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^¥REGoTJCRNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., THURSDAY, AUGUST 1, 1928V Only teas grown 4,000 to 7,000 feet above sea level are used in "SALADA" Orange Pekoe Blend-- the flavour is therefore richer, more fragrant and much more delicious than other teas. Only 43c per Hb.--Buy It at any grocery store. "SAwDA" IWllk®l§5 A MATCHLESS NATURAL RESOURCE Among the natural assets of North America none is more noted than the St. Lawrence-Great Lakes chain, forming collectively the world's largest body of fresh water. Every Btudent of Canadian exploration and settlement is familiar with the unique role played by this waterway in Canada's early deve/opment. Its modern contribution to 'the economic life of th to Canadian industry and to-day is furnished by the series cities and towns aligned along course. According to the last Be; there were roundly 2,800,000 peopli Canada living in cities with a lation of 10,000 or more. And 60 per cent of this aggregate accounted for by the which are situated along popv is equally remarkable, though it cannot be measured by financial figures such as those for the annual wheat crop, gold output, lumber cut and so on, which so vividly reflect the productive value of the prairies, mineral regions, forests, and other great natural sources of wealth. Perhaps the most striking testimony to the vital relation of this waterway Lawrence-Great Lakes system and which owe their progress largely to the1 industrial and commercial advantages of such a location, The towns and cities strung out at varying intervals betweenj Quebec and the head of the lakes are. credited with more than half of the total value of Canada's annual production of manufactures. As You Hike It on hts fork and sniffed tho June atr , Mr. Pllmsoll breatnea a sign ol uur „AU this n€ejs ;s to be ^plattged- that came In through the open win-j faction as he made his way through tQp bleeding After that, nTbe BEGIN HERE TODAY. Finding the lifeless bodies of his two partners at their gold-mining camp, Harry Gloster flees southward, knowing that he will be accused of the crime. On the way Gloster saves life of Lee Haines from the murdei hands of Joe Macarthur. Gloster is jailed after getting into a fight with several men over a girl. Lee Haines comes to his rescue, holding up the sheriff while Gloster makes a dash for freedom. "Joan," presumably the daughter of Buck Daniels, an old reclusee, also helps Gloster, showing him the way to safety. Haines is struck by a bullet and fatally wound 'ed. Joan takes the dying man to ar 1 old cabin among the trees, i NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY j In another space there was a bunk , built against the wall; it must hi I been two or more" years since the j place was inhabited, yet by the bunk I stood a singularly vivid memento of the man who had once dwelt there. It was a candlestick with a short section of time-yellowed candle in it. Here her match burned out. With f, second one she lighted the candle. "Not too much light!" Haines gasped. "I want to die away from 'em. I don't want them around ma yapping and asking questions. Put something around it. And a little water--■" His voice was cut away by another cough and she saw his big limbs contracted by a spasm of agony. No doubt that wound was grimly serious, but water seemed to her the most crying need. Not ten steps from the door she found the pump, still used by random passers-by, it appeared, for it was primed. She filled Haines' canteen with clear, cool water and brought it .back to b j He caught it with a great shaking hand that spilled half the contents down his breast. She had to hold it for him and his eyes made her shudder. They were like the tortured eyes of a dumb beast dying in agony. But this creature who lay mute was a After that she looked to his wound. His whole right side was adrip with blood, and when she cut away the shirt with his own knife, she saw a purple rimmed hole-- Blackness swam across her eyes. Then she got swaying to her feet. "I'll have a doctor here in one min- He shook his head with such an expression of earnest entreaty in his face that she paused. 'All this needs is to be^lwjajed'--to ' all I'll be walking around in studied his face anxiously, but iled back at her, and she dropped to her knees beside him. He wanted water again. She brought it, and again held the canteen to his lips. Some of the pain had gone from his eyes now. And in its place there was a shadow like sleepiness, very like it! CHAPTER XV. EYES THAT SAW NOT. It appeared to her that he was growing momentarily older and older, that his cheeks were thinner and that his eyes were sinking into a shadow, while a pale circle care around his mouth. "You're sure that there's ger?" she asked. "Not a bit." "What can I do now?" "Go home and go to bed and forget that you saw me. I've been sliced up worse than this before. This old, old story!" She hesitated, but at last she shook her head with conviction. "I won't say a word if you don't want to be bothered," she him, "but I want to stay here to try "What a day!" he sighed. "Thi! is the sort of weather that makes i fellow get out and tramp in tht woods." "What woods?" asked Mrs, Pllm-' n't be s And when I I the crowd and thought of the lunch box under the car seat. It • relief to be rid of it. j "Hey, mister!" a voice sounded be-j "T know. You've never seen a fel-| hind Mm. Turning around, Mr. Pltm-,!^ clipped with a slug before. Bui a small boy struggling | this is nothing. Lea*fc you weak for j with the lunch box. "You forgot1 „ little while. After that, when the "Any woods," he replied recklessly, j ver parcel!" the lad exclaimed breath-j blood stops running--i "where one can feel the living earth i lessly. - vndr foot and smell the fragrant of j One Boy Scout had done his good er ^ a m when Mr p„m. green, growing things." I deed for the day. "Darling," said Mrs. Plimsoll, "Ii Clutching the box, Mr. Pllmsoll wish you wouldn't talk with your j contmued on his way. As he trudg- Mr. Plimsoll pushed back his chair and stood up. "It's a crime to stay indoors on a day like this," he announced. Upstairs, he found his plus-fours a trifle snug about the waist, but struggled into them gallantly. "Well," he remarked gaily, "I'm off!" "It's a good thing I thought of this," said his wife, producing a large box wrapped In tissue paper and tied with ribbon. "Hero's a little lunch for you." Mr. Plimsoll looked at it hi dismay. "Before the forenoon is over you'll be glad to have a few pieces of chicken and some potato salad and a dozen sandwiches," said Mrs. Plim-■olL "Is that all?" he asked hopefully. "I put in some hard boiled eggs," added his wife, "just in case yon wanted hard-boiled eggs." Ah, Mr. Plimsoll mused, hard-boiled eggs! What would an outing be without them ? Nobody knows, for nobody has ever had aichance to rind j "Ho, for the open road!" he said, j He had no definite destination in ; mind. That is the way of the gipsy rover--and he was ready to rove, i But his first impulse was to get rid j of the lunch. It cramped his style He could not picture himself as a care-free vagabond. lugging a pack age full of sandwiches over hill and iale. What did Martha think he was: Around the corner a large. dustbin yawned Invitingly. Stopping beside It, he shifted his burden and glanced ed along' the pavement he became aware that he was being followed. He looked back nervously. A large dog was trotting close behind him. Mr. Plimsoll stopped; the dog stopped also. It sniffed hopefully, writhed for a moment in an ecstasy of tail-wagging, and then pounced upon him, planting Its forepaws on his chest and licking his face. Then Mr Plimsoll began to under- a qui soil finally eluded his pursurer by dodging behind a high fence and doubling back across some allotments in the direction of the city. A moment later he saw a sight which made his heart leap with joy. It was not a robin redbreast, or a babbling brook, or a violet behind a mossy stone. It was a pretty little yellow taxicab. Mr. Plimsoll hailed it and sank gratefully into its cush- But he still had a sense of the fit-of things, and just before reach- stand. The warmth of the morning j jng home he roused himself reluct-sun had brought out the fragrance of j antly. stopped the cab, paid the driver the chicken. The paper wrapping j ana walked the rest of the way with of the lunch box already bore the out-; an air of brisk energy. ard and visible signs of an Inner grease. The dog was hungry. "Here," said Mr. Pllmsoll generously, "take it all!" He held out the box, and the dog muzzled It eagerly. Meanwhile, a stout man had strolled out from tdside "Well," he said, rubbing his hands heartily, "here I am again!" Mrs. Plimsoll did not look up from her sewing. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Did you forget something?" Plimsoll looked at the clock to make you comfortable. For stance, don't you want something under your head?" And taking- off her jacket, she rolled it and placed it under his head. "That's good," he whispered to her. "But why are you doing these things for me?" "You risked your life to save other man," she explained. "Isn right that I should help you?" "Is Gloster your brother?" "Oh, no." "Ah," nodded Haines. "I see how it is! Poor girl, you're engaged to Harry." "But I'm not, you know." "What!" x>ffee-stall and was watch-' ana realized that he had been away j :tly forty-fl' I "No," he replied defiantly, "I didn't forget anything. I've had a good stiff dogs . waik in the country; that's all. stout , Covered about nine miles altogether." j "In forty-five minutes?" Inquired I'lim- soli suspiciously. "That your bog?" he asked. "No," replied Mr. Plimsoll. "People don't feed strangi without a reason," observed thi man significantly. "There's been eral dogs poisoned round here lately. ■ M I think that anybody that would poi- j just then the bell rang. Mrs son a dumb animal ought to be soil went to the door, and re thrashed." j with the lunch box. It was limsoU straightened up and ^ and misshapen, but still intact. I a few steps, clasping the "A taxi-driver gave it to me, lunch box to his bosom like a shield. Mrs. Pli: "Are you insinuating--" j est smili "I ain't insinuatin'I'm tellin' i his cab.' you," interrupted the other, advanc- t Since ing and seizing him by the collar, j enthusia; Mr. Plmisoll wrenched himself free | declined and sprinted down the road desper-1 from the "Hes r He stared at her blankly. "Well," he said, "I'll ask no questions. And no matter what's against Gloster, he's a man. As for what I' done for him, it's nothing. He's i ready done as much for me. Hand and hand about, you know, that's the only way people can get on." helped you? Tell me about that!" He smiled at her eagerness, with that sleepy shadow, as she thought it, gradually deepening in his eyes. 'An enemy of mine found me when I had this hand bandaged the other He exposed that hand, with blood crusted on the palm from the use of his revolver. It was about to be my finish," went Lee Haines, "but Harry Gloster stepped in between me and Ibe other fellow's gun." He paused and then added softly: "Never had met me before--never heard of me--hadn't talked with me five minutes--but he jumped - and felloe who i Suddenly he reached for her hand, found it, and drew it close to his "My dear," said Haines, "I once knew a girl that was in love with a fellow like Gloster. But like Gloster, the law made no difference to htm. Will you let me tell you what happened to her?" She nodded. "She looked like you. That's what ln \ put it into my head. | "She was very quiet; very gentle; and to see tier, you'd wonder how any man--or woman either, for that matter1--could bear to make her suffer. But the man she loved--well, to tell you the short of it, he tortured her!" "Oh," murmured Joan. "How terrible! If a man were so cruel to me --no matter how I loved him--" "What would you do?" "I'd leave him, even if my heart were to break." "Ah, but you sea, as I said before, you're quite different from Kate Cumberland." "Was that her name?" 'Yes." 'Kate was my mothers nama," mused the girl. "But won't you tell me what happened?" "Yes. Dan Barry was the man loved--but I suppose you've n heard of him"!" "Never." "There was a time when I thought everyone in the world would know about him sooner or later. Just what he was, I don't know. Nobody knows. He was simply different. "Old Joe Cumberland, the squarest old rancher that ever lived, was riding about sunset time, one day, and he heard a queer whistling on the brow of a hill. He rode up there and he saw a boy--just a youngster--bare legged and dressed in rag's--walking along with his head back, watching the wild geese flying north and whistling up at them." "Ah?" murmured the girl, and she leaned forward, pushing the candle closer. "Joe took the youngster home and raised him. Had a hard time. Dan Barry--he gave him that for his name --didn't seomjbo know where, his mother or Tits father "was. And* when lie was asked where he came from, he simply waved a hand at the southern horizon. And when he was asked where he was going and why, he didn't know. He tried to run away at first, but when ho was always caught, he gave it up. Finally he seemed to be quite happy. "But he was different from other people. He was as quiet as a girl, most of the time. But when he was stirred up, he turned into a fighting devil. A fighting devil," repeated Haines with a sort of religious awe. "Cumberland had seen him in a couple of passions when he was a youngster, and he made up his mind that the only way to keep Dan from getting into trouble was to keep guns out of his hands when he was around "And Barry lived mostly in the mountains--mighty little at home. He came back with a wounded wolf one day. Barry called it a dog. But he was a ringer of a black-coated wolf, and a mighty big one. "That was the dog that Dan called Black Bart. It was danger on four paws, that wolf. Ready to tear the; heart out of any other man and ready to die for Dan. "Another time he came back with a black stallion, the finest I ever saw. Here is a treat that can't be beat I Benefit and pleasure in generous measure! CI 80 Popper mint Flavor 1 I have a fine horse of my own and It happens to be black, but the Captain] Isn't worth one of Satan's hoofs. An4 yet for all that I've never found a horse that could pass the Captain oft outlast him. "But the point of it was that Satan kept the strength of anything that ii wild and free. You see? He served Dan, but he served him for love, yoii might say. Can you understand the' difference? There is a difference. "It took me a year to teach the Cap* tain that it didn't pay to buck even if he threw me off, now and then. Now he lets me rjde him, but he's waiting to got me at fne £0 bits." (To bo continued.) Sunburn? Use MlnarcTi Liniment VERY PITIFUL >j A gentleman was walking down the street with a little boy at his side,| when the boy cried out: "Oh, pa! there goes an editor! "Hush, hush," said the father, don't make sport of the poor man, God, only knows what you may come to, yourself, some day." A local paper recently published this advertisement: "Expajrienced^ Salespeople "Wanted:,-male No other need apply." sncedl^j^ make a revolver talk seven languages. | Gloster hit twice, and that ended the: fight. Bare handed work against a] revolver. It was a pretty fine thing!" j "But just like him!" cried the girl. | "I thought you didn't kn there is nothing that has ever taken Aspirin's place as an antidote for pain. It is safe, or physicians wouldn't use it, and endorse its use by others. Sure, or several million users would have turned to something else. But get the real Aspirin (at any drugstore) with Bayer on the box, and the word genuine printed in red: .i!ld -r 3d the old, eyes gaze overwhelmed by an unaccountable sense of guilt. He tucked the box that day Mr. P: n for country "hik noticeably. He stil he sitting-room to the front gar-id back every Sunday s.ly- pursuit. The latter was not built j but the old wanderlust has !"^o'r,mf for speed, but he had remarkable en- j --Answ Tho chase contmued I Cor. Jarvis and Dund; /ery Room With Priv; :es $1.50 up -- Garage 3 Minutes Waik to Sh< der his arm again and walked rapidl: Sown the street. The best course, he decided, would be to ride out to the end of- the tramway line. From there he could walk into the open country. And he could leave the lunch box in tho car when he got off. 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