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Former customers of the Ontario Bank Branch will be aocommodoted as heretofore. of Conservative Benking he: placed the Bank of Toronto Our Savings Department in the front rank of Bank- intlnstitutions “Canada. OMEMEE BRANCH Jen Saturday Ebenings 7 to 9 Half a Century LINDSAY, ONTI, THURSDXY,19TH DECEMBER, 1907. *“John, you can’t. Don’t please. It is a terrible night. As cold as we’ve had ; and on the lake~ the wind will sweep you ofi your feet. John, don't go. .We can have a. gpod Christmas just the same. We'll have a roast off the deer you got yesterday. And we'll have baked potatoesâ€"as they’ll be doing over home." Her eyes dim- med for a moment. ' “But, Ellen, it’s not over ten miles and most of. it’s good snow-shoeing. I’ll be back before Christmas 'Day. And I’d like the run anyway. I’m getting used to the snow-shoeing and I enjOy itâ€"I’ve often been before.” “Yes, but always in daylight. But â€"if you mustâ€"I’ll wait for you." She looked at‘him somewhat as ‘she had done when she had given in to She looked at'him for a moment in silence. him on another Christmas Eve in the old land. He stooped and kissed her. “A-den, a-den, dada,” the baby’s voice broke in. “Not now, Doodle. To-morrow we’ll have lots of fun. To-morrow’s Christmas. Doodle, toâ€"morrow’s Christmas ! Mother, to-morrow's Christmas ! May, to-morrow's Christ mas! And again he threw "the little chuckle: to the ceiling. He stood at the door, mackinaw coat buttoned tight and toque pulled well done around his face, his snowâ€" shoes in his hand. “Goodbye, kiddies," he said, kiss- ing them all round, as was his wont. “Goodbye, Ellen, you needn’t wait for me unless you like. All right, then, but you can have a doze or two by the fire. Pleasant dreamings I' As he passed out the breath of the night blew in, bitter cold. Ellen shiv- ered and watched him down the land- ing through ‘an unfrosted corner of the window pane. She waited until the dark figure swung around the point and out. of sight. Then she turned to the children with a. sigh. Qt; initials; of snow‘fi'fll in his face. But he Bowed his head 159 it, The men got to their feet in plea- sant surprise as he entered the store. They all liked this solitary Englishâ€" man, who had chosen for himself the far lonely hogne, wilder than most in a wild country. His visits to the Village had not been of frequent ocâ€" currence. But he came regularly for his mail and was always a ‘ pleasant fellow. And once since moving there he had brought down by canoe his wife and two children. “Yer quite a stranger,” one of the group said. “And what’s bringin" you down a night like this ? We’re kind of huggin’ the stove ourselves.” The Englishman laughed, and when he spoke the soft modulations of his voice sounded like music after the Canadian harshness. “To-mortow’s Christmas Day,” he said, as he warmedhimself, "and there’s some people up on Star‘ Lake who’ve been used to Christmas presents." “Well, it's a rough enough / night for most of us an’ nine mile and a- hali's quite a ways to come for Christ mas presentsâ€"but you're and Eng- lishmani" at which they all laughed, even Summers. He skirted the open water-hole at the end of the lake, took off his snowâ€" shoes and climbed the steep, smooth beaten, bank. Summers found by chance the wool- ly dog with the bells. He bought ribbons and sweets for May and then something that made a. lapse: parcel for hiswvife. Then he pulled on his bearskin mitts. As he shut the door he heard some- one _say, "Putty plucky, I call it. “Well, goodnight, eVerybody," he said. "You look very cosy. I hope tobe thé same way soon." Dunho fv'vhat-lâ€"J He siniled as he $37 l’l'tue looked up at the wide sky and tho- ° ! T‘ ught of these at home. fell {800 l The win: did notcut so, beingbe. he laysti] in: again hind, an’dhe could feel it lifthimon- “Father hmd, andh‘e could feel‘it uttmmon- “Fm God I" he cried his body . . ' shaking tremendously. "Father . “Good old wmd. Pushmg me . . 0h Ellen. EllemEllenl My home," he thought. ‘ children i" Strengthened by his Half way up the lake one of the prayer, and t1“, thought of home he snowshoe thongg broke. He fixed it, but not very satisfactorily. The shoe wobbled, and threatened to trip him when he ran. Once or twice before he reachedthe riverhe did fall. But heonlylanghed. ItwasChr‘imu», 0V0. MW w They gossiped then ofhlocal happen- ice, ice that went to nothing in his clawing "hands. He spoke no word. The breath hissed through his teeth and went up in a white cloud. He got‘ a grip that held for the fraction of a? second, then he went down. Fighting he came up again. He could see no- thing. His senses were going. . . Something] hurt his fingers. His face was wet, but he could breathe. Suddenly he saw the sky. He‘ turned over and brushed the snow ofi his face with an ice-coated sleeve.' Then, as in sleep, he pulled his feet out of the water, and drew himself clear up on the snow. He tried to rise, but a pleasant drowsiness was on him. His couch was soft and he felt warm. Something wet trickled down. his face, but it didn’t matter. His arm was too heavy to brush it away any Then the life within flickered up, and the body moved. His eyes open- ed again. He was very comiortahie butâ€" He rose on his elbow and look- edwith unseeing eyes toward the dark shore and the bright moon. He gotta his knees suddenly, wildly. “My little ones i" he breathed. "My wife!” Trying to gain hisfeet he fell, face in' the snow. For a while he lay still. the drowsiness conquer- ing again. But he gotta his knees. THE DOMINION BANK Special Attention to “Wonder what it is,”one of them said. “Something serious, anyway. Tele- grams don’ t come very often to these parts.” There was silence between them for a while as they crunched along. Then :‘The Englishman's a. quiet fellah. Wonder what he'll say 7” “Don’t know, butâ€"” his compan- ion broke OE and spurted ahead. “Hurry!” he shouted back. “Look met there." A mile back on the trail a couple of men were swinging along, almost in silence, save for the regular crunch crunch, crunch of their snowshoes. They talked in snatches, though, in the quieter woodsâ€"sheltered places where the wind did not sing and sting about their ears. “It’s him,” they breathed, asthey bent over the huddled form. One felt for the pulse and heart. “He's liv- in’. Here, we've gotta get him to the house. It’s just around the bendf’ They saw a dark heap, quiet on the snow. It was a weird scene. The men's breath steamed up into the crisp night air, cloud after cloud, and hung sometimes like a luminous haze about them. In turn theylilted the burden to their shoulders and in turn stag- gered on, silent, with the white night silent about them. Suddenly the red glow of the open door lighted their faces. . “He's all right, ma'm, he’s all right. He’s ’not dead, only froze," they hurriedly explained as the wife swayed a little and caught at the door. “He's all right, he's all right. Don't you worry, Miesis; we’ll bring him around inn minute now.” In their eating for the frozen men the telegram was forgotten. ‘ “Fifteen minutes more tn' he'd a. wot-fad. "He must a fell in 3t the flatbed thetew . . . Yon'toall right now. Mr. Summers." us than.- tient bmthed heavily and stirred. (Continued on page four.) NUMBER 51 4000