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~ â€"â€" su~ awuvt uu .‘Ifiwnd “hath What Rouletabme meant by men ”ebb“ Said. but the landlord as «am ‘71};th the words uttered an “and h! h he at once stifled. and thought. if the wrinkles on his foreL Md and the knitting 01' his brows were any indication. When Roulerubille and I were close to him he deigned to see us and asked us in a tone anything but engaging wheth- er we wanted anything. He was no doubt the not very amiable landlord of this charming dwelling place. As We uDressed a hope that he would be M enough to furnish us with a fast, he assured us that be bad “Provisions. “You may take us in.” Rouletabille laid to him. “We are not policemen.” “I‘m not afraid of the police. I'm :1! afraid of any one.” replied the c hem our hands to the ““11 it sent out. It was a morning ~ the apnroach . “mistakame. Th of winter “as ['28 Ono ”uni"--.- ____ ~ , Maze '” . e fire for" roastin" a L n, sald Rouletabille. "9:; haVe no chicken. not even a ' ed rabbit," said the landlord. "30w W.” said my friend slowlyâ€"“l W». We Shall have to eat red meat We thought he was about to faint His eyes, bulging with terror, avoided us, while his right hand. with a spas- modic movement, twitched at the hand that covered his honest, gentle and now despairing face. At length regaining his self possession, he bowed to us and. remarking in a changed voice that he was obliged to return to the chateau. left us. , fil'he deuce!” exclaimed Rouletabille. He also appeared to be deeply con- med. From his pocketbook he took a piece of white paper, as I had seen kits do before. and with his scissors rat out the shape or the neat boot- znarts that were on the ground Then he fitted the new paper pattern with the one he had previously made. The two were exactly alike. Rising, Roule labt'lle exclaimed suddenly, “The :lencef' Presently he added, “Yet I believe 3!. Robert Darzac to be an hon- cstman.” He then led me on the road to the Donjon inn, which we could see on the highway by the side of 3 mil clump of trees. ”dale, and Miss Burns,. ‘ 3?}! Mrs. Randolph McDonald, of Passed through town ’on Tuedd their wav to annn‘l'n V “I shall beat him!” he cried. “I shall beat the great Fred, clever as he is! I shall beat them all!" And he danced a double shuffle Suddenly he stopped. My eyes follow- ed his gaze. They were fixed on M. Robert Darzac. who was looking anx- ionsly at the impression left by his feet side by side with the elegant footmarks. There was not a particle of difl'erence between them! “We Shall Have to Eat Red Melt Now." Rouletabille watched his retreat and then turned toward us, his face and triumphant. joyous ”‘D' ma; it will trip you up. And. laughing a little in a slightly watering tone. his hands in his pock~ eta Rouletabille fixed his cunning eyes on the great Fred. m-deric Larsan silently contemplat- ed the young reporter who pretended to be as wise as himself. Shrngging his shoulders. he bowed to us and moved quickly away. hitting the stones on his path with his stout cane. uxu made my friend understand by :n that we should do better not to “i but, being determined to enter inn. he slipped by the man on the "Step and was in the common room 30:19.- on.” he said. “It is very com I A L~W ~- 92;." said my friend slowly?“ ’ e Shall have to eat red meat on. t h- ?) Donjon inn was at least two centuries old. perhaps old- er. Under its signboard over the threshold a man with a CHAPTER X. one. tarnished "v‘vfin "fwo 5. some stools, a counter ith rows of bottles of gimp The Mystery Of The Yellow Room By GASTON LEROUX face was standing. {god in unpleasant wrinkles on his fore- ;nitting of his brows FRIDAY, AUGUST 12th. se- several of the on follow Will’s e ! “And what do you think of the at- fair?" “of the attack on poor Mlle. Stanger- son? A good girl. Much loved every- where 1n the country. That’s what I think of Itâ€"and many things besides» But that’s nobody'a business." “Not even mine?” insisted Rowen- “Yes, they are, as true as my name‘s Mathieu, monsieur. I believe them to be honest." “Yet they’ve been arrested?" “What does that prove? But [don’t want to mix myself up in other peo- ple's aflairs." been here. The Donjon inn has never existed for him! He hasn‘t had timeâ€"- been too much engaged in paying court to the landlady or the Thret Lilies at Saint Michel. A bad fellow. I‘here isn't an honest man who can bear him. Why. the concierges of the chateau wouid turn their eyes away from a picture of him!" "Nobody likes him, monsleur. Ho's ~m upstart, who must once have bad a fortune of his own, and be forgives nobody because in order to live he 'ms been compelled to become a serv- mz. A keeper is as much a servant 13‘ any other, isn't he? Upon my word. one would say that he is the master or the Glandier and that all the land and woods belong to him He‘ll not let a poor creature eat a morsel of bread on the grassâ€"his ". grass . “Does he often come here?” "Too often. But I‘ve made him un- derstand that his face doesn‘t please me, and for a month past he hasn't "The concierges of the ’mm-st neoole than?" "The Green Man." growled the inn- zzez-per. “Don’t you know him? Then :11! the better for you. He is not an :u-quuimance to make. Well. he is M. Stangersou‘s forest keeper." “Ynu don‘t appear to like him very much?" asked the reporter, pouring ’wis omelet into the frying pan. “He has done well not to come in here today!” he hissed. “Who is that man?" asked Rouleta- hille, returning to his omelette. ' Rouletabille and I looked at our host His flashing eyes, his clinched hamIS. his trembling lips. told us of his tu- multuous feelings. A man dressed entirely in green vel- Yet. his head covered with a hunt man‘s cap or the same color. was a ranting leisurely. lighting a pipe as he walked. He carried a fowllng piece slung at his back. His movements displayed an almost aristocratic ease. He wore eyeglasses and appeared to be about five and forty years of age. His hair as well as his mustache were salt gray. He was remarkably hand- some. As he passed near the inn he hesitated. as if asking himself whether or no he should enter it. gave a glance toward us. took a few whitrs at his pipe and then resumed his walk at the same nonchalant pace. as do our own cooking and set our ‘abie near one of the windows. Suddenly I heard him mutter: “Ah. there he is!" His face had changed. expressing fierce hatred. He went and glued Mm- self to one of the windows. watching the road. There was no need for me to draw Rouletabille’s attention, [10 had already left our omelet and had joined the landlord at the window. I Went with him I beetsteak. The commission was quick- ! ly executed by a strongly built young woman with beautiful blond hair and large, handsome eyes, who regarded us ‘ with curiosity. The innkeeper said to her roughly: “Get out, and if the Green Man comes don‘t let me see him!” She disappeared. Rouletabille took the eggs, which had been brought to him in a bowl. and the meat, which was on a dish. placed all carefully be- side bim in the chimney. nnhooked a frying pan and a gridiron and began to beat up our omelet before proceed- ing to grill our beefsteak. He then or- dered two bottles of cider and seemed to take as little notice of our host ‘as )ur host did of him. The landlord let The man pushed open a little side door and called to somebody to bring hug halt a dozen eggsand a piece of ons sentence, "The presnytery has lost nothing of its charm nor the garden Its brightness." chateau are COPYRIGHT. “I’ve nothing for youâ€"nothing to: you. Take yourself out." The Green Man quietly refilled his pipe, lit 1t, bowed to us and went out. No sooner was he owe! the thwshold :ha: Daddy, Matthieu slammed “the “Then you Won’t serve me?” asked the Green Man. Daddy Mathien’s face was placid and no longer retained its expression of hatred. He held out a packet to the old wo- man, who took it eagerly and went out of the door, closely followed bv her cat. 3 ““I’ve ho more white wine-no more ; anything." said Daddy Mathieu surlily 3 “How is Mme. Mathieu?" 3 “Quite well, thank you." So the young woman with the large, ' tender eyes whom we had just seen 3 was the wife of this repugnant and : brutal rustic. whose jealousy seemed 3 to emphasize his physical ugllness. 3 Slamming the door behind him. the lnnkeeper left the room Mother An- genonx was still standing. leaning on : her stick, the cat at her feet. “You’ ve been ill. Mother Angenouxi Is that why we have not seen you for the last week?" asked the Green Man. “Yes, M. Keeper. I have been able to get up but three times to go to pray to St. Genevieve, our good patroness. and the rest of the time i have been lying on my bed. There was no one to care for me but the Bete du Bon Dieu!" “Did she not leave you?" “Neither by day nor by night." “Are you sure of that?" “As I am of paradise." “Then how was it. Mme. Angenoux that all through the night of the mur der nothing but the cry of the Bete du Bon Dieu was heard?" Mother Angenoux planted herself in front of the forest keeper and struck . the floor with her stick. “I don’t know anything about it." 1 she said. “But shall I tell you some .3 thing? There are no two cats in the I ‘world that cry like that. Well. on tho night of the murder I also bend the I looked at the keeper when he put the last question, and I air much mistaken 11' I did not detect an :ovil smile on his lips. At that moment the noise of loud quart-effing reached 113 We even thought we heard a dull (sound of blows, as it some one was being beaten. The Green Man quick-1y rose and hurried to the door by the side of the fireplace, but it was opened by the landlord, who appeared and said to the keeper: “Don’t alarm yourself, monsieur. u is my wife. She has the toothache." And he laughed. “Here. Mother Ange- nonx; here are some scraps for you: cry of the Bete du 30!] Dieu outside and yet she was on my knees and did not mew once, I swear. I crossefl myâ€" self when I heard that, as if i had heard the devil.” 7‘Then glve me a glass of white wine." said the Green Man without sgov'ing the least surprise. “I‘ve not more cider. I served the lag bottles to these gentlemen: As the Green Man entered Daddy Mathieu had started violently. but vis- ibly mastering himself he said: “A glass. of cider, Daddy Mathien,” he said. As if drawn by the cat's cry a man followed the old woman In. It was the Green Man. He saluted by rais. 1mg his hand to his cap and seated himself at a table near to ours. And she entered, followed by a cat larger than any I had ever believed could exist. The beast looked at us and gave so hopeless a mlau that l shun‘ered. I had never heard so lugubrious a cry. “l have been very m. very nearly dying." said the old woman. "If ever you should have any scraps for the Bete du Bon Die-u"â€" “Ah, there you are, Mother Ange- .)oux! It‘s long since we saw you last," said our host. “The innkeeper looked at him side- ways and said grufliy: “Not even yours.” The omelet ready. we sat down at table and were silently eating when the door wzs pushed open and an old woman. dressed in rags, leaning on a stick. her head doddering, her white hair hanging loosely over her wrin- kled forehead. appeared on the thres- hold. BRENTANO'S Then suddenly. with a radiant face. he called to the officer in charge of the gendarmes. “Go to the chateau.” he said. "and request M. Stangerson and M. Robert Darzac to come to me in the labora- tory. also Daddy Jacques. and let your men bring here the two concierges.” Five minutes later all were unem- bled In the laboratory. The chief of “What a case! What a case! We shall never know, you'll see. how the murderer was smile to get out of this registrar, who, like the examining magistrate. had spent some of his leisure time in the pursuit of litera- tn “3.. THE REGISTRAR'S NARRATIVE. The examining magistrate and I. "H‘s " Maleine. found nursuh‘es in the yellow room in the company of the builder who had construoted the pavil- ion after Professor Stangerson‘s de- signs. He had a workman with him M. de Marquet had had the waiis laid entirely bareâ€"that is to say. he had had them stripped of the paper whit-h had decorated them. Blows with a pick here and there satisfied us of the nonexistence of any sort of opening The floor and the ceiling were thor- oughly sounded. We found nothing There was nothing to be found. M. de Marquet appeared to be delighted and never ceased repeating: gal documents, memoirs and extracts from newspapers which I have collected relat- ing to the mystery of the yellow room there is one Very interesting piece. It is :1 detail of the famous examination which idok‘ filacéthat afternoon In the laboratory of Professor Smugcrsou be- fore the chief of police This narra- tive is from the pen of 5.1. Mnleinc. the MONG the mass of bapers, be A l 'ThaPs the chief of the Paris po- lice," he said. "Now we shall see ‘what Frederic Laman has up his sleeve and whether he is so much clev- ‘cger than anybody else." . The carriage of the chief was follow- ed by three other vehicles containing reporters, who were also desirous of entering the park. But two gendarmes stationed at the gate had evidently received orders to refuse admission to anybody. The chief of police calmed their impatience by undertaking to furnish to the press that evening all the information he could give that would not interfere with the judicial inquiry. stir at the park gate attracted our at- tention. A carriage had arrived, and some people had come from the cha-‘ teau to meet it. Rouletnbille pointed put to me a gentleman who descended from it. t We were about to take the read lead- mg to the chateau when a considerable Then Rouletahille, with great pre- caution. glided. followed by me, to ward the little building which. stand- ing near the park gate, served for the home of the concierges who had been arrested that morning. With the skill of an acrobat he got into the lodge by an upper window which had been left open and returned ten minutes later. He said only “Ah!“ :1 word whlch in his mouth signified many things. ”We shall see that later," he replied. "For the present I'm not interested in what the landlord said about the man. The landlord hates him. I didn't take you to breakfast at the Donjon inn for the sake of the Green Man." ”You don‘t think, théu. that the keeper knows anything of it?" I asked. Rouletabille at once set off on a three mile walk around Professor Stangerson‘s estate. He halted for some ten minutes at the corner of a narrow road black with soot near to some charcoal burners' huts in the forest of St. Genevieve. which touches on the road from Eplnay to Cor- beil, to tell me that the murderer had certainly passed that way before entering the grounds and concealing himself in the little clump of trees. In Which Frederic Larsen Explains How the Murderer Was Able to Get Out of the Yellow Room. We saw no more of Daddy Mathieu that day, and absolute silence reigned in the inn when we left it after plac- ing 5 francs on the table in payment for our feast. “Now we'll grill our steak. How do you like the cider? .It’s a little tart. but I like it." With which words Daddy Mathleu Immediately left us. Rouletabme re turned toward the fireplace and said: us, with eyes bloodshot‘ andvfnothlng at the month, he hissed to us, shaking his clinched fist at the door he had Just shut on the man he evidently hated: “I don‘t know who you are who tel! me ‘We shall have to eat red meal now.’ but if it will interest you tc know it-that man is the murderer!" door after mm. uu_a, turmug toward "9 THE LINDSAY pos'r CHAPTER ' XI. an aid and solid door that was Draugh- ‘trom the chateau. They don‘t make such doors now. We had to use this bar of iron to get it open. all four of us. for the concierge, brave woman she is, helped us. It pains me to find them both in prmon now.” Daddy Jacques had no sooner ut- tered these words of pity and protesta- tlon than tears and ‘lamentations broke out from the concierges. I never saw two accused people crying more hit- terly. I mutremely disgusted. Even if they were innocent. I could not un- derstand how they could ,behave like “If the lower panel of the door." ! said, “could be removed without the whole door being necessarily open the problem would be solved. But unfortu- nately that last hypothesis is untena- ble after an examination or the door lt’s of oak, sollsd and massive. You can see that quite plainly in spite of the injury done In the attempt to burst it open." examined the door with the greatest care. Then I returned to my place. with a despairing gesture. had locked and bolted the door, that the door had remained fastened. that we vainly tried to force it open when we heard the noise and that we were at the door while the struggle between the murderer and my poor child was going on immediately after we heard her stifled cries." “Might not a man in the room. the desk being so near to the door, by stooping and sfipping under the desk have left“. it unobserved?’ “You are tomettlng," interrupted M. Stangerson weal-fly, “that my daughter' I followed up my reasoning. to which. however, I attached but littie importance, regarding it as only a weak hypothesis. with another ques- tion. M. Stanger'son rose and, standing at a certain distance from the door of the yellow room, said in an even voice and without the least trace of emphasis, a voice which I can only describe as a dead voice: “I was here. About 11 o’clock, after I had made a brief chemical experi- ment at the furnaces of the labora- tOry. needing all the space behind me. I had my desk moved here by Daddy Jacques, who spent the evening in cleaning some of my apparatus. My daughter had been working at the same desk with me. When it was her time to leave she rose, kissed me and bade Daddy Jacques good night. She had to pass behind my desk and the door to enter her chamber, and she could do this only with some diflicul- tyâ€"that is to say, I was very near the place where the crime occurred later.” “And the desk 1’" I asked. obeying, in thus mixing myself in the conversa- tion, the express orders of my chief. “As soon as you heard the cry of ‘Mur‘ der!’ followed by the revolver shots, what became of the desk?" Daddy Jacques answered. “We pushed it back against the wall here. close to where it is at the present moment, so as to be able to get at the door at once.” fAh.jL£r1€d_D1_d‘;L/J§CQE§S. _“it La “Now, M. Stangerson." said M. de Marquet, with somewhat of an impor- tant alr, “place yourself exactly where you were when Mlle. smngerson left you to go to her chamber.” I turned my eyes on M. Stangerson. The hope he had received from the doctor‘s latest reports. who had stated that Mlle. Stangerson might recover from her wounds, had not been able to elface from his noble features the marks of the great sorrow that was upon him. He had believed his daugh- ter to be dead, and he was still bro- ken by that belief. His clear, soft blue eyes expressed infinite sorrow. “What do you think of that, eh? What a scene! Could you have thought of that? I'll make a little piece out of it for the vaudeville.” And be rub- bed his hands with glee. Then. passing before me, he said In a low voice: “With your permission. gentlemen. as examinations lead to nothing. we will for once abandon the old system of interrogation. I will not have you brought before me one by one. but we will all remain here as we areâ€"M. Stangerson, M. Robert Danae, Daddy Jacques and the two concierges, the chief of police. the registrar and my- self. We shall all be on the same foot- ing. The concierges may for the mo- ment forget that they have been ar- rested. We are going to confer togeth- cr. We are on the spot where the crime was committed. We have nothing else to discuss but the crime. So let us dis- cuss it freely. intelligently or other- wise. so long as we speak just what is in our minds. There need be no formal- ity or method, since this won’t help us in any way.” police. who had arrived at the Glan- dier, joined us at that moment. I was seated at M. Stangerson’s desk ready for work when M. de Marquet made us the following little speech, as original as it was unexpected: once more fall. Inspection of place solicited. The buildings are extra good, and for situation, and convenience are hard to equal. For prices or further infor- mation call at farm or write E. S. MORGAN, Omemee. wtf. " ARM FOR SALEâ€"3 miles south I .. of Omemee, 150 acres, E hf lot 4 and S W qr of 5, Emily. This farm 'is in good shape, fences in good re- pair, small orchard, 2 good wells, 5 acres maple bush, 75 acres ploughable remainder pasture and swamp. New barn 45x70 on stone wall, cement floor; water in stable for cattle, also trough in yard; power mill on barn which grinds, pulps, pumps, cut wood and feed. Hay fork in connection. Pig pen 22x54, cement floor and trough. New brick house 25135 with cistern. furnace and telephone, two imple. ment houses. Ploughing leave this , GENTS WANTEDâ€"Boys and J:- girls, in your spare time you can earn a valuable photo camera and complete outfit for‘developing ‘ and printing pictures, by selling a few packages of fancy postcards to your friends and neighbors. Get busy, send to-day. For particulars address, The Agency, Dept- A., Box 162, Lindsay, Ont.â€"w3. From the farm of J obn Pugh, lot 46. Front Range, Township of Somerville, aark brown horse, black mane and tzul: black points; about; 1600 lhs., part- ly Percheron breed; large feet, 7 yrs. old: double mane, split in off hind hoof near heel. Stolen on July 18th. Reward of $20.00 leading to recovery and conviction of offender. Commun icate with JOHN PUGH, Cobocoxm EACHEP. WANTEEâ€"For S. S. ~ No. 9, Fenelon, duties to com- mence after an mer holidays. Salary $400 per annun. Apply station quali- fications and reference to Alex. Mc- Kenzie, Glenarm, Ont.â€"w3dlS. live animals. Dr. Broad. oflice 46 Peel-3t. Live Stock Insurance I am agent for the General Li Stock Insurance Co. of Montreal, and can take risks on all kinds 0! These mortgages are guaranteed é both as to principal and Interest 5 MCLAUGHLIN, PEEL. FULTON 3 STINSON, Barristers ,' - Lmdsay i We have a few first-class farm mort- gages for sale which we can dispose of to persons having money for invest- mggt to net them 6 per cent interest Motioe to Investors “Two shots were fired," said Daddy Jacques. “I am certain that all the cartridges were in my revolver. We found afterward that two had been exploded, and we heard two shots be- hind the door. Was not that so. M. Stangerson?” “Yes.” reolied the nmfessor. “there “Mon Dieu! Monsieur, it was the second shot we heard. We were sound asleep when the first shot was “It was not one, but two shots, that were fired. You see you are lying. If you had heard one you would have heard the other." As before, we were unable to get two connecting thoughts out of them. They persisted in their denials and swore by heaven and all the saints that they were in bed when they heard the sound of the revolver shot. “If we could only lay hands on the murderer he'd never' taste bread again!” the woman gurgled between her sobs. “Now, then, enough of that snivel- mg,” cried M. de Marquet, “and in your interest tell us what you were doing under the windows of the pavil- ion at the time your mistress was be- ing attacked, for you were close to the pavilion when Daddy Jacques met you. " “We were coming to help!” they whirmd. that in the face of misfortune. A dig- nified bearing at such times is better than tears and groans, which most of- ten are feigned. HORéE STOLEN )9 FARM FOR SALE (To be Contmumh WANTED ort- 3 -- -‘ acres, more or less, being part 0! eof ! lot 14 and 15 in 8 con. Maripoea. 2:: i Brick house, franc barn, 40 by 104 e:=)(1;w11:11 stone wall and first class star 5 bling. Water in front of hora-Is and x {cattle with tape. Good hog pen. 1Driving house. Hen house, canâ€"Alt say I floors in them all. A never-M16119 particulars apply to Mrs T0016, Lock box 205 Om 4 ARM FOR SALEâ€"The N } of Lot ‘ 5, Con. 2, and the East Pt. 01 the S 5 of Lot 4, Con. 2, in the Township of Emily. 150 acres. Ab- out 140 acres cleared, balance wood- land and swamp. Two miles south of Omemee. Well built on. Goodor- chard. Well watered by a running stream, spring and wells. Good .11 round farm and in good 000mm ; ARM FOR SALEâ€"Two hundrc ; ~ acres, being composed of £7 ~‘ {halt of lot 13, and east half of r. i 14 on the lst Concession of Ops, ab 16 miles from Lindsay. There are 2») gout 140 acres cleared, the balance ‘ Ipasture. On the farm there is a g. 2 1 1, house, with outbuildings fair; a era 1 orchard and two never failing we” ' .. l'rhis farm isin good state ofculti; -- tion and is well suited for stock. ' ‘ lconnection with this the undersigx. has also to rent fifty acres of cho‘ lland, all cleared and clean, and 'good state of cultivation, joiningi "above mentioned farms, with a go Iframe barn, stone stabling, drivi shed, good well and orchard. For i... 1ther particulars apply to Frank Ki:- ley, on the premises, or Lindsay P- 0 â€"w4. ARM FOR SALEâ€"100 acres more 1 or less, being north half oi lot 6 ‘Conoession 14, Mariposa. All cleared !and in good state of cultivation. A frame house and good barn with wind mill, which grinds, pulps, pump, ,cuts 'wood and feed. One mile from Wood- 6 ville and five miles from Cannington. Wants to sell at once. For further lparticulars apply on premises to Mrs- § Greenwaj, Woodville.â€"wtfi barn, windmill and outbuildings an good orchard, 2 wells on premises For particulars apply to Box 22: Uxbridge.â€"d4. ARM FOR SALEâ€"Township of .. Brock, 3 miles from Sundcrland, 100 acres, 85 acres cleared, 15 acres bush and pasture land, soil, clay loam, running water, good house and ticulars ‘apply to Elias Bowes, Real Estate agent, Lindsay. floors in them all. A never-failing well, well fenced, adjoining the thriv- ing village of Oakwood, Known as the W. A. Silverwood farm. would like to sell at once. For further nar- iat once. For further particulars ply to ELIAS BOWES. Real LI: iAgent, Lindsay. -wt1. FARM FOR SALE-â€"Containing 140 ”Frog '1'. Fa nnnnn LA:â€"_ _A_‘L -- in a few rods of farm, 6 miles Iron Cambray station. Grass Hill and Cameron grain markets. The proper- ty of JOHN R. COWISON. For fur- ther particulars apply to Elias Bow-u Real Estate Agent, Madamâ€"Wu. class stabling complete, cement floor. Log house, well finished inside, partly plastered and partly boarded. School post cake and blacksmith shop with- Jâ€"'- Fenelon, containing 93} am. more or less, adjoining the Village of Islay. 90 acres cleared and about 4; acres hardwood bush. New from barn 50165 on stone wall wirith first- ARM FOR SALEâ€"Lot 15, Fanalnn ann+nl-:-_ no: FARM FUR SALE-100 mu. east L half lot 16, con. 9. Ops. d] cleared. good frame house and (ram barn with stone stabling. 5 mike from town of Lindsay; the Honey property. Terms easy: wants to Ian ed to wind up estate. Fâ€"or ffirther par- ticulars apply to STEWART a: O'- CONNOR.â€"wtf. - FOR SALEâ€"The Farrell Farm, east. - half lot 7, and southeastqmâ€" ter lot 18 Con. 9, Ops, 150 acme. No better land in township. Sale requir- FARM FOR SALE ‘ R SALEâ€" N § ofLot Son. 2, and the East Pt. of of Lot 4, Con. 2, in the ) of Emily. 150 acres. Ab- acres cleared, balance wood- I swamp. Two miles south 1ee.We11 built on. Goodor- ell watered by a, running PAGE