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i} “We have met quite recently,” as ”he touched the tips of her white- :gloved fingers to those of the Oriental. {She went on :“You see I am more {composed than at our last meeting; §but then. I dare say, you were not gtroubled. Jewels, you know, mean so ,much to a woman.” f; “I rather imagine,” Mrs. Missioner “returned, “that you are not unfamiliar i’with the fact that it was the loss of -,' 6 stone among the many which real- ! grieved me.” ”Tfii‘e'the'r Sands, Viki'fiE-llké though me was, cleancut and upright as her pixth sense told her he must be, could isnare for her the butterfly of higher ihappiness in the golden rays of ro- Lmance, was a question Mrs. Mlssioner had yet to answer Whether, too the union with him would be such that she could take the butterfly from his hands without losing a single fleck oi ;the rainbow dust upon its wings, was ;another problem. When she could isolve these twin puzzles, and not un- Lul then, would she be able_to_zlvo a gilenmte answer to me suddenly 1m- ;patient wooer. ‘ v Meanwhile. Mrs. Missioner sent a irenly to Sands with which she told iherself, he must be content for the bresent. When she had written it. she dressed for dinner rather earlier Ethan usual dined with only little Dor- nothy March as a visâ€"aâ€"vis, and, after gan hour or so spent in Working out pretty problems with her youthful pro- stegee, rang for her limousine and was whirled away to a dance at the home got one of her dear five hundred Emends. Mrs. Missioner’s arrival was Jan instant triumph, a royal progress. She laughed and chatted with men w:ho adored her, and with women who would have done the same if they had Enot beenâ€"w.omen Britz of Headquarters . Yet there was a monotony about it all to her, for although she was fond !ot society. she had seen the same ifaces. heard the same talk, listened gto the same music, and danced the Bsame dances many, many times in the ,course of that season. Just when her vague wish for the unusual was shap- jing itself into a materialization of the grisly phantom, boredom, a little stir at the entrance to the ballroom her- ;alded the arrival of a. man who quick- }ly drove the little drab devil oi ennui Etrom his perch upon Mrs. Missioner’s satin shoulder. The newcomer was a tall person, .wearing the ordinary evening attire iof gentlemen, with the addition, how- ever, of a showy turban that crowned his long black hair. like a wreath of now upon a darkling mountain-side. 'It needed no second glance to tell Mrs. 'Missioner that they had already met. She knew it long before the Swami’s 'dark eyes swung their twin search- .light glance in her. direction. Mrs. Missioner recognized readily the mys- terious stranger of the opera box. It :‘was the first time she had seen him :since the night in which she discovâ€" :ered the falsity of her jewels. For a fmoment, the sight of his swart face and piercing eyes recalled the pang iwith which she had learned of the floss of the Maharanee diamond. So it «was with a most gracious smile that fiche interrupted an introduction by her 'hostess and said: “Some jewels mean more, Mrs. Mis- doner,” said the Swami suavely. “I thoroughly understand the sense of :loasâ€"in fact, the bereavement that came upon you when you round that beautiful necklace was not what you mad supposed it to be." ‘, “You are right, my good friend.” re- 3turned the Swami. “I will not pre- tend to be ignorant of the value you punched to the central gemâ€"the iMaharanee diamond. You are not ‘aloneâ€"” He checked himself abruptly. “It was a stone which well magnum affection 1mm its. nos- PAGE EIGHT; Exact Copy of Wrapper. N senor. Time was wnen devotion would have been the word." They were strolling across the floor as they talked, and in a corner distant from the music the Widow seated herself on 8. Louis Quinze chair and sald, almost coaxingly: "I feel pretty sure you know more about tho history of that jewel than I do.” ‘ “Yes, indeed and indeed," said the widow. with a. gay little laugh. “Of course, a sage cannot be expected to occupy his thoughts with anything so frivolous as a. diamond, however beau- tiful. Yet I am convinced that if you were to unbend from your meditations of the occult long enough to scan your memory. you would recall {acts in con nection with it that would be very in- :ezestirasje m2." Mathew Know That Genuine Castoria Always Bears the ' ‘i ' .. bignature ‘ ‘. _-...-r “Indeed!" was the Swami's only concession. “MET x‘mqun'e your reason for so thinking, dear madam?” “It is a reasonable request on your part," she replied. “I remember my husband told me the stone had come from the treasure casket of the most beautiful queen in Indiaâ€"is not that why it is called the Maharanee dia- mond '1’" “It would be difficult to explain the name 01! every great diamond in Hin- dostan.” said the Swami evasively. “Since your husband gave you a his- tory of the stone, surely you cannot doubt its authenticity?” “Oh. of course not,” said the widow. "It is not in regard to its more recent history that I am questioning you. i think you know not only all the tradi- tions hinging upon it, but that you are also conversant with its journeying through your native land before i became the possession of the Maha ranee from whom my husband bough it.” a set of lancers. She would have been uncomfortable .indeed. and even the self-centred Swami would have had a dim sense‘of soernthing unusual, had they known, that every word they exchanged was overheard by another swarthy man innOccidental attire who stood behind a. screen. The second Easterner, he of the screen, gazed after Mrs. Missioner menacingly, and :flxed his eyes the next moment on the broad back of the Swami with a look ‘freighted with suspicion. He shrug- «ged his shoulders after the manner of ’a Frenchman toned by long contact with Saxon restraint, and unpreten- tiously made a half-circle of the room ‘until at a distance of a. few yards he .faced the turbaned scholar. His eye- :brows lifted. The unspoken question was answered by an unnoticeable shake Q£-me§wam1’s.,head..-rutthat “Come, now!” urged the widow “Please search your memory again Unbend, Mr. Philosopher.’ ' “Lest you think me churlish. I d( recall that your famous diamond a one time was regarded with religion reverence by a large number of my countrymen. Naturally, being a Brah min, I am not in sympathy with idola try. Therefore, I cannot tell you what degree of sanctity attaches to the stone in the eyes of those to whom it once belonged.” "Really, Mrs. Missioner," replied th- scholar, “I can imagine nothing mom delectable than to carry out you? slightest Wish; but we of the Easi have things on which to concentrato our poor intelligences that are tm grave to make room even for so inter esting a diversion as historical stud:- among precious stones.” . Had anyone been standing imme- diately behind Mrs. Missioner’s chair in such a position as to look into the dezths of the Oriental’s eyes, instead of gazing upward at them and so miss ing the angle of truth as Mrs. Mis sioner from her position could only do, he would have seen in those inky deaths a gleam that belied the suave disclaimer of the priest. Mrs. Mis sioner did not see it, and it was with no sensation of discomfort, therefore. that she returned the Swami’s bow as he moved away to join a group of people. .)....0 v.80) ill .)Z(|100 (3(P2IU Hts. Mrs. Missioner, in the most com- fortable way in the world, laid her hand on the arm of Curtis Griswold, and recrossed the floor to make up For Infants and Children. .queiuons and answers nasnea tele- ipathically between those two pairs of {vividly black eyes, and a little later ithe men themselves paused for an iinstant for an exchange or words. i “An ‘I’ fnlfl vnn Drlnnn ” unit] f'hA I “As i told you. Prince,” said the Swami. “she was not a party to it.” 2 “Your proof?” ‘ ‘ "'She believes her husband purl Fchased it from Her Royal Highness- 1 {its namesake.” I i “And the other?" . t “He is here." t "Watch himl’” ‘ “Assuredly.” “Are the disciples at work?" “They must be finished by now. I expect the signal at any‘moment." “It is well.” Griswold should have had one of the most enjoyable evenings of his life . Uncertain of her heart’s atti- tude towards Sands. eagerness to avert the problem for a few hours made Mrs. Missioner seem more will- ing to be monopolized by the clubman than she would have been under any other circumstances. Who so debon- air as Griswold when he led the beau- tiful widow through the mazes of the square dance, or floated with her about the room to the melody of the Gitana waltz? Who more worthy of the homage due to a conquistador as he paraded the wealthy woman's ac- quiescence to his open wooing the length and breadth of the most bril- liant and exclusive ballroom in Fifth Avenue? It was not to be expected that Curtis. under such conditions, could be anything but gay. He glit- tered. His conversation sparkled like the receiver of a wireless instrument. Little Dorothy March was so im- pressed by the exceptional gallantry and animation of the palpably de- lighted clubmanâ€"so deeply impressed in fact. that it was long ere the mem- cry of that evening faded in more recent recollections of chocolate nougats and Forrest Theatre mati- nees. Now. the question is. would Curtis Griswold have been as light-hearted it he had known that a letter ad- dressed to him was intercepted at the door of this same mansion in Million aire’s Row by a swarthy gentleman of Oriental aspect, who had dazzled the unsuspecting district messenger with a tip of gleaming gold? Whe ther he would remains a question. Griswold never knew it, but Prince Kananda, after a swift perusal of the note in a secluded smoking room, lost no time in letting the Swami know it, and it was worthy of note. though per haps nobody noticed it, that within a very few minutes after their second meeting in the ballroom, Prince and scholar took their separate leave of their hostess, and sped northwesterly in closed automobiles that raced neck and neck far beyond the speed Limit. The detective seated himself on a stool behind the bench, and for esvâ€" eral minutes watched the photo-en- graver at his work. His mind was not behind his eyes, however. He was busy with the possibilities unfold- ed by the little scrap of paper he had found in the Hindoo burglar's pos- session. The Headquarters man never was in a hurry to accept any clew at its face value; nevertheless, he felt he had at last something which ,if not a direct link between his knowledge and his suppositions, would go far toward connecting them. That the note was addressed to Curtis Griswold he had little doubt. It re- ‘quired small effort of reasoning to conclude that the Easterners had gone to Sands’s apartments soon after vis- iting Griswold. By this time, Britz had learned enough to convince him that the Brahmin scholar was as eager to get possession of the Missioner necklace as he wasâ€"to get the Maha- ranee diamond, anyway, it not all the other bgems belonging to the famous string. By a patient, patchwork pro- cess, Britz had pieced together the tiniest details of the Swami's move- ments. He knew all about the schol- ar’s presence in the Metropolitan Opera House on the night of the dis- appearance of the jewels, and he had made himself acquainted with the sys- tem of espionage maintained by the sage and his subordinates ever since that time. That system, he was aware, covered everyone connected, however distantly, with the mystery. It was apparent to Britz that he was working against men who, while not trained detectives in the Occidental sense, were fully as persistent in their quest as himself. There was no ques- tion the Swami had directed all the energies of the Easterners which the detective had followed interestedly throughout their various manifesta- tions. Britz was convinced that he had the Brahmin priest to thank for hi. own kidnapping; and he was equally certain that the same little band of brothers had searched the homes of Bruxton Sands and Curtis Griswold. He was notgivento attach- ing mucn wergnt te intuition, regaxi ing that faculty as a pale and usually ineffective feminine reflection of mas- culine loam---_._____...__.__l Little society reporters. in frocks oi hoddei gray, scribbled for the city editions of the morning papers the in- ternationally important information that the ball of that evening was one of the most brililant successes of the season. and that it was graced by the attendance of an Oriental prince whose departure was hastened by the receipt of a pressing cablegram from his royal father. CHAPTER XIX. The Mysterious Millicent Brltz streaked from Sands's apart- ment to a dingy little den of a shop on the top floor of a. downtown busi- ness rookeryâ€"one of the skyscrapers of a. quarter-century before. It was much more tedious to climb the five flights of stairs to the sixth story than to shoot in an express elevator to the summit of the Singer Building. But Britz was too hot on the scent to pay much attention to his fatigue He ran up the sta_.irs_ Lightly, flung ‘-.‘.. _ _‘ open a crazy outer door that creaked an announcement of his coming, and pushed a bit of paper toward a young man of modern physique and ancient visage who was working at a bench. The paper was the note be- ginning “Curtis Dear,” and ending with the first name of the mysterious Millicent. The anachronistic young man looked at it inquiringly through “eel-rimmed spectacles. “Rush a hundred copies of this, Bur- len," said Britz. “I'll send for them in a couple of. hours.” *‘Bfit'sdfilething told him he must be- stir himself even more vigorously than he had done to date, if he was to trace the Missioner diamonds before the suave, subtle men from the East could find them and put them forever be-: yond the reach of any Westerner. One thing was in his favor. UHdOUbt- edly he had broken the Swami's line of communication by seizing the spies before they could report the finding of the Millicent note in Sands’s apart- ment. He had a vague sense that the scrap of paper would be of immediate value as a clue to the Brahminâ€"that If he had not intercepted it. the scho- lar by now would have been close upon the discovery of the diamonds. It remained for Britz himself to ascer- tain the identity and whereabouts of Millicent before the Oriental prison- ers could communicate with their chief. Those prisoners " were safe enough for the present in the Tender- loin Police Station: but, although it was in the detective’s power to pre- Vent their immediate arraignment in the Night, Court by a word to the pre- cinct commander. he could not long keep them in the cells. They were entitled to a speedy examination be- tore the magistrate, and he was cer- ‘ tart that unless their failure to report ;to the Swami should alarm that gen- I tleman sooner, steps would be taken in the morning to have the prisoners produced in court. They were sure to be arraigned in Jefferson Market at next day's afternoon session, if not earlier. Britz felt that. once in their presence. the Swami, though he might be separated from them by the length of the room, would find means to learn all they knew, to the last micro- scopic detail. He must find Millicent that night. That done. he had little doubt he would be close to the Missioner jew- els, and probably to the person who had taken them from their snug har- bor in Mrs. Missioner's library. “I’ll send for the copies, Burlen," Britz said. as he slipped from the stool and started for the door, “but don’t let the original leave your hands until I call for it myself.” The detective was so absorbed in his thoughts as he walked down flight after flight of the dark stairs that he did not see a pair of eyes gleaming at him from the gloom at the rear of one of the lower halls. Those eyes were as black as the darkness that formed their background, and the Headquar- ters man would have been even more than ordinarily on the alert if he had seen them glistening in the remote re- cess. As the detective passed on to« ward the street, the eyes advanced along the dusk of the hall, and in the faint glow of a. lowered gas-jet at the foot of one of the higher flights of stairs, there became visible behind them a man who, in most respects. was a counterpart of the two Orien- tals at that moment detained in the West Thirtieth Street Station. The owner of the eyes, while Britz walked downstairs, as quickly and far more quietly went up. ‘The‘ great 'detective’s indulgence in that luxury all unknowingly gave to the other side an advantage in the race for the Missioner jewels that well might prove fatal to his success. Long before Britz reached the hot-air room of the bath. the man with the glisten- ing eyes who had passed him in the ‘hall of the tumble-down lo‘t building was at the door of Burien‘s workshop, straining the angle of his vision to follow. the photo-engraver at work. fl‘hose glittering eyes focused their gaze through the keyhole on a piece of paper which Burlen had fastened with thumbtacks to a board, and which, in the glare of an arc lamp, confronted a big camera with a power- ful lens. Although the eyes followed Burlen as well as they could about the room, their owner was not so much interested in the artizan’s ac; tivity as he was in the small white sheet of paper on which he could die- cern lines traced in a woman's hand. Patiently waited the owner of the eyes. He was of a race that had cul- tivated patience through the centur- iies. Soon or late, undoubtedly. the man inside would go from the bench beside that great white light to an- other part of the room. A few yards :would suffice for the man with the eyes, and even while Britz still was talking to Rawson in Police Headquar- }ters, Burlen briskly covered those dozen or so feet to get a chemical in the row of bottles in the rack at the xfar end of the shop. The man out- ,side, crouching until he was little {higher than an unreared cobra of his native land, slipped through the door- fway, crawled across the intervening space between the threshold and the camera, whisked the Millicent note 'from the board. and as silently made {his escape before Burlen had replaced gthe cork in the bottle. By the time mmmLiButenant Brimwas .enxel- . Britz turned his steps toward 300 Mulberry Street. In his own office, after a glance into Manning's room that showed him it was empty, he called Dr. Fitch on the telephone and made an appointment to meet him in two hours in the bar of the Holland House. ”It’s one of the quietest places in Manhattan,” said the detective, “and I want to' talk to you very privately. They arefnot likely to know me there.” ' Britz pubhed a button, and when a Headausrfim attendant appeared. sent him for the Central Office man whom, next to himself, he trusted most. "Send down to Burlen's place in an hour and a half, Rawson,” said Britz to the other detective. “He'll have a hundred facsimiles of a letter signed Millicent. Have as many men as pos- sible get busy among the hotels. I want to trace the woman who wrote that signature. They will have to look through every register for a year past. It’s got to be done thoroughly, and I want it done quickly. Here, I'll give you a. list," and he hastily scribbled the names of a half-hundred hostelries of a class such as he thought the fair Millicent might patronize. “What. tinie virill I see you?” asked Rawson. Then, having arrived at a pause in the pursuit of the jewels, he hastened to a Turkish bath, where, being a little weary from much metropolitan journeying and musc1e~bound from loss of sleep. he had himself baked steamed, chilled, kneaded and pound ed into sham. - -- “If I’m not back in three hours, I’ll call you up,” said the detective. THE LINDSAY POST oper'ffi"’flle ng of"’ttl’6‘ Steam-roam, that little note was in the possession of the Swami and Prince Kananda. and those worthies were studying it so swiftly and so profitably that ere Brltz took his cold plunge. the sage and the Maharajah’s son made a swifter, deeper dive toward the heart of the Missioner mystery. It was as a result of what they learned from Millicent’s misslve that the Swami and the Prince went separately to the ballroom of Doris-Mlssioner’s most !‘ Burlen was one of the most aston- ished young men in lower Manhattan , when, turning from his row of bottles, he found the note entrusted to him by Britz had vanished. At first he I assumed he had fastened it carelessly l and that it had fallen to the floor. A 1 quick hunt showed him he was wrong. 1 He extended his search to every part {of the room, and it was not until he i had disturbed the dust of ages that he realized the scrap of paper actually was gone. His sensations following i that realization were not of the plea- ;santest. Britz was one of his best I customers. and he knew from the de- ! tective’s earnestness the note was of 3 exceptional importance. It solaced him only in part to find on taking the § plate from the camera and putting it t through a developing process that the i lens had done its work more faithfully ; than be. He held in his hand a per- ifect duplicate of the letter. That 4 would not satisfy Britz, of course, but it was better than it would have been i if the note had disappeared before the ephotographing was complete. Burlen E hastened to subject the little plate of ycopper to the acid bath, and as the ‘minute points of the halitone came out with gratifying distinctness, the 'young ma rejoiced that he at least i was able to produce the facsimiles the 'Headquarters man had ordered. Re- morse spurred him so effectively that all the hundred impressions were ready when Rawson sent for them. Half an hour afterwards, as many de tectives were comparing the halttone prints wi~ the signatures of all the iMillicentsL- the registers of New I Vvuu~quv~v' ed from those petulant feminine lines that the Swami tound Mrs. Missioner‘s society so interesting, and that the Prince, before and after that tete-aâ€" tete. experienced keen curiosity con- cerning the doings, characteristics, and state of mind of Curtis Griswold. The third result of Millicent’s little letter and the Easterners’ joint visit Milllcent's missive that the Swami and the Prince went separately to the ballroom of Doris-Missioner’s most fashionable friend. It was also in consequence of the information glean- to the Fifth Avenue ballroom, was their dash in separate cabs to a bache~ lor apartment in a side street just off Central Park, where. shortly after their several arrivals, they were in close consultation for an hour or more with Ali, the supposedly devoted re tainer of. the rich Mrs. Missioner. ‘ For the second note to Curtis Gris- wold that fell into the hands of the Hindoosâ€"the one Prince Kananda in- tercepted at the door of the Fifth Avenue mansion in which the great ball was heldnâ€"was written on a. letterhead that revealed to Nandy and the Swami an address they very much desired to know. Had that address found its way to Detective-Lieutenant Brltz as soon, lt would have saved .him much delay, and would have spared a large part of the city’s de- tective force the necessity of a labori- ous search through Manhattan’s hotel registers. “Most assuredly not,” replied Fitch. “In the first place, he is.not infatu- ated. Bruxton Sands is genuinely in love with Doris Missioner, and he is the kind of man who knows the sort of woman he wants. In the next place .he wouldn’t dream of doing anything runderhand, even if he saw the other fellow was undoubtedly winning out. He. alwaysmlazuhem my: “â€"444 “You don’t think, then," asked the detective, “it is possible his infatua- tion for Mrs. Missioner would lead him to do anything to queer his rivals?” Britz then told the physician more fully how stubborn Sands had been in regard to the note the millionaire himself had taken from one of the Hindoo burglars. "I’ll admit it seemed strange,” said Fitch. “But if you go on the assump- tion there is anything wrong behind it, you‘ll lose your point. Sands is as square as they make ’em." “There’s no pretense about Brux- ton Sands,” said Fitchwery positively. “He does want this thing straightened out, and he wouldn't do anything in any way, if he could help it, to hinder you.” “Well,” rejoined the sleuth, “I'm glad to hear you say so. I don’t mind telling you he made me a little sus- picious this evening. I must say that for an honest man his attitude was a little queer.” “In what way?" “Well," said Britz, ”he wouldn't let me see a. bit of paper that might have helped me a whole lot in this matter; and just for a moment I began to won- der whether he was as eager to have the Missioner mystery solved as he pretended to be.” Britz, as fit as a fiddle after his par- boiling. walked briskly to the marble lobby of the Holland House and joined Fitch in the bar. That hotel is not patronized by the Bright Light set, one reason being that it sturdily repels all attempts at such patronage. Half a dozen men of undoubted fashion were in the cafe when Britz and Fitch draped themselves over one end of the bar. and began absorbing long, cold drinks in punctuation of their in- terested talk. “You think that square look of his is not a. front, then?" inquired the de- tective. ,“Nlo,” said the doctor, who talked more at his ease with the detective than he would have dreamed of doing with any of his fashionable patients. “He’s ‘the goods.’ ” “We’re getting warm, as the young- sters say,” said Britz, and he told him of all that had happened since their last meeting. “Your young lady won't have to stay in the Tombs much longer, I’m thinking, unless we have a. stroke of bad luck. I’m puzzled on one point, however, and that’s what I wanted to see you about. What do you know about Bruxton Sands?" "I know he’s all right," Fitch re- plied. “One of the best ever." 5‘ “Known him loug?” “Several years. 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For further particulars apply Notice utApplication for Divorce BWARM FOR SALEâ€"Good 200 ac- ! res, Lot 7, Con. 6, Township of Ops, 'four miles south of Lindsay, frame bank barn with stone founda- tion (40180ft.), log dwelling (18x26ft) with frame kitchen (12118ft.) good well, never-failing creek'runs through farm. Property must be sold in ordâ€" er to wind up the estate. Apply to Geo. Murphy, 0:: F. McClory, Execu- tors. The Trayuor Estate, Lindsay, Ont. VERYTHING IN MUSICâ€"Music books, sheet music and all sorts of musical instruments from a 2-cent Jewsharp to a Ger hard Heintzman Baby Grand Piano. Several secondâ€"hand organs, violins and sewing machines on hand, all in first-class cunditioa and sold for small money and on easy terms if desired. Columbia graphophones, grafonolas and records a specialty, and they are a specialty in every way. There isn't anvthing like them. Also furnishings for musical instru- ments ~ of every kind. Piano polish, 3-in-1 oil, and all the rest. Brown’s Music Store. Kent 'St.. Lindsay. VALUABLE FARMS FOR SALE â€" The properties of Mrs. Alice Murâ€" tha. (1) The east part of lot 18, conCession 8, Ops, 75 acres, all first class land, good buildings, (2) West half lot 19, concession 9, Ops, 100 acres, 15 acres cleared, balance pasture land and wood. frame barn. Properties will be sold in one or separate parcels. Only three miles from town. Ap- ply Stewart O’Connor, barris- ters, Lindsay; a clear deed with property. 39 ‘lv to H. Lacey. hnx. 35. irktield, QTRAYED U'Om ADVERTISE IN THE P0313 Con. 9 , Garden, FOR SALE OR TO RENT Mylo. Haygarth, Victoria Road , one Holstein cow and 2 year old steer. Any Us..." To be continued ne noes,“ saw Brim; your experience in 'e 3.11 second-hand,” my ranch, Lot 7, [1, on or about the whereabouts kind- . Drury, Victoria the farm of T1108 LINDSAY, FRIDAY Barristers, Solicitors, 3} Solicitors for the Bank 0; Money to loan at Inwps, r2 6 W'iliamâ€"St., south, Liz Branch office at \Vuodvillt G. H. Hopkins, K.C, Fred Holmes Hopkin‘ LEIGH R. KNGHT. icitor, Notary l’uhlir' etc. Successor to Mal) having removed lhvir oyvn office oppisitu \‘J; Kent-st. Phone )4. 1m: Estate in all bram'hp MOORE JACKSON Etc. Solicitors for 1h» (1; of Commerce. Mom-y 1., I A gages, lowest ran-s. mt; st, Lindsay. F. D. Moore, K. C. A McLAUGHLiN, PEEL. STINSON Barristers, Solicitors 3. Money to loan. Spw'i::! ; en to invostmvnts. um” Bank, corner of William 211 Lindsay. R. J. McLaughlin. K.C.. A B. A.. Jas. A. Peel Woodvme Offit'v 0pm offiCe of P. E. Weks. 5 pru-vs. (mm. W». , . N 1. .4- .wrr l STEWART O'CC Barristers, Notaries. i ors for Dominion Special attention :hvu .u‘ best terms to Dorm-my Standard Bank. Lil:tj~‘:a_'.‘ Thos. Stewart. L. V CAVANA 8:. WATSON Dominion Land Survq‘ Valuators. Surveys 01‘ ;: attended to including «1 Office Rogers Block, 01 Box 228. Phone 267. Officeâ€"Rh Rains and premiums respectable company. osscs is prompt and hi; nd standing of the a nsured in it petfcct sccu Seed merchant and most improved Poul! eluding all kinds 01' r. eases among poultry: Bone enters for Poult DR. F. HAM (.rmiuntc .he Largest fire insurance amour the Iorm. Agent for Lindsay BARRLJT/um I}; HOPKINS HOPKINE __ -L .___A Capital ....... Accumulated l‘u: Invcszed m Cans Eyeglasses amszically Iwith mountings bcs: ac to your features are a ornament. To you w] quire glasses the HCWCS most up-to date are prd In our optical dqm eyeglass mounting all th est designs {or Cumfor elegance, accurate {c1154 successful fitting are m ret of our succcss. FIRE AND LIFE Who is Your Optician ? William-st, Lindsay OI'Ofl‘JI' 1’11 } 351 CIJLV'S IOU! JAMES KEiTH W. B. WIDDESS. ailw M rrists FULTON Stinuon 168 .apn an s {ordn- on hand \l Jack“... on: Jm. 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