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5 | This was all so much jargon to the dear old soul, but when he showed her the cheque he had received, she unâ€" derstood that at last, her handsome, well setâ€"up young boarder had fallen in with better times. ""And nowâ€"‘ said the clated young author, "we‘ll have a nice little special supper toâ€" night andâ€"" as an after thought, ‘"you can let me have my bill for those past three weeks, Mrs. Dale. I don‘t know how I can ever repay you for your kindness, butâ€"" He was stopped here or rather his mouth was, by the hand of the good old dame, as she said reprovingly, "If you‘re going to talk such silly nonsense, Roy, I won‘t tell you about the old gent who called in the big automobile to see you." "An old gentleman! To see me!‘" Young Marsten hid his surprise as best he could and, calmly seating himâ€" self beside the little table on to which "I didn‘t just get what you said about the automobile. You see," he continued, "I‘ve had a stroke of luck at last, old Dame Fortune@ has rememâ€" bered my existence and is making good her forgetfulness by Smiling her much sought smile." P bes, your pardon,. Mrs. Dale," ho said, apologetically. Whether it was the mention of such a fabulous sum\of money or the state of unusual excitement which his dear old landlady evinced, that recalled Roy Marston to earth and reality he never knew, but he became aware that S}‘Q was trying to impart to him in a rather disjointed way, a piece of unusual and unprecedented news. o o "Â¥es, Roy!" she was saying, "an‘ such a dandy auto‘ too, I bet it couldâ€" n‘t be bought for less than five thouâ€" sand dollars." 2 So engrossed was he with what was to him, this signal success, that he was only dimly conscious that his buxom, sweetâ€"tempered motherly old landlady was still in the room, and talking away to him with what was for even her, an unwonted velocity of excitement. : The letter was a brisk businessâ€"like intimation that the article which he had been trying to dispose of for months past, was now accepted, in paymentâ€"for which, would he please acknowledge enclosed cheque and a request for future MSS. & (By William J. Lockie) Roy Marston eagerly stretched forth his hand for the bundle of mail which his stout, good. natured land lady. held towards him. Just as cagâ€" erly did he scan the letters, one by one. . There wereâ€"four in all, one from his tailor giving him a gentle remindâ€" er of his obligations in that direction; two rather bulky packages which he tossed on to the table with aquired dexterity, and theâ€"fourth, a long thin envelope, the direction and businessâ€" like look of which caused his heart to beat just as fast as his stoicâ€"like nature would permit. Having torn it open with a little more haste than his usual methodical manner permitâ€" ted of, he was placed in the seventh heaven of delight by the knowledge that at last, the dream of his literary bent was being realized. I have seen thousands of sheep grazing in the prairies, the huge herds of cattle and horses rangâ€" ing everywhere and the golden harvests as far as the eye could reach,. Huge tractors do all the heavy work. On account of the drought this year, the crops on dry land in this section have been almost a total failâ€" ure. But on the irrigated land, they have surpassed all expectations. ‘This particular community has just been holding its agricultural fair at Brooks, six miles east of here. The exhibit of cattle, horses, sheep, graing, alfalfa and vegetables was certainly far above the average. This is especially surprising, as it repreâ€" sents the first attempt at farming in this section of the country. The water supply for irrigating canals here comes from the Rockâ€" fes, about 150 miles west through the Bow River. > At Bassano there is an immense dam, costing three and oneâ€"half millions. From this dam, the water is conveyed through large main canals to the smaller PAGE FOUR o PAID TO THE DEAD | Vaisce From VWestern Canasa All through the meal he sat with divided attenuon. First his y Htle suecess would claim his | thoughts and he built castles in the air, of such fine texture as would be completely crushed and broken down to roulity by his next thought of wonder as to whom his visitor could be. He knew of no one answering the description given him by his landlady, how could he? He had come from England to Canada only. enghteen months before and after trying many things with varied success he had finally settled down to fight for honor in the field of journalism. This short article he had sold was his first success and it hadn‘t come too soon either for he (was almost penniless and had an unâ€" paid bill standing with a friendly tailor. : ones. Each quarter section has a headgate or weir where the water is measured to the farmer. Then the farmer has to build a main ditch with many laterals, to get the water spread over his land. The "ditchâ€" riders" regulate the amount of water that each farmer shall have. They oversee six miles of ditch. The farmer pays the Canadian Governâ€" mert $1.25 an acre per year for the use of the water. However, his good fortune inspireq him with hope and, with an inward resolution,to attack the rejected M. The flume at Brooks, a great piece of engineering work, is about four miles long and 300 feet high. It carries the water from one hill to the other, a distance of about four miles. The stracture of reâ€"enforeâ€" ed concrels cost over two million dollars. Over twenty millions have been spent on this irrigation system and as much again will be spent beâ€" fore it is completed. A short distance east of Cassils is th6 soldier colomy; 50 readyâ€"made farms fenced, with necessary buildâ€" ings, and 50 acres of land broken. These farms .are sold to returned ‘‘No, an‘ I was so excited like, 1 didâ€" n‘t think to ask him," timidly apsw er ed the old lady fearing she had beer guilty of meglect. "Oh that‘s alright," Marston as sured her as he prepared for a wash up kefore iunch. "Alright, Mrs. Dale, you might let me have lunch now, and" as she was about to leave the room, "did the genâ€" tleman not leave his name?" "I told him you was out, but you would be back for lunchâ€"" ‘"Yes and what then?" asked Roy, who was now a little affected/by his land lady‘s exâ€" citement. ‘"Oh, then!" went on the breathless little lady, "why, he pulls out a big heavy gold watch,,oh, he was an aristocrat all right, an‘ looked at the, time, then he/says, ‘Oh you car tell Mr. Marstonithat I called an‘ ask him if he kin be at home at two olclock as I want to see him on a matter of great importance.‘ An‘ with thatâ€"‘" concluded the now excited and thoroughly winded old lady, "he went back to the car an‘ said someâ€" thing to the chaffer, you know, the d@river, and got in and drove away." Roy Marston pondered deeply for a moment, then, pulling out his watch Roy Marston 1 a moment, then, ; and â€" seeing that o‘clock said: ‘"Yes, Roy," she said, "just about an hour after you had gone out, a fine big limeâ€"mouse carâ€"" "Limousine," suggested Marston. t Yes, thatls it!" agreed his breathâ€" less informant, one of them kin‘ of cars drove up to the door, an‘ before I could say Gee Whiz! out jumps a real live old aristocrat and/skips up the porch steps andâ€"‘‘ here the old dame‘s face flushed with pride, "he lifts bhis hat to me an‘ says, Good morning, Madame, am I correct in asooming that a young gentleman, by name of Roy Marston, lives here, an‘ upon me informin‘ him that his asâ€" sooming was right, he asks to see you ,Roy." Here the good old dame had to pause for breath but, resuming beâ€" fore her young boarder had time io speak, she went on: he had tossed the two packages of returned manuscript, he waited for his excited little landlady to go on. it was â€"near . one soldiers on long term easy payments. To the south is Taylor‘s sheep ranch where they have over 25,000 head of sheep. This is only one of the many large sheep ranches in this section. Near Brcoks is the farm belonging to the Duke of Sutherland â€"a farm of 7,500 acres. This year they have 3,000 acres in wheat, and 300 acres in alfalfa. Some of the ‘and produced 34 tons of alfalfa to the acre. They have had three cutâ€" tings this year. â€" There is so little rain here that there is no difficulty in curing the hay. Twelve miles south of here is Lake Newel, the fishing ground for everybody. Wherâ€" ever there is any water, there are thousames of ducks and geese. ‘The duck Runting season has just ¢Benâ€" ud ard we have been well supplied. Fl@« is a good crop. The seed is «zed for linseed oil, the stalk, whith is very tough, for linen fiber. It now brings $4.92 a bushel. . Wheat and oats are usually put in for the first crop. H.=T. B. Cassils, Alta. "Oh listen, Roy," as he saw his son‘s face already setting into a hard relentless expressionm, "when I left home, wife and children, twentyâ€" cight years ago, I did it in the madâ€" ness of drink and fear. How much you know of the story I don‘t know, but Roy, don‘t be too hard on me unâ€" til you have heard all and what I have suffered since." « "What do you see?" he asked, again in a hoarse, â€"agitated woice. Young Marston needed no second glance to give him reason for that odd thrill which he had experienced on first noting his visitor‘s strongly marked countenance. He stariled vioâ€" tently back from the mirtor and the old man‘s convulsive grasp: "Youâ€" Yoa areâ€"â€"?" 8 "Your father," quaveringly answerâ€" ed the old man now trembling with the excitement of the moment. The old man was now completely broken as he looked wistfully\and pleadingly into the stern, set features of his only son. 5 Young Marston hesitated a momâ€" ent to steady himself before replying then in a low, hard, bitter voice: For answer, the old cman gripped Marston by the arm and drawing him towards a large mirror placed over the little sideboard, said .excitedly: ‘"Look in there and tell me what you see," at the same time he raised his hand and ruffled back the younger man‘s brow. j I have a strange feeling of familiarit& toward you, yet L â€"don‘t reccollect ever having seen you before." The old man studied the younger one closely for a moment or two then, in the same low agitated tone, began, "I suppose my pleasure is just what is uppermost in your mind at the preâ€" sent moment and I beg you will bear with me if I ask what may seem to you, some rather personal questions." ‘"Wellt‘ ‘answered the younger man, "I confess to a little curiosity. "Mr. Marston‘ I presume?", the latter said, in a low unsteady tone of voice. {At your pleasure, sir,‘ said Roy, drawing up another chair opposite the one he had; placed for his visitor. An unaccountable sense of familâ€" iarity gripped him as he drew up a chair for his rather distinguished looking visitor and he noted with wonder, the combination of grit, deâ€" termination yet benevolence tinged slightly with a deep sadness, which strongly marked the old man‘s face. Before he had time to thrust away the. returned manuscripts he was looking over, the door of the room opened and his landlady ushered in a tall, slightly stooping gentleman, who might easily have been taken for sixâ€" tyâ€"five or seventy years of age. Closâ€" er inspection, however, revealed that the aged look was premature and that the visitor looked older than he really was. Roy Marston. experienced an odd, curious thrill as he noted the fine broad forehead an the expression of the deep grey eyes. If punctuality could give a good impression, then Roy Marston must have received one of his visitors for precisely on the strgke of two, a soft, purring noise from outside the house intimated that an auto had drawn up to the door. §.8., which he had received that received that morning, he finished lunch and prepared for his visitor, as it was nearing theâ€" hour of two. "Oh I know all of the story, Mothâ€" Left to himself Roy Marston found his mind in a very complex state. His course of action did not seem so clear and definite as it did when the first shock of the recognition of his Father Came to him. His bitterness against the erring one was tempered by the sweet memories stirred up by the inkarâ€"iaw A~»4 he "al} to nondering UyEP um meow _vecs _« â€"i» are, Aimâ€" lessly his gaze fell upon the card, which he still held between his fingâ€" ers. The inscription was conveyed to his whirling mind and he gave a start as he read it over asecond time: "R. G. Marston, "Minora," Bellview." ‘"Minora, Minora!" the name scared his memory like a hot iron. Why, it was his mother‘s name. The disâ€" covery set his mind back over the chief points of the recent interview. His bitterness softened a little as he recollected the lines of patient sufâ€" fering, so strongly marked on his father‘s face. The memory of his mother‘s love was fighting hard for the mastery in his feelings. He reâ€" membered how in his bitterness he had told his father that, if it wasn‘t for that memory, he could kill him where he stood. And his promise to the dead. He had violated that in his anger and bitterness, Well he reâ€" membered that promise, how, on her deathâ€"bed, his mother, in her love for the man who shamed and disgraced them, exhorted him to the promise of Slowly jand dazedly the old man realized the futility of further appeal. Ho swayed rather than walked toâ€" wards the door and, as he reached it, his shaking hand drew a card from his case and holding it toward his son, he said in wistful voice: "This is where I live, Roy, Goodâ€" bye," and passed out of the room, a saddened and broken man. This was the one thing needed to revive in young Marston all the wanâ€" ing fires of pride, resentment and deep bitterness, controlling _ himself with great effort he said, in a cold, hard voice: "Your money can do nothing, sir, as I have already said your only atonement is to pass again from my life and henceforth we are, as before, strangers." With that he held the door open as an intimation that the interview was over. ‘"I‘ve been euccessful in business and I am now wealthy. All I have is yours, boy, wealth, position and what love and happiness a blightful life can give." His dull, despairing gaze round the room took in the rejected MSS lying on the table and he looked to that as a last resort. > "Let me at least make atonement to you, Roy," he pleaded. The old man recoiled as if from a blow upon hearing this, his sentence, from the lips of the son whom he had found and was so soon to lose again. The pathetic entreaties and . the sweet memories of that dear departâ€" ed mother were fast melting down the hard, bitter feelings of young Marsâ€" ton, but steeling himself â€" against them, walked slowly towards the door saying, "All the atonement you can make to me, sir, is to pass out of my life again and leave me to the knowledge of my shame." "Oh, Roy!" he continued hastily as his son would have interrupted, "I have done and am still willing to do all I can in atonement only have some pity." "Roy," he quavered, "I am crushâ€" ed and fully deserve it, but oh! have some mercy on me, for the sake of her, who loved us both," he pleaded. ‘"Mercy!" the young man groaned. ‘"Where was your mercy all those years? Where is your mercy now? Why come now to blot my life as you did that other with your shame and disgrace?" "Oh, I cannot bear it," groaned the old man. ‘"I kept silent all these years to save your mother‘ further shame; I tried to trace her years afâ€" ter, but failed. No one knew where she had gone. I made restitution to the bank ten years ago," he went on, "and now, only game a\cross you‘ by chance. Your MSS came to my noâ€" tico and I followed the name as a blind chance, not really daring to hope let alone expect it could be you." The old man had sat through it all with_bowed head, grief stricken, and at this last vehement . outburst, he swayed as if he would have fallen. Slowly and painfully he rose to his feet and with outstretched hands made despairing appeal., "Stop, sir!" he said in a vorce of thunder, as his father would have spoken.. ‘"The son of a thief," he conâ€" tinued in a lower voice. "And to think you should turn up now _ to throw the shame of it in my teeth and ask me not to be hard on you. Do you know," he went on in a voice terible and calm in passion, "if it were not for the promise which I gave mother on her deathâ€"bed, and for the sweet memory of that love that to the last she held vor you, "I believe I could kill you where you stand." er gave it to me on her deathâ€"bed, just two years ago. Oh wes."" hbe wrant on in a voice terrible now in its calmâ€" ness and bitterness. "I know all. How in your drunken debauchery you emâ€" bezzled the bank‘s money how, when your crime was brought to light you fled the country, leaving behind a brokenâ€"hearted wife with her _ two children one of whom at that very time was passing out of this world. Yes," he went on more bitterly, "I know all, the shame, which nearly drove no~* NMothar ‘rantic and made her forsake nome aud friends for the friendship of solitude and obscurity. The misery and struggle for very exâ€" istence itself in after years and the constant eager watching of that broken heart for news from the weak, drunken scoundrel for whom, her spark of pure, saintly love still burnâ€" ed. Know it all?" "Yes, sir," he went on, "I know something of the love of that pure loving heart, who denied herself in every way that I might be educated and provided for tâ€" the son of a poor wesak. ir=zkzen Shief." The young man‘s voice was terrible in its complex tone of anger and bitterness, yet tender and loving memâ€" ories. All orders taken as before. FOR SPEED, FOR CAREFULNESS FOR LOW CHARGES, FOR SATISFACTION BEATS THEM ALL â€" + Movings, Cartage or Express work handled Millar‘s Motor Truck OFFICE, 4 RAY AVE., MT. DENNIS â€" Phone Weston 354 Overland touring car for hire with capable and careful driver Weston Lodge No. 200 Meets every Monday at 8 p.m. in 1.O.0.F. Hall, Churech Street, Wesâ€" ton. Visitors are cordially welcomed. Any person wishing to secure,Asâ€" sembly Hall apply to Noble Grand, ED. P. BEACH Bank of ~Nova Scotia Bldg, Main St., WESTON or visitors Contributions may be sent to Sir William Gage, 84 Spadina avenue, or George A. Reid, 223 College street, Toronto. 5 Now that the step was taken, Marsâ€" ton had no time for further reflecâ€" tion. What he seemed to want most was speed, but putting the feeling down to unwonted excitement, he reâ€" frained from again urging his driver. The city was quickly left behind and the stores an" bxotmess buildings have place to well kept lawns and fine, palatial mansions. Suddenlyâ€"the car swerved and passing through a large archway on the post of which the young man caught a glimpse of the name "Minora," he was carried along up a fine, long sweeping driveway towards the portico of the large house standing so far back from the roadâ€" way, He had no eyes for the great stretches of ground surrounding this spacious wellâ€"built gothic structure to which he had come. He did notice, however, that another car stood beâ€" fore the entrance and felt a little emâ€" barrased that his father had a visitor This is but typical of the wastage of consumption; the poor are its especial victims. Too ill to work they are uz,lable to supply even the necesâ€" sities of life. You will wish to help. This can best be done by assisting our Hospital work. And how had he kept that promise? Would she have acted as he had done had she been alive? His mind was in a whirl. Anger, pride and bitterness were fighting against that promise to the dead. For, an hour or more that mental struggle went on, at the end of which, he rose from the table with grim determination stamped upon his face. True, it was his old determined self which shewed there, but there was something else there which made him look even more manly than ever. Pity and tenderness were not absent from the cleanâ€"cut features. He went resolutely into the hall downstairs where the telephone was, and calling up the nearest garage‘ordered a taxi to be at the door in ten minutes. His landlady got her second shock that day when she saw her handsome but almost penniless young boarder participating in the luxury of a taxi. "I‘ll have automobiles in my sleep toâ€"night sure," she murmured, as the car drove off. Amidst it all two children played, both too young to help or to realize that they woulid soon be loft alone. The mother died before an ambuâ€" lance could be summoned. The house was in a filthy conâ€" dition, soiled garments, unwashed disAes, and food, lay about, even in the bedroom itself there stood a loaf of bread and an uncovered bottle of milk. 3 On a dingy streét, in a hovel which they called "home‘" she found a mother dying of consumption. While making her visiting rounds une morning a nurse of the Muskoka Free Hospital for Consumptives disâ€" covered a particularly sad case. furgiveress «c2 «A3 wWandering father should they ever meet. Auto truck specially adapted for MOVING FURNITURE O. E. LaRose and Haulage 433 MAIN ST., PHONE 184 Furniture Moved Day or Evening Murray‘s Express INDEPENDENT ORDER OF ODDFELLOWS CARTAGE AND EXPRESS WHAT A NURSE EOUND. Continued on page 5 Phone Weston 268 si0h | dn t FRUITS i Quality Good, Prices Reasbnable Trial Order is all fhaj is asked for. Our Service will bring the next. JOHN EUQaPH/:YES Main Street Sout}.. 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