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fsr'isitts,;,1g j? "Sir Peter," he. said gravely. “a 'light isrbeginning to dawn upon me; the mysteries are lifting slowly, but. a think, surely, I can't tell you what I think, what I suspect; I hardly can tell myself yet. All is confused -- :all is stranger than I can say; but as in a glass, darkly! I begin to under- stand-to see the end. wait-give me time. As surely as we both live, this strange mystery shall be sifted to the bottom and the ghost ot Scarswood. gil. Péter looked at him, all his nev- er-ending suspicions and fears arous- ed. 'a'11 tell you presently. It the ser- Want who lived with them at the time of Katherine Dangerfield’s death be still. alive, it strikes me I should like to see that servant. One question more, Sir Peter, on another subjept. Do you know a place some three miles from here-a dismal, lonely sort of house called Bracken HolldW?” "Certainly I know Bracken Hollow." F.Its voice dropped in to a whisper, and he glanced half-fearfully .arounél. "Who in Castelford does not? Dismal and lonely! I should think so. Bracken Hollow is a haunted house." "Who lives at Bracken Hollow?" "An old woman, named Hannah Gowan. She was Katherine Danger- »field’s nurse in her youth, and Sir John pensioned her ott, and gave her Bracken Hollow." wuvuauw. "It' was Henry," he answered. wemember now. Henry Otis, that his name. "_L.L q "Yes, he seen him? ay." ' “Was ed, very stoop ?" "I think I have. A his house, and was 1 you say? How long at Castleford tor London "I don't remember exactly-some anonths/ I think. There were people "who said he had fallen in love with Katherine, and was miserable here after her death. She-was buried from his house, and be erected that stone "to her memory. Then he took his mother and went up to London." “He and his mother lived alone?" “They did." "They kept a servant, I suppose?" Sir Peter looked at him wondering- "I suppose they did; it was not his another who opened the door for me 'when I went there. O'Donnell, what are you driving at?" "Aeeounts for what?" O'Donnell halted in his slow walk, and laid his hand confidentially on the shoulder of the baronet, and look- ed calmly down into the baronet's lit- tle wizen face. "Whew--w s-nv-w."' O'Donnell‘s low, shrill whistle pierced the quiet air. “Katherine Dangerfield's nurse' By George! that ' accounts--" he stopped. anarked as to m; .e....,, - - Wye, 1 was examining the photograph with a niagnityihtr-srlay and I discov- ered a, mark or scar of some kind on the leftside of the face, right above the teinple. Now, had Katherine Dan- :gertield a birthmarlr there---, or any- where else----the proverbial strawber- ary-mark on the arm, or mole on the neck, or anything of that sort?" "The line you saw was a scar-- the scar of a, wound that came pretty near ending her life. On the voy- age out to India her nurse let her fall out of her arms; she struck the blunt end of a. spike, and gave herself a horrible gash just above the temple. I saw the scar a hundred times; it “wasn‘t very disfiguring. and shenever tried to conceal it. A white, triangu- 1ar scar, that used to turn livid red when she got angry." O'Donnell listened thoughtfully. "Humph!" he said, "a scar like that it would beiimpossible ever to obliter- ate, even had the lived to be eighty." "Quite possible; but why?" "Oh, only idle curiosity, of course. I noticed the mark, and it set me TVon- dering What it might be. He paused a moment, his eyes on the ground, his brows knit in a. thoughtful frown; then he looked up and spoke again, quite abruptly: “You told me, Sir Pet- er, she died in the house of a man named Otis, I think--a doctor, who afterward removed to London, Do Wou know if this man still lives?" I know nothing about him, but there "is no reason to suppose he does not." “Was his Christian name Henry?" Sir Peter paused a moment, and thought. .. N __.-.,-,., "T ly "r "Oh, I see a ce: O’Donnell repeated, l) _marked as to be ter: Wye, 1 w,as examining mum" rm fear in his nature; he had a, com a steady nerve, and he was int interested in ,the w11olc affair, C men had taken it up, had promi investigate, did not believe it , ghost, an) Sir Peter breathed Both gentlemen bowed to the tired-looking gen-ei'ness. The ly, turned round and looked darkl suspiciously after her. "Where has she been now? asked distrustfully. “What these long, solitary rambles I Don’t You see the,1ikeness, C men, to the picture ot Katherine bsrneld? you must be blind i do not." - Anni-gin er We Herncastie wameu um, .._""" over the dusty highroad, under the “boiling July sun, and.postef my lady s letter. She returned wary, dusty, footsore, asfhe stable clock was strik- ing six, and "as she walked up the am enue, came face to face with Sir Pe- ter and Captain O'Donnell. The little cowardly baronet had been s'eized with a sudden and great fancy for the tall, soldierly, fearless Irishman. A confidant of some kind he must hove. Frankland was out of the question-Sir Arthur he stood, like most people, in awe ot-the earl would have listened suavely and sneered secretly; O’Donnell, therefore, only remained. And O’Donnell suited him exactly; he had. not a grain of fear in his nature; he had a, cool head, -a. steady nerve, and he was intensely interested in [the whole affair. o'von- tell had taken it up, had promised to investigate, did not believe it was a ghost, and Sir Peter breathed again. Both gentlemen bowed to the pale, tireduoolcirur governess. The Baronet " Mum: and looked darkly and She placed writing IT my lady, and my lady, Italian tracery, dashed two to the major, am the facts, ot Sir Pete disapproval, and Miss .clever plan. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 17TH, 1920 (Continued Front he tall, spare, very light-hair- sallow complexion, and a W...“ Herncastle walked ". I have. And she died in , and was buried from it, How long after did he leave was. O'Donnell. have you You describe him exact- A.“ "_"""'"- v» _ major, apprislng him ot t Sir Peter's unexpected and Miss Herncastle's writing materials before my lady, in her spidery v. dashed off a page ol' a certain likeness," ated, "but nothing so be terrifying. By the - . __-r, THIE LAST LINK mber exactly-some There were people 1 fallen in love with was miserable here She'Was buried from re erected that stone Then he took his L JAVA. she been now?" be fully. "What do all ltary rambles mean? the,1iicerlessr O'Don- lre ot Katherine Dan- must be blind if you I?" Last Week) it was not his into town was Something in the magnetism ot that strange, fascinated gaze must have pierced even the mists of slumber, Without sound of any kind to disturb her, the eyelids quiveved, lifted, and \Miss Herneastle,, wide-awake in a sec- ond, looked up from the sofa into Bed- mond O'Donnell‘s face. _ "In one moment," he said. "Be- lieve me, I have little wish to prolong this interview. I have given you your' one chance, and you have refused it. It shall be no fault ot mine it Sir Arthur Tregenna works his own lite- long misery. I warn you tairlr---t6r his sake, tor Lady Cecil's, for Sir Peter's. I shall show you to them as you are. One moment more, Miss Herncastle. if you please. In,over- hearing your remark, in passing out of the churchyard, I also, heard you say, 'Marie de Lansac is here.‘ Now, what has Marie de Lansac--Ilose O'- Donnell-to do with that man or you?" Once again it flashed out, the pas- sion he had awakened within her, the jealousy he had aroused, and he never saw it. He saw only an angry and utterly base woman at bay, and his heart hardened toward her. "Or else it is war between you and me--is that it, Captain O'Donnell? Do your worst-- spy upon me when and hpw you choose, overhear all I say, suspect every word and action, and repeat everything to Sir Arthur Tregenna. I tell you it will be labor Iost----he loves me, You hear, most gallant ot Irishmen, most courtly of gentlemen-loves me, and as surely as I will it, will one day make me his Wife. Tell him this also, if you choose-it will be in keeping with the rest. And I thought you a soldier and a gentleman! Let me pass, Captain O'Donrieu--i have no more to say to you." 'r have been experimenting in ani- mal magnetism, Miss Herncastle," he said coolly; "in other words, trying it my will, my mesmeric power, could master you. I found you asleep--- sound asleep-after your walk, and I stood and looked at you and willed you to awake. You obeyed. A liberty on my part, perhaps, but the tempta- tion was irresistible'. You possess a very powerful will of your own, Miss Herncastle; that mine can command it is noismall triumph for me." "Captain O'Donr1el1," she Said. and She drew away from him once there was a strange, weary, wistful I again, hiding her shrinking face in her pathos in her voice, "I asked you be- hands. A dry, tortured sob was her tore-I ask you again-what Have I only answer. But, her judge and ar- ever done to you that you should be raigner never relented. the one to hunt me down?", ", "Was he a. lover of yours?" Something in her tone-something She made a mute gesture of assent. in her iook--dreary, torlorn-touehed "A false one,"of course ?" him in spite of himself. C i "Heaven help me-yes." “And I answer again ---nothing, A pause; then--- Miss Herneastle. 'I have no wish "Rose, did Monsieur be Lansac to turn amateur detective, believe me. know" But Sir Arthur Tregenna is my friend . "He suspected. He lieVer knew." ---l cannot see him duped without "Did he favor Dantree?” raising my voice to warn. You have "No; he forbade him the house." brought discord and wretchedness "And you-s-you, Rose O'Donnell, enough to this house already; so and stooped to meet him in secret-to leave it, satisfied with what you, have make and keep assignatioris. You done. All that I suspect I shall keep did this?" to myself; and I suspect a great deal. "Hedn1ond!" she cried, with a great But go; leave Sir Arthur to his duty gush, "why are you so hard, so bit- ---teave Sir Peter tree from ghosts, ter? Why do you judge me so harsh- and if it is in my power to aid or 1y? I was very young; I did not know help'you in any way, command IOP. what distrust meant, and I-I-loved But all this plotting, this working in him with all my heart, He said he the dark, must end, or else---" He loved me. and I-oh, Redmond; it is paused. nine years ago---i believed him. I Her hand was on the handle of the door. ' She stopped and turned to him, a smile of malicious triumph on her face and in her eyes, "Ah!" she said, "you heard that, did you? What is Marie de Lansac to me? Captain O'Donnell, you accuse me of the guilt of having secrets and mysteries in my life. I wonder it I She rose slowly up,to a sitting pos- ture and spoke, answering that fixed look: She rose up on her elbow, return- ing his gaze. What did his face, its sudden pallor, showing white even under the golden bronze of his skin, tell her? Something in his eyes cow- ed her' strangely-fascinated her also. Something very like a flush passed over the perfect pallor of Miss Hern- castle's face, Rose. o'Iyonneu's Secret For a moment-tor an hour, it seemed to him--not a word was spoken. His dazed eyes never left her; he stood almost like a. man stunned, _ C spell He drew a long breath and was him- self again. In dealit1srwith this wo- man, who could be too subtle and too deceiving? _ _ , He let the hair drop-he absolutely] " have no wish to go until the ob- reeled tor a second, and grasped a ject that brought you here is an ob- chair. He stood thefe thunder-struck, l ject accomplished, Rose. That you spellbound, looking down at her, help-l have some object in insisting upon less to do anything else. l coming to this particular plage I am Something in the magnetism ot that, quite certain. More, perhaps, I can stranze. fascinated gaze must have l partly guess what that object is." Goo-d God! yes, there was the livid triangular scar Sir Peter Dangerfield had described, Just above the temple. He drew ttear-he stooped over the sleeping form; very gently he lifted the black waves of hair that covered forehead and temple. A full and no- ble brow he saw it was those bands ot dead-dark hair hid. Lifted off, it altered her wonderfully, made her ten times more like the portrait of the dead girl. ‘He glanced at the temple. The room had seemed very dark, coming in from the glare ot the sun- set. As after five minutes he lifted his eyes from the carpet, he found that it was not dark. More, he found that he was not alone-the library had another occupant-that occupant was Miss Hetvncastle---Miss Hern- castle asleep. The first room the young Irishman passed was the library; its windows stood wide open on the lawn; it look- ed cool, and dark, and deserted-- a suitable place to think. He stepped in, let the sea-green curtains fall again, flung himself into a. chair, his hands still deep in his pockets, his brow still knit in that reflective frown. the ghost of Bracken Hollow exoreis- ed. Now, I am going away by myself to think." He turned and strolled away, leav- ing the petrified little baronet stand- ing under the lime-trees, the picture of dazed and helpless astonishment. "What is it?" she asked. The sound of her voice broke the CHAPTER VIII f "I am anshvered," he said; "you tut11-; have known Gaston Dantree. He was P, its', a Louisianian--you knew him in New even l Orleans. He disappeared here; at Sklnu Castleford the last trace of him is to crow- I be found. Was it to discover that also. _ trace you came and brought me here? pos- , Look up, Rose," he said sternly, "and fixed, answer me." ' The soft, sad voice ceased; the pale, drooping face turned far away from him in the silvery dusk. But in his face there was little relenting, in his voice little softness, when he spoke. "The folly of the past I could for- give; the folly of the present, no. That you took a girl's fancy toy a man's handsome face ,and were the dupe of his false words, might be overlooked ---is very natural in a girl of sixteen. That a woman ot five-and-twenty should still cling to the memory of so despicable a wretch, still pursue him and drug me. in my ignorance of your secret, into that pursuit-that I can'- not forgive." "Redmond!" she cried, with a great gush, "why are you so hard, so bit- ter? Why do you judge me so harsh- ly? I was very young; I did not know what distrust meant, and I-I-loved him with all my heart. He said he loved me, and I-oh, Redmond; it is nine years ago--I believed him. I was warned; others-olden. and wiser, read him 'aright---told me it was the prospective heiress of Monsieur be Lansac's millions he loved-mot Rose O'Donnell. But I loved and trusted, and could not believe. I met him in spite ot my grandfather's commands. I received his letters-to my shame I own it. Then our grandfather mat'- ried---then Clarence was born, and I ---learned the truth at last It was all as they trald--he was false, base, mercenary to the core, loved the heir- ess, not me, and he left me. Left me without a word, and came here to England. Still. without a word, he re- turned me my letters and picture. Then-the next thing I heard of him ---r saw the mournful story of Kather- ine Dangerfield in the English papers my grandfather received. From that time I have heard nothing---nothing. I should have told you, perhaps, but --it is not so easy a story to tell---- the story of one's own folly and hu- miliation." "Redmond, You-you don't under, stand. It is not that. I doa't care tot “I said I asked for no one's secrets, not even yours. I do, Rose. What was he to you?" T . "He suspected. He never knew." "Did he favor Dantree?” "No; he forbade him the house." "And you-s-you, Rose O'Donnell, stooped to meet him in secret-to make and keep assignations. You did this?" He arose as he spoke. angry ex- ceedingly, wounded, grieved inex- pressibly. She seized his hand in a sort of desperation and clung to it. She feared as well as loved Jim. Habitually he was very gentle with her, with all women, but let that stub- born sense of right and wrong of his be roused and he became as iron. Her hands dropped at his stern command, her poor, pale face, all drawn and white with terror and trouble, looked piteously up qt its judge. “Tell me the truth," he ordered, his lips set. . "It is too late for further prevarication. You knew this man?" “I knew him'." , , "In New Orleans, before he came here to court and desert, like the Craven-hearted dastard he was, Kath- erine Dangerfield ?" "Yes." His lips set themselves harder un- der his long mustache, his blue eyes looked stern as steel. Suddenly, sharply, without warning, the question came upon her. One faint, wailing cry, 'then her hands flew up and covered her face. The rose-hued netting dropped in her lap, her great, dark eyes diluted in sudden terror. "Btdmondl" "You have not chosen to make me your confidant, Rose, and I ask tor no ones secrets, not even yours. Still, you will permit me to ask one ques- tion: Did you ever know Gaston Dan, tree?" After dinner Rose O'Donnell took a seat in the recess of the bay window. Here Redmond sought her and open- ed the, cbnversatioa by asking: "I have heard that name," he an- swered, "but not from Rose" "I thought not. Then I tell no tales. I keep my own secrets, and let others keep theirs. Captain O'Donnell, the dvessiturbell Pings. I wish you good afternoon." "How much longer do you proposa; remaining in Sussex, Rose?" "Remain? I--" She taltered and stopped. "Are you anxious to go, Redmond? If so, of course--" "Gaston Dantree." The name had a familiar sound to him, but at that moment he could not tell where he had heard it-certainly not from his sister. The derisive eyes of the g0v- erness were upon him; he could not understand the mocking triumph of their glance. am alone in that? I wonder if Sir Peter Dangerfield knew every episode in my lady's career? I wonder if her papa and her friends are free to read every page in Lady Cecil's lite? I wonder it Redmond O'Donnell knows every incident connected with his pret- ty, gentle sister's New Orleans exits- tence? What woman tells father, lover, brother-au? Not one among all the millions on earth. Captain O'Donnell, answer me this: Did you ever hear from your sister's lips the name of Gaston Dantree?" ,o----m---- - It was a noticeable tact-noticed chiefly by Sir Arthur Treganna and Squire Taibot---that neither Miss Herncastle nor Miss O‘Donnell return- ed to the 'drawing-room. For Captain O'Donnell, he did not even perceive his sister’s absence. He'sat a little apart from the others, turning over a book of photographed celebrities, and never seeing one of them. One question was revolving itself over' and over again in his brain until he was dizzy. Had Katherine Dangerfield died six years ugo, or had she not? If she had not, who then lay in that quiet grave in the Methodist church- yard? If she had, who then, in the name of all that was wonderful, was Helen Herncastle? He thought till his brain was dazed. Lady Cecil Clive, with' Sir Arthur seated near her, glanced furtively (terms the length of the drawing room at Redmond O'Doi1nell's dark, tired face and somber, blue eyes, and won- tiered, with a sort of awe, of what he could be thinking so intently and sternly. He took his leave and went home. It was a brilliant summer night, and, as he neared the fields, he stopped and looked suspiciously around. But if he looked for Miss Herncustle, no Miss Herncastle was to be seen. It was long past midnight when he reached the Silver Rose, but even then he did not go to bed. He lit a. cigar. and sat down by the open window to smoke and think. The town was ver quiet,, the lights all out-the stars and Captain O'Donnell had the peace and beauty of the sweet July night all to themslves. He sat there, darkly thoughtful, for over an hour. When he threw himself on his bed he had thought it all out; his whole plan of action lay clear before him: She looked more like her brother, as she spoke, than the governess had ever seen her. She came ot a bold and brave race, and some of the tire ot that race shone in her eyes now, Miss Herncastle returned her gaze steadily. "There is but one way," he said to himself moodily; "a way I hate to t,alce, and yet-tor every one! ”kw-n for Rose's, for Tregenna's, tor Sh, Petet"s--it should be taken. If Kath- erine Dangerfield was buried six years ago, Katherine Dangerfield cannot be here. My mind is made up." He rose with the air ot one who shakes off a burden. “I'll wonder no longer. No possible harm can come of it, and it will put an 'end to this Juggling ghost-seeing-this, mystification. I'll do it. And I'll begin the first thing to-morrow morning." At ten o‘clock next morning he be- gan. He took his way through the town. to that pleasant cottage adjoin- ing the churchyard wherein Katherine Dangertietd six years ago had died. "Certainly, or else I had not asked it." "Thisl" the voice of the governess pose, her mouth grew set and stern-- "this-that if Gaston Dantree be alive, you are Gaston Dantree's wife!" Her brothep's words demanded in- stant action, and she was resolved to learn all. . "Miss Herncastle." Rose O’Donnell's clear voice, ring- ing along the silence, came to the ear of the governess. She had feached the King's Oak, and was standing, EI smile on her lips, on the very spot where Sir Peter had seen the ghost. She turned at the sound of her name, the smile fading away, and confronted the speaker. ' "You called, Miss O'por1nen?" 'l called, Miss Herncastle. I wish to speak a word to you. I will not detain you an instant," as the gover-_ nessi%sivered ever so little in the soft night air. "Two hours ago you bade my brother ask arte what I knew ot Gaston Dantree. Miss Herncastle, in my turn I ask, what do you know?') "You really wish me to answer that question?" She rose up hurriedly and looked down the lighted length ot the spa- cious drawing-rooms. No; Miss Hern- crrytre was nowhere to be seen. Should she seek her in her room? She stood for an instant irresolute. Squire Tal- bot espied her and turned to cross over. She saw him in time - flight was her only escape. She steppeo through the open window and disap- peared. l c. Out from the shadow of the house some one stepped. It was the gov- erness. Rose saw the tall figure in the moonlight, and, opening the win- dow, she passed out on the lime walk. A The tall trees of the lime walk stood up black in the ivory light ot the moon. She sat wounden---humbled---s'ilent. Then all at once the recollection of Miss Herncastle flashed upon her. She had told hinr--she knew all. Alll Rose O'Donnell turned white and cold from head to foot. Did Miss Hern- castle know all? "I have told yow-the past I could forgive easily; the present I cannot." And then he was gone. For a mom- ent she sat looking after him with eyes of passionate pleading. Then the pride of blood, latent in her, arose. He was hard, he was cruel, he was merciless. If he had ever loved, himself, or suffered, he would not be so pitiless to her. Lanty was wrong-- neither Lady Cecil nor any other wo- man had over touched his heart of granite. "Redmond! brother-tcies). Oh, my God, why will you Judge me so hardly? I have deserved it, perhaps, but-you break my heart. If you knew all I have suffered, you might pity-you might forgive." - He Withdrew his hand, and turned sternly away. him; it is all I can do to pray to he kept from hating his memory, wheth- er he be alive or dead. It is that--- that I--" Her courage failed as she looked up into that iron face. "Red- mond!" she cried; "who has been talk- ing to you-who has told you this?" "Miss Herncastle." he repeated, still very coldly. "If I were in your place, I think I should come to an under- standing wlth that lady. It was against my will I ever came to End- land. If I had. dreamed ot your ob- Ject, I certainly would never have set foot in it. But I trusted Rose O’Don- nell. That is all over now--it is only one other lesson added to the rest. When your inquiries concerning Mr, Gaston Dantree are at an end, let me know, and we will depart for France" "Miss IIernteastrer." she could but just repeat the name in her ungov- ernable surprise. Again he was turning away, hurt, angry, grieved beyond words to say. Again she caught his hand and held him fast. "Mistt Herncastle," he answered. "Your secret, it would seem, has all along been no secret to her. She bade me ask you two hours ago what you knew of Gaston Dantree." (To Be Continued) CHAPTER IX. Knight and Page COMrS----Black and white cow, calf by side; black and white cow, due time ot sale; black and white cow, due Mar. 20; black and white cow, calf by side; black and white cow, due Mar. 15; black and white heifer, calf by side; black and white heifer, calf by side; black and white heifer, due Mar. 20; black and white cow. calf by side; black and white cow, due Mar. 18; black and white cow, due time of sale; black and white cow, calf by side;black and white cow, due Apr. 25, black and white cow, in full flow; red and white cow, due Mar. 20; red and white cow,.due time of sale; 2 heifers. Notice is hereby given that Ernest J. Wismer, of the City of Toronto, in the County of York, and Province ot Ontario, Returned Soldier, will apply to the Parliament of Canada at the next session thereof, for a bill of di- vorce from his wife, Margaret Wis- mer, of the said City ot Toronto, on the ground of adultery and desertion. Cockshutt, new; Massey binder, 7 ft.,) new; Massey mower, 6 ft., new; Frost & Wood mower, 5% ft.; Massey ted- der, wide, new corn cultivator land! roller; horse ralqe; grain drill; Chab‘ ham mill, power attachment; two-! furrow riding plow; gang plow; two' single riding plows; three walking) plows; scuffler; two sets barrows, 3I horse; set barrows, 2 horse; IB-disc barrow; wide cultivator; cultivator. stiff tooth; 1 horse power; Jack, 10 horse power; two horse forks and rope; 60 gallon pot; sugar kettle; two dozen grain bags; scales, 1200 pounds; two truck wagons; spring wagon, Ctwuiclcshank's,; gravel box; open bug- gy; covered buggy, rubber tires; cut- ter, new: set of bobsleighs; Daisy churn; other numerous articles used on ct form. GRAIN AND EIAt--25 tons timothy hay, 500 bu. oats, 300 bu. barley, 6 bu. clover seed, quantity ot white oak lumber. ,mriruuvre2irTtr---Gastyhre engine, 2 horse power, new; manure spreader TTRMS---Calres, hay. grain. clover seed, lumber and all sums of $15 and under cash; over that amount seven months' credit on approved joint notes; five per cent. per annum al-, ' lowed tor cash. No reserve as owner' has sold his farm. Woodbridge Sub- urban Railway passes the farm at Stop 33, Terrence Road, I _ J, K. McEWEN" & SON, l x-129t _ Auctioneers. t. x-12-3t Dated at Toronto in the Province of Ontario, this 7th day of February, 1920. CREDIT AUCTION SALE OF FARM STOCK, IMPLEMENTS, ETC at one o'clock the following; HORNW---R0ad horse; black horse, h.d.; bay horse, h.d. Filly, Flora May Belle, registered (43266), rising 2 yrs, sire Mery Baron; Ma,re Lady Erma, registered (33397), 6 yrs. old, in foal to Proud Chieftain. The undersigned has received in- stryctions from ABRAHAM TOR- RENCE, Stop 33, Woodbridge Subur- ban Railway, to sell by public auction at Lot 38, last Con. Etobicoke, on The meeting was presided over by Mr. Gilford, of the Massey Harris Co. In his remarks during the evening he told of what Mr. Braden was doing in this boys' work. _ How, that under his guidance, the boys had been gath- Notice is hereby given that Albert Ernest Bulley ot the City ot Toronto in the County of York in the Province of Ontario, harness maker, will apply to the Parliament of Canada, at the next session thereof, for a. bin of divorce from his wife, Edith Annie Franklin Bulley, ot the Township of Markham in the County of York in the Province ot Ontario, on the ground otUduitery and desertion. ' Dated at Toronto, Province of Ontario. 3rd day of January, 1920. 13t , ALBERT ERNEST BULLEY. EDWARp MEEK, ILC., Mail Bldg., Toronto. Solicitor tor Applicant. 13t On Monday night there was a, very notable gathering at the West End Y. M.C.A. when about 100 sat down for a banquet. This was tendered to the winners and their opponents in the final game for the championship of the Industrial League. The boys were all there. The managers of the big industrial plants were there. The men who are deeply interested in the boy problem of this city were there. All were inspired to go for still grater things. The winners of the junior In- dustrial Hockey League were the C. -C.M. boys and from all that was said they had to go to the limit to win. They were presented with a beautiful shield to each member of the team and a, large shield tor annual compe- tition. Mr. Braden, who made the presentation, spoke very highly of the spirit that was shown in the games and by all the teams. The other finalists were presented with beautiful tie pins. While they were beaten out in the finals, they were to be ty:rngratulated upon the splendid showing that they made. These two teams fought the game to the end, but played the game as men should play it and feel the better for it. They are both out to win next year and will have to meet the other industrial teams that are bound to do their part. A Notable Gathering at West End Y.M.C.A. NOTICE or APPLICATION FOR DIVORCE _ THURSDAYS: MARCH 18TH OBEE & BLACK, 404 C.P.R. Bldg., Toronto, Solicitors for the Applicant NOTICE ered together and this league formed and run off . He emphasized the fact that a.s one who had to attend to the duties of employing men he had found out that the man who can play the game of hockey or other athletics is the man who will make good on the job. He would rather have a man who was able to play the game than one who was not. Mr. Braden was teaching these boys how to play the game and also some other more im- portant items how to play the great game of life. Mr. Braden, when he presented the prizes, was well received by all and showed that the work that he was en- gaged in was the real work. It was giving the boys who have the ability a chance to .develop it, It was giving the boys an opportunity. It was the bringing in of the boys under leader- ship that would develop citizens. It was developing leaders. This is What the league had shown him. The teams that had taken part in the-finals were leaders. He was proud of them and looked for big results from this work among the industrial boys of the city. He had received splendid co-operation from the firms, the referees, the boys and everyone it was this team work that had counted. Work upon basket- ball leagues and baseball leagues would be started at onee. Mr. Braden is the industria secretary working un- der the West End Y.M.C.A. He is or- ganizing the boys in the different plants and giving them an insight into the fourfold plan of lite. 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They are al- ways acceptable and will get you in right. Full stock of MACHINES and RECORDS Steam Laundry MVVE Moore's Lunch and Ice Cream Parlor --m-w-m - ”m- MAIN STREET, WESTON SOC) BROTHERS T. G. RICE ' ) Music sti' Hath Charms THE BRUNSWICK (llS'llllhllllljlfil..lE r'ieitia'eiaC-Yet?, The speech ot the evening was giv- en by Mr. J P. Hagerman, sec. of the Toronto Advisory top boys' work. He spoke on team work. All the vim, energy, practical knowledge and ex- perience that a man can command was put into that speech. When this is coupled up with an intellect that has a, real vision and a sincere desire to reach the boy and is passing through this life as a boy, then you can pic- ture the speaker before you. In a. few moments he puts before those present that the greatest thing in life for success was team work] He told of how the great individual stars who failed in team work were a detriment to their team. Not only was this true in athletics but in business life, in re- ligious life and in every phase of life it is the team man who wins out. That team life develops a spirit. This spirit then is the great stimulus that unites firms, communities, churches, Sunday Schools and men . This is the thing that will destroy the great spirit of unrest that is caused by revolution- ist. This is what the work on the team as a team will bring about. thing of this work and you will Pecog- nize it as the greatest in the world to be engaged in. , The managers of the teams spoke and a. vote of thanks was passed for the referees. The personnel of the winning team was Manager Mr. Trink- man; players: Angus MacDonald, Stanley Sabdforth, Percy Blackmore, Harold. Knapp, Cyril Dankert, Reg. Fordham, Viney and Percy Timpson. Telephone No. 19 PAGE SEVEN 53 as? L: bf 55% as“ A I I