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Stars ike SQ The Thistle package, $1 Red Feather “ 800 The Elect: 500 and $1 The Princess, 35 and 600 Nothing finer made. Store 1 flesh and White, 25 is a. real top-notcher, try it. Delightful odour, finest of talcums. ucca Leggett’s Chocolates Save Your Coupons PAGE SEVEN. Talcum hallen >0 the Silly th at George steamer v tory couns The Bride. Frederic flatly refused to meet the steamer when she docked. As if swayed by his decision, Dawes and Riggs likewise abandoned a plan to greet the returning master and his bride as they came down the gang- plank. But for the almost peremp- tory counsel of Mrs. Desmond, Brood’s son would have absented himself from the house on the day of their arrival. Jones and a footman went to the pier with the chauffeur. [L was half-past two in the afterâ€" noon when the automobile drew up in front of the house and the fur- (‘oated footman nimbly hopped down and threw open the door. James Brood, a tall, distinguished1 AAJ looking man of fifty, stepped out of the limousine. For an instant, before turning to assist his wife from the car, he allowed his keen eyes to sweep the windows on the lower floor. In one of them stood his son, holding the lace curtains apart and smiling a welcome that seemed sincere. He waved his hand to the man on the sidewalk. Brood responded with a swift; almost perfunctory gesture and then held out his hand to the woman who was de- scending. 1‘ ”-3 Uvuuunuc. Frederic’s intense gaze was fixed his life. At a word from Brood, she glanced up at the window. The smile still lingered on the young man’s hps, but his eyes were charged with an expression of acute wonder. He had never looked upon a. more beautiful creature in all his life. A kind of stu- pefaction held him motionless until he heard the door close behind them; in the brief interval, however, a picture had been impressed upon his senses that was to last forever. “ _ 32--... v.8“. " “U V. â€"Wâ€" - She was slightly above the medium height, slender and graceful even in the long, thick coat that enveloped her. She did not wear a. veil. He had a swift but enduring glimpse of a cu- riously pallid, perfectly modeled face; of jet black hair; of a firm, sensitive chin. Somehow he received the ex- traordinary impression that the slim, lithe body was never cold; that she expressed in some indefinable way the unvarying temperature of youth.1 He hurried into the hall, driven by the latent spur of duty. He heard his father’s warm, almost gay response to the greetings of the old men, whose hands he wrung with a fervor that was unmistakable. He heard him present them to the new Mrs. Brood as “the best old boys in all the world,” and they were both saying, with spas- modic cackles of pleasure, that she “mustn’t believe a word the young rascal said.” PAGE SIX. He was struck by the manner in which she ac jocular contributions to ‘ Her smile was friendly, h cordial, and yet there W He was struck by the calm, serene manner in which she accepted these jocular contributions to the occasion. Her smile was friendly, her handshake crdial, and yet there was an unmis- takable air of tolerance, as of one who is accustomed to tribute. She merely smiled and thanked them in simple, commonplace phrases. Her voice was low-pitched and marked by a huski- ness that was peculiar in that it was musical. not throaty. Frederic, on first seeing her, had leaped to the con- clusion that her English would not be perfect. He was somewhat surprised to discover that she had but the faint- est trace of an accent. He. awoke sud- denly, however, to the realization that he had been looking into his new step- mother’s eyes for a long time and that she was returning his gaze with some intensity. “And this?" she said, abruptly break- ing in upon one of Danbury’s hasty reminiscences, effectually ending it, “this is Frederic?” ‘ She came directly toward the young man, her small, gloved hand extended. Her eyes were looking into his with an intentness that disconcerted him. There was no smile on her lips. It was as if she regarded this moment as a pronounced crisis. Frederic mumbled something fatu- ous about being glad to see her, and felt his face burn under her steady gaze. His father came forward. “Yes; this is Frederic, my dear,” he ‘ ,said, without a trace of warmth in his goice. As she withdrew her hand from Frederic’s clasp, James Brood extended his. “How are you, Fred- eric 2” . “th9 well, sir.” They shook hands in the most per- functory manner. “I need not ask how you are, fa- aiter an instant’s .>-‘\.4‘ I "III-J CHAPTER III. McCutcheon hesitation. “You never lookea b'et- ter, sir.” "‘Thank you. I am well. A11, Mrs. Desmond! It is good to behome again with you all. My dear, permit me to introduce Mrs. John Desmond. You have heard me speak of my old comrade and-â€"-" "I have heard you speak of Mr. Des- | mond a thousand times, ” said his wife. There may have been a shade of em- phasis on the prefix, but it was so slight that no one remarked it save the widow of John Desmond, who had joined the group. “Will you go to your room at once, Mrs. Brood?” asked Mrs. Desmond. The new mistress of the house had not offered to shake hands with her, as James Brood had done. She had moved closer to Frederic and was smiling in a rather shy, pleading way, in direct contrast to her manner of the imoment before. The smile was for her stepson. She barely glanced at Mrs. Desmond. “Thank you, no. I see a nice, big fire andâ€"oh, I have been so cold!” She shivered very prettily. “Come!” cried her husband. “That’s just the thing.” No one spoke as they moved toward the library. “We must try to thaw out,” he added dryly, With a faint smile on his lips. His wife laid her hand on Frederic’s arm. “It is cold outside, Frederic,” she said; “very cold. I am not accus- tomed to the cold.” He was prepared to dislike her. He was determined that his hand should be against her in the conflict that was “But I Shall Not Be a Stcpmother,” She Said, Quickly. bound to come. And now, in a flash, a strange, new emotion rushed up within him like a flood. A queer, wistful note of sympathy in her voice had done the trick. Something in the touch of her fingers on his arm completed the mystery. He was con- scious of a mighty surge of relief. The horizon cleared for him. “We shall do our best to keep you warmth,” he said quite gayly, and was somewhat astonished at himself. They had preceded the others into the library. James Brood was divest- ing himself of his coat in the hall, at- tended by the leechclike old men. Mrs. Desmond stood in the doorway, a de‘ tached figure. “You must love me, Frederic. You must be very. very fond of me, not1 for your father’s sake but for mine.3 Then we shall be great friends, not antagonists." He was helping her with her coat. “I confess I looked forward to you with a good deal of animosity,” he said. - “But I shall not be a stepmother,” she said quickly. Her eyes were seri- ous for an instant, then filled with a luminous smile. “I shall be Yvonne to you, and you Frederic to me. Let it be a good beginning.” “You are splendid!" he cried. “It’s not going to be at all bad.” “I am sure you will like me,” she said composedly. Brood joined them at the fireside. “My dear, Mrs. Desmond will show you over the house when you are ready. You will be interested in see- ing the old place. Later on 1 shall take you up to my secret hiding place, as they say in books. Ranjab will have the rooms in order by this eve- Desmond ?” last lettefyou instructed her tea at halfâ€"past foun?” “You will adore Lydia,” said Fred- ‘sric to Mrs. Brood. ‘ A 1.2â€"- ‘ Apparently she did not hear mm, for she gave no sign. She was look- ing about the room with eyes that seemed to take in everything. “I am sure I shall be very happy in this dear old house,” she said quietly. “Your own mother must have loved it, Frederic." James Brood started. Unnoticed by the others, his fingers tightened on the gloves he carried in his hand. . “I never knew my mother,” said lfhn vounz man. “She died when I “I never knew my mower," saw the young man. “She died when I was a baby.” “But of course this was her home, was it not?” _ _,... “I don’t know,” said Frederic, un- comfortably- “I suppose so. 1â€"! came 3: did not hear him, to finish “But even though you never knew her, there must still be something here thatâ€"thatâ€"how shall I say it? I mean, you‘ must feel that she and you were here together years and years ago. One may never have seen his mother, yet he can always feel ner. There rs somethingâ€"shall I say spiritual-â€"inâ€"” Her husband broke in upon these unwelcome reflections. His voice was curiously harsh. “Mrs. Desmond is waiting, Yvonne.” She drew herself up. “Are you in such great haste, Mrs. Desmond?” she asked in a voice that cut like a knife. Instinctively, she glanced at Fred- eric’s face. She saw the muscles of the jaw harden and an angry light leap into his eyes. Instantly her arro- gance fell away. “I beg your pardon, Mrs. Desmond. I have many bad hab- its. Now will you kindly show me to my room? I prefer that you and not of the servants should be my guide. Au revoir, Frederic. Till tea- time, James.” Her eyes were sparkling, her husky voice once more full of the appealing quality that could not be denied. The flush of injured pride faded from Mrs. Desmond‘s brow, and a faint; look of surprise crept into her eyes. To her further amazement, the younger wom- an laid a hand upon her arm and gave it a gentle, friendly pressure. The men watched them in silence as they left the room, side by side. A moment later they heard the soft laughter of the two women as they mounted the stairs together. Frederic drew a long breath. “She’s splendid, father,” he said, impulsively. érood’s face was still clouded. He did not respond to the eager tribute. Father and son ’faced each other. ‘ They were a striking pair, each in his nay an example of fine, clean manhood. The father was taller by a couple of inches than the son, and yet Frederic was nearly six feet in hisl stockings. Both were spare men, ; erect and gracefully proportioned.‘ Brood gave out the impression of great strength, of steel sinew,s of in- vincible pow er; Frederic did not sug- gest physical strength, and yet he was a clean-limbed, well-built fellow. He had a fine head, a slim body whose every movement proclaimed nervous energy, and a face that denoted tem- perament of the most pronounced character. It was not a strong face, nor was it weak; it represented char- acter withOut force. On the other hand, James Brood’s lean, handsome face was full of power. His gray eyes were keen, steady, compelling and seldom alight with warmth. His jaw was firm, square, resolute, and the lines that sank heavily Into the flesh in his cheeks were put there not by age but by the very vigor of manhood. His hair was quite gray. Frederic waited for his father to! speak. But James Brood had noth-f ing to say. “She is very attractive, father,” said the young man at last, almost wistfully. He did not realize it, but he was groping for sympathy. Brood had been in the house for a quarter of an hour, after an absence of nearly a year, yet his greeting had been cold, casual, matter-of-fact. Fred. eric expected little more than that; still he felt in a vague way that now, it never again, the ice of reserve might be broken between them if only for a moment. He was ready and willing to do his part. Brood was studying the young man’s face with an intensity that for the moment disconcerted him. He seemed bent on fixing certain features in his mind’s eye, as if his memory had once ‘1 played him false and should not do: so again. It was a habit of Brows! after prolonged separations, to look!i for something in the boy's face that; he wanted to see and yet dreadedfl something that might have escaped. him when in daily contact with him.} Now, at the end of the rather often-g sive scrutiny, he seemed to shake his? head slightly, although one could not have been sure. “And as charming as she is attrac- . tive, Frederic,” he said, with a faint flush of the enthusiasm he suppressed. “Who is she?” asked his son, with- out realizing the bluntness Of his eager question. “Who is she?” repeated his father, raising his eyebrows slightly. “She is Mrs. James Brood.”- Lb) .MAA-v. vâ€"â€"--_ “Iâ€"â€"I beg your pardon,” stammered Frederic. “I didn’t mean to put it in that way. Who was she? Where did you meet her andâ€"Oh, I want to know all there is to tell, father. I’ve heard nothing. I am naturally curi- Brood stopped him with a gesture. “She was Yvonne Lestrange, before we were marriedâ€"Mademoiselle Le? strange. We met some time ago at the house of a mutual friend in Paris. I assure you, her references are all . that could be desired.” His tone was sarcastic. - “-- --â€"- ' -_1-A.: DGIL UuUULvo Frederic flushed. “I’m sorry I asked . the questions, sir,” he said, stifily. ,; Brood suddenly laughed, a quiet': laugh that had some trace of humor‘, and a touch of compunction in it. “I to my room and smoke a cigar with" me while I’m changing. I’ll tell you” about her. She is wonderful.” To his own surprise, and to Fred“ eric’s astonishment, he linked his arm in the young man’s and started toward , the hall. Afterward Brood was to won- ' der even more than he wondered then m w- v â€"U-â€" sowâ€"and the bdd longing to his arm gently. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. The modification of the well-known mechanical dancer shown in the illus- tration is based on the principle of the electric bell. While the amusing antics of the mechanical dancer are controlled by the hand, the manikin shown is actuated by the electromag- net. The mechanism is contained in a box. It consists of an electromagnet with a soft-iron armature carried by a spring. A Wire from the battery goes to the magnet. The other ter- minal of the magnet connects with the armature spring at L1. The spring is bent at a right angle at its other end, L2, and carries a platform, L3, strengthened by a smaller disk under- neath. The dancer performs upon this platform. -‘ ‘ O i Q, ,._ V-.-" râ€".~â€"â€"_ .7 . A contact spring, S is carried by the armature spring. A contact screw, C, is adjustable in its contact with the spring 8. A wire runs from the contact screw to the binding post B, to which the other battery wire is connected. The current keeps the platform in constant vibration, causing the dancer to “dance.” By means of. screw C, the action of the current may be varied, and the “dancing” will vary correspondingly. The figure is made of wood with very loose joints and is suspended so that the feet barely touch the platform.â€"-â€"From Popular Mechanics. Patlence Required in Shepherdâ€"Wes- tern Canada Flocks It is not so easy to be a nocxmaswr as some would have us believe. The man who does not love sheep would better leave them out of his farming operations. The man who is not care- _. __..‘11 [In Vuvt "new--." £111 and gentle in disposition will do well to seek a change of heart before he puts a flock on his farm. While the shepherd requires a peculiar dis- position to succeed, yet many thous- ands of farmers possess the right natural qualifications, and only require ,,LI- Amy“. was ‘wwâ€"â€"â€"â€" . _- a little experienee te reap the double profits from the animal with the gold- en hoof. There are, of course, difficulties in the way of sheep husbandry on the Western Canadian farm. We are not omnlzedw fer the‘ small flock. What v-r--â€"vâ€" â€"vâ€" _ is wanted first of all, is a campaign for more efficient dog and coyote proof mains, and a more intelligent divis- ion at the small farm, so as to facili- tate some sort of crop rotation. which will admit of portions of the farm m utilized for grazing at intervals d 50 many yen-a. The Western idea that all grazing must be done on the public domain or other vacant land, CHARA l‘ ‘J TER AND SEE EP ‘V‘â€"‘t‘ l Eomethmg like a million and a. . tons of rags, straw, and waste g fine also used to supply the re.- ‘ q ants in paper. _ It} Was the in- -â€". â€"vâ€"â€"-â€" very, very hard. Sooner or later, the small farm must become sen-con- Wandnmagoodthtnstobe- _ u3MtotheIdea and to re the inevitable. In the meanw e, gt. is, of com-w, od policy to use the vacant mg the greetest pos- A ___-_-__ L- -‘AA- Egatomakethe, fâ€"pennyne r - possible. Indeed, it is said that e i circulation of English newspapers :tmhled between the years, 1875-1886, ; {wing to the cheapening of paper foi- E owing the introduction of wood pulp. a variety of other th s are. :0 course, produced from w pulp beside the paper necessary for the Weeklies, dailies. and magazines. The ' ; most novel are paper eancepens, which have been used by Japanese soldiers "among others, and ladies’ imitation i. silk stockings, these being badly de- 5 tectabie from the real £111le AN ELECTRICAL DANCER Way-NWIS :1"th 88.68 CHEAP PAPER AND PRESS so easy to be a flockmaster In y of other th s 8138. duced from w pulp per necessary for the as, and magazines. The paper saucepens, which d by Japanese southern! . and ladies’ 131$.de these being haw 0‘ the real article. net be done on the other vacant land. 6. Sooner or later. Lat become salt-con- _. good mm: to 50' [dos and to W76 State of Ohio, City of Toledo Lucas County, 88. Frank J. Cheney makes oath that he is senior partner of the firm of F. J. Cheney Co., doinz business in the City of Toledo. County and State aforesaid, and ‘that said firm will pay the sum of ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS for; each and every case of Catarrh‘ that cannot be cured by the use 01 EALL’s CATARRH CUP. :3. FRANK J. CHENEY. Sworn to before me and subs- cribed in my presence, this 6th day of December. A. D. 1886. ANY. GLEAS-ON, (Seah Notary PubliC. Ball’s Catarrh Cure is taken 1n- ternally and acts through the Blood on the Mucous Surfaces o! the System. Semi for testimonia s free. F. J. CHENEY C0,. Toiedo O. 8013 by all druggists 75c. Hall’s Fa'mily Pills for Constipat- ion. New Night Train Between Detroit-l Chicago via Canadian Pacific Railway. A new night train, “The Michi- gan Special,” now leaves Toronto 11.50 p.m. daily, arriving Windsor! (M.C.R.) 8.30 a.m., eastern time: De-‘ troit (M.C.R.\ 8.10 central time: leaving Detroit (M.C.R.\ 8.25 a. m. central time: arriving Chicago (M. 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If possible I Wish to dispose of my entire stock before the end of the present. year, and if prices at cost and below cost will. move the buying public then our stock Will he sure to move. \Ve are determined to get rid of it. so we advise you to see for yourself. The stock consists of Dry Goods including, flannellets, blankets, woollen goods, men’s underwear, ladie‘s under- wear. men’s pants and overalls, ginghams, muslins and ladies’ and gent’s sweaters. Call and get our Moving sale prices. There’s money in it for you. Eggs and Butter taken as Oash‘ Windows may be opened to desired height, free of all obstruction, While screen remains in place. Best and cheapest, because they last and can be re-Wired at any time. See us for Mill and Carpenter work. Screen Doors . J. Furber 6: Co. ALL MUST BE SOLD To Suit Requirements Half or Full Sections S. SCOTT Durham. Ont. SYNOPSIS OF CANADIAN NORTH WEST LAND REGULATIONS. The sole head of a family. or any male over 18 years old. my homestead a quarter-section of available Dominion land in Mani- toba, Saskatchewan or Alberta. Applicant must appear in person at the Dominion Lands Agency or Sub-Agency for the District. En- try by proxy may be made at any Dominion Lands Agency (but not Sub-Agency). on certain conditions. ‘ Duties.â€"Six months’ residence :upon and cultivation of the land {in each of three years. A home- gsteader may live within nine miles iof his homestead on a farm of sat least 80 acres, on certain condi- :tions. A habitable house is re- }uuired except where residence is iperformed in the yicinity. V ‘HIâ€"aiiwléflsâ€"tocl‘: may be_ sfibstituted for cultivation under certain con- ditions. In certain districts 3 home- steader in good standing may pre- empt a quarter-section alongside his homestead. Price $3 00 per acre Dutiesâ€"Six months’ residence in each of three years after earning homestead patent: also 50 acress extra cultivation. Pre-emption patent may be obtained as soon as homestead patent, on certain conditions. A settler who has exhausted his homestead right may take a pur- chased homestead in certain Dis- tricts. Price $3 00 per acre. "Dutiesâ€"Must reside six months in each of three years cultivate 80 acres and erect a house worth $300. . W. W CORY, Deputy of the Minister of the Interior. N. B -â€"Unauthorized publication of this advertisement will not A be paid for. g 1916. Durham, Ontario 41166111