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bn Hand s'r’s ALL 16 H T“ ytwear now. rostly small Fittings t Drill not now be told prices. ce them are ved nd a Good :h one of Sh bools. Torn DOORS MAR BUSINESS Shoe Store Is free ent, E 8: Gem OO‘QOOOW '. well known atalozue free August Tosiery and RANT’S SEVEN OPEN pLARK r IRIS HILLS iescriD Head Lath ONTARIO w Sts Trains leave Durham at 7.05 a..m., and 3.45 p.111. *Trains armve at Durh am at 11.20am). 2.30 p.m., and 8.45 p.111. (EVERY DAY EXCEPT SUN DAY 1. T. Bell. L... E. Hmning, ((i. P. Agent, D.P. Agent, Mont: eul. Toronto. .I. TO\V\ER Depot; Agent CUALDER Town Agent Canadian Pacific Railway Time Tame ElfH tixw XIIQIHU lst. 1916: / % 2)} th: plicea of [mm] ‘ a's Will‘ [/I/ be as folk) vs: . I”: These prices are guaranâ€" teed against reduction be- fore August 1_ 1917, but not a0 ainsn adv ance. Ford Car Prices T7 mring‘ (3:11" $4.95 00 Roadster - - 475.00 Chassis - - 450 00 Couple‘s - - 695.00 Town - - - 780 00 Spdan - - - 890.00 These prices are all F.O.B. Ford. Ontario. C. Smith 6: Sons 0.2.2 1.05 .. Maple 0.35 1.24) " \Vulko i. MAUFARLANE. of St. Ma ry’s parish Owen Sound and datrizt, has been transferred to St. Basd’s church, Brantford. Trains will arrive and depart, 4.8 to!- ws. nnLil umber [macer- (One-W’ay Second-Class.) From all Stations in Ontario to certain points in ALBERTA BRIT. COLUMBIA EIIZONA CALIFORNIA < 'OLORADO IDAHO I»; O NTAN A NEVADA 0 REGON TEXAS I'T AH WASHINGTON, On Sale Sept. 24 to Oct. 8, me. Full particulars from agents. or write C. E. Horning. District Passenger Agent, Union Sta- tion. Toronto Ont. W. Calder, Town Agent, Tel. 3 J. Towner, Stn. Agent, Tel. 18 at, the wear of ; he turn l'H-‘HH and is m-vmu'ed kinds nf rins‘mithing. Mr. M. mes has opened a shop at, the rear uf ; nu, furn - tm'e anow run!” and is m-umu'ec} H» :20 91.” Rev. Father R. T. Burke,_ heat-(:1 Grand Trunk Railway TIME-TABLE PAGE SIX. Undertaking reveives special attention EDWARD FURNITURE INDERTAKWG COLONIST FARES “My men would be very grateful to anyone who will send them Zamâ€"Buk. Capt. Brooks, of No. 4 Company, 7th Battalion, writing from the front, says: a: It is in great demand for cuts, blistered heels. etc. Parcels should be ad. dressed to Co. Sergt.-Major, No. 4 Co., 7th Batt., B.E.F.” Be sure to include some Zamo‘in’r; in your ncxt par. cel to the ircnt. 50¢ box, 3 for $1.25, an druggists, or Zam-Buk. (30.. Toronto. Lv. Toronto Un. 9.1“ Lv. Tnman N. 11.55 .u'. Saugven J. 7‘0 0‘1 Dealers, Durham has, ”Haloths “RH-.1: )W Shadow; Lac» ' Hummus all flnvaseholc Fumiangs 'a’lNSMITHHNEG 6 Priceville Glen ‘ \I<:\ViHia.ms Durhann Allan Pwl‘k Hanover )Iaple Hill \Vztl k u N on AND a” was VK'TC l . O a 2‘2. a ) 9"” RV l’ I (1‘ 9:9 1‘ . L 495 ()0 47).00 450 00 693. 00 780 ()0 890. 00 1'. 11.35 A.M. P.)l ‘ o ;)') 8.1“ 4. 35 George Barr McCutcheon A Mother lntervenes. Long past midnight the telephone in the Desmond apartment rang sharp ly, insistently. Lydia, who had just fallen asleep, awoke with a start and sat bolt upright in her bed. A clamrny perspiration broke out all over her body. She knew there had been a catastrophe. She sat there chattering until she heard her mother’s door open and tin-3: the click of the receiver as it was lifted from the hook. Then she put her fingers to her ears and closed her eyes. The very worst had happetxd, she was sure of it. The blow had fallen. The only thought that seared her brain was that she had failed hfzn failed him miserably in the crisis. Oh. if she could only reclaim that lesz hour of indecision and cowardice! The light in the hallway sudden}; smote her in the face and she :‘eali/ec' for the first time that her eyes xx ere tightly closed as if to shut out Sex-ac abhorrent sight. “L3’dia!” Her mother was stance: in the open door “Oh, you are awake-'7” Mrs. Desmond stared in amazemen at the girl’s figure. “What is it, mother? Tell me W113. has happened? Is heâ€"” “He wants to speak to you. He i 1 on the wire. Iâ€"Iâ€" His voice 501..-;- very queerâ€"” The girl sprang out of bed and hm ried to the telephone. "D0n t go away, mo herâ€"stay l1 0 she cried as she sped past the “hit- clad figure in the doorway. Mrs. Dos mond flattened herself against the wal and remained there as motionless a: a statue, her somber gaze fixed on he; daughter’s face. "Yes, Fredericâ€"it is Iâ€"Lydia. ‘56an is it, dear?” Her voice was high ant thin. His voice came jerking over th: wire, sharp and querulous. She C1059! her eyes in anticipation of the blow her body rigid. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” he wa: saying, “but I just had to call ym up.” The words were disjointed, a: if he forced them from his lips on: by one in a. supreme effort at coher ency. ”Yes, yesâ€"it’s all right. I don”. mind. You did right. What is it?’ “I want you to release me from m} promise.” happened, no matterâ€"” “Oh, Lord, Lyddyâ€"it isn’t that! It’s the otherâ€"the promise to say nothim to my fatherâ€"” “Oâ€"oh!” she sighed weakly, a vast “Where are you, Frederic?" sh: cried, in sudden alarm. ' “Oh, I’m all right. I shan’t go home you may be sure of that. Tomorrow will be time enough.” “Where are you? I must know. How can I reach you by telephoneâ€"" : ‘fDon’t be frightened. dean, It’g 30! 'Q‘ "You meanâ€"the promiseâ€"but, Fred 3y, I can’t release you. I love you. 3 will be your wife, no matter what has wave of relief almost suffocating her “He has made it impossible for me to go on withoutâ€"” â€" â€" A -A- - CHAPTER XV. to be, that’s all‘.‘ It might as wen be ended now as later on. The last straw was laid on tonight. Now, don’t ask questions. I’ll see you in the moriing. Good-night, sweetheart. I’veâ€"I’ve told you that I can’t stick to my promise. You’ll understand. I couldn’t rest un- til I’d told you and heard your dear voice. Forgive me for calling you up. Tell your mother I’m sorry. Good- There was little comfort fiat her in the hope held out by her mother as they sat far into the night and dis- cussed the possibilities of the day so near at hand. She could see nothing but disaster, and she could think of nothing but her own lamentable weak- ness in shrinkingfrom the encounter that might have made the present situ- ation impossible. She tried to make light of the situation, however, prOphe- sying a calmer attitude for Frederic after he had slept over his grievance. which, after all, she argued; was doubt- less exaggerated. She promised to go with Lydia to see James Brood in the morning, and to plead with him to be merciful to the boy she was to marry, no matter what transpired. The girl at first insisted on going over to see him that night, notwithstanding the hour, and was dissuaded only after the most earnest opposition. Mrs. Desmond, utterly exhausted, was the first to awake. She glanced at the little clock on her dressing-table and gave a great start of consterna- tion. It was long past .nine o’clock. While she was dressing, the little maid servant brought in her coffee and toast. and received instructions not to awak- en Miss Lydia but to let her have her sleep out. A few minutes later she left the apartment and walked briskly around the corner to Brood’s homo. Fearingt that she might- be too late she “21% ed so rapufly that she arr, quite out of breath when she entere'i the house. Mr. Ri" gs and Mr. Dam“: were putting on their coats in the hail preparatory to their short morning constitutional. They greeted her effu- sively, and ’1. 1th one accord proceede-J to di est tii;.;seives of th e coats, an- nouncing in e1 e voice their intention to remain {or a good, old-fashioned chat. “It’s clear of you." she said, hur- riedly. "but i must see Mr. Brood at once Why not come over to my apartment this afternoon for a cup or tea andâ€"" Mrs. Brood's voice interrupted her. “What do you want, Mrs. Desmond?” came from the landing above. The visitor looked up with a start, not so much of surprise as uneasiness. There was something sharp, unfriendly in the low. level tones. Yvonne fullv dressedâ€"a. most un- usual circumstance at that hour of tho dayâ€"was 18.111ng over the bani ste. rail night!” “Freddy, listen to me! You must wait until Iâ€"Oh!” He had hung 111: the receiver. She heard. team of the open v.';re. ‘m It was four o’clock before they went back to bed and long after five before either closed her eyes. “'1 came to see Mr. Brood on a very importantâ€"” “Have you been sent over here by? someone else ?” demanded Mrs. Brood.‘ “I have not seen Frederic,” fell from her lips before she thought. “I dare say you haven‘t.” said t1"). other with ominous clearness. “T73” has been here since seven this meritl ing, waiting for a chance to speak ‘3 his father in private.” She was descending the stairs slow- ly, almost 1217.113; as she uttered the remark "‘They are together now?” gasped Mrs. Desmond. "Will you tome into the library? Gooa morning, gentmmon. I trust you n”: ’- may enjoy your long WW“ The two women faced each other. For the first time since she had know Yvonne Brood Mrs. Desmond 0’3 erred a high touch of color in her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes were alive with an excitement she could not conceal Exti- ther spoke for a mom nt Mrs. Desmond followed her into the library Yvonne closed the door al- most in the face of Mr. Riggs, who had opened his mouth to accept the invitation to tea, but who said he'd “be dâ€"d” instead, so narrow was his escape-from having his nose banged. He emphasized the declaration by shaking his list at the door. “Vou are accountab e for th s EXT-:3 Brood,” sald Lydia Desmcnd 5 3:20:33: .- sternly, accusingIY- She eXpmterE M storm of indignant protest. Instead Yvonne smiled slighfly, “It will not hurt my husband to discover that Frederic is 9 man am not a milksop," she said. by: {10322 to her coolness there was a pacel,.;;..: note of antziety in her voice. “You know, then. that they areâ€"- that they will quarrel?" “I fancy it was in Frederic’s mind to do so when he came here t'..;:s morning. He was szill in h 3 ev 113:3 clothes, Mrs. Desm 11d.” “Where are they new?” "I think he has them on,” 2:15. Yvonne, lightly. Mrs. Desmond regarded her for a moment in perplexity. Then her eyes flashed dangerously. "I do not think you misunderstood me, Mrs. Broou‘. Where are Frederic and his father?" “I am not accustomed to that tone of voice, Mrs. Desmond.” “I am no longer your housekeeper,” said the other, succinctly. “You do not realize what this quarrel may mean. I insist on going up to then; before it has gone too far.” “Will you be so good. Mrs. Des- mond. as to leave this house instant- ly?” cried Yvonne, angrily. “No,” said the other quietly. “I sup- pose I am too late to prevent trouble between those two men, but I shall at least remain here to 'assure Frederic of ,sy_mpathy , to help-him if I can. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. “If what I fear should come to pass; 7 he will not stay in this house another .- hour. He will go forth from it, curs- ; ing James Brood with all the. hatred ; that his soul can possess. And now ‘ Mrs. Brood, Shall I tell you what 7 5 think of you?” Mrs. Brood looked at 7‘" >‘f0f"‘1" for a. long time without speang- 1119 rebellinus. szfllen exnreseicn died out of her “"98, I517? Sif’f§1(?"‘. (ize-‘t‘iy. animus" despafw lg!“ “I am sorry you think ill of me, yet I cannot blame you for considering me to be aâ€"aâ€"i‘ll not say it. Mrs. Des- mond, Iâ€"I wish I had never come to this house.” “Permit me to echo your W<>rdS-" “You will never be able to under- stand 22:; .‘tt'l, afim 9'13, :31" :1:“‘.:!‘ I care? You are nothing to me. You are merely a good woman who has no real object in life. Youâ€"-” “No real object in life?” “Preciselv Sit down. W'e will wait here together, if you please. lâ€"i am worried. I think I rather like to feel that you are here with me. You see, the crisis has: come.” “You know, of course, that he turned one wife rut of this house, Mrs. Brooc,” said. Mrs. Desmond, deliber- ately. Something like terror leaped into the other’s eyes. The WW her expe- rienced an incomprehensible feeling of pity for her-Mshe who had been despis- ing her so fiercely the instant before. “No, it isn’t at an rzecessary.- Be- sides, I’ve changed my mind. I’d like you to remain. I do not want to mys- tify you any further, Mrs. uubmond, but I now confess to. you t‘w I am losing my courage. Don’t ask me to tell you why, butâ€"” “I suppose it is “to, r~tom with those who play ' it}: fire. They shrink when it bun g, thcm.’ to ofier him the shelter of my home?" A spasm of alarm crossed Yvonne’s face. ‘.‘Do you really believe it will come to that?” she demanded, nerv. ously. “Heâ€"he will nOt turn me out,” mur- mured Yvonne, and suddenly began pacing the _ .pr. her 12:11.13 clinched. “Yesâ€"I think he did make a mis- take,” said Mrs. Desmond, calmly. “But he dons not think so. He is a man of iron. He is unbending.” “He is a wonderful manâ€"a great, splendid man,” cried Yvonne, fiercely. “It is Iâ€"Yvo‘nne Lestrangeâ€"Who pro- claim it to the world. I cannot hear to see him suffer. 1â€"” “Then why do youâ€"” Mrs. Lrocd flushed to the roots of her.hair. “i do not want to appear unfair to my husband, but I declare to you, Mrs. Desmond, that Frederic is fully justified in the attitude he has taken this morning. His father hu- miliated him last night in a manner that made forbearance impossible. That much I must say for Frederic. And permit me to add, from my soul, that he is vastly more sinned against than Sinnintt." Stopping abruptly in front of the other woman, she exclaimed. “He made a great mistake 1n driving that other woman out. He is not li {er to repeat it, Mrs. Desmond.’ “I’d Like Ybu to Remain." m not treat. him as you’ve treated your son. By God, you don’t deserve the honor of being called father. You don’t deserve to have a son. I wish to God I had never been obliged to call you father. I don’t know what you did to my mother, but if you treated her as-â€"’ Just then my husband found his voice. He sprang to his feet, and I’ve never 'seen such a look of rage I thought he was going to strike Fred- eric and I think I screamedâ€"just a little scream, or course. I was so ter- himself. He was very calm. ‘Comc with me,’ he said to Frederic. ‘This is not the place to was; 3:? f'."T-7' family linen. You say you want some thing to be m‘nud of We". vmi clml‘ have your man. Come Lu .‘w' Me. And they went away together, neitl: speaking a word to meâ€"they did r even glance in my direction. Th Went lit) the .C'a'n" F "M“ ”if: d: rifled. But he only saidâ€"and it was horrible the way he said itâ€"‘You foolâ€"â€" you bastard!’ And Frederic laugh9d In his face and cried out, unafraid, ‘I’m glad you call me a bastard! By God. I’d rather be one than tobe your son. It would at least give me something to be proud ofâ€"a real father.’ ” Yvonne seemed to have paused to catch her breath. Her breast heaved convulsively, the grip of her hands tightened on the arms of the chair. Suddenly she resumed her recital, but her voice was hoarse and tremulons. “I was terribly frightened. I thought of calling out to Jones, but Iâ€"I bod no voice! Ah, you have never seen tv 0 angry men waiting to spring at ea' ‘1 othei’ s throats, Mr s. Desmond. 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