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0m Sawing rmptly At- :nded To N CANADA 'AGE SEVEN Director BELL ERTAKER -¢.o§¢ooo+¢oo¢9§+o ing a Specialty ARD CLARK y small exy and 8"} are ONTARIO 1nd .LS M 'wfle’s 1M gram w Mnmmwzi‘fi 8:30 Q; vrnzvnr‘ ‘gFURNanRE ; AND 3 UN DERT AKING Trains leme Durham at 7.05 a.m., and 3.45 p.11). Trains art-Ive at Durham at 11.20am). 2.30 p.1n.. and 8.45 p.111. EVERY DAY EXCEPT SUNDAY G. T. Bell, C. E. Homing. 3G.P. Agent, D.P. Agent. Montreal. T. mm to. J. TO\VNER, Depot. Agent W. CALDER. Town Aer-mt, “ammo m9... m Canadian Pacific Railway Time Tabie FARE AND ONE-THIRDâ€"Gocd going October 7-8-9; return limit October 10, 1916. Between all stations in Canada east of Port Arthur and to Detriot and Port Huron, Mich., Buffalo, Black Rock. Niagara Falls and SuSpension Bridge, N.Y. Effective August Lst.1816 the prices of Ford (Jars Will be as follows: SINGLE FAREâ€"Good going and returning Monday, October 9. Trains Wiil am'iVe and depart as 1 1 )WS, until urthax' notice»- 9.;4 12.07 “ Priceville “ 7.40 4.20 9.34 12.17 “ Glen “ 7.30 4.10 9.38 12 21 “ McW’illieuns“ 7.26 4.06 9.50 12.33 " Durham “ 7.15 3.55 10.04 12.47 “ Allan Park 7.01 3.41 10.14 1') 57 “ Hanover " 6.52 %.32 um.) 1:05 “ MapleHiH ~- 6.43 3.23 10.35 1.20 " \Valkerton 630 3.1 R. MACFARLANE. Town Agen t Tickets on sale at Grand Trunk *icket offices. G. B. Dingman, Durham Town Agt. Telephone No. 3. Ford Car Prices These prices are «ruaran- teed against reduction be- foreAuDgustl.1917,butnot against advance. P.M These prices are all F.O.B. Ford, Ontario. C. Smith 8: HAVE YOU 5.35 Lv. Toronto Un. AP. 11.3 8.10 Lv. Toronto N. 0.13 11.55 .u'. Saugeen J. " 7.55 tr‘ed 71am.Buk for those disfigur- 1r; pimples and blackheads? Others have used it with great success, and we are confident you will not be disappointed. Mr. J. B. Wagner 0! New Canada, N.S., writes: “For a considerable time I suffered with pimples and blackheads on my face. They were very unsightly and I suffered a. grfld deal. Someone recommended Yarn-Ruiz and I commenced using it. To my delight the pimples and blackheads gradually began to dis- appear, until now my face ls en~ tirely cleared of them. I am, in- deed, grateful for what Zam-Buk has done for me, and should like all others who are trouibled as I was. to know of this wonderful ointment.” THANKsmvm DAY Zam-Buk is just as good for ac- zema. salt rheum, ulcers, abscesses, old wounds, blood~polsoning, boils, piles, burns, cuts, scalds, etc. 60c. box. 3 for $1.25, all druggists or 22218111: (70., Toronto. Send 1c stamp for postage on free trial box. Mr. M. Kress has opezwd a shop at; the rear of the “urnitm'e snow room and is‘ prepu'ed m .10 all kinds of Linsmithiuq. Touring Car $495.00 Roadster - - 475.00 Chassis - - 450 00 iiouple’o - - 695.00 Town - - - 780 00 Sedan - - - 890.00 Grand Trunk Baflw TIME-TABLE PAGE SIX. Undertaking: receives special attentirm Rugs Mile! nths \Vindo“ Shades Lace i IIII'CMHS and all Household Furnishings TINSMITHING EDWARD KRESS Au“. Dealers, Durham Priceville ‘ Glen ‘ McW’ilIieuns Durham ‘ Allan Park “ 7.4!) “ 7. 3‘) Q“ 7 .20 “ 7.1) 7.01 " 6. )2 ‘ 6. 43 b 3() 1.20 1.10 wwwww+ :gfilfi-5â€"Oq vwlth-Ul .11' 0 P . ‘1 George Barr McCutcheon Foul Weathera To Brood’s surprise, she came half- way down the steps again, and, lean- ing over the railing, spoke to him with a voice full of irony. “Will you be good enough to call of! your spy, James?” He smothered an execration and then called out harshly to Jones. “Ask Ranjab to attend me here, Jones. He is to go out with me,” he said to the butler a moment later. Yvonne was still leaning over the banister, a scornful smile on her lips. “What do you mean?" He bad start- ed to put on his light overcoat “I think you know,” she said, briefly. “Do you consider me so mean, sc infamous asâ€"”’ he began hotly. “Nevertheless, I feel happier when I know he is out of the house. Call ofi your dog, James.” “I shall wait until you are gone. 1 intend to see Frederic alone,” he said “with marked emphasis on the final word. “As you like,” said he, coldly. She crossed the upper hall and dis appeared from View down the corridor leading to her own room. Her lips were set with decision; a Wild, reck- less light filled her eyes, and the smile of scorn had given way to one of ex- altation. Her breath came fast and tremulously through quivering nos- trils as she closed her door and hur- ried across to the little vine-covered balcony. onceâ€"before he returns.” The words broke from her lips with sharp, stac- catolike emphasis. He came to a sitting posture slowly, all the while staring at her with a. dull wonder in his heavy eyes. “Pull yourself together,” she cried, hurriedly. “We cannot talk here. I am afraid in this room. It has ears, I know. That awful Hindu is always here, even though he may seem to be elsewhere. We will go down to my boudoir.” “Get up Frederic. Be a man! I know what has happened. Get up! I want to talk it over with you. We must plan. .We must decide nowâ€"at “The time has comeâ€"the time has come, thank God,” she was saying to herself, over and over again. “He has gone out. We are quite alone,” she said, stopping to lean against the table, suddenly faint with excitement. He laughed, a bitter, mirthless, snarling laugh. He slowly shook his head and then allowed his chin to sink dejectedly into his hands. With his elbows on his knees he watched her movements in a state of increasing interest and bewil: She turned her attention to the win. dow across the court and two floors above herâ€"the heavily curtained win- dow in Brood’s “retreat.” There was. no sign of life there, so she hurried to the front of the house to wait for the departure of James Brood and his man The two were going down the front steps. At the bottom Brood Spoke to Ranjab and the latter, as imperturb‘ able as a rock, bowed low and moved off in an opposite direction to that taken by his master. She watched “Is it you?” he whispered, hoarsely, and dropped back with a. great sigh on his lips. Her heart leaped. The blood rushed back to her face. Quickly closing the door, she advanced into the room, her tread as swift and as soft as a cat’s. Uvâ€"vv 'â€" derment She turned abruptly to the Buddha, whose placid, smirking count. tenance seemed to be alive to the situ- ation in all of its aspects. Standing: close, her hands behind her back, her Frederic was lying on the couch near the jade-room door. She was able to distinguish his long, dark fig- ure after peering intently about the shadowy interior in what seemed at first to be a vain search for him. She shrank back, her eyes fixed in horror upon the prostrate shadow. Suddenly he stirred and then half raised himself on one elbow to stare at the figure in the doorway. Ulvuv, .- w __ figure very eliect and theatric, she pro-W needed to address the image in a voice 5 full of mockery. 1 .xntil both wm'm‘» ' . R Then she rapidly mounted tho stairs to the top floor. “W e11, my Chatterbox friend, I have pierced his armor, haven’t 1? He will creep up here and ask you, his won- derful god, to tell him what to do about it, aiâ€"e? His wits are tangled. He «1.911th his senses, And when he. s :‘liuiiBDfl-Eilmfl CHI 1 CHAPTER XVII. Frederic straightened up suddenly. and with a loud cry of exuitatinn raised his clenched hands above his head. “Oh, I’m not afraid!” he cried, sav- agely. “Can you imagine anything more diabolical than the scheme he has had in‘mind all these years? To pay out my motherâ€"whom he lox ed and still 101 sâ€"y es, by heaven, he still loves her!â€"â€" â€"â€"11e wmks to this beastly end. He made her suffer the ag‘onies of the damned up to the day of her death by refusing her the right to have the child that he swears is no child of his. Oh, you don’ t know the storyâ€"you don’t know the kind of man you have for a husbandâ€"you don’tâ€"” He put his hands to his eyes to shut out the alluring vision. “For God’s sake, Yvonneâ€"leave me Let me go my way. Let meâ€"” “He cursed your mother! He curses you! He damns youâ€"as he damned her. You on 1 pay him up for every- thing. You owe nothing to him. He has killed- everyâ€"” “By heaven, I will break him! i will make him pay! Do you know what he has done to me? Listen to this: he boasts of having reared me to manhood, as one might bring up a prize beast. that he might make me pay for the wrong that my poor mother did a quarter of a century ago. All these years he has had in mind this thing that he has done to- day. All my life has been spent in preparation for the sacrifice that came an hour ago. I have suffered all these years in ignorance ofâ€"” “Not so loud!” she whispered. alarmed by the vehemence of his re- awakened fury. “Yes, yes, I do know,” she cried, vio- lently, beating her breast with clinched hands. “I do know! I know that he still loves the poor girl who went out of this house with his curses ringing in her ears a score of years ago, and who“ died still hearing them. And I had almost come to the point of pity- ing himâ€"I was failingâ€"l was weaken- ing. He is a wonderful man. 1â€"1 was losing myself. But that is all over. Three months ago I could have left him without a pangâ€"yesterday I was afraid that it would never be pos- sible. Today hemakes it easy for me. “Well,” 5119 said, deliberately, «1 ready to go away with you.” “Impossible!” he cried. finding his tongue and drawing still farmer away from her. “Are you not in love with me?” she whispered softly. She came quite close to him. He could feel the warmth that traveled from her body across the short space that separated them. The intoxicat- ing perfume filled his nostrils; he drew a deep breath, his eyes closing slowly as his senses prepared to suc- cumb to the delicious spell that came over him. When he opened them an instant later, she was still facing him. as straight and fearless as a soldier. and the light of victory was in her dark, compelling eyes. comes to you, my friend, and whines his secret doubts into your excellent and trustworthy ear, do me the kind- ness to keep the secret I shall now whisper to you, for I trust you, too, you amiable fraud.” Standing on tip- toe, she put her lips to the idol’s ear and whispered. Frederic, across the room, roused from his lethargy by the strange words and still stranger ac- tion, rose to his feet and took several steps toward her. “There! Now you know everything. You know more than James Brood knows, for you know what his charming wife is about to do next.” She drew back and regarded the image through half- closed, smoldering eyes. “But he will know before longâ€"before long.” “Come with me,” she said, ignoring his question. “Heâ€"he thinks I am in love with you,” said he, shaking his head. “And are you not in love with me?" He was startled. “Good Lord, Yvonne!” He fell back stunned beyond the power of speech. His brain was filled with a thousand clattering noises. “What are you doing, Yvonne?” de- manded Frederic, unsteadily. She whirled about and came toward him, her hands still clasped behind her back. “He has turned you out,” she went on rapidly. “He disowns you. Very well; the time has come for me to exact payment from him for that and for all that has gone before. I shall go away with you. 1â€"” I‘ l\ \ ‘ She Watched Until Both Were Out of Sight. TEE DURHAM CHRGNICLB. “Wait! Give me time to think,” she nleaded. He shook his head resn IUIelY. “Do not judge me too harshly. Hear what I have to say before you condemn me. I am not the vile crea- ture you think, Frederic. Wait! Let me think!” “But you do love him,” cried Fred- eric, in stark wonder. “You don't care the snap of your finger for me. What is all this you are saying, Yvonne? You must be mad. Think! Think What you are saying.” He stared at her for a moment in deep perplexity, and then slowly drew near. “I do not believe you mean to do wrongâ€"l do not believe it of YOU- You have been carried away by some horribleâ€"” “Listen to me,” she broke in, fierce- ly. “I would have sacrificed youâ€"â€"â€"ay. sacrificed you, poor boyâ€"for the joy it would give me to see James Brood grovel in misery for the rest of his life. Oh!” She uttered a groan of despair and self-loathing so deep and full of pain that his heart was chilled. He has hurt you Beyond all reason, not because he hates you but because he loved your mother.” “I have thoughtâ€"I am always think- ing. I know my own mind well enough. It is settled: I am going away and I am going with you.” “I cannot listen to you. Yvonne." cried Frederic, aghast. His heart was pounding so fiercely that the blood surged to his head in great waves, al- most stunning him with its velocity. “W'e go tomorrow,” she cried out, in an ecstasy of triumph. She was convinced that he would go! “La Provence!” “Do not come near me,” she cried out, covering her faoe with her hands. For a full minute she stood before him, straight and rigid as a statue, a tragic figure he was never to forget. Sud- denly she lowered her hands. To his surprise, a smile was on her lips. “You would never have gone away with me. I know it now. All these months I have been counting on you for this very hourâ€"this culminating hourâ€"and now I realize how little hope I have really had, even from the beginning. You are honorable. There have been times when my influence over you was such that you resisted only because You were loyal to yourselfâ€"not to Lydia, not to my husbandâ€"but to yourself. I came to this house with but one purpose in mind. I came here to take you away from the man who has always stood as your father. I would not have become your mistress â€"pah! how loathsome it sounds! But I would have enticed you away, he lieving myself to be justified. I would have struck James Brood that blow. He would have gone to his grave be- lieving himself to have been paid in full by the son of the woman he had degraded, by the boy he had reared for the‘_slaughter, by the bloodâ€"” “Good God in heaven!” he gasped, dropping suddenly into a chair and burying his face in his shaking hands. “What will this mean to Lydiaâ€"what will she (loâ€"what will become of her?” A quiver of pair. crossed the worn- an’s face, her ey -_-.“1ds fell as if to shut out something that shamed her in spite of all her vainglorious protesta- tions. Then the spirit of exaltation re- sumed its sway. “Good Lord, Yvonne!” he gasped, dumfounded. “You cannot marry Lydia now,” she said, affeCting a sharpness of tone that caused him to shrink involuntarily. “i: is your duty to write her a letter to- night, explaining all that has hap- pened today. She would sacrifice her- self for you today, but there isâ€"â€"to- morrow! A thousand tomorrows. Fred- eric. Don’t forget them, my dear. They would be ugly after all, and she is too good, too fine to be dragged intoâ€"” “You are right!” he exclaimed, leap- ing to his feet. “It would be the vilest act that a man could perpetrate. Whyâ€"Why it would be proof of what he says of meâ€"it would stamp me forever the bastard lieâ€"No, no, I could never lift my head again if I were to do this utterly vile thing to Lydia. He said to me hereâ€"not an hour agoâ€" that he expected me to go ahead and blight that loyal girl’s life, that 1 would consider it a noble means of self-justification! What do you think of that? Heâ€" But wait! What is this that we are proposing to do“: Give me time to think! Whyâ€"why, I can’t take you away from him, Yvonne! God in heaven, what am ] thinking of? Have I no sense 01 honor? Am I--” ing?” He drew back from her with a look of disgust in his eyes. “No! lm not that vile! 1â€"" “Frederic, you must let meâ€"” “I don’t want to hear anything more. Yvonne. What manner of mm. an are you‘.’ lie is your husband. “.5 loves you, he trusts youâ€"oh, yes, he does! And you would leave him like this? You wouldâ€"” “And let me tell you something more- Although I can never marrv Lydia, by heaven, I shall love her to the end of my life. I will not betray that love. To the end of time she shall know that my love for her is real and true andâ€"” “But that is no reason why I should stoop to a, foul trick like this. Doâ€" do you know what you are suggest. “Hush! Not so loud!" she cried, in great agitation. “You are not his son,” she said, significantly. “In Godjé name, Yvonne, what is this you are saying? What have you against myâ€"against him?” “What! I shall come to that. I did not stop to consider all that 1 should have to overcome. Fix-st, there was your soul, your honor, your in tegrity to consider. I could see '-noth ing else .but triumph orer James Brood. To gain my end it 'was neces sary that I should. he" maxim. I be “And I was tempted!” he cried bit; terly. “For the moment I wasâ€"” “And now what is to become 01 me?” she wailed. His heart went cold. “Youâ€"you will leave him? You will go back ta‘ Paris? Good Lord, Yvonne. it will be a blow to him. He has had one fear- ful slash in the back. This will break him.” ized that the appeal was to his spirit and not to his fleshâ€"as it had been at along, he was beginning to suspect. “Don’t pity me," she choked out “This will pass, as everything else has passed. I am proud of you now. Frederic. You are splendid. Not many men could have resisted in this hour of despair. You have been cast off. despised, degraded, humiliated. You were offered the means to retaliate Youâ€"” “At least, I may have that consola: tion,” she cried. straightening up in an effort to revive her waning pur. man. “Yes. I shall 20. 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The stock consists of Dry Goods including, fiannellets, blankets, woollen goods, men’s underwear, ladies under- w«ar. men’s pants and overalls, ginghzuns. muslins and ladies’ and gent’s sweaters. “Day No. 4 ' Night No. 26 ALL MUST BE SOLD Oatmeal Millers. S. SCOTT .e prices. There's money in it Eggs and Butter taken as Cash. Many a man on the road to for- tune .doesn’t know at what station to get off. When compared with the pa- tience of a mother, all other brands of patience are counterfeit. Will be pleased to have you Call and Inspect U nshrinkable Underwear for Men for Women STAN FIELD’S October 5, 1916. Durham, Ontario