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AGE SEVEN. [Sawing ly At- To 7268. rtly small :81er and 1nd Lath vn Hand Prices. )OORS ELL {TAKER ’6Ct0f\ -+«»»mm ic Robes, and black :- aged people. a Specialty ittinzs CLARK do 01 $1.79 r our stu- MILLS DOW (WI hth‘S ONTARIO Swallow s :CEâ€"-Next wrence’s Experiments with a mixture of ben- :01 and kerosene as fuel indicate that some little trouble is likely to arise from the partial’ separation of the two liquids after standing all night. The kerosene goes to the bottom and makesetarting the automobile a diflic cult matter. On the road vibration keeps the fuels well mixed. f ‘I ' H \m ' ' “ Trains leave Durham at 7.05 a..m. and 3.45 p.m. Trains armve at Durham at ll.20a..m 2.31) p.m., and 8.45 p.111. EVERY DAY EXCEPT SUNDAY Canadian Pacific Railway Time Table [rains will arrive and depart as fol- ! nvs. until archer notice:â€" 7‘.M A.M. A.M. P.M 9.34 12.17 “ Glen 0.38 12 21 “ McVVi‘ 0.50 12.33 “ Durha. MAJ-L 12.47 “ Allan] 10.14 12.57 “ Hanov 11).:22 1.05 “ Maple 1%.).35 1.20 " Walke R. MACFARLANE. ‘ Effective August 1813,1916 the prices of Ford Cars Will be as follows: Horticultural societies and other heel organizations can do no better work than encourage the cultivation of the home garden. It not only aflds to the beauty of the home, but the cumulative effect upon a municipality . the chasm between civic pride an civic neglect. G. T. Bell, C. E. Homing, GP. Agent, D.P. A'g Montreal. T01 J. TOWN ER, Depot Agent: \V. CALDER, Town Agent These - prices are guaran- teed against reduction be- fore August 1. 1917, but not against advance. Ford Car Prices WHO IS . RESPONSIBLE These prices are all F.O.B. Ford, Ontario. C. Smith 8: Sons Dealers, Durham for the health of the family? The mother, of course! She is natur- gny particular to give her children envy the purest of internal medi- ci'zes. but she may not always .‘TlOW that a remedy applied to the skin enters the child’s system, by piSOI‘DtiOD, just as surely as a medicine that is swallowed. This is :1 fact, and the mother should. :11erefore, use only the purest oint- ment obtainable. 9.24 12.07 L25 Lv. Toronto Un. AP. 11.35 8.10 Lv. Toronto N. 9.13 11.55 Ar. Saugeen J. “ 7.55 Scientific analysis has proved Zam-Buk to be absolutely pure. The great English Chemist, Mr. W. Lascelles Sco‘t, says: “I have made an exhaustive analysis of Zam-Buk and have no hesitation in certifying its purity and its in- »«timabie value for skin ailments 45" and injuries.” Althnug. the healing powers of Xxx-F. uk are beyond those of other oinzroezlts, it is at the same time so rzf‘xv‘ed that it agrees with the mrw :‘="9?t3"e skinâ€"even the skin of a baby. Mothers who have once used it say they cannot do without .. is best for eczema and all :1; diseases, ringworm, blood- pweon, scalp sores. ulcers, boils, pin‘xpiéS. piles. burns, scalds, cuts, etc. All druggists or Zam-Buk 00., Toronto 36w. box, 3 for $1.25. LLLLA‘L) LIA. Rugs, Oilcloths Window Shades Lace Curtains and all Household Furnishings TI NS‘M ITHIN G )Ir. )1. Kress has opened a. shop at the rear of the furniture show room and is prepared to do all kinds of tinsmithing. Undertaking receives special attention UN DERT AKIN G Touring Car $495 00 Roadster - - 475 00 Chassis - - 450.00 Couplet - - 695.00 Town - - - 780.00 Sedan - - - 890.00 Grand Trunk Railway TIME-TABLE PAGE SIX. FURNITURE EDWARD KRESS :nc‘ou rage Home Garden New Motor Fuel Priceville “ Glen “ Mc‘Villiams“ Durham “ Allan Park Hanover " Maple H311 " Walkertou AND George Barr McCutcheon Already James Brood had seen the red blotch that spread with incredinle swiftnessâ€"blood red against the snowy white of the broad shirt bosom. Glaring with wide-open eyes at the horrid spot, he stood there with the pistol still levelled in a petrified hand. or vague amazement in his face. Then his hand went uncertainly to his breast “Good God, father, you’veâ€"why. you’veâ€"” struggled from Frederic's writhing lips, and then his knees sagged; an instant later they gave way with a rush and he dropped heavily to the floor. The Shot That Failed. Transfixed, they watched him take two or three steps into the room. At his back was the swarthy Hindu, his eyes gleaming like coals of fire in the shadowy light. Then Frederic knew! The Hindu had slipped a revolver into his mas. ter’s hand! U “Sahib! Sahib!” he hissed. “What would you do ?” Wrenching the weapon from the stiff, unresisting fingers, he hurled it across the room. " “My God!” groaned Brood. His tall “James!” fell tremulously from the lips of Yvonne. She swayed toward him as Ranjab grasped his arm from behind. Frederick saw the flash oi something bright as it passed from the brown hand to the white one. He did not at once comprehend. There was not a sound in the room. Suddenly Brood made a movement quick and spasmodic. At the same In- stant Ranjab flung himself forward and grasped his master’s arm. He had turned the revolver upon himself! The 'muzzle was almost at his temple when the Hindu seized his hand in a grip of iron. _ 11â€"“ him as he Wis sinking limply to his knees. With a. tremendous effort 0! the will, Brood succeeded in conquer- “It ha: from the shall n01 Ranjab.” “It gives me great pleasure, Yvonne; to relieve you of that damned, rotten} worthless thing you call your life.” It was all over in the twinkling of an eye. There was a flash, the crash of an explosion, a puff of smoke and the smell of burnt powder. Frederic stood perfectly still for an instant, facing the soft cloud that rose from the pistol barrel. an exnression Luv “111, UAVUU quvvvâ€"vw â€"_ _ ing the black unconsciousness that was assailing him. He straightened up to his full height, and with trem- bling fingers pointed to the prostrate figure on the floor. “The pistol, Ran. jab! Where is it? Give it me! Man, man. can I live after that? I have killed my sonâ€"my own son! Quick. As he raised his arm, Frederic sprang forward with a shout of horror. Scarcely realizing what he did, he hurled Yvonne violently to one side. ~â€" ‘ “Sahib! Sahib!” happened once,” came hoarsely the throat of James Brood. “It not happen again. Thank you! CHAPTER XVIH. He Hissed‘. “No! No! Not that!” he cried. and as the words rang out, Yvonne re- moved her horrified gaze from the blot of red and fixed it upon the face of her husband. She straightened up slowly and her arms fell limply to her sides. The Hindu struck his own breast significantly. "Thy Iaitht‘ul ser 'ant re- mains, sahi . Die, if thou wilt. but leave her to Renjeb. There is but one bullet left. It is tor you. You must not be he: , to witness the death Ran- ja‘o, thy serx ant, shall inflict upon her. Shoot thyself now, if so be it, but spare "hys's?f the sight ofâ€"” He did not finish the sentence, but his strong, bony fingers went through the motion that toig a more horrible story than words could have expressed. There was “'3 ”.1131le his meani n.g He he: ele w? tin self her executioner. A 1:3. @113 look of comprehension flitt L} {“92 Brood 8 face. For a sec- nd 11:1: slipped from one dread to anti er .Jore appalling. He knew this man M “is. He remembered the story of another killing in the hills of India. his gaze went from the brown fanatic’s face to the white, tender, lovely throat of the womanâ€"and a hoarse gasp broke from his lips. The Hindu’s grasp tightened at the convulsive movement of his master's hand. His fingers were like steel bands. “Shoot!” she repeated, raising her voice. “Save yourself, for if he is dead I shall kill you with my own hands. This is your chanceâ€"shoot!" Brood’s fingers relaxed their grip on the revolver. A fierce, Wild hope took all the strength out of his bodyâ€" he grew faint with it. “God, heâ€"he can’t be dead! I have not killed him. He shall not dieâ€"he shall notâ€"” F‘linging the Hindu aside he threw himself down beside the body :11 the 50’31". The revolver as it dropped, was caught in the nimble hand of the Hindu, ho took two ion ; swift stride-s toward the woman who now faced him :1} stead of 1: or hush :1)... i. There was a great light in his eyes :13 he stood over her and she 53; ., den ‘1 staring on: noon her. But she did not quail. She was past 3.11 that. She iooked straight into his eyes for an instant and then, as if putting him out of h or the 1:3. sentim- ly, turned slowly toward the two men on the floor. The man half raised the pistol, but something stayed his hand â€"something stronger than any mere physical onnosition could have done He glared at tne half-averted face. confounded by the most extraordinary impression that ever had entered his incomprehensible brain. Something strange and wonderful was transpir- ing before his very eyesâ€"something so marvellous that even he, mysteri- ous seer of the Ganges, was stunned into complete amazement and unbelief. That strange, uncanny intelligence of his, born of a thousand mysteries, was being tried beyond all previous exac- “It was meant for me. Shoot, James!” she said, almost in a whis- per. “Only one is required,” said the mag- ter hazily. “You have killed your son. This bul- let is for yourself.” “Yes! Yes! Butâ€"but she! She \ives! Sheâ€"” tions. It was as if he now saw this woman for the first timeâ€"as if he had never looked upon her face before, A mist appeared to envelop her and through this veil he saw a face that was new to himâ€"the face of Yvonne and yet not hers at all. Absolute won- “Down, Ranjab!” he commanded in‘ a low, cautious tone, as he would have used in speaking to a. dog when the game was run to earth. Ranjab crawled to his side, his eyes covered with one arm, the other ex tended. Blindly the master felt for the pistol, not once removing his eyes from the pallid figure against the table; His fingers closed upon the weapon. Then the Hindu looked up, warned by the strange voice that spoke to him from the mind of his master. He saw the arm slowly extend itself with a sinister hand directed straight at the unconscious figure of the woman. This time Brood was making sure of his aim-so sure that the lithe Hindu had time to spring to his feet and grasp once more the hand that held the weapon. “Master! Master!” he cried out. Brood turned to look at his man in sheer bewilderment. What cou1d all this mean? What was the matter With the man? “There is but one bullet left, sahib," cried the m? n Slowly Brood’s mind worked but 01 the maze. His shot had gone straight, but Frederic himself had leaped Into its path to save this miserable crea- his mum. -. pdDDOt! I cannot!” “I command you! The pistol!” Without a word the Hindu, fatalist, slave, pagan that he was, turned to do his master’s bidding. It was not for him to say nay, it was not for him to oppose the will of the master, but to obey. An expression of incredulity leaped into his face, as if he could not believe his senses. She was alive and unhurt! His bullet had not touched her. His brain fumbled for the explanation of this miracle. “Blood!” she wailed again, a. long, shuddering word that came not from her lips but from the very depths of her terror-stricken soul. All this time, Yvonne was crouching against the table, her horrified gaze upon the great red blotch that grew to terrible nrcnortions as she watched. The had not moved, she had not breathe], she had not taken her hands from .cr ears where she had placed them at the sound of the eXplosion. “Blood! It is blood!” she moaned, and for the first time since the shot was fired her husband glanced at the one for whom the bullet was intended. TEE DURHAM CHRONICLE. “Am I going mad?” he whispered hoarsely. As he stared, the delicate wan face of Matilde began to fade and he again saw the brilliant, undimmed features of Yvonne. “God in heaven. it was Matilde! What accursed trick 0f_” He sprang to his feet and advanced upon her, actually stepping across the body of his son in his reckless haste. For many seconds they stood with their faces close together, he staring Wildly, she with a dull look of agony in her eyes, but unflinching. What he saw caused an icy chill to sweep through his tense body, and a sickness to enter his soul. He shrank back. “Whoâ€"who are you?” he cried out in sudden terror. He felt the presence of Matilde. He could have stretched out his hand and touched her, so real, so vivid was the belief that she was actually there before him. “Matilde was hereâ€"I saw her, before God, I saw her. Andâ€"and now it is you! She is still here. I can feel her hand touch- ing mineâ€"I can feelâ€"no, again. 1- The cold, lifeless voice of Yvonne was speaking to him, huskier than ever before. Many minutes passed. There was not a movement in the room. Brood, beside the outstretched figure of his unintended victim, was staring at the graying face with wide, unblinking eyes. He looked at last upon the fea- tures that he had searched for in vain through all the sullen years. There was blood on his hands and on his cheek, for he had listened at first for the beat of the heart. Afterward his agonized gaze had gone to the blood- less face. There it was arrested. A dumb wonder possessed his soul. He knelt there petrified by the shock of discovery. In the dim light he no longer saw the features of Matilde, but his own, and his heart was still. In that revealing moment he realized that he had never seen anything in Fred- eric’s countenance save the dark, never-to-be-forgotten eyesâ€"and they were his Matilde’s. Now those eyes were closed. He could not see them, and the blindness was struck from his own. He had always looked into the boy’s eyesâ€"he had never been able to leek farther than those haunting. 1n- Cl'linng eyesâ€"out nuw ne saw me lean, strong jaw, and the firm chin, the straight nose an} the broad fore- h<‘ :dâ€"and none of these were Ma- She went on in a. deadly monotone. “You intended the bullet for me. It in not too late. Kill me, it you will. I give you the first chanceâ€"take it. for “Matilde has been here. She has always been with him. She is alwaYs near you, James Brood." She turned wearlly away and pointed to the weapon on the table. “Who is to use it, you or I?” He opened his mouth but 11th no sound. His power of speech was gone. With incredible swiftness he was gone. The curtains barely moved as he passed between them and the heavy door made no sound in opening and closing. There was no one in the hall. The sound of the shot had not ;.,'.::"._ beyond the thick walls of that pro- scribed room on the top floor. Some- where at the rear of the house an in- distinct voice was uttering a jumbled stream of French. 9 ti’ ‘93! These were the features of a munâ€"and of but one man. He was see- mg himself °s he war. "-‘vm. M Molt/‘6 into his mir: or at m 9:11. W‘ . -.IKA‘- O He saw her and suddenly became rigid. Slowly he sank back, his eyes distended, his jaw dropping. He Plit out a hand and saved himself from falling, but his eyes never left the face of the woman who prayedâ€"whose whole being was the material repre- sentation of prayer. But it was not Yvonne, his wife, that he saw standing there. It was anotherâ€"Matilde! “My God, Matildeâ€"Matilde! For- give! Forgive!” Slowly her eyes were lowered until they fell full upon his stricken face. "What â€" â€" gasped. are you â€" saying?” he As if impelled by the power of his gaze, she faced him once more. For what seemed hours to him, but in reality only seconds, his searching eyes looked deep into hers. He saw at last the soul of this woman and it was not the soul he had known as hers up to that tremendous moment. And he came to know that she was no longer afraid of him or his powers. His hand was lowered, his eyes fell and his lips moved but there were no words, for he addressed a spirit. All the venom, all the hatred fled from his soul. His knee bent in sudden submis- sion, and his eyes were raised to hers once more. but now in their somber depths was the fidelity of the dog! “G0 at once,” she said, and her voice was as clear as a bell. He shot a swift glance at the pros- trate Frederic and straightened his tall figure as‘would a soldier under orders. His understanding a: sought hers again. There was another command in her eyes. He placed the weapon ont Le table. It had been a dis- tinct command to him. “One of us will use it,” she said All these years he had been blind. 111 these years he had gone on curs- ing his own image. In that overpower- ing thought came the realization that It was too late for him to atone. His mind slowly struggled out of thrall that held it stupefied. He was looking it his own faceâ€"dead! He would look like that! Matilde was gone foreverâ€" the eyes were closedâ€"but he was :here, going grayer and grayer of face 111 the time. monotonously. “Go! He had forgotten the woman. She was standing just beyond the body :hat stretched itself between them. Her hands were clasped against her areast and her eyes were lifted heaven- Ward. She had not moved throughout Lhat age of oblivion. der crept into his eyes. "9 “I shall save your soul, James Brood,” a voice was saying, but it seemed far away. “He shall not die. Your poor wretched soul may rest se- cure. I shall keep death away from him. You shall not have to pay for thisâ€"no, not for this. The bullet was meant for me. I owe my life to him. you shall owe his to me. But vou have yet to pay a greater debt than this can ever become. He is your son. You owe another for his lifeâ€"and you will never be out of her debt. not even in hell, James Brood.” Slowly Frederic’s eyes opened again. They wavered from one face to the other and there was in them the unsolvable mystery of divination. As; the lids dropped once more, Brood'S. manner underwent a tremendous: change. The stupefaction of horror and doubt fell away in a flash and he. was again the clear-headed, indomit-T able man of action. The blood rushed back into his veins, his eyes flashed; with the returning fire of hope, his? voice was steady, sharp, commanding- “The doctor!” he cried in Yvonne’s' ear, as his strong fingers went out to: tear open the red shirt bosom. “Be Continued on page'T. me! Alive andâ€"ah!” The exclama- tion fell from his lips as she suddenly leaned forward, her inte- use {:3 ze fixed on Frederic’s face. “See! Ah, see! I prayed and I have been answered. See! God in heaven, He turned. Frederic’s eyes were open. He was looking up at them, with a piteous appeal in their depthsâ€"an appeal for help, for life, for conscious- ness. “He is not dead! Frederic, Frederic, my sonâ€"” He dropped to his knees and frantically clutched at the hand that lay stretched out beside the limp figure. The pain-stricken eyes closed slowly. "Iâ€"I cannot kill youâ€"I cannot kill the woman who stood where you are standing a moment ago. Matilde was there! She was alive, do you hear Someone knelt beside Brood. He saw a slim white hand go out and touch the pallid brow. it you do not I shall take mine.” W990 ”000000 609999 6660“.“ONOW“M 090:000000900999009000000 OOQOOOOOOOQOOOOzzOQOOOOO .HOOzzzOzOOzOOO 0099:. O+§§§§§§O§§§§O§§§§§ ',! “Matilde Had Been There." Opposite the Old Stand Cheaper Than the Cheapest Call and get our Moving sale prices. There’s money in it for you. Eggs and Butter taken as Cash. If possible I wish to dispose of my entire stockfibefore the end of the present year, and if prices at cost and below cost will move the buying public then our stock W111 be sure to move. We 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. ALL MUST BE SOLD S. SCOTT 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. :w u MN Big4 OWN...“ also Raincoats Will be pleased to have you Call and Inspect W B have received some nice Tweed and Sealette Unshrinkable Underwear for Men for Women STANFIELD’S October 12, 1916. for Ladies CGATS Durham, Ontario