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BELL RTAKER nto UT ht Prices. mm st-class in all depart- Ld more than 240 posi- in two months this any time. Catalogue I183 0f I? and ng a Specialty M, C/fl/ fX/fl PAGE SEVEN. n Shoe Store 9¢¢¢§§¢§§§§§§§§O ENBE” irectorw nth la BEST. IT PAYS mostly small ,IOTT .LIOTT. Principal! on Hand Hosiery and arles Sts.. Toronto ved :wear now. ot now be old prices, Next to Swallow'a 1%.st DENCEâ€"Next MILLS awmg' hem are At- To r the Canadian -\rthur and Lake City, Duluth for 'uit men in .nd black ple. W‘ ren sharks DCG'S ’â€" DO YOU EMAGIN E Trains leave Durham at 7.05 a. and 3.45 p.111. Trainsvarmve at Durham at; 11.20a.m. 2.30 gum, and 8.45 p.111. EVERY DAY EXCEPT SUNDAY that your skin trouble is incurable because ordinary treatments have failed? If so get Zam-Buk and prove, as thousands of others have, that Zam-Buk is capable of heal- mg after: everything else has failed! Mrs. Horgan, of 183 Manning Ave, Toronto, writes: “ For eight months my little son’s face was simply covered vith eczema. The pain and irritation were so intense that he could not sleep. He re- ceived treatment at a hospital, but it did him no good. Then I heard of Zam-Buk and commenced using it. It really worked wonders. The pain and irritation soon disappear- ed. and I could notice a decided improvement. I persevered with the treatment until now his face is quite free from sores and his skin i; perfectly clear. I cannot be grateful enough for what Zam- Buk has done, and I shall never be without it.” G. T. Bell, C. E. Homing, G.P. Agent, D. P. Ag: Montreal. Tm J. TOVVNER. Depot. Agent “7. CALDER, Town Agent. Zam-Buk is equally good for ring- worm. salt rheum, blood~poisoning, ulcers, old sores, piles, burns, scalds. cuts and all skin. injuries. 50c. box, 3 for $1.25, all druggists or Zam-Buk 00., Toronto. Caaadian Pacific Railway Time Table Trains will arrive and depart as fol- lows, unml urther n()t,ice:-- 9.24 12.07 “ Pricev 9.34 12.17 “ Glen 9.38 12 21 “ Mc‘Vi‘ 9.50 12.33 ” Durha. 10.04 12.47 “ Allan l 10.14 12.57 “ Hanov 05 “ Maple Effective august 13111916 the price: of Ford Cars will be as follows: Ford Car Prices These prices are guaran- teed against reduction be- fore August 1. 1917, but not acr amst advance. T( vuring Car $495 00 Roadster - - 47;”) 00 Chassis - - 450 00 Coupler: - - 695.00 Town - - - 780 00 Sedan - - - 890.00 These prices are all F.O.B. Ford, Ontario. HI Ant 4v- 3:25 'LV. Toronto Un. AP. 11.35 8.10 Lv. Toronto N. 9.13 11.55 .\1°.Saugeen J. ” ‘7. 5 the rate of eight and three-quill"-l ter miles an hour, ran over a hen and killed it. An action for dam- ages loomed up in our mind’s eye, and we urged top speed from the scene of the accident. Now it has been decided that animals roam on the highways at their own risk. At Hamilton, before Judge Monck. an action for compensation for loss of a cow killed by an automobile was dismissed. “It is common knowledge that cattle while grazing along the public highway are likely to step in front of passing vehicles, and careful driv- ers are always on the watch for such action,” said Judge Monck. “The evidence does not prove any person to have been in charge of the animal, and I therefore dis- .- use , g_-A.j n” A PAGE SIX. Rugs, Oilcloths Window Shades Lace Curtains and all Household Furnishings TINSMITHING Mr. \I. Kress has opened a. shop at the rear of the iux nituxe show room and IS p1 epzu ed to do all kinds of tinsmithing. Undertaking receives special attention terprise. UN DERT AKING Grand Trunk Railway TIME-TABLE EDWARD KRESS a MOTORING TRAGEDY. Dealers, Durham ‘6 Priceville Glen Mc‘Villiams“ Durham “ Allan Park Hanover Maple Hill " \Valkerton ‘6 AND C. E. Homing, D.P. Agent, Toronto. Y--'â€" ,~ F’LColling wood En- . 7.01 3.41 " 6.52 3.32 “ 6.43 3.33 l 6 30 3.10 Town Agent 7.30 1.36 8.10 P.M 4 20 4.10 4. ()6 x.’ George Barr McCutcheon The Voice of the Wind. Hours afterward Brood sat alone in the room where the tragedy occurred. Much had transpired in the interim to make those hours seem like separate and distinct years to him, each hour an epoch in which a vital and memor- able incident had been added to his already overfull measure of experi- ence. Underneath all was an ever- present sense of insecurity, as if the whole order of life had been suddenly deprived of foundation or support No matter where he looked, there was not the slighest ray of light in the dark- ness that enveloped his understand- ing. Something tremendous had hap- pened. aside from the visible, phys- ical incident that had stunned him temporarily at the outset of the tragic era, something that was beyond com- prehension and intangible and which continually loomed up before him as a specter that had neither shape nor substance and yet was as completely positive as anything else that had transpired. He could account for the shooting, the emotions preceding that unhappy occurrence, the intervention of fate that saved Yvonne from death and laid low the substitute, the sense of horror that ensued, the sudden rev- elation that came to him as he looked Linto Frederic’s face with its closed ' eyes, and the agony of suspense that now consumed him, but a cloud still hung over him that his intelligence could not penetrate nor his physical being dispel, no matter how hard he struggled to clear a way to the open. He had seen a vision. Its efiect on him had been overpowering. The for- titude of a. lifetime had been shattered in a single instant of contact with the influence that had at last made itself felt in physical manifestation after all these years of spiritual attendance. He had never been completely free from the vague notion that Matilde was near him in spirit, that there was an actual identity to the presence that filled his dreams and denied him the boon of forgetfulness for a single in- stant of the hours when he was awake. He had never tried to banish her from his memory. He wanted to forget her, to put her out of his thoughts alto- gether, for obvious reasons, but the fact that she remained the dominant figure in his present despite the past was proof, even to him, that she was and always would be the controlling force in his mind if not in his heart. Now he was ordering himself to face new complexities. He was confronted by the most improbable of hallucina- tions. It was not an intangible shadow that he now had to contend with but something definite, something that took shape and mocked him. In his bitter indictment against circum- stances, he argued that his brain was momentarily unbalanced following the shock caused by the shooting, and that in its disordered state he had pictured things that did not exist. It was only reasonable to assume that he had suf- fered from the effect of a startling, vivid hallucination, and yet there was a strange, insistent voice somewhere in his clearing mind .that persuaded him against his will that he had actual- ly seen the face of Matilde. Admitting that he had been deceived by a trick of the imagination, there still remained certain indisputable facts to confound him. First of all, the absolute conviction that Yvonne had the power to preserve the life that hung so precariously in the balance. He could not overcome the amazing belief that she, and not the skilled surgeon, would check the sure progress of death. Something told him that she represented a force even mightier : than death and that she would prevail, 3 no matter what betide. ‘ He had refused to see the newspa- per men who came. Doctor Hodder wisely had protested against secrecy. “Murder will out," he had said fret- fully, little realizing how closely the trite old saying applied to the situa- tion. He had accepted the statements the purpose ot cleaning it. It had been hanging there for years, and all the time there had been a single cartridge left in the cylinder unknown .to any- CHAPTER XIX. one. He had started to remove the cylinder as he left the room. All these years the hammer had been raised; death had been hanging over them all the time that the pistol occupied its in- secure position on the wall. Somehow, he could not tell how the hammer fell as he tugged at the cylinder. No one could have known that the revolver was loaded. That was all that he could say, cxcept to declare that if his master’s son died he would end his own miserable, valueless life. . His story was supported by the dec« 1 Iarations of Mrs. Brood, who, while completely exonerating her husband’s servant, had but little to say in expla: nation of the affair. She kept her wits about her. Most people would havei made the mistake of saying too much. i She professed to know nothing except that they were discussing young Mr.‘ Brood’s contemplated trip abroad and i that her husband had given orders to 1 his servant to pack a revolver in his‘ son’s traveling bag when the time i came for his departure. She had paid . but little attention to the Hindu’s j movements. All she could say was ‘, that it was an accidentâ€"a horribleu blighting accident. For the present, it 1 would not be possible for anyone to' see the heart-broken father. Doubt-i less, later on, he would be in the mood l to discuss the dreadful catastrophe, I but not now, etc., etc. He was crushed 2 with the horror of the thing that had ' happened. The house was in a state of subdued excitement. Servants spoke in whis- pers and tip-teed through the halls. Nurses and other doctors came. Two old men, shaking as with palsy, roamed about the place, intent only on worm. ing their way into the presence ‘01 their friend and supporter to offer con- solation and encouragement to him in his hour of tribulation. They shud- dered as they looked into each other’s faces, and they shook their heads without speaking, for their minds were filled with doubt. They did not ques- tion the truth of the story as told, but they had their own opinions. In sup- port to the theory that they did not gbelieve there was anything accidental :in the shooting of Frederic it is only necessary to speak of their extraordi- nary attitude toward Ranjab. They shook hands with him and told him that Allah would reward him! Later an, after they had had time to think it all out for themselvesâ€"being some- what slow of comprehensionâ€"they sought out James Brood and offered to accept all the blame for having loaded the revolver without consulting him, their object having been to destroy a cat that infested the alley hard by. They felt that it was absolutely neces- sary to account for the presence of the unexploded cartridge. _ I ‘ Two Old Men, Shaking as With Palsy; Roamed About the Place. Broodfcbming betwâ€"een them. laid his hands on their shoulders. shaking his head as he spoke to them gently. “Thank you, old pals. I understand what it is you are trying to do. It’s no use. I fired the shot. It isn’t neces- sary to say anything more to you, I’m sure, except that, as God is my. wit.- ness, I did not intend the bullet for Frederic. It was an accident in that respect. Thank you for what you wouii do. It isn’t necessary, old pals. The story that Ranjab tells must stand for the time being. Later onâ€"well, I may write my own story and give it to the world.” “Write it?” said Mr. Dawes, and Brood nodded his head slowly, signifi- cantly. - “Oil, Jim, youâ€"you mustn’t do that! " groaned Mr. Dawes, appalled. “You ain’t such a coward as to do that.” “There was one bullet left in the re- volver. Ranjab advised me to save it â€"for myself: He’s a thoughtful fol- low,” said Brood. “It has been re- moved, of course, butâ€"” “Jim,” said Mr. Riggs, squaring him- self, “it’s too bad that you didn’t hit what you shot at.” “Jim,” interrupted Mr. Riggs, ignor ing his comrade, “I see she’s going to nurse Freddy. Well, sir, if I was you. I’d- Brood stopped him with an impa' tient gesture. “I must ask you not to discuss Mrs. Brood, Joeâ€"or y,ou Dan." “I was just going to say, Jim, that if I was you I’ d thank the Lord that she’s going to do it, ” substituted Mr. Riggs somewhat hastily. “She’s a wonder ful nurse. She told me a bit ago that she was going to save his life in spite of the doctor.” vâ€"“"':V.11at does Doctor Hodder say?” de- manded Brood, pausing in his restless pacing of the_ floor. ‘ ' A â€"4 “AA, A‘ m DURHAM CHRONICLE. neaa'," 88.10 MI: tuggs. “Ain’t got a chance in a. million.” said Mr. Dawes. ‘ They were surprised to see Brood wince. He hadn’t been so thin-skinned In the olden days. His nerve was go- ing back on him, that’s what it was. poor Jim! Twenty years ago he would have stiffened his back and taken it l.ike a man. It did not occur to them that they might have broken the news :0 him with tact and consideration. “But you can depend on us. Jim. to pull him through.” said Mr. Riggs quickly. “Remember how we saved you back there in Calcutta when all the fool doctors said you hadn't a :hance? Well, sir, we’ll stillâ€"” “If any feller can get well with a bullet through hisâ€"” began Mr. Dawes encouragingly, but stopped abruptly when he saw Brood put his hands over his eyes and sink dejectedly into a chair, a deep groan on his lips. “I guess we’d better go,” whispered Mr. Riggs, after a moment of inde- 3ision and then, inspired by a certain fear for his friend, struck the gong re. aoundingly. Silently they made their way out of the room, encountering Ranjab just outside the door. “Well?” said Brood, long afterward, raising his haggard face to meet the gaze of the motionless brown man who had been standing in his presence for many minutes. “You must stick to it, Ranjab,” said Mr. Riggs stern} . “With your dying breath,” added Mr. Dawes, and the Hindu, understanding. gravely nodded his head. “Miss Lydia ask permission of sahib to be near him until the end,” said the ' Hindu. “She will not go away. I have heard the words she say to the sa- hibah, and the sahibah as silent as the tomb. She say no word for herself, just sit and look at the flOor and never move. Then she accuse the sahibah of being the cause of the young master’s death, and the sahibah only nod her head to that, and go out of the room, and up to the place where the young master is, and they cannot keep her from going in. She just look at the woman in the white cap and the wom- an step aside. The sahibah is now with the young master and the doctors. She is not of this world, sahib, but of another.” “And Miss Desmond? Where is she?” “She wait in the hall outside his door. Ranjab have speech with her. She does not believe Ranjab. She look into his eye and his eye is not honest â€"she s~.e it all. She say the young master shoot himself andâ€"” “I shall tell her the truth, Ranjab,” said Brood stolidly. “She must know -â€"she and her mother. Tonight I shall see them, but not now. Suicide! Poor, poor Lydia!” “Miss Lydia say she blame herself for everything. She is a coward, she say, and Ranjab he understand. She came yesterday and went away. Ran- jab tell her the sahib no can see her.” “Yesterday! I know. She came to plead with me. I know,” groaned Brood, bitterly. and she will not deny him. It is for the young master’s sake. But she say she know he shoot himself because he no can bear the disgraceâ€"~” “She will not speak her thoughts to the world, sahib,” asserted Ranjab. “Thy servant have spoken his words “Enough, Ranjab,” interrupted the master. “Tonight I shall tell her every- thing. Go now and fetch me the latest word.” The Hindu remained motionless just inside the door. His eyes were closed. “Ranjab talk to the winds, sahib. The winds speak to him. The young master is alive. The great doctor he search for the bullet. It is bad. But the sahibah stand between him and death. She hold back death. She laugh at death. She say it no can be. Ranjab know her now. Here in this room he see the two woman in her, and he no more will be blind. She stand there before Ranjab, who would kill, and out of the air came a new spirit to shield her. Her eyes are the eyes of another who does not live in the flesh, and Ranjab bends the knee. He see the inside. It is not black. It is full of lightâ€"a great big light, sahib. Thy servant would kill his master’s wifeâ€"but, Allah defend! He cannot kill the wife who is already dead. His master’s wives stand before himâ€"two not oneâ€"and his hand is stop.” you saw it too?” he gasped. “The serpent is deadly. Many time Ranjab have take the poison from its fangs and it becomes his slave. He would have take the poison from the serpent in his master’s house, but the serpent change before his eye and he become the slave. She speak to him Brood was regarding him through wide-open, incredulous eyes. “Youâ€" on the voice of the wind and he obey. It is the law. Kismet! His master have of wives two. Two, sahlbâ€"the living and the dead. They speak with Ranjab today and he obey.” There was dead silence in the room utterances of the mystic. The two men, master and man, looked into each other’s eyes and spoke no more. Wt something passed between them. “The sghibah has sent Roberts for a priest,” said the Hindu at last._ “A finest? But I am not a Catholic '-nor Frederic." “Madam is. The servants are say- ing that the priest will be here too late. They are wondering why you have not already killed me, sahlb.” “Killed you too?” “They are now saying that the last stroke of the gong, sahlb, was the death sentence for Ranjab. It called me here to be slain by you. I have- told them all that I fired theâ€"” “Go down at once, my friend.” said Brood. laying his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Let them see that I do not lame you, even though we p4 them to believe this he of ours. myrriendm The" man bent his head and turned away. Near the door he stapped stock- still and listened intently. “The sahibah comes. ” “Ay, she said she would come to me here,” said Brood. and his jaw hard- ened. “Hodder sent for me. Ranjab, an hour ago, butâ€"he was conscious then. His eyes were open. Iâ€"I could not look into them. There would have been hatred in themâ€"hatred for me and 1â€"1 could not go. I was a coward. Yes, a coward after all. She would have been there to watch me as I cringed. I was afraid of what I might do to her then." that time he had bared his soul to the smirking Buddha and, receiving no consolation from the smug image, had violently cursed the thing. Since then he had waitedâ€"he had waited for many things to happen. He knew all that took place below stairs. He knew when Lydia came and he denied him- self to her. The coming of the police, the nurses and the anesthetician, and later on, Mrs. John Desmond and the reportersâ€"all this he had known, for he had listened at a crack in the open door. And he had heard his wife’s calm, authoritative voice in the hall be- low, giving directions. Now for the first time he looked about him and felt himself attended by ghos‘s. In that instant he came to hate this once-loved room. this cherished retreat. and all f Continued on page 4. Brood Allowed His Dull, Wondering Gaze to Sink to His Feet. 09090990000§§§§§§§§OO§§§§O OQOOOQOOQQQQQQQOQOOOszO wowwoooooo 09999. ooowo»mmm»w i Opposite the Old Stand Durham, Ontario i 3....o...................o.o.......................; Cheaper Than the Cheapest 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 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, ladies 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 Cash. ALL MUST BE SOLD S. SCOTT Lieut.-Col. Wm. Hendrie will be in command of the troops to be quartered in Hamilton this winter. Jos. Montgomery, aged 48, of Mad-0c township, who was under arrest on suspicion of murdering his brother, is dead as a result of self-inflicted Wounds. Will be pleased to have you Call and Inspect Unshrinkable Underwear for Men for Women STAN FIELD’S October 19, 1918. RR