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Effective August [st 1916 the prices of Ford Cars v~ 111 be as follows: Ford Car Prices These prices are guaran- teed against reduction be- fore August 1. 1917, but not against ad vauce. Roadster - - 475.04) Chassis - - 450.00 Couplet - - 695.00 Town - - - 780-00 Sedan - - - 890.00 These prices are all F.O.B. Ford, Ontario. woowm 000. mm mm- C. Smith 6: Sons {2412.07 “ 1 +54 12.17 “ ¢ .38 12 21 “ 1 3.5012. 53 ” J 1 1 :2) not 12.47 “ )14 12.57 " 0.22 1.05 ” “9: 1 m 06 Rug“ ()ilcloths Window Shades Lace Curtains and all Household Furnishings TINSMITHING Mr. M. Kress has opened a. shop at the rear of the furniture snow mom and 15 prepared to do :LZ’. kinds of tmsmithing. Undertaking receives special at tentinn UN DEIii‘UAKlNGg PAGE SIX. ‘3rand Trunk Railway TIME-TABLE Touring bar 54% I 00 FQURNITURE EDWARD KRESS Dealers. Jurham 06 Priceville Glen “ McVVilliauua" Durham “' Allan Park Hanover " Maple Hill " Walkerton AND Town Agent Raiiway .L I' 6.10 3.10 Geerge Barr Mc Catchegn Brood started forward. “Isâ€"is he dead?” “Of course not, but he might as well be,” exclaimed the other, and it was plain to be seen that he was very much The Closed Door. The doctor blinked for a moment. The two were leaning forward. with alarm in their eyes, their hands grip- ping the table. “Well, are we to send for an under- Laker?” demanded Hodder irritably. out of patience. “You’ve called in an- other doctor and a priest and now I hear that a Presbyterian parson is in the library. Hang it all, Brood, why don’t you send for the coroner and un- dertaker and have done with it? I’m blessed if 1â€"” Yvonne came swiftly to his side. “Is be conscious? Does he know?” 3‘ “For God’s sake, Hodder, is there any hope?” cried Brood. any hopes" crieu DI‘OCU. “I’ll be honest with you, Jim. I don’t believe there is. It went in here, above the heart, and it’s lodged back there by the spine somewhere. We haven’t located it yet, but we will. Had to let up on the ether for awhile, you see. He opened his eyes a few min- utes ago, Mrs. Brood, and my assistant is certain that he whispered Lydia Desmond‘s name. Sounded that way to him, but, of courseâ€"” “There! You see, James?” she cried, whirling upon her husband. “I think you’d better step in and see him now, Jim,” said the doctor, sud- denly becoming very gentle. “He may come to again andâ€"well, it may be the last time he’ll ever open his eyes. Yes, it’s as bad as all that.” “I’ll goâ€"at once,” said Brood, his face ashen. “You must revive him for a few minutes, Hodder. There’s some- thing I’ve got to say to him. He must be able to hear and to understand me. It is the most important thing in the â€"” He choked up suddenly. “You’ll have to be careful, Jim. He’s ready to collapse. Then it’s all off.” “Nevertheless, Doctor Hodder, my husband has something to say to his son that cannot be put 011! for an in- stant. I think it will mean a great deal to him in his fight for recovery. It will make life worth living for him." Hodder stared for a second or two. “He'll need a lot of courage and if any thing can put it into him, he’ll make a better fight. If you get a chance, say it to him, Jim. Iâ€"Iâ€"if it’s got any- thing to do with his mother, say it, for pity’s sake. He has moaned the word a dozen timesâ€"” “It has to do with his mother,” Brood cried out. “Come! I want you to hear it, too, Hodder.” “There isn’t much time to lose, I’m afraid,” began Hodder, shaking his head. His gaze suddenly rested on Mrs. Brood’s face. She was very erect, and a smile such as he had never seen before was on her lipsâ€"a smile that puzzled and yet inspired him with a positive, undeniable feeling of encour- agement! “He is not going to die, Doctor Hod- der,” she said quietly. Something went through his body that warmed ii curiously. He felt a thrill, as one who is seized by a great overpowering ex- citement. She preceded them into the hall. Brood came last. He [closed the door behind him after a swift glance about the room that had been his most pri- vate retreat for years. He was never to set foot inside its walls again. In that single glance he bade farewell to it forever. It was a hated, unlovely spot. He had spent an age in it during those bitter morning hours, an age of imprisonment. On the landing below they came up on Lydia. She was seatgfi on a win- dow ledge, leaning 'wear y against the casement. She did not rise as they approached, but watched them with steady, smoldering eyes in which there was no friendliness, no compassion. They were her enemies, they had killed the thing she loved._ - ______ â€"L I'd-5V .-â€"â€"v ,, Brood’s eyes met hers for an instant and then fell before the bitter 100]: they encountered. His shoulders down the hall to the bedroom door. It opened and closed an instant later and he was with his son. . 7â€" _1L “U ‘â€" For a long time, Lydia’s somber, pit. eons gaze hung upon the door through which he had passed and which was closed so cruelly against her, the one who loved him best of all. At last she looked away, her attention caught by a queer clicking sound near ,at hand.-8he CHAPTER XXII. Lydia believed that Frederic had shot himself. She put Yvonne down asi the real cause of the calamity that had? fallen upon the house. But for her,‘; James Brood would never have had a3 motive for striking the blow that: crushed all desire to live out of the un-} happy boy. She had made of her hue-E band an unfeeling monster, and now: she prayed! She had played with theI emotions of two men and now she? begged to be pardoned for her fallyl'; An inexplicable desire to laugh at thej plight of the trifler came over the girl,f but even as she checked it another and; more unaccountable force ordered her: to obey the impulse to turn once more: to look into the face of her companion, The girl watched her dully for a few moments, then with growing fascm tion. The incomprehensible creature was praying! To Lydia this seemed to be. the most unnatural thing in all the world. She could not associate prayer with this woman's character; she could not imagine her having been in all her life possessed of a fervent re- ligious thought. It was impossible to think of her as being even hypocritical. 1y pious. Somehow the girl began to experience a strange feeling of irrita« tion. She turned her face away, un- willing to be a witness to this shallow mockery. She was herself innately re- ligious. In her secret soul she resent- ed an appeal to heaven by this luxuri- ous wordling; she could not bring her- self to think of her as anything else. Prayer seemed a profanatlon on her scarlet lips. ' was surprlsecr' to 11nd Yvonne Broad standing close beside her, her eyes closed and her fingers telling the beads that ran through her fingers, her lips moving in voiceless prayer. Yvonne was looking at her. She had} ceased running the beads and her; hands hung limply at her side. For a; full minute, perhaps, the two regarded: each other without speaking. : “He is not going to die, Lydia,” said Yvonne gravely. The girl started to her feet. “Do you think it is your prayer and not mine that has readied God’s ear?” she cried in real amazrâ€" ment “The prayer of a- nobler woman than either you or I has gone to the throne,” said the other. LYdia’s (1605 grew dark with resent- ment. “You could have prevented allâ€"” “Be good cnough to remember that you have said all that to me before. Lydia.” “What is your object in keeping me away from him at such a time as this, Mrs. Brood?” demanded Lydia. “You refuse to let me go in to him. Is it be- cause you are afraid of whatâ€"” “There are trying days ahead of us, Lydia,” interrupted Yvonne. “We shall have to face them together. I can promise you this: Frederic will be saved for you. Tomorrow, next day. perhaps, I may be able to explain everything to you. You hate me to- day. Everyone in this house hates me â€"even Frederic. There is a. day com- ing when you will not hate me. That was my prayer, Lydia. I was not pray- ing for Frederic, but for myself.” Lydia. started. “For yourself? I might have known youâ€"” “You hesitate? Perhaps it is just as well.” “I want to say to you, Mrs. Brood, that it is my purpose to remain in this house as long as I can beâ€"” “You are welcome, Lydia. You will be the one great tonic that is to re- store him to health of mind and body. Yes, I shall go further and say that you are commanded to stay here and help me in the long fight that is ahead of us.” “Iâ€"I thank you, Mrs. Brood,” the girl was surprised into saying. Both of them turned quickly as the door to Frederic’s room opened and James Brood came out into the hall. His face was drawn with pain and anxiety, but the light of exaltation was in his eyes. “Come, Lydia,” he said softly, after he had closed the door behind him. “He knows me. He is conscious. Hodder can’t understand it, but he seems to have suddenly grown stronger. Heâ€"” “Stronger?” cried Yvonne, the ring of triumph in her voice. “I knew! 1 could feel it comingâ€"his strengthâ€"~â€" She Did Not Rise as They Ap- preached. even out here, James. Yes, go in now. Lydia. You will see a strange sight, my dear. James Brood will kneel be~ side his son and tell himâ€"” “Come!” said Brood, spreading out his hands in a gesture of admission. “You must hear it, too, Lydia. Not 2!: PW CHRONICLE. “I forgot.” she said, looking down upon him without a vestige of the old dread In her eyes. “I have a friend. after all." you, Therese! You are not to come “I grant you ten minutes, James,” she said, with the air of a dictator. “After that I shall take my stand be- side him and you will not be needed.” She struck her breast sharply with her clinched hand. “His one and only hope lles here, James. I am his sal- vation. I am his strength. When you come out of that room again it will be to stay out until I give the word for you to re-enter. Go now and put spirit into him. That is all that I ask of you.” He stared for a moment and then lowered his head. A moment later Lydia followed him into the room and Yvonne was alone in the hall. Alone? Ranjab was ascending the stairs. He came and stood before her, and bent his knee. The JOy of June. On a warm morning toward the middle of the month of June Frederic and Lydia sat in the quaint, old-fash- ioned courtyard, in the grateful shade of the south wing and almost directly beneath the balcony off Yvonne’s bou- doir. He lounged comfortably, yet weakly, in the invalid’s chair that had been wheeled to the spot by the dog- like Ranjab, and she sat on a pile of cushions at his feet, her back resting against the u all. Looking at him, one would not have thought that he had i passed through the valley of the shadow of death and was but new; emerging into the sunshine of securâ€"i ity. His face was pale from long conâ€" , finement, but there was a healthy glow ' to the sh in and a clear light in the eye. For a 11 eel: or more he had been permitted 0 xxalk a bout the house and into the garden, alu r133 112:3.111ng on the' .' arm of his father or the faithful Hin- l du. Each succeeding day saw his ! strength and vitality increase and each I night he sleet with the: pet ce of a; carefree (112‘2‘d. he ‘.‘.';‘.S fill ed With contentmen. 1 he 10‘: {d hie 18 he had never (11‘1”;1111: d it uoul J. be possible! for him to 1me it. 'll‘x; e \ as a song‘ in his heart and them was a bright star always 011 the edge of his hori- zon. As for Lydia, she was radiant with happiness. The long fight \as over. She had gone through the campaign against death with loyal, unfaltering courage; there had never been an in- stant when her stanch heart had failed her; there had been distress but never despair. If the strain told on her it did not mzitter, for she was of the fighting kind. Her love was the sus- tenance on which she throve despite the beggarly offerings that were laid before her during those weeks of fam- ine. Her strong young body lost none of its vigor; her splendid spirit gloried in the tests to which it was subjected. and now she was as serene as the June day that found her wistfully con- templating the results of victory. Times there were when a pensive mood brought the touch of sadness to her grateful heart. She was happy and Frederic was happy, but what of the one who actually had wrought the miracle? That one alone was un- happy, unrequited, undefended. There was no place for her in the new order of things. When Lydia thought of herâ€"â€"as she often didâ€"it was with an indescribable craving in her soul. She longed for the hour to come when Yvonne Brood would lay aside the mask of resignation and demand trib- ute; when the strange defiance that held all of them at bay would dis- appear and they could feel that she no longer regarded them as adversa- ries. There was no longer a symptom of rancor,in the heart of Lydia Desmond. She realized that her sweetheart’s re- covery was due almost entirely to the remarkable influence exercised by this woman at a time when mortal agen- cies appeared to be P” .- .vail. Her absolute certainty that she had the power to thwart death, at least in this instance, had its effect, not only on the wounded man but on those who attended him. Doctor Hodder and the nurses were not slow to admit that her magnificent courage, her almost scornful self-assurance, supplied them with an incentive that otherwise might never have got beyond the form of a mere hope. There was something pos- itively startling in her serene convic- tion that Frederic was not to die. No less a skeptic than the renowned Doctor Hodder confided to Lydia and her mother that he now believed in the supernatural and never again would say “there is no God.” With the dampness of death on the young man’s brow, a remarkable change had occurred even as he watched for the last fleeting breath. It was as if some secret, unconquerable force had sud- denly intervened to take the whole matter out of nature’s hands. It was not in the books that he should get well; it was against every rule of na- ture that he should have survived that first day’s struggle. He was marked for death and there was no alternative. Then came the bewildering, mystify- ing change. Life did not take its ex- pected flight; instead it clung, flicker- ing but indestructible, to its clay and would not obey the laws of nature. For days and days life hung by what we are pleased to call a thread; the great shears of death could not sever the tiny thing that held Frederic’s soul to earth. There was no hour in any of those days in which the be- wildered scientist and his assistants did not proclaim that it would be his last, and yet he gave the lie to them. Hodder had gone to James Brood at the end of the third day, and with the sweat of the haunted on his bray had CHAPTER XXIII. The true story of the shooting had long been known to Lydia and her mother. Brood confessed everything to them. He assumed all of the blame for what had transpired on that tragic morning. He humbled himself before them, and when they shook their heads and turned their backs upon him he was not surprised, for he knew they were not convicting him of as- pault with a deadly firearm. Later ion the story of Therese was told by .him to Frederic and the girl. He did his wife no injustice in the recital. ; Frederic laid his hand upon the soft {brown head at his knee and voiced the thought that was in his mind. whispered hoarsely that the case was out of his hands! He was no longer the doctor but an agent governed by a spirit that would not permit death to claim its own! And somehow Brood understood far better than the man of science. “You are wondering, as I am. too. what is to become of Yvonne after to- day,” he said. “There must be an and, and if it doesn't come now, when will it come? Tomorrow we sail. It is certain that she is not to accom- pany us. She has said so herself, and father has said so. He will not take her with him. So today must see the end of things.” “Frederic, I want you to do some- thing for me,” said Lydia, earnestly. “There was a time when I could not have asked this of you, but now i lmplore you to speak to your father in her behalf. I love her, Freddy, dear. I cannot help it. She asks nothing of any of us, she expects nothing, and yet she loves all of usâ€"yes, all of us. She will never, by word or look, make 1 single plea for herself. I have watched her closely all these weeks. There was never an instant when she re- vealed the slightest sign of an appeal. She takes it for granted that she has no place in our lives. In our memory. yes, but that is all. I think she is reconciled to what she considers her fate and it has not entered her mind to protest against it. Perhaps it is natural that she should feel that way about it. But it isâ€"oh, Freddy. it is terrible! If he wouldâ€"would only un- bend a little toward her. If heâ€"â€"” “Listen, Lyddy, dear. I don’t be- lieve it’s altogether up to him. There is a barrier that we can’t see, but they doâ€"both of them. My mother stands between them. You see, I’ve come to know my father lately, dear. He’s not a stranger to me any longer. I know what sort of a heart he’s got. He never got over loving my mother, and he’ll never get over knowing that Yvonne knows that she loved him to the day she died. We know what it was in Yvonne that attracted him from the first, and she knows. He’s not likely to forgive himself so easily. He didn’t play fair with either of them, that’s what I’m trying to get at. I don’t believe he can forgive himself any more than he can forgive Yvonne for the thing she set about to do. You see, Lyddy, she married him without love. She d‘ebased herself, even though she can’t admit it even now. I love her, too. She’s the most won- derful woman in the world. She’s got the finest instincts a woman ever possessed. But she did give hersell to the man she hated with all her soul. andâ€"well, there you are. He can’t for get that, you knowâ€"and she can’t. Leaving me out of the question alto 999909999999 99999999 999999 9999999999999999999:99999 03.0900000900006099000990 06009069000OOQQQOQOOOOOOQO ;.+.ooo.+...............+.»........o....+..o......;r v 0 Opposite the 01d Stand A Cheaper Than the Cheapest Continued on page 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 stocki'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, ladie's under- wear. men’s pants and overalls, ginghams, muslins and ladies’ and gent’s sweaters. ALL MUST BE SOLD S. SCOTT When the gossips are busiest, the conversation usually 18 idlest, ‘ It IS 12 fine thing in be abie to say pou are decent. but it. is. finer not to copsider If. necessary p0 say it._ It; is a poor excuse for a orook to say that he is good to his own people: if he really were he woulcen’t be a. crook WE have rewived some nice Tweed and Sealette Brant’sAd. also Raincoat-s in Tweed Will be pleased to have you Call and Inspect Unshrinkable Underwear for Men for Women STAN FIELD’S November 2, 1916. for Ladies COATS Durham, Ontario