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4+++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ford Car Prices £3 Effective August lst. 19 16 the prices of Ford Cars wil! be as follows: ’ Touring Car $495 00 Roadster - - 4751;») Chassis - - 45!“) 00 Coupiet - - 695.00 Town - - - 780 ()0 Sedan - - - 890.00 These prices are all F.O.B. Ford, Ontario. These prices are guaran- teed against reduction be- fore August 1. 1917, but not against advance. 9.34 12.17 “ Glen “ 7.30 4.10 9.38 12 21 “ McW’illiams“ 7. 26 4.06 9.50 12.33 “ Durham “ 7 .15 3. 55 10.04 12.47 “ Allan Park 7 0.1 3.41 10.14 12.57 “ Hanover " 6.52 3.32 10.22 1.05 “ Maple Hill ‘° 6.43 3.23 10.35 1. 20 " Walkelton 630 3.10 .MACFARLANE, Town Agent . Trains arrlve at, Durham at11.203.m. 2.3!) p.1n.. and 8.45 [3.111. EVERY DAY EXCEPT SUNDAY G. '1‘. Bell, C. E. Homing, G.P. Agent, D.P. Agent, Montreal. Toronto. J. TO\VNER. Depot Agent “7. CALDER, Town Agent- Trains leave Durham at 7.05 a..m. and 3.45 p.111. Canadian Pacific Railway Time Table 3.25 Lv. Toronto Un. AP. 11.35 8.10 Lv. Toronto N. 91311.55 AP. Saugeen J. “ 7.55 '1' rains will arrive and depart as fol- )ws. untxl urther notice:- PAC] SIX. 6§§z§§§§20§090z v fiOQOOOOOOOOOQOOEQ’OO‘Q . Smith 8: Sons g Opposite the 01d Stand Durham. Ontario 3 ooooooooooooooooooooooo09o9990999oooooooooooooooooo: Erand Trunk Railway TIME-TABLE Dealers, Durham Cheaper Than the Cheapest If possible I wish to dispose of my entire st, wk before the end of the present year, and if prices at cosr. :uz'l hl-Inw ms: will move the buying public then our stock w :H h» suw t, . move. We are determined to get, rid of it. m \\ .3 ad» is‘e you to see for yourself. 3 ' The' stock consists of Dry Goods including. flxnnellwts. blankets, woollen goods, men‘s underweax. indies nnd- r- wear. men’s pants and overmls. ginghams. umslins and ladies’ and gent’s sweaters. Call and get our Moving sale prices. There’s money in it for you. Eggs and Butte: taken as Gash. Priceville “ Glen “ McW’illiams“ Durham “ Allan Park Hanover " Maple Hill -‘° Walkerton ALL MUST BE SOLD 66 6‘ SO. S. SCOTT s 'I"§"§“ . W"? 55 CL“ Representing The New York Sphere Nevertheless he presented a smil- lng visage to the reporter. “I can’t imagine what you should want with me,” he returned pleasant- ly enough. “If you think because you saw me come from my uncle’s offices that I can tip you off to anything, why, I know less about him and his : affairs than do those truck-horses yon- ._ stayed him. c7. ‘ “It is not about your uncle or his 1:: Ame." said Jenkins quickly. “I don‘t want to detain you, Mr. Van Wechten, but I would appreciate 1t Ivory much if you would give me some g information about Miss Carew. ” :3 Van Vechten could not restrain m m of surprise at the unexpected- ness of this overture, which, he knew, did not escape the other’s keen eyes; * int he promptly recovered himself = and considered briefly. Then: "Will you tell me just why you? 0 come to me for this information?”. The Gold Mosh Purse. On leaving the Man of Iron’s of- fices, Van Vechten walked slowly toward Broadway, where he stood casting about for a taxicab when an alert, assured young man accosted “May I have a few words with you, Mr. Van Vechten ?” the stranger po- liteb' inquired, extending his card. Van Vechten accepted it and experi- enced a twinge of apprehension as he ha asked, apparently unmoved, but profoundly curiousâ€"“why you are seeking it at all?” "Why, it’s this way,” returned the alert young man, but paused and eyed Van Vechten doubtfully. “I trust you won’t be offended, but of late I have heard considerable speculation over Miss Carew’s present where abouts. It seems strange, you know, to people not acquainted with the cir- cumstances, that she has not returned to New York, or that some announce- ment of her movements has not been made public.” While speaking he had signaled 8. :31), which now drew up at the curb. It offered a means of escape that he was not loath to avail himself of. But the reporter’s next words With sudden decision, Van Vechten moved to the cab. “Get in,” he invited. “I’ll drop you at. Park Row, or anywhere you Wish on the way upâ€"town.” He directed the chauffeur to his club, and after they began threading their way up Broad- way, he turned again to the reporter. “Look here, Mr. Jenkins, I don’t see Why people should be so curious Over my cousin’s movements. She is merely taking a much needed rest before coming home and entering the grinding round of social affairs. One needs all the energy and strength at one’s command for that sort of thing, you know.” “Where, may I inquire?” “In Englandâ€"With friends.” Mr. Jenkins smiled. “That’s sufficiently vague,” he com- mented. His sharp eyes studied the "other a. second or two; then he said: “Mr. Van Vechten, I am going to tell you something. Some time agoâ€" shortly after Miss Carew’s graduation, in factâ€"some such statement was giv- en publicity and generally accepted as the truth. Yesterday our London correspondent notified us that the lady was not to be found; that, in Short, she had not been in London at 'all. Our paper sent him a. list of families with whom she might be so- journing, but so far we have not heard from him. Honestly, doesn’t that sound odd to anybody outside your family?” This intelligence alarmed its recip- ient, but he did not show it. He mere- 1y Suggested, suavely: “London, as you are aware, is not all England. In truth, it is no part of England at all-â€" to anybody seeking quiet and rest.” “True enough. But it is the cen- tral information bureau when it comes to gleaming news about anybody that is anybody, wherever they may be in the United Kingdomâ€"or out of. it, for that matter.” CHAPTER II. ‘l‘ figure not ‘ beauty an genius. I alded all week or r in}? the to disan fidences. “Come, Mr. Van Vechten,” he con- tinued brightly, “you can be franker with me and not bring about any dis- astrous resultsâ€"can’t you? You will if you pause to consider my point of view. Here it is. "Miss Carew’s social position is the very highest; she is a. distinguished figure not only in New York, but her beauty and charm and talentâ€"her genius. I might sayâ€"have been her- alded all over the country. For a. week or more cablegrams were fired in to the papers dilating upon her brilliant performances as a musician. Next it is announced that she is to come home shortlyâ€"an event even for New York. And thenâ€"dead silence. When societyâ€"the publicâ€"has such a keen but respectful interest in her, it’s not fair for her to hide herself “away. “Don’t you think,” he concluded by asking, “that you ought to tell me where she is?” “I am sorry,” said Rudolph, “that I am not in a position to accommodate you, but I must respect Miss Carew’s desire for seclusion.” He spoke a trifle stimy, which was not his habit at all, and felt decidedly uncomfort. able. Then came the one dreaded query: “Do you know where she is?” He was nettled. “Really,” he returned, “you appear to be attaching undue importance to a very commonplace situationâ€"indeed without any warrant whatever, I as- sure you. Regardless of my cousin’s position, she is as much entitled to privacy as anybody else. I repeat that I respect her desires, and must insist that you do so too.” Jenkins pressed him no further. The cab had now arrived opposite Washington Place, and the reporter asked to be dropped. When he was once more alone. Van Wechten was annoyed at the extent to which the interview had disturbed him; a feeling which he sought to relieve by mentally upbraiding his pousin and promising himself ample revenge in the days to come. . "Wait till I see her," he assured himself, “if I don’t give her a pleas- t quarter of an hour! Paige has a. evil of a temper, and I can make it hurt.” However, on his arrival at the Pow-~ hatan he was to be still further dis- turbed. He found Mr. Flint waiting for him, who, as soon as he entered ithe lounging-room, drew him off into 'a corner. The detective produced from his pocket a gold-mash purse, which he handed to Van Vechten. “Did you ever see that before?” he quietly asked. It looked very familiar, very like one he had given Paige her last birth- day. But there were thousands of similar purses, and the circumstance signified nothing. “Open it.” said Mr. Flint. The young man obeyed mechanic- ally. His nostrils were assailed by a delicate, familiar fragrance; still he was not consciously apprehensive;- He perceived a pair of gloves, a small 'gold vanity-box, a few hairpins and? an old-fashioned silver card-case. He viewed this latter with a shock of surprise; next instant he had it open and one of the cards in his hand. Mf. J’enkins’ laugh was of a nature . disarm resentment and invite con- To his utter amazement, the card bore his cousin’s name. All doubt and uncertainty respect: lng the ownership of the purse were now removed: he knew it to be his cousin’s. He had known it, he ad- mitted freely to himself, from the in- Btant Flint laid it in his hand. One thought alone clung persistent- ly in his mind: Paige was in England, and here was her purse in New York. It might have left her possession only within the hour, too; the faint, sweet. perfume was so much an intimate: Bert of herself, so typical of her ex- quisite femininity, of her individual- ity, that her presence here in the; uuLNAvv ‘vm-â€"-â€"â€" vg -Qâ€"o wv â€"â€" â€"' lty, that her presence here in the. But he did not speak; indeed, he was: room with him was almost certainly. once more holding his breath. .‘ Indicated. ' After another pauseâ€" No wonder that he was dumfound-I “Are you asleep?” the girl whispered? ed. No wonder that he remained star- é‘Have youâ€"have youâ€"fainted?” lng blankly at the glittering object‘ Not a sound from Tom. ' until the detective’s voice aroused - Presently he felt a little hand touch: him. his breast, as lightly as a’feather, and: “Mr. Van Vechten,” said Mr. Flint,. a warm glow flowed through him that “do you know where Miss Paige Caâ€" effectively banished the chill 01 his! row is?” gdamp clothing. Then the hand nut-g tered to his face and, in the darkness. CHAPTER III. rested a moment upon his mouth. In the Dark. Notwithstanding his exciting expe dance of the night, and the rough treatment to which he had been sub- jected, and notwithstanding thewretch- edly uncomfortable plight in which his captors had left him, Tom Phinw ney’s day upon the water in time be-v gan to produce its natural effectâ€"he; dozed fitfully after a while, again and again coming to himself with a start from the very verge of slumber; and then at last, when his cramped posi- tion no longer annoyed him, when his arms and legs grew numb and ceased ’to pain, he slept profoundly. T- 1301!“ CBONICLB. then a faint stir, a rustling of gaN ments. And then a thrill went through him. He was suddenly aware: of a faint, delicate fragrance. He: Lnew that the intruder was a. woman, “If you are trying to find me," he! “Will you promise1 said, scarcely above a whisper, “I am§ the girl. here.” . “I have promised.” The first word was met with a} back. stifled, startled gasp. ; “On your word of h Could it be the girl of the wonder! fully sweet voice? “Don’t be frightened. Lord knows I’m harmless enough.” the soft froufrou of skirts, and h knew that the woman was groping]: way toward him. He continued to} guide her steps with low-voiced direc-q tions, and by and by he felt the con-1 tact of her foot. Next she was kneel-l ing beside him. Followed a silent pause; then 0333 “Whatever you do," he heard a trem-‘ ulous whisper, “be quiet. If I am. caught here it will spoil everything; I “Mercy, no!” “Oh, I shan’t. What next?” ,, , While he lent himself submissively "Mr. Van Vechten, said M" Flint” to the operation, she bound one of that “0° You lfnow Where Mi“ P39” fandkerchiefs over his eyes, tugging Carew '87, he fabric and disposing it in such a.‘ dread to think of the possible conga-i fway that by no possibility coulq he. bquences, But I couldn’t sleep for‘; ee when he got where it was 'lxght- thinking of your predicament.” 1 er fingers touched his face many -uj LL- _--__--- A‘ LA- “A." ( “Just release me,” said Tom, “and. times, and the flea we can let consequences go hang. 1‘ bn this side, DOW C ,can take care of ’em.” him and in front, ‘_ “0h, no-no-no!” came a tense whis-g BiddY- per. “You don’t know what you are: “You must walk talking about. You haven’t the slight-l 81’ you can,” she est idea of the circumstances. ujetly as if you W6 “Now listen to meâ€"I must hurry. I; take your hand. W have come here to release you. I! it means you are t everything is all rightâ€"I mean, it you. means to step 11P- can satisfy me that I am warranted in} 101’ Tom mumbled freeing youâ€"you can go. Otherwise! "I said that I wi: i must leave you as you are; and 1â€"1!!! upstairs instead 01 .don’t want to do that.” “What in the w« “And I don’t want you to, believe; Oh! So that is me,” breathed Tom, fervently. “Are amounts 120, is it?” you the girl who asked me my name “I can wish, ca: idownstairs?” moodily “I didn’t see your face. If you’re the same girl, 111 agree to anythingâ€"even to remain- lng here, like this, to die.” This rash declaration was ignored. ‘ . “Will you tell me your name now?”.' ”lied the girl. “Tom Phinney,” that young gentleu ban replied simply. “I shan’t ask yoursâ€"not just at presentâ€"but I mean to know it some day. I mean to have you to myself some time, so that I can. look at you to my heart’s content. I. know you are beautiful.” The response to this, whisper thought it was, revealed a flash of spirit. “Much good it would do to you to‘ ask! If you don’t remain quiet I shall] have you at once.” If silence was what she wanted, sure- 1y she could not complain of the in-q tensity of that which immediately en-l sued. It remained so long unbroken: that the girl’s fortitude failed her. i 6l0h ! ,9 "Well?” The tremulous whisper com veyed a. distinct impression to Tomâ€"4 she was afraid. “Are you going tOl stop talking so silly?” : Afterwards Tom ‘ stoutly asserted, that what he did was wholly inadvertÂ¥ lent, citing as valid corroborative evi- ldence the fact that he had had no time to will the act; and at the same time [he contended that because the act was inadvertent, it was sincere and there-. tore to be condoned. Anyhow, he kissed the softest sweetest palm in all the world. The immediate result, however, ‘ nearly spelled disaster for this mid-1 night enterprise. The hand was with- drawn as if it had touched a live coal,‘ and the girl rose to her feet, utterly" ‘But You Will Not Want to Know a; disregardful of the noise she made in'I Then.” doing so. ‘ Tom could hear her panting; in im- :giirfvaimfig" man When I explain aginsdon he could see her standhg‘ 'end of it. aN'e done, that will be the white and rigid with terror, and he, “Truly?” 0W come on.” s prom t1 contrite. ‘. .. wiyon afe Sirightened.” he said, ah- - HOBO? bright Step carefully. ~ jectly apologetic ; . And so, with infinite caution, and - - u... without affrgnfina +1“: anemia-.. -. “Oh, I amâ€"I am!” she moaned. “If; you knew what this meant- for me you wouldn’t be so foolish. All my life: long I have been afraid of the darkâ€". not just shivery afraid, but tightened clear out of my wits. And youâ€"you” â€"-Tom caught a sobâ€"“you make it soi much worse. I didn’t know what. had,- happened.” “What do you think of me!" he? groaned. “I think you are a cheeky young; man. I must have been insane ever for have thought of aiding you to 66-! vâ€" "â€"v tven’t the $1th 91’ you nstancea.“19fly as and‘ ,4 fway that by no possibility could he 1“; es when he got where it was 'light- 1 Eler fingers touched his face many IL |imes, and the nearness of her, now 1‘ bn this side, now on that, and behind him and in front, was making him “Don’t say that,” he muttered . hoarse consternation. “Forgive meâ€"i please do. I shan’t take back anything; I’ve said or done, but I’ll promise toi be goodâ€"to do exactly what you say.”‘ There tell another pause. Thenâ€" “Will you promise that?" whispered: â€"Es heard a long sigh of relief, and‘ the girl cautiously resumed her ton-1 met position at his side. “Here is my plan,” she said. "and: you must be obedient in every little} detail. I shall have to blindfold you; again and lead you some distance from the house. Have you any idea where. you are ?” “Not a glimmer of one.” “And if you were out of sight of the! house, you couldn’ t find your way: back to it?” ' “If you told me not to I shouldn't; even try to find it. ” “Very well. Now let me untie your“ * â€"SOOD~" hands." There was a long moment of siâ€" The task was not an easy one, for glance, during WhiCh Tom waited eager- the knots had been tightly tied and':; 1y for her next words; but when at were still damp. But presently his; last they came they were spoken so hands were free, and the first unham- ; gravely, and were weighted With such pered movement of his arms wrung‘ - 3 note Of sadness, that he was trom him a groan of anguish. ‘ startled. “Hush!” the girl cried in alarm. '_I “Mr. Phinney,” she said, “you may “Iâ€"I couldn’t help it,” apologized“ discover who I am much sooner than ll‘om. “It hurts like the very devâ€"likeg you can possibly expect But you will the deuce. I’ll be all right in a min- not want to know me then; conditions hte.” 5, will be such that people will shun And after a bit, when the circulation; rather than seek my acquaintance. was restored to the benumbed mem-g You will regret even this distant hers, Tom himself made short work of? meeting in the dark}? the bonds around his ankles. He rose, “Never. If you talk that way I’ll rip hnsteadily to his feet. ‘ this rag right now." “You must walk just as carefully as er you can,” she enjoinedâ€"“just as ujetly as if you were a burglar. Iwill take your hand. When I squeeze once, it means you are to step downâ€"twice meanstostepup....Whatislt?” for Tom mumbled something. “I said that I wished we were gotng upstairs instead of down.” “What in the world do you wish- “I can Wish, can’t I?” said Tom, moodily. “I didn’t intend for you to? Her response was a sharp command for him nnt to am nnothnr word “On your word of honor?” a “On my word 0! hour as a gentle-i Their fingers met and closed, but when she attempted to move away Tom drew her to a. standstill. “Just a moment. I must disobey you this once. What will happen to you when it is discovered that I am gone?" “Why, nothing.” “It seems improbable. don’t you know, that anybody who wanted me so badly would be tickled to death to. have me get away.” ' “Nevertheless nothing will happen. to me,” she repeated. “I know that, What I am doing is for the best, not only for you, but for us too. Pray don’t think I am going to all this tron? ble solely for you.” “I did think 80,” Tom said in a gloomy tone. “Look here, if I’m not sure that everything will be all right with you, I’m not going to budge at step.” ' In her exasperation his guide gave his hand a vigorous jerk. “Mercy goodness!” he heard her ex-a claim. “Did anybody ever see sucham2 “If I could stamp a. few times.” he! aggravating man. When I explain what I have done, that W111 be the end of it. Now come on.” “Truly?” “Honor bright. Step carefully.” And so, with infinite caution, and Without attracting the attention of any of the household, Tom was led down the stairsâ€"every step being indicated by a single hand-squeezeâ€"and out in? to the night. Presently he divined that he was being guided round in a circle, but made no protest. Neither “Give me your hand,” she said curtâ€" “You 'Tom. “ItIamwimngtoagz-ee surel whispered ' y 1 I am entitled to some slight considera- , 4, tion in return?” - that leads to Rockyâ€"Cove. and mom; the town. You are to stand here and count one hundred, slowly, then you may remove the handkerchief from your eyes. Bear in mind that you are to count slowly, and that you are not to try to follow me. Have I your Said Tom: “Promise me that 1 can see you some time." Said the girl: “Why in the world do you want me to promise that?” “Because,” said Tom warmly, “you are the girl I have been looking for all my lifeâ€"the One Girlâ€"" “How ridiculous!“ she coolly inter- rupted. “You don't know me. If you were to meet me tomorrowâ€"any- whereé-you wouldn’t know that I am “I would.” Tom stoutly protested, “anywhere. I would know you among a million. Tell me that I can see you There was a long moment of si- lence, during which Tom waited eager- ly for her next words; but when at last they came they were spoken so gravely, and were weighted with such a note of sadness, that he was startled. “I know you will not do that”---what delectable notes cooed and sang in her voice when she talked like this! -â€"“not until you have counted a hun- U. W. “You’re a witch!" he declared ve- hemently, and was rewarded with a little rippling laugh that confirmed the opinion. “Am I? Then I cannot be beautiful, for witches are old and ugly. But you have been very good to trust me .50 implicitly. Here is my hand once more. Good-by. Let me hear you be. gin to count.” And Tom, standing blindfolded in the moonlight, raised to his lips the hand of the girl he had never seen. with all the gallant courtesy of a me- dteval knight paying homage to his lady. There was a reverence in the act that held the little hand captive In his own. Tom began to count in a low mono- tone. He had all at once grown very grave, and his tall, erect figure had taken on a new dignity that it had never before known; for his mind and “The conditions are hard,” returned heart were, for the first time 1:: 25-. aimless life, set upon a high pur- “Well?"-â€"impaflently. “You must A mild rustling of garments. an overpowering sense of aloneness, told. him that the girl had left his immedi- ate presence. He could not, of course, know that she halted and looked back at him from a little distance, nor could he see the taint smile that. curved her lips. . . . It was a re-- markably tender smile, Mr. Tom. that mmissedthereinthenlght! . . But he did hear the soft “Good night." although he did not stir, nor M his resolute counting. When he tore the W 1mm his eyes, he was alone; the W8 still- ness was absolute. And, paradoxical. 17, although he was literally drenched with the light 0! a. white moon. he was still so much In the dark that he‘ halt-way believed he had been dream Ins, and had only just awakened from. sound slumber. It: Captain Did the Best He Could With the Paint He Had. Before the days of steel ships the allowance of paint in the British navy was very small, and sometimes the of- ficers had to pay large sums in order that their ships might; maintain a de- cent appearance. Sir John Phillimore resorted to a curious expedient either to soften the heart of the navy board or. if that proved impossible, to express his Opin- ion of the situation. He painted one side of his yellow frigate black and white and used the rest or the black paint in printing on the other side in large letters, “No More Paint!" The navy board Twrote to call his at- tention to the impmpriety of his con- duct and signed themselves, as they always did officially, “Your affection- ate friends.” Sir John made reply that he could not obliterate the Obie-€003" hle letters unless he were given more paint, and signed himself in turn. “Your aflectionate friend. John Philli- more.” The naval authorities then called his attention to the impropriety 0f the 513' nature, to which Sir John rammed in acknowledging the letter that he 1" gretted that the paint had not been sent and ending, “I am no longer 3'0“ aflectionnte mend. John Phimmore” His frigate was permitted to retain her original yellow. and thus the navy board punished su- John’s impel'd’ Besides, who wants to discuSS peace with a Wild beast. particu' s Suppose the European were to turn round noW an the United States to stick to Monroe doctlfine and allow them to do as they pleased w_i_th09§ be. to a0 38 the pleased Wluxuu" in]: molestedYIâ€"Guelph Herald January 4, 1917 A FANTASTIC FRIGATE. H Continued. next week. aid Outing stree}. 3;”‘1 t 5_ Albert stre Jackson. Philip apply Reg'lsto FROM 12 '1“ roan and milking d Ramadan, champion Canada.â€" Durham. SPIRELLA STORES conceuion out o! D‘ frame barn J act-on. D For 5a Farms -vâ€"â€"v7 sPBOPEB tio‘ Thoroug Angus Bu payable : Crutchley LOIS sal Holste to R. 100 acre good fr 1 Duncan ElmWOO‘ 1 non J an 1131‘? Rink Spir conu 1d