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11‘ Trains arrlve at Durham at ll.20a.zn. 2.3 p.m.. and 8.45 p.m. EVERY DAY EXCEPT SUNDAY G. T. Bell, C. E. Homing, ,, G.P. Agent, D.P. Agent, Montreal. Toronto. J. TO\VNER Depot Agent W. CALDER, Town Agent v--â€"- â€"-â€", uâ€"vvv I- -- vuv _ 9 Van Vechten was compiling a list of his friends and acquaintances in Canadian Pacific Railway London, together with such names of Time Table Paige’s friends as he could recall. Hav- ing completed this to his satisfaction, Trains will arrive and depart as to':- he next directed his attention to the laws. until urther notice:-â€" composition of a cablegram which, he P.M 11.31. A. M p M trusted, would elicit news of Paige or 5.25 Lv. Toronto Un ..u- 11 35 Mrs Devereaux without occasioning 8.10 Lv. Toronto N. S 10 too much comment on the part of the 9.13 11.55 .-\.r. Saugeen J. “ 7.55 4. 35 recipient. . P_.M. . . __ 1 It was well after ten o’clock when 9-24 1302 :: Pricevxlle :: 1,340 4-20 he finished his labors and departed. 333; 112;; “ gif%’illiams“ 113?; 1(1):; The instant the door closed Barnicle 9:50 12.23 .. Durham .. 7:15 3:55 heft on’ .what he happened tobe doing 10.0; 12.47 “ Allan Park 7.01 3.4: 53‘ the “me, and “9°“ listening t0 the 10.14 12.57 H Hanover .. 6.52 3.32 ‘footfalls growing fainter in the hall. 10.22 1.05 .. Maple Hill .. 6. 43 3.3-; ,Presently he heard his master’s voice 10.35 1.20 " Walkerton .630 3.10 utter a sharp “Down!” an ensuing R. M ACF ARL ANE Town Agent !clan]: and clatter of'the elevator door.- Trains leave Durham at 7.05 a.m., and 3.45 p.m. C. Smith sonsmg could 113322;? 11,33,313? t? :1: These prices are guaranâ€" teed against reduction be- fore August 1, 1917, but not against advance. Effective August lst. 1916 the prices of Ford Cars will be as follows: Mom“ ma... «PM These prices are all F.O.B. Ford, Ontario. Ford Car Prices fiw+fifi+é+++++++~i°+++++ OOOOOQOQQOOOOOOO0090096990oooooooooooovoooooooooooo Touring Car $495 00 Roadster - - 475.00 Chassis - - 450 00 Couple’s - - 695.00 Town - - - 780 00 Sedan - - - 890.00 Mr. M.: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 Grand Trunk Railway 9 TIME-TABLE . UN DERTiAKING PAGI an. EDWARD KRESS FURNITURE Rugs, Oilcloths Window Shades Lace Curtains and all Household Furnishings TINSMITHING Dealers, Durham AND 5‘ fi O 002 O f] 8 Jflflflfl Dlâ€"I d .4. O 88 owrrr r $55§ ’ ‘on ’is mind, so ’e ’as, yet ’e is a-sleepin’ like a. ’ealthy hinfant.” t Another pause. i _' “I understandâ€"some time tomorrow night. I was afraid for a while that I Barnicle replaced the receiver as noiselessly as he had taken it down, and after switching off the lights stole away to regions best known to him- you tonight; his coming ’ome so early 'pnd unexpected like, don’t y’know, and his being that concerned quite took me breath away.” Next morning, bright and early, Ru- dolph Van Vechten was seated at his writing-table, while Barnicle, tall, white-haired, cadaverous of counte- nance, but extraordinarily efficient, moved quickly about his morning tasks, and so quietly that the young man was not aware of his presence. Cautiously he seated himself and, noiselessly took down the receiver, calling for a number in a voice so low that he was obliged to repeat it. Muf- fling the mouth-piece with one hand. he held a long conversationâ€"all in a mysterious undertoneâ€"in the course, of which he replied to numerous ques-: tions on the part of his unseen inter-é locutor. a ' Followed several minutes of intent; listening by Barnicle, then he said: “Mr. Rudolph is not a gentleman: that shows ’is feelings, don’t y’know. and that is what makes me sure that: Whatever is bothering him is serious. I,’ can tell when anything is aâ€"worryin’ him.” And, in a resentful tone: “ ’E' called me a satire. ’E ’as something. opened the richly carved door and poured himself a stiff peg of brandy. Having consumed this with evident relish, glass and bottle were replaced, the door was closed and locked, and then Barnicle moved with an air of stealth to the desk telephone. An hour later, satisfied that his master actually was in a sound slum- ber, Barnicle blinked at the bedroom door in a bewildered way, then at the cellarette. Next he produced a key, J‘Weil,” Van Vechten announced, “I am going to turn in now. And I want to be up by seven.” “You old satyr. Go to bed at a. de- cent hour, and to sleepâ€"mark that, Barnicle?â€"and you will find it no great hardship to rise before seven o’clock.” “Oh, it’s no ’ardship at all, sir; just â€"â€"erâ€"beggin’ your pardon, sirâ€"just a bit unusual, if I may be allowed to say so, sir.” “Where Is Paige Carew?” aged “I’m serious,” returned Tom, scowl- ing. “1 mean just what I say. I in- tend to go to work. Think of all the years I’ve squandered in idlenessâ€"” “A laudable ambition," commented his friend, still eyeing him curiously. “I never had a job myself. nor any desire for one; which, as has been pointed out to me more than once, is nothing whatever to my credit. What do you purpose doing, may I inquire ?” “Heaven forbid!” broke in his friend. “I can imagine only one thing that could set you to reflecting upon the desolate, dreary waste of your mis- spent life. And, mirabile dictu et visu, it has come at last! Who is this para~ gon of her sex that has quickened you?” “Believe me,” said Van Vechten earnestly, “I never was in a more sober mood in my life. Mayn’t I be permitted some vent for my stupefac- tion? You appear here, utterly unlike the chap I know, and sit for minutes, about as garrulons as a corpse, then overwhelm me with the amazing reve-. lation that you areâ€"at lastâ€"in love! Tom, my dear fellow, L feel as if I were participating in a miracle. Tell me frankly all about her.” “She has the tenderest, most mu. sical voice in the world,” said Tom “That’s the genuine poetic touch,” said his friend. “And her hair?â€"her eyes? Is she tall or shortâ€"Psyche, or Diana? Hebe, or Hippolyta?” “Iâ€"I don’t know,” stammeged Tom. Tom twisted and squirmed uneasily in his chair. “Dash it all!” blurted he at last. “I was an ass for oominghere; I might have known that you’d screw every thing out of me. ..When I say I don't know what she looks like, I mean just that, but it makes me out a blooming lunatic. But I haven’t seen her.~ I haven’t the least idea what she looks like. Yet I want ,to find her worse than. ever I wanted anything in my Tom answered with poorly assumed carelessness: “Over at Rocky Cove." Then unconsciously he began caress- ing the other wrist, whiCh also was discolored and swollen, Van Vechten observed. Tom flushed and tried to hide the telltale wrists, but finding this impos- sible he came suddenly back to earth. Tom colored again. “Shucks!” he growled sulkily. “A fellow might as well try talking seriously to an idiot.” fervently. The other’s aspect grew grave enough now. It was plainly manifest that, since they had parted Sunday, Tom had undergone an experience of some ind, that had affected him profound- “Suppose, ” said his friend sympa- thetically “you tell me all about her.” . And Tom did. He began with his day upon the waters of the sound. can “Ruddy,” he abruptly announced, “I mean to find a. job." “Rocky Cove'â€"h’-m. What’s hap- pened to your wrists?” Tom now slowly revolved his head and looked at Van Vechten, glassily. Without replying, he absently fell to caressing one wrist, which appeared to his companion to be somewhat swol- len and bruised. Van Vechten’s curi- osity mounted. A grunt from Tom was the sole re- sponse. He didn’t even trouble to look around. Then Van Vechten injected a note of cheerfulness into his next speech. “But it has turned delightful today.” “Uh-huh,” from Tom. “Great Scott!" cried the other im- patiently. “What’s the matter with you? Are you ill? Or is it moneyâ€"- or debts?”â€"-although he knew Tom to be a marvelously healthy animal, and that neither of the other two possibili- ties had power to disturb him in the least. “Where have you been?" he de- manded. Van Vechten surveyed him from time to time, growing more and more" puzzled, as the minutes passed with-' out sound or movement from his com- panion. Seeming all at once to become aware 0f the figure over by the window, Tom halted, uttered a faint “Hullo, Ruddy,” then proceeded to a chair beside Van Wechten’s into which he sank delib- erately. He sat gazing dreamily into‘ {the street, as inert as protoplasm. “'Well?” he dryly broke the silence. at last. “It was an invigorating show- 91' we had last night.” For one thing, Tom’s noiseless on- trance was in marked contrast to his customary boisterous arrival; a grave and thoughtful cast now sat upon his usually good-humored countenance, and he was contemplating Van Vechten with a preoccupied stare which plain- ly took no note of his surroundings. Barely had he made himself comfort- able in front of one of the windows overlooking the street, when the hall door again opened. He looked round and beheld Tom Phinney. Reserving his greeting until Tom drew nearer, he was about to turn away again, but something in Tom’s appearance and bearing abruptly struck him as being a bit cold. He gave the truant a. sharp glance. also one or two complete, but badly scratched list of names. One each of these Barnicle selected, carefully fold- ed and placed in his pocket. “Have lost my Cousin Paige Carew’s address. She will not write until she hears from me. Fear she is ill. Can Iyou supply her present address?” He left instructions that all replies be delivered at the Powhatan, whither he betook himself to wait. Hastening over to the writingotable, he went deftly through a number or papers. Van Vechten had left sev- eral rough drafts of the cablegram and and Ba’mlcle broke into activity Agam. _ In the meantime a 'taxi cab con- veyed Van Vechten to the nearest telegraph office, where he filed the following message, directed to each person on his list: -DWW “Beg pardon, Mr. Van Veehten,” said Alexander, “but I saw you wasn’t needing a paper this morning. Have {you seen teday’e Sphere 2" I Thenamestnrtledhhn. “Why did you not teil me that Miss ‘Carew was in England?” complained Bobby, regardless of the number at words. “Do not. know her present ad- dress, but will find it without fail be- fore night.” “I hope so,” sighed Van Vechten,, hastily tearing Open the other. 61h velopes. But his spirits steadily tell as he read. ,“No use. If she was now .or had? been at any of the places I have in‘ mind, some one of these persons.” tap: ping the messages, “would be sure to know it. I shall try a cable to her Paris address and see if it is forward- ed. And I shall also instruct Mr. Flint to get busy. I believe he will want to take a run over to Rocky Cove. . . . What is it, Alexander?” The page had approached during the Speaker’s concluding words, holding. ostentatiously in his hand. a newsme Their talk wandered far into the realm of speculation, carrying them over the luncheon hour and back to their seats in the lounge. It was profit- .less, and the entry of a messenger with a sheaf of cablegrams for Van Vechten came as a welcome diversion, although anticipation lent the inciq dent an unwanted excitement. ’ “At any rate if that hulking bruiser knows anything about Paige, he must be made to tell it; Flint can do what- ever he pleases with regard to the murder" He took them with trembling hands. The first proved to be from Bobby Massinger, who made it a point to pro- pose to Paige every time he met her. “It’s the sandy-haired chap that I‘ want to get at; I suspect he’s the mainspring of the whole affair, and in- dubitably Flint thinks so too. Flint’s a pretty clever chap; I respect him. more every time we talk. I believe he, is thoroughly dependable. “I was going to say that I am con- fident of this girl's innocence of any; wrongdoing, or even a suspicion of- wrongdoing. Such being the case, no harm can befall either of them from anything Flint and I do. But Tom was emphatically Shaking? his hwead “Thatâ€"except for the beau- tiful part of itâ€"could not be the girl who came to me in the dark. I don’t know why I know it, but I do. But go on with what you started to say.” “She is slender, her hair and eyes. are dark. She is very beautiful.” “Not the least,” replied Tom; “only wish I did. But she was mighty seri- ous and solemn about it, I can tell you Van Vechten nodded. “I saw her in the crowd at the alley, Sunday, and again at a window across the street while we were returning here. Wheth- er she is the girl in the dark or Jessie, I do not know; butâ€"” “Describe her,” Tom. eagerly inter- rupted. “You said that the girl who conduct- ed you from the Rocky Cove house, in- timated that you might indeed see her --soon-â€"under some strange condi- tions. Have you any Idea what she meant?’ . “To think,” he said finally, “that youâ€"of all personsâ€"should have blun- dered into an adventure like that! But, Tommy, it is unfortunate that you pledged yourself not to hunt for the house. I suppose it occurred to you that these people are the same who occupied thirteen-thirteen ?" Tom nodded. “Then listen to this,” Van Vechten pursued. “During your absence, Paige’s silence has assumed a really disquiet- Ing aspect; I am now deeply con- cerned about herâ€"even now am await- ing replies to a dozen or more cable- grams I sent off this morning. Her gold purse was found yesterday in that house.” His friend stared at him blankly. “How the dickens did it get there ?” he exclaimed. “To be sure. And what has hap- pened to my cousin? Those are two questions that I am extremely anx- ious to have answered as soon as pos- sible; questions that must be an- swered, in fact. Do you not see how your promise to the unidentified young lady has tied our hands at a vital mo- ment? After much more consideration of the difficulties confronting them, Van Vechten offered the following pro- ‘ “nook here, Tom.” Van Vechten all at once grew very grave, and there was a new tone in his voice that caught Tom‘s attention. “I am as in-, terested in one of those girls as you are in the other. Perhaps”â€"-â€"hesitant- .lyâ€"“we are both interested in the same one.” ’ ‘:Ruddy, I can’t stand for it,” Tom iqmetly, but none the less firmly, ob- jected. march for the Rocky Cove house, I am :‘not under any such restraint. Them This was the most astonishing dis- vclosure that Tom had yet heard. ‘You ‘7” he almost shouted his amazement. but managed to restrain the ejacula- tion that leaped to the tip of his tongue. His interest was now doubled. and he settled himself to harken to the narrative, which he followed thenceforward to the end with a con- ception that inspired Tom to genuine eioquence. At the close of the recital Van Vech- ten remained a long time absorbed in thought. At mention of the white-haired ser- vant, Van Vechten started violently. “HUVA “J wuvu A ww- â€"â€"v â€"'v" 31: no reason why Flint and I shoulci not run over there and have a try at: eluding this stage or his adventure with an account of the motorboat and its occupants. “Although you are bound not to n Mr: and Mrs. â€"have the horror to announce the marriage of their daugh- ‘ -L- A proof was taken and sent to the customer. A verbal 0. K. was given over the telephene. When the work was finished and delivered it: was dis- covered thab the announcement read Ye poor compositor with all his fa. alts, is not; the only one subject to £37 pogra phical errors. An order for an engraved wedding announcement was recently sent; to a copperplate en graver Under Tom’s expert guidance the; ,huge machine glided silently over to. Fourth avenue, across Union square to Broadway, and down that busy channel, as if it- were held within the speed limits only w1th the utmost dim- “This beats hunting taxis every. minute or so,” Van Vechten explained! Eto Tom, “and Ramley might as well be earning his wages. I’ll just keep him at hand for emergencies.” “Let Ramley go; I’d rather run the machine than listen to you talk, any-1 how,” returned Tom, candidly. “A: fellow might have a chance to think." Alexander went to fetch TOm’s mo-a toring gear from the cloakroom locker,: and Ramley was dismissed; Whereupon he forestalled further r91 partee by speedily hanging up and re- ‘suming his occupation of lurking,um pbserved but strictly vigilant, in the “Say. you Ramley hick, your boss Swants his biggest buzz-wagon at thei gawhatan, C. Q. D. J'get it? . . ’at’s that? . . . Who? Me? WelL: L'l’d rather be a fresh kid than a. pickled mutt. Beat it, youae, and don’t get ipinched on the way, else youse’ll be lchaein’ annuder job. ” The offer was considered seriously, and, to Tom’s satisfaction, favorably. “Perhaps,” Van Vechten returned, “it might be as well not to have too many witnesses in case anything very: private occurs; even the best of ser- vantsâ€"including Barnicle, of course â€"can be made to talk, it cleverly manipulated? Eneconced in one of the club’s. booths, Alexander soon got the sir-1 go and next Ramley. whom he than! addressed: "The Sphere? No. Let me nave 2t. . He flung the sheet open. And, there fin glaring headlines extending clear {across the front page, was a question {that struck him like a blow between . '. Alexander was upon the scene al-‘ most as if by magic, his mien one of childlike innocence. Van Vechten instructed: “Telephone the Kenmore garage and; have Ramley fetch my touring car here immediatelyâ€"the largest one.” “WHERE IS PAIGE CAREW? TAI: ENTED VIOLINIST MYSTERIOUSLY MISSING." £500 Reward. 2 When Rudolph Van Vechten rallied mm the staggering blow of the brutal scarehead, he contrived by a mighty leflort to focus his attention upon the lsensational news story that lay below, land which shrieked as loud as a lav- ish use of black ink and red ink and idouble leads could make it. There were smaller headlinesâ€"but visible fenough, heaven knowsâ€"which bore ,‘his uncles’s name and his own, and [most inconspicuously of allâ€"doubtless as being the least important factorâ€" _Mrs. Devereaux’s. And below this was a. smudged, two- column half-tone portrait, which may have been made from a photograph c' \is cousin. That Ramley not only got the im- port of Alexander’s message, but ap- preciated its urgency as well, was proved by his prompt appearance. “That,” gritted he, mutilating the. sheet with a vicious jab of his fist, “is damnable. If that meddling little re- porter were here I’d thrash him within an inch of his life. Lord. won’t Uncle? Theodore rage and tear his hair: when he sees it? Believe me, old chap,‘ there’ll be something doing now. boy go ?” ‘ In short so adroitly was the whole thing worded that the Sphere in no N committed itself; and however M38 Carew might reappear, and whats gever the subsequent explanation, it {would be good for another “front .9389” story, and the Sphere would have nothing to retract. Van Vechten, white with rage. gnashed his teeth. Glancing up to, ascertain whether he was the target “of too many curious eyes, and discov- ering that he and Tom were once more alone, he gave vent to a hushed but heated expression of his feelings. ! In the first place, it was made un- ' istakable that everybody who knew 1' should have known where Paige ew was, either would not tell, or e they did not know, and it was :demonstrated how this reticence was {conclusive evidence that she had en- countered some untoward fate. Every ssible change was rung upon the ex- ited query in the hectic headline: ‘Where is Paige Carew ?" Rudolph Van Vechten, prominent ubman and well-known society fa-i vorite, the missing girl’s fiance, had. been signally evasive in his replies. interview with him was quoted in and the allusive comments made appear as if he were at the time dis- ed to the verge of insanity. A recent celebrated abduction case was summarized, and certain similari- ties between it and Miss Carew’s punishment were “played up strong” -â€"the deliberate intention of course be- lng to insinuate that the girl had met with a like outrage. Continued héxt Week Alexander! Where did that; CHAPTER VI. our motto “He must increase, but I must decrease?" (John iii, 80.) The next day Jesus went Himself to find V Philip 0: Bethsaida, the city of An- , drew and Peter, and said to him, “Fol- ; low me." I cannot tell you why He sought Philip and went Himself to do it, but I am glad that He ever sought : me, though I fear that He has occasion . to say to me, as He did to Philip aft- er those three years. “Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known Me?" (John xiv, 9.) We i ail seem to become acquainted with Him so slowly. Oh, how patient He is with us. His “Follow Me” to Phil- ip (verses 48, 44) makes us think of i His resurrection word to Peter inchap- 1' ter xxi, 19, 22, and the application to . us is so helpful. It is easily proved by John xix, 14, where, at the sixth hour, which must I have been our 6 a. m.. Jesus was still .before Pilate, that John uses Roman time as we still do. Matthew, Mark and Luke use Jewish time. counting from 6 a. m. (Roman time) as the be- ginning of the day. so with them the third hour would be our 9 a. m., the isixth hour our 12 noon, and so on. Jesus was crucified at the third hour {Jewish time, or 9 a. m. Roman time 1 and our time. The darkness began at §the sixth hour and continued till the ’ninth (Jewish time) or noon till 8 lp. m. our time, when He died (Mark {M 33, 34; Mattxxvii,45, 46; Luke xxiii, 44). He met the woman at the well at 6 a. m. or 6 p. m. (John iv, 6), not at noon. Just remember that John counts the hours of the day as we do. What our Lord talked about i in this interview we may imagine from the previous chapter (Luke xxiv). where we read of His conversation on the way to Emmaus, and in the upper room that same evening. We know that one of the two men on this occa- sion was Andrew, and we may safely conclude that the other was John him- self (verses 40-42). for the evangelism have a way of not mentioning their own names when they are specially in the event. Philip soon found a friend, saying to him, “We have found Him of whom Moses in the law and the prophets did write." With a disdalnful word con- cerning Nazareth Nathaniel was per- suaded to come and see for himself. and soon he was heard exclaiming. “Rabbi, Thou art the Son of God; Thou art the King of Israel” (verses 45-49). Perhaps the word of J esue, “Before that Philip called thee, when thou wast under the fig tree, I saw thee." had something to do with his contes- sion. Only Be who knoweth our down- sitting and uprising and all our ways could say such things to any one (Ps. cxxxix, 1-4). It will help us greatly it we remember that we have to do with Him who knows us so thoroughly and to whom all things are naked and open. Our Lord’s next word to Nathaniel. “Thou shalt see greater things than these,” I have often taken to myself as I have seen many of the wonderful things He has wrought for us and through us. and then have I pleaded again His words in J er. xxxiii, 8. The last. verse in our lesson, which is an evident reference to Jacob‘s dream and vision at Bethel (Gen. xxviii. 12), makes me think that per- haps under that fig tree Nathaniel had been meditating upon this very thing. else why should our Lord refer to it? If my supposition is right, it is a con- firmation of Back. xi, 5. “I know the things that come into your mind, every one of them." Only in this gospel is this man mentioned by this name, but he is supposed to be the Bartholomew of the other gospels, as he is always mentioned as such with Philip (Matt. t, 8: Mark iii, 18; Luke yi, 14). The at mention of him is in John :11. 8. wherehsissssnasonsofthsssm THE INTERNATIONAL SERIES‘ We may also easily imagine that John found his brother James as quick- ly as Andrew found Simon. Are we as eager to bring others to Him, and does our talk about Him lead others away from ourselves to film, as John‘: “Behold the Lamb of God!" did? II SUNDAY SGHOUL Lesson III.â€"First Quarter, For Jan. 21, 1917. Text of tho Lesson, John i, 35-51. Memory Verses. 36-37â€"Gcldon Text, John E, 43â€"Ocmmentary Prepared by Rev. D. M. Stout-no. One of the wonderful and most in- teresting things in this first chapter of John is the many different names of the Lord Jesus. In this respect it is somewhat like Rev. i. He is called the Word of God, the Word made flesh, the Son of God, the Son of Man. the Lamb of God, the Messiah. the King of Isra- el, Jesus of Nazareth and other names. and each one hears a different revela- tion of Him to our souls. Let our heart cry ever be, “That I may know Him!" until we can say from the heart, “Yes, He is altogether lovely; this is my Beloved and this is my friend." (Phil. iii, 10; Song v, 16). When we are fully occupied with Him all else will seem different. As John cried the next day, “Behold the Lamb of Godl“ two of John’s disciples followed Jesus, and when He turned and said, What seek ye? they replied. Where dwellest thou? To which He answered. Come and see! This led to probably many hours with Him. for it was about the tenth hour (verses 35-39), which was not, as in the margin. two hours be- fore night. but. as we count time, 10 January 18, 1917. from DUI‘ buildings house. I“ hog housd The farm wire and. rails to i and P3314 Ca uld w (~11 LOTS 8: 'treetv ' V THE DUE one of t tario, is paying I [or sellin Durham, THAT Advet tisel; for each 81 double the1 Grey SPIRELL STORE! ,N o v . lat, uculars. ‘ BE PRO Philip h npply t Iht «99+ nitlon. exec-uh SI \Vi te? sak rent 20C \V i n This is! Holstt to R. SSCSS< )C I‘l m II’f R o!