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“This W0rld=Wide War has created demand for newspapers unprecedent- ed in history. about 3 3.111. and was startled to find he ‘was not beside her. She at once 620‘: up to 889 what detained hill? andégulllldd h-mgddegd on 1:23 ra' way. a evm en 1y slip'p 2.09 struck his 153d on the iron E. A. ROWE : Eggfecgmz: m00§§§‘§§§§§§§§§§§§§96 «#4 600000000 0.000000000990900 KILLED ON THE RAILROAD, i Jnfit as we go to press we learn . 0% deathsof G. Must- . ard Websterville. As Mrs. Must- ard was preparing to retire on Tuesday eveying, ‘he went across railâ€"Creemore Star. The tact, that Canada is in a state of war along with the mother country and 'heir Allies against the combined forces of Germany and Austria and the further fact that Canadian troops are on the firing line. will have the effect of increasing our interest in the struggle. The Chronicle clubbed with The Toronto Morning “’orld will be mailed to subscribers from now to the lst of January, 1916, for $3.50. Take advantage of this special offer at once as we are obliged to reserve the right to withdraw it without notice as the ramifications of the war may cause a very rapid increase in \the cost of white paper which will mean a much higher price for your newspaper OOQOQQQOQOQOQQOQO000000060 O 6 ¢O¢§§§§O§§§§§§O§§§§Q§OOO December 3, 1914. \V e have a large supply of First-Class l'lay constantly on hand, at lowest prices. Soverign, Eclipse and Pastry Flours OYSTERS AND FRUIT IN SEASON Every bag guaranteed; if not satisfactory we \\ ill return your money. A Large Quantity of Wheat and Barley Chop VVheat Chop, Chopped Oats \Vheat, Oats and Barley Chop Crimped Oats, f0] Horse Feed JOHN McGOWAN For all kinds of Bakery Goods Cooked and Cured Meats. All Kinds of Grain Bought at Market Prices. Special Reductions on Large Lots HAY 0N HAND T he Peoples Mills . A. ROWE’S TELEPHONE N0. 8. BLTYH’S CORNERS. We took in the morning anni- versary service at Hampden on Sunday last, and enjoyed one of the best sermons we have ever lis- tened to. by the Rev. Mr. Whaley of Durham. He certainly is a very gifted. forceful, and earnest preacher. The little touch-up we gave our municipal officials in our last budget re lagging behind evi- dently had some effect, with tho result that a very successful and enthusiastic meeting was helddn Doersamls Hall last Thursday af- ternoon. The principal speaker hailed from Berlin, Ont. and ap- parently fairly captivated the large audience. A committee of ten were appointed in Ayton to reappoint three people in each polling subdivision, and a thor- ough canvass of the township for the patriotic movement will be theloutcome. Mr Adam Keller, Sr., who has been residing in Orchard for the past couple of years, purchased a house and lot in Ayton, and mov- ed on Friday last. We have been looking, so far in vain for that wonderul report from your Corner “Gander” of their annual Sunday school enter- tainment. We fear too much ancient news may possibly sicken your Varney scribe. Nib up, old chap! This old world is full of sur- prises, some pleasant and some not so pleasant, but when the. tax collector dropped in on us a week ago we .were agreeably surprised to find our taxes cut in two. Our township council members are to be complimented on the good iudgment and management. Rev. Mr. Smith intends holding two prayer meetings in the moon- light nights in each month and began with a very good praver- meeting last Wednesday night. Wednesday evening mext, Decem- ber 2. will be the next [night Meetings begin at 7:30._ He has Mr. Dave Marshall lost a valu- able thoroughbred Hereford -cow lately. caused by a lump of chewed flax becoming fast in the passage into the stomach, there- by causing her to starve to death. The vet. pronounced it paralysis of the stomach. an improved method of con- ducting the same. Come and hear him. Friday evening next, De- cember 4, will be the next regular monthly meeting. We must trv hard and tumble to it. Instantly he turned. his head darting 'trom side to side like that of a giant reptile. He did not speak. Slowly his hands opened and closed. while a grin crossed his face. widened his mouth- a hideously inhuman grin. She tried to cry out. but her lips were frozen shut “Oh, wishing well, let me but hold In my hands the honor of my sweet- heart that I may give it back to him! Let me but serve his happiness and I shall ask for nothing more. Do with me as you desire. but grant my only wish.” She knelt beside the well, almost fearful of the magic powers he ascribâ€" ed to it He touched her lightly upon the arm. and she rose ohediently, her eyes glow- ing like jewels. Lightly he placed the ruby necklace about her neck. “One look in your eyes.” he said softly, his mellow voice breaking un- der the torment of what he knew to be a hopeless love. “is more beautiful, more rare. more precious to me than any jewel. Come!” Slowly. silently, yet in perfect under- standing. they moved back to the house. A Girl With One Idea. T was the following day that, lean- ing against the window grating of iron. she was astonished to find it bending before her. She looked more closely and was astonished to find that one bar had been cut cleanly through. She examined the remainder of the bars. They appeared absolutely untouched. but when she pulled harsh- ly at them every one gave way. Ready made was her means of escape. Breathlessly she watched his ap- proach. There was nothing undecided about his movements. He was swift; he was certain; he was sure. Not a motion, not a step was wasted. He was almost over the bed when Lucille sprang from her hiding place behind the door. “It is the ‘wishing well.’ " he mur- mured. "tho wishing well before which all who hm'p lnokod into the crys~ ta) ball and seen that their heart most dosiros must knee! and make re- quest It is the legend: but. ah!"-â€" He turned away to hide the swift contor- tion of jealuusy and pain that sufl’used his fave. That night, fully dressed} she stood beside the window looking out over the moon splashed patio. A furtive figure detached itself from the shadows and crept toward her. Strangely enough lt did not frighten her to recognize the butler. She crouched in the opposite side of the room listening to the faint ankle of snapping iron bars as the man de- tached the ends from their sockets. His head and shoulders appeared in the opening. He took the necklace. turning it idly about in his hands. then hungrily lifted his eyes to her face. as though inani- mate beauty was a thing of no account in comparison. He took her arm again and thoughtfully led her around (19 vious paths to a deep. sunken well. be- fore whieh he paused. a curious smile upon his lips. He had almost reached her side. With a gasp Lucille grasped a native vase that stood near and brought it down on his head with crushing force. 'As he sank to the floor with a moan there was a sound outside. and her mysterious friend. the lover who had promised his assistance. leaped lightly into the room. Reading his thoughts. yet hearing nothing, she moved toward the window and lifted her tiny foot as though to mount a horse. His hands cupped about it. She vaulted to the casement and in a second had scram- bled through. By her side stood the man. For a moment he waited. then urged her for- ward. She was free. free. free! or course there were pickets to be passed. but she had made one providentlal es- cape tonight, why not another? “And I do not care for anything ex- cept his happiness. He is my whole world. I would sacrifice everything for him and for his honor." She turn- ed swiftly. her hands reaching toward her neck and unfastening the ruby necklace. “Here. my friend. take this. It is all I have to give except my grati- tude. Take it and help me to the man I love.” “i see a face." she murmured softly, her voice very low and far away. “I see a face and a scene that is different from the one you see. I see Manila-â€" homehloved onesâ€"loved ones grieving for a girl they think is lost to them forever. I see a man, the handsomest. bravest, truest man in the worldâ€"the man I love. He is disgraced. He is heartbroken. He is giving up the sword he loved, the sword he swore to never lift save in defense of his coun- try’s honor and the honor of a woman; He is giving up all that life holds dear to him. just as he has long since been bereft of all he cared to have from lifeâ€"because I am imprisoned here. LUCILLE LOVE' “You must go back." he murmured boarsely. “I was mad to think of such a plan.” Continued from page 6. monstrous, hoary, gray palm tree, ne halted, staring through the slits of his mask into its clear depths. She trem- bled as she looked upon the flaming eyes so close to the reflection of her own face. Suddenly he tore the mask from him and tossed it to one side, closing his arm fiercely about her waist and drawing her soft cheek against his swarthy one. Together they stared into the ball. his eyes luminous with a wild love, hers moist with mingled sympathy and fear. Gently she disen- tangled his fingers. surprised at the numbness of them. the ease with which they responded to her will. CHAPTER XVII. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. The Matter ut‘ hours mtg out upon the silence. Lnnking hark, she mught glimpses of dark figures silhouetted against the tropical vegetatiun in the patio. A spurt or fire leaped out at them like a living thing. The Mexi- can muttered n guttuml oath and urg- ed his horse to more speed. Lucille bent over her horse's head. bent 10W, Brought It Down on His Head With Crushing Force. mg her on her way. The touch of a timid finger upon her arm brought her from her reveries. “The horses wait. my lady." Game a swift flashing of lights from the house they had left behind. a scur- ry of feet. the sound 0." rah-es. loud. shrill. insistent. The Meximn seized her arm fierc-ely and half dragged her from off the court to a clump of hush- es. where two horses stood saddled and hridled. in :1 sevond she was in the saddle. the man beside her He stiffened suddenly and a spurt of tears came from her eyes. Louder grew the shouts, the voices. The air was alive with long. darting flames. Loubeque’s hive was swarming. She leaped into the saddle once more and dug her heels into the horse's sides. Through the night she rode with the ripple of the Wishing well in her ears. Times, above the ringing of her horse’s hoofs, she would hear the shouts of those behind her. Now and then a message of lead would whine Its dreadful tale into her ears, but all these were growing fainter. less dis- tinct with every leap of the animal she bestrode. Hours, it seemed. she rode. with new er the slightest slackening of the mad pace to which she originally set her mount. He was lathered with foam. but she had no pity on him. Her brain was fiercely chaotic, wild with the bloody memories of the night. for the whine of bullets was in the air about them. Suddenly the Mexivan granted loud- ly. His hands shot high in the air; then the horse fairly ran from under him. Upon the ground he swayed a second; then leaped against the sha- dow of a giant fingered cavtns plant. Lucille sprang from her saddle and sought his side. Red, warm blood gushed from the wound in his chest. His eyes were glazing when she stooped and brush- ed her lips across his forehead. “Go!” be muttered. “Go!” Then his voice took on the resonant tone of a scant day or less before. “It is the ripple of the wishing well, my lady. Go! Ride-to the oneâ€"yourâ€" heartâ€"desires.” Behind her, Lucille could hear the JUI'SUit. Not a second could she spare for thought of regret. From now on she had every advan- tage. She was free and she knew where the stolen papers and documents were secreted in the mysterious house of inexplicable disappearing rooms and stairs. She had the diary of Hugo Loubeque in her possession. and she had the ruby necklace which was equivalent to vast wealth. She had the outward seeming of guilelessness. was girlish and delightfully efl‘eminate, but she knew the power of the claws she had, and her eyes rested fondly on the revolver which she found in a hol- ster attached to the Mexican’s saddle. even as she urged her horse to greater From where she watched she sud- denly noticed a stir among the men. From the interior of the shack sten- Continned on page 8. Across the trackless plain she rode with only the moon and stars looking down upon her. a wild. eerie figure of a bareheaded girl. Behind the pur- suit had died away and before there was nothing save a slender ribbon of water that the moon buried its face in contentedly. She heard voices, low pitched. yet carrying far in the silence of the night. instantly she drew rein and flung her- self to the ground, listening intently. Creeping cautiously to a slight rise. she looked down upon an adobe shack. before which a little squad of bare- footed Mexicans loafed idly, their brown hands lazily supporting old fashioned Springfield rifles, such as she recalled the soldiers of Uncle Sam to have carried in the old days. um; of Sight of the building she paused and looked about her. How calm and peaceful and friendly ap- peared the night! The moon was full. the stars winked merrily at her. urg- “Allen's, mes braves.” the Frmmh- man says. The Irish says “Whurroo. '” The Scotch savs, “Let ’em ha the unco cau’d bare steel the 1100 The English says. ‘Dpn’t \\ nit for us. for we’re a-comin too. With a line of fine. oldâ€"fashion- ed British bayonets.” King: Albert 0f the Belgians Was feelin’ rather sore, He reaches for the cudgc] behin" his kitchen door, He lays it on them Prussiuns and he lays it on some more, Says he, “The British bayomrts is a-comin” From a chest in the corner. which she hurriedly overhauled. she drew a similar suit to the one the little lead. er had worn. It would just about fit her, and she- must take no chances of trying to cross the Rio Grande attired as she was. Swiftly she changed. for every mo- ment now was precious to others as well as to herself. Daughter of Gen- eral Sumpter Love. she was afire with rage at the way the Mexicans had spoken of the border patrol of her country, the presumption of the plan she had heard outlined The gaudy :ostume fitted her beautifully, and the broad straw sombrero. with its weight of silver cording and tassels. made it easy for her feminine features to be unrecognizable even as it concealed her long hair. Kine: Albert was a-sittin’ at heme quite peaceful-like, , When three hundred thousand came goose-stemiin’ damn his pike, Says they “.We’re only doin’ of a friendly little hike: Do you happen to have seen the British bayoniets‘?” ped a gaudily dressed little Mexican, evidently an officer from the awkward salutes accorded him by the tatterde- malions gathered before the house. For some reason she could not ana- lyze.~ Lucille listened eagerly. her breath coming in quick. eager gasps as she overheard their daring plot to cross the river and stampede the cor- ral of an American ranchman. A lit- tle cry of delight came from her lips as she heard their allusions to the United States cavalry they must sift through before hoping for success. Her eyes were glittering with ex- citement when she stole cautiously to the adobe shack, peering inside slowly and carefully before entering. She knew all their plans. and her blood was boiling; but she also knew from what they had said that they. too, would be on the lookout for any upset to the well laid plot. She was well pleased with herself when again she mounted her horse. The beast had been ready to drop in his tracks any moment. and she had killed two birds with one stone while changing her costume. Cautiously to- ward the glittering ribbon of river she rode. her eyes always alert for any sign of the Mexican foraging party. The horse hesitated at the bank of the stream. but Lucille boldly urged Air: “When “'6; Were Mar in'g 'lhroug'h Georgia." Square-faced 'iommgy' ALI-Juan a husky figuhdng man. He has eaten up we {minus :31 his Kaiser’s war began. He hasn’t often fun'zied iL, an} (iiuni't often ran: But he hasnt a big: app-4111.- bayonets. him forward. Pay...“ 9; bllUO-Jh Vuiuxxu LCLIJLK. 1110111 In citing: this case the 111151151 editor acknowledges that it is reallv not needed to 811 112111111 the scientific assuumcc taut 11111 is practically painless, although 1111': 11101110111 is of 1111-111 111 21., interest to every i1un111 11 ...' that any incident wazich serves to iilumimm it is well-Worm pan-- helty. The malady progressed until all h0pe of his life was abandoned by the physicians. He lay oasz ing f(.2 r breath and appaientlv in the most intense agony. The 10nd hOUIS 01‘ the night were terrible to his family. who sat by [his bedsile (3;- meeting.)' the struggle to end at any moment. As he was a man of strong! 2011â€" stitutiom he became. better in the morn nine". finally returnino‘ to 11-- tire consciousness\ and upon 111111“ asked how he felt, declared Lo the amazement of all 1.11.111 he 111111 passed a most comfortable nip-J1: The conclusion arrived at is the same to which the scientific i11â€" vestig'ator has always adaher: d. Viz- that a merciful Nature so '11.; numbs the senses as he body 3 losin2 its hold upon physi: :11 life that t1e dying person is 01111111) unconscious of pain. Among the manV incident 5 which apparently shed light upon the matter one is mentioni‘d which occurred only the Otl1(l‘ day. It is the case of a man in his 80th year who was suddenl}~ prostrated by a very severe in- fluen-za. m l 0 An English scientific publication has recently given much space to a discussion of the old‘ butvcrv absorbing Question as to \vhetvitor the process of dying: is accompani- ed by conscious, physicgl vain. ‘ W'HY DYING USUALLY COMES WITHOUT PAIN. Chorusâ€" Chorusâ€" Chorusâ€"- Hurrah! Hurrah! VV 173-111 11.:11 ed for the Rhine. Hurrah! Huxrauh! VV 0 11 113 t 111 Prussian line. Forward! Let the Prussi.:111r.;s1. the 1‘3ritjs1n bayonetsxhig For they hate like 11111 L face the British buyout. Continued next week. BRITISH BAYONETS. Chorus. SI U he Soon that same bird‘ which was sinegless and lame Enabled its keeper to climb: And the little one feeble in mind became His guide to the regions sublime. The birds and the babes are dear to their King: And so are the feeble in mind: Thus angels are teaching the somgless to sing While seeking the good of mankind. â€"T. .WatSon. Listening to what the neigh- bors say over the partv line tele- phones is the subject of an article in the Literary Digest for last month. Accompanying this article is a cut of a woman who has the telephone receiver fastened to her ear by means of a cloth wrapped around her head while she sits at the sewing machine. Apparently she does not intend to lose a word of her neighbors’ conversation. All party line sub- scribers know what a nuisance this habit has become. It is a very common thing when you ring up a neighbor on the party line to hear many receivers lifted off all along the lime, and consequently you can hear children crying or dogs barking and many such .in- terruptions to your conversation. the country subscribers of one of the keenest pleasures and some of them will be very reluctant to forego the pleasure, however ille- gitimate it may be. W'hile others who use their phones for legiti- nate purposes only will consider Mr. Howard 3 public benefactor. The man who wins is the man who worksâ€" They brought him a bird with a broken winm And asked him to tend it with care: And though it might never be able to .sing They told him to nourish it there They brought him a child with feeble mind And fragile in nerve and limb: They charged him to alwavs be gentle and kind\ And care for the weak one for Him. The man who toils while the next man shirks. The man who stands in his deep distress W'ith his head held high in the. deadly press- Yes. ‘he is the man who wins. The man who wins is the man who stays In the uncaugiht paths and the rocky ways. And perhaps, who lingers. now and them To help some failure to rise again. Ah. he is the man who Wins. The man who wins is the man who knows. The value of pain and the worth of woes: Who a lesson learns from the man who fails. And a moral finds in his mourn- ful wails; Yes. he is the man who wins. W’en a feller is out of a job. You are scrawlin’ aroun’, but yer out of the game, You may hustle aboutâ€"but yer dead‘ just the same-â€" Yer dead, with no tombstone to pull up yer name, . “"011 a follcr is out of :1 job. Every man that’s a man wants to help push the world ' But he can‘t, if he’s out of ’a job; He is left out behind, on the shell he. is curled, W’en a teller is out of a job. Ain’t no juice in the. earth an’ no salt in the sea; Ain’t no ginger in life in this land of the free. An' the unch-rse ain't what it's cracked up to be, ““011 a fuller is out of a job. To stop this sort of thing, Mr. A. G. Howard of Nebraska has in- vented a device which will enable one to identify the eavesdronner. The difficulty will be to get all‘ party line users to consent to have the device attached to their phones. It will deprive _some of W’en a man has no part in the work of the earth. W’en a feller is out of a job. He feels the whole blunder of the mistake of his birth. W’en a feller is out of a iob. He feels he’s no share in the whole of the plan: That he’s got the mitten from Na- ture’s own han’: That .he’s a reiected an’ left-over man. For you’ve just lost your holt With the rest of the crowd, W’en a feller is out of a job. An’ you feel like a dead man, with nary a shroud‘ ___._ She is all out of kilter an’ out of repair. W’en a feller is out of a job. Ain’t no juice in the earth. an’ no salt in the sea; Ain’t no ginger in life in this land of the free, An’ the universe ain’t What it's cracked up to be, W’en a feller is out of a job. W’at’s the good of blue skies an’ blossomin’ trees.I W’en a feller is out of a iob. W’en your boy has large patches on both of his knees‘ “Pen 3 teller is out of a job. Them patches‘ I say.‘ look so big to yer eye, That they shet out the lan’scape an’ cover the sky‘ An’ the sun can’t shine through ’em, the best it can try, W’en a feller is out of 3. 10b. TELEPHONE EAVESDROPPING WHEN A FELLOW IS OUT OF A JOB. All nature is‘ sick from her heels to her hair, W’en a feller is_ put of _a job. . “7'74 LI THE MAN WHO \VINS. ANGELIC CHARGES. a teller is out of a iob. SEVEfl.