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MT. and Mrs. Will McFadden and baby Gladys, spent the first of the week at the Cook homestead If humanity and the beasts were removed from the roads and ‘Iields of Glenelg. in ten years it would all be re-forested. as go where you will. thousands upon thousands of maple keys have given life to little plantlets that already are bearing their second pair of leaves. Mr. Hilf,‘ Mrs. Colin McArthm's father, recently met with an acci- dent in Owen Sound which result- ed in a broken leg. He has been brought to the M'cArthur home, where the best of care and nurs- ing is being given him. The “Red Front” , Hardware ‘ Zion Sunday school re-opened for the season last Sunday. The following are on the teaching and official staff: Misses Mary McAr- thur, Jennie Cook. Ena McNally, Mary-.Peart, Mrs. W. Jack and your scribe. We a re Headquarters for Ckean-Up. Paint-Up Materials a s w e ll as Paint. Mrs. A. 0 Blair and Master Georgie, spent last week with her parents in M'arkdale. Mrs Geo. Blair left on Saturday to spend a couple of months with her daugh- ter, Mrs. Louis Frook, of Proton Clean Up Back Yards and Front Yards.â€"Keep the Grass tidy, and well cut. - Mr. and Mrs. “7m McNally re- turned to the old home on the 6th concession on Saturday, from Grand Rapids, Mich, and will re- main during the summer. Thcir eldest daughter. M'rs. Pelton, ac- companied them on the trip. and is remaining a few days. PaintYour Home on a .pile of stones, causing:P an ugly scalp wound, which required six stitches to close. in the “Brighten-Up” “Paifi-Up’fampaign "ttle Joe Quillinan had a close call last week. He was riding :1 fractions colt, that made :1 mon- ster leap and nthen stepped ab- ruptly, throwing him head first Mfr. “7m. Greenwood is in his 70th year, yet one day recently he sowed a 10-acre field of grain bx hand, and droxe some stock four miles, beside. IF it needs it. paint the fenc- es and outbuildings. Properlv painted buildings keep in good condition. and so . save expensive repairs. Well minted buildings ' are a source of pride to the owner and add greatly to the selling value of the property. WE carry the celebrated Sher- win-Williams paint. The best without a doubt-and the price is right. Also \ar'nishes, colors, oils, glass, etc., at . . ' moment 111 me semi-final of the tennis oun ' . C c1110r y oung consxders last 3 championships he might have won the week an unlucky one about his! cup. He was quite philosophic “bait premises, as he had a ‘big steer; it. though. and never apfiared gar: . . , . t to 0 m so a lulled by .hghtnmg. and a few proach a e r treatinfi bily. . days later he fell off the roller He was always nearly doing some- and broke three of his ribs. thing- and kent Mrs Chichestm- in a D50 Ymnr Sharé Mr. Barry Gray arrived home on Saturday from Stratford, Where he was busy timbcring all. winter. - M'r. Herb Allen has his new brick house up’and {he roof on. The Lawrence Eros. of Hanover are rustlers to lay brick. Seeding is. fairly well on the way, about one third having fin- ished. ’WE want to have the cleanest and neatest looking town in the Dominion. so let every cit- izen do his share to fix things up around hi5 own home. . May 6. 1915. . BlaCk .TRAVERSTON. “N onsense!” said the bewildered son. “Really?” asked the placid daughter. “Our bank has failed! Every penny your poor father left me was in it!” waned Mrs. Chlchester. “We re noth- insâ€"nothing! We’reheggarsl" . ' A horrible fear for a moment gripped Alarlcâ€"the dread of poverty. He shiv- ered. Suppose such a thlng should really happen! Then he dismissed it with a shrug of his shoulders. How perfectly absurd: . Poverty, The Chlchesters beggars? Such non: sense! He turned to his mother and found her holding out a letter and 'a newspaper. He _took them .hoth 1nd Ethel moved slowly across, thinking vaguely that somethingth have dis~ agreed with her mother. “What is it. mater?" crled Alarlc. “Mother!” said Ethel, with as nearly a tone of emotion as she could feel. It was 11:30, and precisely at that time every morning Ethel practiced for half an hour on the pianoâ€"not that she had the slightest interest in music, but it helped the morning so much. She would look forward to it- for an hour befOre and think of it for an hour afterward. and then it was lunchtime It'practically filled out the entire morn- Mrs. Chlchester looked up as her be- loved children came toward her’. and real tears were inher eyes, and a real note of alarm was in her voice: “011. Ethel! 0h. Marie!” Alarlc was at her side in a moment. He was genuinely alarmed. . Alaric. returning from a long walk. alone-during which he had almost de- cided to become a doctorâ€"walked in through' the windows from the garden into the living room and found his mother in tears. an open letter in her hand. This was most unusual. Mrs.Chiches- ter was not wont’to give vent to open emotion. It shows a lack of breeding. So she always suppressed it. It seemed to grow inward. To find her weeping â€"and almost audibly-impressed Alaric that something of more than usual im- portance had occurred. “Hello, mater!” he cried cheerfully, though his looks belied the buoyancy of his tone. “Hello! What’s the mat ter? What's up?" At the same moment Ethel came in through the door. And so the Chichester family pur- sued an even course, only varied by Alaric's sudden and definite decisions to enter either public life, or athletics. or the army, or the world of artâ€"it was really extremely hard for so well equipped a young man to decide to limit himself to any one particular pur- suit. Consequently he put off the final choice from day to day. Suddenly a most untoward incident happened. Angela‘s death the following year did not relieve the situation. If any- thing. it intensified it. since she left a baby that. naturally, none of the fam- ily could possibly take the slightest notice ofâ€"nor interest in. - It was tacitly agreed never to speak of the unfortunate incident, especially before the children. It was such a terrible example for Ethel and so dis- couraging t9 the eager and ambitious Alaric. Consequently Angela’s name was never spoken inside of Regal Villa. V o Angela’s wretched marriage had up- set everything-driven Nathaniel to be, a recluse and to close his doors on.‘ near and distant relatives. ! Mrs. Chlchester had long since aban. ; doned any further attempt to interest! n her brother Nathaniel in the children. Whne her mother admired Ethel’al lofty attitude of indifference toward; the world. a manner that bespoke the aristocrat, she secretly chafed at her daughter 3 lack of enthusiasm. I How different from Alaric. always full of nearly new ideas always about toi do something. Alaric kept those around! him on the alert. No one ever really; knew what he would do next. On the; other hand Ethel depressed by her i stolid content with everything about; her. Every one knew what she would i doâ€"or thought they did. I “We’re ruined!” sobbed Mrs. cm”. Her daughter. Ethel, on the other hand. was the exact antithesis to Alar- lc. She had never shown the slightest interest in anything since she had first looked up at the man or medicine who ushered her into the world. She re- garded everything about her with the greatest complacency. She was never surprised or angry or pleased or de pressed. Sorrow never seemed to af~ tect herâ€"nor joy make her smile. She looked on life as a gentle brook down whose current she was perfectly con- tent to drift undisturbed. At least that was the efl‘ect created in Mrs. Chichester’s mind. She never thought it possible there might be latent pos- sibilities in her impasslve daughter. He was always nearly doing some- thing. and kept Mrs. Chlchester in a lively condition or trusting hope and occasional disappointment. She knew he would "arrive” some dayâ€"come into his own. Then all these half reward- ed efforts would be invaluable in the building of his character. Continued from page 6. Alaric was 'the elaer. l‘n him Mrs. Chichester took the greater pride. He was so nearly being great-even from infancy-that be continually kept his mother in a condition of expectant wonder. He was nearly brilliant at school. At college he almost get his degree. He just missed his “blue” at cricket. and but for an unfortunate ball dribbling over the net at a critical moment in the semi-final of the tennis championships he might have won the PEG O’MY HEART the But Ethel. reared from infancy in the environment of independenceâ€"it would come very hard and bitter on her. Alaric just touched Ethel's hand. and with as much feeling as he could mus- ter he said: “Shocking. tough. old girl.” Ethel shook her head almost deter- minedly and said somewhat enigmati- cally and for her heatedly: “No!” - ' “No?" asked Alaric. “No-what?" “Charity 1" said Ethel. “Cold blooded words.” and Alarlc shuddered. “What will you do, Ethel?” “Work.” v ' “At what?” “Teach." “Teach? Who in the wide world can you teach '1’” “Children." Alaric laughed mirthlessly. “Oh." come. thats rich! Eh, mater? Fancy Ethel teaching grubby little hrats their A B C’s! Tush!“ “Must!” said Ethel.‘ quite unmoved: _ “A Chichester teach?” said AlariC. “Very well,” said Alaric determine-(L 1y. “I‘ll work too." . ‘ Mrs. Chichesjer looked uppieadingl’y. Alarm wenton: "I’ll put my hindjo “Settled!" from Ethel. and she swept her fingers elem; _across the piano. ‘1‘. _ “Whoever shelters we must shelter Ethel as _,well ’.' replied the mother sad- ly. “But its hardâ€"ht my ageâ€"to beâ€" sheltered." Alaric looked at Ethel, and a feeling of pity came over him. It was dis- tinctly to,bis credit since his own wrongs occupied most of his attention. But, after all, he could bufl’et the world and wring a living out of it. All he had to do was to make up his mind which walk in life to choose. He was fortunate. “Don‘t you think we‘ll get any- thing?" By accident he turned to Ethel. She smiled meaninglessly and said for the first time with any real note’ of conviction: “Nothing!” Alaric sat down glunmily beside bin mother. “1 always thought bank direccora â€"-- \ wpre 'bfighters. Good béévezis, what a mess!" He looked the picture of mis- ery. “What‘s to become of Ethel, mater?" “It’s bankrupt!" waned Mrs. Chi. chester. "Fflilfi‘d?’ suggested Ethe! cheerfully. “We’re beggars," continued the moth- er. “I must live on charity for the rest of my fife, the guest of- relations I've hated the sight or and who have hated me. It‘s dreadfulâ€"dreadful!" An Alaricfs first glow of manly en- thusiasm began to cooL Alaric rose and, drawing himself up to his full five feet six inches of man- hood. glared malignantly at some imag- inary bank officizzis. His whole nature was roused. The future of the famiiy depended on him. They would not de- pend in min. He looked at Ethel. who was trying to make the best of the business by smiling agreeably on them both. I think of ’em. They can't play the fool with me. I should think not, in- deed. Listen. mater. You‘ve got a son. thank God. and one no bank can take any liberties with. What we pm In there we‘ve got to have out. That's all I can say. We’ve simply got to have it out. There! I‘ve. said It." CHAPTER XI. The Chichesters. ‘ LARIC sat on the edge of her chair and put his arm around her shoulder and tried to com tort her. “Don’t you worry, mater.” he said. “Don‘t worry. I'll go down and tell ’em what I think of ’emâ€"exactly what Poor. Mrs. Chichester shook her head sadly. “Everything gone!" she moaned. “Ruined, and at my age!” He looked at Ethel. who was sur- reptitlously concealing a yawn and was apparently quite undisturbed b'y the appalling news. He found no in- spiration there. Back he went to his mother {or support. “What right have banks to tail? There should be a law against it. They should be made to open their doors and keep ’em open. That’s what we give ’em our money forâ€"so that We can take it out again when we want it.” read them with mingled amazement and disgust. First the headline of the newspaper caught his eye: “Failure of Gifl'ord‘s Bank.” Then he looked at the letter: “G word's bank suspended business yesterday!" Back his eye traveled to the paper: ’ _ “Gifiord's Bank Has Closed Its “Closed its doors. indeed!” hewent on. “Why should it close its doors? That’s what 1 want to know! Why- should-it?" And he glared at the un- oflending letter and the noncommittal newspaper. ‘Something. was Ipected of him-at any rate. lndignation. Well. he was certainly indignant. “Now, that’s what I can a downright. rotten, blackguardly shame-a black~ guardly shame!“ His voice rose in tones as it increased in intensity until it almost reached a shriek. “We‘re rumedf'"reiterated Mrs. Chi. Chester. ’ Then the real meaning of those cryp tic headlines and the businmlike iet- ter broke in on Alaric. All the Chiches- ter blood was roused in him. He was quite unable at first to graSp the fun significance of the contents of that letter and newspaper. He turned to Ethel: ‘ Eh?" he gasped. “Pity.“ she murmured. trying to and a particular piece of music among the mass on the piano. Doors "9 plow.“ The more {.Jh3nk'a «t j: the TEE DUB“ QHRONIC ed ’at the date. “What‘s todayâ€"the lst? Yes. so it. isâ€"June the lst. Jerry’s coming todayâ€"all his; family Continued on page 8 Alaric Drew Himself to His FulI Height. “Please don‘t laugh in that cheerless way, Ethel. It goes all down my Spine. Jerry’s always telling _ me I ought to do somethingâ€"that the world is for the workerâ€"and all that. .Be’s right, and I‘m going to show him}: He suddenly picked up the paper and look- Again came jth’at deadly. cold un- sympathetic “Ha 2" from Ethel. “Notat all," said Alaric. “I’m just tingling all over‘ at the thought of it. The only reason I haven’t so .far 13 because I’ve never had to. But now that l have I’ll just buckle on my armor. so to speak. and astonisb you all.” At this Ethel laughed a queer. little. odd. sukercilious note, summed up In a single word, "Ha!” There was noth- ing mirthful in it. There was no re- proach in it. It 'was just an expres- sion at her honest feeling at the bare suggestion of her brother worming. Alaric turned quickly to her. “And may I ask why that ‘88?- Why, I ask you? There‘s nothing I couldn’t do if I were really put to it -not a single thing. 15 there. mater?" His mother looked up proudly at him. “I know that, dear. But it‘s dread- ful to think of you~worklng." keener I am to begin. From today I‘ll be a workingman." . 0‘ o96006.00099660066000§$t§ II:I.I'II..'III :0: 9¥¢§OO§O§§§§OO+ #6 95...?099900 090999090 0 oooooooooooooooo o OfiofizOOOOOggOMaéQQgg‘W t¢¢$¢¢@¢¢+ 0.00 O¢¢¢ a. 0 «.6. 00. V6.0 . A. ROWE : OYSTERS AND FRUIT m SEASON The People’s Mills \Ve have a Quantity of the celebrated Molassine Meal on hand. 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