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.l‘HOS. ALLAN. Principal and Pro vincial Model School Teacher 1st Class Certificate. Intending Students should enter at the beginning of the ten-in if possible. Board canhe obtained at reasonable rates. Durham is a healthy and at- tractive town. making it a most desir- able place for residence. The record of the School in past years isa. flattering one. The. trustees are progressxve educationally and spare no ains to see that teachers and pupils ave every advantage for the pro- per presentation and acquistion of knowledge. FEES : $1 per month in advance REV. W. H. HARTLEY. J. F. _GRA.\'T, Chairman. Secretm The school is thornughlv equipped in teaching ability, in chmnicnl and elec- trical supplies and fittings. etc" fur full Junior Leaving and Matriculation work. Durham High School ++++++++++é++éé+++é%%é+++; Yonge and Charles streets. Tot-onto does not ask fox 3. better reputation than it already possesses. \Ve get gositions for manv students each vear atalogue free W. J. ELLIoT'r. Prim. 734 Young St. Fall Term Opens Sept. lst )fl) QLLIOTT fir’ ,m You may ask why the drop is not immediately evaporated or changed to steam. The answer is this: ‘The water vapor that inter- venes between its under surface and the red-hot stove is not a good conductor of heat: conse- quently the full intensity of the heat cannot get to the water itself, the only amount available for this purpose being that trans- mitted through the xapor. wide at. 25¢ per yard. ' Heavy Bleached Sheeting, 2 yds. wide at 400 per yard. Heavy 11-4 Flannelette Blankets white and Grey $1.50 pair Heavy 12 4 Flannelette Blankets white only $1.85 pair Our New Spring Prints are now in. Call and See Them. W. H. BEAN Big 4 ' ed top. Fine English Crepes. white and fancy 15c per ward Table Linens at 9" , 50c and 60c Grey Cppton fibeeting 2 yards LACE CURTAINS ' .. yds. long 40 ins. Wide 50¢ pair '..’ vds. long 42 ins. wide 75c pair 3yds. long 47 ins. wide $1.00 p lil’ 3 yds. long 47 ins. wide $1.50 pair All curtainshave the new finish- [V t V In The water can never touch the stove at all What you see is a few drops rolling rapidly over the surface- These become smaller and smaller until they entirely disap- pear. If the drops are on a perâ€" fectly level place it can be ”proved that they are not in contact with the stove itself by the fact that one can see under them to the other side of the rOOm What is the explanation? The bottom of the drop changes at once to steam or vapor on coming close to the hot surface This vapor is supplied by the drOp as it gradually goes awayâ€"in in other words. the drop rests on a cushion of vapor until it entirely disappears Spring Goods THE FIRST STEP WATER ”ON A RED-HOT STOVE “Thy is it impossible to throw a few drops of water on a red- h-ot stove? Perhaps you never knew that this can‘t be done He Sells Cheap S. P. SA UNDERS Machine Oil. Harness 011, Ame Grease and Hocp Ointment. go to Often mus-ans so much. It has meant success to thousands of young people who wrote for our Catalogue as the first-step toward a good salaried position. Take the step to-day. Ad- dress Central Business College, 395 Yonge St... Toronto. \\'.H. SHA\V. BIG4 '1 he Harnessn: ake :lI‘V uucus \V‘ltu Lyon sâ€"much fresher. NO, Mr. Sport, that cock won’t fight. Lyon reached here in the afternoon of the day before yesterday. He'd been visit- ing his traps upstream. He hadn’t been here more'n a few minutes and was lighting his pipe in the shelter there when he hears a voice hail him. He comes out and sees a man in a canoe shoved into the bank. That man shot him dead and cleared off-without leaving a trace.” “How can you be sure of all this?” “Because I found a pipe of tobacco not rightly lit. but just charred on top, beside Lyon’s body, and -a newly used match in this shack. The man that killed him come downstream and sur- prised him.” “How can you tell he came down- “He didn’t get here till Lyon been dead for hours. Compare tracks with_Lyon°sâ€"much fresher. the uuiiec and torn a hole at the base or the neck. The ground beside him was torn up as if by some small sharp instruments. The idea occurred to me that I would try my hand at detection. I went intc the shelter. There I found a blanket two freshly flayed bearskins and‘ a pack, which lay open. '1 came out again and carefully examined the ground in all directions. Suddenly looking up, I saw November Joe watching me with a kind of grim and covert amusement. “What are you looking for?” said he. “The tracks of the murderer.” “He didn’t make none." ground was torn. _ “The lumberman that found him- spiked boots," said November. “How do you know he was.not the murderer?” Big Tree portage is a recognized camping place situated between the great main lumber camp of Briston and Harpur and the settlement of St. strewn with tins and debris. On a bare space in front of the shelter, beside the charred logs of a campfire, a patch of blue caught my eye. This. as my sight grew accustomed to the light, resolved itself into the shape of a huge man. He lay upon his face. and the wind flut- tered the blue blouse which he was wearing. It came upon me with a shock that I was looking at the body of I'Ienry Lyon. the murdered man. November. standing up in the canoe. a wood picture in his buckskin shirt and jeans, surveyed the scene in si- lence, then pushed off again and pad- dled up and down. staring at the bank. After a bit he put in and waded ashore. In obedience to a sign I stayed in the canoe. from which I watched the movements of my companion. First he went to the body and examined it with minute care; next he disappeared within the shelter, came out and stood for a minute staring toward the riv- er; finally he called to me to come ashore. I had seen November turn the body over. and as I came up I was aware 01' a great ginger bearded face, horri- bly pale. confronting the sky. It was easy to see how the man had died, for the bullet had torn a hole at the base of the neck. The ground beside him was torn 00 as if b? ano crnnll char-n The rustle of the water as it hissed against our stem and the wind in the birches and junipers on the banks soon lulled me. I was only awakened by the canoe touching the bank at Big Tree. i He moved from the thighs, bending a little forward. However thick the un- derbrnsh and the trees. he never once halted or even wavered. but passed on- ward with neither check nor pause. Meanwhile. I blundered in his tracks until at last. when we came out on the bank or a strong and swiftly flowing river I was fairlv done and felt that bad the journey continued much £01129? 1 must have been forced to give in. November threw down his pack and signed to me to remain beside it. while he walked olI downstream, only to re- appear with a canoe. “Because, 11 he’d come ppm CHAPTER II. The Crime at Big Tree Portage. HAVE sometimes wondered wheth- er he was not irked at the pros- pect of my proffered companion- ship and whether he did not at first intend to shake me off by obvious and primitive methods. I had my work. and more than my work. cut out for me in keeping, up with November, who, al- though he was carrying a pack while I was unloaded. traveled through the woods at an astonishing pace. Before men leave camp they seem instinctively to throw such trifies as they do not require or wish to carry on with them in the fire. which is general- ly expiring. for a first axiom of the true camper in the woods is never to leave his fire alight behind him in case or a chance ember starting a forest confiagration. in following the tracks which led in all directions. Then once more he came back to the fire and methodically lifted off one charred stick after an- other. At the time I could not imagine why he did this, but when I under- stood it- the reason was simple and ob- vious as was that of his every action when once it was explained. I called out to him. His quiet pa- tience and an attitude as if rather de- tached from events fell away from him like a cloak, and with almost uncanny swiftness he was making his examina- tion of the camp. But I was destined to disappointment. for. as far as I could see. Joe discovered neither clew nor anything unusual. To begin with, he tool: up and sifted through the layers of balsam houghs which had composed the beds. but ap- parently made no find. From them he turned quickly to kneel down by the ashy remains of the fire and to ex- amine the eharred logs one by one. After that he followed a well marked trail that led away from the lake to a small marsh in the farther part of which masts of dead timber were standing in great profusion. Nearer at hand a number of stumps showed where the campers had chopped the wood for their fire. After looking closely at these stumps November went swiftly back to the camp and spent the next ten minutes The very first thing my eye lit upon caused me to cry out in excitement. for side by side were two heds of bal- sam branches that had evidently been placed under the shelter of the same tent cover. November. then, was right. Lyon had camped with some one on the night before he died. i We laid the dead man inside the fishack. and sat down beside a fire which we built among the stones on the bank of the river. Here November . made tea in true woods fashion. draw- â€"â€".~-- - â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€"-. ing all the strength and bitterness from the leaves by boiling them. 1 was wondering what he would do next. for it appeared that our chance of catch- ing the murderer was infinitesimal. since he had left no cleW save the mark on the bank where his canoe had rested among the reeds while he fired his deadly bullet. 3 put my thoughts into words. “You‘re right," sald November. “When a chap who's used to the woods life takes to crime. he’s harder to lay hands on than a lynx in a alder patch." So we set out upon our walk. Noâ€" vember soon picked up Lyon's trail, leading from Big Tree portage to a disused tote road. which again led us due west between the aisles of the for- est. From midday on through the whole of the afternoon we traveled un- til Joe found the deserted camp. “He couldn’t trust her; the currents sharp and would put the dead man ashore as like as not.” he replied. “And if he'd landed to carry it down to his canoe, he’d have left tracks. And more’n that, Lyon might ’a’ laid in that clearing till he was a skeleton. but for the chance of that lumberjack hap~ pening along. There’s one fact you haven’t given much weight to. This shooting was premeditated. The mur- derer knew that Lyon would camp here. The chances are a hundred to one against their having met by ac- cident. The chap that killed him fol- lowed him downstream. Now. suppose I can find Lyon’s last camp, 1 may learn something more. It can’t be very far oti'. for he had a tidy sizm pack to carry. besides those green skins. which loaded him a bit. And. anyway. it’s my only chance.”- u" V Vhy did not the murdere-r sink Lyon‘s body in the water? It would have been well hidden there.” In this case November had taken 01! “The river’s too wide to shoot across, and. anyway, there’s the mark of where the canoe rested again the bank. No, this is the work of a right smart Woodsman. and he’s not left me one clew as to who he is, But I’m not through with him, mister. Such men as he needs catchingâ€"Jet’s boil the kettle.” “You say the shot was fired from a canoe?” ' shack,” said November with admiraEI; patience. Lyon wouxu a Been mm [Tutu fl “You can help me here it you will,” said November as we paused before the larger oi.’ the stores. “01' course I will. How?” “By letting ’em think you’ve engaged me as your guide, and we’ve come in to St, Amiel to buy some grub and gear we’ve run short of.” “an right.” And with this arrange- ment we entered the store. Continued; on me 7. on. I had never before visited the place. and I found it to be a little col- ony of scattered houses straggling be- side the river. It possessed two stores and one of the smallest churches I have ever seen. to St. Amiel, arriving the following evening. About half a mile short of the settlement November landed and set up our camp. Afterward we went “I'll tell you, it you want to hear. when I've got my man-if I ever do get him. One thing more is sure, he is a chap who knew Lyon well. The rest of the job lies In the settlement of St. Amlel. where Lyon lived.” We walked back to Big Tree portage and from there ran down in the canoe “But how can you have found out all that?" I said at last. “If it’s correct it’s wonderful!” As November reeled off these details in his quiet low keyed mice I stared at him in amazement. “There might be some you haven’t mentioned.” he answered warily. “What are they?” ' “That the man who killed Lyon is thick set and very strong; that he has been a good while in the woods With- out having gone to a settlement; that he owns a blunt hatchet such as we wood chaps call ‘tomahawk No. 3;’ that he killed a moose last week; that he can read; that he spent the night before the murder in great trouble of mind and that likely he was a religious kind 0’ chap.” “I suppose there are other indications I haven't noticed.” I said. The thing seemed so absurdly ob- vious that 1 was nettled. “Why did not the murderer sink Lyon’s body in the water?“ now camp one bed 0’ boughs is fresher than the other.” in: my look of perplexity. he added pityingly: “We’ ve a westerly wind these 1ast two days. but before that the wind was east and he camped the fixst nighq with his beck to it. And in the “One was here for three days, the other one night,” corrected November “How can you tell that?” November pointed to the ground at the far side of the fire. “To begin with, No. 1 had his camp pitched over there,” said he; then, see- “I can see that two men slept nude: one tent cover. that they cut the wood for their fire in that marsh we visited and that they were here for a day. perhaps two.” “Well,” I said. as he touched the end of a burning ember to his pipe. “has this camp helped you?” “Some." said November. “And you?’ He put the question quite seriously though I suspect not Without some in. ward irony. November spent another few min utes in looking everything over a see and time. then he took up his ax and split a couple of logs and lit the fire Over it he hung his inevitable kettle and boiled up the leaves of our morn- ing brew with a liberal handful fresh ly added. I was glad he had at last found something to go upon, for. so far. 131! camp had appeared to produce pal-st moniously little that was suggestive Nevertheless, I did not see how thil little bit of spruce, crudely fashioned and split as it was, would lead us very nearly every bit or wood beforé 3 heard him utter a smothered exclama- tion as he held up a piece of stick. I took it into my own hands and looked It over. It was charred. but I saw that one end had been split and the other end sharpened. “What in the world is it?” I asked. puzzled. November smiled. “Just evidence," he answered. ' $31? 1 .. .:.,-. ' $+'H.'%,M0:’O? ‘HQ."V'Q ."H‘OW"Q%'”".‘%’H"“ McFadden’s Old Stand Important to Householders Having purchased the stock of W. J. McFadden and moved my stock in with his, the store is now filled with Pianos. Organs, Sewing Machines and Musical In- struments of all kinds in the highest and best grades. We are crowded for room and the stock must be moved out, and moved quickly. This is important news to all House- holders in need of any of the goods we handle. The prices are right.‘ on hand. 1’a 1"IIIPI‘S and Stock 0w tity of this Exvellent Conditioner Fee-ding. Nothing equals it for Y Makes Milcn Cows Milk and puts I for set-ding; in fact, it makes every new should lay i fur Spring and 01111;: Pigs. (‘ul ‘lnrses in prime ‘ thing go that it's Although it advanced $2.00 per ton wholesale we a it at the same old print). $2.«_m per single sack, $1.!» in half [on lots and $1.85 in ton lots. Everything in our line at; lowest mime fur (‘- Now Reduced to $ 5 5 O Runabout $480 C. SMITH 6: SONS Durham, Ontario. Prices f.o.b. Ford, Ontario “'9 have a quantity of the. <:+:a+ee+4:z +++p++++a+++e++++¢a++++ “MADE IN CANADA” . Snell suomu 121V 1:) a «man- Spling and Summer g Pigs. Calves. Etc. :95 in prime mnditinn 0' 00 that its bad [0. 10198319 we are selling Io sack, S]. {m p81 sea 1: 3 "Ann“ 19, 1915'. Durham