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Craps in this locality. in keeping with the Province over, are the exceptionally hard to harvest. Very few farmers around this locality will Some of our farmers have tnrasnea their Fall W'beat. The “1193: is a. good sample and the yield a. 800d average. Miss Neila Marshall who was among the luckly few who were successful in the recent examinations in Durham leaves shortly for Stratford where she intends to take a Normal course. W’e congratulate Miss Neila and wish he:- continued success. - C I ‘ _ ‘4 finish in August. this year. Autos for hire.-â€"-Competent driv- era furnish-ed and rates moderate. The Garage. 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It has meant success to thousands of young people who wrote for our Catalogue as the first step toward agood salaried position. Take the step tooday. Ad- dress Central Business College, 351).") Yonge St... Toronto. “UH. SHA\\'. He Sells Cheap BIG4 Chairman. 'lhe Harnessmake as have thrashed The \"heat is a. the vield a. good President nt of space a big rush for Secretarv CHAPTER III. “Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron." 0 sooner were we away than I put my eager question. “What do you think of it?" Joe shrugged his shoulders. “Do you know any of. these men?” “All of them.” “How about the fellow who is on bad terms with”â€" November seized my arm. A man was approaching through the dusk. As he passed my companion hailed him. “hello. Baxter! _ Didn’t know you’d 3 come back. Where you been?” 1 “Right up on the headwaters.” ! moose?” “Nary one: nothing but red deer.” “Good night.” “So long.” “That settles i ” said November. “It he speaks the truth, as I believe he does. it wasn’t either of the Gurds shot Lyon.” . “Why not?” i “Didn’t you hear him say they hadn‘t seen any moose? And I told you that the man that shot Lyon had killed a moose quite recent. That leaves just Miller and Highamsonâ€"and it weren’t “You’re sure of that?” “Stark certain. One reason is that Millefie gyove 51; foot. and the man by six inches. Another reason. You heard the storekeeper say how Miller and Lyon wasn’t on speaking {ermg Yet the man who shot Lyon camped with him-slep’ beside him-must 'a' talked to him. That weren’t Miller.” His clear reasoning rang true. “Highamson lives alone away up above Lyon’s,” continued November. “He’ll make back home soon.” “He won’t ’a’ done that. It ’ud be as good as a confession. No. he thinks ne’s done his work to rights 22’. has nothing to fear. Like as not he 5 back home now.” The night had become both wild and Mastering before we set out for Hig- hamson’s but. and all along the forest paths which led to it the sleet and snow of what November called “a 1‘98! mean night” beat in our faces. _ 1t waswblack dark or nearly so when at last a building loomed up in front of us. a faint light showing under the door. “You there, Highamson?" called out November. As there was no answer, my com- panion pushed it open. and we enter- ed the small wooden room. where on a single table a lamp burned dimly. He turned it up and looked around. A pack lay on the floor unopened, and a gun leaned up in a corner. "Just got in," commented Novem- ber. “Hasn’t loosed up his pack yet.” He turned it over. A hatchet was thrust through the wide thongs which bound it. November drew it out. “Put your thumb along that edge," he said. ”Blunt? Yes? Yet he drove that old hatchet as deep in the wood as Lyon drove his sharp one. He’s a strong man." As he spoke he was busying him- self with the pack, examining its con. tents with deft fingers. It held little save a few clothes, a little tea and salt and other fragments of‘ provi- sions and a Bible. The finding of the last was, I could see, no surprise to November. though the reason why he should have suspected its presence re- mained hidden from me. But I had begun to realize that much was plain to him which to the ordinary man was invisible. Having satisfied himself as to every article in the pack, be rapidly re- placed them and tied it up as he had found it. when I. glancing out of the small window, saw a light moving low among the trees, to which I called Noâ€" vember J oe’s attention. “It’s likely Highamson,” he said. “coming home with a lantern. Get you into that dark corner." I did so, while November stood in the shadow at the back of the closed door. From my position I could see the lantern slowly approaching until it flung a gleam or light through the window into the hut. The next mo- ment the door was thrust open, and the heavy breathing or a man became umation that he had 01' our presence was November‘s “Hello!" Down crashed the lantern, and its bearer started back with a quick. hoarse gasp. “Who’s there?” he cried. “Who”â€" “Tbem as is sent by Hal Lyon.” Never have I seen words produce so tremendous an effect. Highamson gave a bellow of fury. and the next instant he and November were struggling together. I sprang to my companion’s aid, and even then it was no easy task for the two of us to master the powerful old man. As we held him down I caught my first sight of his ash gray face. His mouth grinned open. and there was a terrible intention in his staring eyes. But all changed as he recog- nized his visitor. “November! November J 0e!” cried he. “Get up!" And as Highamson rose to his feet. “Whatever for did you do it?” asked November in his quiet voice. But now its quietness carried a men- ace. “bo what? I didn‘tâ€"I”â€" 8131):!!!)- son paused. and there was something unquestionably fine about the old man as -be added; “No. I won't lie. It’s true I shot Hal Lyon. And what’s more it it was to do again I'd do it again. It’s the best deed I ever done. Yes, I say that. though I know it’s written in the book. ‘Who so sheddeth man’s blood. by man shall his blood be shed.' " “Why did you do it?” repeated No vember. Highamson gave him a look. M‘gllfltefl gin. ‘Imd'id it‘fgr my little Janey‘s are He Was her hnsband. See lien-L I’ll tell you why I shot Hal Lyon. liongyof the first week of last month I went 81653; 29c}: into Eh woods trapping muskrats, T was gone more‘n the month. and the day I come back I went over to see Janey. Hal Lyon weren't there. If he had been I shouldn't never ’a' needed to travel ec far to get even with hm. hm that's neither here nor there. He'd some to his bear traps above me 'l‘ree Hit! the night before he left he'd gut In one u! And_the__Next jnstant He and Novem. wwâ€" ber Were Struggling Together: his quarrels with my Janey. Hit her, he did. There was one tooth gone where his-fist fell.” Never have I seen such fury as bum. ed in the old man’ 5 eyes as he groaned out the last words. '4 “Janey, that had the prettiest race for fifty miles around. She tried to hide it from meâ€"she didn’t want me to know. But there was her poor face all swole and black and blue and the gap among her white teeth. Bit by bit it all came out. It weren’tthe first time Lyon ’d took his hands to her, no, nor the third nor the fourth. There on the spot as I looked at her I made up my mind I’d go after him. and I’d make him promise me, aye, swear to me . on the Holy Book, never to lay hand on her again. If. he wouldn’t swear I’d put him where his hands couldn’t reach her. Lioundmm camp- a‘lu.-~C-§§ WM “fie-ow.-- '. yâ€"u-n near his traps. and I told him I’d seen Janey and that he must swear. He wouldn’t. He said he’d learn her to tell on him. He’d smash her in the mouth again. Then he lay down and slep'. I wonder now he weren’t afraid of me, but I suppose that was along or me being a quiet. God tearing. chap. Hour by hour I lay awake, and then I couldn’t stand it no more. and I got up and pulled a bit 0: candle I mm (mm my pack. fixed up a candlestick and looked in my Bible tor guidance. And the words I lit on were ‘Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron} That was the gun clear enough. Then I blew out the light. and I think I slep', for I dreamed. “Next morning Lyon was up early. He had two or three green skins that he’d took on! the day before, and he said he was going straight home to smash Janey. I lay there. and I said nothing. black not white. His judg- ment was set. I knew he couldn’t make all the distance in one 'day, and I was pretty sure he'd camp at Big Tree. I arrived there just after him. as I could travel taster by canoe than him walking, and so kep’ near him all day. It was nigh sunset. and I bent down under the bank so he couldn’t see me. He went into the old shack. I called out his name. I heard him cursing at my voice, and when he showed his face I shot him dead. I never landed; I never left no tracks. I thought I was safe. sure. You’ve took me; yet only for Janey’s sake I wouldn’t care. I did right, but she won’t like them to say her father’s a murderer. That’s all.” November sat on the edge of the table. His handsome face was grave. Nothing more was said for a good while. Then Highamson stood up. “I’m ready, November, but you’ll let me see Janey again before you give me over to the police.” November looked him in the eyes. “Expect you’ll see a good deal of Janey yet. She‘ll be lonesome over there now that her brute husband’s gone. She’ll want you to live with her.” he said. “D‘ye mean”â€" November nodded. “If the police can catch you for themselves, let ’em, and you'd lessen the chance of that a wonderful deal if you was to burn them moose shank moccasions you’re wearing. When did you kill your moose?” “Tuesday's a week. And my moc- casins was wore out. so 1 fixed ’em up woods fashion." “I know. The hair on ’em is slip- ping. 1 found some of it in your tracks in the camp, away above Big Tree. That’s how I knew you’d killed a moose. I found your candlestick too. Here it is." He took from his pocket the little piece of spruce stick, which had puzzled me so much. and turned toward me. “This end’s sharp to stick into the earth; that ends slit, and you fix the candle‘ in with a. bit. 0' birch hark. Now it can go into the stove along 0’ the moccasins.” He opened the stove door and thrust in the articles. “9;1_1y ghrge 5;;on your secret, Hig- hamson, and if I wa§ you I wouldn’t make it four, not even by adding a woman to it.” Highamson held out his hand. “You always was a white man Nov.” said he. Hours later. as we sat drinking a final cup of tea at the campfire, I said: “After you examined Lyon’s upper camp you told me seven things about the murderer. You‘ve explained how you knew them. all but three." “What are the three?" I “First. how did you know that Big ‘ hamsou had been a long time in the woods without visiting a settlement?” “His moccasins was wore out and patched with raw moose hide. The tracks or them was plain,” replied No- vember. I nodded. “And how could you tell that he was religious and spent "the night in great trouble of mind?” November paused in filling his pipe. “He couldn’t sleep,” said he, “and so he got up and cut that candlestick. What’d he want to light a candle for but to read by? And Why should he “- want to read. in the middle of the night if he was not in trouble? And if he 11 as in trouble what book would he want to read? Besides. not one but the Bible.” “I see. But how did you know it was in the middle of the night?” “Did you notice where he cut his candlestick?” “No." said L “1 did. and he made two false cuts where his knife slipped in the dark. You're wonderful at questions.” “And you at answers.” November stirred the embers under the kettle. and the firefight lit up his fine face as he turned with a. yawu. "My.” said be. “but I’m glad Hig- hamgon had his reasons. I'd ’a' hated to think of that old man shut in where hp («midn’t see the sun rise. Wouldn't you? â€"â€"â€"-â€" * CHAPTER IV.” “ The Seven Lumberjacks. . HE morel saw of Joe in the days which followed, the more I appreciated the man and the more I became convinced of his remarkable gifts. 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