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#9909000§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ O0§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§O§§O§§§Q rflvpufl We returned to breakfast at Mrs Rone’s cabin. While we were eating Evans casually brought out a scra; ot the worsted he had detached tron the nail outside. “Seen any one with a necker 111:! that. Mrs. Rome?" he asked. “What do I say? I say this: When we find the thief we’ll likely find the marks of Riznah's teeth on him That's wnat made him mad wu'n rage and”- Evans waved his hand. The young woman glanced at the bit of wool. then bent over Danny al Without more words Joe turned back into the woods..and we went aftel him. Hidden in a low, marshy spot about half a mile from the house. we came upon the body of the dog. It was evident she had been shotâ€"more than that, the carcass was hacked about in a horrible manner. “What do you say now. Mr. Evans?‘ inquired Joe. “Huh!" said Joe again. “Anything else on the trail?” asked Evans. Kovember looked at him. “He shot Rizpah.” “The old dog? I suppose she attack- ed him and he shot her.” “Yes, he shot herâ€"first." “First? What then?” ‘ He cut her nigh in pieces with his knife.” iNOVEMBER J06 “Sure!" agreed Joe politely. but with an abstracted look. as he examined the door. "You say you found it here?” “Pretty clear evidence that. ain’t it! The rubber caught his necker on those nails as he slipped out. We’re getting closer. English rifle. ‘ iold Nugget’ in his pipe, and a pink and gray necker. Find a chap that owns all three. It r-au't be (infieult. Wardens have eyes in their heads as well as you. Novem- ber.” you?" “Well,” called the game warden, “any luck?” “Not just exactly.” be said. “What do you make of that?" asked Evans again, pointing at the fluttering worsted. with a glance of suppressed triumph at Joe. Before I could anéwer Joe came into sight round a clump 0! bush on the edge of the clearing. _w_â€"‘ ‘c â€"-â€"--_5 van,“ um ”116:1. I turned in the direction indicated and saw that upon one or the nails which had been driven into the door of the cabin some bright colored threads were hanging. Going nearer I found AL-_- A, ‘ them to be strands 6! pink and gray worsted, twisted together. ' “What d'you think of that?" asked Evahs, with a heavy wink. I‘. r o. a“ b- -‘I. "9 'â€" -.-.§ â€". .‘. __-~ gum. .16 :93": can “Cl-II,“ the door. “Guess Joe missed it.” he said. pointing with his finger. "Huh!" said November. “What 0“ La -~Q'9 t..- Continued from gage TEE DURHAM CHRONICLE Well on in the afternoon the trail led out to the banks of a wide and shallow stream. -nto the waters of which thev disappeared. Here we overtook Evans. He was standing‘by the ashes of a fire almost on the bank. “Here’s Where the robber stopped to light his pipe. See! There’s the mark of the butt of his gun between these roots. The snow’s thin there. Must ’a’ had a match. that chap.” he said after a minute. and. standing With his back to_ the wind.. he made a slight movement of his hand. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Saving myself trouble.” He turned at right angles and began searching through the trees. “Here it is. Hung up in a snag. Seadog match he used." Then. catching my eye. he went on: “Unless he was a fool he'd light his match with his. face to the wind. wouldn’t he? And most right handed men ’ud throw the match therebouts where! hunted‘tor it." -Twice November pointed out faint signs that meant nothing to me. . “Here the thief goes.” said Joe. “See! He’s covered his moccasins with deer skin. and here we have Evans' tracks. He’s hurrying, Evans is. He’s feeling good and sure of the man he's after." Very soon we struck the robber’a trail and saw from a second line of tracks that Evans was ahead of us 1’01. lowing it. November Joe looked up with his quick, sudden smile. “It'll be a shock to Evans if he ain’t." said he. “One question more. Joe. Do you really think Val Black 13 the guilty man?” “Think not?" said Joe. “I wonder!" After a pause he went on: “But it ain’t hard to see what’ll be Evans‘ views on that. He’ll say Val‘s scared of her growing too Independent. for she's made good so far with her traps. and so he Just naturally took a hand to frighten her into marriage. His case agln Val won‘t break down for want 0! motive.” “But surely Biack wouldn't rob her. especially now that he has his chance “But the motive? Haven‘t Mrs. Rome and Black. always been on good terms?" 1 persisted. Joe allowed that was so and added. “Val wanted to marry her years ago." “Can't say yet. I think we'd best join Evans; he’ll be trailing the thief." We made straight through the woods toward the spot where the dog's body lay. As we walked I tried again to find out Joe's opinion. “The evidence against Black Is prev ty strong. What's your notion?" “It’s my business to find the man with the pink hacker." “It's Just possible." agreed Novem- ber in an unconvinced voice. “It can't be Val!" repeated Mrs. Rone steadily. When we were- out of sight and of earshot I turned to November. Her color flamed for a moment. “Why queer? He's been here to see mâ€" as more ’n once this time back. The nails might have caught his neck er any day," she retorted. “It's queer them bits of worsted on the doornails.” observed Joe Judicially. “And he has a rifle or some English make," added November. Mrs. Rone started. “80 he has. but I never remembered that till this min- ute!" She looked back into Joe's gray eyes with indignation. “And he smoke: ‘Nugget' all right, too. I know it. Ali the same. it isn't Val!" eyes. “Val Black has one like that. I mad: It for him myself long ago." “Pink and grey necker." said Ju gently. Mrs. Rome's pretty forehead puck- ered into a frown. ”‘1 no?" “There's more’n one of that com) bereabouts likely," she replied. wit! another glance of studied indifl‘erence. “It’s not a common pattern of wool,’ said Evans. “Well. you're all wit nesses where I got it. I’m ofl'. It's my business to find the man with Lhc pink necker." November looked at Sally. ”Who I! be. Sally?" Evans nodded and swung off throng! the door. sue Ted 01m. wnen sue "a...“ on- head I noticed that she looked vet) *vhite. - rush of tears filled her red brow: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>w>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> :V>>>>>>>>>>:>>>>>>>>>>> rh>>>>>kb>>>>>b>>>>>b>kbbl “Say. November Joe; are you search- ing for trouble?” asked Black in an ominously quiet voice. “Seems as if trouble was searching for me.” replied November. He turned to the door as Val Black came swinging up the trail. He was of middle height. strongly built. with quick eyes and dark hair which. though cropped close. still betrayed its tendency to curL He greeted Novem- ber warmly. November was, I thought. even more slow spoken than usual. “Val.” he said. after some talk, “have you still got that pink necker Sally knitted for you ?” “Yes, I’ve got her.” “Where?" ' “Right here.” and Black pulled the muffler out of his pocket. “Huh!” said Joe. There was a silence. rather a strain- ed silenoe. between the two. Val looked narrowly at Joe. Joe re- turned hls stare. Then November continued. “Where was you last night?" There was another silence. Then Val jerked out. “I call your hand.” “I show it." said Joe. “You’re sus- The afternoon was yet young: Who! we arrived at Val Binok's. an w-n not at home. but Joe entered rim um and searched it thoroughly. I asked him what he was seeking. "Those skins of Sally’s." “Then you think Black"â€" “I think nothing yet. And here’s thc man himself. anyway ” CHAPTER VII. The “Pink Meeker.” 0E sat in silence for some ter minutes after he had gone: the: he rose and began to lead away southeast. “Evans '11! hear Val Black's the owner of the pink necker at Lavem village. It's an otter's to a musk rat’s pelt that then he‘ll bead stmigm for Yal's. We've got to be there Morn I looked at Joe. To my surprise he threw back his bead'and gave one 01 his care laughs. I glanced at Evans. His face dark- ened. Clearly this did not please him “Oh, he shot a partridge?" “No," said Joe; “he noosed it back in the spruces there. The track of the wire noose is plain, and there was some feathers. But look here. Evans he didn't wear no pink necker.” Evans eyed him for a moment, trans terred his glance to me and winked Before long he left us. his last words being that he would have his hands or “Pink Necker” by night. Evans’ annoyance passed off sud- denly. “That’s funny,” said he. “f0: he left more than a feather and the scrape of a wire.” The game warden pulled out a pocketbook and showed us wedged between its pages another strand of the pink and grey wool. “1 round it where he passed througt those dead spruces. How’s that?” “Well.” cried Evans. “are you stil. sure that he didn’t wear a pink necker?" “Sure: than ever," 'said Joe, and be gan to poke in the ashes. ~ ne looxea up as we appearea. ”11131 you, Joe? Chap’s took to the water.” said the game warden. “but he’ll have to do more than that to shake me otr.” Evans nodded. "Walked steady tit he came here. Dunno what be lit. the firg for. Carried grub. I s‘pose.” “Chap made this. too?” mquirec November, with a glance aLthe dead “No; to cook that partridge,” Lambton Street (One door west of Standard Bank) Durham Thursday, Friday and Saturday SEPTEMBER 9, E0 and H r MAIL ORDERS.â€"-â€"If flag isflesired sent hy mail. send the $1.10 and 5c additional postage In first zone (or 7c any Canad- irm point ). FALL OPENINGS 1915 together with $1.10. which covers the cost of distribution. Will, ”When Presented or Mailed to the office of BE PREPARED TO DECORATE The Paris Millinery Parlor Calland see our display of New Fall Millinety which is Larger and better than ever. A FLAG FOR YOUR HOME nuutu‘flé: 531111."..9 Rum. ;O": DURHAM, ONTARIO Entitle the reader of this paper presenting same to THE DURHAM CHRONICLE MRS. T. H. MCCLOCKLIN THIS FLAG COUPON A BRITISH FLAG iTHE WESTERN FAIR, LONDON. September 10th to 18th. ’ Queen‘s Park at London, Ont. (the home of the Western Fair, is a very busy place at present, as active preparations are in progress for the great exhibition to be held in September. Ever since the last exhibition the entire grounds and buildings have been in pos- session of the military authorities. The city of London and the board of directors of the Western Fair Association have been very pleased ‘ to be able to help our Government in some small Way in these stren- uous times and so the grounds and buildings were placed at their disposal entirely free. As the sol- diers are now under canvas a great deal :of work will have to be done to prepare the buildings for the exhibition. Owing to an unfortunate fire in the grand stand the old structure is entirely demolished, and a new and up- to-date steel stand with a seating capacity of 5,000 people is in course of erection. This will very much add to the comfort and con- venience of the visitors as every seat in the new stand will give a full view of everything taking place on the track and platform. For any information regarding the exhibition write the secretary. A. M. Hunt, London, Ont. “To Lavette. I‘ve sent word to Mrs. Rone to come there tomorrow. And now.” continued Evans, “I'm going to search Black’s shack.” mon’fh YiacE. 'Axid you" be suspected of entering Sally’s house last evening and stealing pelts.” November stood quite still under the grip of the other’s furious hands. "It won t be for awhileâ€"not till they let you out agam. 'retorted the war den easily. “Take him 03 up the trail. him ?" “You act innocent~ don‘t you, ybn old coyotteY' he grinned ironically. “I never said I suspected you.” Black scowled, but his hands went up. He stood panting. At a sign one of the rangers sidled up. and the click of handcuffs followed. “What am 1 charged with?” cried Black. 06‘. tobbery.” “You'll pay me for this. Simon Ev- The rangers walked away with their prisoner. and Evans turned to Joe. “Guess I have the laugh at you, No- vember,” he said. It was at this moment that Evans. accompanied by two other forest ran- gers. appeared upon the scene. Quick as lightning he covered Black with his shotgun. “Lp \xith your hands." he cried. “0 I’ll put this load of bixdshot into you: face. ” Bill!" “L-qoks that way. Where you takln' With a shout of rage Val made at Q" Continued next Week September 9, 1915‘ OQWOOQ ONTARIO WIND ENGINE and PUMP COMPANY Manufacture the Cheapest and the 3 them to be stand. of pin. and g... Best P u m pin g 0 u t f i t o n t h e Market. 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"Guess Joe missed it." he said. pointing with his finger. I turned in the direction indicated : and saw that upon one of the nails 3 which had been driven into the door of l the cabin some bright colored threads were hanging. Going nearer I found 31"...“ L- -aâ€"G" l worsted. twisted together. I "What d'you think of that?" asked 1 Evans, with a heavy wink. ! Before I could answer Joe came into i ; sight round a clump of bush on the: ; edge of the clearing. 2 “Well." called the game warden, , "any luck?” “Not just exactly," he said. 5 “What do you make of that?" asked ‘ . Evans again. pointing at the fluttering 3 ; worsted. with a glance of suppressed T W. D. Connor i Sold by triumph at Joe "Huh!" said November. , you?" “Pretty clear evidence that. ain’t it! : The robber caught his necker on those 1 nails as he slipped out. We‘re getting , English rifle. ‘(iold Nugget‘ in ; , closer. _ his pipe. and a pink and gray Decker. l .1 o.o v I bCl'." I v Q | ........,..§..... 0 O ; door. "You say you found it here?" cax‘es.!! "Huh!" said Joe again. ..;..;.. Evans. ‘ ._\'ovember looked at him. " Rizpah.” : "The old dog? ; ed him and he shot her." “Yes, he shot herâ€"first." “First? What then?" “He cut her nigh in pieces with hit knife." Without more words Joe turned back . into the woods. and we went aftei . him. Hidden in a low. marshy spoi about half a mile from the house. we came upon the body of the dog. It “He shot than that. the carcass was hacked about in a horrible manner. “What do you say now. Mr. Evans?” inquired Joe. "What do I say? I say this: When we find the thief we'll likely find the marks of Rizpah‘s teeth on him That‘s What made him mad With rage and"- Evans waved his hand. We returned to breakfast at Mrs Rone’s cabin. While we were eating Evans casually brought out a scra; of the worsted he had detached iron the nail outside. "Seen any one with a necker likc that. Mrs. Rene?" he asked. The young woman glanced at the bit of wool. then bent over Danny 81 It is Govern- ; ++++++++++w+ ++++++++++++++++~r+++++++++ i+~h+~l~+++¢r ‘-i"i-i-+-i'- .h â€"______.._._.___._ ~â€" Small Profits Paper. '* 5‘. Wall Paper the Canadian Wall Paper Man- They are reliable, new in design and neat Notwithstanding the Rugs product of the best English Looms in the best ing all the Oriental tints of the famous Eastern Rugs prices. Boots and Shoes Our stock is large and full in all lines, special sizes and designs ordered and delivered at once. b'ov‘s School Sh09~ a 800d substantial shoe L75 Find a chap that owns all three. It, ‘- can't be diliii'ult. Wardens have eyes in their heads as well as you. Novem- , “Sure!“ agreed .loe politely. but with i ‘ an abstracted look. as he examined the . “Anything else on the trail?” asked 1' i suppose she attack- 1 l l I l l l l l I I l | l l I l l “What do ‘ l l l ! l l said Evans. messes where I got it. my business to find the man with Eh! pink necker." ered into a frown. one red mm. When sue 1w ov- head I noticed that she looked ven ‘vhite. “There’s more’n one of that color I hereabouts likely." she replied. Wit! another glance of studied indifi’erence. “it‘s not a common pattern of wool.’ “Well. you‘re all wit I’m off. it‘s Evans nodded and swung ofi througi the door. November looked at Sally. "Who h - he. Sally '3“ Remote pretty forehead puck .."“chu?n Mrs. l l was evident she had been shotâ€"more i “It's my business to find the man with the pink necker.” “Pink and grey necker." said ’0‘ I gently. l A rush of tears filled her red brown; eyes. ‘ ”Val Black has one like that. I made it for him myself long ago." “And he has a rifle of some English make." added November. Mrs. Rona started. "So he has. but I never remembered that till this min- utel" She looked back into Joe's gray eyes with indignation. “And he smoke: ‘Nugget' all right, too. I know it. All the same. it isn't Vail" “It's queer them bits of worsted on the doornalls." observed Joe Judicially. Her color flamed for a moment. “Why queer? He’s been here to see mâ€" us more 'n once this time back. The nails might have caught his neck er any day," she retorted. “It’s Just possible.” agreed Novem her in an unconvinced voice. l “It can’t be Val!" repeated Mrsl Rona steadily. When we wereoui of sight and of earshot 1 turned to. November. "The evidence against Black is pret . ty strong. What's your notion?" “Can‘t say yet. I think we’d best Join Evans; he'll be trailing the thief." We made straight through the woods f toward the spot where the dog's body lay. As we walked i tried again to; find out Joe's opinion. I “But the motive? Haven‘t Mrsl Bone and Black. always been on good terms?" I persisted. Joe allowed that was so and added. “Val wanted to marry her years ago." .7. I September 9, 1915. “â€" ‘ He looked up as we appeared. "mat l you. Joe? Chap’s took to the water.” said the game warden. “but he'll have to do more than that to shake me off.” “Chap made this. too?” inquired November. with a glance atthe dead fire. Evans nodded. “Walked steady tit he came here. Dunno what be lit tht fire for. Carried grub. I s'pose.” “NO: to cook that partridge,” said Joe. I glanced at Evans. His face dark- ened. Clearly this did not please him i ! “Just Evans. | deuce. “Oh. he shot a partridge?" “No.” said Joe; “he noosed it back in the spruces there. The track of the wire noose is plain. and there was some feathers. But look here. Evans he didn't wear no pink necker." Evans’ annoyance passed on’ sud- denly. “That‘s funny,” said he. “for he left more than a feather and [ht , scrape of a wire." The game warden pulled out a pocketbook and showed us wedged between its pages another strand of the pink and grey wool. “i found it where he passed througl: those dead spruces. How’s that?” i looked at Joe. To my surprise he threw back his head and gave one oi his rare laughs. "Well." cried Evans. “are you stil. sure that he didn't wear a pinls necker?" “Surer than ever." said Joe. and be gun to poke in the ashes. Evans eyed him for a moment. trans ferred his glance to me and winked Before long he left us. his last words being that he would have his hands 01 “Pink Necker” by night. CHAPTER VII. The “Pink Necker.” OE sat in silence for some ter J minutes after he had gone: the: he rose and began to lead away southeast. “Evans ‘ill hear Val Black's tbt owner of the pink necker at Lavem village. It‘s an otter's to a musk rat’s pelt that then he'll head strnlghl for Yal‘s. We've got to be there "for: him." The afternoon was yet yonm: what we arrived at Val Black‘s. Val W‘I‘. not at home. but .loe entered the 'l')‘ and searched it thoroughly. I asked him what he was seeking. "Those skins of Sally's." “Then you think Black"â€" “I think nothing yet. And here’l the man himself. anyway " He turned to the door as Val Black came swinging up the trail. He was of middle height. strongly built. with quick eyes and dark hair which. though cropped close. still betrayed it: . tendency to curl. Be greeted Novem- ber warmly. November was. I thought. even more slow spoken than usual. “Val.” he said. after some talk. “have you still got that pink necks: Sally knitted for you?” “Yes. I've got her." “Where?” ' "Right here.” and Black pulled the muffler out of his pocket. “Huh!” said Joe. There was a silence. rather a strain- ed silence. between the two. Then November continued. “Where was you last night?" Val looked narrowly at Joe. Joe re- turned his stare. “Say. November Joe. are you search- ing for trouble?" asked Black in an ominously quiet voice. “Seems as if trouble was searching for me." replied November. There was another silence. Then “ Val jerked out. “I call your hand." “I show it." said Joe. “You’re sus- ... gunman: 'nnALI.B X:nm..-v: . ~\...A ‘1. month Back. Add you're suspected ot entering Sally's house last evening and stealing pelts.” , With a shout of rage Val made at Joe. November stood quite still under the grip of the other‘s furious hands. "You act innocent. don't you, you old coyotte!" he grinned ironically. “I never said I suspected you.” Black drew 03'. looking a little fool- ish. but he flared up again. “Who is it suspects me?" And he’s got good evi- Where was you between 6 and 7 last night?" “In the woods. slep’ here." i come back and I “Was you alone?" ' “Yes.” “Then you can't prove no alibi.” Joe paused. It was at this moment that Evans. accompanied by two other forest ran- gers. appeared upon the scene. Quick as lightning he covered Black with his shotgun. . “Up with your hands." he cried, "or " I'll put this load of birdshot into you: face." . hack scowled, but his hands went ' up. He stood panting. At a sign one of the rangers sidlvd up. and the click of handcul‘l‘s followed. ‘ “What am 1 charged with?" cried Black. 1 “Robbery." l “You'll pay me for this. Simon Ev- ! ans'" { "It won't be for awhile-not till they let you out again." rctortcd the war- ‘ den easily. “Take him off up the trail. Bill!" l The rangers walked away with their i prisoner. and Evans turned to Joe. “Guess I have the laugh of you. No- ‘ vembcr.” he said. "Looks that way. him?" 1 “To Lavette. I‘ve sent word to Mrs. Rene to come there tomorrow. And now." continued Evans. “l’m going to l Search Black‘s shack." Where you takin' I Continued next Week. is iTHE WESTERN FAIR. LONDON. ' September 10th to 18th. ’ Queen's Park at London, Ont.. {the home of the Western Fair, is 'a very busy place at present. as active preparations are in [31023858 ‘for the great exhibition to be held in September. Ever since the last exhibition the entire grounds and buildings have been in pos- session of the military authorities. The city of London and the board of directors of the Western Fair Association have been very p1eaSed to be able to help our Government in some small way in these stren- uous times and so the grounds and buildings were placed at their disposal entirely free. As the sol- diers are now under canvas 3 great deal :02” work will have to be done to prepare the buildings for the exhibition. Owing to an |unfortunate fire in the grand lstand the old structure is entirely demolished, and a new and up- lto-date steel stand with a seating capacity of 5,000 people is in course of erection. This will very l much add to the Comfort and con- lvenience of the visitors as every lscat in the new stand will give. :1 liull view of everything taking place on the track and platform. For any information regarding the exhibition write the secretary. lA. M. Hunt, London, Out. 1 g n __ #4 “But surely Black wouldn‘t rob her. lVVVVVVVVVVVVYYVVVWVVVVVVV VYVVVVVVVVVWVYVVWVVVVVVV especially now that he has his chance ; agm90 “Think not?" said Joe. “I wonder!" , After a pause he went on: “But it: ain't hard to see what’ll be Evans" views on that. He'll say Val's scared of her growing too independent. for‘ she's made good so far with her traps. . and so be Just naturally took a hand to I frighten her into marriage. His case agin Val won't break down for want of motive." “One question more. Joe. really think Val Black is the guilty man?" November Joe looked up with his quick. sudden smile. “it'll be a shock to Evans if he ain't.” said he. Very soon We struck the robber's trail and saw from a second line of tracks that Evans was ahead of us fol- lowing it. “Here the thief goes." said Joe. “Seel He’s covered his moccasins with deer skin. and here we have Evans‘ tracks. He’s hurrying. Evans is. He's “911118 good and sure of the man he's after." -Twice November pointed out faint signs that meant nothing to me. “Here's where the robber stopped to light his pipe. See! There’s the mark of the butt of his gun between these roots. The Snow’s thin there. Must 'a’ had a match. that chap." he said after a minute. and. standing with his The Paris Millinery Parlor FALL OPENINGS 1915 Thursday, Friday and Saturday SEPTEMBER Calland see our display of New Fall Millinery which is than ever. MRS. T. H. 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