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T THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1927 Superb in Flavour Every cup is a new deligHt. Ask for it. All sit Carolyn C£- ■ . Wells WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE. i "Absolutely. I wish, in one way, Death strikes Garrett Folsom while I could suspect Ross. I mean it would be a logical way to look. But he can't ■possibly be at fault. He is utterly respectable and quiet-lived; he has always bean devoted to Garrett's well-being, and he is, in all respects, the ideal servant, with no underhanred ways or ulterior motives." "Does he gain anything from Mr. Folsom's will?" "There is a bequest thousand1 dollars. ~ ... c^rikes Garrett Folsom while Pathing at Ocean Town, N.J. Aftei °«ing perfunctarily examined by i doctor, the body is brought to the Hotel Majiisaca, where an inquiry J starter. Folsom's bathing companions had been Roger Neville, Mrs. Helen Bar-naby and Carmelita Valdon. It is established that Folsom, just before his death, had been standing next to Ned Barron, known a3 the copper Then the startling annoi_______ is made that Folsom had been stabbed to death in the water. Ross, his valet, is questioned, as are Barron and his wife, but no light is shed on the mystery. Anastasia Folsom, eccentric and masterful sister of the dead l____ , rives and takes command. At the inquest it is established that the death weapon was a pichaq, an Oriental knife, and that it and its scabbard had been purchased on the board1 Carmelita Valdon, who stood o._____ other side of Folsom at the time of his death, is unable to describe his actions at the time, and the seems suspicious. NOW CO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER XX. "That's all right, then," said Anastasia Folsom to Riggs, "we' no more time over it just now. First of all, have yiu the slightest idaa of any individual whom you consider responsible for my brother's death" " " No, I haven't, except to say that any one near him in tho ocean that morning might be the murderer." "But we can't hale to court all th: bathdrs in the ocean at that time. We must get at it some other way." "And perhaps the logical way through the motive." "Now that's a sensible remark, course we must work through the motive. And that's just what I coredv® of. How could any one want eo kill my brother? Why, Garrett tho best man in the world. The finest kindest, dearest the: , do; lad'y, I make all tho devotion of ir, but you mu n of a thou- Titu'3 Riggs had heard much about i Garrett Folsom since the unfortunate man's death, and most of what he had hoard was greatly at variance with his sister's opinions. Yet he felt a hesitancy about disturbing her ideals too So he only said: "It stands to reason, Miss Folsom, that somebody must have looked upon you brother with a less kindly eye than your own. Unless- Mr. ^Folsom was killed by mistake." "Do you think that probable?" "Frarkly I don't, though it is possible. But if we're to find out the truth wa can't depend cn imaginings or vague suppositions. We must get down to facts. To true evidence and proved testimony." "That's just it!" and Anastasia's face brightened. "But, so far as I can tee, we have no evidence and no testimony of any account." "That's pretty nearly true. First of all, what about the man, Ross? Is he absolutely unsuspeetable?" in such paths. I think it was some parson*! enemy or some miserable coward who killed him in some spirit of petty revenge or imagined injury." "Was he---excuse me---but was Mr. Folsom ever, to your knowledge, a victim of blackmail?" "I am mot offended--never hesitate to speak frankly to me. So far as I know he never was annnoyed in that way, but it may have been. Innocent men are blackmailed, I've no roubt. "They surely are. So we must try evary trail we can think of. Mr. Folsom haa traveled a lot, hasn't he?" "Yes, and he had lately spent three years abroad. He had been back from that trip only a short time." "Than, for all we know, this tragedy may be the result of some episode or trouble that happened while he was abroad." "It well may be. But that seem 'render it hopeless, doesn't it?" and Anastasia looked deeply discouraged. "Oh, maybe not. That may help to simplify matters. Perhaps Ross can tell us something." "No, I've asked him. If he knew anything he'd tell. But I'm hoping you c i pin the c tempt him to murder his ter, for I happen to know Ross has a good-sized bank account of his own. My brother gave him a generous salary, and paid all bis living expenses, even to clothes and a small motor car. No, Ross had nothing to gain by Garrett's death, and much to lose." "What about other sarvants?" "They are all at our home in Chicago." "They receive bequests under Mr. Folsom's will?" "Two or three do. But they are small legacies. Oh, the servants are out of the question." "Who does benefi by the will?" "Only myself, Mr. Pelton, my nephew, and Mi America--someone down here." "At any rate we must try to do so. There's the dagger, you know. That ought to be a clue--" "I doubt it. I know how these auctions dtawn here are run. I mean auction sale3 of unimportant goods. If that had been a really valuable Oriental curio, of course, a record But that would would have been made of the buyer d the price and all that. But there are thousands of cheap items sold at auction that are not recorded and no reason why they should be." "All true enough. And with the ocean to clean it, there's no chance of any finger prints on the knife. No, it doesn't seem hopeful as a clue. Yet the first principle of detection i vesbigation of the weapon used.' "Well, it's been investigated. I'm not unreasonable, Mr. Riggs. I don't expect you to work miracles. But I do want you to use your sansa, which is more than Callouses BzSchoU's Homesteading at Fort Vermilion ! i couple of thousand square Many live in teepees and the log cabins, except two or three I who have board cabins. Mr. L.'s house was built by hi3 father forty years ago of boards sawed with a handsaw. Some ! He gives a party once a year after Xmas. The Preacher was so afraid j we wouldn't go that he came after I It's hard to find the trail In the sr I and it's a perfect maze to me, but arrived at 7 p.m. and after a hot sup the L. children gave their school | program of music, recitations, songs, The Atlantic Monthly Has and dances. Thay have a big school-rv j xt /-- _r house In the back yard and the eldest Discovered a New Canadian daughter teache3 tnem. After the Chronicler or Heart Inter- program the dining room and big kitchen were cleared for dancing. Everybody was there except five and the Catholic Mission. ith i ^e if we can't succeed. "I'll do that. I accept your propo- each get about one-third of Garrett's :tate." "And as I exclude you, because you loved your brother, and I exclude Mr. Pelton, because you tell me he was your very generous offer as to sala open for the time being. When prove to be of some real use to y then we can talk of remuneration, know, as well as you do, that it see i the job they may be New York at the time, that leaves. absurd for a man to try detective only Mr. Neville to ba discussed. work without any training or ex-What about him?" | of any mrtm But ywl can believe Roger Neville killed I also empl skUled defectives, and if Garrett--I've no reason to think he t fan ■ but that is one of the things we ajjl8 f v. ^d?^\ AS y°U kn°W' the man "J 3han,t call in any one else until who did kill him must be some one t ^ how you get on. but of course> who knew him and for soma reason if the ^ continue tha search I •anted to put hi in out of the way. shall ^ interested. Also the hotel of no reason for Roger d,stective here is rather a clever sort, ng Garrett's death,^ yet and r€,st assured t shall not be idle . must be myS3if. I may not be able to do I km Neville desi I suppose that side of looked into." "She suspects Neville," Tito Riggs assured himself, but aloud, he said: "That's right, Miss Folscom. We must view it from every angle. Had ' your brother any romance in his life? Epecially any unhappy one?" "Not to my knowledge," she replied,; after a moment's hesitation. "He may j have had. There, again, is a road to be followed." "Yes, certainly. Now--but I'm' sura Mr. Folsom was in no way finan- [ dally embarrassed or wanting for j esting Story. PIONEERING TO-DAY The Atlantic Monthly brought Miss Roche to light, they are intermittently running a series letters from Mrs. Hilda Rose who is homesteading In the Peace River Country near Fort Vermilion. Their editorial comment is as follows: On our office map a blue star on the white waste area of northwestern Canada marks the frontier home of Hilda Rose. From her Peace River claim have come letters enlisting our warm sympathy In a struggle which, through it seems almost unparalleled, doubtless has its counterpart in many an unchronicled life. Readers will remember Mrs. Rose's letters written from her American Stump Farm which we published in February, March, and April, 1927. This later correspondence comes to us through the kindnes3 of Dr. Mary Hobart of Massachusetts. In the earlier series Mrs. Rose and her seventy year old husband and nine year old son were camping in a tent in latitude 50 degrees. A few of the letters are as follows: -- . Jort Vermilion, Alberta, July 10, 1926 Dear Doctor-Lady: -- I am now on the steamer going north and will land very soon, so this will be a short letter so I can get it ready and leave it here on the steamer to take back to civilization. We will land at L. Point, which is ten miles before we come to the trading post. There is only one white settler there and he is on the boat. He has fifteen children --is a very large, fine-looking, jovial man. His father was a missionary and the first white man here. He has taken a great fancy to Daddy, and as he is a very rich man his word is law on the river. The boat was crowded and we had no berths and night was coming on. He' called the purser and told him to give us a good stateroom and look after Mr. Rose, as he looked tired and needed rest. Say, swiftly, tion as i Jui ) u ud s The white women were elderly-- wives who had followed their husbands in here. Old-fashioned, unbob-bed, and with long skirts. But it was like coming home, so warm was the welcome I received from this lonesome sisterhood. They held my so long; they didn't want to let them go. They were nearly all from the States. One had gone Insane--not very bad; you could see her mind was shattered. You know it takes some mental calibre to come in here and live alone and not see a white woman more than once or twice a year. If you haven't much in your head the lonesomeness will get you. This woman is poor white trash from the cotton fields of, Texas. She knows nothing but work. I questioned her about her life here in order to learn what I could of the loneliness that makes insanity among sheep herders and farm women. I see by one of your letters that ycu have no conception of how far north I am. Calgary is a large city crowded with cars. Farther north is Edmonton, also a big city. Next comes Peace River, a small town at the end of the railroad. It has some autos and two wooden hotels. Each hotel has a bath-room in It, but you have to carry your water up from the creek and heat it on the kitchen range if you want to take a bath. Then I went on a steamer that holds thirty carloads of freight in the bottom. We went north all the way until we came o the Great Slave Lake Region. We got off just this side of It in the wilderness. There are no autos in here. There are nine white people at Fort Vermilion, the Governor, doctor. Mounted Police, Hudson Bay man, and so forth. Get a map and find the Great Slave Lake. A little south of it--that's here. Boy has already had two invitations from Indians to go trapping with them there when he gets a bit older. The Calgary, Edmonton, and Peace River Town districts are settled with farms till it looks like a checkerboard. Here is the primal wilderness. Unless I "have the dog' with me I never dare go out of sigV. of the house, as I get lost so easily. The white settler's wife and children have to climb a tree quite frequently when picking berries to see in what direction to go home. As there are no roads in the sea. so there are none here. May 31, 1927 Boy and I went hunting yesterday together for the first time thip year. He got four ducks, each time h« shot | getting his bird. The fifth time he The best stateroor us and we had every atten-f we were rich. Daddy was r and was when he arrived. I took him to a hotel and gave a woman a dollar to carry me four pails of water from the creek and heat two cans of it, and then I bathed the poor dear and put him to bed. He couldn't even eat for exhaustion. He was just a helpless baby. I'm so glad Mr. L. has taken charge of us. Now everything will be all right and I've quit worrying. the only child on the boat and Is very | gho"t ne tilled his duck, but she floated happy. Everybod wants him, and ; out o{ reacn and the water wa3 too ptain. who coaxes him up j deep for nim to wade in after her. He ! can't swim yet very well, and I can't ght home, two was an Indian ipoonbill. very 'Make Better* . . Bread „ . r Askjyour grocer for 1 ROYAL YEAST CAKES Wilson Publishing Company into his tower and 1< telescopes, to the engineer and de< hands, lie surely has a good time. Leaving Edmonton, the freight th; Daddy behind h piled up < was delayed eleven hours. Finally got going again and we had a wreck, but our car was left standing cn the track. This was in a swamp and we were there six hours at night, and the ! and woiv, mosplitoes descended on us and Boy ducks are almost lost his mind, though I wrapped his legs in my jacket and 'fanned him constantly. Finally they rustled up old locomotive and a freight either. Of those he broi were mig mallards, one duck, and the other ws n lest twelve cars just! It>s alI the msat we have and it's They turned turtle and i good He is reany getting to - track so that^ my train j very good snot. Meat is very scarce here some ; id has been so for quite a few ; >w, the Indians say. It's tot :orth and the country Is so ] and took passengers w had to ride w In a seat and as could be. > Peace River Town. It a-ded and the first-class ire horrified when they th us emigrants. Three in the floor, just as tight No lights, and they After a chickens, but they never se hile there will be prairie There are small deer here, ire very scarce. I have n one. In the muskegs moose, but except in winter impassable. Bands of large were happy to mgh the dark hills have no time to v land looks green, some. I am a liti earful feellncr. ! rode along, for most cf j thousand wolves feed on them. It's such wild country--big lakes, rivers, and muskegs; no trails and no people. Less than two human beings to each A YOUTHFUL FROCK. This charmingly simple frock is i one piece with two gathered flounces of material or lace at the front. The sleeves arc long and gathered to eoVist-bands, or short and open at the t.i&3. Ribbon U ueed for tha belt, bows, and J>hk£ng C.i the neck and short sleeve*. No. 1GCD is CM3 for Misses and Small Women, and is in sizes 16, 18 and 20 years. View A, size 18 (36 bust) requires 3% yard'3 39-inch, or 2% yards 54-inch material. 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Can not some of our readers mail few books or some magazines to M: work, but there tection where a woman's intuitic quiet cleverness may be of sai "That is certainly so. Now of all, Miss Folsom, I want i into Mr. Folsom's luggage an pers." (To be continued.) Husband (endeavoring to rgument)--"Well, seeing i og!" Wife--"Inaccurate S3 "He positively was not. plenty and of late had had fortune of some sort that had, about to, bring him in an All these things you He had novel did not begin until the n good of the book. Punch remarks, ■ was usual trouble with these things is they don't finish until the end." find about it? out when you investigate his business, | but I feel sure our way does not liejMinard'a Liniment r imposed exile foi her, too. Love for you daring, but, it Military Defence Contribution Singapore Free Press: Hon. Mr. Bagnall has raised the question of the Military Contribution in Legislative Council. If we confess that it was a little unexpected we admit that it was timely because it is very desirable that a careful watch should be maintained just now in this matter. The reasons for this are, in the first j place the Home Government is con-; scious that its expenses on defence i generally--not military alone--are j beginning to take shape as far as j Singapore is concerned; in the sec-id place, the home taxpayer is carry-in i extraordinarily heavy burdens, and in the third place the Home Government has realized that this part of the world has put up some notable sums of money in connection with Imperial defence and may therefore reasonably be suspected of being cap-I able of putting up more. I An old carter in a Scottish village had a rare fund of eloquence. Ono day Jamie was driving a cart loaded I with sand up a steep hill, when some mischievous boys, seeing their opportunity, knocked the tail-board out of the cart, and then, taking a short cut, I reached the top of the hill to hear | what Jamie would say when he arrived there. When the cart got to the top, Jamie drew rein, filled his pipe, and then sauntered round to see that everything was in order. When he got to the back, and saw what had taken place, his eyes passed from the empty cart to the expectant children. "Run awa' name, laddies," he said. "Run awa' hame. I'm no equal to tha occasion." February 11, 1927 civilized people are scattered "How so?" "I heard him say he Intended n to touch a drop again." usually Minard's Liniment for Toothache.