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d8 for the price experience and If: than can be ic truth of this Canned Goods ence our large fry us for your cheap to .bUy. 1 Parts '3‘ and cap to clear. ‘I‘OCGI‘S‘ ‘rades 2 CITED oviding a cue tor lective action. 'ED NOW AT ANY TIIE. ‘r-efiects of grippe- obe aqua! to the nut equip your- ? those very fine 'L‘ITS we are show- n‘ade any style. e-breasted. Also (kw-tacmnxcs. money question. on . . . ILORS. Foot on Lindsay. 'e Troubles. ir Sons pairing Dressing er Repairing ‘Instruments :, morbid con- x eing mus cABEFou DAY order ition Shears stock. LLON I33. at the irregular ress after 5:34:13!!!an armmm .11 right. mateâ€"thank you same,” said the elder of the W'c’ll get. on." ain’t no common tramps said to himself. Young, too? tic one no“: He ain’t mor'n WE Wish to return r sincere thanks to r many friends and stomers for their sup- >rt during the_yea.r at is past. May the :ar 1897 be both a. Lppy and prosperous [8, is the Wish of was a biting cold afternoon. The cracked sharply under the :rs 0E ptssimr sleighs, and the on the windows refused to yield 2 combmed influence of the pale nubcr sunliuhc without and the Lee heat within. Norah, the brmazd of all work at the \Vhit- coming home from a hasty trip grocer's for some articles which ad forgotten to order, slipped in 'h the bulkhead instead of facing rue wind whlch came whirling the corner. She didn’t stop to . J. PETTY n zhe bulkhead. They seldom fasten it. They ware young 2 at the Whimng’s, new to house- ng. and it was one of their 3 ways. ' w see them two poor b’ys.“ said to herself, as she looked out of imben window at two tramps ere sauntering by. Even the Yours, very truly, be "Quatcbman. r Whiting was a kind-hearted woman, but. her mind was full {first dinner party, to be giVen 'gbv‘, and there really wasn’t a. ’of it. left for tramps. id not make them hasten, but use to bury, since, as warm- d Norah said to her mistress a I later, “There’s no Thanksgiving 3 likes of them, poor souls, an’ ing coldi” ts, its hard,” said Mrs. Whiting ctedly. “And Norah, you had us the cold boiled ham and the doughnuts in the store closet ellar, until after Thanksgiving. e room in the pantry {or other ’9 HE JEWELLER, Kent Street. TRAMPS’ THANKSGIVING pl down out of sight, and the iu'inzer twilight. deepened into l The wind went down, but it ll bitterly cold, and the two wandered into the railway to get Warm. There they until after the last express d thundered by. y to turn you out, boys,” said u-bearted old station mater, «9 gut to leave now. If 1 inst take the paper bags down, lid Norah. “they are just in my me, and its no use saving them.” tramps had looked at Norah as dged in through the bulkhead, xchanged no words about her. nodded wearily on, the sun URSDAY. JAN. 28th, 1896. 0311',” be said refiectively, “but bachelor, and the old lady I bostd-o-wcll she’s s cranky "H’m, can’t; find any pillow,” said the irrepressible Fred; “and some feller mu_st havg syiped my blgnkctsl’, In 'thc aaiacent lwndry he found some old rugs hung over a line, und in the store closet the boiled burn and doughnuts and some raw apples and potatoes. "I hate to steal their foodfbut w'e can’t starve.” Joe roused himself, “If we can find any food we’ll take itâ€" and pay » for it.” “Sorry” said Fred. “but my pocket book is in my other pants!” Joe took frdm his'pozkec a Bit, of a candle, which he lighted and went; on Inn-explpring _ ex pedition._ “Oh, shut up!” said Joe good naturedly, “you listen to me. W'hen its light, we"! look about and see what we can find to do.” (“Never heard of a tramp hunting for work much," muttered Fredâ€"“never does in “new newspaper yarnsâ€"wouldn’t think a tramp had feelings like other folks to read them yarns, or even wash his ‘3: face: Joe imadé no reply. His great helpless-looking black eyes were fixed on vacancy and he did not. seem to hear. “What shall we have for Thanks- giving dinner?” §ai_d _F1:ed,_ presently “When you are done ja young fellow we’d better get a we can.” “Say,” he went on after a pause, “you must have had a. lot of learning. You don’t talk like me. You may be a college chap for all I know.” “What. indeed?” said' Jae with a (impairing groan that the other’s anger melted away. ‘Oh we are an ornament to the professmim we are!" interjected the other contexnptuouslyntben in a. different tone, “Fred my boy, we are a. bad lot, and you know it;just useless loafers. Fred, did Ihey used to keep 'l‘hanksgiving at your home? That farmhouse that you were such a fool as to run away from.” “\Vell what did you run away from, I wonder? You baint no call to talk to ”K!” growlefi Pkgd afngirly. ‘ Oh, just paying for my lodging! Thats what. a cramp is supposed to do 7 -cut wogd 107 pa: fog his lodging!” There was a long pause, Joe filled two of Noah’s paper bags with coal and replenished the fire noiselessly. then he took out a clasp knife and began to whistle a piece of pine wood into long splinters which he put into a basket near by. “What, are you doing, Joe?” said Fred. “I say.” said Fred, “we Ilia-’8 bad uns, for tramps, we don’t steal, and we don’t swear, norâ€"3’ "There wasn’s no furnace in my father's house,” said the younger and more talkative one. “It was a farm house, and I hated a. farm, so I run awa)‘.,' Gmnghacé: “ith the rugs. he told ’rcd W but, he had dizcovered, divided “No,” saxd the other with a harsh laugh; “I wasn’t. born one ! few are.” "Guess not, by the way they left the fire; but we’ll keep quiet all the same,” and he changed the dampers a. trifle, drew up his improvised chair, and opened the furnace door to warm his chilled fingers. His Companion glanced curiously at hing In the faint light his face looked stern and sad. “Come this way,” he said briefly, ind led his companion towards the bulkhead, It yielded to his touch: they stumbled down the steps, and were under cover. It, Was not specially mum in the cellar, but it seemed a. paradise in contrast, with the bitter cold outside. A faint light streamed from the half opened door of tho furnaceâ€" evidenuy left ajar to keep the fire alwe untll the family should return next night. ' “Maybe somvebodiy here all the an me you better go slow, old boy!” continued his chum. “Say, Joe, how’d you know about furnaces?” said the boy. “Used to have one at home, Fred,” said joe, briefly. "You wafin'c always a tramp, n6 more’n me?” The two tramps plodded back over the route they had come. The houses \ere all dark. There were long ~1chCth of blucknvss between the smxtered street lamps that seemed culder to the poor ‘ellows just by x'r-aan of the absence of light. They turned up the Collars of their thread- mre overcoats, and thrust» their hands iceper in their pockets. Hxs companion looked about him; my were at. (he \Vhttiug house and a. nought struck him. He remembered eing Norah go in through the aulkhead, and hearing Mrs Whiting say to a. departing caller, “Yes, we are going this evening on the late train, Norah and allâ€"yesâ€" to spend Thanksgiving.” seventcenâ€"jusc a boy. Too bad, bad.” The elder of the tramps, whom his cempanion called Joe, closed it and opened the drafts. He brought up an old chair without a. back and a. wash tub which turned upside down made a. good seat. When they were warm enough to talk he said. “We are all right. till tomorrow night. I heard the lady say they were going away on the evening train to spend Thanksgiving.” ‘1 can’t Stan-d this much longer,” :inally gasped the younger, with chat.- xzing teeth. done jabbering “No cxamberry sauce, thank you,” said Joe, after laughing at the picture- .suggwsted by Fred’s remark of a pig with wings! “I prefer a. routed apple," helping himself to one of several that Fred had roasted by stringing them on a long stifi' wire that he had found among the rubbish. By resting one end on the back of the furnace lining. and moving the other back and forth, be kept them turning so. that they roasted evenly without burning. After dinner they occupied them- selves in making plans for the future. The memories of the day had stirred the hearts of both, and determined them to make anew start. At least, Joe was determined to give his young companion one, and mature his own plans later. “Will yOu have dark or light meat?” Said Jae with the boiled ham before him and the clasp knife in his nund. “This,” surveying the ham carefully, “is the finest turkey I've seen for some time! Do let me give you a bit of the breast and some Stuffing.” "I’d rather have a wing!” said Fred with a chuckle. When Fred reappeared, Joe made no allusion to his absence, and they seated about the work they had planned to do, They piled up the wood neatly, cut up a large quantity of kindlings, mended the handle of the wood basket, and did various things that had been left for the man who came Derioniaily to do odd jobs. Then it was time to get dinner. which was a repetition of the morning’s bill of fare, but the tramps Were not fastidious and waxed facetious over their repast. “It. may be too late for m9, but. I’ll try to save the boy,” he thought to himself. “He shall go back to the farm, and in a few'yeara these months of wandering will seem almost. like a. dream to him.” No humble kitchen with its rustic, table servxce, but glitter of silver and perfume of flowers, costly demask and priceless chinaâ€"a. gracious presence presiding over all. His widowed mother, Heaven help her! “733 ever cursed with such a son? a gambler, a.fuigtive from justice, an outcast. torevze: "The only son of his mother and Shea widow.” Ah, happy widow of the Bible story, whose son had not disgraced her! And that older man, left to his own thoughts at the rough breakfast table? \Vhat words can describe the pictures his memories called up 02 happier Thanksgiving days? Fred choked back a. sob. He was only aboy after all, poor fellow, and this was his first Thanksgiving away from home. Both were silent for sometime. Fred’s thoughts persisted in going back to the bright New England kitchen, and his last Thanks- giving oreakfast there. He could see it all, like a picture. The yCHOW painted floor with its braided mats. the sun shining across the breakfast itable with its coarse, white tablecloth, ‘its steel knives and forks and brown and white mbzes‘am There was always chicken pie on Thanksgiving morning, he remembered. There by the stove was grandma’s rocker with its patchwork cushion, and on the otherside, father’s big cowhide boots were warming. He always would keep them there, no matter what mother said, and motherâ€"Fred jumped up suddenly and going into the laundry shed bitter tearsâ€"the first for many a. monthâ€"over his home memories. Going into the laundry he washed his fame and hands at one of the set tubs, smiling a. little as the action reminded him 0: Fred’s remark about the “newspaper tramps” who never wash their faces! Then be carefully washed his usetul clasp knife, cut some generous slices of boiled ham which he piled on one of the paper bags, filled a tin pail cover with doughnuts. spread a. stray newspaper on the wash bench and breakfast. was ready! “W hat are we going'to drink,” Fred asked. “Well,” answered Joe, soberly, “tea is sort of womanish, and coffee might make you bilious--let’s try cold water!” Bringing out two empty fruit jars, he filled them with that wholesome if not exactly “warming” beverage. Two paper bags answered for plates; the potatoes were done just enough, and eaten from their jackets, were not to be despised. Salt would have improved them, but the ham helped to make that deficiency less aparent. As they drew up to that improvised table the same thought struck each that it was Thanksgiving morning! “Dou’b talk!" said Joe sharply, “eat your breakfast ! we’re trampsâ€"just, tramps. Be thankful that you are not frozen or starved.” Thanksgiving morning dawned clear and cold. “1’11 get breakfast, ” said Joe, “and youâ€"Well, you’d better make the beds and swgep up'” the rugs with him, fixed the furnaCe for the night, and then the two poor Wanderers tried to sleep, haunted by who shall say what dreams of Thanksgiviugs past, and gloomy visions of others yet to come. Somewhat refreshed -by. a night’s rest, and in comfortable quarters, their spirits revived and they entered into the fun of the thing with a boyish abandon. surprising to themselves as they looked back upon it in after years. Joe raked down the furnace fire and put some potatoes to roast in the hot ashes. “I can’t help tfiinkiag,” saicf Fred, huskily,7“ot' fihg faygn, and-7” THE WATChMAN, LINDSAY' THURSDAY. JANUARY 28TH.1897. Mrs. Whiting and n lady friend were soliciting subscriptions for some charity, and Mr. Whiting went; with them One afternoon and stopped at the office of a. business acquaintance noted for his benevolence, even in a city where open handed givings was the rule and not the exception. The gentle- man cheerfully signed the paper end brought it to the ladies, as he was just lowing the ofiice for the night. As the signature caught Mu. Whiting’s eye she gave a start and exclaimed, “Why it looks like our tramp’s writ;- Five years later, the Whiting, who had moved to a crude new western city, were one day reminded of their “tramp episode,” as they always called it» Outside the gate they parted. Joe watched the ungainly boyish figure till it. disappeared in the darkness, then burned with a. heavy sigh and walked off in the opposite direction. “Shan’t I ever see you again Joe? I’ll go with you now if you’ll only let me,” pleaded the boy, but Joe refused. “The world is small, after all. You may see me again sometime,” said he; but in. his heart he knew better. They ate their supper in a thought- ful mood. Then Joe tacked his “letter” on the door at the head of the cellar stairs, fixed the fire once more, and they left the shelter that had meant so much to them to be homeless wander-ere once more. but not togetherâ€"never more together. Fred’s boyish grief was open and violent, Joe’s repressed but none the less sincere. “Would, you, though?” said Joe significantly. “Well, I wouldn’t. And now we must. have our last meal here and as they would made no use of anything a tramp lefa behind him, we may as well take the rest. of the ham and doughnuts with us.” “Well, its a great letter,” said the boy. " Don’t believe old Winters that kept our school at home and thought he was some pumpkins, could hold a candle to it! Wouldn’t I like to be here when they read it?” with a boyish chuckle. As Fred read this epistle and signed it. in a. big schoolboy hand, he express- ed his admiration for the author of it: in no stinted term. “But it don’t; sound like a tramp’s letter,” be object- ed. “The fclks’ll think its a. joke.” "It won’t seem a joke to find all their ham and doughnuts gone, I’m thinking]: said Joe grimly.“ “We thank you,” it read, "for your involun- tary hospitality. When we tell you that the quiet ‘Thanksgiving’ which we have passed in your cellar has not only saved us from pos- sible death, from cold and hunger, but has igiven us courage to make a new start in life we feel sure that you will not grudge us the food and shelter which you Would probably have denied us if asked, and not without rea- son. We are only two tramps, but we hope to be men with some place in the world, how- ever humble, before another Thanksgiving, and we sign to this the names which have serv- ed our purpose as tramps and which we now drop forever. Gratefully yours, ‘Jorz’ Axn ‘FRl-tb.” Joe looked at; him sadly and irreso‘ lubelyâ€"here was his only friend. He never could go back to those of former times. He must makeanew start among new people, if he made one. Perhaps he might fail; it would be up~hill work anyway. Why not keep the boy with him? But reason said “No.” He might not be able to save himselfâ€"he could save the other. "What are you going to do?” said Fred. “Never mind about) me,” said the other. “You do as I tell you. It’s euoqgh for you to know that I’m not going to live this way any longer.” “But I hate to leave you, Joe,” said the boy. “You’ ve been awful good to me since we 've been togethei. I’d rather tramp with you and starve than live right up to the handle with most folks.” There was no shadow of a. crime between Fred and his home, and his parents were both living. It was pos- sible and easy for him to return. With himself it was different. His mother had died, and he himself was dead to all of his name and race. But in the far west, with a new name, he might heve an honorabfe if not a. happy career, after years of hard work and disaouragement. At least he could try. “Fred,” he sold, “we are about eight miles from Wâ€"â€", and I‘m going to send you with a note to an old friend who will help you to get: work. When you have earned enough to get some decent clothes and pay your {ale back to the old farm, you are to goâ€"you undersmnd?" “So you want to stay with me?” he saidLanthz-ed lgrighteged _instant)y. He signed the name which had been his in that prosperous time, which he had disgraced and had been forced to renounce forever. Folding the shabby little note, he addressed it to one of the prominent business we}; 9! Wâ€"â€", ’l‘hen taking one of the useful paper bags he wrote a note to leax‘e behind them for their involuntary host and hostess: "Now,” said Joe. Don’t you want to see your mother?” Fred nodded “Well, old fellow I‘m going to fix it so you can, but you must. drop me to do it. Its the best thing, the only thing for you. You see I can ask for you what I could’nt. for myself.” “Will you help the bearer to get work at which he can earn an honest living, and see that he goes to visit his parents when he has a respectable position and has earned money enough to clothe himself properly for the visit? I ask this in the name of the friendship which once existed between us, and to which I for- feited all claim {our years ago.” ' On the blank leaf of mi old letter which he found in the rubbish, he wrote witha lead pencil as follows TELEPHONEâ€"0856c, No 77, Mill No. 78. 0- II. M. BAKER, Acm Try Our Job Department Firat-class HARDWOOD, long and short. DRY MILL WOOD. Tye company have built a large shed upd wul be prepared to 31153va Pry Mifl W009! flaring thg Awinter. DOORS, SASH, MOULDINGS and all other kinds of inside A quantitv o! 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In cases of paralysis,spinal troubles, locomotor ataxia. sciatica, rheu- matism, erysipeiu, scrofulous troubles, etc., these pills are superior to all other troubles which makes the lives of so many women a burden, and speedily restore the rich glow of health to pale and sallow cheeks. Men broken down by overwork. worry or excesses,‘ will find in Pink Pills Anyone seeing the robust health and active form of Mr. Jack McDonogh, who is managing Mr. A. Gilchrist’s harness business during his absence in Scotland, would be considerably surprised to learn that only two years ago he was a confirmed invalid and unable to walk without the aid of crutches. But such is the case, and hearing of his remarkable cure from the excruciating agony of inflammatory rheu- matism by the use of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, a representative of the Watchman called upon him to learn the particulars. Mr. McDonOgh was found working at the iharness bench,as well and active as any young man in the country, and in reply i to a Question about his 99“? Said :-“Yes. mine was quite a remarkable case. Two years ago last spring, while at home in Wingham, [was suddenly taken down [with rheumatism, my feet and ankles miiia: so that I could not even put on hm oversh3e. 1 was in bed for three ‘rweeks under the care or lthe doctor, and {had to use crutches for a long time ’that. The next spring the rheumatism ‘came back again, worse than ever. attack- fing all my joints. but plincipally my ‘ankles, knees, hips, elbows and wrists. The doctor gave me very little encourage- ment, and said he was afraid of it going to my heart and killing me. I have read a great deal about Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, and the cures they had wrought, and I determined to try them. At first 1 did not notice much change. but before I had taken half a dozen boxes I was so much improved that I had given away my crutches and have never required their use since. I still took the Pink Pills for some time longer and I have never had a touch of rheumatism since. and hope I never may. I can say that Pink Pills cured me of a bad case of rheumatism and I cheerfully recomnied them to others suffering as I did.” after 1 l i Mr. Whaing lau" 10d and closed the carriage door. Then, In reply to Mr. Bovnton’s inquiring look, he said, “Shall I walk a. few steps with you and 158 1 you our ‘tmmp story ?’ In is quite like a. romance} As he finished, he Said “I (1011’ n mind telling you, Mr. Boy men, that there’s apt to be a. lump in my throat when I think of those poor fellows, and as for my wife, I don’t: believe them are many nights when she doesn’t pray for those two tramps whom we never saw, and of whom we know only what; is written on a brown paper bag which she keeps in her desk.” Mr. Whiting looked after him a. moment. “Queer fellowâ€"Boyntonâ€" rather abrupt sometimes,” he mutter- ed, and he, too went his way. As Mr. Boyton sat in his handsome but; lonely room that night, there was a wistful expression on his face as he said to himself, “I wonder if Fred went home to the farm!” "Heaven 'bless her always, and all women like her,” he said. “Good-night, this is my corner.” SUFFEBED FRO)! TWO SEVERE ATTACKS 0F RHEUMATXSMâ€"DOCTORS FEARED THE TROUBLE WAS GOING TO HIS HEART” PINK PILLS CURE!) HIM AND HE GAVE AWAY HIS CRU’I‘CKES. From The Tivcrton Wntchman. GAVE AWAY HIS GRUTGHES. Mr. Boynoton paused and lifted his but. Leverently. THE STORY OF MR. :1. McDONOGH OF TIVERTON, ONT. ing !” and men blushed as she realized that her remark mighbwsound a trifle uncomplimentury. Rbnizh ind Dressed LuxhfiefShifiEiéE ,A‘ “A , ---bra.nd--' H. J. Lytle, We Want You FENELON FALLS Byclists attention! Have your wheels pub in trim by a thoroughly practical me- chnnin. Don't wait for the rush. Lock and Gunsmith. o. 23, WILLIAM STREE‘I [\Cfi'H-l V 7 Find Machinery, Tools and Inétruments of all kinds repaired in a. first-class mm ner. W, WEBSTER, NEW BICYCLE â€"_ANDâ€"_ GENERAL REPAIR SHOP Practical Machiningool-Maker N otKinz-st..E.of ' g s 49 1 75 .10 24 Patented Nappadale-st. .. 31 we! of the County 0! Victoria, ea directed by the Wet-rant o! the I- THOMAS “ATCHm- TWP- ‘nted the Tenth day or November. A.D., 1896. “1'11 proceed to een Warden 0’ the “id County 0‘ Viceom, ‘~ who! land. for the menu of taxee now due upon them h- each and every 0‘ the 35"" mentioned P“ “e costs,- (uu‘m the said arrests of taxes and cost: In sooner spectively. as above setout, together With u. ‘5'. in the said County of Victoria, at Eleven o'clock m the paid). st the Court. House in_ the Town of Linde AD. 1397, torenoon, on Tuesday. the Sixteenth day 0! Febn. ‘1' 1 '1" MANHETI‘, Corxw Tnmernzn’s Omcx. { County Treasurer Lxsnsn, 10111 Nov, 1896. 9 u... North half ...... North half. .. . F. Falls West F. Falls West. West half ...... . . ... East half. . . .V ....... W. pt. N.W. i ...... Emit half ........... West half ...... .. . . . re pt. ..... E. Falls West F. Falls West, S.W. ........... . West alt ........... West half ........... South part; .......... qus (Sorland Mil- W. of William-st East half. .......... East half ........... . W. .of Bobcay geon- b.0f North st. West half. . . West half... cu PU Lot Bo part 33‘ "'1. a N- i of S. i ...... a on East half ............ South 1151! ........ .. . North half .......... West half. . . ....... . West half. . ..... ‘ Part 01 Lot, or Street. South half. ...... South halt ......... TUESDAY, 16th February, 1897, at 11 O’Clock A. M. North half West: half ..... ling Co.) ........ to come toour shore LOOKING PLEASANT sometimes. “'e have so much to sell besides quinine, and all thoae bitter things; we don't- want you to think we are happy only when you are sick. or (tour-m, if you mustbe ill, we always want to put up your prescription, but we have 3 thousand and one things that, you need besides medicine. Just now we have some particularly tine bathing accessories. Rubber and bristle hath brushes very cheap; bath‘ mitts and elegant bath towels. They will last, for years and you take solid comfort every time you use them. Then every one must. have perfume and toilet waters. “'e have all kinds and at; .all prices. In fact, we have everything usually keyt in a nrlst classf tugs: store. ‘ 'est pt; . First published in 4m: thmux," 12th November," H l6 £¢ M I6 b‘ TREASURER’S SALE OF LANDS ’mfiâ€" COUNTY OF VICTORIA, Fenelon Falls Drug Store .o-....‘.. u’ u .o-~---o cen t- D a... For Arrears of Taxes, to be held at the Coca:- Hovaz, LINDSAy, on ‘gloi DRUG STORE 122 12) 130 154: 164 17? 173 179 15 11 18 13 10 19 14 17 24 13 16 16 11 )2?me Or; MNZMFOZ ”@98me ; 10 100 14 69 i 97 : 10 100 9 93 1 75 , u 56 19 79 1 99 i 11 i; 32 30 2 31 VILLAGE OF NORLAND IN LAXTON. 15 100 26 02 2 15 33a 10 75 1 TOWNSHIP OF OPS. : u 133 51 91 2 TOWNSHIP OF SOMERVILLE. 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