The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

A? COST! Up to I! have. We have left StOL‘k :â€" 8. P. SA UNDERS “not. '.. 1"»;‘05. CUTTERS, SLEIUHS, ROBES and COATS. Call and we the Ferguson SLOOP SLEIGH, Manufactured in Owen Sound. before buying For "DISCS DURH \ BIN! 41H JACOB KRESS. CIDERTAKING PRICES 'Tl l‘terom‘ 4H!) posits uf $1 utemlms gm “Otonu-xa }i\ Furniture . . . JOHN CLARK ’OOGb Cameron Dunn Hay Forks anaasd Bank of Canada a azza smut, raaama. ' Machine Oil, Harness UiL Axlr- Grease and Hum Ointment, 9:0 to DURI (McKinnon’a old Stand) That i always Ala II“ SUITS. A LARGE ASSORTMENT OF TROUSERS. | A LOT 0!" UNDERWEAR SOME JUST ARRIVED. FLANN LLET‘I‘ES A N D PRIN . S. SCOTT A FEW PEA JACKETS HEAVY \VEIGBT. Some of the goods offered have just been Opened. be ing a month on the road. A FE W OVERCOATS. THE SAVINGS BARK «I. KELLY, Agent. SA. martin..." iLLided to mac 0111;E 5‘ “’3 4 1110s 0, it selling at; '..'R will have the eflectl time. FEW READY - MADE ti Smoominu Harruus. (inndera. and Dowseil’~ . Washers-t and ‘Vrillgrl". Cream Separators, and .UAVAYS ON HAND FOR SALE..- 2“.“ AGENCY. The Harnessmuker. at rates sure to please rm )0 purchased harp “13,3031 points In 131. , Copylilbt. "02.123: nu: BOWEN-MERRILL connunr a5; - 6 <6- 666666: 66:66:66: ,..\, : Mamtoba. United 66:66:666m626rawaé6; 6. ,. :2- ;:‘:,'~;. ’6} i .~.- :.~,.~'::6; .. .4 6: , .. 66:6:- 6- 6: 6:66:66: ,. 6:: 1nd England. ‘ WW9WW¢QQ€W First Class Hears. a connection. Hm I speciaity. of our winter 1'88! m Savings Bank (1. upwards. Prom: :ry facility aflordé ht. a distance. ll ONTARIO. Agencv De pos allowed a busnness and (folk ONTARIO $2,000.0(K 1.000.00( DURHA ONT. 850.000 R0 "Rake or hypocrite?” he exclaimed l the set-(mil time. ' "lievii or pharise‘e?’ he cried the third time. i lie peered over the coin and sent tor : his attorney. IIis soul passed away. mourned by Little Thunder until the will was read, when his lamentations ceased. Ile soundly berated niynheerg the patroon in his cotfin and refused to i go to his burying. Then he became an i ardent antirenter, a leader of “bolters,” l a thunderer of the people’s cause, the g devoted enemy of land barons in gen- I era] and one patroon in particular, the 3 foreign heir to the manor. ‘ “But let him thunder away, sir,” said Scroggs soothingly. “The estate‘s yours now, for the old patroon can’t come back to change his mind. He’s buried sure enough in the grove, a dark and sombrous spot as befitted his disposi- tion, but restful wl‘thal. Aye, and the marble slab’s above him, which re. mind: me that only a month before he took to his bed he was smoking his pipe on the north when his glance fell upon the lifting stone. Suddenly he strode Withouthllbacknndnmd ltn wmm ‘Somuehtorm!’ Orleans; Exhibit 8’”â€" “Spare me,” exclaimed Mauville. “Life is wearisome enough, but a bio:- raphy”â€" He shrugged his shoulders. “Come to your point.” “Of course. sir, I was only trying to carry out his instructions, the same. sir. as 1 would carry out yours!” with an ingratiating smile. Whereupon the at- torney told how he had furnished the patroon this roll and fastened it to his bed so that he might wind and un- wind it, perusing it at his pleasure. This the (lying man did. sternly noting the damaging facts. thinking doubtless- ly how traits will endure for genera- tionsâ€"aye. for ages. in spite of the pil- lory! The while Little Thunder was roaring petitions to divinity by his bed side. as though to bluster and bully the Almighty into granting his supplied tions. The patroon glanced from his pensioner to the roll. from the kneeling man to the prodigious list of peccu- dillos. and then he called for a shilling. a min still somewhat in use in Amer- ica. This he flipped thrice. “Roue or sham?" he said the first the white men cheated their bodies. Now and then. in those early days. the children of the forest protested against this evangelizing il'rocms and carried off the good dominie to the torture stake. where they plucked out his fin- ger nails. but he returned with as much zestto his task of landing these simple souls in paradise as those who employ- ed hini displayed in making an earthly paradise out of the lands the red nieu left behind them. The only other person who might have any pretensions to the estate was a reverend gentleman who had been a missionary among the lndians. preach- ing from a stump, and called Little Thunder by the red men because of his powerful voice, a lineal desvendant of the Rev. Dr. Johannes Vanderklonk. the first dominie of the patroons. who served for 1.000 guilders, payable in meat or drink. twenty-two bushels of wheat and two tit-kins of butter. He saved the souls of the savages. while \\’hen the earliest pziiroons had made known to the West India company their intention of planting colonies in New Netherland they had issued at- tractive maps to promote their coloni- zation projects. Among those who had been hired to America by these entic- ing advertisements was an ancestor of Edward Mauville. Incurring the dis- pleasure 'of the governor for his god- less views, this Frenchman was sent to the piliory, or whipping post, and his neighbors were about to cast out the devil of irreverence in good old fashioned manner when one of the gov- ernor’s daughters interceded. carried 03 the handsome miscreant. and. such was her imperious way, married him. He was heard in after years to aver that the ‘whipping would have been the milder punishment; but. be that as it may, a child was born unto them who inherited the father’s ad- venturesome and graceless character, deserted his home. joined hands with some ocean rovers and sailed for that pasture ground of buccaneers, the Car- ibbean sea. 0! his subsequent history various stories may be found in the chronicles of New Orleans and Louisi- WWWWW'? rass tne oomez" answered the our “This morning." replied Mauville W ”W IIIIIIZI5UIHS . ,. L: 91'. “Gently, man! Don‘t disturb its lightly. “And meanwhile pUt this to waywavmavwwmeML-nâ€"w .z. repose and remember it disdains the 3;; c2: 2 perpendicular? â€"--â€" Aâ€"nâ€"A--â€"â€"A A H a THE SIROHIRS Copytilht. 1902. Ly THE BOWEN-MERRILL COMPANY By FREDERHC S. lSflAM. Author of “Under the Rose" "Lord! How you go on!" exclaimed Scroggs. "What with sampling this and sampling that, my head‘s going round like a top. If there’s anythlng in the cellar the old patroons put down we haven’t tried, sir, I beg to defer the sampling. I am of the sage’s mindâ€" ‘Ot all men who take wine, the mod- erate only enjoy it.’ say: Master Bacon or none one else.” Hour after hour passed. midnight had come and gone and still the lights glowed. Seated in the library. with the curtains drawn, were the land baron and Scroggs. a surveyor's map between them and a dozen bottles around them. Before Mauville stood several glasses containing wines, of various vintages. which the land baron compared and sipped, held to the light and inhaled. alter the manner of a connoisseur sampling a cellar. He was unduly dignified and stately, but the attorney appeared decidedly groggy. the kitchen. bending over the smoky fireplace. and not a lavender scented gentleman who aired himself in the drawing room. a fine top with nothing but the mirrors to pay him homage. Little Thunder. standing with folded arms in the dark road. gloomy as Luci- fer. almost expected to see the brilliant fabric vanish like one of those palaces of joy built by the poets. Well might he ask, for the late myn- beer the patroon had been a veritable bat for darkness; a few candles an. swered his purpose in the spacious rooms; he played the prowler, not the grand lord; a recluse who hovered over his wine butts in the cellar and gloated over them while he touched them not; a hermit who lived half his time in That evening when the broad mead. ows were inundated by the shadow 0| the forest that crept over it like an in coming tide the land baron ordered lights for every room. The mane! shone in isolated grandeur amid the gloomy fields. with the forest wall around it; °adiant as of old. when strains of music had been heard within and many figures passed the windows But now there was light and not life. and a solitary antirenter on the lonely read regarded with surprise the un- usual illumination. “What does it mean?” asked Little Thunder, for it was he. waiting and watching as without the gates of para- dise. «-.:!.--m!:n'. “Yuur notices. Scroggs, wvro wastvc (m tlw (IL-sort air,” said the pntmor grimly to that disappuintvd worthy "What’s the use of tenants who don" pay? Playing at feudal lord in nmtlert times is a farce, Scroggs.” To further add to the land bnron‘q dissatisfaction ovnr his horitzuro. “ron' day." that all inuanrtunt day in 11.2 nidvn (EUM'S wltvn my lord's Gnul' hm [W'n lwsivgvd by the willing "zx-w Minors. lWmmrf‘ul in rendering mm CHAPTER IX. AVING started the Wheels oi! justice fairly moving, with Seroggs at the throttle. the new land ha ron soon discover- ed that he was not in consonam-e with l the great commoner who said he was I savage enough to prefer the woods and wilds of Monticello to all the pleasures of Paris. In other words, those rural delights of his forefathers, the pleas arcs of a closer intimacy with nature. awoke no responsive chord in Man. ville‘s breast, and he began to tire be- fore long of a patriarchal existencd and ernllers and oly-koeks and playing the fine lord in solitary grandeur. “A vast principality,” added the so- licitor, waving his hand toward the fields and meadows far in the dis- tancc. A “The old patroons could strike a rare bargain,” muttered the heir as he casu- ally surveyed the ancient deed and then, folding it, placed it in his breast pocket. “For a more song was tied quired”-â€" “By the way,” he said obsequiously, selecting a yellow, well worn bit of paper from his bundle of documents, “it may interest you to keep this your- self. It is the original deed for all these lands from the squaw Pewaseh. You can see they were acquired for a few shillings’ worth of ‘wet and dry goods’ and seventeen and a half ells ot’ duf- fels.” Having come to an understanding with his client, the lawyer arose to take his departure. “No doubt”-â€"yawningâ€"“my ancestors were rogues!” “Ob, sir,” deprecatorily. “If the tenants don‘t pay, turn them out,” interrupted Mauville listlessly. “if you have to depopulate the coun- try.” “Evade their debts, do they?” said the land baron languidly. “What pre- sumption to imitate their betters! That won’t do. I need the money.” “They claim the rights of the land- lord originated in fraud”â€" “The tenants object to paying rent,” replied Scroggs sadly. “They’re a sorry lot!” said he, seeding-like. 1511! age heard him and now he lies with a stone on him he cannot lift, while you, sir,” to his listener deferentially, “are sole heir to the estate and to the feud.” “A feud goes with the property?” re~ marked Mauville carelessly. l\'(‘ lwsivgt‘d by the \\'i vrs. "Iwerful in rend W What was due Cmsur . lwen dropped from I r. St-vnml 1'. (119 modvrn Scott’s Emulshm, fresh air, rest all you can, eat all you can, that’s the treatment and that’s the best treatment. Don’t wait until you can’t deceive vou1s1lf any longer. degin with the first thought to take Scott s I; nulsion. If it isn’t really consumption so much the better; you will soon forget it and he better for the treatment. If it is consump- tion you can't expect to be cured at once. but if you will begin in tim, and will be rigidly regulzu in your treat- ment you will win. “Not in bed yet, Oly-koeks?” cheer- fully said the land baron. “I am just up.” i “In that case it is time for me to re. ’ tire,” returned the master, with a ’ yawn. “This is a (lull place, Oly- I kooks; no life, no variety. Nothing going on!” The time to treat consump- tion is when )0u begin tryin g to hide it from yoursel Others see it, you _won'.t The best lung fertilizer is Scott’s Emulsion. Salt pork is good too, but it is very hard to digest. Consumption is a human weed flourishing best in weak lungs. Like other weeds it’s easily destroyed while young; when old, sometimes im- possible. Strengthen the lungs as you would weak land and the weeds will disappear. “Is Vanderdonkville in the wyck ?” asked the land baron quickly. “No. It was separated from the wyck when Rickert Jacobus married”â€" “Not for weeks and months some- times! The old patroon ordered the schout to arrest them it they entered the wyck.” “Lord, I don’t know, sir. They’re Ihow folks, and that’s all”â€" “Do many strolling players come this way?” “Never mind the family genealogy! Have the coach ready at 9”â€" “Nothing going on?” he said aloud. “Mynlleer the palroon complained of too much life here, with people taking farms all around. But, if you are dull, a farmer told me last night there was a company of strolling players in Van- derdonkvllle”â€" called '2” “Strollers!” exclaimed Mauville, wheeling around. “What are they The servant glanced at the formida- ble array of bottles. “And he ‘calls this a quiet life!” thought the care- taker, losing his impassiveness and viewing the table with round eyed wonder. With this sententious remark Scroggs gave a sudden lurch forward and quiet- ly and naturally slid under the table. The patroon arose, strode to the window, which he lifted. and the night air entered, fanning his hot brow. The leaves on high rustled like falling rain. The ehns tossed their branches. striking one another in blind con- fusion. As he stood there the stars grew pale. The sky trembled and quivered before the advent of morn. A. heavy footstep fell behind him, and, turning, he behold the caretaker. “Well, sir, she’s a woman. and that’s enough," replied the lawyer. “And my opinion is it's better to have noth- ing to do with ’em.” “She is not in the scroll you pre- pared for my lamented kinsmnn. 011? No titlv. man; not even a society lady. A stroller. which is next door to a vagrant." Mauvilie slowly emptied the glass. “A balsamic taste, slightly piquant, but agreeable,” he observed. “A danger- ous wine, Serog vs! It 'arries no warn- ing. Your older kind is like a world worn eoqnette whose glances at once place you on the defensive. This maid- en vintage. just springing into glorious womanhood, comes over you like a springtime dream.” '" ““‘hoâ€" who is she?” muttered Scm “Constance Carew other, desperately toast. “Spinning or not. you vintage”â€"the young mm ed with such fire as shm â€"“and drink to Cons-1:211. “So will I soon,” muttered Scroggs. “I hope you’ll excuse me, sir, out that last drop of Yenve Cliquot was the whipcord that started the top going, and, on my word." raising his hands to his head, “I feel like holding it on to keep it from spinning otf.” “Spinning or not. you shall try this vintage”â€"the young man's eyes gleam- ed with such fire. as shone in the glass â€"“nnd drink to Constance Carow!” “Constance (‘arewll' stnmniored the other. desncmtely swallowing the “T0ni2‘llt?” WEWS COTT 6: BOWNB. Chemists. Tex-onto, Ontarlm soc. and 3:; all dmakh. Fe sure that this teem II the form of a bin! OI a" wraxmcr cl every barl- cl Eu.-l.siou you buy. We will send you a Eitt1e of the Emul- sion free. Bu mos gravely demonstrated the ac- tion of the scene to Saint-Prosper. and the soldier became collaborator. “aban- doning. as it were.” wrote the manager in his autobiographical date book and diary. “the sword {or the pen and the glow of the Champ de Mars for the glimmer of a kerosene lamp.” And yet not with the inclination of Burgoyne or other military gentlemen who have courted the but!!! not! sock! On the No sooner were they smiled in far from commodious quartcrs than pimp arations for the future wcrc sm'inmly hcgun. and now the drama prm-e~«-:lc~cl apacc. with Barnes the moving spirit. Despite his assertion that ho was [2:- sclzolur. the nlanzlgct"s mind was 1qu storehouse of a hundred plays. and in that depository were many bags or gold and many bags of chafl. From this accumulation he drcw frccly. frankly. in the light fingered fashion of master playwrights and lesser the ntrical tbimble riggcrs. Before the m. ma gcr was a tableâ€"the stageâ€"upon which were scattered min. collaneous articles. symbols of life and character. A stately saltcellar repre- sented the leading lady. a pepper box tho irasclble father, a rotund mustard pot the old woman. a long. sllm cruet the tngenue. and a pewter spoon the lover. The manager’s mnntc fall. however. ugmn 1w: nouncmuem; on the cut forth inscrutable satisfa The other shook his “The town's for through.” he answvrod making a big fuss 3mm “I trust. novortl pared for :1 $0: drama." suggested "Philadelphia freight wagons. I 9121 pose you would call them. But w speak of them as arks. because tlu- take in all creation. 'l‘bem's tlw mm pants making a Mount Ararat or t}; porch. They’re downhvarted lw-«aus they used to liquor up hora and um thoy can't. for the town‘s tt-nuwranw. ed. by way of explanation in an to the nmnnger’s look of sun “You want to register. do you?" said the landlord in answer to Harms" hr quiry. as the latter enterpd tho ofliro. “We don't keep no register. but I guess we can accounnodate you. :11- though the house is rather full with the tellers from the ark. or.” he mid- Dashing as in n-view before tlu- rank and fl]? of the Village. the coarll. will! an extra flourish. ruttlod up to tlw [m- tol, a low but generous sizod Pdifii'v. with a wide. comfortable veranda. upon the railing of which was an army of boots and behind thmn a number of disconsolute looking tezunstvrs. CHAP'i‘lSi-i 1i. “ HE Show troupe has come to town,” said the tail. innit postmaster to every one win called. and the words pun w: from mouth to mouth. so that lizi'mA who did not Witness the arrival \n'l‘u soon aware of it. Punchinello and his companions never attracted morv at tention from the old country peasmm than did the chariot and its occulmnis as on the day after their night in tho woods they passed through the main thoroughfare of the village whcw tin-y were soon to appear. “Any time or never!" laughed the pa- troon. springing into the vehicle. But as he drove through a bit of wood. wrapped in pleasing reflections. he received startling proof that the warfare between landlord and tenants had indeed begun in earnest, for a great stone suddenly crashed through the window of the vehicle. without. however, injuring the occupant. Spring- ing- from his carriage. Mauville «laslml through the fringe of wood, dim-ham:- lng his revolver at what he tam-in] was a fleeing tigure. int a fluttering in the rues from the startled birds was the only result. Little Thunder was too Spry to be caught by even a pursuing bullet. ed OIy-koeks, who had reappeared at the sound of his master‘s footsteps. The caretaker hoisted the attorney on his broad shoulders. his burden still piping as they crossed the hall and mounted the stairway. Having depos- ited his load within the amazing depths of a Dutch feather mattress, where he lay well nigh lost to sight. but not un- heard. the wachtmeester of the steyn left him to well earned slumber and descended to the kitchen. At the appointed hour the land baron. frvshly sbavon. not :1 jaded line in his turn and plastic in stop, appeared on tho front pun-1|. before which his car- ringv wnk‘. waiting. llOL " indicating Scmggs, who was now suming like a bagpipe, with one aim lovingly wound around a leg of the library table. ‘1)rink to Constance Carcw I” (in lson of log Barne Ids head dul or lectures xpoct you back ntenauve ll‘il‘ ‘1' b 03' ury on. l'f I: 9" ask- A hooking Ola-u. Mr. Crittick-Miss Arts tells me I!» does most of her painting now on glut. Miss Spermâ€"I think she means with the 11d of I glut. --UVHI\ I‘l take place of the umie head of the tie- ceased person’s family. the widower or the eldest son or brother. whose duty it is to shake hands with every person who has been present at the ob- sequies when once they are over and people are going away. it is not eti- quette tor the gentieman'to speak to anybody, but it he is moved to team his weeping is considered a most to- pmpriate action. Shaking; “lady: at I"! A most painful (-us funor..-!s is the posting of the church wherein 1 “How solemnly they take their g amusements in the north. Mr. Barnes!" exclaimed a Voice in one of the en- trances. “What a contrast to the south -the wicked south!" The manager turned sharply. “We are mere servants of the public. I Mr. Mauville.” “And the public is master. Mr. Barnes! How the dramatic muse is whipped around! in Greece she was a goddess. in Rome :1 hussy. in Eng. land a sprightly dame. now a straight laced Priscilla. :ut you have I re- cruit. I see?" “You mean Saint-Prosper?" “Yes; and i can hardly blame himâ€"- under the circumstances!" murmured the land baron. at the same time ‘glancing around as though seeking u' some one. for the curtain in As she approached motionless in an pale. glow played 1 white on her ner folds of her gown. into the shadow. by a tall figure. wi stretched. SC "Circumstances! What circumstan- ces?” demanded the manager. H “raisings” and other neighborly core monies; when the farmer cut rye wit! a cradle and thrashed it out with hit flail; when “buttor and eggs were pi: money” and wheat paid the store keeper. The song had ‘ iarity, and in :1 and children 1m to the instrunm thrill of tempo) stirred their ho memories of the the wilderness; 1 building days; In due time the drama was given in the town hall. after the rehearsal. had been witnessed by a committee from the temperance league. who reported that the play “could not but exercise a .good influence and was entertaining ‘withal. We recommend the license to be issued and commend the drama to all Good Templara." Therefore the production was not only well attended, but play and players were warmly re- ceived. The town hall boasted a fairly commodiona platform. which now serv- ed the purpose of a stage. and-moteâ€" worthy circumstam‘vet-there were gas Jets for footlights. the illuminating fluid having at that early (lute been Introduced in several of the more pro- gressive villages. Betm-vn the :u-ts these yellow lights were turned low, and. runnim,r with the current 01' [inpu- lar desire. the «m-hestm. enlnruml to four. played by sp'wial rmues; “The Old Oaken liuvkut.” bbntfary. no foreign was the 'occupa- tlon to his leaning‘ that often a whim- Iicnl light in hls eye hetmyed his dil- lncllnatlon and modest disbelief in his own fitness for the task. “lle said the way I laid out an act reminded him of plannlng a campaign. with the outrld- era and skirmlshers before. the cavalry arrayed for swlft service and the in! fantry marching steadily on. carrying with them the main plot or strength of the movement." t No sooner were the saltcellar and pepper box reunited. and the pewter spoon clasped in the arms or the loving cruet. with the curtain descending. than Barnes. who. like the immortal Alcibiades Triplet. could turn his hand to almost anything. became furiously engaged in painting scenery. A mar- ket place. with a huge wagon contain- ing porkers and poultry. was dashed oi! with a celerity that would have made a royal academician turn green with envy. The 'l‘iddly Wink inn was so faithfully reproduced that the paint- ed bottles were a real temptation. while on the pastoral green of a rural land- scape grazed sheep so lifelike that. as Hawkcs observed. it actually seemed “they would eat the scenery all up." But finally sets and play were alike finished. and resultsfiemonstrated that the manager was correct in his esti- mate of such a drama. which became I. forerunner of other pieces of this kind. “The Bottle," “Fruits of the Wine Cup.” “Aunt Dinah’s Pledge” and “Ten Nights In a Barroom.” {10 m: ¢ d H) Cl Fronoh ll mville. who shod Fighted spot. the m her a moment. in sheen on the I then she stepped are she. was met hand eagerly out- roach "Iomll. stom at Fl‘t'llCh .' at the exit door 1 the ceremonies 2 head of the d9. 0'. the widower worn.) '8 soon It unwarra: drop. In It to his awhile c: the real Ionom' home in i splitting. road wimt rites of oighborly cere- pr cut rye with It out with his eggs were pin IN JR d tionaer fur the (,‘uuuny of pro-ptlyutwuded t“. Urden ill“ Implement Wureroums. mad. or u the Chronicw files pron residence . Orders nut: 1.1. Law: ”1' fur ”It“ attended 2.. OBEJH A Ala-tin: toloau. Uld kinds 001le bought and .~ Woeâ€"3130K: Town. Durban ham. ( . tumult-t "V ‘nfh 0!} 8mm, 1 of mun proper! 1;-k I: l College of Don Boomsâ€"()Mder I W. C. Pickering. 0. OHN CLAR K. LICE ”luck hon I JHGHL “In: Ofl I! Drs. The Jon DEPARI. H' 0'1 UGH (on )HYsH WERTIS'N MKS . {4.00 (WES mscxmsa ARRISTER WV 11%|):sz .muflncu "new." a TfiE HE Fl’ICEâ€" Fl RS'I DWIUUIJ ONOR R R Ufii( work fouling ( the Dr. T. G. Holt. G. Lefroy Mo MacKay D “'8 r Arthur Gun. I {nu-ham Remdemw. D: 71 I’d Lt’fl’dl Dim IIIVEI J. P. Telfo ver 6 H.1acks I"! w. um Balms at INQI ton. ADI iiLv: SOLIG