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"T‘ll go and see him off," said Mary Donovan, who was a very privileged person in Mr. Mumford‘s office. She took his arm as they went down the stairs., "It is bad luck. Apart from anything else, I‘m sorry because you were beâ€" coming cne of the maost useful men here. Look here, Ferguson, I don‘t often do this kind of thing, but if it would help you, give me as a reference. I‘m not bound to mention how ilong you‘ve been here, unless the question is directly asked, and I can certainly say that you have given every satisfaction and that we are sorry to lose you." front of him, and he signed it. "Well . . . good luck!" the old ma said and held out his hard. "Gcodâ€"bye . . . and thank you," Feor guwon said as the two men shook hand "Thank you very much, Mr. Mum forda." "If you make out the cheque, Mis: Donovan, I will sign it," he went on "Number two account, please. You‘re returning to London, Ferguson, I hear? "Yes. My past may not tread so heavâ€" ily on my heels there" a position of ary authority and I should be living on tenterâ€"hooks." Mr. Mumford nodded. "I quite see your point of view," he said. "Mr. Treâ€" vowe instructed me to pay you the balâ€" ance of this current quarter‘s salary." "That‘s exceedingly kind of you botii Ferguson said. "It‘s good of you, and it‘s gocd of Mr Trevowe. He knows the truth about thi other affair, of course. But, in the cirâ€" cumstances, I must go. Everyone in the building will know. I could never "I see that. And so did Mr. Trevowe.* ‘‘Does he know?" Ferguson asked quietly., "I‘ve just been phoning him," Mr. Mumford said. "He‘s distressed to hear about it. What he said was that we were to leave it to you. If you stay on I shall see that no one dares offer any discourtesy to you. Apart from my own feeling in the matter, I have Mr. Treâ€" vowe‘s express order." "There is no alternative. 1 with all these people know." They wére interrupted by Mr. Mumâ€" ford. "I‘m sorry about this business Ferguson," he said. "Very sorry indeed Miss Donovan told me. You‘re sure you‘re doing the right thing?" "Hallo, dear!" she said cheerfully. "I told Mummy you were esming in. How are you feeling?" "I hate leaving!" he said. "I‘ve been thinking things over." she said quietly. "You‘d never be here again. I think it‘s for the be«t~~ all things corsidered." CHAPTER x LEAVING TREVOWE‘s On the Tuesday morning Ferguson was late at the office for the first time since he jsined the staff of Trevowe‘s. He had no desire to meet ony cf the men with whom he had worked and at ten c‘clock he knew that the great maâ€" jority of them would be in their own oilfices. His secretary plazsed the cheque in Mr. Mumford was not in his ro» when he got there, but his seâ€"reta CANADIAN GENERAL ELECTRICc C mbAY. NOVEMBEEK 1i1TH 1937 e l n i in y y ie l in is y i n e t ies it i l ie zi ie i y y y i y p y n y y ty y k ~% 3 s e | k â€" U * U Â¥ k ie is a t A MOVING STORY OF A MAN WITH A PAST POR EILTTER LIGHT EDISON /MAZTDA wor that the 5 â€" room eretary @« TrOSg a he sa § ETTER S§S1GHT â€"UVUSEt Th WI tC the sergeant. GARROGD BEARS NO ILLâ€"WILL "Have a cigaretie?" he began, a held out his case. "I‘m sorry to h about this business. It‘s that nasty lit id Bou rut € Pm Treyvco YÂ¥*C I‘m Oily little swine! Mary told me about So vou‘re zcing bask?" 11 Wilkit acras. What Trevo The In This kin Anything â€" wron nt asked. He | 18A ‘img In, :A 1. He was is the visi| ud. ‘"‘All x e sergeant th i on AM AnC bitterlvy IL know id CAGApP, L100 x on digs let m ic‘le to the local ry decent of you, all right!" hz> sa let 1i hat ha 11 J him him. a LMl the Inspector sitting at his desk and or came in. "Sit down," ght, Jones," he nodded here tavin have had me in any wanted her." good to a girl!‘"‘ Perâ€" neet anyone." I‘m not ashamed of t ashamed of you the sixâ€"fifteen?" are one or two t van said," Perguso "I don‘t think PV ful to a human bein 11 to report to the O.., Limited old Payr the main entrance ne," she said firmly rtain that everythin: in his room. T‘ll tell went on a moment d ne nurried away the town in which ted. His immediate police station, and of the station serâ€" his high stool; the it to be filled in. in town?" night at one of St., Pancras." Just cutside St. too. Lock here, let me know and her." know," he said And where she‘s vcu any illâ€"will.‘ yÂ¥ere doing so wel e or two things| pity ford before I go."| is c bookingâ€"hall at sÂ¥ * deserted ou war arrod." the kindly serâ€" all about Ferâ€" As far as We I meanâ€"all o che negarâ€" to London 2 filled in want station." inspector." d genially. FPerguson Ves were inz bacl h and hear little sh> said. "I despise the men who have been whispering." "I can understand itâ€"the whispering, II mean. I‘ve no hard feelings exceptâ€" ’ing where Wilson is concerned." ! _ _"You will write to me toâ€"morrow," ‘she said, as if she were stating a fact. 8"And then whenever you‘ve got a few or his as she asked the question. "Tes." "Whether you have any news or not, remember. Even if it‘s bad news. I want to know." mMmi She ncdded understandingly. "Are you all right for money? I shall worry otherwise. I‘m comfortably off and have a few pounds to spare for a friend." "I‘m all right," he assured her again. "I shall never fcrget your kindness ‘‘My parsents are both dead. They were dead before . . . it all happened." She nodded understandingly. "Are par.ing. ‘"You‘ve been very good to me," he said quictly. t ‘"You ... you . . . never spoke about your mcoiher, Mr. Ferguson. I‘ve often wondered." 9l never been in prison," Ferguson said with a smile that cloaked his bitterness. "That‘s true of a good many people, I‘m afraid. Kgep smiling!" Ferguson lunched at Number 5 and in the afterncon he and Mrs. Gaddesâ€" den racked his belongings. He had augmented his scanty wardrobe since he came ts Mossford and was generally in a better state to face a period of unimp‘loymert. Mrs. Gaddesden was inâ€" clined to be tearful. "You can always have a bite and a bed here," she assured him at the ikc rod held out his hand. "As far as Mossford is concerned, I‘ve got none but the happisst memories. Wilson doesn‘t belong here, of course." "His name‘s Sternberg, isn‘t it?" "Yes. He‘s a wrong ‘unâ€"but he‘s never been in prison," Ferguson said nin "I‘m glad tofhear you say that. It would certainly be true of most of us. Well, here‘s the form. Just fill it in: it‘s quite simple." ‘"What about the address? I don‘t know what it will be." "Put in ‘To be notified later‘.‘" ‘«e signed it in full:â€" John Fingal Ferguson Hallett. "Rather a mouthful. isn‘t it?" he said with a smile as he passed the form to the Inspector. "You‘ll still call yourself Ferguson?" ‘"Yes. I‘m not going until this eveâ€" "I don‘t love him either. I shall find some job, I <uppose You fellows are very good, you know. "Not one of us dare give you away. You know that? I didn‘t even tell Mary â€"even when she was practically certain "I know. I‘ve had ncothing but conâ€" sideration from the police." "I‘m glad tofhear you say that. It would certainly be true of most of us. Well, here‘s the form. Just fill it in: won‘t last long, of got a few friends away from them. vowe accidentally. ‘"You mustn‘t pg doin will d L â€"CBIIEVC â€"YOuUu ll tell Mary ; She knows it. Then gzgocdbys ugh YOT promise. And Five as Hom Es ULO Spare will. I shall somewhere have your â€" ctor said. "H d even afier you! ° shcok H I 5)1'1“ bt‘ ulad tO have COII-! «m .Ms C .. M“WJ T :y y e â€" 3. We _ ie mal â€" m ue mewhere in the world." | For information as to rates, train serâ€" ive your word?" Her eyes were‘ vices, limits, etc. Apply to Ticket Agents. as she asked the question. !__T. N. 0. Ry, and Nip. Cent. Ry. V€ hcok her hand in silence and as red away he knew that he had hind a friend who wished him 1a t onventional phtr what the fact n It writ hate Trevowe‘s withsut you," I despise the men who have Ot 11 1€ 1 han any man or woman known. You know what Mr. thinks about her?" i nodded. ‘ypical. What do yeou think of own ?" good luck, old chap!" Garâ€" us‘ the point, Ferguson. to be. That‘s why I‘m ready nortal thing I can io help wTi t get morbid!" the inâ€" Hundreds of men make er a worse break than I‘m afraid, where Mary kn t will;"‘ _ she said you said ‘that." now her. She‘s loyalâ€" A» any man or woman 1. You know what Mr. s about her?" m V pounrds by me. It course. And I‘ve still but T‘d rather keep I ran into Mr. Treâ€" rase Cconveys no means to a man her when This kind and God nd of thing nineâ€"tenths THE PORCUPIN® ADVANCE. TTIMMINS, ONTARIO Thursd:dy, Nolv. 25th o TT A W A MONTRE A L Pambroke, Renfrew, Arnâ€" prior, Quebec and St. Anne de Beaupre Forâ€"a moment she was in his arms, her lips on his. "Sorry!" the guard said with a smile. "I‘d have held her up a bit if I could!" The train was moving. He saw her standing there, on the platform, her face white in the evening light. But she was smiling at him as the train bore him away. He could still see her as it slowly rovunded the curve of the platform, a silent figure, looking after him. And cout into the night he took the memory of her smile. "Nonsense. I‘m just an ordinary girl, but I happen to have fallen in love with you. There‘s the whistle. Goodâ€"bye, darling." "There‘s not much wrong with life, after all, if it produces a woman like you, my dear." "Not if I hear regularly and know the truth." Her eyes were on his again as she was speaking. "You shall know itâ€"good or bad." "Come what may, I love you. And I ccunt on you. You‘re going to make good. You‘re not going to let this beast WiHson get you down." "Then don‘t think! I am here. And I shall always be here when you want me. Here‘s the train. It‘s early." "I wish I were coming with you she went on, a moment later. "Listen, Mary. I shall be all I feel in my bones that I shall break. You won‘t worry?" "You haven‘t an instinct that isn‘t kind," she insisted. ‘"‘The very case itâ€" self showed that." "The difference you make," he said. "Of course I do!" she laughed. "I was just thinking what I should have felt like toâ€"night if you had not been here." "You‘re the wife that every man needs. But am I the husband a girl like you needs?" "I think so," she said. "A gaolâ€"bird?". "That is nomense and you really must get it out of your head!" she said, almost crossly. "You‘ll never be there again." ‘"That is true," he agreed, in a grim tone. ‘"*‘Told you not to be a silly ass, I‘m afraid." "No. He said that I was just the wife a man like you needed." "What do you think he said?" she asked with a smile. : Her hands closed on his. "Whatever ; happens, I‘m yours." she said. "If it Imcans being poor, we‘ll face it toâ€" gether, that‘s all. If it means carrying on with my jobâ€"or a jobâ€"after we‘re | married, then I shall carry on. People 'get through times like this somehow. : We shali look back on it in years to come and smile." "I read somewhere that women are of two kinds â€" the ones that put ‘ strength into a man and the ones that sap his strength." \ They sat on that windâ€"swept platâ€" form a while in silence before she said: "If there‘s any justice in things that 'man Wilson will pay for this." "You‘ve got wonderful courage! said. "I shall go and see Auntie toâ€"night," she said. "I can talk to her nrore easily than I can to mother." "She‘s a dear," he said. "I shall miss her . . . and the little room:." "Is that all you‘ll miss?" "My dear‘!" he said. And for a while they sat in silence. "There‘s nothing to worry about," she said at lensgth, firmly. "We love each other. That‘s the one thing that matâ€" ters. Six months ago I should have smiled if Td heard anyone say it, but it‘s simply true . . . now." "I‘m youngâ€"at least I‘m not oldâ€"" he began, but hesitated before he addâ€" ed: "And I shall fall on my feet." "I told the Old Man that I was going to marry you this afternoon, after he had ticked Mavynard off." "In some way or other he will. Soonâ€" er or later, we do pay for things." he agreed. ‘"You know, my dear, I‘m very unâ€" happy about you" he said after a silence. "How?" "I don‘t think . . . I hardly know how to put it. But you may have to wait long time." "I don‘t think so," she said calmly. "Besides, there‘s no hurry." "You really mean this?" "Of course, silly," she smiled at him. "I can hardly believe it. I‘ve never loved anyone as I lave you." Canadian Pacific Canadian Pacific Bargain Fares quietly "As it is, I‘m not in the least deâ€" pressedâ€"not really, I mean." "I wanted you to say that," she said Mary?" > "TITry and think." she smiled. "But for you this last business would Jjust about have broken my spirit." "I don‘t think it would," she said. "Not for long, anyway. You re too good man." Why are vou and réturn right. get a he He sat on the end cf the bed and surveyed his worldly possessions. And through the window, whith he had copened, came the monotore and the more insistent noises of the great city. He felt curiously alone. Life, however, had a more cheerful aspect in the morningâ€"for one thing, the sun was shiningâ€"ard the woman who ran the hotel recommended him| to a private house in Percy Stneet.’ Tottenham Court Road, where he might able to a room. It proved to be a pleasantly clean house, and ‘he room he took on the second ficor was cnly nine shillings a week. For an additiznal six shillings a week, Mrs. Penslever, the landlady, contracted to provide him with breakfast. But in spite of his assurance, it wasn‘t quite true. His meeting with Rourke had disturbed him. To be greetâ€" ed by such a man as an equalâ€"‘"‘chaps like us" Rourke had said, "haven‘t a choice of many jobs."â€"made Ferguson wonder what was going to happen. It was quite clear to him that there was scmecthing very shady about "Mr. Sidâ€" mouth," ard that apparent preference for men who had been in prison was not likely to be due to philanthropy but to something else far more sinister. But it was a "job" he had to offer and Rourkse had assumed that he would take it. At the hotel he asked the young woâ€" man who appeared to be in charge for secme notepaper, and in the seclusion of his rcom wrote to Mary Donovan. He told her that he would write again as soor as he had fixed up a more or less permanens address, and assured her that he was in good spirits. But in spite of his assurance, it wasn‘t quite true. His meeting with It was ro good to him, he dezsided and turned away. As he walked back to his temporary home, he realized bitterly that, in the absence of sheer luck, he would have to take a job in which references were not required. ; The name above the shtp was "Forâ€" est" but what conneszstion Mr. Sidmouth had with Forest or the Curio Shop was beyond Ferguson. In any case he did like the look of the place. He knew Linden street, but had some difficulty in finding Culvert‘s Court. It proved to be a small, dismal little culâ€" deâ€"sac, but number nine was a rather better establishment than the others. It appeared to be a curio shop, but the blira was drawn, and all he could sese in the dim light that came from the lamp at the corner were a few old books in leather bindings and a Chinese vase. And with ancther grin Pertie Rourke turned and left him. No refererces wanted. He walked on and decided to find out that evening where the place was. "It‘s a JOB. And chaps like us don‘t have too big a choice. Anyway, think it over. Ten o‘clock toâ€"mcrrow mornâ€" ing is a good time." "Shail I tell him. . ." Ferguson began. "Tell him everything. He won‘t want references. Besides, I‘m your blinking reference." "Sounds like a queer job," said Per guson. "That‘s another matter," said Ferâ€" guson cautiously. ‘"Anyway, it can‘t do any harm. You go along to 9 Culver‘s Court and menâ€" tion my nameâ€"Bertie Rourke. Ask for Mr. Sidmouth. Culvert‘s Court is a turning off Linden street, Leicester Square." "What is Mr. Sidmouth?" "That‘s the first thing about the jobâ€"if you get it. You don‘t ask quesâ€" tions." "Course you do? How‘s things?" "Fair. And with you?" "Okay." The man‘s appearance justiâ€" fied the optimistic assertion for there was a prosperous look about him as well as a superficial smartness. "What are you doing?" he went on. "At the moment I‘m a gentleman of leisure, I‘m afraid." "I always knew you were a toff, even in ‘stir‘ Do you want a job?" ‘"Very badly." ‘"‘"And you aren‘t too particular what He walked calong the Tottenham Court Road, looking into the big furâ€" niture shops, ard after a while came to Charing Cross Road. ‘ing it dampen his spirits and after his meal he felt quite equal to facing whatever might turn up. Nor had he evolved any when the train ran into St. Pancras.‘ He found the hotel which Garrod had recommended and took a rsom for the night. Bed and breakfast cost him the notâ€"unreasonable sum cof six shillâ€" ings and having fixed it up he went out into the Euston Road to get a meal. Euston Foad is never particularly cheerful and it is at its melancholy woetr‘st about nine o‘clock in the evening. But Ferguson had no intention of letâ€" OFFEFER OF A JOB He was alone in the compartmen: and sank back into the seat with a feelâ€" ing of unutterable lon>liness. But aiâ€" mosi at once he pulled himself toâ€" gether, fortified by the memory of her brave strength. In a couple of hours‘ time he would lbe in London cace more. In his wallet he had fiftyâ€"six pounds. Moreover he had comparative youth and excellent health. And as a background to his life he had Mary and with him the memory of , her quiet smile. I He lit his pipe and settled down to consider his immediate future. He had no plans, whatever. The beâ€"| trayal of his secret had caught him enâ€"| tirely unprepared. l too particular what iinmneg he would In his wal Moreover h exzsellent And from "In the Homeâ€"Then and Now" comes a part: "I was watching last summer an Etonâ€"zcropped â€" shortâ€"frocked mother with a cigarette in her mouth and two small boys clinginzg to her skirts (or the little there was to> get hold of in them), as they came down to a seashore in the Isle of Wight. Having arrived there, she stretched herself! at full length on the shingle in the refined attitude adopted toâ€"day, and continued to smoke in idleness, while her poor children, receiving no attention, were allowed to amuse themselves as best they could by throwing stones and yellâ€" ing ‘to the discomfort of other people." Past," one of the many essays: ("Miss Maturn has been brought to a very strict private girls‘ school to "Tearn to be a lady.") "Of coutrse I was always in hot water. Perhaps the greatest shock I gave my mistress was during a Confirmation class, when the clergyman taking it Cone of the extinct Puritan sort) told us that renouncing "the world. the fiesh. A very interesting and humorous b is "Snapshots on Life‘s Highway," Maude Speed. It is a book of essay: times that have gone by, and in plaining why she should wish to> wi a book of memoirs, the author sta that the world is alwavys EUl in littl to try his luck. At the end of pillar box®, and 1 written to Mary And the the box s msolid as the Continent AMERICA 21 F. N. WHALEY 8 Reed Block JX â€"Sgemed t! walked away Best for all your Bakin yIILLOn oOone naturaily conâ€"‘ her life has by no means| one, and is glad that she the reading public about it,.' ction from "Schools of the , _the many essays: of the street he found d posted the letter he h: ary Donovan. ck it made as it fell in M. W. 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