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I, made no attempt to move, and he caught it with little difficulty The reins wEre still hanging across its neck andâ€"a stirrup was missing. Malâ€" colm 4ed it towards the homestead st.roldng"tts neck and socthing it, as he WM'@":" ing off." The flying hoofs were thundsring past the trees now. Theon round the end of the plantation the horse swung, a clearâ€"cut silhouette in cthe moonlight, and came straight for the stables, swerved as all uncontrolled horses do when near hoeme, checked, and with a short ‘urn stopped dead, lifted its head and gave a tremulous snorww.. And it was then that Malcolm know for cerâ€" tain why, at the first sight of it, he had started vunnlng towards it. It was riderless. C@iffik’ who was sleeping out in the veranda had awakened and was sitting up in bed. "That you Mortimer?" he said; then as he caught sight of Malcolm: "Hallo Malcolm, what‘s up? Mortimer‘s horse? Where is he?" i "I% is Mortimer‘s horse, is it? He‘s had a spill then. Th horse came. in a minute ago alone, and there‘s a rup missing." "Funnyâ€" I shouldn‘t have expected a fall from Mortimer! I wonder where he came off. Wse‘d better go out and look for him. He will be sick at comâ€" He must nave been in desper reverâ€" ie than he realized, for suddenly he became aware‘ that, for same seconds h> had been/,conscious of the approachâ€" ing tceat of horseâ€"hoofs. For a momâ€" ment he listened idly to chem. Mortimâ€" er coming home, he supposed; and not wisning to meet him thus, he rose and turned to go in. But as his hand tuochâ€" ed the latch of the door it flashed on him that, whoever the rider, the horse was cominz at breakneck speed, and instinctively he loosked back. Buildings, trees, the very air, seemed held in a rarefied tangible peace; not the peace of older countries, created by houses and gardens and the proâ€" teciing works of man, but a prace in keeping with the stars, ausetere and inviolable, clear as the unsullied air. THE RIDERLESS HORSE They in early that night, but Malcolim, once in bed, : himself unable to sieep:; for lik»s marly another vis‘or new to Africa, the quiet of night MV o wl ut ol w . nsl on mind â€" on the veldt pmed heavily on him. After following the blurred images of his new impressions for an hour or more, h> rose and went to the window to look ou‘* on the mosanlit country, but the flyproof gauze over the windows ircerferred with his view, so he went outside and sat down on the low step at the rondavel door. ‘CANADIAN GENERAL ELECTRIC CO., Limited Ten‘ miniutes later Malcolim was a the wheel with Corneille beside him, ‘and old Adhemar, with a waterproo{ ! thrown over his shoulders and his inâ€" | separable felt hat crowning his tousled grey hair, was saying: "When you find Mortimer just remind him that I alâ€" ways said one of our harses could throw an English rider." » "Mor»> than likely the stirrup dropâ€" ped when the horse already got away," Corneille said. ~‘"Mortimer â€"says it ‘comes off pretty easily. Let‘s push on." A li:tle further on they passed the Campsie boundary, and nosing down a slight hill, dropped into the rocky spruit below van Etellen‘s homestead. Then the road improved and Malcolm increased the pace, feeling that at any moment they must mest. Mor:ijmer. But the road stretchsd ov© empty and lonely before them, and the gate when they reached it was wide open. It was the stirrup, whose bright burâ€" nish proclaimed it in a land where polish is not a feature of riding equipâ€" ment, to be Mortimer‘s. But despite scrupulous search, not a sign â€"could they find in the sand chat lay feet deep in that sunk2n track, either of 2 fall or sven of the horse‘s spoor. Corâ€" neille called. But his voice, which must have carried miles in that silence, died away unanswered. Thr brilliant lighis dipped and dancâ€" ed over the rough farm rcad as chey skirted the long plantation of gum trees that sheltered the Campsie orâ€" chard, and passed the small tank and handâ€"pump that furnished that farm with its wator supply. A milé further on, as the car toiled through heavy sand, the glare of the headlights struck a sudden answering gleam in the roadâ€" way, which made ComeflIe exclaim : "The scirrup!" ‘"The only gate between here and che commonage is one just beyond van Stellen‘s house; we‘ll go and see if that‘s open. In the mtantime, when we get to the far boundary of Campsie we‘d better go slow, and watch for him." "I couldn‘t be sure. I only know that I heard him coming for some minuses before I realizedâ€"you know how one does â€"that. But Mortimer may not have been thrown at all. Isn‘t there a gate that he‘d have to open? The horse could have got away then." "Righto, I‘ll get the car. What shall I do with the horse?" "Oh, shout for Jani, the stable boy, will you Malcolm? He‘ll hear you from the rondavel," Corneille was »already lighting the candle in‘ his bedroom. ‘"I shan‘t be a shake." "By the look of that horse," said Corneille, as the car sped â€"along the avenue, "I should say chat he~ and Mortimer parted company at least on the boundary between Campsie van Stellen‘s farm. Was he far off when you first h>ard him coming?" ‘"‘This horse has had a fright, you know, Corneille. Look at him." "Yos, that‘s odd. T‘ll pull on some clcthes and we‘ll go out." The intervention of his son, Japic, added to his violence. Then, just as Malcolm and Corneille, realizing that the sooner they departed the better, turned to go, Mrs. Van Stellen, candle in hand, appeared behind he>r huskand and son. At the sight of the tall gaunt woman old van Stellen‘s anger died away and he stood silent and abashed, while his wife, after receiving Corâ€" neille‘s reply to her inquiry of what ‘they wanted, replied, ‘"He is not here," shepherded her menfolk into the house, and peremptorily shut the door. Mortimer been here?" 4 A sleepy growl answered him. ~"For goodness sake wake up, Chan! It‘s serious. We‘ve been huncing for Mortimer all night; he was thrown by his horse somewhere on _the road to "What‘s Mortimer hurt? Come in, man." It was dark inside, the muffled dark of a sleeping house. Corneille went swiftly along the ubiquitous passage, with Malcolm groping behind him, and entered Channing‘s bedroom. He was out of bed and was hastily getting into a pair of khaki crousers The waverâ€" ing fiame of the candle he had lighted . upremacy over the legitimate furniâ€" ture. Malcolm stood in the doorway "What can have h;ppened do you think,. Chan?" Corneille burst out, and of him." ® Channing‘s reply, this time, held the halfâ€"compreh>ndiny surprise of one suddeniy awawkened. half lit, half shadowed the large room in which an odd assortment of farm quipment seemed to have established "There are only two places to try at now," announced Corneills, as they drove off after their fourth fruitless call; "Van Stellen‘s and Campsie. This thing defeats me, Malcolm. It‘s abâ€" surd to think of Mortimer disappearâ€" ing like this, When we set out to look for him I never dousted that we‘d bs home again in half an hour." Corneille knew his neighbor. The old man‘s dislike of both acquaintâ€" ances and strangers found vent, that night, in a torrent of abuse hurled at them in a mixture of English and Afrikaans.| He was int2rested in Mortimer; he hoped he might never see him again, trespassing on his land and disturbing his sheep; and as for them, if Corneille wasn‘t his father‘s son he‘d set his dogs on them. "What a family!" said Malcolm. "I shouldn‘t like to ~trespass on their land." "They‘re always like thatâ€"and a most unusual example they are, of a most hasp‘cable and kindly people. But the whole district just accepts them as they areâ€"though Japie is a good chap." Dawn â€"was breaking when they reached Campsie. "He can‘t be here," Corneille said, or there‘d be some sign of life about." he banged on Channing‘s winâ€" "I don‘t like this," said Corneille unâ€" easily. "One of two things must have happened; either he‘s hurt and we‘ve missed him, lying ow in road, or else he‘s gone for help to one of the farms on the roadâ€"though that‘s now likely; he doesn‘t know any of those people. But we‘d better call at all these places on the way back." After that, save for his brief dirccâ€" tions when they had to turn aside into the rough tracks that led to those farm houses, they drove in silence; for as their search narrowed down their unâ€" easiness gave place to _ anyhow, now for old Piet van Etellen; he‘ll probably rage at us." "It‘s certairly darned odd," Malcolm agreed. .. ‘"But Iâ€"shouldn‘t worry . about it, old lad. These things always end qu‘s simply and obviously." "It‘s always the way," he said; "whon I might have slept 1 couldn‘t, and now â€"Ooh, for bed. They drove on into the "dorp"; when they reached the hotel at which Mortimer had :dined, and Corneille knocksd up the manager, i« was only to learn that Mortimer had set out for hcome nearly three hours »sarlier. have got away from him befors ho mounted." . Corncille laughed softly. ‘"Whatever happened," he said, "T‘ll bet the air round Mortimer is blue. I should think the last time he had a fall was when he was learninz to ride‘ â€"and that â€"was when h> was a babe! I‘ve ever seen,." â€"Malcolm â€" gave â€" a sudden mighty yawn. said Malcoim. "It‘s the only thing to do. He may CHAPTER III "ONE DOES NOT DISAVPEAR LIKE "CGhan! â€"Chan!" he called. "Has "He‘s a good rider?" "Oh, magnifioenm:; one of the best , and there‘s not a trace ‘his means we go on?" Professor Cosmo made a special preâ€" sentation of a fourteenâ€"carat gold rugâ€" by ball to: theteam. He is cheâ€"son of Lord Price, member of the British House of Peers, for Belfast, Ireland. The final rugby party was hicld /a the Timmins High and Vocational Students of Timmins High and Vocaâ€" tional School were privileged on Friâ€" day morning in hearing an address by Professor Cosmo, of Belfast, Ireland, who ably addressed the classes at their usual weekly assembly on the student acivities, and the requirements for beâ€" ing a good student. He complimented the rugby t:am on their success in winâ€" ning the Poupore Cup, and said chat he was very pleased with their sportsâ€" manlike attitude. "But man, if he came off thers, he may have taken shortâ€"cut this way, and walked home; then you would have missed him coming round by the road., probkably back home long ago." "There‘s something in that, w»‘d betâ€" ‘er make sure, Corncille." School on Saturday eveninz, with Guy Sauve and his band supplying music for dancing. A large number of stuâ€" dents were preset: to take part in the happy evenirg, and during th2 occasion were given a special when Missâ€" es Elsie MacFadden and Joyse F.tzâ€" gerald performed an tap routine. As a token of their appreciation for his help in making their team a sucâ€" cess, she Timmins High and Vocational School rugby team presenicd Mr. W. W. Tanner, the principl of the school, with a leather bag for shaving accesâ€" sories. The presentation was made by Bill Copps, active member of the team. : "Cheerful room to wake up in," comâ€" mented Malcolm, as they raced toâ€" wards Bon Espior. "Oh, that doesn‘t bother Chan; bw* Cynthiaâ€"that‘s his sistsrâ€"has her work cv,, out trying to keep the store from getiing mixed up with the house. Still he‘s a good chap and a good farmer; you‘ll jlike himâ€"gosh, Malâ€" colm, I clean forget it‘s the first time you‘ve seen him! And let‘s hops he‘s right about Mortimer." search longer tri the 1 _ All : ps." â€"?" asked Channing found is cne of his pulling on and lacing a pair of muddy But cheir reception by Adhemar, who hlurried out at sound of the car told them that Mortimer had not come home. Father and son stared at each other. "But he mus:; be somewhere on the road," insisted Adhemar. "One does not disappear here like that." Tha sun‘s first rays caught the tops of the tallest trees as they went irco the house, dishevelled and weary. The inviolable pcace of Bon Espior ssemed to have been broken. Address to Students at the High School Presentation to Rugby Team and to Mr. Tanner. "On the< hill crest just before boundary," Malcolm said. Corneills looked incredulous; ut Chaunning added: "Yes, man, that‘s the best thing to do. But mind you let me know if ho isn‘t there, and I‘ll come out with you anrd help. We‘ll get all the boys on ‘he job and we‘ll soon find him. Ncthing can have happened to "Yes, on the ‘bult‘," confirmed Coarâ€" *‘ 8â€"Small insect that 15â€"Lower extremity of the Tace ~ 16â€"Earth as a 11â€"A wanderer 13â€"Largest @17 vehicle 18â€"A brickâ€" _ layer‘s tray 1â€"Remarkâ€" * 19â€"Doorâ€" 5 (To be continued) into leather Aâ€"Single unit 32â€"A native 29â€"Shed feasthoers. 25â€"Honeyâ€" gathbering delight oi (prefdx) oo 20â€"Symbol for tellurium 21â€"Symbol for pelopium Mr. A. T. Skelly, chairman of the public school board, ircroduced the young artists, who were students of Grad> 5, Birch S. Public School, and Grade 2, Central School, and mentionâ€" ed the fact that a program will be: presented by CKGB every Thursday evening during the coming months, co commence at 8.15 p.m., and continue for fifteen minutes. Mr. Skelly also pointed out the fact that Mr. Young is in charge of the musical studies, and stated that the purpose of a special supervisor at the schools is to give the pupils of Timâ€" mins schools the same musical adâ€" vantages as those enjoyed by Toronto school pupiis. An orchestra and a rhythm band have already been orâ€" ganized, and plans are well under way for the benefit of the pupiis. ony) A special supervisor, Mr. Wallace Young, is in charge of the musical deâ€" velopment at the public schools, and it is to the â€"credit â€"of this able superâ€" visor that the pupils have mastered their studies in music. Mr. Young came to Timmins at the beginning of the school term in September, and has worked at all the public schools in town during the past months. "White Church Bells." "Old English Ground." Grade 2 students, . Central ~Public School : "PMarly One Morning." "Black Souirrel." ‘"Lord of Harvest." Grade 5 studersts, Birch St. Sthool, closed with "All Through the Night." Miss O. Johnson directed the pupils from Grade 5, Birch St. Public School. The following is the programme preâ€" sented : Grade 5 students, Birch .St. Schoolâ€" "Day is Closing," (twoâ€"part harmâ€" Many people, when and if they think of a poet, imagine him as a bespectaclâ€" ed gentleman, slim and all, slightly stopped, and with the "lovelight" in his »yes. But if, they paused to think they might realize that this gentleman can be very handsome and swill speak of his Music by Pupils of Public Schools Here 16â€"Furze 19â€"Overâ€" A special programme of music from the Public Schools of Timmins was broadcast over station CKGB on Thursâ€" day night at 8.1§ p.m.. .to give the people of Timmins an idta of the proâ€" gress being made by the pupils in heir musical sttudies. Progress Shown U n d er Work of New Fullâ€"Time Musical Instructor. 45 If You Like Books 26â€"Old times 20â€"Heed J1â€"A duct (Anat.} 3J2â€"Halloo‘ 23â€"Wrath 21â€"Fencing position 25â€"Removed A a lady love with fiowery phrases. Even the ardent college student will someâ€" tim>s pen a few lines in honour of his eccllege queen and perhaps they would be something like "Little Mary Casâ€" sidy", ] LITTLE MARY CASSIDY Oh! ‘tis little Mary Cassidy‘s the sause _ of all my misery, And the raison that I am not ‘the boy I used to be; Oh, she ‘bates the beauties all that we read about in history, And sure half the countryâ€"side is as ; hot for her as me. Travel Ireland up and down, hill, vilâ€" liage, va‘>, and sown, Fairer than the cailin donn, you‘re looking for in vain; Oh, I‘d rather live in poverty wimmm And ever since that blessed hour I‘m dreaming day and night of her The divil a kink of sleep at all I get from bed to rise. * Cheeks like the rose in june, song like the lark in tune, Working, resting, or noon, she never leaves my mind; Oh! till singing by my cabin fires sits little Mary Cassidy, ‘"‘Tis little aise of happiness I‘m sure T‘ll ever find. ' "‘Twas at a dance at Darmody‘s First I caughs sight of her, And heard h>r sing the ‘"Droighnean don," till tears came in my cyes, Wat is wealth, what is fame, what is all the people fight about To a kind word from her lips or a Mary cassidy ; Than emperor, without her, be of Germany and Spain. Where‘s no need to have your wife slave away doing the laundry at home when the Timmins New Method Laundry will do all the work urhcrlorunmpuun.w:mkhrmuembnndle Suggest toherthatshetrytheeeoumyfionzhnrymice mmum andtheclotheseomebackumandeleanumdwdmnk AND OUR DRIVER WILL CALL TIMMI* .S loveâ€"glance from her eyrs? Oh! chough troubles throng my breast, sure they‘d soon go to the right abous If I thought the curly head of her Would rest there by and by. Take all I own today, kith, and care away, Ship them all across the say, or GO the frozen zone; ' Lave me an orphan bare,â€"but leave me Mary Cassidy, I never would feel lon2some with the two of us alone. ® WCochrane, Nov. 26. â€"Rt. Rey. J. G. Anderson D.D LLD and Rev. Joseph Blackburn were speakers at {he anmml congrezasion ~supper and get-together At Holy Trinity Proâ€"Cathedral here on Wednesday evening. During the evening much amusement was caused by a mock television radio programme given by members of A.Y. P.A. Wellâ€"known historical and radio figures appeared in the cast including, Godfrey Waldron, as Robinson Criusoe, Phil Clover/as Robin Hood, Miss Jean Howard as Cleopatra, Miss M. Waldron as Mae West, W. Stelford as Walter Winchell, G. Walker as Edgar Bergen wich Miss Luck Faldron as Charlie McCarthy. ~Mr. F. Thom acted as anâ€" nouncer for the programme. The audiâ€" ence joined heartily in the community singing during the evening and all enâ€" joyed a fine supper purveygd by the Women‘s Auxiliary. *I" e Mae West and Winchell on Cochrane Television Do Your Christmas Shopping Early.