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cly un iI1, Shc lay hard ground was a jumble *+hings she h: vices to whi Herty, sC1‘l ‘"Someone pliecd Myrle 1to anC | "YÂ¥ou‘ Mrs. HC In the middle 0: sprang up so sudd:{ that when the first Myrle was seized w What did it mea; ror was thais? But the wind eas and gently; it was â€" mor‘â€"wester. She snatched a li wakened by the nher body, a cry ol and an un?? behind them. Then every sky was grey God!â€"the m garms on from th and clost Henty, anx1i0 Mrs. Henty the same. Myrle wen The morning steadily; the belie the une; "Someone thought Myr She lighted water had to below the hC as the pump mud. PUBLIN=IIEKED BY sPECIAL ARRAXNGEMEXT \Langdon Langdon | Graduat Third Avenue by BENTLEY RIDGE 3 as ud viteiind" aitad aladiaiiad t in MacBrien Bailey BARRISTERS and sSOLICITORS #‘% Third Avenue JAMES R. MacBRIENX FRANXK H. BAILEY, L Is w GEORGE TELLFORTH : A laovés Muyrle but who is alre CAPTAINX DAINTRY: An Englishman, forced by busit to emmigrate with his family to New Zeakand. MYRKLE DAINTRY: His daughter, a modern young girl, new way of livingâ€"and lovingâ€"in the wilds of the new REX WILDE: A gay, wealithy, irresponsible young man Shco y the Author of "Well of Gold," "Christabel,‘. Ete. ed Bank of Commerce Building he A HOME ON THE RANGE : 8. A. Caldbick _ Arch.Gillies,B.A.Sc.,0.L.S, Barristers, Solicitors, Etec MASSEY BLOCK TIMMINS, ONT. and south Porcupine iate of the Famous Horo Institute of Switzerland Phone 1365 Barrister, Solicitor, Eteo e had which A CIHILD IS BORN CHAPTER X Swiss Watchmaker mo 0) 1C Timmins, Ont Tl ; out into the dim light. star burned bright and unalterable sky seemed to isiness of the earth. s sure to come soon," hi e ground lurching ry of fear from F Â¥ rattle from the W C 1n 11 uced was still a he tent lla g at last! 2" â€"Myvrle : i1 t 11 housand and one he makeshift geâ€" mited knowledge 1A h hav{( nd night a wind Ccomeé in the stillness *L struck the tent Sh Empire Block ; 31 pine branc from the C ola petrol e have th p, only to be jlew steadi wellâ€"know Horologh:al 1¢ m 1E isked Mrs it ht( be just t;â€" Thank bu under velyn, house lat: Dal> VOl (qul 10L he 1gaA 11 damaged, n She cartri them in the THE Soon M.rs her anrC "He‘ll be hore soon," saia Myrle. She made Mrs. Henty wait until the sun was well up and the day was warm, before they attended to the baby. He seemed alive enough, though he did not cry, and seemed inclined to wish merely to sleepâ€"Myrle trembling in het eflorts to hurry, soon had him back under the blankets again. Evelyn watched the road. The sun climbed higher. The road remained empty. Human life other than their own seemed to belong to some former existence. Myrle, though she was painfully restâ€" less, knew that the only thing to do was to wait. She could no# leave the others alone while she went away to look for belp, though the subsiding tremors of the earth came less often, every half hour or so, instead of, every few minâ€" utes. At noon they were still alone. Mrs. Henty, who had borne up so well, was fesling worse and began to cry. "Why hasn‘t Jack come? Someâ€" thing‘s happened to him â€" I know it has! He‘s been killed down in Christâ€" church!" h 0o milkK with My OIT Myrle did her best to cheer h*r, got iem some cold meat and bread, and ive Mrs. Henty some milk. "I‘m going to walk to the bridge," she id. "I might see someone in the ?.0. Box 1591 P. H. LAPORTE, G. C. A. Systems Installed Income Tax Req"ns Filed Phoznes 270â€"2238â€"286 P.O. Box Building Plans 23 Fourth Ave. 10 Balsam St. North, T%mmins. Ont. Accounting Auditing 11 NC wWall hac d bi pillows eating appetit 0. E. Kristensen CH A 1 TT CHIROPRACTOR RADIONICS ANALYSIS X â€" RA Y w._m SHORTWAVE 16 Consultation is Free Bank of Commerce Building PHONE 697 p« 91X h Ontario Land Survevor Ing and son em about a | tin. Registered Architect 60 ThHIRD AVENUE Phone 640 ail t t11 IAr Iron ne last n cked her way over thne overâ€" niture, some broken crockery of soup, and found the oven c loaves, rather pale, but unâ€" net her thankful eyes. ied them all out and stored Hent DA ther d them : meat sale TERROR so," said Myrle, "Joe will i, too I expect. I thought through last night." wih cheerful centainty, but ir from certain. Why had last night? He must have te on his if he had o the homestead. or of the men would have at once. They had horses Henty w in the t bread ia! direction HHA¢ lIk RED ACCOUNTANT us day they had finishâ€" af Myrle had rescued of Mrs. Henty‘s smashed _ was meat in the w IT ldlin Te rl, who d ew count here clun hed. of 1 velvt further will you?" instinctively clutchâ€" L RETUKRNS was propped up on tant, drinking tea nd ~butter â€"with a her head. After me spilt milk, she auart in the botâ€" whom Muyrl M 1 mIracuiou Estimates, Etc Timmins, Ont. Mrs. > Henty.| KILLCG «OPâ€"INJULCLL _ IHIHâ€"_CULIL _bA NYÂ¥ «hiA _ MRON ike I feel a bitlchaos of everything after the quake, ny man would{| it might be that no one locally would i think of going out to see how the aia Myrle. Henty‘s were. wait until the An idea occurred to her, and she set day was warm,|off for the river again an hour later, the baby. He| carrying a bright red jersey belonging ‘hough he cid|to Mrs. Henty. She tied it on to A clined to wish|stout stick and planted it like a flag on rembling in her|a high point of the cliff above the had him back | bridge. Ssomeone on the other side A. might see it, perhaps, and some over o road The sun|investigate. yeing able to _ roof of the ind they had en meadow, them long deterrod het K116 Myrle at Phone 362 i the oven Henty said find much Myrle in the milkâ€" cow padâ€" 147 She talked to Mrs. Henty when she got back about her relatives in Waihi. "Did they know you‘d be up here mlone?" asked Myrle. "No. There‘s only my mother and sister there, anyway. Mother‘s got bad heart; this‘li have upset her preity bad. Jack would have gone straight through Waihi yesterday without stopâ€" pingâ€"he was in a hurry to get back. Ofi, dear, I wish I knew what‘s hapâ€" pened." road. Out alone in the empty turâ€" i0cland she was filled with fears, too nearly rational to be suppressed. "Is this the end of the world? . Is it possible that the rest of New Zealand has been destroyed? Are we the only ones left alive?" Her lips, for some reason, were dry and swollen. The sun shone, the broom still flourâ€" ished by the roadside, the day was bright was a kind of cruel mockery. When she looked again the drift of sm¢ke seemed to be gone. She she could not see i. She almost cried in loneliness and despair. She wanted to cross the river and find out what had happened. . But supposing she were drowned in trying to swim across? The only hope for Mrs. Henty and the baby lay in her looking after them. She dared not risk risk it. Myrle set her teeth and turnâ€" ed back. At every turn of the road she hoped to see someone coming. But in all the vast country there was not a sign of life, except for a few sheep grazing on the rugged hillsides. At the river she looked over at a like loneliness on the other side,. The waters fowed past the wrecked bridge "Pe‘ersâ€" down" was hidden by the fold of the hills at the back. She looked away toâ€" wards distant "Black Hill." where the plantation in which the house stood was visible on the cliff top. Sha fanâ€" cied she saw a drift of smoke over i. Was someone at ‘"Black Hill?" She thought of Tellforth instantly. But if he were alive he would have gone looking for Evelyn at "Petersdown." He would have found the note she had left. "Not that I know of," said Mrs. Henty. "What a good thing it was you sent us that fruit. If you hadn‘t I wouldn‘s have known it, either," said Myrle. The conversation reassured her a ‘1e. ‘Jack Henty might have been killed or injured in the town. In the chaos of everything after the quake, it might be that no one locally would think of going out to see how the "No, Evelyn you stay here and look after Mrs. Henty. I won‘t be long. 1 promise T won‘t go far." 4 "So there was no one except myself and Jack who knew you were alone up here?" '_‘cm I come*?" said Eveiyn turning pale. ing her baby with a look of dread She got back when the sun was sinkâ€" ing. Another night of loneliness and sinister tremors was to be endured. Her anxiety had become an appalling conâ€" viction of total disaster, which she could not shake off. They put the cocoa over the fire to boil, but they never drank it. A sudâ€" den trembling came, and the ground rose under them with a lurch and a roar. Myrle started up to run to Mrs. Henty in the tent, took two steps, and went flat on the grass. She lifted her face to see trees and bushes rocking wildly, and the wooden house threshing like a willow in a gale. Evelyn was screaming hysterically. At length the quake subsided. Myrle rested a moment, getting her breath, and then she scrambled up. "It‘s all right, Evelyn! Don‘t get upset! It‘s all over. You aren‘t hurt and I‘m not hurt." She took Evelyn‘s hand hurried to see how Mrs. Herty was. Mrs. Henty was very white, and halfâ€"crying, but still lying on her mattress, holding the baby. The tent stood firm. "That was nearly as bad as‘the first one we had," gasped Mrs. Henty. "Â¥es, I didn‘t think there would be another like it," Myrle forced a cheerâ€" ful smile. "Weli, anyhow, the worst that has happened is that we‘ve lost our cocoa." The fire had to be reâ€"lighted, more water fetched. Myrle felt too sick and shaken to eat, but she talked as much and as cheerfully as she could. Night descended, lonely, inexorable. Myrle lay on her face on her blanâ€" ket. She had walked sixteen miles, she had worked incessantly, she had struggled to keep Mrs. Henty and Eveâ€" lyn going. She felt weak, filthily dirty,, and ill. Was it all an hallucination? Had life run off its usual track in‘o some peculiar nightmare? She felt as though she was losing her reason. “Isnt anyone ever coming?" said Evelyn, tremulously. "Soon!â€"soon! Don‘t be impatient! Let‘s have some nice hot cocoa for ‘ea," said Myrle encouragingly. "I found a tin on the floor in the kitchen." said sliie rosge UpP Willi She would cross the and try to get lhi#lp. men Myrle got food for Mrs. Henty and Evelyn, and then explained to them what she intended to do. "I‘d rather you went." Mrs. Henty woOrs. sne Coull( The baby had i ; the extent ed weli enougn, worry about worst she could rather you looking rat ipor of weariness overcame nci. i she wakened it was morning. rose up with one determination uld cross the river immediately ‘ to get help. Mrs. Henty seemâ€" _ enough, except for a misery 6i ibout her husband. At the very she could fend for herself now. by had increased its hold on life extent of crvirge for nourishâ€" ou went, J rather white her he 11 rcame h THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TTMMINS, owTaARIO afraid of you leaving ye Ing 'w-m I‘d rather you went. ‘m still here any longer, ely about my amnan." "Very Weil" said Myr} k imust promise on no accou J while I‘m away. Eveliyn ® Moved by the effort the poor child was making not to look utterly disâ€" mayed, Myrle put her arms about her and huugged her tightly. Evelyn clung to her and cried for a moment, asking: "Do you think Daddy will ever come?" "I‘m going away now to find him for you," said Myrle, resolutely. She wrapped up some bread and bu*tâ€" ter and some cold meat in a parcel, washed her face, and combed her disâ€" hevelled hair. Having done all she could to brace Evelyn and Mrs. Henty to face their fears without her, she set off to look for a world that seemed to have been completely â€"lost overnight. A fancy haunted her that she would look down on the plains of Canterbury and find them become but a part of the sea. As she walked stiffly along in the morning sunshine she womrdered what she would do. Her mind was too dulled to imagine what life would be like if everything worth living for was lost. But there were vegetables in the Henty‘s garden and the cow and plenty of sheep about. They could live. Her fantastic thoughts even took her to the point of considering that if Mrs. Henty‘s boy grew up he could marry Evelyn and they could continue the race. Eveiyn nos determined t Muyrle show *he fire. "I expect to be b if T shouldn‘t come looking after Mrs. possible. Don‘t be fr or two it won‘t be so to get about again. won‘t you said Evelyn, her 1 you going to swim t "Â¥Yes, ard of co "Yes, and of course | back; I hope I shall be ba before the evening. It‘s case; you mustn®‘t be frig telling you what to do." "T‘ll do my best," said E. W "TELLFEORTH imp Efle have faith in Clanada have faith in her pas t *A faith that the courage of the pioneers and the spirit which achieved Confederation and linked a continent with the shining steel of railwaps have laid strong foundaâ€" tions for national greatness and unity é have faith in her preseut%ein the part sho is plaping to save the world from tyrannp...in her poung men and women who serve on land and sea and in the air...in hee workers who laâ€" bour for move than wages...in everp man and woman and child striving for Victorp. (â€"1 have faith in her future®e believâ€" Rling that she is bestined to exert an everâ€"increasing influence in world afâ€" fairs, and in the shaping of tomorrow , when manp will turn to her with new hope. m(} have faith in more than the sta~ sSitistics of Janaba‘s bank clearings and her carâ€"loadings, the vastness ofg- ie l . t S e t o o EL § o 0 2 Tt 1903 0 9 0 on * i > o0 and her carâ€"loadings, the vastness ofâ€" have faith in CJanada Gverg(fictorgflonb you Buiyis an Act of Faith x in (OJanada CANADIAN PACIFIC â€" CANADIAN NATIONAL erda C L ned by m Ht agaln Det ) V 1t "There nowâ€"everything‘s fine." Myrile controlled herself with an of rt, and stood back. "Wre my motker ard jathour HC meb ik ‘ellforth dismounted and Myrle tried ffectually to dry her eyes on the k of her hand. Tellforth, with a ghtened colour in his face, offered his Joe sat his horse en‘tly, excitement mingled with his H hn ie heard i moment ws{\ied and e shouted : gunrâ€"here she forth pulled up stumbling and cand your father | couring the country . We all arrived at about the same it you must have gC church or been take odyv. No one had‘ s rl poke, rather ; a man 1€ ht on he h velyn is here. She‘s all right. aven you‘ve come." exhausted she burst out sobâ€" lforth bent in his saddle; she and on her shoulder, a warm 1ing â€" grin. His voice Was 1pp e dried her eyses, Tellforth cigarettes and, fumbling She noticed, as she reâ€" calm, that his hand was Tellforth‘s questic she couldn‘t reply WigC and ad up more eas and â€" suddeonl »ing his stir loudly and cheerâ€" who wants to hide and :T for you at time. We ne down to n down by Péter 1t y, and| "And how did you ge. aAcross inte dizzy | river?" he asked. p leaâ€"| "Evelyn and I swam across. It was all T could do. I know it was a risk. Evoâ€"|I was afraid y8u would be angry at my taking Evelyn, but I couldn‘t leave her s. but l and I had to go to Mrs. Henty." Myrie except| became almost incoherent in her ex«â€" haxe and 1€ of To Improve T. N. O. Service Porquis Jct. to Cochrane There have been several references recently in The Advance to complain‘ts about the equipment on trains between Porquis Junction and Cochrane. One man writing The Advance said:â€" "The coaches between Porquis and Cochrane are rotten, and between Cochrane and Porquis are the some." That seems logical, in part, at least. The Cochrane council passed a resolution asking the T. N. O. to do tetter, and this resoâ€" lution was endorsed by the Timmins town council. The following is from last week‘s dssue Oof The Cochrane NC "Mr. C. O. Baker, Traffic Manager of the Temiskaming and Northern Onâ€" tario Railway, was in town toâ€"day, #gnd spent considerable time in company with Mr. A. T. King in going into comâ€" plaints about the coaches ordinarily used on the run between Cochrane and Porquis Junction. As a result of whe town council‘s recent resolution asking for improved service, Mr. Baker had pianation. "Don‘t apologize," said â€" Tellforth quietly, while Joe uttered a kind of smort and said ; "Well, you haven‘t done so badly!" (‘To be Continued) her untapped resources, or even the lorious war record of a people numâ€" cring less than twelve millions . 'HR faith is a faithin a land we Alove, whose soul speaks to us from every free acre of Clanadian soil ... in the splendour of the Rockies at sunâ€" set, the blue mysterp of a Lraurentian dawn, the quiet of an Ontario wooblot, the far call of prairie horizons, the soundb of surf on the Atlantic shore and the wash of the Pacific tibes. I t speaks to us from churchpards whore Janadian dead lis beneath the tribute of Gnglish blossoms ... from the poppied fields of Erance and Flanders . . .from the winged and sea~ faring and mechanized cpics of a new war @U’R faith is a faith in her people ... t noted and obscure, with whom we dailp rub shoulders . . ,and by whose united effort, sacrifice and creative vigour the greater Canada of tomorrow will be built. 1 a baby Wwhat? : ere h narrowed ind Pos lot H her. Tellforth, with his ou all alone 3h¢ Baker had nd Evelyn i*re by the conferences with mayor J. Â¥. Penney and public works chairman W. G. Marâ€" tin. 3 "There is an acute M of ment at the present time, Mr. Baker pointed out, and no ty of rem= edving the shortage. However, meaâ€" sures designed to improve the comfort of passengers in the coac have al«â€" ready been agreed upon, and as ‘the equipment is overhauled in the railway shops at North Bay it is expected that other changes can be made." Effort to Revive the Cochrane Board of Trade At the presen‘t time effort is being made to revive the Cochrane Board of Trade which has been dorman for some years. _ Recently the Cochrane town counci]l appointed a committee to study the best plans for reconstruction after the war, so far as Cochrane is conâ€" cerned. This committee found that a board of trade was practically essenâ€" tial for them to get anywhore in tackling the the council committee has sent out an 8. 0.S. for the board of trade to reéâ€"orâ€" ganize at Cochrane. Toronto Telegram :â€" There will never be a brotherhood of mankind so long as they put locks on doors. Cor. Spruce St. and Third Ave. PHONE 324 TIMMINS Clean Rooms The King Edward Hotel THURSDAY, APRIL, 1943 Very Reasonable Rates Quiet Atntosphere