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¢ A:â€"Complete Stock of KILLS WIFE AND SUICIDES With the finding of a bloodâ€"stained dress in the basement of the home of Gaetano D‘Agostino,51, Buffalq, N.Y., who was found dead in bed, with a bullet in his heart and a reâ€" volver by his side a week ago, at Buffalo, police are investigating that the man did away with his 19â€"year old Canadian wife, Aidina, and ehot himeelf. Phone 2777w. 50 Ontario St. S. KITCHENER from torture and get a truss to fit you. We have the knowledge and experience to M you right. K. Bohencious 12 Mansion St. KITCHENER, ONT. TRUSSES EXAMINATION FREE ORDON‘S Satisfy | Convict Murray Kirkland, already doing an 18â€"year "‘‘stretch" behind ‘the walls of Portsmouth penitenâ€" ‘ tiary, had another year tacked on to his sentence by Judge E. G. Deroche, ’ who found Kirkland guilty of rioting @uring the October 17 disturbances when 300 convicts destroyed properâ€" | ty of the penitentiary. train it remained in Toronto. {Wited stoe! and broken wood was a Deapite care, however, it was W9W22." he went on.â€" "She was the dincovered inat bome niates on doors mbflvfi‘ 1 have ever were scratched upon the u-z '1:"!"'-'3 her was s _o" the engine, and, half an hour beâ€" * !ittle to one side, but stil} fore the train pulled away from the &‘ B@~â€"And all but her tace and part -&dll‘,ucu(rmmdtluov‘ ot i‘:“m ""M".‘.“ in a e grease cups had been removed ®2%* Of "e@gold hair that dgown from the loeo:ouv.. to my shouiders. I could haveâ€"sworn Dereham, near Tillsonburg, was fatally injured last week while hunting a rabbit which he had obâ€" served around the barn. He climbed over a fence, hrullinl( his shotgun through after him. It accidentally discharged, the lad reâ€" ceiving the full chm directly in the face. Arthur Holland, a nei&; bor, immediately rushed him to Soldiers‘ Memorial Hospital at Tillâ€" sonburg, where he died at 9 p.m CONVICT SENTENCED HUNTER SHOT MOTHER‘S DAYS SERVICES Appropriate Mother‘s Day services were held in the various Twin City Churches on Sunday morning. Serâ€" mons by the pastors and music was in keeping with the Occasion. Charles Johnston, v«l 17, emâ€" yed by William Vasbinder, a SELF ACCIDENTALLY FOR RIOTING "~ _ could have sworn, too, that there ®**"~ was color in her face, but it must > i have been somethingâ€"in the lantern tight and the redâ€"gold of her hair, :.‘: for when I spoke, and then reached op. P She was cold." Billinger shivered and urged his t horse into a faster gait. '}‘t "I went out and helped with the re. lInjured then. I guees it must have ; in been two hours later when I returnâ€" _ ed to take out her body. But the ‘&plau where 1 had seen her was riji. empty. She was gone. At first I 6 thought that some of the others had t carried her out, and I looked among . _ the dead and injured. She was not Img among them. I searched again when ad day came, with the same result. No 424 one has seen her. She has completeâ€" ten: ly disappeareédâ€"and with the excepâ€" to tion of my shanty there isn‘t a house :he within ten miles of here where she ung' could have been taken. What do you "_.2 | make of it, Steele?" "Unless she was alive," added Philip. "Unless one or more of the scoundrels searching for valuables in there during the excitement, saw ber :nd carrled her off with their other booty. It‘s up to us, Billinger!" that she was alive. Her lipg were red, and ! thought for a moment that Philip had listened with tense inâ€" terest. "Perhaps you didn‘t return to the right place," he suggested. "Her boâ€" dy may still be in the wreek." Billinger glanced toward him with a nervous laugh. "But it was the right place," he said. "She had evidently not gone to bed, and was dressed, When I re turned I found a part of her skirt in the debria above. A heavy trees of bair had caught around a steel rib. ring, and it was cut off! Some one had been there during my absence and had taken the body. Iâ€"I‘s alâ€" most ready to believe that I was mistaken, and that she was alive. 1 found nothing there, nothingâ€"that proves her death. "That‘s what I‘m thinking," he said. "Is it possible? What in God‘s name would they want of her, unâ€" leasâ€""* It was not necees@ry for him to finich . Bil{inger understood, and nodded his head. â€" Billinger had reached inside his shirt, and now he drew forth a emall paper parcel. "I don‘t know whyâ€"but I kept the tress of hair," he said. "Seeâ€"" From between his fingers, as he turned toward Philip, there streamâ€" ed out a long silken trese that shone a marvelous golden in the sun, and in that same instant there fell from Philip‘s lips a cry such as Billinger had not heard, even from the lips of the wounded; and before he could recover from his astonishment, he had leaned over and snatched the golden tress from him, and sat in his saddle stating at it like a madâ€" man. CHAPTER XVII The Girl in the Wreck In that moment of terrible shock â€"in the one moment when it seemed to him as though no other woman "Is it possibleâ€"" began Philip holding out the handkerchief. in the world could have worn that golden tress of hair but Isbel, Philip had stopped his horse, and his face had gone as white as death. With a tremendous effort he recovered himâ€" self, and saw Billinger staring at him as though the hot sun had for an instant blinded him of reason. But the lock of hair still rippled and shone before his eyes. ‘Only twice in his life could he remember having seen hair just like thisâ€"that pecuâ€" liar reddieh gold that changed its lights with every passing cloud. He had seen it on Ieobel, in the firelight of the camp, at Lac Bainâ€"and he had seen it crowning the head of the girl back home, the girl of the hyaâ€" cinth letter. He struggled to calm himself under the questioning gaze of Billinger‘s eyes. He laughed, wound the hair carefully about his fingers, and put it in his coat ‘ pocket. ‘"Youâ€"you have given me a shock," he said, straining to keep his voice even. "I‘m glad you had foresight to keep the lock of hair, Billinger. At firstâ€"I jumped to a conclusion. But there‘s only one chance in a hundred that I‘m right. If I should be rightâ€"I know the girl. Do you understandâ€"why it @tarted me? Now for the chase, Bilâ€" linger. Lead away!" _ _ Leaning low over their saddles they galloped into the North. For a time the trail of the five outlaws was e0 distinct that they rode at a speed which lathered their horses. Then the short prairie grass, grisp and eunâ€"dried, gave place to a broad «weep of wire grasa above which the yellow backs of coyotes were visible as now and then they bobbed up in their quick short leaps to look over the top of it. In this brown sea ail trace of the trail was lost from the eaddle and both men dismounted. Foot by foot they tollowed the faint signes ahead of them, while over their backs the sun rose higher and began Billinger leaped into his eaddle and was off at a gailop. Philip was almost eagerly anxious for this 0pâ€" portunity, and scarcely had the other gone when he drew the linen handkerchief and held them in his hand as he looked after the agent. Then, slowly, he raised the handkerâ€" chief to his face. For a full minute he stood with the dainty fabric pressed to his lips and nose. Back thereâ€"when he had first held the handkerchiefâ€"he thought that he imagined. But now‘ he was sure. |Faintly the bit of solled fabric breathed to him the sweet scent of j hy@acinth. His eyes shone in an _eager bloodshot glare as he watched ‘ Billinger disappear over a roll in the i praire a mile away. OL it in his own. It was too hot to emoke, hul-dnv.m-w duu:c‘.t-uu_muob oX er. agent accepted one, and both lighted in silence, eying each other over their matches. ""Won‘t do," said Billinger, epitting on his match before toasing it among the grass. "It‘s ten miles across this wireâ€"dip, and we won‘t make it untin nightâ€"if we make it at all. I‘ve got an idea. You‘re a better trailer.than I am, so you follow this through. T‘ll ride on and see if 1 can pick up the trail comewhere in the edge of the clear prairie. What do you say?!" you can do it." "Making a fool of yourself again," he muttered, again winding the golâ€" den hair about his fingers. "There are other women in the world who use hyacinth besides ber. And there are other women with redâ€"gold hair â€"and pretty, pretty as Billinger says she was, aren‘t there?" He laughed, but there was some thing uneasy and unnatural in the laugh.. In spite of his efforts to argue the absurdity. of his thoughts, he could feel that he was trembling in every nerve of his body. And twiceâ€"three times he held the handkerchief to his face before he reached the rise in the prairie over which Billinger had~ disappeared. The agent had been gone an hour when the trail of the outlaws brought him to the knoll. From the top of it Philip looked over the prairie to the North. A horseman was galloping toward him. He knew that it was Billinger, and stood up in his stirrups so that the other would see him. Halt a‘ mile away the agent stopped and Philip could see him signaling franâ€", tically with both arms. Five minutes ‘ later Philipâ€"r0de up to him. Billingâ€" er‘s horse was halfâ€"winded, and in Billinger‘s face there were tense lines of excitement. | the second ridge. 1 believe they‘ve stopped to water their horses and feed at a little like just this side of the rough country." "There‘s some one out on the prairie," he called, as Philip reined in. "I couldn‘t make out a horse, but there‘s a man l!‘.fle.lnll.bennd the second ridge. believe they‘ve Billinger had loosened his carbine, and was examining the breech. He glanced anxiously at Philip‘s empty saddleâ€"straps. "We‘re not considered proficient in the service unless we can make use of these things at two hundred yards, Billinger," he replied, replacâ€" ing the weapon in its boleter. "If it‘s a running fight I‘d rather have ‘em than a carbine. If it isn‘t a runâ€" ning fight we‘ll come in close." , Philip looked at the agent as they galloped side by side through the long grass, and Billinger looked at him. In the face of each there was something which gave the other asâ€" eurance. For the finst time it struck Philip that his companion was someâ€" thing more than an Operator at Bleak House Station. He was a fighter. He was a man 0f the stamp needed down at Headquarters, and he was bound to tell him so before this affair was over. He was thinkâ€" itg of it when they came to the secâ€" ond ridge. Philip drew one of his two longâ€" barreled service revolvers and set bis lips in a grim and reassuring smile as he followed the bobbing head of a coyote some distance away. â€" "It‘ll be longâ€"range shooting, if ; they‘ve got gune," he eaid. "Sorry I couldn‘t find a gun for you." | Fire miles to the north and west lcomed the black line of the Bad Lands. To a tenderfoot they would not have appeared to be more than: a mile distant. Midway in the prai vrie between there toiled a" human figure. Even at that distance Philip and Billinger could see that it was moving, though with a slowness that puzszled~them. For several minutes they stood breathing their horses, their eyes glued on the object ahead of them. Twice in a space of a hunâ€" dred yards it seemed to «tumble and fall. The second time that it rose Philip knew that it was standing moâ€" tionless. Then it disappeared again. He stared until the rolling heat wages of the blistered prairie stung his eyes. The object did not rise. Blinking, he looked at Billinger, and through the sweat and grime of the other‘s face he saw the question that was On his own lips. Without a word they spurred down the slope, and after a time Billinger swept to the right and Philip to the left, each with his eyes searching the low "Good !" t". said Philip #Â¥ tm The hundreds of thousands who consider four o‘clock on Sunday afterpoon as the one radio hour that must not be missed, will be glad to know that an authentc biography is now available of the radio priest "Father Coughlin‘" by Ruth Muggle be (L. C. Page Co., Boston). Any wide awake Canadian is familier with the outstanding work being accomâ€" plished by this emiment speaker; his lectures are attentively listened to by the highest in the land, and his counsel and suggestions are beâ€" ing sought from all quarters. Miss Mugglebee tells of his early echool days in Hamilton, his home life, his College life at St. Micheel‘s in Toâ€" ronto, and gives many amusing and interestng anecdotes that give the preader a true im&ght of the man himâ€" self, as a student, athlete, actor,; man Of business, etc. She tells of his orâ€" ; dimation and early pastorates and follows his career to his present life !both in public and at home. Caneâ€" dians particularly will find this biâ€" ography of special interest and will be proud to claim Father Coughlin as a Canadian product. There is a |foreword by Hon. A. E. Smith, and introduction by Prof. R. E. Rogers, and numbers of excellent photoâ€" | graphs. ‘Serdinian Sideshow", by Amelie Posseâ€"Brazdova (E. P. Dutton Co., ‘New York). Usually even the best , books can be classified as biography, Itravel, adventure, fiction or some ‘other heading, but here is one that icombines them all, and reads betâ€" ;ter than the most thrilling fiction. | A number of Czech artists living in Rome when Italy joined the Alliss, were interned in Sardinia. Starting ~with their life in Italy, the author gives. a vivid account Of their traâ€" ‘vels and adventures on the Island, where heat, fleas, filth and unpalatâ€" able food combine to make life a nightmare. There are no hairâ€"rais ing escapes or death dealing advenâ€" tures; it is a record of actual hapâ€" peninge, as observed by a shrewd and kindly disposed eye. The story may be compared to "The Story of San Michele", yet it is entirely difâ€" ferent. No matter what the reader‘s tastes are, this book will have inâ€" stant appeal. ~ praire grass. The agent saw the ! thing first, still a hundred yards to his right. He was off his horse when Philip whirled at his shout and galâ€" loped acrosa to him. | "It‘s herâ€"the girl I found in the ! wreck," he said. Somehting seemed to be choking him. His neck muscles , twitched and his long, lean fingers _were digging into his own flesh. Pedestrian (to boy leading a skinâ€" ny mongrel pup): "What kind of a dog is that, my boy ?" Boy: "This is a police dog." Pedestrian: ‘"That doesn‘t look like a police dog." If you‘ve tried it, you know. But no one need hesitate to take these tablets because of their speed. They aze perfecily safe. They do not de» press the heart. They have no iB effect of any kind. The rapid relief they bring is due to the rapidity with which they dissoive. Boy: "Nope, it‘s in the secret serâ€" vice. pain or discomfort. Carry pocket tin for emergencies; buy bottle of 100 for economy. new reâ€" duced price has removed the last reason for trying any substitute for ASPIRLIN In an instant Philip was on his feet. He saw nothing of the girl‘s face, hidden under a mase of hair in which the sun burned like golden fire. He saw nothing but the crumâ€" pled lifeless form, smothered under the shining maee, and yet in this mpment he knew. With a fierce cry he dropped npon his knees and drew away the girl‘s hair until her lovely face lay revealed to him in terrible pallor and stiliness, and as Billinger stood there, tense and etaring, he caught that face close to his breast, and began talking to it as though he had gome mad. _ â€" ‘"Isobel â€" Isobel â€" leobel â€"" _ he moaned. "My God, my Ieobelâ€"" (To be Continued) So, keep these tablets handy, and Literary Notes Tradeâ€"mark Reg. Sunday visitors with Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Dietrich were: Mtr. and Mre. Joe Anthony and family of Kitchâ€" ener, Mr. and Mre. Allam Dorscht of ‘ Berlet‘s Cormer and Mr. and Mrs. ‘John K. Wagner. â€" will be sorty to hear that he is sert cusly ilt at his home. Mr. ~@nd Mre. Bd. Moser and daughter and son Walter of Hamilâ€" ton spent the weekâ€"end and Sunday with friendsâ€"here. Mr. Jerome Henhoeffer of Water loo visited triends here on Sunday. Mr. â€"and Mry, Victor Schaefer of New Dundee spent Sunday evening with the former‘s mether here. Mr. Clemens Rumig of Bamberg was a Sunday visitor with Mr. and Mre. Anthony Rumig. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Frits of Erbsville spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Nowak. .ou Miss Annie Ryan, Messrs. William and Harold Ryan of St. Columban epent Saturday with Miss Helene Flannery. _ _ s Sunday visitors with Mr. and Mrs. Peter Dietrich were: Mr. and Mre. Herman Hauck and family of Ros tock, Mr. and Mre. Herbert Hauck of Fetersburg and Mr. and Mrs. Henry Alex of St. ‘Clements visited with Mvs. Mary Hinschberger on Monday. Mr. and Mrs. E. Dickert epent Sunâ€" day afternoon with Mr. and Mré. Adoiph_Diets. Mr. and Mrs. Heory Millier and Mr. and Mrs. Jack Kreller epent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Adoiph Diets. Mr. and Mre. J. Seip, Mr. and Mrs. Herb Hallman and Mr. and Mre. Lawrence Kreuser spent Sunday with Mr. and Mre. Henry Seip, Gowanstone. Mr. Jack Mafhews and Miss Marâ€" garet Thomas, Misses Lola and Ruth Preiss and Mr. Oecar Seip spent Sunâ€" day afternoon with Mr. and Mre. Neleon A. Seip. â€" Mr. and Mrs. Levi Preiss and famâ€" ily and Mr. Eve Linder spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Seip. Bornâ€"To Mr. and Mre. Elmer Bieâ€" man, a daughter, (etill born). Mr. Harvey Demerling and. Miss Hida Miller epent Sunday evening with Mr. and Mrs. E. Dickert. Mr. and MF®â€" Louis Fatum and George, Mr. and Mre. Melvin Buhrow and baby and Mr. Ira Buhrow epent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Mankey in Gowanstone. Mr. and Mre. Norman Hieth, Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Hieth epent Sunday with relatives. Rev. Arnold Hieth of Baltimore, Md., is epending a few days with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. A. Hieth and daughter Ruth, will accompany him back to Baltimore for a two weeks‘ vacation. Miss Gertrude Reuber of Mildmay spent the weekâ€"end with her parâ€" erts, Mr. and Mre. Ezra Reuber. SCHOOL REPORT OF 8.8. NO § WOOLWICH (FLORADALE) Sr. IVâ€"Sarah Bowman.78%, Nora Spies 75, Orilla Dahmer 70, Gladys ‘Mattusch 68, Helen Reinhart 68, Myra Shoemaker 67, Amsie Martin 66, Roy Class 66, Willard Martin 61, Amos Weber 1, Maryann Bowman 58. Earl Bauman 58. Jr. IVâ€"Norma Spies 70, Eileen Musselman 67, Lydia Bowman 51, Lucinda Martin 49. Jr. IIIâ€"Minerva Bowman | 70, Howard Spies 69, Dora Fahrenkop{ 69. Secondâ€"Ida Martin 85, Aaron Weâ€" per 85, Grace Sples 70, Carl Korell 65. Lorne Musselman 65. Sr. IIIâ€"Marie Dahmer 73, Ruby Musselman 69, Lorne Ritter 59, Edâ€" ward Fahrenkop{ 50. Firstâ€"Annie Gingrich 84 and Mary Gingrich 84 equal, Harvey Mertin 77, Vicia Martin 75, Norma Shoemaker 72, Coleman Bowman 54, Jean Spies 52. â€" Primerâ€"Gladys Stahibaum, Fern Dettwiler, Noah Weber, Laverne Martin, Elvina Bowman, Margaret Spies. Doris Bauman, John Miller, Oniae Martin. 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