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" etimgttete is I m-ti-ofthe-C-tart, 8 all Amhuddhm patperAa.tteintiem. -/utthoeixed-adeit-tatt.P.0_ THE WATERLOO o.a.sGra.ian--namatu-. have a way of growing Wand-o In BY DOROTHY IARKIR lay I tell you how much. we of the Waterloo Lion's Club, appreciate the excellent cover- age given by you to our An- nual Light Bulb Blitz The pro- ject was a resounding success, and we firmly believe that your Company, through its generous offering of space, shared‘as a partner in the true. cess of the undertaking. Again our sincerest thanks, Very truly yours, A. B. Schendel, Chairman of Public Relations, l Waterloo Lion'a Club. for the highroad well in hand while I wrestled with the pro- blem of picking apples, rak- ing leaves and planting the fall quota of bulbs for spring glory. , This was the time of year when nature abandons heiself November s, 1m pi/iAreGii'lae Whiting-ennui! a; an an!“ tinting}: We: thttario,hreed no intatNanrtingatHP. I often wondered. when I tedttt-ingltftttedur1 hi my o1tr,erytir lytmer, I Rot up width what bird- weré left behind, after days of Ice- ing migrating poleU overheaf, I Ara. 'mte'iul for an early start on the weekend ahead of me. I would have time and to b'eauty of the woodland: be tween Mutton and the Algon- I planned first to detrain " Huntsville. I remembered that years ago, when spring was prying at the green buds on the maples, I had climbed a steep hillside neir that townl and had been amazed at the startling View from a vantage tourists dubbed "Lookout Point". Maybe the natives call it that too, but at that time, I had only the brief moments a driver allows one to' stop and no time to inquire about " oificial name for this no- tural park. This time, I would have hours between trains. to absorb my surroundings. - I didn't realize that summer- time peoples parks and beauty spots with many Jymtan At than hens’ teeth. After I had trudged along the streets as l was directed, I suddenly real- inedlhadtheviewANDthe countryside all to myself I was too absorbed by the beauty that surrounded me to have any apprehensions eith- er about my whereabouts, 'or the time of day. Dusk comes quickly in these highlands and before I knew it my heart was thumping from something be. ddes exertion. Watt I lost? Maybe they would have to send a search party after me. The branches of red, red leaves I had gathered as I walked along suddenly became a burden. Which turn would I take to arrive at my over- night accommodation? I step- ped on a dry twig and the gap sounded like the shot of a e. Soon it was pitch dark. I was‘ trying to get my direction by the lights that twinkled in the distance, when I heard heavy breathing. Little duck bumps began creeping along my hair- line and up my arms. I thou- ght, "I must find a stone or something, other than a leaf, with which to protect myself." I stooped down and began cautiously feeling around on the around for some kind of weapon. A Something ran over aim When the am: of a fall day settles in their bones ani- mated bodies become scarcer my hand. I tried to let our a scream but only squashed. It was probably a field mouse or a chipmunk. but in my fright it felt like the touch of doom. SPECIAL LOW RAIL FARES Good going-Thursday, No- W? 12th to, Saturday. mum. NOV. " - " ----Leatve Toronto dot later than midhittht, Bun., November Mod. M information from any ,, unt- ROYAL AGRICULTURAL WINTER FAIR. rm AND ONE-HALF FOR THE ROUND TRIP November 2Ut inclusive.' TO this bit of Junior Farmers Bowling Party Saturday eveging, Novem- ber 14th, is an important date, the date of the big fall Junior Before I could control my trembling enough to stand up- right once more, I realized the breathing was accompanied by heavy chewing noises. With my eyes becoming more accustomed to the dark I 'tiberttrtttr-ronmrt-a.td-d,amsts. gtMidPt'g",t',e,'t “minimum this theeeqmino-tttbmaattesNets-tinrttrttcti. ftttimrhirn.utaioase-tsimttartn..tnrtitqmauteat ptittht,tttteeiefd-tMamrttttmrxmshtuuine ha-.hmmuhande1ammrattmtttttsthitgatxotsidemwd tttest-tttgit-intra-nine-r-et-ess. 'hrfimtrangsofNareametoPttttesrtiemthanattie" aftarhe'duftttteeh-intadneoftuweil-1ightedtnm, and stepped off into a silent world of drifting mist. Ho inc-Mum! well emtutgh,fotgortto,ttutetetttoiiowsmtnds of his leather been against the damp pavement did little toreaammthimthat trtnitthtiftNtdir,r Boon saw that the outline of the villain of the piece had a remarkable resemblance to a cow. Not only that, but by gum or good luck, I had found the road that led back into town and the security of a warm room. And the growl of a diesel engine, pulling a freight through the, village, in He heard the step. tsehind him with a quickening pulse. At first they were slow and drug. like someone was slid- ing lazily behind, him, not Agatha; " they em pgught their quarry. But turning down Elm Street.the one block in the whole neighborhood without a single street light, the fol- lowing steps beat a brisk tattoo on the cement lidewalk. giving Filbert a cold sensation down his hack and an over. gtoweringurgetorunt-ningtutaataahepouidtottt. sanctuary of the nearest lighted houge. -- was a lovely welcome sound as l sleeplessly reviewed my adventure. "Tomorrow", I thought, 'Wil head north again. But this time I think I'll enjoy the autumn scene from the ”can vantage of I train window." Filbert deliberately increased his stride. not once Bench): over his shoulder and not rally knowing why. He tried to tell tinsel! that he wasn’t afraid to look Inch-that he was merely trying to ignore the following footsteps, that they belonged to some other late-working resident of the area who was justras ill 'tfe' u Filbert himself was. sidewalk. ' _ The thought brought little comfort to Filbert as he uneoncioualr quickened his step and the damp fog parted before him just far enough to see he was still on the The footsteps behind him quickened too, and the moment he heard the muffled voicexeachinz out to him from the fog that shrouded the way behind him. he knew he was being followed and an unreasoning fear all but paralyzed hi; muscleq. - 7 - - - in. mind leaped back to a recent newspaper story that had described an incident on a night such as this in a quiet_reaideptia1 ‘area. The mail} trpdrAadAsen foymUtrt qiniet residential area. The man's may had been found by a milkgnan Just beforeAdawn. _His he! had teen, bngsbgd by a blunt instrument, his pockets had been rifled and the man died on the way to the hospital. Filbert broke into a run and the voice from the fog again came hollowly to his ears. He couldn’t make out the words. and he didn't really try. He put his head down and ran " fast as he could to the end of the street, then one short block to the left and he knewhe was iuatytttoyt home. His breath came in short. painful cups " he slowed to a heaving walk and with his eyes on the sidewalksedge, looked for the white picket fence that marked the entrance to Mrs. Prowler: bonding house where he Jivtti. - Filbert didn't bother to reach the house by the cement walk when the fence loomed out of the fog; he jumped over it and ran up the steps. fumbling for his key and fitting it nervously to the logk._ y“ . . ... . . The footsteps that had sent him running in blind panic were now close by the fence and as he turned the key in the lock to rush inside and slam the door after him. the voice reached him again, this time so close he could fe- oognize it. . - - "Oh Mr. Whimsey. Mr. Whimaer," Mrs. Prowley called as she hurried up the fog-shrouded walk. "Don't close the door, I forgot my key. My, but you do walk fast, Mr. Whim. sev/' she admonished Filbert as he stood weakly aside to lei he: in first. ~EYES EXAMIN- - - GLASSES FITTED roman muse-s amt: VISION amsszs um mucus mou- an . m or. mourn Elna. ovum .o. "romY e. R. NIMMO OPTOMETRIST Have your bowling shoes laced up ready to start at 7:45 P.M., or you will forfeit your alley. Farmers' Bowling Party, at 7:45, at the Presto-Lanes Bowling Alleys, 1221 King Street E., Preston (Highway 8). After the bowling there will be a meeting in a room at the Bowling Alley. featuring Ralph Shunt: and the pictures of the Ontario Soils Tour, followed of course by lunch. 80 mark it down now and keep Saturday evening, Now ember l4th. T:46 PM. open for an evening of fun and feb lowship with your fellow Jun. ior In 1958 Canadian motorist- paid m million in regitstr> tion fees and gasoline taxes, plus 8184 million in sales and excise am on mi vehicles. President [Adeline will have t announcement about the tt new Christmas meeting. - " 2- ""