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But Mr. Mumford probal whence the ideas had come. "By the way, Mumford, yuson getting on?" Mr. Tre at the â€"end of a telephone c with the Mossford manager ‘"Very well indeed, sir." "Good! I‘m pleased. I t] This, of course, was not repeated to Ferguson, biut he knew that he was holding the job down. The way his colâ€" leagues treated him showed that, even if their attitude retained the curiosity and suspicion of the early days. But there were times between Saturday midday and Monday morning when Ferguson was consciously lonely and that is a very unsatisfactory state in that is a very unsatisfactory state in any man. In London there are many distractions on which a lonely man can fall back, many institutions where he is accepted without question. It is perâ€" haps cne of the few definite advantages life in London has over provincial life. Mrs. Gaddesden, who had apparentâ€" ly taken the lonely man to her heart, was often rather fussily anxious over receive ideasâ€"and even if the ideas the Powers that B would was often rather fTussily anxious over his welfare, and there were times when he was very glad to have a chat with her. She was an intelligent woman and soon discovered that Ferguson had no intention of telling anything about himself. She was certainly not more curious than the majority of her sex, but she could not fail to notice that he had practically no correspondence of a personal character. "HMHe doesn‘t have one letter a week." CHAPTER III WEEKâ€"END WEAKNESS As the weeks went by, Ferguson found that it was easier to fit into the rouâ€" tine of the office than to adjust himâ€" self to the new life outside it. The weekâ€"ends were somewhat wearisome. He had no friends, and a town like Mossford caters more for the family than the individual. As far as the office was concerned he was confident. Mr. Goodspeed had returned and taken over the control of the Sales Departâ€" mert. He proved to be a man open to to the references of the ne fact tends to prejudice hir of his colleagues on the st himself to himself, and t son he is really friendly : Donovan, Mr. Mumford‘s . makes such good progress ness that it is obvious h more important work. He cated man too. But still I mystery in Mossford. tNow read on! aging director, who tells the man Mr. Mumford, that he himself has ing, Dut prematurely grey, is regarded in the office where he works as someâ€" thing of a mystery. He has not been in Mossford long. He was sent up to Treâ€" vowe‘s by William Trevowe, the manâ€" aging director, who tells the manager, story opens ‘Trevowe ; job in the office of his TEDDY WILSON, otherwise . berg, manager of a theatrical con MRS. GADDESDEN. A mother man with whom Ferguson lodge: #. * .“.I WHO‘s wWHO IN THE STORY she to JOHN FINGAL FERGUSON, otherâ€"| that 1 wise Hallett, a man about 35;: handâ€"‘ might some, prematurely grey. His past hisâ€"| "He tory is something of a mystery., . asked. WILLIAM TREVOWE, head of Treâ€"| "Ver vowes, Ltd., of Mossford. When the His M Second Chance MOVING STORY OF A M A N W I| T H A PAST w uo B w B w n B n o C ue B ueB l m Bc 2 olÂ¥ ol uBc uo o a o oo t ol ues ie w o h: s C n w 2 o l alie o Te is is o 30 0 60 09 0 a o po e Wtc e l s l Te fln l s o ue o 3 ce B n 2 a t a o uo s e l a e h a n 2o a h a o o 2o a P t 0 a e e L J a Te a h uo o n oo a oo w ols eafestontente alealonbententente nb on on o u2e 0 °0 0snn 6L d on a n ol nale ale alea ale a ce ofaale s anl On the RETURN journey tickets will be valid for travel on C.N. Train Tickets will be valid to leave destination point, Wedntsday, November Excursion travel will be handled on Train 46 connecting at North Bay with C.NX. Train No. 2 Bargain Tickets not valid on "THE 49 and 50 PEMBROKE JCT., OTTAW A: MONTREAL, and QUEBEC via North Bay and Canadian National Rly. No. 1 from Montreal BARGAIN COACH EXCURSION Thursday. October 28th BARGAIN COACH EXCURSION Fridayv. October 29th Points in the MARITIMES via North Bay and Canadian National Rlyv. Temiskaming and Northern Ontario Railway The Nipissing Central Railway Company WILL OPERATE sâ€"and that is important.| broo ‘ ideas were passed on to}| of cCc that Be as Mr. Goodspeed‘s.| repo: Mumford probably guessed | cease ideas had come. worl way, Mumford, how‘s Ferâ€"| sults ig on?" Mr. Trevowe asked He of a telephone conversation P Por Purther Particulars Apply to Local Agent 1 he remains a 1j2T WV the only perâ€" with is Mary secretary. He s in the busiâ€" he is used to e is an eduâ€" Author of "George," " Two Men and Mary", Ete. hough 155 p.m., Sunday, October 31st Xovember Ist, 1937 ap ho TO During the week he went over the rod and tackle of the departed Gaddesâ€" den ard with a little adjustment it proved to be still usable. On the folâ€" lowing Saturday he set out immediately | after the midday meal. i The mill was silent; he was comâ€" pletely alone there. It is a curious fact that one is never as consciously alone in such a place as one often is in the midst of a great city. Slowly and meâ€" thodically he put the rod together, and began his attack on the fish, if any, in ! the pool above the weir. sOMEONE TO TEA Orce, he might have had a bite; the float moved and the bait had disapâ€" geazed. But beyond that, the actual reâ€" ult of the afternoon‘s fishing was nil, unless one counts the sedative effect of the quiet hours by the gently moving He had broughnt some tea with him in a vacuum flask and was thinking abcut it when a girl, wheeling a biâ€" cycle, came along the path and over The mill became Ferguson‘s favourâ€" ite harbourâ€"the word is used deliberâ€" ately. Usually the place was deserted, or, at the most, there were a few anglers there. A gentle melancholy brooded over the spot; once the scene of considerable human activity and the repository of human hopes, it had ceased to strive, had passed out of the world where people are judged by reâ€" He spoke of it to Mrs Gaddesden. "Yes, I know it," she said. "My husâ€" band used to fish there years ago. I‘ve stil1 got his old rod and tackle. Not that he ever caught anything but he always said that there were big fish in the pond." Above the weir was a deep pool, and one Saturday afternoon he came on a man fishing there. He didn‘t appear to be catching fish, but as Ferguson watched himâ€"physically and mentally the angler seemed to have relaxedâ€"he realized the great truth about fisherâ€" men: the catch doesn‘t matter. Fisherâ€" men themselves will often deny this; nevertheless it is a fact that the great charm of angling is that results are of minor importance. Few occupations in life possess this charm. "Very {ew, and most of them are ‘On His Majesty‘s Service‘!" "Still, his life is his own business, Auntie, and not ours." "Within reason. But nobodyâ€"man or womanâ€"can shut themselves off from their kind. We aren‘t so much indiâ€" viduals as members of a family." "Anyway, he‘s lucky to be here with you," said Mary Donovan. "He might be worse off," agreed Mrs. Gaddesden. ‘"Your‘re very interested in him, my dear, aren‘t you?" I think I‘ll get a rod You‘re welcome to : told Mary Donovan. "Seems to me t he has cut off the old life as it zht be with a knife." He does have some?" Mary â€" had by and Monday Use my husâ€" "I have a horror of anything being captured or imprisoned." "But you eat fish!" "Yes. I haven‘t caught them." "I think I understand what you mean." she said quietly. Suddenly he smiled at her. He rarely did smile and it altered the expression of his face. "What‘s the joke?" she asked. "I‘ve suddenly remembered someâ€" thing. It‘s an absurd story about a Chinese philosopher called Luen Chi who spent his life in fishing." "Well?" she urged. "But he used no baitâ€"since his onâ€" ject was not to catch fish," he added solemnly. Ferguson grabbed the rod and began to ree] in. There was a halfâ€"pound perch on the hook. "He was a philosopher?" she asked gravely, after thinking over what he "You‘ve been excedingly kind to Miss Donovan,." he said "I do appreâ€" ciate it." ‘Nonsense," she smiled. "It meant a great deal to me," he inâ€" sisted. "That Saturday night at your aunt‘s . . . I wanted a friendly word . .. badly." REMINDER OF THE PAST "You‘ll find that people here are friendly," she said. "Look! The rod!" she suddenly cried, excitedly. "Well, I‘m bothered!" he said. ‘"That just shows, doesn‘t it? We were talking about success." He removed the hook gently from the lower jaw of the fish and dropped it back into the water. "I don‘t think I like fishing after all "Why?" "I have a captured or "But you "Yes. L In "I think "There‘s the Conservative Club," she suggested. "But of course you may not be a Conservative." "You mean to make Mossford your home?" she asked after a silence. "I hope to," he replied. "You‘ll probably find us more retiâ€" cent than Londoners." she said and added with a smile, ‘"not that I‘m parâ€" ticularly reticent, I‘m afraid." "You‘re settling down with us at Trevowe‘s?" "I hope so. I‘m beginring to feel quite at home there. I find the weekâ€"ends rather lonely, though. There is really very little for a lonely person to do in Mossford." "In any case, I know no one there. Still, as time passes, I shall get to know people, I suppose." "That‘s a very difficult question to be faced with suddenly," she smiled. "My job, I supposeâ€"within reason. And the happiness of the people I‘m fond ofâ€" my mother, for example. And, I supâ€" pose, seeing that I get as much out of life as I can." He nodded as if he agreed. "And now you tell me what you take seriously," she went on. "I wonder. At one time it was Sucâ€" cess. Now . . . I don‘t know." "Happiness?" she suggested. "People seem to fight for successâ€"as you call itâ€"and when they‘ve got it they don‘t think a great deal of it." Again he nodded: "Life is like that, I‘m afraid. Not," he went on, "that I‘ve experienced this thing we call Success." "Then I‘m glad I didnt turn back. Most of the men in the office will be at the football match. It‘s the last game of the season. But you aren‘t inâ€" terested?" "NMo, I‘m.not." "Nor am I. But Mossford takes footâ€" ball very seriously." "And you don‘t, I gather?" "No.‘ "What do you take seriously? What do you consider important?" he asked. "No. But I have a feeling that you like being alone and that it‘s rather an impertinence to intrude.‘" "Not at all. Really, I‘m a very sociable animal," he said with a smile. "And I‘ve no friends in Mossford at all." "Whatever for? Am I so terrible?" he asked. "No. But I heard someone talking aboxt it last week and decided to come. I recognized you as I came down the path from the road." "It‘s a very happy meeting." "I wonder if it is, Mr. Ferguson. When I saw that it was you, I almost turned back." aske He fixed his rod on an iron upright, knowing that it had almost as much chance of getting a fish on its own as with his assistance, and turned to the basket Mrs. Gaddesden had packed for him." "Whatever there is, we‘ll share," he said. "If I know Mrs. Gaddesden she‘s put up sufficient for at least two.‘" "I‘ve some chocolate with," she said as she against a gate. the little bridge. "Good afternoon, Mr. FPergyson," Mary Donovan said with a pleasant smile. "Oh, good afternoon!" he said. "Any luck?" "Not in the way of fish, I‘m afraid. But it‘s a lovely spot." She was standing on the path still holding her cycle. "I was just about to have a cup of tea. Will you join me?" he suggested. _ ‘"*HMave you enough for two?" she we can make up leaned her cvele Copyright THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TTIMMINS, ONTARIO Mary, added: "Shan‘t be a minute; they‘re on the phone from the office, confcund them!" Many eyves folloawed his taut figure as he walked up the gargway, for inâ€" spector Garrod was a wellâ€"known figure in Mossford. He had achieved record promotion in the Force and at 32 occuâ€" pied a position usually reserved for men at least ten years older. Mary Donovan, indeed. was regarded as a lucky girl by most of the people who knew her, and few of them had any doubt as to what the outcome of the friendship would be. It was obvious to all that the young Inspector was very much in love, "I SHOULDN‘T HAVE MUCH TO DOQ WwITH HIM" d| He came back just as the lights were € dimmed for the big feature. U n a 6 ! "Right!" he said, and ‘turning to d! at the Royal. During the interval, w the lights were un, the manager the cinema came to them and whis) ed to Mary‘s companion. As he read his book that evening hi attention was apt to wander from the pages. He assured himself that it wa:s no concern of his. Nevertheless, ho wa wondering who was Mary Donovan‘ companion. But it was foolish to dwell on her. sShe belonged to the past, to that porâ€" tion of the book of his life which was closed. Here in Mossford a new chapâ€" ter was openingâ€"indeed, a new book beginning. The past was over; but was there the chance of a future? He came to the wood, already pearlâ€" He came to the wood, already pearlâ€" grey in the deepening dusk, and reaâ€" lized that his spirit was lighter than it had been for a long time. "Did you have any luck?" Mrs. Godâ€" desden greeted him. "I caught one, but I threw him back." ‘"They‘re never any good," the wise woman replied. "It‘s the fun of catchâ€" ing them, I suppose. But there. I never could urderstand fishing." It might other girl. Actually, it was a very well se man in a blue serge suit. They â€" sitting ir the second row of the C He wondered what Lucia Desmund was doing and smiled a little grimly. Even her name was a fake. But that, he realized, was unfair. Lily Smith would hardly do as the name of an acâ€" tress. And most of them changed their names. Probably she was somewhere on Easy Streot. And suddenly, as he walked along, he realised that he had not consciously thought of a woman‘s face since Lucia Desmund had filled his existence. Lucia Desmund . . . for months he had not thought of her at all. That he could do so this lovely evening. as he walked through the lush meadows to the shadowy wood ahead, without bitâ€" terness, was due to his meeting with this Mossford girl who had been kind to him. She had said that she was going tc the pictures. He wondered with whom. Some ~youngster, heâ€" decided, wh could meet her on level terms. He fell to thinking of her delicatelyâ€" cut profile as she had looked acros: the water to the mill. There was a wistâ€" fulness in her face which puzzled him And suddenly, as he walk realised that he had not thought of a woman‘s face Desmund had filled his ¢ The meeting with Mary Donovan made all the difference to the afterâ€" noon, had dissipated the feeling of loneliness. He packed up the rod and tackle which he had used for the first time and set out across the field toâ€" wards Mossford. She rose from the bank on which they had been sitting as she spoke. ‘"The road‘s at the top of this path? I came across the fields from Ferry Wood. T‘ll walk up with you and come back to pack up the rod." He wheeled her cycle up the path and at the top watched her set out down the hill. At the bend in the road she waved to him, and with a queer, exâ€" hilarated feeling he turned back to the mill. had said. "According to the story." Suddenly she, too, smiled: "I fancy I can understand Luen Chi," she said. "Have a cigarette?" he suggested. "Thank you. Then I must go. I‘ve a date for the pictures toâ€"night. Do you ever go?" "Occasionally." He held a match for her and for a while they smoked in silence. Once he glanced at her; she was looking out across the water where the old mill was red in the glint of the setting sun. For the first time, and almost with a shock, he realized that she was a very pretty girl. "A penny?" he said. She turned her glance to him and smiled: "Actually, I was wondering what you thought of me." "I‘ve already fold you. I think you‘re exceedingly sympathetic and kind." "Anyway, I‘m glad you think so. And now, having eaten most of your teaâ€" in order to show you how kind T really amâ€"I will go." The little town of for western neighbours. realized. h e beet etâ€"up ‘grim In: have be 62 sil noorn Bbeen Hso MmuUElIl certain HC Sn the experic had aq manrces kind 01 she ha Mrs. L press h given Ss1 illusions qualitics of five vious of BUt S clarity theâ€" ICa he had that 10 i1 ting subt] 1 NA oman rate â€" Men The 1¢ Nothi Why? mo Who?" Mr. Fetr Mea But he thousg}t d her ced 1 least id ACd1 Donoyv ppa 1J 31 1C * ch kne ilizl1 i s 171 1LIY nInl Sso â€"An would come aoks and 0o N ned O tl 11 fishi M a iat 11 M North Bay Nugget:â€"We now come to that touching momert, when the late candidate is delivered from the hands of his friends back to his folks. 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