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"You‘ve seen Ward‘s note. He‘s putâ€" ting it off till toâ€"morrow so as to bring a bigger force. Don‘t worry, my dear. They‘ll be along, and Jim with them." "Iâ€"I hope you are right, but I‘m unâ€" easy.‘ she paused then went on with a ‘rush. "Mr. Condon, I can‘t stay here." Dave Looked at her. He was a wise "I‘m right sorry, Joan for, if I‘m not mistaken, he‘s as fond of you as any man can be of a girl.. And you twoâ€" what a match you‘d make!" Joan bit her lip. Joan Chandler sat in the great living room at the Painted Cross. She wore the same plain blue cotton frock in which she had ridden away from Looâ€" mis, and there was not a touch of powâ€" der or lipâ€"stick on her face, yet old Dave seated opposite, thought her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "I can‘t understand it," she was sayâ€" ing anxiously. "Jim told me definitely that Ward‘s men would join you toâ€" night." Dave shrugged. "On account of Jim?‘ he asked. She nodded. "I can tell you because I know you would never teéll anyone else. That is it. Imust not meet him again." Dave looked troubled. "He is engaged. You know that. And Nita Vaughan is a lovely girl." Dave "It‘s a hell of a mixâ€"up, tHut I see your trouble, Joan. You can go to my nephew, Mark Logan, at Piedra. He‘ll fmd you a job in his store. Anyways you‘ll be safe from PFarne." He rose. "Now I got to get busy. You don‘t need to leave till toâ€"morrow." "Miss Joanâ€"iMiss Joan?" The shout roused her from her troubles and she sa.w Rash Weedon, one of the Painted Cross men, hurrying towards her. "Luiz he‘ve ‘been bit by a grclund rattler," Rash told her. "Reckon you can do anything? He‘s bad." Joan went out and strolled by the river. Her thoughts were all of Jim and they were not happy thoughts. She was desperately anxicus for his safety and would have given miuch to know that he had got. away from Loomis. She thrilled at the thought he might be back at the Painted Cross next day, then her spirits sank to the depthis as she realized that she "would have left. "It isn‘t fair," she said aloud. "Dave is right and Jim loves me as I love him. Oh, why could we not have met again little sooner?". Joan an dlike a hare to find Luiz lying in the ilhkâ€"house with a couple of 15%1\ * â€" Theyweredozing him ,’nlfisky She sent one filying to the house for permanganate. Luiz had trodden on the snake in the thick grass and it had struck him in the calf of his left leg. Luckily he had been close to the ranch and hardly five minutes had elapsed since he had been stmuck, otherâ€" wise nothing could have saved him. Joan ligatured the leg, then opened the wound with a clean razor blade and injected permanganate. Within half an hour the boy was out ‘of danger. Joan told him so, but brownâ€"faced Luiz lay silent, looking so wretched Joan was "What is it, Luiz?" she asked. "You. need not be afraid YÂ¥ou are going to get well." "I ought to die. I deserve to die." was the despairing answer. Joan was "Why do you say that, Luiz? You have done well. We are all grateful to you for carrying that message. It was fine work." Luiz only groaned and Joan bent over him. "Something is troubling you," she said very gently and saw the boy‘s face twist with agony. "I don‘t know what to do. If I tell Farne will kill my mother and Joan‘s lips tightened. She began to suspect the truth. She looked round but there was no one about. Then she began to talk and presently she had the truth out of Luiz. He told her that two of Farne‘s man had caught him and dragged him to the Kettle Drum. There Farneâ€"had read Ward‘s note and had forged another asking Dave Condon to ut off coming until the following night. C3 * 4 4 43 30 4 o33 0332 Secon * d § TL L JSA NEAAA 5 m *Â¥ x"* 4:X *®; ® c lt h tm t wt 4i s t N Excursion travel will be handled on Train No. 46, connecting at North Bay with C. N. Train No. 2 On the RETURN journey, tickets will be valid for travel on C. N. Train No. 1 from Montreal, 7.30 p.m. ~Sunday, February 13th, and Monday, Pembroke Jet.. Ottawa, Montreal and Quebec via North Bay and Canadian National Railways BARGAIN COACH EXCURSION Friday, February 11th, 1938 BARGAIN COACH EXCURSION Thursday, February 10th, 1938 Temiskaming and Northern Ontario Railway The Nipissing Central Radway Company WILL OPERATE Points in the Maritimes via North Bay and For Further Partieulars apply to Local Agent. Canadian National Railways. "Â¥ou‘ll take that to Candon," he had ordered, "and you won‘t say a word. If you do, if Condon comes toâ€"night, y_on'll again. I‘ve sent two men to bring them in." The boy paused then went on with a jerk. ‘So I did it and now I reckon Ward and all of ‘em is killed." All the strength went out of Joan so that she could hardly stand. So Ward and is menâ€"and Jim, tooâ€"had been surrcunded and shot down. ~â€" "Â¥You‘d ought to have let me die," said Luiz miserably but Joan refused to blame him. _ "It wasn‘t your fault," she said softly. "Lie still and get well.‘ Then she hurâ€" ried away to Dave. He was terribly upset. The thought that Ward Haskall would believe he had let him down hurt desperately. "Ward would never believe that,‘ Joan told him, "but what can we do?" Dave pulled himsel{ together. "Question is what Farne will do," he said grimly. "If he‘s finished Ward he‘ll think we‘re easy prey." He stood frownâ€" ing, thinking hard then spoke again. "Wards no fool. "Odds are, when he found we weren‘t there, he cleared out." ‘But Farne was expecting him. He wcoiuld be laying for him," Joan ansâ€" wered. "That‘s true, but even so I‘m not givâ€" ing up hope. Ward would try and hole up somewhereâ€"maybe in those caves in the gorge." "Then we must go to his help." Dave glanced at the sun which was still three hours high. He shook his grizzled head. "No use. Joan. We got to wait till dark. See here, Farnes expecting us at midnight. He. reckons to ambush us. We‘ll get there an hour early and it‘ll be Farne who‘ll run into the trap.‘ . Joan gazed at him. â€"__"But Jimâ€"Jim,‘ she cried in a voice of agony and covered her face with her hands. ‘"Don‘t cry, my dear," Dave‘s vonce was very tender. ‘"I‘m sending Mart Dowling out to scout around. ‘"You‘ll have news before dark.‘" Five minutes later the foreman mounted on the best horse in the string, rode away. ‘The sun had just set when he came back, Joan, running to meet him, saw that his horse was black with sweat. He pulled up. " That‘s tt_. Miss Joan. I didn‘t see none of them, but some of Farne‘s men _ "gome of ‘em‘s safe," he told her. "Its what Dave said. The‘ve holed up in Painted Butte. _ "Painted Butteâ€"in the cave?" Joan asked quickly. are up on the ledge opposite the cave mouth. I saw three and I reckon there are more. Thats all to the good far as we‘re concerned for it means Farne won‘t have so many out against us." ‘But Wards menâ€"are they safe?" Joan questioned.‘ "Safe as long as they stay inside. I reckon they‘ll hold out until we can hnelp ‘em." Joan sighed with relief. "That‘s splendid. Ride on, Mart, and tell Mr. Condon. He will be as glad as I am." Joan follgwed Mart back to the ranch. His news had given her fresh hope. There was a fair chance that Jim was safe. Supper was a quiet meal. Dave‘s men knew the task before them, but they knew, too, that there was no peace until Farne and his gunmen had been wiped out. "At ten they rode away, taking extra horses for Ward‘s men. Trant and Sam Loy were left with Joan at the ranch. But Condon, of course, was still laid up, and Nat‘s leg was not yet well enough to allow him to ride. "You go to bed and get a good sleep, Joan," were Dave‘s last words as he rode away, but Joan was far too anxious to sleep. The hours dragged by. When the old clock in the living roof struck midnight Joan ccould stand the house no*longer. She went out, climb the hill, and sat with her back against a rock. The night was clear and cool, and not a breadth of wind stirred. Joan strained her ears for sounds of horses‘ hoofs. but all she heard was the murâ€" Time passed, Joan grew so cold that br the creek ar below her lofty she got up and had jAust reached the house when suddenly came the sound: she had longed for. Horses thunderâ€" ing across the high pasture above the valley. Dave rode up to the door and beside him was Ward Haskel. . With a glad cry she ran forward. ‘ "We got Ward and eight of his men." Dave answered slowly. ' "Jim! Dont say you have not got Jim?" The pain in Joans voice hurt Dave Condon like a stab. ° He slipped off his horse and put an arm round: her. "We have‘t got Jim, my dear," he said gently. "But don‘t be too scared. For as Ward knows he ain‘t dead. Come in Ward will tell you about it." In a sort of daze Joan listened to Ward‘s storyâ€"the surprise, the sudden storm, Jim‘s suggestion that they should attack the Kettle Drum, their struggle down the gorge. "We were half way down when we missed Jim," he went on.: "We stopped and: looked tklut couldn‘t find him.. ‘The rainm was clearing and. we‘d lost out chance to go down to the Kettle Drum. Ben Cottle pulled us out. He knew a way up over the cliff. Farne‘s chaps spotted us, but they had to ride a long way round and we holed up in the cave at Painted Butte, and there we lay till Dave here came.‘ 2 _Joan said nothing. Her face was like carven stoane. For a time there was silence, then Trant asked a question. . "We licked him all right. Caught him just like he caught Ward last night, and knocked out four of his killers with the first volley. Rest turned and rode for their lives." } "Looks like you licked Farne, Condon?" Dave nodded. "The devil looks after his own,‘ he said bitterly. "He got clear away. We‘d have followed only we had to go and find Ward‘s chaps." He turned to Joan. "Go to bed, girl. You‘re all in. Well find Jim for you toâ€"morrow." "Did you get Farne?" Trant asked eagerly. Dave shook his head. "Mighty little," said Ward, sadly. "It‘s my notion Jim fell over the citek bank in the dark of that storm. It he did there ain‘t a hope." "She‘s hit bad," said Dave to Ward, after Joan had gone. "Do you reckon there‘s any chance he‘s alive?" All the triumph at the victory over Farne was quenched by sorrow for Jim‘s fate for already everyone had come to like him, and next morning the whole place was curiously quiet. Joan stayed in her room. Dave‘s promise had failed to cheer her. She felt there was no ‘hops>ard cher ‘heart was .dead withl'fl her. Dave and Ward talked long over breakfast. They were anxious to folâ€" low up their victory, but wanted more men so as to make csrtain of finishing the jok. About eleven a rider was seen apâ€" proaching the house. Someone recogâ€" nized him as Jake Starr, one of Farne‘s hands. He was alone and unarmed, and as he came near, showed a white handâ€" kerchief on the end of a stick. Dave went out to meet him. "White flag, eh?" he said drily. "Come to ask for terms?" ‘"Maybe there‘s terms in it," Dave took the letter, which was addressed in Farne‘s hand. to Joan. He called to her, and she came down. Et wrung Daves heart to see how white and worn she looked. "Come to bring a letter,‘ Starr reâ€" tonrted. She went in, and he followed. She tore open the envelop2, and, as she read, her face changed and lighted with a sort of inner raliance. "He‘s alive!" she cried. Jim‘s alive! "Alive!‘ Dave repeated. "That‘s the best news ever. But where is he?" "In gaol at Loomis. Andâ€"and Farne has recognized him. Fiut says that. no one knows who he is, and that he will not tell if I promise to marry him.‘* Dave‘s blue eyes flamed. "The dog?" he said. "Ward and I will go right in and take that goal to pieces. And Farne, too!" â€" "Noâ€" not yet"' Joan begged "He‘s given me a week." "Moren we‘ll give him," Dave ansâ€" wered. "You stay right here. I‘m goâ€" ing to talk to Ward." He went, and for the next hour he, Ward and Mart Dowling discussed the situation. Then he wert back to teH Joan. what they had decided. _ Joan was not there. He told Sam Loy to find her. "She gone!" Sam answered. "She ride away on horse»ack long time ago." Dave‘s face went gaunt, and his shout brought Ward running.. "She‘s gone, Ward! ‘ She‘s gone to give herself up to Farne so as to save Jim!" . Church, Timmins are to have Wiison Woodside, the noted lecturer to deliver an address in the Unit:d Church here Willson Woodside to be Speaker at Men‘s Forum mencing at 8 pm. The address is enâ€" titled, ‘"Behind the German Front," and deal with Germany of the present day as seen through the eyes of an experienced traveller and philosopher. new gal friend on singer. It is pres insurance policies on the young permit that sort of thing. Ee € 6 ‘Better go inside to read it," he adâ€" (To be Concluded) Juntor C. W. L. Planning : Several New Activities aso discussed for is to be put on by about the middle of gue will talte place on Thursday, Ma 3rd, and wi!hhldlnbhabmnent of the Church of the Nativity. ‘ I get up inâ€"the morin‘, i _ _An‘, nothin‘ else to do, j Btfom-t.he rest are up an‘ dressed ‘ _T read: the papers. through; ngâ€" round with w« A.ll gay n‘ hear ‘em talk,, > An‘ while they sew or knit I show . ~The baby bow to. walk; i | An‘ somehow, I feel sorry When they: put; away his dress ‘ An‘ cut his curls ('cause they‘re like a girl‘s)â€" : I‘m gettin" on, I guess t t scrapbook," whith is, after all, a good masont Butâ€" would this collector perâ€" "haps oblige by se_nd.lng some the fayvâ€" qurite poems from the scrapbook to the. writer?. And any <other readers who have favourite poems, and would like to see them in this column, might also send conies .of the poems to this coluinn, in care of The Advance. "Gettin‘ On" the poem without a known author ,is the one that has been requested. because‘"Then I can: cut it out of The Advance and paste it in my 'I‘o-day‘s poem : has a quaint little manner whith. 18 ‘the probable reason why it is a fa.vourite with all who read it. Itdslmman and real, and has an appeal for. allages of readers. â€"â€" . Gettin® On When L WUZ somewhat younger, Aâ€" wuz rgcke_ned purty gayâ€" I had my fling at everything In a rollickin‘, coltish way, But times havo strangely altered Since sixty years agoâ€" This age of steam an‘ thirgs don‘t seem Like the age I used to know. Your modern innovations Den‘t suit "me, I confess, As did the ways of the good ol‘ daysâ€" But I‘m gettm on, I guess. I set on the plazza An‘ hitch round with the sunâ€" Sometimes, mayhap, I take a nap, Waitin‘ till school is done. An‘" then I téell‘the children . The things L done in youth, An‘ near as I can (as a vener‘ble man) I stick to the honesb truth! But the looks of them ‘at listen Seem sometimes to express The remote idea that I‘m goneâ€"you Sometimes, wigbh twilight round me, Sso tenderlike an‘ low That it almost seemed a dream I see tor seem. to. sze) A A distant shore where friends of yore Linger an‘.watch for me; Sometimes I‘ve heered ‘em callin‘ Or an echo of long ago; An‘ someti-njigs on my forehead There falls a soft caress, Of the tou:h of a handâ€"you underâ€" An‘ I am gettin‘ on, I guess. Em gettin‘ on, I guess. ‘The celebration of Christmas Day in the birthplace of the Cbrist is iMustrated by this picture of the Chrigtmas religious. lcnebem for the service at the Church of the Nativigy. The Latin patriarch is seen in mrpconar advancing between ranks of monks and oAAA _ UAURAJIALL â€" NAAA lar) of Golden C morrow to on:e i who is aprcaching Mrs. John Gibboi earlicst settlers i living hore {for gcing to Toronto. mo»s | SOmS YyEars ago. Joint Meeting C.W .L. at South Porcupine Pioneer of South Porcupine Very I!I. Other South South Porcupine, Feb. 3th.â€"(Spscial to The Advance)â€"We are sorty to learn that ons of the old pionseers of the Porcupine camp, Mrs. John Gibâ€" bons, aged 73, is very ill in Toronto. Her son, Mr. T. Gibbons, was in Toronâ€" to to see her a week ago but since reâ€" turning home has been called back urgently again. He left toâ€"day (Seturâ€" day) and his son, John, of Noranda, ard daughter Gladys (Mrs. Don Milâ€" lar) of Golden City are leaving toâ€" morrow to om:e more see the old lady who is aprcaching her end. Mr. and Mrs. John Gibbons were two of the earlicst settlers in South Porcupine, living hore {for many years before gcing to Toronto. ~Mr. CHibbons died some years ago. ‘ ‘Mrs. J. Singletor, of Commercial avemue, is leaving on Monday for Toâ€" ronito forâ€" a few days. Mincs, spent the weekâ€"end visiting in â€"â€"Mtr. R. McWiliams, Jr., spent the weekâ€"end in Gravenhurst. â€" The "Gcood Times" Club of Golden City is holding a Valentine party and! dance on Thursday next (mm) in the Forcupine township hall. A team of curlers including Mr. Wm. Fairhurst, Mr. F. C. Evars and Mr. C. Arnott, of Schumacher, leaves, on Sunâ€" day to represent the South Porcupine Curling Club in the bonspiel nexb week in Kirkland Lake. â€" After the regular : Rebekah meeting on Friday in theâ€"parish hall the memâ€" bers. were invited to the home.of Mrs. W. W. Wilson where they were enterâ€" tained at bridge and a delightful :lunch was served by the hostess. | Mrs. C. Munn, president‘ of the Dioâ€" cesan C.W.L., was entertained while in South Porcupine on l"ridny Miss Anna Sullivan. The Past Grard‘s Club af the Reâ€" bekah‘s were entertainedâ€" on Wednesâ€" day last at the home ~ of : Mrs. Wim. Thomas, Dome Extension. After a business meeting bridge occupled the evening and Mrs. J. Wilson â€" gained first honours, Mrs. Raynor coming secâ€" ond. The hostess served a dainty lunch to her guests. The Past Grand‘s Club is planning a Valentine whist drive to take place in the. parish hall next Bornâ€"On Friday, Feb. 4th,, to Mr. and Mrs. Lennox Childs, of Oornmer- siat aver.ueâ€"a dau.ght.er | ~~Weâ€"are very sorry‘ indeed to learn that Miss Winifred Naish left on â€"Friâ€" day for Toronto .to take up residence there. Miss Naish has been suth a splendid help in Church and girl welâ€" fare wiork that she will be very much Friday (lith). Good: prizes. will. be featured at this event and a good turnâ€" out would be appreciated. ' Don‘t forget thatâ€"the United Church ladies will be serving tea and holding a sale of work anrd baking in the churchâ€" on Friday afternoon > (l1ith). This is also to be a Valentine affair. our Girl Guide ~C§-ptain and has done splendia@ workâ€" with: them, â€"being always ready and willing to give her very best for the good of the girls. While Miss Naish was ~one ~of our town‘s most willing voluntary workers in any good cause, it is the Guide.moveâ€" ment that will miss her: most. We wish hor good luck and every sux:cess in Toâ€" ronta. j Mrs. Rene Quesnel left on Friday to spend the weekâ€"end in . Gravenhurst where she will ~visit her husband in the saritarium. We regret that our M;RP., Mr. C V. Gallagher, who hasg been suffering frem bronchial and asthmatic trouble for®some weeks, has found it necessary Porcupine News Vinkka of Timmins. | | Marriedâ€"by Father Gelinas in St. Joachim‘s Church, South Porcupine, on Jan. 20th, Nick Bren to Miss Annie Sawchuk. |~~ The sleighride planned by the Y.P.S. of the United Church for Wednesday evening did. not take placeâ€"there beâ€" ing some difficulty in getting horses. However the young people met the situation in fine style, a party taking plaze in the Scout hall instead, where and marshmallows were toastâ€" | ed by the open fire, and to the strains of a borrowed gramophone dancing was indulged in and all in all as good a ‘~party ensued as though they had been ‘able to carry out their first intentions. ! A joint meeting of the Senior and visiting her parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. Naish, of Leakeview, left on Tuesday for to scek treatment in a nursing home in Tcronto, where he will have specialist advice and treatment He left on Bornâ€"On Jan 29th, in South Porâ€" cupine, a son to Mr. arnd Mrs. Mailcolm Bornâ€"to Mr. and Mrs. Noel Breux, of South Porcuping, on Jan. 36thâ€"a Jumor branches of the Catholic Woâ€" men‘s League was held on Friday at the home of Mr. T. Cahill, twentyâ€" four members being present.. Father Gelinas was present and spoke. words ¢f encouragement to the ladies in their work. The guest of honour was Mrs. C. Murn, of Timmins, president of the Diocesan C.W.L.,. who addressed the meeting and outlined the aims and obâ€" jects of the Leagus. A Study Club was formed among the senior members, Mrs. James Burns being chosen as conâ€" vener. Mrs. Munn was presented at this meeting with a Missal and Rosary the former being given by ‘Miss Lynch, president of the Junior League,. and Mrs. Le Roy, president of the senior branch, presenting the Rosary. Another Charge in Theft of Hoists Case Buyer of .Old Metal in Court On Receiving Charge.. Haileybury, Feb. 7.â€"(Special,to The Advance)â€"Sequelâ€"to recent charges of theft of minirg equipment in Coleman township, Harry Korson of the Northâ€" ern Metals Company at Cobalt appearâ€" ed before Magistrate Atkinson here on Friday and was committed for trial on a charge of receiving goods, kncwing them to have been stolen. Through ‘his counsel, Fred Gardner of Tcronto, Korson pleaded not gullty, élected trial by jury and was remitted to the Temiskaming General Sessions in June. He is out on $5000 bail, it was Witnesses called by Crown Attorney J..B. Robinson swoere that a hoist alâ€" legedly taken from the Cross Lake Silver Miring Company‘s property near Cobalt, and for the admitted theft of which Raymond McEwen and Charles Johnson are serving short jail terms, was located in the yard of the Northâ€" ern Metals Company. It was claimed Bormâ€"In Tisdale hospital, on Jan. COR. KIRBY SPRUCE on the rson train. 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Kopson had known nothing of this debt, allegedly negotiated through Jake Cohan, acâ€" cused‘s brotherâ€"inâ€"law, forâ€"the purâ€" chase of aâ€"radio, but paid thmugh the company‘s account. In‘ answer to Mr. Gardner, declared there had himself and McEwen. with Korson, but koth‘Jchnson and McEwen told of Kcrson being present when discussions took: place.‘after‘ the hoist had been brought in last December. Valus of ‘the hoist, allowing sor neâ€" cessary repairs, was placed at present as at least. $1500, Carl Reinhard of Perth, president of the Cross Lake Company, told the court. He said the hoist had been bought about 1907 for $575 and. had been used during two poricds of mining work for a year and a half altogether, but he iclaimed it was "a very popular hoist at the present time," and worth much more than the original price. 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