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Old Adhemar had resolved, almost in the hour of his son‘s birth, that Corâ€" neille must ‘be a farmer; nct a trader like himself, but a landown»>r earning his bread from his own ground. No one, at léast of all Corncille, had ever ELCOME TO A NEW LIFE ; It was in‘ the late afternson of a September day that Malcolm Green arrived at Bon Espior, the> farm that old Adhemar Recoulle had bouzhtwhen his son Corneille was born. Maraka, Cornsille‘s devoted negro servant, mentor and sort of selfâ€"apâ€" p.,int d family to the Roâ€" coulles Piet Van Stelien, another nzsighborâ€" farmer. Unfriendly and sour. Dislikâ€" ed by his ngighbours. Japie Van Stellen, Old Pict‘s son. More agresable than his father, but an unknown quality. Corneille Recoulle. the young owner of Bon Espoir farm, who becomes inâ€" volved in a series of mysterious crimes. and, with Malcolim, sets out to solve them. He is in love with Cynthia, the capable siwer of his neighoormv farmâ€" er and friend. Channing, a phlegmatic personality, Assisted by George Loftus, his legal advisor and guardian, is making a lot of mconey in cattle speculation. Malecim Green, son of a weliâ€"toâ€"do city main, who after thice years at a city derk, go>s *3 South Afri>a to learn farming on the farm of his old Camâ€" bridge friend, Corneillse Recsulle. FREE BOOKLET â€"â€"The Gillett‘s Lye Bookâ€" let tells how to use this powerful cleanser for dozens of tasks, Write to: Standard Brands Ltd., Fraser Ave. Liberty St., Toronto, Ont. *Never dissolvo lye in hot water. The action of the lye itself heats the water. ON‘T risk the sa{ety of your family and neighbors. Once a week, sprinkle half a tin of Gillett‘s Pure Flake Lye over contents of out house. This powerâ€" ful cleanser quickly destroys conâ€" tents . . . and banishes odors as it cleans. l\ccp a tin always handy, Ask your grocer for Gilâ€" mt‘ lett‘s Lye â€"toâ€" | Q day! hR Spread Ghastly Disease Keep outside closets clean with Gillett‘s Lye. Destroys contents . .. banishes odors The Riddle of THE RIDERLESS HOR SE THESE deadly FIENDS PRINCTIPAL CHARACTERS MADE IN CANADA By Jean and Cyril Casalis "Come into the house," said old Adheâ€" mar, shepherding them towards the veranda steps. "You would perhaps like a littls drink? We have not much to offer you, but perhaps a little brandy? You must be thirsty after your long drive. The boysâ€"where are those boys? They will bring in your luggage. Maraka!" ‘"Morena," came an answering voice from insid> the house. Then a wireâ€" gauze 2coor was thrown open and a native servant, kitchen cowel on arm, "They‘re quite good," Corneille reâ€" plied. "I‘ve been telling Malcolm what they were like a few years ago â€" 43 gates between here and Bloemfontein, and always a spads in the car in case the sand was bad." "Ferhaps it‘s a good thing I didn‘t come ow until now," Malcolm said. "I‘m just in time to enjoy the national roads. The finished bit near Bloemâ€" fontein is quite gord." "Welcome to Bon Espior," he said. "It is a very great pleasure to see you, and I am happy to welcome the friend of my son." Then formality ‘broke down. "Those blessed motor cars," the old man said, his eyes twinkling behind heavy spectacles. "I was beginning to think that you were mever coming. And how did you find the roads?" Corneille‘s father was wa‘ling ‘for them on the veranda steps when they drew up before the low stone homeâ€" stead. Old Adhemar had prepared a little speech of welcome, as was his custom when faced with so unusual an event as che arrival of a visitor at the farm. Corneille had met him in Bloemfonâ€" sein, and they drove to Bon Espior toâ€" â€"ether in the car chat Malcolm had sought on his arrival. It had been pleasant to mee! again. Corneille seemed to have changed very little from the enthusiast of Cambridge days, and they had at once renewed cheir easy companionship, talking inâ€" cessantly throughout the hundredâ€" mile drive, as they bridged the gaps left by letters during the three years since their last meeting. . But Malcolm‘s father, with all the »cnfirmed city man‘s distrust of farmâ€" ing as a profession, would not be perâ€" suaded, and the end of their timse a: Jamibridge had brought a parting of the ways for the two friends. Corâ€" neille, sxulting, rccurned to South Africa, and Malcolm went dutifully into the hated offics. He had endured it for three years. Then, thanks to a providential illness and to a graveâ€" faced doctor‘s hints of the need for an an.openâ€"air life, his father had yielded; and so Malcolm Green had come a last to Bon Espior, not as a mere visitor, but as a prospeccive settler. | wished co dispute the resolve. Old Adheâ€" mar rescived also that Corneills must have a better educaion than he himâ€" self had received, and so school in {South Africsa had been followed by a 'year n France and thrcs years a< Cambridge; and it was there thatl young Corneills and Malcolm Gteen had met. And it was thoere, as he listeoned to Corneille‘s tales of life on a South African â€" farm and his glowing proâ€" phecies of what he would achisve when he took over the management of Ban Espior, that Malcolm, countryâ€"bred and | a lover of all country thingss, had alâ€" lowed distaste for his own carefullyâ€" planned future in his father‘s city ofâ€" fice to bkecome outspoken disconter. Cornellle had sympathized. "If your father will let you have the capital to farm," he had said, "you can come to Bon Espior whenever you like, and I‘ll teach you all I know." "Goodness, no! From the moment he arrived hsreâ€"he‘s besen with us three years, you knowâ€"he started on it. Every second day he‘s off on his cwn, pottering through all the sloots and Gdongas, going over anybody‘s land, and even getting irco trouble. The Channingsâ€"the people next door at Campsieâ€"don‘t mind; they let him go anywhere; but old Van S:ellen bsâ€" yond, has warned him off." "Oh, he‘ll never ibs a farmer," Corâ€" neille answrred. "He works hard enough, but he‘s too keen on his flowâ€" ers; he‘ll never be able to plough a land before he‘s identified every weed growing in it." ‘"‘Is botanizing a new craze?" asked Malcolm. : "I wonder what on earth he‘s found now. Probably some obscure species of stinkblaar." "Stink what?" Malcolm asked. Corneille laughed. "One of our wereds," he answered; "a stramonium. A big plant with a rather beautiful flower; but getit into your maize lands and you won‘t reap much of a crop." ‘"Is Mortimer a good farmer?" Malâ€" colm asked. "Wha? Abou.u the professor?" "No, about somethmg he had found. He gave a message for you. He said: ‘Teli Corneille chasing flowers isn‘t just the ladies‘ gamse he calls it. When I see him again I‘ll tell him something that‘ll maks him sit up.‘ " Adhemar paused ruminatively. "Yes, those were the very words he lused. And he jumped on his hors>2, and was off. A nic> young man, but a little strange." There had been innumerable storie of Maraka, and Malcolm was, in conâ€" sequence, prepared to see an unusual native. H2 was. He had, it is crue, the typical thick lips and broad flat negroid nose, ut instéad of the usual heavy expression and receding foreâ€" head, he had 1@ splendid brow, a cleanâ€" cut shapely head; and as h> followed Achemar up the stops, leaving Corâ€" neille to direct Maraka‘s disposal of the luggage, Malcolm though that he had never seen a face more radiantly alight with humour and intelligence than that of this: tall looseâ€"limbed Mosiuto. MESSAGE FROM MORTIMER "You will make yourself at home an treat us, who are bachelors, like . . . like . . . a mess," Adhemar was sayâ€" ing when Corneills followed them in. ed "Oh, he‘s gons to Brandfontein. There <~was some fellowâ€"one of those professors, mad too about flowersâ€"on his way to Basutoland, and as soon as Mortimer heard about him he was telephoning everywhere; and now he‘s having dinner with him, and coming back tonight." ‘"Where‘s Mortiimer, Fasher!" he asked. "He is my other pupil, Malâ€" colm. A nice chapâ€"you‘ll like him." | â€" Maraka had played so important a part in Corneill=‘s reminiscences of his ihomxe. that, to Malzolm. he had tsen as familiar a charact>r as old Adhemar Recoulle himself, He had been in Adhemar‘s service for over 30 years, and had dsveloped from mere csook to confidential and gonâ€" eral manager of domestic affairs, and he had always taken a very active inâ€" terest in Corneille‘s amusements and escapades. Under his tuition Corncills had learnt to swim, and to kill gamt Basursâ€"fachion with a skilfully thrown tick, or the flat type of stons known as a "windâ€"skegpper." He had always acted as cook, tracker and gunâ€"bz:areor ccmbined, and indssd Corncills owsd him everything that h> know of veldâ€" ‘are. came swiftly out to we‘come the arrivâ€" als with beaming smiles. "By Jove! He was excited," he addâ€" "But many of the people who lookâ€" ed on did not relish what they saw. They didn‘t say so, but there was horâ€" ror in their eyes, and the same ashamâ€" ed helpless look I had seen in che eyes Police Look On She wers ow There was a crowd of about 300. mostly men, watching a dozen young men in mufti wrecking ‘he store with policemen looking on. "The wreckers were doing as thorâ€" ough a job as I have ever seen. They broke everything in that store. They were not content until they smashed everything to pieces." intensity of the men, some of whom were very young. "They laughed as they dessroyed." she said. "They seemâ€" ed drunk with a horrible spirit of deâ€" Miss Robinson was in a camra shaop whwu>n she heard the familiar crash of glass from across the road. She ran out to watch, but the man from whom she was buyinz said: "You are an American and I don‘t wanm you to look m this, Thess are not the real Gerâ€" man peop‘e." When Miss Robinson asked him to continue, he said: "You know I cannrot speak." The police were standing by while all this was going on, "laughing and chattinz and enjoying the sight." "But the majority of the crowds just stood in silenc:. The faces of those spectators were absolutely expressionâ€" less," she said. "It was as if they were stunned by what was going on, so stunned that they couldn‘t talk." There was a woman standing near Miss Robinson wicth a child in her arms which kegan to cry. "No, you shouldn‘t cry," the mother said, "you should ‘be happy that you can see such a wondsrful demonstration." The was being done by young men of the aze of college stuâ€" aents, she said, who kept singing storm troop songs while they went about it, and devised new ways to humiliate the victims. Early in the morning, Miss Robinson and her friends were awakened by the sound of smashing glass, which wz2ant on all that day and night. "Each cident horrified us more than the noxt, and we began to get numb just beâ€" cause there was so much of it." "Nothing Spain shocked me so much as what I saw in Berlin," she said. "In a war <people can at least figh« like men for what thsy belitve. But in G:rmany anybody who opened his mcuth was beaten. At one subway station I heard a woman protesting, and she was soon knocked down and seaten by a mob of men." Ground to Atoms Poircing to the mirror in her hotel sedroom, Miss Robinson went on: "You take an axe and throw it at thait mirror and smash it or you can grind it methodically to atoms. That‘s what the mobs did in Germany â€" simply ;round everyching down to ncothing." PBefore going to Berlin, Miss Robinâ€" on had spent over two months in spain paintinz and drawing. She had zone= tirough #r â€"raids in~ Barcelona and pens:rated to the loyalist frontâ€" line.trenches on the Ebro. "We drove around Berlin that nighi ind nothing happened. We chought that Hit!r would prohibit anything like that because there had been so much protest in the past." "I was staying in Berlin at the home 3f a newspapsrman and his wife," Miss Robinson told reporters today in her coccm at Hotel Croydon. "The word went around abow; 15 hours before the 3Ltbreak star‘ed that there was going to be a terrific antiâ€"Jewish demonstraâ€" tion." The follcowing restrainecd account of happenings in Germany recently was published in New York‘s lsadinz newsâ€" papers and in cther jsurnals anxious to give actual eyeâ€"witness picture of Nazi in the reécent outbreaks of lawlessness and brutality. To the ‘houghtful person it is not so much what is told that will impress, as what s implied. The young lady interviecwed told only cof what she saw hersolf. Naturally this would be rostricted, but the interview bears out the reports of itrocities without parallel in the hisâ€" tory of soâ€"callsd civilization, if the Belgian persecution is exceried. New York, Nov. 23.â€"Ione Robinson, a goldenâ€"haired Oregon painter of 19, went to Germany to observ~ Nazi culâ€" ture. For two days in Borlin last week she saw it. Returning on the Qiueen Mary, she is one of the first eyewitnesses of t‘hat carnival of organized loctingz, jurning, assault and murder to reach Jhis country. "The prace of it!" he exclaimed "Does anything ever happeon here?" Corncille laughed. "Yes, lots. Locusts and hail, for ane thinzâ€"and drought; you should have seon it after the big one; thrm:» years ago. Come along in to suppor." (To be continued) Horrified at Nazi Brutality to Jews United States Young Lady Tells of Things She Saw. counding like the beating of innumerâ€" able elfin anvils, and in the orchard a pair of bskamkeeries, che rain birds. troke suddsnly into their Gual rapture of song. Across the broken line that Corngilis had pointed out as the unâ€" sesn Caledon River, the boundary beâ€" ween the PFre> Stats and a here of native cc<tle that had driv‘n to tho river to drink, was movâ€" ing slowly up the steep sandy tink, zgoing home to the kraal under a cloud of dus‘* that the last rays of the sun transformed to a halo of moven gold. Mailcolm turned as Cornsille cam> up the veranda steps. peciple are forever casting about {for new thrills, so it huas transpired that a ccnsiderab)le amount of hokum has appeared in papers about hunting big game with bow and arrow. â€" Parties have gone irco the Caradian bush equiprze>d with bows and arrows in place Cf firearms, and pictures have bzen printed showing animals escaping with arrows stuck in them, to certainly die lingering deaths and thus unwarrantedâ€" ly deplete our diminishing game. There has been a popular revulsion against this barbaric practice, and properly so. Hardly any big game ‘s these cays in Canada because it is urgently "Archery as a pastime has had a nctable revival. IG takes people out into the glorious open, it develops strong muscles and steady nerves and betver posture. It is said to endow young women with added grace. It promotes skill, and in bringing people toze‘her in competitive contests it sets high standards of true sportsmanship. All this, and mors, can be said in favour of target archery. "Archery, too, has played its greas part in the upâ€"suilding cof the present British empire. We are not going to delve irco reference works deeply enough to establish just how important a part the noole bowmen of England, immortalized in song and story, played in the successive defeats of England‘s medieval ‘foes; but historians agree that 4; was a not inconsiderable part. "Adam may not have been the oriâ€" ginator of the bow and arrow, bw; it is a safe speculation that not many genâ€" 2rations followed him before the idea of tensing dried animal tendons on arched bows of wood, and propelling sharp missiles from such contrapations to fell game for the larder, was hit upon. These useful devices enabled ‘he descendants of Adam, for long cenâ€" turies afterward, to "bring home the Bacon" as the modern phrase goes. Commenting on the inane proposal ‘o revive bew and arrow hunting in this North Land, The Northern Tribune, of Kapuskasing, says:â€" Miss Robinson, tall and slim, with sapphireâ€"blue eyes and a shock of golden hair, is the youngest person ever to win a Guggenheim fellowship. She used to work with Diego Rivera on his murals in Mexico City. She went to Germany, she said, to see Nazi culâ€" ture, "because I‘m interested in seeâ€" ing a ministry of fne arts established in America. The Nazis have done more to support art and the thea‘re than any. other government, but in such a way as ©o bring about complete sterility." Suggests Banning Bow and Arrow Stuff Should be Ruled Out by Ontario Legislature. ‘ On another occasion she was sitting in the home of her friends when they heard another shop window being smashed. Somebody shouted, "He‘s dead! He‘s dgad!" They rushed out and asked "Who? Who?" But noâ€" body, in the hundreds of people gathâ€" ered there, would say a word. Chased by 15 People In one street she saw a man being chased by 15 people. Thsy caugk him, knocked him down, iumped on him, and left, him there writhing in agony. ‘‘People just passed him by and said nothing," she added. Horrified and disgusted, Miss Robâ€" inson left Germany the next day. At oréakfast, just before departing, the s>rvant said to her, "This is not Gerâ€" many. I am frightened < what is happening. I cannot bear to think of what is going on. It is terrible." The servant ran cryiny into the kitchen. "Her soks," Miss Rcebinson said. "were the worst sounds I heard in Germany." Like Pack of Wolves Miss Robinson saw the crowd throw the Jewish proprietor of a store out on the sidewalk. He picked himself up and ran off with the crowd at his heels like a pack of wolves. "But he wasn‘t a fas, runror and tey closed in on him like a rakbit. They pounded his hnead again:‘t the sidewalk until 1 thought his skull would break. They beat him with their fists and when they were finished each gave him a vicisus kick as lay helpless on the ground. I was struck," Miss Robinson repeated, "by the sadism of che young J. J. McKAY REAL ESTATE INSURANCE STEAMSHIP OFFICE 20 Pine North beating people and no one interferâ€" ing, police looking on shsepishly, the large crowds bearing witn>ss, silent mostly, although the wreck>rs had some rooters who cheered when chey smashed something particularly large or valuable." on First Mortgages Available in "All that day I toured che sity with my friends and everywh>re it was the sameâ€"ycung men smashing things and of the man in the camera shop. 1 am convinced that the majority of Gerâ€" mans detested what went on in Gerâ€" many that day. TIMMINS SCHUMACHER SOUTH PORCUPINE Paid Back Monthly over 3 to 5 Years. APPLY. TO tds s o 14 as food; and when it is shot (Guelph Mrcury) Those who advocate low salariscs for school teachers nasglect to consider two ‘important facts. One is that the proâ€" fession must be made attractive to <he : best of our young men and wom>n, and one of the most effective ways of makâ€" ing it attractive is to pay higher salarâ€" ‘ies. The second is that unduly low pay for ceachers will mean tha‘t fewe: ‘and fewr will enter the t2saching proâ€" fession, with an eventual sgrious shortâ€" age of school instructors. â€"When we are dealing with the futurs of our country, we cannot afford to be pennyâ€"pinching. The very higheost typ> "These facts will be so generally adâ€" mitted, even by those not versed in the lore of hunting, that there is no 'room for avgumeng. This bow and arrow huntingâ€"kehind which li>s an !element of showâ€"off strutting, and a spot of commercialism too on part of those who sell the equipment at fancy pricesâ€"should be abruptly ruled ouwt as unlawful at the sesâ€" sion of the Ortario lrgislaturs. That, we feel sure, is the of the great majority of genuinse hunters in this provincs, and prcbhably an even greater majority of sentimeontal citiâ€" zers who fsel stron: that agony is imposed upon our noBle deniâ€" zens of the forest by nceedless and «houghtless reversion to barbarism." Poor Business to Pay Poor Salaries to Teachers under such cireumstances, relianc» is naturally placed upon the far more dependable typses of firearms found everywhere. Poor marksmanship will of course wound a porceniage of animals shot at, and some of them may escape to die from their wounds; bw; there is no room for argument that ti..s percentage will be less from the use of firearms than with ie bow and Arrow. Order Your Coal NOW From Fogg‘s John W. Fogg Limited Lumber, Cement, Building Materials, Coal and Coke, Mine and Mill Supplies. 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