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Try the Advance Want Advertisements Six Months for Beating and Choking Sixâ€"yearâ€"old admitted k choking ht a longer s that the la Attorney had been : easion to offence. Eugene Beaudoin, Kirkland â€" Lake, was sentenced to six months with hara labour at Kirkland Lake courgwhen found guilty of beating and choking his liittle sixâ€"yearâ€"old daughter.. The Itâ€" tle girl had been sent out to pick some onions for the family supper,. . She pulled too many and the mother put the surplus. back in the . ground. Peaudoin noticed what had happened and attacked the child in her bed, beating and choking her until the moâ€" ther mansged to pull him away, The wife, who pressed the charge against him, and a thirteenâ€"yearâ€"old daughter, gave evidence in the case. The man admitted beating the child, but denied choking her. The mother pleaded for a longer sentence, but the court said that the law governed this. The Crown Attorney pointed out that Beaudoin had been sentenced on a previous ocâ€" easion to three months for a similar ECaAUsE it cuts right through B clogging dirt, Cillett‘s Lye is a boon to the housewife! Keep it handy alwaysâ€"for clearing out drains . . . for scouring pots and pans . . . for many other everyâ€" day household tasks! | *Nevet dissolve lye in hot water. The action oJ the lye itieif MV _ â€"â€" heats the wG@Gtet. Clears CLOGGED DRAINS Booklet tells how this powerful cleanser clears clogged drains . . . keeps outâ€" houses clean and odorless by deatroymg the contents of the closet . . . how it performs dozens of tasks. Send for a free copy to Standard Brands Ltd., Fraser Ave. and Liberty â€" Street, Toronto, Ont. * FREE BOOKLET The Gillett‘s Lye AUTUMN TERM OPENS SEPTEMBER 10th, 1941 A COLLEGE Preparatory School: 8 to 14; Upper School: 13 to 18 Situated in a residential suburb of Toronto, Upper Canada College prepares boys for University and for Business Life. It is inspected and granted standing in Matriculation grades by the Ontario Department of Education and administered in trust by a Board. of Governors. Close connection with scientific, artistic, industrial and commercial centres makes possible full use of the educational advantages of the city. Twentyâ€" five acres of playing fields. In addition a five hundred acre estate and camp a short distance from the city give younger boys opportunities for weekâ€"end nature study, skiing and camping. 1829 Forprospectus and information about fees, curriculum, entrance requireâ€" ments, scholarships and bursaries, apply to the Secretary. LCC( 10 o pressed a thirteer lence in 1 beating t her. The sentence, law govert pointed sentencsei + three m T. W,. L. MACDERMOT,, M .A., (Oxon.), Principal TORONTO Twenty years ago The Advance had a story of the amusing way the police picked up a disturber of the peaceâ€" picked him up "on ‘the run," as it were. . This man was in fighting mood and threatening to beat up any half of the town and that, he said, inâ€" cluded all the police force. He said it would take all the town police and the provincial as well to pick him up, and there would be a joyous fight first. There had been a big crowd gathéer at a wespectful distance, and someone sent in a call and Constable Roy who was driving the car slowed up as it came near the disturber who was standing up by the side of the road. The crowd waited for the car to stop and the fun to begin. So did the disturber. But the car did not stop. It hesitated, as it were, just in passing the troubleâ€" maker. Constable Grenier and Macâ€" auley leaned out of the car and, to use their own words, they just "gaffled the guy" and swung him bodily into the car, despite the fact that he was a big fellow. And as they performed this feat of strength, Constable Roy stepped on the gas and the car was away again. Nobody had the fun they expected. "We pick them up on the run" was Constable Roy‘s comment. He was one that did have a lot of fun out of the incident. The arrested man was so "upset" at the method of treatment that he was all under control before he realized what had happened. The Advance noted that building permits for May, 1921, totalled an estiâ€" mated value of $3,000. The majority of the permits were for. residences. Among those taking out permits to build residences were:â€"Ed Richards, Geo. Laporte, Chas. E. Holland, A. Charbonneau, E. Roos, . E. Salo, H. Charlebois, J. Salbusky, A. R. Harkâ€" ness, S. Olinsky, J. Hargos, Nick Dack, C. Houle, E. Jolicouer,, F. Runsunen, A. E. Fox. Real estate dealers reported a noteworthy activity in town properâ€" ties, every day seeing. important deals made, many of â€"them at prices showing great faith in the progress and future of Timmins. The Advance twenty years ago said:â€"*‘"Last week Gordon H. Gauthier opened a law office in Timmins, the office being in the Reed block. Mr. Gauthier, who for a number of years has conducted a law office in South Porcupine, is opening permanently at Timmins and will be here daily perâ€" sonally for business." Twenty ~vyears ago, in the leafy month of June, the Porcupine Hockey Club organized for the next season at an enthusiastic meeting held in Timâ€" mins. The following â€" officers were elected for the ensuing year:â€"Honorâ€" ary presidents, A. FP. Brigham, R. J. Ennis:; president, Dr. R. H. Brown; viceâ€"president, James Shewan; secreâ€" taryâ€"treasurer, S. R. McCoy; execuâ€" tive committee, the above officers and Messrs. Alex Gillies, Joseph Everard and E. J. Meyers. The meeting was of the opinion that . too late a start was made each year in organizing for hockey, and that with anâ€"early start in ooooooooooooooooooooooo gTwenty Years A go From the Poreupine Advance Fyles P tR BPA A A A A DLL A LAAA AAâ€"AA LA LA A LA C What Can Hitler Do? With: Sense of Humour Like This At Cochrane twenty years ago, the Tim:mins Football Club had an easy victory from the Cochrane team in a match for the King Cup. The score was 4 to 1 in favour of Timmins though the latter team was shy more than one of its regular team players. The lineâ€"up for Timmins included:â€" Blow, goal;: Cadman and Roberts, backs: Robertson, Hawkey and Crome, halves:; Armstrong, Field, P. Cadman, McCurry and Gerow, forwards. The first match in the golf schedule for 1921 was played between teams reâ€" presenting the prosident and the viceâ€" president, the latter winning. The Adâ€" vance in its issue of twenty years ago published the full golf schedule for 1921. Many instances have been sent Over to this side about the humour and deâ€" termination of the (British people as it appears on the signs put out by their shopkeepers.. Here‘s one sent back by Lieut. Gorâ€" don Graham, taken from London butcher shop: Toronto Telegram: It is just the way you look at a thing. The man who stays mad all the time has an even tempe I 1921 the} season‘s sport would be spe clally good. "We regret we are sold out of meat, but we are pleased to announce all customers were supplied with the full ration as allowed by the Ministry of Food for the week ending 22â€"2â€"41. want meat. "WE want meat. "But thank God we are still alive to want it." WYéu can‘t beat a people like that. Not, anyiway, if they get the help from this side of the water they deserve. Ir| THIT ADVANCE, TTMMINS, ONTARITO SYNOPSIS OFP EARLIER CHAPTERS EDGAR TRELAWNEY, after a gamâ€" bling session with his friend PHILIP CHESHAM, is faced by Chesham‘s deâ€" mand for £817 to settle card debts, and a threat to send the I O U‘s to Trelawâ€" ney‘s mother. Finally, he forces the weakâ€"willed Edgar to approach his mother, and insists upon accompanyâ€" ing him to Coombe Royal, the Devonâ€" shire home of Mrs. Trelawney. (Now Read On) CHAPTER III A RAKE COMES HOME Edagar Trelawney . shepherded his friend into the hall, where Peggy waitâ€" ed. he said EDGAR â€"TRELAWNEY â€"â€" Weakâ€"willed son of the widow, who dissipates his mother‘s money in London and only comes home for more. PHILIP â€" CHESHAM â€" Edgar‘s unâ€" scrupulous gambling partner. DR. JOHN ARKWRIGHTâ€"Recently settled in a practice which gives him Mrs. Trelawney as a patient. His bachelor prejudices include a disâ€" like of professional companions. MRS. JARDINEâ€"A new neighbour of Mrs. Trelawney. PEOPLE IN THE STORY: PEGGY GARLAND â€" Capable good â€" looking companion to MRS. TRELAWNEY â€"Rich, elderly widow with a country house in Devâ€" onshire; which Peggy runs very effiâ€" ciently. Chesham offered his hand, and Peggy had to take it, though the touch of it made her skin crawl. "It is very good of you to receive me at such short notice," Chesham said politely, but Peggy could not force a courteous reply. "We have plenty of room," she anâ€" swered coldly. "There are cocktails on the side table and dinner will be at half past seven." "How is my mother?" Edgar asked. "Not well," Peggy told him. . "Tne doctor has given her an opiate, and she is, I hope, asleep. Will you excuse me, I have to dress for dinner." "Bossy young woman, Edgar?‘ Chesâ€" ham remarked, when she had gone. "She‘s worse," said Edgar angrily. "I‘ll lay she put that long fool, Arkâ€" wright, up to giving my mother a sleepâ€" ing draught. I‘ve tried to get rid. Of her but my mother won‘t hear Of it." Chesham helped himself to a cocktail, and laughed. "The girl doesn‘t like you either," he said and raised his glass. "Here‘s to it," he added significantly. Edgar looked miserably uncomfortable. "We shall have to be careful," he said, and Chesham winked. Dinner was excellent so far as food and drink went. From any other point of view it was a flat failure. Of the three, Chesham was the only one who seemed at ease. When Martin put the port on the table Peggy excused herâ€" se and went upstairs. Mrs. Trelawney was asleep, and there was nothing special to do. The night was lovely, soft and warm, with: a moon, three days from the full, already high in the sky, so Peggy took a light wrap, went down the back stairs and through the French window of the gun room into the garden. A thicket of huge, old rhododendrons flanked ie flower garden on this side, and through this thicket a_ narrow, mossâ€"grown path led to a patch of sloping lawn overhung by an immense old cedar of Lebanon, with lowâ€"sweeping, fragrant branches. A broad wooden seat had been bwilt around the trunk of the big tree, and here Peggy settled,. Opening her bag she took out her cigarette case and was on the point of lighting a cigarette when she heard steps on the gravel wilk below. "Where does her maid sleep?" was his peculiar question. Peggy dropped her cigarette, unlighted. Edgar and Chesham were pacing slowly, not more than twenty yards away, and presently she heard Chesâ€" ham‘s voice. "Right at the end of the passage," Edagar answered. "There‘s no need to worry about her. It‘s Peggy Garland we have to think about. Her roor® is opposite to my mother‘s and, if I don‘t like her, I have to admit she has her wits about her." "Does she take anything before she goes to bed,. Milk or tea?" Chesham asked. The two had turned and their voices were dying away. Peggy was just able to hear Edgar‘s reply. "Yes, she has a glass of milk." Peggy leaned forward, straining her ears. Chesham was talking but Peggy could not hear a word of what he said. She got up, with the idea of following the two men, but realized they were bound to see her, She dropâ€" ped back on the seat and sat still, tryâ€" ing to think. She heard the steps die away down the path, then presently the clang of the front door as it closed behind them. And still she did not move. Her head was clearing now and she began to realize the full significance of what she had overheard. These men were planning robbery. Yet what was there to steal? So far as she kntw, Miss Garland, this is Mr. Chesham # f "W. ts **"% t"\:t\ur “.“‘Q.Lt/ PUBLISHMHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT T HAPPENED nc . If 9 C 8 What did it mean? What were they going to do? What was she to do? She got up quickly, then once more sank back. Now she was shaking with sheer horror at the thought which had flashed through her mind. ' CHAPTER IV FORESTALLING A CRIME Peggy Garland was an extremely levelâ€"headed and competent young woman who had run a big establishâ€" ment practically singleâ€"handed for three years. Not the sort to let the unexpected disturb her. In a couple of minutes she was carefully considerâ€" ing how to deal with the situation. Her first impulse was to ring up Nethercombe Police Station and ask Sergeant Caunter to come out. _ But that would mean a horrid scandal which must at all costs be avoided. She dismissed it. Mrs, Trelawney had no large amount of money in the house. Peggy herself handled all the household accounts There was rarely more than twenty pounds in cash in the whole place. There was jewellery in the little safe in Mrs. Trelawney‘s roomâ€"some rings, a sapphire necklace and other ornaâ€" ments, yet, so far as Peggy knew, these were not worth more than a few hunâ€" dred pounds. â€" "Chickenâ€"feed," Chesâ€" ham would call them. t seemed imâ€" possible that he would take the risk of burglary for so small a reward, and even more impossible that Edgar would join in a plot for robbing his own mother. Was it murder they méant? If Mrs. Trelawney died, Edgar was her heir, Next came the idea of telling Marâ€" tin, the butler, what she had overâ€" heard, but that would be as bad. ‘The more Peggy thought the more certain she beceame that she would have to handle the business singleâ€"handed. The first thing was to find out, if possible, what villainy the two men were up to. She left the seat under the cedar tree and went quietly back to the house by the shrubbery path. At this hour the staff were in the servants‘ hall, finishing their supper. The house was quiet. Peggy went up the back stairs and, pausing at the door of Mrs. Treâ€" lawney‘s room, she could hear the heavy breathing of the sleeping woâ€" man. that she was safe for the time being, she crossed to her own room and sat down leaving the door just ajar. Ten minutes passed and at last Peggy heard steps in the hall below. It was the custom of the house for Martin to put on a table in the hall at ten o‘clock the glass of milk which she took at bedâ€"time. Toâ€"night he ~would also put out whisky and soda for the men. After that he would lock up and go to bed. Martin moved about, closing winâ€" dows and locking doors, and presently departed into the back regions, but Peggy waited patiently until the door of the smoking room opened and the steps of Edgar and Chesham sounded TCP h on the pollghed oak floor of the hall. The two men crossed the hall and went into the billiards room. "What‘s the matter with â€" you, Trelawney?" she heard Chesham say. "You‘re as jumpy as a cat on hot bricks." "I can‘t "My hand Chesham ? "Time! We‘ve got the wWhoif Nh before us. Anyhow, We must wait The moment she heard the billiards room door close Peggy got up and went down the front stairs,. Looking through the glass panel of the door, she saw the two men playing snooker. She noticed also that one of the two winâ€" dows was open! so ”i‘x_lt_o the ga‘rden. A minute 12 she was crouching under the gill the window. before us. Anyhow, we must wait till the girl‘s asleep." Peggy heard him go to the door and open it. "She hasn‘t even taken her milk yet. HMave anâ€" other spot, Trelawney, then we‘ll finish the game. The rubles won‘t run away." In a fash the whole plot came to Peggy‘s mind. The Sarapore rulfes which had come to Mrs. Trelawney from her husband‘s grandfather, an officer in the Indian Army. Mrs. Trelawney disliked the heavy stones and never wore them, and Peggy herâ€" seif had almost forgotten their existâ€" ence. Yet they were there, at the back of the safe in Mrs. ‘Trelawney‘s rooOm, in that oldâ€"fashioned brown leather case with the brass hasps, and they were worthâ€"Peggy didn‘t know how much, but certainly a very great deal of money. -“A At or;ée-'she turned, flitted softly down the passage to the gunroom and Wi 3 * Now the whole plot was clear, and Peggy knew why Edgar had brought this crook to Coombe Royal. The odds were that the rubies would not be missâ€" ed for monthsâ€"perhaps years. At once Peggy knew exactly what she must do. She went straight upâ€" stairs and stood outside Mrs. Trelaw â€" ney‘s room. She glanced up and down the corridor, and slipping into the room, she closed the door softly behind room h*r. _A shaded nightâ€"light burned on a bedside table, and helped Peggy to play," was Edgar‘s reply. shakes. Isn‘t it time yet, the whole night of Peggy soon had the brown leather case, She locked the safe, replaced the picture and the key. Then, opening the door very quietly, she glanced out. The was empty and silent. Three steps brought her to her own room, and, once inside, she relaxed. But not for long. What was she to do with the case? Chesham, failing to find it in the safe would, of course, tell Edgar, and the only person Edgar could possibly suspect of removing the case would be Peggy. She decided that the ease had to be hidden somewhere outside the houseâ€"and this must be done before Chesham started his buro gling. At once Peggy thought of the Druids‘ Den. It was less than half a mile away, She could get there and back in halfâ€"anâ€"hour. It was perfect for her purpose, and instantly she made up her mind that this was where she would hide the case. find the key in a small drawer in the upper part of the heavy Victorian dressingâ€"table. As for the safe, it was nothing but an iron box set in the wall close to the fireplace and hidden by a picture. "I am going up now, Mr. Trelawâ€" ney," she said. "Drinks are in the hall, If you go out again, will you see that the front is locked?" Once more she went down the front stairs and made straight for the bilâ€" liards room.â€" She waited for the stroke then opened the door and went in. "T‘ll see to it, Miss Garland," replied Edgar, civilly. "How is my mother?" "Asleep," Peggy told him, and turnâ€" ed to go. *"*Goodâ€"night!" said Edgar. "Goodâ€"night, Mr. Trelawney!" Peggy answered. She closed the door behind her, picked up her glass of milk, and walked slowly up the broad flight. Her first impulse was to pour away the milk, but on second thought she decided to keep it. Her little medicine cupboard would be the best place. Then she changed, putting on a dark coat and skirt and rubberâ€"soled shoes. The case with the rubies she packed inside a handbag, then switched off her light and went out into the corridor. She heard a clink of glasses below. Edgar and Chesham were having their nightâ€" cap. MOORLAND NOCTURNE As Peggy closed behind her the wicketâ€"gate leading to the wood, a thin scream brought her heart to her throat. She knew it for the death cry of a rabbit seized by a stoat, yet now she was shaking so that she could hardly stand. With a great effort she masterâ€" ed her terror and went ahead until she reached the upper edge of the wood. She came to the wicket gate at the bottom of the wood and stopped short. The gate was partly open, yet she was certain that she had closed and latchâ€" ed it. Someone had passed this way within the last halfâ€"hour. The quesâ€" tion was who. In the Hollow all was silence. The great monoliths rose grey and ghostly in the moonlight, not a ripple disturbâ€" ed the silvered surface of the treacxâ€" erous pool. Once more Peggy looked back. The feeling that she was being followed was stronger than ever, yet her eyes asâ€" sured her that she was perfectly safe. She fixed her gaze on a small stone set in the opposite bank, which gave her the guiding marks of the hidden causeâ€" way, then, without waiting to take off her shoes, she waded across. She took the case from her bag, stuffed it into a little hollow under the great Altar Stone and returned across the pool as quickly as she had come. Then as she stood, wondering what best to do, out of the distance came a shrill and dreadful cryâ€""Help!â€"help!t" In a flash Peggy knew exactly whit had happened. Chesham had followâ€" ed her. Hidden in the beeches, he had watched her cross the moat. He had waited until she had hidden the rubies, then, chuckling, no doubt, at the sucâ€" cess of his shadowing, had hurried to the hidingâ€"place. And he had waked straight into the deathâ€"trap. The clouds had passed, the moon was shining in a clear sky as Peggy reachâ€" ed the beech trees ‘The Hollowy is quiet as when she had left it, less than fifteen minutes earlier. Peggy gazed at the pool. Not a ripple betrayed the tragedy. It was hard to believe that within the last few minutes a man had gone to his death in its treacherâ€" ous depths. Peggy turned and ran, but the disâ€" tance she had to cover was nearly ha:f a mile. Again came the shriek for help, echoing far through the quiet night; then a third time. After that silence. She went nearer and looked down into the pool. Then, to the right of the hidden causeway, she saw a small patch of discoloured waterâ€"but noâ€" thing else. She shuddered, yet did not move. There was nothing that she or anyone else could do to save him. Chesham was not only dead but buried. The shock, the violent exertion of running, had left her giddy and conâ€" fused. She could not even think. And while she stood, trying to get things in I was time to be away some sort of perspective, she heard a sound behind her, and turned to s*te Edgar plunging down the slope. The black tie of his dinnerâ€"dress was under one eatr, and one side of his collar had come away from its stud. His usually sleek hair was standing up in tufts, Great drops of sweat glistened on his forehead and streamed down his cheeks, and he was blowing like an everâ€"driven horse. "Chesham!" he gasped, and his voice was a harsh croak. "‘That scream! Where is he?" Peggy pointed to the to speak. ; "D>â€"drowned!" stammered â€" Edgar,. Peggy found her volice. "Buried in that quicksand!" she told him. Edgar started forward. "It‘s too late," Peggy said. "You can‘t do anythingâ€"no one can." Edgar shivered. "They could by draining the pool. He is ‘bound to be missed. How are you going to account for his disapâ€" pearance?" "The police!" he repeated. ‘"Thatâ€" that‘s the last thing to do." Peggy was as little anxious to call in taÂ¥e police as Edgar himself, but the man‘s object selfishness angered her. Atter all, it was EFEdgar, more than anyone else, who was responsible for Chesâ€" ham‘s end. *"*But we must do something!" urged. Peggy‘s head was clearing. was getting a hold on herself and the situation. "You could ring up the police suggested. Edgar recoliled, An pression of absolute horror came his face. "How can you help it?" she asked, coldly. Ne "But he‘s gone â€" vanished. _ They can‘t eventrecover his body," he proâ€" tested. "Why should he â€"be missed?" Edgar said quickly. He, too, was getting a grip on himself. "He has no near reâ€" lations. He‘s just a rolling stone. If we don‘t say anything no one else is likely to." He piused a moment, then went on. "Think of the questions they‘d ask. How could we explain his coming up here at this time of night?" "You fnight have thought of that before," Peggy sugested. "What‘s the use of talking like that?" cried Edgar,. "It‘s done and can‘t be helped." He calmed down and spoke in quieter voice. "You‘d be in trouble, too, Miss Garland. They‘d want to know what you were doing with the rubies." "And I should tell themâ€"exactly," peggy answered. "I was uander the cedar when you and your friend were cooking up your pot for stealing the rubies. â€" I heard every word." "I knew you must have heard," Edgar said sullenly. _ "Chesham said so the moment we missed you." "How did you come to miss me?" Peggy demanded. "Youâ€"switched the light out in your bedroom. When we saw that there was no light coming from your window I went up and knocked at your door. There was no answer, so I went in and found you gone. Then Chesham knew what had happened, and you hadn‘t reached the wicket gate before he was after you." "Yes,"â€"she agreed calmly. "it was a mistake. _ But it makes no difference now. Chesham is dead.. What are you going to do about it?" "Keep it quiet," Edgar said quickly. "I don‘t see how you can. The whole household will know in the morning that your friend has disappeared. Then the police are bound to be called in." Edgar raised a hand. - "We can tell them he had a teleâ€" phone call. A relative ill or something like that. He had to go off at once, so I drove him to the station. There‘s a train from Taverton just before midnight." Peggy listened, but was not impressâ€" ed. Yet while he was speaking she had made up her mind. "I‘m going to help you," she said. "Not for your own sake," as he began to thank her, "but for your mothe®‘s Go back to the house and get out the small car. I will pack Mr, Chesham‘s suit case, but first I must get the rubles, Be as quick as you can. We shan‘t have more than time to catch the London train. It leaves at twentyâ€" past seven." Edgar looked blank. "But whoâ€"" he began. him short. "Please do as 1 (To be Continued #© Come to Jasper, biggest ~ National Park on the Conâ€" i tinenat! See ail the Rockies â€"with Jasper Park Lodge as your bheadquarter®s ‘There‘s plenty to do. Come via the smart, airâ€"conditioned Conâ€" tinental Limited.: 1 Low Summer Rail Fares; Your local Agent will gladly furnish you with descriptive booklets and tuli information as to fares, limits, etc. For the moment she felt unable ‘ she exâ€"~ upon On he he