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"IF YOU LOVE MEâ€"â€"*‘ t She paused, shocked by his face that. was turned aside from her. She had believed â€" from his looks and glancea,! from his press of her hand, that he lovâ€" ed her, and did not dare to say so beâ€" cause of the distance between themâ€"â€" Why was he so tongue tied? She forâ€" ced her courage and added: h oh .« MA â€"Avatiioel nA e e El D c ie se 3 7 "t came to you, Harryâ€"I believe I may call you thatâ€"to say that I care for you enough to offer you a post as my husband and my steward." "Indeed," he cried, hastily, "forgive me, madam, I do not know what you are trying to say. Everything seems "Why should it be wrong " she asked, clearâ€"eyed. "Indeed, if we love one anotherâ€"â€"*" "If we love one another! Madam, I think there is some mistake!" "Mistake!" she criecd, forcing herseclf on. "What mistake can there be? I have seen your looks, your glances, what has held you back from me save that I am a Petigrew and you are a Medway? If you love meâ€"â€"" ‘Not true!" she cried, drawing back from him in anger as much as in pain. "No, it is not true. If there is any whom I love it isâ€"â€"â€"*" ‘"Give me her name!" cried Mary Petigrew, turning a pace away from him. "It seems to be that our families are fated always to make these misâ€" takes. My father, your mother, indeed, T do not know what I am sayingâ€"â€"â€"" I love you! Oh, Mary, a pity,i it is not true!‘* a | more', and the heavy man strode up and down debating with himself. At last he came out with the cruel truth. She leaned agairst the trunk of a newlyâ€"budding tree and would speak no "It‘s Martha Boult, Miss Pettigrew, Pennsylvania Anthracite â€" Purity Egg Steam Coal by MARJORIE BOWEN PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT Pocohantas, Marne and Hempkilh Stoker By Product Coke . Ath Generation: BASIL and SARAH PETTIGREW: Children of Simon and Hilda,. .They live in the present time, and in their veins flows the blood of the Pettigrews, the Boults, the Bartletts, and the Medways. Coal and Coke, Mine and Mill Supplies wars with Napoleon. ROSE BARTLETT: Beautifu) daughter of a retired sailor who fought with Nelson at Trafalgar. t EMILY BOULT: Vain and scheming daughter of an industrious yeoman farmer. PAUL MEDWAY: Young clerk of doubtful character from the pirates nest of Jamaica. 2nd Generation: MARY PETTIGREW: Only daughter of Miles, an ardent young woman who seeks to rebel against the Victorian conventions of her time. HARRY MEDWAY: Quiet middleâ€"aged man of the Victorian type, son of Paul. MARTHA BOULT: Ungifted but attractive daughter of Emily and her cousin. 3rd Generation: SIMON PETTIGREW: Impracticable and lazy son of Mary, a young man disappointed PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS Ist Generation: MILES PETTIGREW : the headstrong young son of a typical English squire of the Alexo, Canmore Briquettes, Glocoal Michel, Western Canada and Glocoal Stoker Coals thought at once of the handsome womâ€" mvhomabeha@aeenhnalewhours before standing by the pretty, unlettered, stupid in â€"a way, with her nm om . !m mm oma ;tm’ a£ Cuvig tCV 144b Li id i4A MJ1 . No I l c en ic s n aet td hy in love who seeks an easy wayâ€"out in ~ the Great War of 1914â€"1918. HILDA BOULTâ€"MEDWAY: Very "modern" young daughter of Harry Medway Martha Boult. WESTERN CANADA C A TALE OF THE END OF AN EPOCH ‘I‘ve loved her. I suppose she‘s silly, ‘and a fool in her way, not so young. [I believe I love her. And, Miss Pettiâ€" pray tell me what you would say 'to me before I make any decisions." Now she had her chance for making an escape, for evading all that she had through many nights of cold vigils, made up her mind to do, but because of the blood in her, of the race to which she owned loyalty, she would not accept this but said coldly :â€" ‘"‘Miss Pettigrew," said he, "Mary Pettigrew," and he spoke in some conâ€" fusion, ‘"well, I don‘t know what you "And what am I to understand, Miss Pettigrew?" ~said he, and they paced together up and down. ‘"What I had to sayv, Harry Medway, was thisâ€"that I, as I know the meanâ€" ing of the word, loved you, and would take you for my master." She saw admiration and a gratified vanity in his fine features, and encourâ€" aged by this she spoke impulsively: |! "Oh, Harry, I know that all the past separates us, but all the future might ‘"Don‘t you?" asked Mary, with a rising colour, but a rising courage, too. "I‘ve tried to speak to you plainly. I suppose what I do is in a way outâ€" rageous, but you‘ll understand me, I suppose, if none other does." She looked up at the house, so new, to her so vulgar, so different from the old Mansion House. What was she fotrfeit- ing? What giving up, in offering herâ€" self and all that her ancient name stood for for this man? "Harry, I believe that you might have cared for me but did not dare say so. No, stop, don‘t say a word. I think more of the new than of the old. You must believe me, seeing me here now." But she put back these feelings, thinkâ€" ing‘that they were but commonplace and ignoble, and with truth shining in her eyves turned to him and said: , She spoke in a tone that was exhalted, and the colour came and went in her noble face while the man looked at her astounded. "I‘ve something to offer, Harry. Here I use your name freely, I‘ve something to offerâ€"an ancient race Up to my father‘s time it meant someâ€" thing. I know my father‘s history, he had not the courage to be‘ a rebel." ‘"Don‘t speak to me so formally, Harry I‘ve come here to offer you myâ€" self, my estate, it‘s encumbered, I know, you‘ll find details of that from my lawâ€" "I don‘t know what you mean, Miss Pettigrew." he muttered, standing still and drawing with his stick a pattern on the gravel path. us!" yer and the mortgagees. But there is something, it‘s a name, I am Mary Petâ€" tigrew." “I cén't understand what you mean" he exclaimed. F "Only this, I‘m offering myself to you as your wife, because I don‘t think that you‘d care to do that yourself, I being what I am." "I‘m more than honoured, â€" I‘m astounded," he said, awkwardly. ‘"I think to volunteer in the war now going on in Africa. And there‘s Martha. I told you." "Ay, I thought of it. But what you said has confounded me, I dont know what to reply. Martha, you knowâ€"â€"" She drew herself up then in her maiden pride as Rose Bartlett had dgdrawn herself up a generation before beside St. Martin‘s Flow. "If you don‘t know," she replied, "there is no more to say. I have made a silly mistake and must pay for it, in a hurtâ€"well, vanity or pride, whichever you like to call it. I didn‘t think that Martha Boult could matter." ‘"Don‘t call it either vanity or pride, Miss Pettigrew," said he, looking at her with the flashing eyes that she so much admired. "I‘m going for a soldier. Inâ€" deed I must, I feel it‘s an idle life here, for I‘ve not got my roots in the land I like to travel to knock about. The house is new and my family‘s new. Inâ€" deed, Miss Pettigrewâ€"â€"" "You are going to voluntéer?" Terror and pride mingled in her voice "What is it you want to say to meâ€" some explanation, perhaps, of your reâ€" fusal?" é Hér breed enabled here to mock at him lightly. "Don‘t call it a refusal. I‘ve hardly understood what you‘ve said to me Indeed, I‘ve noticed you and your beauâ€" ty and your brightness and admired your rankâ€"â€"" "I did not know of Martha "You‘ll let it go at that, I suppose?" "Indeed I‘ll let it go at that," replied Mary Pettigrew, standing erect in the cold spring air. I have made mistake, as I suppose most women do when their sincerity outruns their pride. I thought, seeing that the races we came ofâ€"â€"â€"" "Stop‘"‘ he cried, holding up his hand with some dignity, "I know what my race is. We made our money in Jamaica when sugar sold well. And my father did a bit of smuggling, too, with brandy and lace. And my poor mother â€"well, as far as I‘ve heard the story, it was yvour father she was in love with and dreamed of. And we criss and cross." j "â€"And so," remarked Mary Pettigrew, turning aside wrapped again in her serene dignity, "I thought that we. two might have come together." "Ay, so we might," he agreed, "and though I have never thought of it, or looked so high, if there had been love and liking, and I had not seen Marthaâ€" and you not been too young to know what you do. . . ." He looked at her for a while, then he said slowly, choosing <his words with deliberation : ‘"‘There‘s a gulf set between you and me, my lady." And it did not jar on either of them that he used this oldâ€" fashioned term, as a yeoman or a peaâ€" sant speaking to the mistress of the manor. "I‘m of lower stock, and though I have the money, and your estates are slipping downhill, that don‘t make any difference now. And I‘m in a false position. I‘m neither a peasant nor a yeoman nor a gentleman, and so I am away to see if I can make my forâ€" tune in the African war." **You‘ll come back to the woman you love," said Mary Pettigrew, turning towards the gate. "I see the groom has my norse ready. I understand." _ _ "You‘re so young. You‘ll forget this â€"â€"it will soon beâ€"â€"" and gone, as I suppose, Mr. Medway." She was able, even now, to redeem the moments from degradation. *"I spoke to you but of a play, a fancy." "I ought to tell you thisâ€"if I come back and she‘ll have me, it will be ._"And if you come back?" cried she, suddenly, all the terrors of a woman in love colouring her voice and flushing her cheeks. ‘"‘Why shouldn‘t I come back? And if I do, wellâ€"â€"" Martha Boult who‘ll be my wife." _"YOU‘LL COME BACK!" She saw the hot colour mount in his ,." said hedgerow blossom, rather overblown for all the fat acres that went to her dowry. She glanced at him with a certain ;muammvmchnceatamn ho puts the best by and takes the sser. But she had no thought now but to gloss over the moment. "Why, I knew," cried she, lightly, "that it was you and Martha all the time, and we had a certain wager beâ€" tween us, as women will, for Martha is | a friend of mine." And so she went on talking lightly, and he was bewildered and in a sense disappointed for he would like to have thought that the heiress of the Petiâ€" Mary could visualize what her life would be with Timothy Thorpe, dull, staid, conventional. He was a plain featured man, who, though not repelâ€" lent to her was no means pleasing. She knew that he wished to marry her for no romantic motive, but merely that he might be able to consolidate his failing fortunes with hers. grews, impoverished as she was, might have been his for the taking. And so in confusion and duplicity they parted, he setting her in the her saddle, puting his hand for her foot, as she mounted on her roan mare, and she saying goodâ€" bye to him with a curling lip of scorn and riding slowly home. ‘"And what‘s there for me?" asked Mary of the cool evening air as she rode slowly. And as she came along the high road unattended and the setting sun was toâ€" wards her face, she thought of how her dreams went down and this was the end of much high romance. She thought of the staid, sober match that had ben proposed to her by her lawvyersâ€"a neighbour, a\ small squire, a staid, middleâ€"aged widower, Timothy Thorpe, who was willing to take the name of Pettigrew and so continue the old line. "And so," mused the girl, "I «shall set myself to a fraud and try to keep going that which is already decayed." The winding road came out on the upland past the church that she saw below, and beneath the graveyard was St. Martin‘s Flow, the dark river, with the budding alders either side, that swept swiftly past the mill. Mary took her destiny in her hands as Rose Bartlett had taken it ~a long generation before, and decided: "TI‘ll marry Timothy Thorpe, and he‘ll take the name of Pettigrew. And this romance can go its way. And I suppose if Harry Medway volunteers for the war, when he comes back he will marry Martha, as he said, and whether or no, I can never see him again." "And I must be married first,‘ thought Mary, "because of the sheer dignity of my race, the respect I owe to those who went before meâ€"knights, cavaliers and legislators." "And mine, thought she, looking toâ€" wards the alter that was dimly seen, "are failing too. With Harry Medway I might have raised them to some semâ€" blance of glory, but it seems that one is not allowed to step outside the accusâ€" tomed paths." She made silently, without drama, her renunciations. (She had been a fool to suppose that she could ever do anyâ€" thing splendid and out of the way. Times were changing, but not se much as she had hoped. ,No, she would marry Timothy Thorpe, who was a good, kind man. To him she would be a sensible wife, and perhavs in time she might bear a child who would be ableâ€""to do" said Mary Pettigrew aloud, "what I could not doâ€"get out of the rut to which the centuries have condemned me. He can‘t understand what a woman like me is worth, and ncither can Timothy Thorpe, either, or anybody who knows me. ‘And Isuppose I shall have to be quiet and surroressed all my life, and just do what I can to keep the old esâ€" tates together." As she rode quietly home, in her deep mortification and her sense of love stifled and lost, she got soeme consolaâ€" tion from the crescent moon that rose pale as a chin of ice above the distant woods, and was reflected like a sparkle of silver in the dark waters of St. Marâ€" tin‘s Flow. So Mary came back to the old Manâ€" sion House, denuded of so many of its splendours and the old maidservant who stayed more for love of the Petigrews than from any hope of gain, saw her to her bedrcom. Mary, sending the old woman away, drew the curtains across the moonlight and sat down at her little bureau and wrote to her lawyers, and said that she would arccept through them the offer of Mr. Timothey Thorps to be her husband and the master of the decayving fortunes of the Pettigrews and the old Mansion House. thing like the passion and go that he put into Thursday‘s speech in the Comâ€" ‘"‘This dry weather‘s slowing up the vegetables." "It certainly is; my scarlet runners are barely creeping.â€"Sudbury Star. Brownâ€"It must have been a night mareâ€"Exchange., Jonesâ€"I dreamed last night that I was being kicked by a horse. mons, If he would only shake his fist at Hitler and Mussolini, across the ocean, as he shook it at poor Mr. Hanâ€" son across the Commons aisle, the other day, he would not need to worry about problems of unity. He would have the Canadian people all behind him.â€"Vanâ€" Mr. Mackenzie King has never made MISDIRECTED FISTâ€"SHAKING SLOWED To A CRAWL (To be Continued) PROBABLY "A longâ€"{felt want has been supplied by Leo Mascioli with his usual enterprise in the erection at the Mattagami river, He expects to be away for a week or ‘two." "R. M. Grey, of Englichart, moâ€" tored here with Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Parâ€" just across the bridge, of large and ; sons and spbent a few days at their modern swimming tank that daily is atâ€" |home. He left here Wednesday to visit tracting literally hundreds of youngsters and many grownâ€"ups," said The Adâ€" vance ten vears ago. "The use of the tank or pool is given free at present, to all, and Mr. Mascioli intends that it will remain free to the youngsters, thcugh a small charge may be necessary for adults, more for control of the pool i than for revenue. In the meantime the youngsters are having a glorious time in water that is always fresh, renewing itself constantly from the river, and the depth of the tank being graduated there is also perfect safety for the youngsters and others. Mr. Masciolt‘s plans for the friends at Toronto." "J. E. Grasset, formerly manager of the Timmins branch of the Bank of Commerce, but now conducting a stock brokerage busâ€" iness at Toronto, was a visitor to town this week and was warmly welcomed here by hosts of old friends." "Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Haggerty of Montreal, were visitors to the camo last week." "Mr. Geo. Vary left last week for Morrisburg to take treatment for his feet at this famous place." ‘"Mr. and Mrs. Thos. Blackman arrived home this week after spending their summer vacation at Sand Banks, near Picton, Ont." and many grownâ€"ups," said The Adâ€" vance ten vears ago. "The use of the tank or pool is given free at present, to all, and Mr. Mascioli intends that it will remain free to the youngsters, thcough a small charge may be necessary for adulits, more for control of the pool than for revenue. In the meantime the youngsters are having a glorious time in water that is always fresh, renewing itself constantly from the river, and the depth of the tank being graduated there is also perfect safety for the youngsters and others. Mr. Mascioli‘s plans for the immediate present are not definitely decided upon, but it is certain at least that the public has a new and valuable asset in the swimming pool erected at the river. Something along this line has been proposed time and again for many years, but it remained for Mr. Mascioli to out the matter into actual existence." In The Advance ten years ago:â€" "Some months ago The Advance referâ€" red to the special activities in the way of prospecting and exploration in the area of Night Hawk Lake including Macklem, German, Stock and Bond townships. As pointed out by The Adâ€" vance there were over four hundred claims staked this yvear in the area and the results from the large amount of work carried on in the area justified the opinion that there was every possibility for the opening up of a new gold camp that had an unusual amount of promise. Among the prosâ€" pectors and mining men interested there were many whose names and reâ€" puta\;ion argued against much chance of the field being anything but good as it attracted and held the attention of men who were not the kind to be easily deâ€" ceived. Although practically no news has been coming from the area this has been because those concerned are more taken up with actual work than announâ€" cements. This week, however, there is important news, in the fact that elecâ€" trical surveys are being followed up with diamond drill work Dr. Sunberg has spent months in electrical survey work for the Swedishâ€"American Prosâ€" pecting Co. of New York, and he now has a diamond drill in operation on the company‘s property. The diamond drill is expected to support the indications of the electrical survey and, if it does then a new camp of importance will be added to the gold areas of this north." The Rev. W. Leeman, formerly of Toronto, took over his duties as the new pastor of the Finnish United Church at Timmins ten years ago, succeeding the Rev. Mr. who left here to take the pastorate of a large Finnish church of the United Church in Torâ€" onto. . The Rev. Mr. Leeman and famâ€" ily moved to town at the time, and took up residence at 16 Elm street. The league ball game ten years ago at Kirkland Lake resulted in a tie, 10 all, in the eighth innings when the match had to be called on account of the darkness. In the seventh and eighth innings Timmins came from beâ€" hind after the Kirkland Lake team had secured seven runs all in the sixth inâ€" nings and taken the lead. Timmins got one in the seventh and three in the eighth, shutting out the Lake Shore lads in these innings. The Fresh Air Camp opened ten years ago at Golden City by the Salvation Army with a view to giving a two weeks‘ outing to bovys who were not able to take in such camps as the Boy Scouts, Trail Rangers, etc., and whose parents could not afford outings for the lads, was well under way about August 18th, ‘932, an about forty boys were having the time of their young lives. The toâ€" tal number of boys was expected to reach fifty for each of the two weeks. Local items in The Advance ten years ago included: "Mrs. R.: A. Stevens, Hemlock street, returned on Wednesday of last week after a visit to England, Mr. Stevens going down to Montreal to meet her on her return from the Old Country." ‘"Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Jenkin returned recently from a very pleasant motor trin to Toronto and other points south." ‘Born â€" to Mr. and Mrs. Alex Feldman, 13 Maple street, Timmins, on Saturday, August 13th â€" a son." ‘"Mrs. H. G. Bottom, of London, Ontario, is visiting. her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Anâ€" gus Campbell, Fifth avenue." "Mr. and iMrs. Cecil Graham, of Torontd, were {visitors to the camp last wek." "Art Jackson accompanied ‘by Mr. and Mrs. Jos. Ormston left on Monday for a moâ€" tor trinp to Foss Mills and Toronto." "Bill Alton returned Sunday afternoon after spending a two weeks motor trip to Picton and other points south." ‘"Misses Saye and Anne Gurevitch left for Toronto and other points south for a twoâ€"week vacation." "Mr. F. W. Schumacher is in town from Columbus, Ohio, looking over his many interests iq camp." ‘"Miss Edna May Arnold reâ€" turned on Sunday evening from a pleaâ€" sant holiday visit to Arnprior, Ottawa, Montreal, and other points east." "Mr, and Mrs. E. W. Trafford left Tuesday for Toronto by motor to attend the funâ€" eral of Mr. Trafford‘s brother, William." ‘"Mrs. E. T. Hornby returned to Haileyâ€" bury after spending two weeks‘ vacation with Mr. and Mrs, F. J. Hornby, Timâ€" mins." "Mrs. J. Wilson and daughter Shirley, also Wallace Hobbs, of London, Ont. are visiting Mr. and Mrs. A. Campâ€" bell, Fifth avenue." "A. F. Kenning, M. P. P., left on Friday last on a motor trip to Toronto and other points south,. Funeral at Liskeard of Former Resident Here The funeral was held at New Liskeard on Monday of last week of the late Jerome St. Louis, who died suddenly at his home in Dymond township on the previous Friday night. Requiem Mass was celebrated by the parish priest, Rev. Father Poaquin, and burial was made in the Roman Catholic cemetery. ‘The late Mr. St. Louis was born in Renfrew County some fortyâ€"four years ago, a son of Mrs. St. Louis and the late Charles St. Louis. ‘The family moved from Renfrew County to Parry Sound and then to Timmins, the earlier years of the late Jerome St. Louis being spent in these two towns. In 1919 Jerome St. Louis and his brother, Josevh, took up a farm in Dymond township and the late Mr. St. Louis resided in that district until the time of his death. The late Mr. St. Louis is survived by his widow, the former Bernadette Lanâ€" driault, and two young daughters, Jeanâ€" ne and Irene. There are left also his mother, for many years also a resident of Dymond townshiv but for some monâ€" ths past living in Timmins, a brother, Joseph, on the farm in Dymond, and five sisters, Mrs. Osias Villeneuve, Mrs. M. Morgan and Miss Elizabeth, all in Timmins, Mrs. Thomas Lahey of Peneâ€" tanguishene, and Mrs. McEnemy of Mactier. , V A. J. Kennedy Giving Up His Farm Near Liskeard A. J. Kennedy, former M. P. P. for Temiskaming district, is well known throughout the North. He has many friends in this part of the North, having been on one occasion in the early days of the Porcupine a candidate for a seat in the Dominion parliament, when the present riding of Cochrane was a part of the riding of Temiskaming for Domâ€" inion election purposes. Mr. Kennedy has always taken keen interest in pubâ€" lic affairs, and his success as a farmer has been an insviration to many in the North who were struggling to earn a {living from the land. Because of all this, there will be general interest in the following paragraoh from last week‘s issue of The New Liskeard Speaker:â€" "A. J. Kennedy, former M. P. P. for this riding and one of the bestâ€"known citizens of Temiskaming district, whose | 0. E. Kristensen CHIROPRACTOR RADIONICS ANALYSIS Xâ€"RAY â€" â€" _ SHORTWAVE [ Arch.Gillies,B.A.Scâ€",0.L.S. P.0O. Box 1591 23 Fourth Ave. Building Plans Estinmates, P. H. LAPORTE, 6. C. A. 10 Balsam St. North, T'immlns, Ont. Accounting Auditing 3 Systems Installed Income Tax Returns Filed Phones 270â€"228â€"286 P.O. Box 147 Third Avenue Empire Block DR. E. L. ROBERTS SPECIALIST Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Empire Block Timmins ~14â€"26 Swiss Watchmaker Graduate of the Famous Horologhal Institute of Switzerland CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 60 THMIRD AVENUE Phone 640 Consultation is Free Bank of Commerce Building PHONE 607 Registered Architect Ontario Land Surveyor Timnmins, Ont. Phone 362 , Pembroke, ug. 19thâ€"J. Lorne Hazelâ€" ton, a wellâ€"known resident of Beachâ€" 5 Away a Passes many years a merchant in Beachburg, and Mrs. Hazelton, the deceased spent his early life in the village and later was in Northern Ontario for several vears. returning to Beachburg about two years ago. He had intended heâ€" turning ta the north, but had delayed doing so because of the effect of the war on the mining industry, He was unmarried and is survived by his mother, now in her 90th year and two sisters, Miss Clara Hazelton Beachâ€" burg, and Mrs. J. W. S. Wilson, Arnâ€" prior. He was a member of the Presby«â€" terian church. An employer was interviewing an applicant for a vacant post. "What reâ€" ferences have you?" ha said. ‘"Didn‘t have no references from my last job." "How was that?" "It was a government contract" "Indeed. ow long ago?" ‘"‘Three months, sir." "What were you doing?" Winchester Pressâ€"Fathersâ€"urge your children to pay special attention to algebra and trigonometry this year. You will probably need their assistance in figuring out your income tax. big red Glengary Stock Farm barn close to the main: road four miles north of New Liskeard long has been a landmark for travellers along Number Eleven Highway, is retiring from his Dymond township housing in the latter part of the present month. The oneâ€"time reâ€" presentative of Temiskaming in the Onâ€" tario Legislature will take un residence in town again. Mr. Kennedy has sold his farm and later in August is to disâ€" pose of its stock and equipment by the usual route of an auction sale." EasternQuebec and the Maritmes Full details from your local Railway Agent, or apply to R. Y. DANIAUD District Passenger Agent, 87 Main St, West North Bay. Canadian Pacific A son of the iate John Haszelton, for Exchange: Smith: How long have you been working in thatâ€"ofliiee? Jones: Ever since they threatened to fire me, Globe and Mail:â€" Many place names unknown before the war will come to take their place with Gettsyburg and Waterloo, similarly without fame till war made them immortal. Langdon Langdon THURSDAY, AVGUST HIH, 1942 13 Third Ave. MacBrien Bailey 2% Third Avenue JAMES R. MacBRIEN FRANK H. BAILEY, L.L.B. LAWYER, AVOCAT NOTARY PUBLIC Hamilton Block, 30 Third Ave. Telephone 1545 Res. 51 Mountjoy St. 5. Phone 1548 Dean Kester, K.C. BARRISTERS and SOLICITORS BARRISTER SERVED FOR COUNTRY 8. A. Caldbick Barrister, Solicitor, Ete. Bank of Commerce Building Timmins, Ont. Good Going Daily June 12 to Sept. 7 Barristers, Solicitors, Ete. MASSEY BLOCK TIMMINS, QNT. Return Limitâ€"21 Days Stopovers Permitted and South Porcupine North Bay Nugget SOLICITOR "14"26\ ~14â€"26