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SHOW CARDS PRICE TICKETS â€" BANNERS G. MORLEY BEYNON Phone 150 â€" 76 Yonge St. SIGNS 74 Yonge St. Furs Made To Order Repairs & Remodelling Raw Furs Bought Elgin Mills Phone Maple 1049 CHIMNEYS BUILT & REPAIRED EAVESTROUGHING FURNACES Thirsdayâ€"Pa was a telling ma that he is afrade his cuzzen Clarence is a little bit dissapointe-d with his marryage affares. His rcuzzen Clarâ€" ence thout it. wood be nice to have 2 mice womman around the- house M mend his Sox and now all she wirks at is trying to mend his cuzzen Clarâ€" ences Ways. Wensdayâ€"since Hilbert Gawn has cum home frum Collige he put a sine up in frunt of his house SCREEN ARTIST and cum to Find out he paints screen doors and etc. Teusday~Ant Emmy says Annie Philitt has becum very popalar soâ€" shully sence it becum noised about that she has nuthing mutch to wear. a girl he new he wasse‘nt wirthy of her and all that and when he got threw tawking she agreed \vl‘th him so' he let it go at that. Mundayâ€"Jeff Plucker sed he cum very very near to Getting marryed 1 time sevral yrs. ago. he said he told Saterday â€" well . we went to a yung fokes party this after noon over at Blossoms across the crick and they wassent m‘chh fun outside of Benny Floss throwed up a cupple times. Sundayâ€"Eddy Blink is trying to get a job Wirking for the government as a Stattistishun oney he says he has to go his self personly and apply for the job becuz he dusent now how to spell it. SLATS’ DIARY Fridayâ€"Pa. says that of they is- Sent sum bisiness comes in pritty o Vsoon they are a GENERAL CARTAGE by ma WM. MCDONALD, ‘ Telephone 62. R. H. KANE Agent For STONE & WELLINGTON THURSDAY, SEPT. 7th, 1933 Phone Richmond Hill 22 Fonthill Nurseries Fall Orders Taken Now For Fall Planting PRICES MODERATE B. A. GRAINGER From Maple Gravel Pit Darwin 'I‘ulip Bulbs of different colors 12 for $1.50 RICHMOND HILL BY ROSS FARQUHAR SAND â€" GRAVEL Roofing that and she set! she diddent Xacx- 1y no but she was offen reading about bringing or- ders out of Chaos. going to half to close down for a wile at the noose pnper witch he wirks up on. Ant Emmy sugjested that they might try at Chaos and pa sed What is Thornh ill. Phone 92F The policeman looked into his friend's face. “That sign still up at the Dead Lantern?” “Still up.” - The two regarded each other for perhaps a minute. “Well,” said the policeman. This single word express- er admirably that the policeman had been very much pleased to see his old friend; also, that he had enjoyed the conversation and hoped to see Thane again soon.. Old Charley made com- 01d Charley’s eyes shone, but he said cautiously, “Things might work out that way, sure enougt.” “He’s goin’ to forget to go back some of these days.” 01d Charley brightened. “Found a letter when I got in last night. Will’s doin’ fine, he tells me. Los Angeles- real estate’s as good a way to make money, as any, I reckon. He'll be comin’ home in a month or two for quite a spellâ€"â€"thinks he can maybe stay over to help me Work the cattle in the fall.” the two of further talk. “What do you hear from the boy ” asked the officer suddenly. Old Charley settled into a physi- cal and spiritual comfort as the miles crawled by. ‘ His friend of fifty years nodded. “Grass got a bad deal last winterâ€" bad as the year I lost out.” “Bad,” corroborated 01d Charley. “Dry spring so far, too. Come a dry summer, and us catfleman’ll do well by the buzzards.” This burst of conâ€" versation had apparently exhausted Old Charley considered carefully. “Things are mighty dry,” he admit- ted. “A body’d think,” remarked the po- licemam nodding toward the yellrw-i ish stencil on the side of the .car,: “that so long as Uncle Sam’s got his; U. S. Mail brand on her he coulzl, afford to give the old girl a truss orl som'ethin,.” ‘ Old Charley grunted assent and' stepped upon the sidewalk. “Seem’s like Congress just don’t have the time‘- to get ’round to anything important”! The: two men remained motionless on the curb. At last the officer slightly shifted his position, then asked. “Anything new over your way?” Old Charley sighed. Leaving the car in gear, for the emergency brake had long ago retired from active ser- vice, he eased his unwieldy body to a standing position on the pavement and vindictiver slammed the (1001'. “Not so good, Buck. Not so good. Top half of the windshield fell out on the Way in.” “Howdy, Chet,” replied the policeâ€" man in a soft draw]. He glanced speculativer at the car and inquired, “How's coughin’ Lena a-feelin’ her oats these days 7" A pair of legs clad in khaki serge trousers wandered casually to the front of the car. 01d Charley’s gaze awoke. “Mornin’, Chief,” he said moodily, lifting his eyes to the other’s face. ..FIRSP INSTALMENT Old Charley Thane snapped off the ignition with a thick, square finger. Cautiously, the decrepit car rolled forward into the only vacant space on the street and stopped, its front tires snugly against the curb. The curb was painted a faded red; and across the sidewalk was the entrance of the post office. Leaning his big foreu arms on the wheel, the old man gaz- ed disinterestedly at the sidewalk glaring in the morning light of the Arizona sun. Behind him clattered the street traffic, its progress occasâ€" ionally interrupted by the loose jointed ringing of the semephore sus pended above the intensectioni half a block away. 1 ‘WH mm N6 ~ , R < KZf/omv [LEAR ~ . Chief,” he said: When Old Charley returned to the yes to the other’s street, carrying a large government mail sack weighted with two letters eplied the police- A and a post card, a young couple and JV]. He glanced i a five-year-old boy were standing un- car and inquired, certainly in the strip of shade close ana a-feelin’ her to his car. Discomfort and bewilderâ€" ment enveloped the three as one per- ed. Leaving the I son. The little boy was tightly moor- emergency brake , ed to his mother’s forefinger and the I from active ser-‘hand of the husband was very near mWieldy body to that of his wife. Old Charley’s lowâ€" on the pavement I er lip bunched slightly with his meed the door.3thought of “Pshaw, now!” as he not- (. Not so good. ’ ed the face of the slender young: man lshield fell out on he had seen many such faces new to l Arizona. The young woman looked from her husband to Old Charley. “Do you mean that this ranch is eighty-five miles out in the wilderness and‘ there isn’t even a machine on the place?” Her voice was tremulous. “That’s about the size of it, Ma’m.” “But how do they get to town?” “They don’t come in so very often” “Kennethâ€"” The girl appealed to her husband with questioning eyes. For a long moment the two young people faced each other. “No'm. There’s a spur track from Mexico that runs about thirty miles from the ranch but they only use it at cattle shippin’ time. “Eighty-five miles?” The girl caught her breath. “Surely there must be a trainâ€"isn’t there a. town nearer than this ?” Old Charley did not miss the tone! in which this' was spoken. Also, he did not miss the fact that she re- garded him as a taxi driver. “If you want to go,” he supplied, “I’d be gladi to take you, but it’s eighty-five miles’ to the Dead Lantern and the road"s nothm’ to bra on. You can get them to put up a 1 inch for you in that ice crea mparlor over there. And if we can get your baggage on this car we’d better do it. There’s no machine on the Dead Lantern and I only make one trip a week.” The young man glanced inquiringly at his wife, then at Old Charley. “‘Why, yesâ€"there is such a ranch, lns’t there?" “‘70s, there’s a Dead Lantern all "iqhh” I “The ranch we want to visit is called the Dead Lantern and the ad- dress was San Jorge,” spoke the girl; “it was formerly owned by Mr. Harry Grey and a Mr. Snavely. Mr. Grey died recently. Do you know of the place and can you take us there?” I go by the front gate, Ma’m.” “Excellent. Perhaps if we start soon we will be in time for luncheon? We can send in for our luggage later this afternoon, I suppose.” The eyes of Old Charley narrowed incredulously. He hesitated for a moâ€" ment. “Are you real certain it’s the Dead Lantern you want to go to?” “A ranch, dear, not a farm,” said the girl, “a cow ranchâ€"tho Dead Lantern ranch.” 01d Charley nodded. “Yes, I can take you out that way. Where ’bouts are you going? San Jorge is a pretty big- valley.” The husband laughed shortly. “We are trying to get to a farm and the post office address is San Jorge.” A tension relaxed. “We Were told by a police officer,” said the young man hesitantly, as though expecting his Words to be cut short at any mo- ment by a cough, “that you were go- ing to a place called San Jorge. car- rying the mail. We were told that you occasionally carry passengers.” Old Charley smiled. his eyes on the girl. He observed to himself that she was pretty, high toned. and mighty warm. “Yes, he said aloud. “I am Old Charley Thane.” “Phane.” she "supplied, Mr. Than-e?” “Are you OIâ€"Mr.â€"â€"Mr.-â€"” the young man paused and looked toward the girl at his side. with, “Hello, Sheriff!” Whereupon an elderly couple at the money order window exchanged a significant glance, and an old-timerâ€"who never lost opportunity to lament the passâ€" ing- of the good old timesâ€"opined to a neighbor that, when Charley Thane was sheriff of this here county, sheriffs had a heap more to do with posses than foreclosure sales. The place was crowded. Seven of the crowd had been in Arizona for more than ten years and eaph of these greeted the old man before he had disappeared behind the door which led through the rear wall of post boxes. One person thought it necessary to shake hands with Old Charley and this man stopped him plete reciprocation with a nod, and left the glaring sidewalk for the som- ber light of the post office. "ar THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL. ONTARIO after mile. Then came a gate, and fastened to a post hear-by, a Wooden box with a. tin can on top. Old Charley turned from the road and stopped within easy reaching dis- A fence of three strands of barbed wire joined the road from the direc- tion of the butte and followed mile By now all trace of man-made things had vanished. Only the road was left, lying straight to the south- west like a thin wedge, its point in the range of distant mountains which looked as though they had been reâ€" cently thrown albng the horizon by a plow. On either side the desert layâ€" a sky-bound ocean of grayâ€"green and weathered brown. Far to the right jutted a single butteâ€"cragg'y, barren utterly alone. The air, thin, unbeliev- ably clear, was a thing of blinding light and quivering heatâ€"a parched thing which drew moisture from the lips and made the skin like dry paper. spiritual comfort. Although he never thought about it he always felt so, after the town had ebbed away and the desert flowed in. “There‘s something about all this I like though,” said Kenneth The family rode in the back seat, crowded together in recognition of the strangeness of their surround- ings. Shortly after the outskirts of the tOWn» had been passed, Old Char- ley heard the young man’s voice ra’si- ed with forced cheerfulncss. “Were vou ever on an unnaved road‘ before. Ruth? I don’t beLieve I ever was.” For a long time this scrap of conver- sation lingered in the mind of the old man. - As the miles crawled by, Old Charley setled into a physical and By the time Old Charley had re- turned with a small steamer trunk lashed on the rack and three bags and a guitar case on the floor of the car, the little family was waiting. \ “N0 telephone?" The young man's choked, and it w; brows puckered. “No-â€"telephoneâ€"â€"” fore he could spea he spoke slowly; the idea was quite'}1e grinned weakly new to him. “But how do peopleâ€"" itainly made to b1- he paused and became more thought,l (Continued ful. “Well, but say, Snavely knows all this. Does know that you are! Eight tons of pi the only means of transportation and were collected fror thatâ€"do you have a regular day for those pests in the making this trip?” [states the 1932 ar “Every Saturday.” lHong Kong Botai “Well, then,” he continued, pleased 1 partment. with his deductions, “Mr. Snavelyl _ knows that we're coming on the same The teaCher a: day you bring the mail and I’m sure i write what they he’ll meet us. We’re rather important. Moors. One bo; visitors, you know,” he finished with f follows: a half-embarrassed smile. i “The Moors are 01d Cha‘rey shook his head. “The line stops about two miles after you leave town.” “Oh, yes. We wrote Mr. Snavely some time ago that we intended to arrive toâ€"day. It can’t be so very far from the gate to the house, can it?” “About five miles, I should judge.” “Good Lord!” The young man glanced curiously at the people on the sidewalk. “Well, then, I suppose we’d better telephone Mr. Snavely and make sure that he will meet us. We’ve already tried to find his name in the directoryâ€"” 01d Charley nodded cheerfully. “Fine. If you’ll give me the checks I can be getting the stuff loaded while you folks see about your lunches. I'm sorry I can’t take you any nearer the ranch house than the gate, though. Are they expecting you?” Then with a shrug of helplessness the husband turned to Old Charley. “We didn’t understand how it would be. I expect We’s better do as you suggest. We only have a small trunk and some bagsâ€"they’re still at the station." harley turned from the road and opped within easy reaching dis- nce and opening the sack trans- “The Moors are a wild tribe of peo- ple who invented the Moorish style of architectureâ€"hence the term Owen- Moor, which means I.O.U. When the Moors are out of w6rk they become shieks. Dartmoorâ€"- where peofile break stones as they’ve nothing else to doâ€"is situated on the lonely moors, so that the locals may not be worried by the housing probâ€" Iem." “Well, I can stand a little food,” remarked the young man cheerfully, “and Dave, here, has already started on the lunch.” He spoke to his wife, as Old Charley busied himself with a package of sandwiches “We’re find- ing things a deal different than we expected, aren’t we, Ruth? There’s something about all this I like though â€"” he swept his arm toward the sky- line; then opening the door, stepped out and stood beside the car. He faced the distant butte, now slightly behind them. “You know, this air is posi- tively wonderful!" He tried to take a deep breath into his ruined lungs, but choked, and it was a full minute beâ€" fore he could speak again. “Anyway” he grinned weakly, “this air was cer- tainly made to breathe.” Eight tons of pine tree caterpillars were collected from trees stripped by those pests in the district plantations, states the 1932 annual report of the Hong Kong Botanical Forestry De- partment. The girl shrank back in the seat; her eyes dart/ed over the desolate landscape as though imploring it to produce a tree, a house, an animalâ€"â€" anything familiar. She said nothing. “I’m mighty sorry,” replied the old man, conscious of a certain quivering under the pettishness of her voice, “but I’m afraid this is the best we can do. There ain’t no trees on this roadâ€"’ceptin’ a mesquite or twoâ€" and a stream's plumb impossible. If we kept on in this directoin the first water We’d strike would be the Gulf of California.” “Do yop want to eat here?” asked the girl, as she glanced about with eyes narrowed to slits against the brilliant light. “Can’t we go on until we come to a stream or a treeâ€"any- where out of this awful heat?” A few miles farther on Old Char- ley turned to the side of the road and stopped the engine. “Hungry?” he asked facing around. ferred the post card The teacher asked his cIas sto CLEANING AND PRESSING We are happy to extend to you our dependable and satisfactory service for all kinds of Cleaning and Pressing. Bring us in your Furs and we will gladly discuss with you your remodeling or repair problem. Now is the time to have your Furs Remodeled or Re-I paired for Fall. We specialize in this work and can guar- antee satisfaction. J. A. Greene, For Finest Quality Hand Tailored Clothes Phone 49J Richmond Hill (Continued next week) l. D. Ramer & Son Phone 10 For Public Benefit it they knew about the One boy’s effort was as It will well pay to put in your supply of Coal or Coke before Sept. lst, as the mine prices ad- vance 50c. per ton on above date. We also have genuine Welsh Cobbles and Blower Coal. We can save you money also on ‘Welsh coal as prices will advance ‘on it. Cut Hard Wood, also Cut Slabs, Glutin Meal and Sugared ‘Vim for your dairy stock. Full-O-Pep and Marmil Poul- try Feeds. RICHMOND TAILORS F URS AND YET MORE ACCIDENTS Supposing something happened to YOU. What provision have you made for weeks and perhaps months coming in? Acoldent insurance re- lieves financial and physical suffering The sale will be held on the above date at the hour of ten o’clock in the forenoon in the Municipal Hall in the Village of Richmond Hill. Copies of said list may be had at my office. Dated at Richmond Hill A. J. HUME, August 10th, 1933 Village Trea‘s: By virtue of 3 Warrant issued by the Reeve of the Village of Richmond Hill, dated the 27th day of July 1933, and to me directed, commanding me to proceed with the collection of the arrears of taxes together with the fees and expenses, I hereby give notice. that the list of lands liable to be sold has been prepared and is being pubâ€" lished in the “Ontario Gazette” under dates of Aug. 19th, Aug. 26th, Sept. 2nd and Sept. 9th, 1933, and that, un- less .the said arrears of taxes and costs are sooner paid, I shall, on the 6th day of December 1933 proceed to- sell the said lands to dischar e the said arrears of taxes and the c arges thereon. Richmond Hill VILLAGE OF RICHMOND HILL Treasurer’s Sale of Land in Arrears of Taxes Office in the Post Office Block Richard Simpson Company STOCKS BONDS GRAIN INSURANCE You may phone orders or call at this office and they Will be transmitted to the city as soon as given. for the con-lenienCe of local clients. has opened an office in the FRANCIS BUILDING THORNHILL ACCIDENTS A. G. SAVAGE ANNOUNCEMENT 1lichmtnd Hill Telephone 98 TEL. 118 . ‘ PAGE SEVEN