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enel. Purple violets grew in the lush, “Gee Gramp you’re sure a ‘SWCH damp ravines where humus lay thick fisherman,” Jackie said in admira- and moist. Johnnyâ€"jump-ups and tion. “Why you could go into the forget-meâ€"mts and buttercups, calen- bUSineSS if You had to I’ll bet. Just dula, Canterbury bells, crocuses. John Their luck was middling. A while after noon John Bowman beached the skiff and built a fire of driftwood and twigs. Jackie brought the fry- ing pan and bacon and went back for the bread and toaster. Old John with a few deft twists of a razor sharp clasp-knife initiated the boy into the mysteries of cleaning a fish. In no time at all the frying pan was sizzling with fresh crisp, fried pick- enel. “You bet I will son, and I reckon we might’s well begin'.rig1ht now. Here, hand me that reel and rod and that can of worms. We'll just see how they’re bitin’ and rememâ€" ber, you got to keep still or yOu won’t even get a. nibble.” “I ain’t never but caught one fish, that I had to throw |back. Will you show me how to throw out a trout- line ? “There wasn’t any such thing in those days, Jackie. But I’ll bet you I was a better fisherman than you are when I was seven years old. That’s what I’ll bet.” “Aw, I bet they let you shoot a rifle when you were littler, Gramp. I bet you didn’t havta shoot no ole airgum” “Aw heck!” said Jackie. Old John glanced round his shoul- der and grinned. Jackie was dragging his bare feet in the cool brown wat- er. He had a freckled face and sunâ€" burned Iblonde hair, and snubby nose. Old John remembered that he had looked like that once A long time ago. “I was twelve years old before my father let me shoot his shotgun,” he said. a fine, shiny new airgun in the trail- er and tomorrow we’ll set up a tar- get.” “Shotgun? My goodness Jaclde. it’d knock you down. Nope, you’ll have to wait until you’re ten years old. Maybe longer unless you grow into a big, strong boy. But there’s Well! They had their family and that was that and there was noth- ing any one could do about it. Little Jackie had come to spend the school vacation with his grandparents. And the first week they’d hitched up the trailer and driven out here to the woods. Old John looked forward with pleasure to teaching Jackie something of woodcraft and the ways of the elusive denizens forest and stream. “Hey Gramp?” Jackie said. “What is it, son?” “Are you gonna. let me shoot your shotgun this summer?” Mainly, he decided, it must be the matter of their daughter who was Jackie’s mother. Jessie and her young husband got along as well as most inexperienced couples. But it was difficult for a man just start- ing out to find himself these days. Maybe the young folks should have waited a little longer. Maybe they shouldn’t have had three youngsters. one after another before they had got a chance to settle down and find out for themselves What married life was all about. Old Johnâ€"who really wasn’t so old at all, having yet to see his fif- tyâ€"eig'hth birthdayâ€"reflected as he leaned on- the oars that Alice had gone through a good deal of late that might have shortened her tem- per. They had been a long time married now and it was too late for them to begin quarreling. They hadn’t either of them laugh- ed. It was a bitter parting. And that was why John Bowman was scarcely heading- his grandson 7-year- old Jackie, as he pushed the skiff into the current and hopped over the gunwale barefoot into the stern. John Bowman could take kidding. It wasn’t what Alice had said so much as the way she said it. With a rasping' overtone of impatient an- ger in her voice. He gave her as good 'as he’d got. “I ope I catch a lot of fish.” he had. th wn at her over his should- er. “I’ll bring ’em back to you and you can go into the business. Mrs. Bowman, ‘Fishwife.’ That’s what you remind me of.” “I’m ashamed of you," she had said. “That raggedly old straw hat â€"you’ve worn it seventeen years. Look at it. All torn and dirty. And these soiled 01d trousers and that funny-looking shirt, John Bowman you’re a scare-crow. an old ragmuf- fin. ’Twouldn’t surprise me if you scared half the fish in the stream to death!” John Bowman was only half think- ing what he was doing as he stepped into the skiff and set the oars in place. Alice’s last words kept runn- ing in his ears and rankling in his mind. They vaguely alarmed him. It was so unlike Alice to have a. sharp tongue. r,” THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 16th, 1937. any more we’ll just go back into those woods and see if we can find ourselves a bouquet of flowers. I’ll bet; there’ll ‘be lots of spring blooms left.” “Gee, Gramp, that’s be lots of fun!" Jackie cried. “Oh, a. long time. Let’s see now, ’twasâ€"well good hick’ry son, do you konw something? Thirty-four years! As sure as you and I et pickerel for know something? Thirtyâ€"four years! day. Jackie, I’ll tell you What lets you and I do. Good hick’ry It’s gonno be fun too. Instead of fishing Old John eyed his grandson. “Why son, I can’t hardly say â€" they really shouldn’t of course. But grown-up folks have a lot of things to think about you see, that don’t even occur to little boys like you. You’ll find out soon enough when you grow up yourself ." “I s’pose I will. Say how long have you and Gram been married?” “Why is it that folks who are married fight with each other so much? Fellers fight, yes. But that’s because some guy is always tryin’ to put something over on some other guy, orr because he thinks he’s smart.” My, how the thought revived and rejuvenated him, made him feel young and confident once more! He looked at little Jackie and smiled to think how he had warned Alice not to go gossiping about that they were grandparents because it might jeopardize his job. Well, he Was in- dependent now, or would be as soon as the insurance company’s fat cheque was deposited to his account. “Gramp, there’s somethin I’d like to know,” Jackie said with serious camaraderie. “All right! son shoot. That’s what I’m here for.” John Bowman laughed again. Ab- sently. This was always bringing things to mind. That old brier whose how} was warm between his fingers. Alice had given it to him for an anniversary present. They rerpem- bered their anniversaries in those days. The children» were‘still small and John recalled that that was the very summer when he had finally felt able to take out the endowment policy. That strong bulwark against worry. Coming due now in another few weeks and they’d collect the principal. Nothing more to worry about for the rest of their lives. “Well, I don’t smoke cigarettes, you see. When I was a young fel- low it wasn’t quite so much the fashion and girls and women didn’t hardly smoke at all.” “Does Gram smoke?" “Good hickory no, son,” John BOW- man chuckled. The thought of Alice with a cigarette in her mouth amus- ed him. “Well, my mom does. H'er cigar- ettes are always all red on the end she sticks in her mouth when she throws them away.” “I can but it isn’t much fun. Sorta choke< me. You see, this pipe is an old-tinder. I‘ve had it, lemme see, nowâ€"w‘ry son. I got this pipe before your ma and pa were married. A long; time before you were even born.” “Go:h! I’ll say it's an old-timer! I’ve seen fell-erg blow cigarette smoke out 0‘ their noses.” Heaven knows he’d like nothing better than to buy the whole out- fit. Yes, and a power launch with a gasoline motor in it, and a. new rifle and one of those Whip-cord hunting jackets he’d seen advertised and what else, but he didn’t. No he shelled out cheerfully enough for everybody but himgelf. Not that he grudged his daughter or his son-in- law anything he could give them to imptrove their lot and make them happier. He guessed Jackie’s father was right when he said steady g'OOd- paying jobs were hard to get in any line. Even so, that was no excuse for Alice to hop on him the way she did. Jackie was elated and compliment- ed by his man-to-man intimacy with his grandfather. .He lay on the lush grass that grew down until it alâ€" most reached the shoreline. “Can you make the smoke come out of your nose, Gramp?” he want- ed to know. him of a. fishwife. He shouldn‘t have done that. He was sorry. But then she shouldn’t have called atten- tion to his unkempt costume. Jackie did not see his grandfath- er’s forehead crease. As John jarred the dottle out of his pipe and tamp- ed in a new load of tobacco the thought of Alice came into his mind again. He’d told Alice she reminded “Reckon it might get tiresome in time, son,” said John Bowman. fish for a. livin’ Gee, that’d be sfil huh ? ?” “Attaboy, Gramp!” said young Jackie. “Forgive you? Why Alice I’m downright ashamed of myself. Jackie, where are you?” want ? ” “John,” she said. “I’m sorry. I want you to forgive me.” Then she vanished. Old John stealthin stepped into the trailer. Alice loved to keep it prettied up with flowers and there were vaSes scattered around. But the first thing his eye lit on was something on a hanger. A splendid new tan whip- cord hunting coat with deep pockets. Just the thing he'd been wanting and hoping to own for years. He heard a noise and turned. Alice stood there, her apron a riot of fresh flowers with the dew still sparkling on them. Her fat, round face was shining and so were her eyes, and the sparkle in them did not come from dew. “A day in the open gives a couple of men an appetite, eh, Jackie-” said Old John. “Oh boy!" Jackie cried. “I’ll say!” Mrs. Bowman's face, pink and per- spiring and good-natured showed for a second from behind the screened partition that separated the trailer into two sections. “I want you to look at something. I’m going to kiss your Gram right in the middle of her nose. See?" On the way home John sat in the stern and give Jackie his first les- son in managing a rowboat â€" how to dip the oars shallowy, how to bend the blade at the end of the stroke and lift the oars without cat- ching a crab. He gave the instruc- tions like he had done a lot of things that day, only half-thinking of what he was doing. He was thinking‘ of Alice and of a day, long, long ago when they had put out together on a voyage that wasn’t over yet and a voyage that hadn’t all been clear sailing. The tempting odor of cooking food reached them as they approached the trailer. “John,” she said, “you’ll find clean clothes laid out.” “Don't holler," he told the boy “We’ll surprise Gram, eh?” Bowman came upon a. bed of maiden- hair ferns which he despoiled and Jackie discovered such a bonanza of violets that his grandfather had to snip off a. length of fishline to tie around their stems and hold them together. “Right here, Cramp. What do you THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, (“ITARIO (ADVERTISEMENT) Contrast this “liquor for profit” policy with Mr. Rowe’s clean-cut stand in the interest of the people. Mr. Rowe has pledged himself: “I will return to a policy of control by a responsible board, free from political patronage. A survey will be made by the new board of all licensed hotels. I promise you that these mushroom dives which have sprung up and flourished under Hepburn will be closedâ€" and stay closed.” “Profit” has been Mr. Hepburn’s liquor policy ever since he took office. Here are his own words as quoted in the Border Cities Star, Windsor, October 26, 1934:- “Another thing that the Province requires is revenue. I am informed that since Mr. Odette took office, he has turned over to the Treasury $2,800,000. Let these people point out some other source of revenue. Do they want higher gasoline or cor- poration tax? Do they want a Provincial Income Tax? It is obvious that if we lose the revenue from the Liquor Control Board, we will have to get it elsewhere.” FOR three years the liquor problem has been out of control in Ontario. Mr. Hepburn, worried by the rising tide of public indignation, now tacitly admits the fact. In acknowledgment of the situation, he makes another typical last-minute, pre-election promise. But Ontario voters are not going to be fooled again. TWO VIEWS ON THE LIQUOR QUESTION "Revenue Firsl"-llepbum " People Pirsl”-Rowo YOU Can TRUST RQWE The fearless administration of the public affairs of' Ontario by Premier Hepburn has resulted in many bene- fits for the people of the Province of Ontario which are revealed in the following brief resume of three .years’ efficient leadership: New provincial loans floated to re- tire bonds issued by Tory govern- ments and new bonds placed at re- cord low rates of interest. Entire cost of future building of highways taken over. In his 1936 budget speech he prom- ised Ontario a balanced budget in‘ 1937. Gratifying increase in revenue ‘made possible an actual and very- substantial surplus last .year. Ontario Hydro saving $500,000 monthly under new contracts negoti- ated with Quebec conpanies. Ontario’s income tax ‘bill passed. Dropped amusement tax on enter- tainments held‘ by religious, charit- able and educational organizations in 1936. Cut salaries of Cabinet Ministers $2,000 each and eliminated private autos of same which had been sup- plied by Henry government. Reorganized Compensation Board and cut wide swath in expenditures. High salaried executives were re- tired. One-fifth of revenue from beer and wine licenses to be divided among municipalities in which licenses for sale of such beverages are issued. A Few Achievements of Hepburn Administration Nearly $13,000,000 shown as a fav- orable balance for Hepburn adminis- tration over record of Ex-Premier Henry in 1934. Sweeping reductions in Hydro rates. Saving to Ontario power users of $4,797,762.00. , Government surplus of $9,313,- 938.54 in famous “Sunshine Budget.” Provincial debt reduced by: $26,000,- 000 as compared with 1934. Abolished Amusement Tax Labor Board organized. Presents budget in which Hepburn declares “Ontario is marching on to a balanced budget” and steady re- duction of provincial debt. Northern Development Board abol- ished, saving province hundreds of thousands of dollars. Amures searching examination on question of succession duties. Mill- ions saved in interest charges. Issued by the Liberal-Conservative Party of Ontario “THE PROFIT"â€" says Mr. Hepburn “THE PEOPLE"â€"says Mr. Rowe (ADVERTISEMENT) Increased Mothers’ Allowances and assumed municipal share of Old Age Pensions, Highways modernized; mileage in- creased. Municipalities relieved of all charges. Eight large new industries estabâ€" lished, old industries revived and em- ployment greatly increased. Mill subsidy to municipalities out of surplus, directly affecting every taxpayer in the province. Reduced cost of license plates on passenger automobiles $5, effective October lst, a direct saving- to thou- sands of motorists. Industrial Standards Code; mini- mum wages for men; Industry and on the social and moralflife of Ontario. A vote for the Conservaéére candidate is this policy of control. Under Conservative administration, by means of a responsible non-political control body, beverage rooms will be so regulated that Ithey will cease to be a blot Beverage rooms will not be forced on communities where they are not wanted. Nor will such places flour- ish in the shadow of the churches of the Province. When Mr. Rowe is elected, beverage rooms will be confined to standard hotels which respect the law and give adequate service to the public. Restaurants, taxi offices, rooming houses and hot dog stands will not, by means of a few “jerry-built” changes in construction, be able to qualify as stande hotels. The Conservative Party takes the position that public revenue should not be gained at the expense of decency. TICKETS GOOD IN Tickets. Sleztfiug Cm rmatfims. and all ifiarmation from my “all. ASK FOR HANDBILI} GOING DAILY â€" SEPT. 18 â€" OCT. 2 inclusive BAGGAGE Checked. Stopovers at Port Arthur. Armstrong. Chicago and welt. No More Mushroom Dives . 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