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W”“00OOOOWOMOOOM”M“OOOOOOWO REGISTERED PERCHERON STALLION MAR LAET A son of Laet, grand! champion stallion 1921 International, Chicago, sire of grand champion stallion at International in 1923, 1924, 1925, 1928, 1929, 1931, 1932 and 1936. Laet sired both grand champion mare and stallion at Chicago International in 1928-31-33, a record never equalled. Five of the Dawes Brewery famous black stallions are sired by Laet. Mar Laet’s fashionable pedigree should appeal strongly to owners of registered percheron mares. In ser- vice at J. W. Palmer’s farm, 1 mile east of Richmond Hill. Terms $12.00, payable Feb. 1, 1940, to insure a foal. Owner of mare must assume all risk of accidents. Trucking 321'- vice to your farm, minimum charge $1.00 within 10 miles, additional rate 10c. a mile. me foal $1.00, service $11.00 pay- able on or before lst March 1940. Persons disposing of their mares be- fore foaling time or not returning them regularly to horse will be charged insurance whether in foal or not. All accidents at owner’s PUREBRED PERCHERON STALLION ROBB DALE CARBERT (15692) The property of William Glass, Lot 11, Con. 5, Vaughan, phone 7913 anie. This horse is black and weighs about 1950 lbs. This horse will stand in his own stable for ser- vice for the season. Terms to in- Imported Suffolk Stallion DEE- SIDE HOPEFULL (292) 6700 sired by Blackmore HOpeiull 5206. Dam Maggiette (330) 17050, the propercy of Wm. Glass, Lot 11, Concession 5, Vaughan, phone 7913 Maple. This horse is a beautiful chestnut, weight 1850 lbs. Will stand‘ in own stable for service for the season. Terms to insure foal, $1.00 service, $11.00 payable on or before March 1, 1940. All accidents at owner’s rick. YONGE ST Young’s Service Station STOCK REGISTER THURSDAY, JULY 20th, 1939 0 You’ll think you’re lucky too, and you will be, for the low price on Goodyear Speedway makes it easy to have brand new Goodyears on your car, without delay. Drive in and see the big-value, low-priceSpeedway today! We have your size! MASSEYâ€"HARRIS AGENT Farm Implements, Machinery and Repairs Telephone Richmond Hill 39 Beatty Farm Equipment Charles Graham Ey/ BOY! RICHMOND HILL SPEEDWAY TIRES Today! I bought my Gooog'YEAR She began to know Jerry Sand- ers through his books first. Mostly on travel, with his name sprawled across the title pages, as if he must have bought them all himself. There was poetry, too, Noyes and Mase- field, Kripling of all things, and one Sometimes a whiff of incense curl- ed up from the burner ewenimgs when she lay on the couch reading the books she found in the room. A squat jade colored bowl of daffodils on the low Wicker table helped spring along too. Every single boat Whistle on the river stirred Nannette’s restlesst. Sometimes, coming home on the sub- way, she felt like a boat tugging at its moorings, eager to be off. Down along Riverside Drive when she strolled there by herself after dinner in a cheap restaurant on Broadway, the whole atmOsphere thrilled her and left her almost breathless at its loveliness these nights. V Seven dollars a week, and she had been paying eight in a comâ€" munity apartment with three other girls. This was heaven. The trunk could stay there, of course, she told Mr. Bela. After she mWedJ in, she covered it with a strip of Chinese silk, sea green embroidered in col- ored moon-s and silvery birds, tOppâ€" ing‘ it with a brass Buddha with an incense burner on its lap. “No, I didn’t. I was going to, but my wife she don’t like the police nesey‘ing around, so we just keep this trim]; and wait and see. She thinks he’ll show up some day, and I say sure, he willâ€"â€"When they let him out.” “There used to be a feller in here named Jerry Sanders. That’s his trunk over there in the corner. I didn‘t lug it downstairs because I always expected he’d turn up, but didn’t. He :just disappeared one day and never came back. He was a funny fellow, always talking abOut going places. I Tell my wife I think he went some place all right, maybe up the river.” “Didn’t you notify the police?” asked Nannette, looking in the large clothes closet. The room was in the rear, facing south, fairly well furnished, but with a desk, couch and well filled bookcase, and these caught, her eye at once. landlady. He was a stOut, good, natured Hungarian with a family in the basement and three such houses to look after, he told her. The narrow glass sign said “Vac- ancy”, on the from door of the brownstone front house on West 75th street, just off the Park. Nan- nette climbed three flights behind the superintendent. There was no “OOOWWOOWWO”W Luck! THE LIBERAL SHORT STORY WHAT’S BECOME 0F JERRY? By Izola Forrester as no good: m saumg sudde just what he wa -"Â¥ou have be 'haven’t you?” “Yeh, I have “Thanks, I sure would. Did' anyâ€" n-ne ever call up for me after I Ileft?” “Not that I know of. I am at work daytim'es." She was watching him sink into the armchair, and lean back his head as he blew the smoke upward-s. Much better than seeing it come from the incense burner. ;_, uuu uuukL, uununy A'LLuvctlA, ALV "â€" ard Lovett; song race, Mrs. Wray, Mrs. Bob Plunkett. Phone HYland 2081 Open Evenings She found him at the top of her own flight of stairs, smoking, and before she had turned the lower Ihallway. she recognized the frag:- rance she and Buddha knew so well. But. she was very calm and imper- sonal when they met. Of course -he could get at his 'tru-nik. She took rthe things off the top, while he stood looking around him eagerly, hands in his pockets, pipe held in ‘his teeth as he talked. - “Funniest thing, you know,” he 'said casually, “I haven’t lived. here for at least five months, and yet the room has a whiff of my tobacco in it still.- Something about odors all tied in with memories. I always like it here.” ' “Why don’t you sit in the armâ€" chair and smoke now,” .Nannette suggested, “that is, if you feel like it?” One night in May she had been out walking, thinking abOut these things. A misty new moon hadl help- ed her mood. When .she came along 75th, someone in a basement was playing an accordion, very sofily. The Belasv sat out on their base.‘~ ment steps, enjOying it all. As she started up the front steps, Mr. Belas called out to her. He’s come backâ€"he’s waiting to get in your room. I told him you w0uldn’t mind if he got some things out of his trunk. There was a 1934 class book from a Middle Western college. It was easy to find him in this, quite a b0y â€"swimming, track, football, literary society. Here he was squatting down with his team, husky, serious, shockâ€"headed, and here he was all dressed up in tails, and here in a small oval picture. Nannette poredl over this one. It was a face to re-‘ member. She wished .she could have put it up on the closet wall, but refrained. He might come back. And there were other things in the trunk that she just glanced over, letters. When you are doing detec- tive work it is pemnissable to read such things if you are trying to solve a mystery. By the end of five months she felt as if she knew Jerry very well. She didn’t wonder at his going away. Sometimes, .she felt he might never come back at all. But it was not ,a case for the police. Mrs. Bela, being a woman, had sensed that. Winter clothing, more books, pdpes, odds and ends, a round tin of tobacco. She opened this and put a few pinches on the incense burner in front of Buddha to see what it was like. And the whole room sud- denly became aware of Jerry Sanâ€" dens’ presence. He was right there in the big armchair, feet on another chair, smoking his pip-e, dreaming of â€"well, of some girl and travel. She kept the can of tobacco out and used to burn a pinch of it now and then! when she was specially wondering about him. One Sunday she decided to open the trunk, after finding it was unâ€" locked. That showed he had left in-‘ tending to come back. And since the police had not been notified, she felt it almost her duty to try and discover some clue that would solve the mystery of his disappearance: Almost the first thing she came a« cross in the smaller top drawer was the picture of a girl torn in four pieces. 0n the back was written; “0, very well!” The girl was rather pretty, not wonderful at all, but cute. This in itself, Nannette thought, might provide a motive. HopeleSs love. Disillusion. Jerry Sanders became a rather morbid, satirical young person to her for a- few moments. Thumbtacked to the closet wall she discovered a scrap of paper torn from a comic page. All it said was “If you had everything, what could you get?" And tacked on the other wall was a double page torn from a- steamship folderâ€"a lot of pictures of world harbors and points of in- terest to travelersfisshe studied them all, wondering where Jerry Sanders had gone. called “Vagabond House,” that made you wanct to go on quests after islands. THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO the island 1' islands.’ thinkin sudder been away travelling I shipped on an o thinking . But he was back to that day . Nannette knew Always beer Ii Johnston & Granston ||l.A \YYYDA r‘mvvhnnn o nunnnn‘nh: MANUFACTURERS & IMPORTERS 3 OF CANADIAN & FOREIGN 2 BURWICK WOMEN’S INSTITUTE HOLD PICNIC FOR CHILDREN Members" children were entertain- ed at a picnic staged by the Bur- wick Women’s Institute at the home of Mrs. Bob Plunkett on Tuesday afternoon of last week. The picnic replaced the group’s usual monthly meeting: A talk on “Health” was given by Mrs. Alvin Wood and ’prize winners in the races were as follows: Girls 8 and under, Eleanor Riseborough, Mary Wray; boys 8 and under, Paul Lewis, Herb Mc- Lean; girls 12 and under, Helen Riseborough. Lillian McLean; boys 12 and under, Jimmy McLean, Howâ€" ard Lovett; song race, Mrs. Wray, Mrs. Bob Plunkett. “Gee, you found that, didn’t you. on the wallâ€"it helped me plentyâ€" I just had to tell you, so you‘d un- derstandâ€"it was why I came back. I couldn’t get away from herâ€"until I met you ” He looked at her with eyes that had forgotten anything in the world but her. “I’ll get a hun- dred and fifty a month and my bung- alow. You can live swell on that over there, and have a couple of house boys on the side. I know it’s funny to expect you to believe me after knowing why I went away but you’d love it, Nannette. I’d- ask you to marry me and go along right awayâ€"I have to get back if I’m g0- ing at allâ€"but I realize, of course,- you don’t know anything about meâ€"” Nannette slipped her arm around his neck, her cheek pressed to his chin.‘ “Listen, silly, I knew everyâ€" thing about you, even to the .size of your collar â€" I hunted all through your trunk to try and find out about you so we could trace youâ€"just be- ing a little detective, and I found your pictures and your tobacco â€" I used to burn some of it in the incen-sve holder â€" that was what you smelledâ€"I gUess I must have alâ€" ways been interested in you. When do we .saiI, dear?" {es “You don’t have to tell me, Jerâ€" ry,” she .said softly. “I know all about it. They ran away together, and you couldn’t take it. What’s the difference now,” she quoted to him slowly, “if you had everything â€"what could you get?” By the end of the second week they were walking along Riverside one night. Nearly- every evening he came for her and they went places â€" theatres and dining out, dancing, almost of all, just strolling. IShe could see he was easing out of -the mental pain over the other girl, and he could really laugh n-atur- ially, as if he were having fun. Tonight they had taken a bus Elear up to the end of the island and back, with his arm around her, and her head on his shOulder very naturally as one dees at such times». Then they decided to Walk bacck from 96th street and Nannette stop- ped at her favorite spot where she had taken counsel so many times by herself, of the moon and stars and hurrying tide. They leaned over the stone wall, close together, and all at once he started to tell her why he had gone away â€"â€" abOut Lillian, the girl he was to have mar- ried, and his best friend, Dick Madiâ€" gan. Granite Monuments “Oh, I landed in San Francisco and took a train across. I have to be back in a month, got a job wait- ing for me on: a pineapple planta- tion, if I want to take it. I don"t know why I ever came backâ€"” over here. 1 don't suppose any letâ€" ters ever came here for me?” “I haven’t seen any." If she couldjust get his mind away from his 'trouble, get the deep, hurt look out of his eyes. “I wish you’d tell‘me abotu your travels. I’ve never been out of New York except up to a :farm in Connecticut for the summer, where my grandfather lives. But I love salt water and boats â€" I love just the sound: of their whistles, especially at night. When did you get in?” Write |moug; pened ‘ “It Phone 9798 W OODBRIDGE Mer 51;. 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