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Mterecedes Flood. Ronald Greencn. Willie Monaghnn.

Rmily ins. Elvira Viliett.

Highest standing in Grade 11- Gordcn Dixon.

Eighest standing in Grade 1- John Cameron.

Complimentary remarks were made by several present utter vihich the pupils and visitors were heated to candy by the teacher.

A very nicely worded address was then read to the teacher by Ronald Greenan and a very nire gift was presented to him by Charlotte Higgins. The teacher thanked the pupils for their thoughtfulness in remembering him in this way. The afternoon was brought to the close by the singing of the National An- them.

Following is the addremt

Dear 'reachcr,——As another school closing has approached -we feel that we should not let the occasion pas without tendering you our rc- gards; as our teacher you taught us not only the rules laid divrn rc- quiring our attention to the differ- ent subjects. but also the points of the Golden Rule.

We regret to learn that you have resigned but we will always re- lmemiber our school days spent under your direction.

Please accept the accompanying small gift not for its value but for Ihe best wishes it carries.

Signed. the pupils of South Mel- ville School.

‘PLEASE, SIR—"

MZm.BOImiN'E—wllliamsmwn foot ‘ball club officials do more than frown upon players who skip the odd practice. Each man who is ab- sent without a satisfactory written excuse is fined $1.

‘ ‘Ronald Greenan and the following —- Mercedes flood.

- Highest standing in Grade E-- _- Highest standing in Grade VIII- ifiighest standing in Grade VII-— . Highest standing in Grade VI-

H189 Highest standing in Grade IV-

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oasuni, and rather imlpudent. Actually she was small and shy and earnest, and so un-modern as to be dubbed quaint by her friends. Onceuponstimepostofiicgwnrk had been furthest from her thoughts. That was when she dab- bled at the Whinford An school_ before her father lost most of his money in the slump, Now one 113;: beenapostomoegirlforsyur. and at Chelham Parva sub-omca for the last week. Each morning she was to be seen cycling over from Whinlord. a neat little gm, five feet nothing in her shoes, in knitted cap over her dark bobbed hair. her grey eyes placid and sin- cere as a woodland lake.

This morning she was sitting be- hind the counter, knitting a pm or tennis socks. she had examined her conscience thoroughly on the mat- Wh Hem she was. stealing the time of the State. But what else was she to do? There were whale hours when nobody came in and nothing whatever happened, she wondered why they had bothered to have a post office at Chelham P3-W3. drowsiest of all villages, sprawled in the valley between the clowns. The road itself was only 9. byway, twisting and overshadowed by enormous trees. A dozen cot. iages and the general shop played hide-and-seek among the twists and turns.

he post office, part of a stone- built cottage, was us retiring as the rest. It lay back from the top of the blink, and there were ten old brick steps leading up to it, from the road. The bottom step glisten- ed damply. because there were Springs in the bank. and a stream trickled lazily along a. sandy gutter. A bend. heavy with undergrowth, shut off the next cottage, fifty yards Way.

Anne had thought, "It's awfully pretty, but I shall get tired of it." She was quietly astonished that Mrs. Piumley. the sub-ilmstmistress, could have lived here all these years and not grown into a sort of

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inarticuiate vegetable. Mrs. Plum- ley, short and square, with a long red face and spectacles. with her hair done weirdly and her jump- ers still more weird, struck Anne as a remarkable woman. when people did come into the post office, Mrs. Plumiey would start bang in the middle of some persomi gossip that

8swe1l.Itwasa.hundredtoone 8-coins-t anybody hearing heir. And this voice sound mercilen.

Elke recalled the case of u post- mistress in a viiiag, who had been badly injured by one of these ban- dits . . . They were getting worse and worse . . . Every day there secmedtobereportsinthepaper 0! hold-ups . . . This brute! she had no chance to stop him.

out of the corner of her eye she saw a hand come over the counter, snatch open the till, and sweep the coin and notes into her lmitting bag.

she could have cried with rage and fear. It was horrible, having to stand here helplm while the man took this money. She could not even get. a glimpse of his face, to describe him to the police.

"Don't xnovel Not an inch!"

It was a thick voice. a desperate voice. she dared not turn. If only Mrs. Plumley would come back i.n time there might be a, couple of seconds‘ chance to launch herself at this thieving bully . . . Anne quivered with fear and anger. These vile bandits . . .

That there was no sound, not a rustle, struck her that the man might have crept. to the door. She risked it, and turned, in time to see a head and shoulders vanish- ing down the brick steps outside. “Help!" she cried, "help!" and rushed out to the steps. The man had leapt into a blue car. and it started off with a grinding mar. Nobody seemed to have heard her cries except a blaokfbird that dart- ed, chattering shrilly, into the tangled greenery on the other side of the road. As the car shot away her eyes took in two details. she noted the number of the car, NS 893. and she saw something mov- ing at the base of the green bank, beyond the car.

It was a Dalmatian puppy called Spot. belonging to the children up at Ringtye Farm. with the play- ful stupidity of its kind, it bound- ed down from the bank, straight under the wheels of the car.

Anne screamed. There was I screeching of brakes and the car swung violently to avoid it. In that fleeting moment it came to her that the bandit at least had a spark of decency.

she hea.rd.a pitiful yelp. The car

had been broken off perhaps three weeks ago.

For instance, Farmer might plod in for a stamp. ‘And did she?" Mrs. Plumley would say eagerly. without any preamble.

“Ah, she did."

“There. now! Like the other one." Mrs. Plumle-y was brilliant at that sort of thing. At present she was probably practising it, for she had gone off to the general shop to buy some tapioca.

Anne began to turn the heel of

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chsffincn that had dared to dis- tunb the drowsiness with its met- allic chirplrm. Anne signed a lit- tle. It was all very kindly and peaceful, but it would have been rather nice to be somewhere else- say, at the Royal cafe in Whinford, listening to the orchestra, and hav- ing morning coffee with an attrac- tive boy. Guy Dixon was a good sort. He would do for this imaginary jaunt to the Royal, though she would prefer that friend of his, Mm-tin Falkner. Guy had brought him along to the tennis club twice. and somehow she had wanted to fail in love with him. Nobody could halve called him good-liking. He was tall and thin, with untidy hair and a distinctly plain face. Each time he had seemed abstracted, oven worried. she had wanted to an! in him gently "Can't I help you. Please tell me all about it." of course, it was ridiculous. Per- haps he wasn't worried at all. But the fact remained, he had stirred up a kind of wistful sympathy in her. It was a pity Guy had???» brought him along again. The last time had been over A month ago. other girls, she sumosed, would hgivg made opportunities I01‘ HERI- , They would have raked up

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skidded at a right angle and its bonnet thudded into the bank. It rocked, alewed back. She could see the puppy sprawled in the road. Down the steps she raced, and not until she had reached the puppy did she realise that the bandit had shut off the engine and got out of the car. He was a tall thin young man, wearing shabby grey flannel trousers, with a cap pulled well down over his eyes.

“ r iitti. beggerl Is he hurt?" The voice was quite different. from that other thick harshness, and . familiar. Raising her head. she saw bandit’s face for the first time-

It was Martin Falkner.

"You!" she gasped.

He stood staring at her incredul- ousiy, his mouth working. It. was plain he was equally astounded. The puppy stirred. and whimper- ed. That broke the Spell. Falkner stooped over it, his fingers running gently along the silky legs. The puppy's eyes were frightened and appealing. It tried to lick his hand.

He said: "The bones are all right .- . . Nothing wrong with his back

. . Oh, that's it. Lodi."

There was a cut on the inside of the near hind leg. The hair and skin had been torn away, leaving a shallow wound about an inch long

“Steady, old D03’. I W0n'i- hurl: you." stroking it with a light, re- assuring touch, he picked up the puppy and carried it to the side of the road He held out his handker- chief to Anne, and she dipped it in the tiny stream gurgling along the gutter. The puppy tried to shrink away as he began to bathe the wound, and Anne said:

"Let me do it while you keep him still."

He went on stroking the pupil)‘ and talking to it in the quiet, 1118810 way given only to those whom ani- mals trust. Anna cleaned the wound, tore it strip of tho handker- chief, and bound up the leg.

"Cheer up, spot," she said. “You'll soon be runninc about anin. 11111 of beans"

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Anne put the Puppy d0Wi1 011 9-11° bank. she was watching Falkner with a wincing dismay.

He said at last: "Seems funny. But for that PHPDY . . . but I had to stop, suppose you think I’m a may black-guard. If I’d known who it was-——”

“Does that make any difference?” she spoke in a little, hard voice. “No."

"It, might have been old Mrs. Plumley. The shock might have giv- en her ii heart attack. D'you thunk of things like that when you prec- tise your—sporiing profession?” “No . . . I just crept up the steps, and saw a. girl with her back turned and—t.ook the chance." His fingers were plucking at each other. "I didn't dream you——"

“D0%n't make the slightest dif- ference. As a matter of fact, I've been here a week."

“You'd better give me in charge," he said dully.

She crossed to the car and took out her. knitting bag, stufled with the coin and notes. He was still staring at he road, unmovlng. There was nothing alarming about this bandit now. He had become a hunted boy, sick with shame.

Anne wished she could loashe him. But it was impossible. He seemed so dispirited and hopeless. so much in need of help.

“How long have you been doing this sort of thing?" She could not hide her own unhnppinesa.

At that he looked up at her. “It was my first shot. You don't under- stand."

"I understand that only a month ago you were playing tennis with me, and I thought you were a unc- ent, man, not a " Her mouth quivered.

The puppy crept up to him. He began to stroke it’: ears.

“It’s all very well to talk,” he said. with a. sudden nerceness. "You don't understand." Then he shrug- sed his shoulders. not defiantly, but with a weary resignation. “But it's no use whining You'd better give me in charge.“

Anne found herself smiling iamt ly. She pointed up and down the road.

“Chelham Parva isn’t full of police. In fact, it's the most deserted vil- lage I've ever encountered. So in the meanwhile, if you like to tell me-Why.” Or. an impulse she stretched out and touched his arm. “If only you've got some excuse," she said huskily. “It may sound brazen, but I can't help it. I don't care. I—-like you .and I want to go on liking you. If only there's some reason to forgive you——"

That seemed to break him. He sat down abruptly on the bank, his head in his hands.

He said: “I'd be better out of the world. If I'd known I was threaten- ing you. I'd—But what's the good? As you've said. it doesn't make any

difference. I'm a dirty, bullying thief, a criminnl." Anne's smile appeared again.

There was not much of the bully about this drooping and despo.nd- ent flmire. The puppy had snuggled up to him and put its head on his knee.

“Why did you do it?"

“Because I was half-mad. I'd got to do something I'd been out of a. Job for six months. When Guy Dixon dragged me along to the ten- nis club, he lent me a racquet and some flannels. I'd pawned mine. He made me play. He said I was otting so depressed about things, a t of tennis would take my mind off wor- rying for a few hours.’ ’

Anne nodded. “The first time I met you—-but go on."

"I couldn't get a job anyhow. Two years ago I qualified as an archi- tect . I was willing to do anything and everything, but » . . you know how things are. Everybody hard up, everybody cutting down their staffs." He made a queer sound, and glanced at her. “But you dan’t want to hear this self-pltying stud,"

"I do. Please tell me.”

"I did a bit of Jobbing gardening. A shilling an hour. It helped. But it didn’t help enough . My ma.- tei-'a a widow. Her investments were in shipping. When the slump came. she lost practically everything. We’ve been living on about fifteen bob 9. week , in a couple of horrible little rooms—and she's ill . . Pio- ple don't understand."

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side road in Whinforli. I took it. I runembexed this post office here. what A lonely posltlonoit was, and -2? knawdthe rest." no sci . "I know you stopped when you thouirht you‘d run over this 17111397. Still, to threaten A girl with s revolve--—" It was the one ' thing she could not entirely forgive. He laughed bleukiy, and milled something out of his pocket. "couldn't. do much harm with it." Anna stu-ted. It Wu A water Pistol. the rubber bulb broken. "I picked it up outside the aroma iaor school in wmnfcd tho etha- ,_.. A son» of mid sad obmdifi

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then eyed Falkner in a questl ' -- way.

“A blue. four-center Lenin-. N0. N3 893, taken from south Road. Whinford, at 9.20 am. this morn-

Perspimtion gelamed on Falkner-'3 forehead. He could not int out I word.

In the crisis. Anne become in- spired. she held up the knitting bag, full of money. She 513039

uickly, convincingly.

q “Listen, officer. I can describe the man who stole it._It'a the some brute who held me up in the 90815 office and stole this."

“Held you up, Miss!" said Hold. startled out of his official solem- nity.

"Yes. Not ten minutes agoi My bed: was turned. A voice suddenly ordered me to hold up my hands and not move. A hand came round and emptied the-till into my knit- ting bag. As the man went out. I rushed fitter him. screaming. He jumped into this car. Just then this gentleman appeared. coming up the road. He leapt at the car, and tried tograp the manand the car swerved into the man, and ran over this puppy. The thief sprang out and ran. But this gentleman had pluckily grabbed the bag. He was hurt and I had to attend to him. Othterwise we'd have chased the thie .1’

PO. Bond was all. excitement. “Quick, Miss! which-way did he take?"

"He tore straight down the road.’ ‘ t was he like? A brief des- cript on. "He was short and broad.” said Anne calmly, "and he had a. heiwy brawn mustache, a blue suit. and I grey soft hat."

The constolble did not wait to note it down in his book. He jumped on to his cycle and Pfidslled off down the road for all he was worth.

Falkner said chokiiy you're an nngfili"

"And you're an architect," said Anne. "and when the Post office hear what a good turn you've done them, and how you saved their money, they jolly well miilht to find, you a job. and D.Ii‘£i'W&f'd&-——--' There she stopped. But actually did not stop there. Since F'all<ne‘r's plans have been accepted for the huge new head office to be con- structed at Rothenbridge he has bought two important item.s—an engagernent ring, and a. green and silver collar for the puppy up at Ringtye Farm.

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UNIQUE WOMAN?

NDON-When a. woman plain- tiff said she always told the truth. Registrar mend said “you must be the person whom most people con- nected with the law has been look- ing for--t.he unidue woman of the century."

AIIGTIOI SALE

I will sell by public auc- tion at 93 Queen Street on Friday the 17th day of July at 2 pan. the following articles: 3 typewriters, 3 cheque writers, 36 Dominion storage files, legal letter and invoice and cheque size, 50 Colytt Telephone memo, 1 set of eighty-five books of a doctor's library, 1 surgical apparatus, 1 Ilutching spool and wire paper fastener, 1 safe made for account regis- ter, 2 sideboarda, mahogany table, 1 birds eye maple table and othei-‘small tables, mahogany couch, 2 hall racks, chairs, grandfather‘: clock, desks and a lot of sec- ond hand furniture. Terms

cash. JOHN P. BRADLEY & C0., Auctioneer; L-6118

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Ashes to Ashes Gold from Dust

UPPAWA. July i6—(O.P.)— 'rhar'a gold in than thnr wcilsl When officiah of the Royal Mint here decide to move into their new wing and the vacated room; are thoroughly cleaned. it is , * * many thousands of dollars worth of goldwiiiberecoveredffom the sweeplngs.

J. C. Campbell, master of the mint. said it was ‘ possible to eat- timste just how much gold will be covered but it is likely a very large amount of the precious metal will be swept from the walls, ceilings and floors of the rooms. This re- claimed gold consists of billions of tiny particles which have been carried off by the smoke and gases from the huge smelting furnaces and eventually come to rest on the walls and floors.