J The 'Pioneers "BY KATHARINE SUSANNAH PRICHARD 2 ee =39 == : Copyright by Hodder and Stoughton. CHAPTER XXXV.--(Cont'd.) shiver and I wonder what harm it is Davey led his horse into the pad- he is planning for us." dock beside the church where the ve- Her voice went to Davey's heart. hicles which had brought the hill folk\ «p 1ow mother," he said. "But to the township were standing. The ju; uy right soon. The old man'll horses out of the shafts, their heavy pull up when I come home. Ill tell harness still on their backs, "Were pi, 1 hean to be all he wants me to feeding, tethered to the fence, or t0 1. 1 was a fool before, though I don't the wheels of the carts and buggies. tpi 11 could go on in the old way He stood beside the high, old- cyen now. But he'll be reasonable if fashioned buggy that had brought go the right way about asking him. Mary and Donald Cameron to Wirree- yz got a deal more sense than I had. ford. He rubbed his hand along I've sobered down a lot . .. can see Bessie's long coffin-box of a nose, and things straighter. I won't be having told her on a drifting stream of any dealings with McNab again--and * thought that he had decided to go PII get father to cut him. The pair home, to ask his father to forgive of us'll be more than equal to him. him, and that he meant to try to get But I've got to finish my job with' on with him again. Her attitude of Conal first . . . it wouldn't be play- attention and affection comforted him. ing the game to leave him just now." The people began to come from the «Ig jt Conal you've been working church. They stood in groups by the with, Davey?" her eyes went up to The Toronto Hespital for Incur- ables, in affiliation with Bellevue and Allied Hospitals, New York City, offers a three years' © urse of Train- ing to young women, having the re- fa quired education, and desirous of be- coming nurses. This Hospital has adopted the eight-hour system. The pupils receive uniferms of the School, a monthly allowance and travelling expenses to and from New York. For further information apply to the Superintendent. "McNab was tellin' him you'd made- up to marry her. You should have heard - Conal go off," somebody shouted. . "Where is he?" There was a sharp- ness about Young Davey's question that nobody liked. "Who? McNab?" "No, Conall!" : McNab had come into the bar and was standing watching him, his face livid. : "Round somewhere lookin' for your blood," the same jovial youngster, who had first spoken, cried. "Seen him go up towards the store a while ago, Davey," Salt Watson said slowly. No one smelt mischief brewing quicker than he. He had seen McNal's face. He knew Young Davey's tem- pgr and the sort of me he was grow- doorway talking to each other. One or two men came into the paddock to harness up for the home journey. Davey put the mare into her shafts. He was fastening the traces when Mary Cameron came round the back of the buggy. A catch of her breath told that she had seen him. "Davey!" she cried. He saw her face, the light of her eyes. "Mother!" he sobbed. His arms went round her, and his face with the rough beard--such a man's face it had become since it last brushed hers--was crushed against her cheek. "I'm coming home," he said, his voice breaking. "Not now, not to- night, but in a little while. T'll ask the old man to forgive me and see if we can't get along better." "Davey! Davey!" she cried softly, looking into his face, a new joy in her own. "Oh, but they are sad days, these. Have you heard what they are saying of your father? They tell me that you have been over the ranges." "Yes," Davey said. She scarcely recognized his voice. "It's because of father--because of what they're say- ing--I'm coming home. I won't have them say it... after all he's done ...do you think I'm going to let him lose it, if I can help it." There was a passionate vibration in his voice. "How did it happen? I saw vow on riday and followed you home." "Oh, my boy!" Her hand trembled on his shoulders. "It was you then? What's come to your f .her I dc know at all. He's not she samé man he used to be. It's that man at the Black Bull. He's got hold of him--I don't know how . .. but he's been drinking there often now, and he never used to be a drinking man-- your father. I think it was his dis- appointment with you at first . . I'm not blaming you, Davey. It wasn't to be expected you'd do anything but what you did. I'm not blaming you. But there were the long evenings by ourselves, after you'd gone." He sat eating his heart out about it before the fire, and I couldn't say a word. | He was thinking of you all the time --but his pride wouldn't let him speak. He was seeing the ruin of his hopes for you. He meant you to be a great man in the district. Then McNab began talking to him. Your father thinks MeNab's doing him a good turn in some way, but I feel it's nothing but evil will come to us from him. The sight of the man makes me MOTHER! MOVE CHILD'S BOWELS "California Fig Syrup" is Child's Best Laxative A teaspoonful of Hurry Mother! "California Fig Syrup" now will thor: | oughly clean the little bowels and in a few 'hours you shave - a well, playful Even if cross, feverish, of cold, child again. biliems, constipated or full childrén. love its "fruity" taste, and} mothers can rest easy because it never fails to work all the souring food and nasty hile right out of the stomach and bowels without griping or upsetting the ck 3d. Tal your druggist you want only the genuine "California Fig Syrup" which has directions for babies and children of all ages printed on bottle. Mother, you must say "California." his anxiously. | "Yes," he said. | "Your father's been talking a lot about this work of Conal's," she went on, a troubled line in her forehead. "He says the Schoolmaster's in it too. MeNab's been talking to him about it, and they mean to interfere in some way. He's talked a good deal about it (when he didn't know he was talking, driving home in the evenings. But McNab's making a fool of Fim for his own purposes, and to do harm to Mr. Farrei, I think. It was trying to tell your father that, but he wouldn't hear me. Oh, why have you got your- self mixed up with duffing and crook- ed ways, Davey?" "What did he say?" Davey asked. "I don't remember all of it." She swept her brow with a little weary gesture. "It was all mumbling and muttering, and I couldn't hear half what he said--but it was to do with cattle. And to-day McNab came over to the yards as soon as we arrived and I heard him say: 'I've got word where there's a mob with brands won't bear lookin' into, to-night. TI'll tell M'Laughlin, and he'll get a couple of men to work with him. If you'll come round to the parlor we can fix up what's to be done.' " Davey jerked his horse's bridle, pulling him round to mowat. I. "1 meant to take you home myself to-night, mother," he said. "But I'll {have to find Conal and tell him this. There's no time to lose." } be all right, Davey," she said asly. "Pll go and wait for | your rather at McNab's. He's there | now. - And we're quite safe with Bess {taking us home. She knows every linch of the way." Davey kissed her hurriedly. He turned out of the church pad- dock towards Hegarty's. There was {a dance in full swing, and he thought that Conal might be there. But al- though a new fiddler was in his ele- ment and most of the young people in the district jigging, Conal was not. He went back along the road to Me- ' Nab's. ' Outside, in the buggy, Mary Cam- eron was sitting. She turned and 'smiled when he rode up to her. Her face had a shy happiness, but the pa- 'tience and humility of her waiting 'attitude infuriated him. He swung off his horse and opened 'the door of McNab's side parlor. Cameron was sitting at-the small, uneven table, a bottle of rum and glasses before him. McNab on tne other side of the table, leaning across it, was talking to him, his voice run- ning glibly. The light of an oil lamp on the table between them showed his yellow, eager eyes, the scheming in- tensity of the brain behind them, the lurking half-smile of triumph about his writhing, colorless lips. Mec- Laughlin, leaning lazily back in his chair, his long legs stretched under the table, sat watching and listening to him. : McNab sprang to his feet with an oath when he saw Davey in the door- way. "Mother's waiting for you outside," he said, lifting Donald Cameron by door. is turned on McNab with his back it. "Pll be looking after my father's affairs from this out," he said. "And you remember what I promised you if you interfered with me again . . you'll get it sure as I live." He slammed the door. = Donald Cameron, stupid with Me- Nab's heavy spirits, was unprepared for this masterful young man whose rage was burning to a white heat. He went with him as quietly as a child. Davey heiped him into the buggy. "Keep him away from MeNab," Le said to his mother. "and I'll be home as soon as I can." She smiled, the shy, happy smile of ja girl, nodded to him, and they drove off. : Davey went back into the bar of the Black Bull, with its crowd of stock- men, drovers, shop-keepers and sale- yard loungers. : : "Where's Conal?" he asked. "Does anybody know if he's left the town yet??? There was a roar of laughter. "He was looking for you an hour ago, Davey," a drunken youngster yelled gaily. "Wag in here, 'n McNab gave him a turn about the School- Refuse any imitation. the elbows and leading him to the| ing. He knew Conaiy too, and that no love yas lost between them. It was an urgent matter would send Davey looking through the town for Conal that way, he guessed, and know- ing something of the business they had in hand, as an oid roadster al- ways does, imagined the cause of the urgency. : McNab looked as if Davey's anx- iety to find Conal had taught him something too. 29 Davey flung out of the bar. He straddled his horse again and went fiying off down the road to the store. Conal was not there. Someone said he had been, and set out for the hills an hour earlier. Davey made off down the road again, doubling on his track, past the Black Bull. He thought that he would catch up to Ceonal on the road, and that they would be back at Steve's before M'Laughlin and his men were out of Wirreeford. The culvert over the creek that he had watched Bess shy at and take in her own leisurely fashion a week be- fore, was not half a mile from the out- skirts of the township. The creek banks on either side were fringed with wattles and light-woods. 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