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Council at Special Meetings Accepts Tender of Special Meeting Wellesley Township Council met at Crosshill, Monday, July the 15th, 1929, 2 o‘clock in the afternoon, to receive and consider tenders for the complete construction of a steel and concrete brldge at or near Lot 2, concessions 10 and 11, westernâ€" section, of the Township of Wellesâ€" ‘ley. known as the Logel bridge. ‘ H. E. Schnarr, E. .C. Knoblauch and ‘the Dufferin Paving & Crushed Stone Co. Limited. Three tenders were received from the following:â€" After due consideration the followâ€" ing resolution was adopted:â€" Moved by P. A. Wagner, seconded | by L. Baechler; that the tender of E. C. Knoblauch, to construct and complete the Logel bridge according to the plan and specifications of the engineer in charge (if approved by the Department of Highways of Onâ€" tario) for the sum of two thousand five hundred ($2500.00) dollars and the sum of fifty ($50.00) dollars for extra filling up wingâ€"walls and apâ€" proach to the bridge.â€"Carried. ‘ Change of Council Meeting Wellesley Council‘s regular August meeting, which was published to be held Monday, Aug. the 5th, 1929, will be held Tuesday, Aug. the 6th, inâ€" |stead, at the usual hour. Peter F. Schummer, I Township Clerk. 10 Guetph Street PRESTON, ONTARIO Minard‘s Liniment for Earache E. C. Knoblauch. {uunfi“n&&‘fi% . ,u. Each time he thought it # “ to an his. own body, lunching ~forward, gon,$"* ~â€" _ _â€" _ â€"â€"â€"Se 8 060 00â€" swept away at least half of his work.‘ ‘ It had become bitterly cold. ‘The ‘mum“fl;-fll‘l was far along. How many for the whole lanuch to turn over, hours had he worked on that blastâ€" ‘vdh‘ for the first jots of y‘r'dwmm.cm that should tell him he was sinking. three. ‘It had been past midnight Sweat gummed his eyes. His hands when they left BattloAz. He had were ghastly cold. Once, .ewinging‘run an hour before the engine stop. his light, he saw McCarthy hunched ped. ‘One, two, and perhaps two over in a corner with one hand more . .~ . It might be six o‘clock. ‘opened and closing on His chest. _ |Somewhere about six. Daylight must Like the mouth of dying fish, the be near. . But how far had he drift hand looked. Norman returned to ed? Was the shore a mile abead, work. or ten miles? ‘Was it sand or reefe? "Tend to him later," he muttered,| He pressed the tiller to port. The "makes no difference. ‘Who wants!bow tipped impishly in a hollow be to be comfortable drowning?" |t'oe- two great waves. Norman‘s ‘The word angered him, once spokâ€"!teeth struck together, while he rollâ€" en. ‘Drowning! That was a silly|ed a precarious moment in a trough thing to say. He stiffened his knees.|so deep that even the winds were Drowning? Who could think of|shut out.© He could make little headâ€" drowning? ‘This boat would hold.!way. If he could hold even, that "‘Tend to him later," he muttored, "makes no difference. ‘Who wants to be comfortable drowning?" ‘The word angered him, once spokâ€" en. ‘Drowning! That was a siHy thing to say. He stiffened his knees. Drowning? Who could think of drowning? This boat would hold. Gustaf Erickson had built her. Someâ€" how his mind felt respect for any boat his father had built. She was sound. Every plank and rib, every rivetâ€"butt, sound! She had never gone down with Gustaf. He had died ashore, died wet, but on land. ‘There was proof of a good boat. He ‘jerkâ€" ed the trailing wire to a spark plug. Once more he spun the flywheel. Twice, a third time. Still no life. Another hour he labored. ~He stagâ€" gered forward at last and peered through the sprayâ€"blown glass. He could see no light, only the black face of night, shutting out winds and water and fast flying sky: He returned aft. His foot tripped near the engine. Stooping down, he felt a square obâ€" ject. The battery box! What a fool he was! No wonder she wouldn‘t start. ‘The box was out of place He never had thought of the batteries. He wedged them back where they beâ€" longed, working now in the dark, by the sense of touch in hQ chill bruisâ€" ed fingers. ~ His shoulders had stiffened this time when he twisted the wheel. The exertion tore their cords. His nose was bleeding. it was dark, he could not see blood, only he tasted it zs he opened his mouth, gasping for breath. The priming can rattled against the cups. Again, with a heart breaking effort he swung over the flywheel. The engine ~ sputtered, with a small clucking noise as if surprised at itself. He cranked the wheel again. Suddenly, so suddenly that Norman teetered on his feet, Gusâ€" taf‘s motor sprang back to life, beâ€" gan an unexcited and even vibration, purred easily. There in the cabin its voice rose in a calm, competent murmur, a positive tone, sane in the midst of a world gone made outside, an unbroken tempo under the exploâ€" sive vociferations of the elements. ‘Norman struggled toward Mcâ€" Carthy He shook his wet shoulders. "I say, Doctor!" The doctor stirred. One knee bent convulsively. "I‘m ready to go back up!" Norâ€" man shouted. "You better crawl forward there. Under the peak. . get a bit of ballast. . . . keep you from rolling." He dagged the physician past the threatening flywheel and stowed him forward under the bow deck, bracing him down with nets and a cork belt. At the steérn he lifted the.trap and staggered out again into the sight less immensities of the night. It was hideous this time. For oae} sickening minute, Norman considerâ€" ed retreat. At least he couldn‘t see down there in the cabin, couldnt‘ see the waves or feel the wind. Burst the hinges off hell, old Stocking had predicted. Or was it his father who had said that? Weakly he clung, half bent, to the wet, tipsy, cabin rail, suddenly remembering that story, hearing Gustafs singsong voice: ‘‘Waves so big we was glad when night come so we don‘t have to see them!" land." 7 A moment Norman faltered. Then he slammed down the trap. A sea slapped his, face. The tiller yanking at its lines under foot, banged against his left ankle. He released the lines and gripped the cak bar between his heels. The boat gladly answered the push of its proâ€" pellor. It nosed energetically through an overwhelming wave. Norman, clinging to the hand rail, felt the water as it swept over him, tearing the sou‘wester from his aching head. He closed his eyes . . . . funny McCarthy and hé both losing their hats. A wave stung his scalp. Funny! father‘s craft was rising high on the top of another roller. He tried to make out the glare of Blind Man‘s Eye ahead, or, rearward, the somber red flash of Battle AzOn the crest of the next wave he attempted again. sides. What did that mean? What could it mean? One thing, one only. Pog and this ecreaming maniac of | tic wind« rippod.holes in the scud | the lato home. Service was held at a sea. Fog and these blasphomous |ding ~tog.â€" The horizon â€"marched | the 8t.~Poter‘s Lutheran Church winds. Fog. . . . lost in fog . . |backward. : Once, while chanky after which interment was made in "What‘s a bit of thick weathor?‘clouds glowered Overhead, Norman ‘the Heidelberg comptory. | . _ | tale of the schooner "Gottâ€" away. Wind? No, not wind. It came to steadily, a distant and indis tinct snore. Battle Ax fog signal? Blind Man‘s Eye? No, too long a note for either of them. He heard it again. A vessel! That‘s what it was! _ A vessel . . . . one long, way. If he could hold even, that would be fair enough. Wait for dayâ€" ligt. If the gasotine lasted . . . Eh? What was that? He heard a sound down the squal ling wind, an infinitesimal sound, far His tried eyes picked through the darkness. Fresh squalls of wind flung buckets of stinging spray into the air, slanting across the cabin against his face. He squinted through them, heard the wind rising, felt the whole boat, planks and ribs and keel, tremble in the face of the wrathful gale. He‘d need a distress signal himself in a minute.! unbroken suppliant blast. "Distress‘" Norman told himself; he squatted low against the cabin. "Vessel in distress. . Continuous blast." + ‘The storm doubled its fury. In an immense Barbaric temper it flung screeching and shrieking across the distracted waters. ‘Norman cried aloud, his teeth chattering. . "Can‘t get worse. . . . that‘s the turning point!" . The night laughed. Insolently, to prove that he knew nothing of its strength, it slapped a million new winds, booted, roweled winds down ipon him. He sought the sky helpâ€" dessly. A faint luminance shone above the port bow. It spread across che mists, pierced the dull opacity of the night, threw a pallid ‘glow upon fog and water. It was day. The horizon ran backâ€" ward, halted at two hundred yards, and held fast. The ‘blast of the vessel in distress snorted down . the wind. A long steamy cry Much nearer. It seemâ€" ed close by. Norman stretched his aeck forward. . Five minutes blew past. ‘Then a blur of dark solidity ‘broke out of ihe watery walls. He could make nothing of it for a moment. Shapeâ€" ‘ese, high, a bulky immensity, it moved with a slow even motion. Then from one side an iron proâ€" peller took shape. It was the stern of a freighter. Useless rudder and propeller, trees high in the air. Her black funnel solled. Gradually, as she came nearâ€" er, her bow heaved into view, low in the water, with breakers smashing across the pilot house, flooding tre pbservation. An ore carrier, she proved to be, of old built and eight or ten hatches; sinking by the bow. The storm pushed her toward Norâ€" man. His eyes strained. The misty forms of five men clung to the taffâ€" rall.~ Forward of the coal bunkers, hanging to a line, he made out others. Easing to port, he felt the protection of the vessel‘s side and drove ahead, around her submerged bow. He saw empty davits swinging iike supplicating arms above the deckhouses. Empty. Their lifeâ€" ‘boats had been lost then . . . . . smashed, no doubt. The men were waving mechanical ly. But even as they waved a grayâ€" ish roller depressed the bow, flung up the stern, twisted it in a sideâ€" long gesture and amacked it down. It would have ripped to broken planks any craft venturing near just then. Norman steered off warily. ike a gull his boat rode high for a perilous moment; like a . gull it What could he do! How could one man in a small fish boat even hope to help those poor devils? Beâ€" sides, he had his own passenger to consider. Down there in the cabin was the doctor With windâ€"burned eyes he watchâ€" ed the tall carrier, glanced to lee ward, looked up toward the roiling funnel, felt icy spray in his face. ‘Nothing to do! Should he venture }too near the heaving side, his own boat would be crushed. He dared not approach. Well, he might stand by. Stand by it he could . . . . for end. The bow dipped lower. The mon on dock still waved. Franâ€" tic winds ripped.holes in the scud The ore carricr turned, swung end had an instant‘s view of miles of torn waters. ‘The lake frothed like a sea of India ink, black as peat in the depths, with opaque rollers topâ€" ped by yeasty froth. John Wagner A wel>known farmer, John Wagâ€" ner, of the Freeport district, passed away at his home early Friday mornâ€" ing following a few weeks‘ illness. Besides his wife there survive four daughters and one son. The funeral was held Sunday afternoon from his late residence to the Freeport United church for services and thence to the Freeport cemetery for interment. Mrs. Catherine Rickert ‘The sad intelligence was received by relatives announcing the death at Detroit on Friday of Mrs. Catherine: Rickert, a former resident of Kitchâ€" oner. She was visiting her daughter, Mrs. Collins, when death summoned her. She was born in Germany and was aged 82 years. Her husband preâ€" deceased her. There survive one daughter, Mrs. Edward Collins, of Detroit, two sons, Albert of Detroit and John of Kitchener. The remains were brought to Kitchener and the funeral took place from the home of John Rickert on Monday. Interment was made in the East End Lutheran cemetery. Stephen Lauber There passed away at Kitchener on Thursday, Stephen Lauber, who died at the home of his son, Henry Lauber, in his 89th year. Deceased was a resident of New Germany and a member of the St. Boniface Church. He is survived by 11 chil dren, Henry of Kitchener, Michael of West Montrose; Edward, Stephen and Albert, of Detroit, Mich., Jacob of Sandusky, Ohio; ‘Theresa at home, Mrs. Minnie Hoffman, Mrs. Raymond Stoeser, Mrs. Oscar Mowat, Mrs. Helen Weber, Kitchener; also four sisters, Mrs. Christie and Mrs. Hurley of Guelph; Mre. Drew, De troit, and Mrs. Ray, Ottawa. He was predeceased by his wife ten months ago. The funeral took place Monâ€" day morning at 9.30 o‘clock from his late residence in New Germany to the St. Boniface Church. Interment was made in the adjoining cemetery. * Henry Sattier One of Waterloo County‘s highly esteemed residents in the person of Henry Sattier passed away at his home near Heidelberg, in his 87th year. 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The funeral (private) was held Sunday. Mrs. Maryanne Weber ‘There passed away on Saturday afternoon, an esteemed resident of Waterlog township in the person « of Mrs. Maryanne Weber, widow of the late Mr. Henry Weber, who died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Daniel S. Shantz, Lexington. Deâ€" ceased was in her 77th year and had been in indifferent health for the past few years. She was born in Waterloo township and was predeâ€" ceased by her husband fourteen years. There survive three daughâ€" ters, Mrs. Eliza Brubacher and Mrs. Henry Brubacher, both of Hawkesâ€" ville, and Mrs. Daniel S. Shantz, of Lexington, and one son, Albert, of Blackie, Alberta. The funeral was held on Tuesday morning from the home of her daughter to Martin‘s ’ Meeting House for service. Interment took place in the adjoining cemetery. 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