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By J-iam Fisher,

MEN'S MADE TO MEASURE And STOCK

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2 _ . o Farmer Brown's boy was reading ' a story written in the snow and \ e now he was almost at the end. t Woiijrld it be a sad ending or a glad g en rig? Or would there be both ‘L ‘L “_ n, P, z sadness and gladness? in a mo- ‘ , ment or two he would know.

"-- E lltlillwlll‘ i ntiiﬁilii£1§...i-'3§'....‘L”°it§ 5-‘ ‘ ' t. G Street § caught one of Farmer Brown's Z claglraqgxxu P“ . Hens aha had carried it iiwsy. It z ' g was a bold thing, a daring thing.

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n Council, Knights oi Columbus ore 45 card party on Wednesday evening,

P. M. for members and -their friends.

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l will do my best for your Ward and

the citizens in general.

E. WARREN. HOUSTON

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A Candidate for Ward Three

Having been requested by a number of citizens, l have

decided to run for councillor in. Ward Three.

CLOTHING .l. P. iiaolllersoii & Son 151 Queen Street (Iii Thornton W. Burgess) o o-e-oe-eo-e-eawo‘ Joy or sadness must attend 7

Every story at the end. —Farmer Brown's Boy.

to do in broad daylight. Farmer Brown's boy was sure that only a very. very hungry Fox would have been so bold, especially when he couldn't help leaving foot- prints in the snow, a trail every one could follow easily.

It had led Farmer Brown's boy a long way to a lonely hollow sel- dom visited by any but the shyest of wild folk. Reddy Fox had just ruii out from the brush at the bottom of the hollow and was standing still watching from a short distance. Lying in the brush was another Fox, \vho made no at- tempt to run, or cvcn to get up on his feet. "He is in trouble. Something has happeinedho him." thought Farmer Brown's boy as he hurried forward. ' He was right: It was a young Fox and he was in the very worst

Contract Bridge l

By Josephine Culbertson

- CAUSE FOR SUSPICION The scene was a duplicate game, or rather. the inevitable re-hash- ing that followed the evening's play. “Was it you." one player said to another, “who went down

As a property owner. to fill the vacancy in th

very sudden demise of t

he late Samuel Doyl

me to call on you personally to solicit your support-

l have had previous ser you elect me as your represe

betterment ot the City interest.

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ax 4 a 2 vice ct the Council Board, and should ‘paciﬁc: ntative l will use my energies for the "52 whole, and Ward 3 will be my chiet ‘Q 1m 8 ‘q 5 a 1o s wNE $381551 Yours very truly. Eégt S i‘? 1° 5 . EEFE - GEORGE R K :2: 6 Q A. 4. 4. a J a a 4 s

BY KEll REYNOLDS

To The Electors iii Ward Three

l am altering as o Candidate in Ward 3, e Council which has been created by the e. Time will not permit

at three notrump on board four- teen?" Sheepishly, the other admitted that it had indeed been he. “But I'll bet you didn't get the defense I gotl" he said bitterly, and pro- ceeded to elaborate. This had been the deal:

South dealer. North-South vulnerable blotch-point duplicate.

‘iilO embittered ex-deciarer had sat South and reached three no- trump by bidding that was perhaps open to criticism. West opened the spade queen. From here we will let South take over the descrip- tlon: "I put up dummy's king and led a club. Okay so far? East played the club queen! I won with the ace, then led a heart back to

"Poor little Fox” murmured Farm-

trouble a Fox or any other

Mother Nature's children can get in. He was held last by one paw in the cruel. merciless Jaws of a steel trap. and he had been for several days. freckled face of Farmer Brown's boy was filled with, mingled pity and anger as he knelt beside the Fox and saw in the eyes watching

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dummy and played another club toward my own hand. This time East played the six-spot-and how could I tell what to do? I cer- tainly didn't want West to get in with the blank ten. and it looked as though East had origin- ally split his honors from king- queen-small. so I put up the club jack-and the ceiling fell on mel West won the trick with the king and, seeing that there was noth- ing in spades or hearts for his side, made the desperation shift to the diamond king. After that. there was no way that I could avoid the loss of three diamond tricks and two clubs." It is true that this declarer ran up against formidable defense, and on the surface lt appears that he did not commit any palpable error. Nevertheless, his psychology was bad! A good player. such as East obviously was. does not or-

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he usually smiling,

him so intently fear and despair.

Farmer Brown's boy spoke softly, gently, soothingly. for he knew the power of mere sound of the human voice so used to ease fear and establish faith and confidence even thought the spoken words are mis- understood. For a few minutes he merely talked in a low voice as if they two had known each other always. and were old friends. All tho time he was looking" things over. trying to decide what was best to do.

From a short distance Roddy Fox was watching and on his sharp face was a. look of satisfaction as if he were sure that now every- thing would be all right. Close by the trapped Fox a mass of feathers told him what had become of that Hen. Reddy had shared it with the starving and helpless Fox. He might even have merely looked on despite his own hunger. knowing

the greater need of the trapped 0X19. Farmer Brown's boy continued

to talk soothingly as he looked at that swollen paw in those cruel laws. but his mind was filled with anger toward the heartless trap- per who had been too lazy or

" thoughtless to visit this trap every

day. He knew by what he could see that this trap had been unat- tended for several days. Slowly he reached to take hold of the trap, all the time talking gently. The Fox made no attempt to bite. Perhaps he understood that here WES l friend who wgg "Vi"! l0 hell). That is what Farmer Brown's boy thought and still thinks. Perhaps it was that the Fox was too weak to try to bite. His eyes were fixed on the hands that were trying to pres; down the spring and release those "I181 Jaws. At last the paw was free. The Fox made an attempt to get on his feet but he was too weak to walk. He lay down again panting, and the look of hopelessness re- turned to his eyes. Farmer Brown's boy reached out and very gently stroked him. Perhaps there was something in the touch of his hand akin to the sound of his voice, for some of the wildness and fright left the eyes Watching him so intently. “Poor little Fox!” murmured Farmer Brown's boy. "What are we do to now? I can't leave you here. If that hard-hearted Trap- Der shouldn't return and find you you would almost certainly starve t. death for you will be in no con- dition to catch foor for yourself a while yet. I'll have to manage somehow to take you home. For- tunately for you. I have a perfect right tn. for this trap is on posted land where setting traps is against the law." '

He slipped off his outer coat, gently" wrapped ft around the Fox.

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