taken into the dining room, Cullmer sat down at the head of the table. “Now, what's it all about?” It was some time before Terry subsided enough to give a coherent account of the dispute. When it came Loney’s turn to speak, he asked questions instead of answer- ing. “Who are you all? Why did this ape bring me here? What do you mean by keeping me by force?” Cullmer seemed to like the young man’s spirit. “No need to get excited, youngster,” he said, genially. ‘““You’re among friends. We know you've been away for two years. You look the proper kind. If you like our busi- ness maybe we'll take you in, and you'll do well.” When Visiting Revelstoke “The Mountain Paradise” All Comrades are Welcome at Branch No. 46 Canadian Legion B:E:5.L. Club Rooms: 600 First Street West * Pres. Williard Johnston, Secy. Geo. Barnes RH. Sawyer Manufacturer of LUMBER * REVELSTOKE, B. C. “The House of Comfort” * Revelstoke Hotel and Cafe Licensed Premises Moderate Rates * Revelstoke, British Columbia Fully Modern Page Seventy-two “What is your business?” “Ah!” Cullmer was enigmatic. “You'll know more about us when we know more about you. Are you willing to get acquaint- ed?” Loney looked at the little silver badges they wore. After pondering the letters “G. L. F. R.” for some time they began to mean something to him. With increasing confidence he studied the faces about the table. “Sure I want to get acquainted,” he said to Cullmer. “What do you want me to do?” A NEw CAREER Loney learned much about his immediate future that day, and actively entered on his new career several days later. He was genuinely interested, developed full confi- dence in Cullmer and Mrs. Wheeler and even tolerated or endured Terry’s ordering him about. It was a month before Loney was given a complete job to do by himself. First he had to secure a shabby suit and let his beard grow. Then, in a slum section of London, he rented the basement and street floor of a dilapidated little house. He gave has name as George Hamp and said he wanted the premsies for a rag shop. Several days later his “effects” arrived, a wagon full of old packing cases and great bags of cast-off clothing. He lived alone in his basement and seemed really engaged in the rag business. He made few friends in the neighbourhood, and as there was nothing attractive either about him or his business, the neighbourhood was content to leave him to himself. For some days his shopping—done at different stores, and always paid for in cash—consisted of gallons of kerosene and cans of oil, resin and pitch. At a dry goods store he bought several rolls of cotton tape. Late one evening, in the privacy of his cellar, when all his shopping was completed, he began to assemble it. In a wooden pail he made a mixture of oil, resin and pitch. With a house painter’s brush he applied the mixture to the wooden walls, floors and beams ot cellar and store. The mixture soaked well into the old wood. In the cellar - he placed a wooden packing case in the middle of the floor. This he filled with wooden shavings and old newspapers. Re- placing the wooden cover on the box, he stuck a tall, thick candle on top. He had previously let the cotton tape soak in kerosene. Now he took the dripping tape and cut it in several lengths. One end of each piece he attached to the body of the candle. The other end led either to a heap of shavings in an old egg box or to a packing case full of oily tow. Also he emptied gallons of kerosene on the great bags of rubbish which made up his “stock.” He dressed for the street and looked about him. Striking a match, he lit the plumber’s candle on the packing case. He closed the door carefully, watching lest the motion blow out the candle flame. Locking the street door, he made his way to an ale house several streets away, where he had of late been doing considerable solitary drinking. But on this night as he entered he received an uproarious welcome from a group that had come there for the first time. The mep and women in that group were such as one would expect to find in an ale house. “Georgie Hamp, by cripes!” they e claimed. “Where’ve you been all this time? MONTEBELLO HOTEL GLENN HUXTABLE, Manager Hotel Fully Licensed Dining Room Open All Year Salmon Arm British Columbia SALMON ARM FARMERS’ EXCHANGE Dealers in Flour, Feed, Hay, Etc. Packers and Shippers of Non-Irrigated Fruit and Vegetables COLD STORAGE SALMON ARM, B. C. COMPLIMENTS OF Salmon Arm Co-operative Creamery Association Salmon Arm, B. C. R. Turner & Sons Fruit and Vegetable Shippers P.O. Box 68 Telephones: Orchard 38L3 - Warehouse 56 | Salmon Arm, B.C. mM Armstrong Sawmill Ltd. Manufacturers Box Shook Rough and Dressed Lumber 8 Armstrong, B.C. * THE SHOULDER STRA?