COMPLIMENTS OF
Salmon Arm Co-operative
Creamery Association
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SALMON ARM, B.C.

MONTEBELLO HOTEL

C. L. WHELAN AND SONS
FULLY LICENSED
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Dining Room — Home Cooked Meals

SALMON ARM, B. C.
LARRY WHELAN, Manager

Telephone 31

FRONT STREET GROCERY

GROCERIES, FRESH FRUITS
and VEGETABLES
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Salmon Arm B.C.

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.

G. S. Robertson

CENTRAL SERVICE DEPOT
SHELL PRODUCTS

"Service That Pleases”
Phone 129

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SALMON ARM, B. C.

LAKEVIEW CABINS
R. P. ROBINSON, Proprietor
Overlooking Shuswap Lake on the
Trans-Canada Highway

Two Minutes’ Walk from Stores

SIMMONDS BEDS—CENTRAL CONVENIENCES
Hot .and Cold Showers

P. O. Box 272 Salmon Arm, British Columbia

WEST END SERVICE
Jack Milling, Proprietor
SERVICE WITH A SMILE
| GENERAL SERVICE AND REPAIRS
| SHELL PRODUCTS FIRESTONE TIRES
PREST-O-LITE BATTERIES

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ture and ease of bearing that seemed to
fit oddly with the life he was apparently
leading.

“Come right in,” he said. “You're just
in time for supper. Dave is out on the trap-
line. We expect him back sometime to-
night.”

The officers followed Protheroe inside. It
was a three-roomed cabin, plainly furnished
but unusually neat and clean, and betraying
the woman’s touch everywhere. There were
well chosen pictures on the walls, nicknacks
on little tables, easy chairs and an old couch,
with a stove going almost red-hot and a
radio discoursing operatic music, with
books and magazines lying around, all in the
main room. Beyond that, separated only
by a curtain, was another room, evidently
the bedroom, while beyond that again was
the kitchen from which appetising odours
wafted.

The men took off their moose-skin coats
and shook them free from the powdery snow
at the door, then turned to the warmth of
the stove. ;

“Sit down, fellows,” said Slim, in a
friendly tone, “and get the ice out of your

chides. Jean is busy with supper in the kit-

chen. She knows you’re here. Heard you
before I came out and knew just who you
were. That’s what generations of living in
the bush teaches.”

As noises came from the kitchen, young
Constable Greene’s curiosity was aroused,
and as the other two men conversed, his
eyes and his interest roved in the direction
of that kitchen.

“Man, but it’s good to feel the heat per-
colate,” said the sergeant, rubbing his hands
together toward the stove. “Pretty tough
sledding this time, Protheroe. Our friend
Dave will be good and ready to creep under
the blankets when he gets in tonight.”

“Yes—I guess so! But Dave’s a weather-
beaten old sourdough: never seems to mind
whether the weather is good or bad.”

“Don’t you ever go out on the traplines
yourself, Slim?” asked the sergeant gruffly.

“Me? No! There’s always plenty to do
in and around the cabin. Wood—chores,
you know! And I do the odd fishing. Be-
sides, Dave hates anybody butting into his
end of it.”

Goop MANNERS AND CULTURE IN BUSH

The woman of the house came in from
the kitchen, wiping her hands on her white
apron. She was fairly tall, slimly built,
and with a sinuous grace that is seldom
found in women of her station in the North,
especially after several years of humdrum
marriage. She had worn well. Her skin
had the whiteness of marble, almost too
white. Only her hair—black and straight
—-and her sombre dark eyes, betrayed the
Indian blood in her. She showed perfect
self-possession and had none of the broken
talk and half-shy, half-nervous manner of
the usual half-breed woman when in the
company of white people. She went over
and shook hands with Dalgleish.

“Thought it was you,” she said. “Police
dogs and police sleds have a special noise
of their own. It’s good to see you again,
especially whei there’s trouble around.

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“Time they were making you a staff.
sergeant, or a sub-inspector, or something,
big boy.”

She playfuly touched the sergeant’s arm,
and Dalgleish grinned and showed his teeth,

“Inspectors are not turned out in
batches,” he answered shortly. “And, say,
__this is Constable Bob Greene, Mrs. Proth-
eroe,” he added. “*Sunny’ for short—
Archibald when you wish to get his
Soelnnyy

Jean Protheroe went over and_ shook
hands with the constable. She smiled wear-
ily, but appraised him from head to feet
with the eyes of a connoisseur.

“New up here?” she remarked archly.

Her eyes finally caught and held those of
Greene. She was quick to note the interest
there and, as if satisfied for the time being,
she turned about.

“Supper is ready, gentlemen—all set_in
the kitchen. We won't wait for Dave. He
may be late, and you men must be fam-
ished.”

The men followed her to the kitchen

R. TURNER & SONS

Fruit and Vegetable Shippers

P. O. Box 68
Telephones:
Orchard 38L3 - Warehouse 149
SALMON ARM, B. C.

Phone 28 P.O. Box 537

ARMSTRONG FURNITURE
STORE

HOUSE FURNISHINGS and MEN’S WEAR
P. R. BAWTINHEIMER, Proprietor

Armstrong, B.C.

J. H. WILSON LTD.
Warehousemen and Shippers of
OKANAGAN FRUITS and
VEGETABLES
Specializing in the Famous
ARMSTRONG CELERY and HEAD LETTUCE
Armstrong, B.C.

Armstrong Sawmill Ltd.
Manufacturers
Box Shook

Rough and Dressed Lumber
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Armstrong, B.C.

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