at Kobert Borden, tha Tory leader,and his party in general.

Words browjh& on more words. The argument waxed hotter and hotter until the train arrived at York, where the disputants got off, shed their jackst: and proceeded to settle their quarrel with bare knuckles, on the station platform.

The entire passenger list, the train crew, and a crowd of local idlers crowded close to watch and to. shout advice and encouragement to ons combatant or the other, according to their party sympathies. For atime, the honors seemed quite evenly divided, but finally the Bordenite began to tire and the battle ended when he failed to rally after a knockdown.

The engineer now sounded his whistle; everyone climbed aboard, and the trip was resumed ten minutes behind schedule. The Liberals who had witnessed the affray were loud in their expressions of delight over the outcome, and declared the time well spent. The discomfited “Tories saidurs that drastic action should be taken -- against the conductor, naturally. But, so far as I ever heard, no repercussions followed the admittedly unorthodox performance. By the time the train had reached Mount Stewart, the principals had cooled down to the point at which they shook hands and declared the whole incident forgotten. |

On that long-ago Lecember morning, however, time was already beginning to run out for the sturdy old railroad. Within the next couple of years, preparations would be started for the establishment of a car-ferry system across the Straits. This called for widening of the track to match the standard gauge in use on the mainland. The result would be the disappear- ance of the familiar engines and the little cars that had served Island shippers and travelers for so long. Their successors, too, have succumbed to further steps on the march of what is said to represent progress. Buses and trucks have taken their place. And, while there may be beneficial

features in the transition to the present day order of hurry, hustle, air