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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1933-03-09, Page 2THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATETHURSDAY, MARCH Oth, 1933 INSTALMENTFOURTH words, perhaps they had been the conjuring of a semiconscious mind, founded on the thing that Pauline i had told him—“She doe® love some one—frightfully!” Was he the poor devil, then—pr the lucky man? It all depended so much upon which way one looked at the uestion. Dennis O’Hara sighed restlessly and shifted his stiff leg. He wished with all his heart that Barbara had I gone away before he came ome. She was irritating, disturbing influence. “Oh, Dennis—darling!” Pauline fyurst into the room like a whirlwind and flung herself on her each; knees beside him. “And I wasn’t here said; to meet you! Oh, w«iat a shame! i Does your leg hurt very much? 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This being so, a recent statement of the earl of Rose bery, on accepting the mastership of the Whadden chase, that this sport io in a very critical condition, came rath er as a surprise. He declared that five neighboring packs are having dif ficulty In finding maatera, and that sportsmen must rally around now, ~or see fox hunting go the way of hawk ing, His lordship ascribed the decline to hard times and high taxation. This might be considered bad news, even for the foxes, for from accounts of this sport that I have read, it would seem that the prey gets as much fun out of eluding the huntsmen, as the latter do in the galloping pursuit. After some of these old wily masters of the craft have learned the business, their chances of becoming a mere brush are comfortably few. Why, there are even some of these old fellows who pay visits to the kennels, If the huht Is not up regularly, to see what is keeping their little playmates! At least that’s the story told.—Border Cities “Dennis and I never be] Mistress and maid stared a,t ! friends,” she said positively. “And other aghast; then Pauline her hand and press-, what does it matter? No doubt it’s firmly: ‘ all my fault.” ! “I’ll go round to the shop myself.jit is lovely to see you back home." Pauline shook her head. “No, I There’s plenty of time before the! Her arms were round his neck, sure think Dennis is as much to blame as master comes. She went on her er- and she was kissing him rapturous- worse you are.(” she admitted. “It’s such a] rand With (cheerful readiineiss, al- iiy: even his coat came in fora share • pity, because you’re a darling, and, most running down the garden path. • Of attention. man, you] It was the slamming of that gate' “Steady-—my dear child!” Dennis ! that woke Barbara; she started up, glanced over his wife’s head to where j conscious of having long overslept, week and glanced at the clock beside her '' * I—half-past three* • | “Heaven! Whate waste of a life-! silence,' time.” She bathed hurriedly, dressed turning j and went downstairs; her headache ■ had not gone, and she felt a little heavy and depressed. The little maid heard her in the hall and came from the kitchen. “Can I get you anything, madam? Mrs. O’Hara said I was to go up presently and see if you were awake’ “I’ll have some tea, please.” Bar bara was at the door of the drawing room. “Why, what lovely flowers!” she said. “Are we expecting visit ors?” The maid giggled. “The master, madam! He’® coming home! It was to be a surprise, and—oh, dear, I believe there he is, and the mistress out! Oh dear, what will she not being here to meet him! long before his time, too.” She heard Dennis’s voice and pleasant voice of another man. “No, I won’t come in, thanks. You’ve seen enough of me during the last month. Some other time. Don’t overdo it, now—good-bye.” A moment, and Dennis was in the hall. L- .......... - that he was thinner, with greeting him excitedly. “I do hope your better, sir. It’s nice to see you home, I’m sure.” “Thanks.” Barbara waited for him to ask for But he did not—he came slowly some difficulty; then he Pauline took ed it. “I’m so glad Barbie,” she sobbed, “I’m thing- would have been much if you hadn’t been there.” Barbara drew her hand away. “I think they are bad enough as it is," she said. She looked across the room Dennis. T~ ly seemed to breathe. Supposing hei had heel killed? I Pauline had ceased sobbing, but her breath kept gasps. Sihe to the bed. “Dennis,” but he did and softly kissed his cheeks, turned again to Barbara, tears rain ing down her cheeks. “Will they let me take him home? “I think it would be very unwise,] my dear.” [ At that moment Dennis stirred a! little and flung out a hand. Pauline seized it and covered it with kisses. “Darling—darling!” He opened his eyes. They were (clouded still and far away, searched her face without recogni-! tion; then his lips moved slowly. Pauline bent to catch what he said “Barbara?” The name was unmis-' takable. ] Pauline answered at once: “Not hurt. She’ll all right, quite all, right.” i “Yes.” The faintest word of satis fied assent; then eyes closed again. Pauline turned to Barbara. “He wanted to know how you were. Isn’t that like him? .So unselfish. Oh, are you sure he will be all right.” “Quite all right, dear. Look, I think he’s asleep now.” i Suddenly Pauline spoke slowly. “I don’t believe he recognized me just now. I don’t believe he even knew who I was.” “I don’t suppose he did,’’she said evenly. “He was only half con scious, you know. I Pauline raised tragiic eyes. I “But he asked for you, he knew your name—he hadn’r forgotten that you were with him, though he seem ed to have slowly. Barbara you were with him,1 sobbed, lie's really rather a nice know, Barbie!” Barbara laughed. . It was the middle of *lt that Pauline announced the ___ ______ ________ that Den-; bed- He was so white, he, hard-, njS home on Friday. | There was a moment's 'then Barbara said calmly, the page j ing: “What to town “Barbie! Can’t you put it off? I wanted to celebrate. I’ve asked Pe ter to dinner.” “I’m sorry, but I’ve promised to lunch and go to a thertre with Cap tain Barnet!” Pauline sit on the “I wish that man, “My dear soul, why ever not?” “He’s married." “Well, that his misfortune, not got coming in little: up and crept close i ■whispered again, ] i she not hear her. She bent She of the book she was read- a pity! I shall have to go on Friday.” got up and came over to arm of her friend’s chair, you wouldn't go out with Barbie.” The.y1 his fault.” forgotten me,” she added did not answer. * * * month before Dennis was be taken home. Pauline You'd only if I were at home.’ he was anxious to Pauline told Bar- almost in tears. is true, begged go. to her she said men so to visit Paul- think It was a allowed to fretted and worried, but Dennis him self aided- and abetted the doctors. ‘‘My dear child, it’s far better to leave me where I am. wear yourself out “He didn’t say get back home,” bara afterward, Barbara had stayed on during Den nis's illness—reluctantly, it and only after Pauline had and implored of her not to Se said now in answer friend’s words: ‘‘Work means every thing to a man like Dennis—-it in cludes you and his home and every thing else.” Pauline reflected, then she sighed ‘‘I suppose you’re right,” at last. ‘‘You understand well.” Barbara flatly refused Dennis in the hospital, though ine protested that he would it unkin'd. Barbara laughed. ‘‘You flatter me,” she said mockingly. “Besides, I bate illness and hospital wards— the smell of drugs always makes me feel sick.” Pauline’s eyes grew wistful. ‘‘Wouldn’t you come and see then, if I were ill?” she asked. “You’re different.’ “Why?” Barbara frowned; "Well for thing, you rather like me, don’t you? Whereas Dennis—’’ Pauline broke in eagerly, he doesn't! He’s asked about ever so many times since the cident.” “That’s very kind of him,” “If you two could only be friends” breathlessly. Pauline said for the millionth time.; “Oh, please, madam, the fruit Barbara threw a 'Cigarette fireward. me, one her heels and dancing eyes1. to be. home.? Is- Oh, Dennis, I I Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, Ao. Money to Loan, Investments Made -Insurance Safe-deposit Vault for use of our Clients without charge EXETER LONDON HENSALL Star. Barbara stood, but she had calmly turned and walked out of the room. He gently put his wife from him. “You’ll have the maid in the room m a minute.” he protested. She sat ba|ck on looked at him with “Aren’t you glad n’t it -wonderful? could go mad with joy.” “I shouldn’t do that, if you,” he said comically, her hand and pressed it.“ I’m glad to be home, brought me in his car, in, but he wouldn’t come.” “Wise man! I suppose he guess ed we should like to bo alone, as it’s so long since you were here.” Dennis dragged himself to his feet “Confound my leg! Wonder how long it will be before I can walk de cently, tells me row.” “Yes. perhaps you all his hand and kissed it. “Baby!” Dennis said', “And what about tea?” “It’s coming see.” Pauline Dennis limped and looked out Very tidy and neat, very suburban, he thought, and wondered why it had never struck him in that light be fore. Life was inlclined to be hum drum— at least, his life was! Outside in the hall he heard Paul ine’s happy laugh, and' he checked his wandering thoughts with a firm hand. . “Ungrateful devil!” he apostro phized himself and turned to greet her as she came in. What more could one desire in a wife? -She was loving and pretty and charming, and yet------ “Doughnuts for tea!” she gaily. “You see I remembered fond you are of them.” Dennis allow her to instal in a corner of the couch, submitting with a good grace to be kissed before she gave him his tea. “Where’s Barbara?” he asked. “She’s coming in. I 1 thought we might like to Pauline said. “Oh!” Dennis frowned, he could cure Pauline of ment. Barbara came into the “Do I intrude? for tea. Mr. O’Hara.” ‘Why don’t you call him Dennis1?’ Pauline asked. “ ‘Mr. O’Hara seems so silly and formal.” “Well, if he doesn’t mind,” Bar bara said with a .charming smile. “Delighted,” Dennis mumbled. “No daughnuts for me,” Barbara said. “I have to consider my fi gure.” (To be continued) I were He took Of course Stornaway I asked him How English Merchant of 1480 Sought Custom of the earliest posters ever CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, Ac LOANS, INVESTMENTS INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Main Street, EXETER, ONT. At Lncan Monday and Thursday One printed In England is to be seen in the Bodleian library, and concerns a Sarum service book, printed In 1480 by Caxton. It reads as follows: "If It pleases any man spirituel or tem- porel to bye our pyes of two or three commemoraclous of Sallsburl Use, emprynted after the form of this prese’t letre, whiche ben wel and truly correct, late hym come to West- monester into the almonestrye at the reed pole, and he shall have them good and chepe.’’ The manner of presenta tion is somewhat unenterprising. The goods advertised belonged to the Mid dle ages, which were fast dying. But a new force had been let loose, which in the course of the next century was to revolutionize not only the art of advertising, but the whole of European culture. By the way, Mrs. Stark she is clearing out to-mor-Dr. G. S. Atkinson, L.D.S.,D.D.S, DENTAL SURGEON Office opposite the New Post Office Main St.„ Exeter Telephones Office 34w House 84j Closed Wednesday Afternoons Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S. DENTIST Office: Carling Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoon JOHN WARD CHIROPRACTIC, OSTEOPATHY, ELECTRO-THERAPY & ULTRA VIOLET TREATMENTS PHONE 70 MAIN ST., EXETER I “Do you think marriage is a mis*- fortune, then?” , “Yes, in nine cases out of ten. It , was in mine—it is in Jerry’s. You, ' I dare say, will be the great excep tion that proves the rule.” “I wish you weren’t so cynical.” “Life—my sort of life—makes one cynical, so don’t worry your little head about me. my own way.” There was a Pauline asked Jerry Barnet the man you- you cared about?” 1 Barbara laughed. “Jerry? Good heavens, no! He’s1 not my sort. We’re good friends, but I couldn’t fall in love with a man who only talks about horses and dogs.” “And you really mean to Friday?” I “I promised.” “It’s because she doesn’t want to meet Dennis,” Pauline thought bit terly, when know that’s two dislike wonder?” Then suddenly a bright idea came to her. I" “ ‘ to come home on Friday, he would be well enough to Thursday. Barbara and Peter should ner for Thursday She made her plans as happily as a ichild, taking only the maid into her conference. And on Thursday headache. “Nothing much,” ine, who went to her over her with solicitude, kind of headache I get when any exertion lies before me. ing this comfortable room, stance, and moving on. All I seem to have been moving on added rather drearily, and then as she saw the concern in Pauline’s eyes, she sat up with sudden energy. “Don’t take any notice of me. Send . me a strong cup of tea and1 leave me in peace till tea time; then I’ll be down, clothed and in my right mind’ Pauline was only too ready to obey. This headache fitted in nice ly with her scheme of things. It seemed providential when, about half-past three, she peeped into Bar bara’s room and found her still fast asleep. I She was all ready to meet Dennis —one of the doctors was bringing him home in his car, a man named j Stornaway, with whom pennis had ’ struck up a great friendship. It would be so wonderful to have him at home again. The moments seemed to drag. Everything had . gone perfectly, the house looked a . picture, so Pauline thought pride as she able to settle ! The little I I’m quite happy in i short silence; then almost shyly: “Is -you said go on then He didi not look ill* except and walked a cane. The little maid was went ’ forward coolly, home,” she said. She Barbara had left her. “I what it is. Why do those each other so much, I I Pauline. across the hall unassisted1, i and with saw her. Barbara “Welcome gave him her hand. “Pauline will be disconsolate. She has just run out for a moment. Oughtn’t you down? There’s a fire in the ing room.” “Thanks.” Dennis’s voice to sit draw- I wanted her to stay, but it’s as well—I shall to myself.” Silie have snatched smiling. go and and now. I’ll rushed away, over to the window at the little garden. Wedgewood was born on 1730. He was the youngest potter and came of a family Josiah July 12, son of a of which members had been notable potters in Staffordshire, England. Soon after the death of his father in 1789 he became skilled In the art of shaping pottery on the wheel. In 1753 he became manager of a small pottery. In 1759 he began work on his own ac count In the Ivy house pottery at Burs- lem. Salt glaze and green and yellow glaze seem to have been his first sta ples. However, the fine white English earthenware was just reaching perfec tion and Wedgewood became one of its best known makers. He presented a service of his ware to Queen Char lotte in 1762 and was appointed potter to the queen and later to the king. He next turned his attention to artistic pottery and reproduced designs based on the later phases of Greek art. ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. NO. 1, DASHWOOD said howWHS rather grim, but he gave his coat to the maid and followed Barbara into When he was armchair he If Dennis was well enough !the drawing room. come home on should not know be asked to din- instead. Barbara had1 a she told Paul- room and hung ‘‘It’s the I know Leav- for my life in- she him than I did,” a memento'? been shall gone so stead- all these probably seeing her pleasurable dream that e think she be alone,” He wished her senti- room. I’m just dying No, please don’t get up, The BEST way to stop CONSTIPATION with anticipa: she him her had to now Nothing like Fruit-a-tit)es But you ac-wandered about, to anything maid came to wit h un- her lias- end n’t come for dinner, and it’s early closing day. What shall we do?” An Attack of Kidney Trouble r StandBack Bad, Could Don’t neglect a backache, but treat it before some serious kidney trouble sets in.Mrs. M. 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He had thought about this woman more than he cared to remember during tne past tedious weeks, and he had look ed forward to queer sort of tion. Was it in a kissed him and. implored speak to her? Looking at he wasi sure it must have been. But the memory of her lips on his was1 real enough. Dennis looked at Barbara’s lips, artificially reddened, and felt asham- ____ . . Pauline never made her face up—no rouged checks and darkened eyes. Almost angrily he contrasted the two women. Paul ine with her simplicity and whole hearted devotion to himself, her in terest and happiness in the small things in life, her pride in her home her loyalty and sweetness-—and then Barbara Stark. A woman of t]ie world, spoiled and insincere. A poseuse who had been taught by an unhappy experi ence, no doubt brought about by herself, that life was a bitter jest and that faithfulness and loyalty were nonexistent—he had seen a glimpse of the real woman hidden beneath all the veneer of artificial ity; or had that been the sham and this the real woman who stood be-, fhre him now, cool, unruffled, almost! his brother-in-law when his death insolent in her self-possession. ! occurred. "Oh, my dear—Dennis—Dennis—I He is survived by his wife and speak to me.” ’ small son, of Detroit, and his sis- bed d:-' .w 4 those tor, Mrs. H. Hudson, Clandeboye. ed.Thank God, • “Iwasinaverybad way with constipa tion. My stomach was off-colour and I kept having head- achcafter headache. Quite frequently I had severe pains in my joints and . muscles. The gen eral effect was very depressing. Indeed, I felt' so wretched that I was about to give up work. Today my health is excellent and t-certainly. feel that’Fruit-a- tives’ played a large part in bringing this about. They toned up my entire system.” Fruit-a-tives . . . all drug stores G. 15. FORTE, DETROIT, DIES SUDDENLY AT CLANDEBOYE The death took place suddenly on Friday, March 3rd at the home of his brother-in-law, E. Hudson, at Clandeboye, of G. B. Porte, 50 years of age, former] prominent Detroit real estate dealer. Mr, Porte, well known in border financial 'circles, was taken ! two years ago. For a year . confined to a hospital in and was convalescing at the What Is Success 7 He has achieved success who lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished bls task, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who lias always looked for the best In others ar.d giv en the best he had; whose life, was an inspiration and whose memory, /"diction .—Ex change. has a ben- ill over he. was Detroit home of Jmt a:td Geography * Sciioi.il> ut u t’uvific 1 have built an Ingenious 4i>tf course which is at the same •hi li.sirivhir of geography. The coast mlnla- ,i; viirlmm links represent different parts ■ >f be country and their products, woicli Is Impressed upon the minds of 'he players uu they make the round*