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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-02-01, Page 6THE EXETER T1MES-ADVOCATETHURSDAY, FEBRUARAT 1st, 1034 bother about that, though. Nothing could touch him—nothing. A night mare that he had known ere this came to him—they had found him out—his thieving, his. treachery, his betrayal of his country’s trust—the Bastille—no—no. 0 by L. Arthur Cunningham For him, the time that passed so swiftly at the game of cards, drag ged. His nerves jumped at every sound. He would glance uneasily at the door. Once it opened and he leaped to his feet. It was only a servant. Muttering, he seated himself again, and waited, and waited. Would this agony never end? Why did not Girard come? Or the young Caron- Why did not someone arrive to tell that Cordet le juif, was dead, murdered— (Continued next week) SYNOPSIS Yvonne Caron, one of the most beautiful ladies of early French Quebec is being forced into mar riage with and by Simon Girard, an unscrupulous lawyer. Her brother Paul is deep in debt thro’ gambling with Girard. The cere mony, however, is interrupted by the notorious Catain Midnight, Robin Hood of the French colony, who marries Yvonne in order to save the girl’s vast estates. laughed softly to be loved like loved so much he would here. He has come to You are mad! What can do with this man Do I i shoot both ears off and .don’t aim too carefully at the ears.” “He says he can make a friendly arrangement—a friendly arrange ment—-Paul, talking through his nose imitated the Jew's whiny voice which every man there knew only too well. ‘‘He bids me come to him at once as it is impossible to see me of a morning. That is quite true, I hate f ‘‘Good luck!” called Bigot, -watch ing Paul’s precipitated departure. ‘‘Puppy!” he muttered under his breath. “I trust that fool, Simon, will not loose his nerve at the last minute. If we have this boy in a EDITORIAL 1Expti?r QJlmeo-AduurkUrl Established 1873 and 188? -fl Published every Thursday mornlJ at Exeter, Ontario SUBSCRIPTION-—$2.00 per year {fl advance. ' RATES—Farm or Real Estate tip sale 5 0c. each insertion for tlrri] four insertions. 25c. each subse-) quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar-! tides, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, ot Found 10c. per line of six word*. Reading uotices 10c. per line, Card or Thanks 50c. Legal ad vertising 12 and 8c. per line, in Memoriam, with one verse 50c. extra verses 25c. each. "Things the heart counts not,” said Captain Midnight coldly. “I see you love him. Bien! It is enough This time I shall meet him, tax him with what he has done-—wooed you away from me. And it will be the finish of one of us. In either case 1 shall trouble you no more, Yvon ne.’ ‘You will not—will not kill him.” “You love him!” "I—I do love him, m’sieur. You know me better than I know my self. 1 fought against it, but from the moment I saw him—oh, it was like a spell, like magic. I tried to hate- him. I treated him always coldly, harshly. It is misery to love him; it would be worse though to see him die. If you will let him be, I promise you I will see no more of him—” ■Captain Midnight resignedly. “It must be sweet that, milady—to be that she who loves you will renounce you for your own sake. Harry Jean Pierre!” He took her hand, raised it to his lips— “Yvonne! Where are you, my sie- ter: Paul’s voise. He was coming from the house. “Go! Go!” she said breathelssly. “Do not let him see you here. You might be taken—” “You would not care, Yvonne.” “I—I would.” iShe reached up to him on tiptoe, ■kissed his lips. “It was meant for another,” he said “but nonetheless I like it.” When Paul found her she was alone. He looked quizzically at her, seemed to know she had been cry. ing. “What are you doing here? Were you alone? 1 fancied I saw some one, heard someone talking to you— “It was only fancy then.” “It was not Captain Midnight? He would not dare come to you here-” “You are as curious as Simon Gir ard and I will give you the satisfac tion I gave him—yes, come to me me.” “Yvonne! you have to you not know that he came to Beau- manoir two nights ago and that he removed the masque and that they saw his face? You cannot care for him.” “I pity him and sometimes I love him’—I do not know. It is so hard to know one’s heart. And it breaks mine to think of him, of what hie life must be—an eternal exile, a misery—an exile that I could light en, and an exile that I could relieve. God help me, it is a strange thing and ’twas not his doing that we were wed. 1 asked him. 1 took that chance.” “But he is a madman, no less. You may have encountered him in mo ment’s when he was rational and much like the rest of men. He is not always so. Why, his laughter— they say it is a madman’s, terrible to hear.” “Please—please do not apeak of it. Perhaps he hates me for—” 'She would say no more. They went into the house and there, in the candlelight in the drawing-room. Paul remarked her pallor, her un happiness. She refused to talk and he, in disgust, left her alone. Her unhappiness, no doubt, were things- she could not share. She had erred in marrying this unfortunate man, and he had' erred in loving her, where love could mean absolutely nothing. Girard, in quetioning her, which he had done with skilled and j crafty thoroughness, had told her i she was not bound to Captain Mid- J night, that her marriage could and j should be annulled. Even as Paul had told her, the lawyer insisted she ; mornings.” had to do with a man whose misfor- j tune had destroyed or distorted his ’ mind. ! It was hard for her to believe, for J he had talked to her as gently, as ■ earnestly and fondly as any man in ’ love. To-night, she thought, and j cell tomorrow night, we may have feared she thought, she had detect-1 Captain Midnight in a shroud the ed coldness, anger, some hurt in his ‘ next, manner towards her. Suppose she! knew that she had thought of being [ tendant seated himself to watch the free of him, of going to Jean Pierre ( —ah, it was Jean Pierre who had ; changed the world for her—Jean Pierre with his gray earnest eyes, his gravely gentle smile and sauve, charming manners. She knew now why other women had loved and sought to spoil him; but she did not know in -what measure they had suc ceeded. In all he had said and • done, save perhaps that swiftly, stolen kiss, he nad acted as a gentle man and showed her a deference humble and disarming. And he had said no. words of love, had even encouraged her to be faith ful to the union she had entered in to. Unlike the others, he had de fended Captain Midnight, come out strongly for him and refused to pity her, or look upon her as a martyr or counsel her to get rid of the man. It had angered her. For, she thought, be should have pleaded with her and prayed and besought her to gain her freedom from this hopeless alliance. Was it unselfishness, that prompted him to care so nothing was the of the man-in-the-moon. She decided that Jean Pierre was unkind—and wondered when she again—‘and thought, Captain Midnight. Paul Caron was at palace, engaged in his favorite past time of playing cards and drinking wine when one of the Intendant’s * servants brought the message to I him. He read it stupidly and jump ed from the table in his excitement. All there, except Bigot, were amaz ed and had a notion that the youth had lost his wits. And Bigot feigned greater amazement than any of them “What has come to you, Paul?” smiled the Intendant, laying a gentle hand on Paul’S arm. “Has she con sented to become your wife?” Or agreed to cease being her husband’s? Have you been left a fortune or granted the exclusive right of the fur-trade in the west?” “Better than all of these,” cried Paul. “Far better. See, my lord. It is a friendly letter from that arch moneylender, iMoise Cordet, to whom I am in debt up to my neck and to morrow he could, if he so willed, take the coat off my back and the horse from under me; still worse, he could go to Yvonne and tell her how much 1 owe him—and, messieurs, let me tell you, the anger of a pretty, gentle girl, is many, many times worse and much more to be dreaded j than that of a hook-nosed virago for whom you do not care a curse. If Moise had shown me up I do think I would have taken my pistol and shot hie ear off—” “You carry none tonight then,” said Bigot. “And you ride the roads where rides this man—Here, take my pistol, my good young friend—” "But, sire—!” “I am honored Carry it wih smiled slyly into bright with the wine he had drunk— “and if Moise has changed his mind or anything, like that—why, try to ‘Tie to be wished for, that.” And still smiling, the great In- To save time is to lengthen life.******** Farmers welcome the higher prices of hogs. ******** Times are improving for the prudent and industrious. Mt******* Old man Winter gave some of us a bad jolting last Sunday. ******** An enlightened business policy paves the way to prosperity. ******** “In union there is strength.” Yes, but all depenejs- upon the units. 1* £ * * $ $ $ An all-clay job for every one of us—to ponder well the lessons of the last four years.* * ****** • Honesty and generous treatment of one another cannot be re garded virtues preculiar to past days.** ****** Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, «fec. Money to Loan, Investments Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vault for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HENSALL Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup be so impersonal or did he little for her that it meant much to him whether she wife of Captain Midnight or would see him with fear, of th& Intendant’s to lend it to you. you and—’’Bigot Paul’s eyea, so Dry, Haekiog Cough I u, yuuainei, 2111a., writes:—“I had eking cough which would nearly Mrs. O. C. Scheie, Duhamel, Alta., writes:- el terrible dry, hcLckinr/ rwMinri choke me. I tried all kinds of medicine to get rid of it, but they never helped me and my cough still hung on. I then got a bottle of Dr. Wood’s Norway I’inc Syrup and in a few days my cough was all gone, thanks to this valuable medicine. Now I always keep a bottle of ‘Dr. Wood’s’ on hand.” Price, 35c a bottle; large family size, 65c, at all drug and general stores; put up only by The T. Mil burn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. progress of the card-game. His thoughts, however, were not on the colored pasteboards, the wooden fac ed kings and queens and knaves— someone spoke to him; he made no. answer. The speaker smiled shrug ged, went on with his game. Bigot, holding back the velocity of the mind that seeks to follow one not in sight, pictured young Caron riding through the dark silent streets and byways of the city; out info the open country now—on the .St. Foye Road now, coming nearer and nearer to the lonely house of Moise -Cordet, where, into the lone hours of the night the bearded Jew sat and pour ed over those books in which was inscribed a goodly number of the names of the gay youth of the city on whose gambling and dissipation the usurer grew fat. Now, Paul Caron knocked at the Jew’s door and when it opened a few inches held by its iron chain, made himself known. Moise would be wait ing for him. Bigot had a mind for detail and to the moneylender that night had come a messenger as fel- titious as that Paul had received, saying, that the debts would be dis charged before the morrow. The old man standing in the doorway now— a good target—a .candle in his hand —-Simon should be a fair marksman —Simon - shadow < scream— Bigot, lost in his vivid started; the players looked at him. “Did something startle you, sire!” questioned Guy de Lauzier. ‘‘It was nothing—nothing,” said the Intendant, hastily, ueasily. was dreaming—it is a faculty mine, happy or unhappy I know which. But in this case it unhappy. ried about him. This Moise Cordet and he—they, are more or less friendly, I presume.” “Friendly,” said someone. “Mon dieu, no. They are anything but friendly. The Englishman Shake speare, wrote a play on just such an enmity between Jew and Christian as exists between Paul Caron and Moise. Once Paul did horsewhip him and often in hie cups has dwelt upon the joy it would give him to grind his heel into the usurer’s What was it, sire, that give you a start?” “It was only a silly fancy,” Bigot deprecatingly. “Think no of it, I beg, messieurs.” The game went on. The players looked uneasily at eatli other. Paul was a hot-headed tempestuous fel low. What if, in a fit of anger, he should kill this man. Presently, in the excitement of the game, they for got the matter. The Intendant lap sed again into- that detached and profound silence. N-dw he saw the young fool Caron staring wildly aghaet , at the sprawled body of Cor det; looking futilely about. And now a white horse galloped from the thickets and mad laughter filled the air. Almost, in that room where sounded only the shuffle of cards and the clipped occasional words of the players, Bigot could hear that laughter—and Simon Gir ard could laugh sincerely, for hated Paul Garon and despised Jew. What now? Paul bending over body, seeking to find life there. Gir ard could not have missed—not a target like that. Then a paralysis of fear, of terror— Bigot refused to picture more of it Callous and unscrupulous though ho ‘was, he felt that here ho trod upon treacherous ground. Murder was ah ill thing to trifle with. .Folly to who watched from the dark of the trees—a shot!—a imaging, curiously “I of not was Young Caron—-I am wor- face, such said more he the the There’s a world of difference between 10 minutes and a quarter of an hour.******** Even prime ministers, it seems, are beset by men who fail to make correct statements about them.* * * * * * * * One man one office, when it comes to doing municipal business. Huron County Council please take note.* * * * * * * * No, the Blacksmith’s Association has had nothing tn do with having so many slippery roads this winter.******** Those with a mind to work may secure a lot of fine wood. Let us not forget however that February is a short month.******** Would it simplify matters if all commissions' appointed by parliament-were paid out of the salaries of members of parliament? ******** It looks as if some of the bullying nations will not be content ed till they get a thorough licking. That’s the way with bullies. ******** Will the increased sale of beer mean more shoes for Johnny and a new pinny for Betty and the quicker payment of Brown the grocer? * ******** Folk who have never known the horrors of the bar-room of the older days are the folk who are persuaded to vote for the increased facilities for the sale of liquor. ******** CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, <Str LOANS, INVESTMENTS INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Main Street, EXETER, ONT. At Lucan Monday and Thursday Dr. G. S. Atkinson, L.D.S..D.D.S. DENTAL SURGEON Office opposite the New Post Offlc* Main St., Exeter Telephones Office 34w House Closed Wednesday Afternoons Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S..D.D.S, DENTIST Merchants report that a great many people whom they trusted for the last few years are paying their debts before they purchase beyond the barest necessities. ******** Europe is doing well to pursue the policy of each nation’s carrying on it’s own work well, in the certainty that by so doing she wil insure the peace of the world? Has internationalism about run its course? Internationalism may be as shortsighted and sel fish as individualism. QUITE PUT OUT Cautious Sandy is bewildered these days. “Here I was” he was heard commenting, “thinking I was shrewd because I was keep in’ as few hogs as possible. And now look at prices 0’ the beasties! Just when the price is knockin’ the roof off of the pen, my hog pen is about as full as a 19 3.3 birdsnest. Now lookit yon Paddy McGraw! Compared wi’ a man like me he’s joost verra ordinary. .But he has sold two loads 0’ hogs already and I heard him ’phoning’ Awngoos MacKrimmon, the buyer, to come fer anither load. Here I am one o’ the chosen people gettin’ the waret o’ it. I stopit takin’ the paper to save bawbees. But yon cqmmon mon, Paddy McGraw, didna stop- his paper and he read richt intil it that the pi ices would be jumpin’. A’m not a bit sotisfeed. A savit twa dollar by stop pin’ ma paper. That ooninlichtened Iriliman Paddy McGraw made fufty by beepin’ hi cornin’ till him. A’m a’ dirling.” ******** THAT SELF-HELP With the mending of the times, the necessity arises for the insisting upon self-help. When the financial stringency came upon us, folk were anything but slow tp help the really needy -and the unfortunate. Not since time1 began has civilization done better in the way of practical helpfulness than it has done during the last four years. This is as it ought to have been. , But now another duty emerges. As times improve the oppor tunities for finding or for what is better still for making jobs are steadily increasing. Every day word comes of heroic efforts made by brave folk who are making good again.,All honour is due those selfrespecting people who refuse to lean any longer on willing shoulders. Unfortunately, however, there are numbers who still look to other people to carry their burdens, they, meanwhile, doing precious little to scratch for themselves. Along with this class' goes -still another class that is doing all it can to make gain of this the alleg ed necessity of the professional leaners. This class with an eye on the ballot box are proclaiming loudly that work or direct relief should be provided for the professional leaners at the public ex pense. This is a trick an old as history and as mischievous as it is old. We are glad to see that it is being detected in some instances. Taxpayers in this country faced the necessity of helping out the un fortunate with the best of spirit. At the same time resentment will be the order of the day if either municipal bodies or parliaments cater to the crowd who can help themselves but who refuse to do so. ******** RELATION OF HYDRO MUNICIPALITIES TO HYDRO COMMISSSION EXPLAINED In view of the fact that the Ontario Municipal Electric Association is holding its Annual Covention in Toronto this week, the announcement about Hydro affairs, which appears elsewhere in this newspaper, is of unusual public interest. A popular misconception about the great public utility, known as the Hydro-Electric System, or more familiarly as “Hydro”, is that it is owned by the Government of Ontario, or the Hydro-Elec tric Power (Commission. Under the caption “Who Owns Hydro?”, this announcement makes it clear that neither the Government nor the Commission own the Hydro System. While operated and administered by the Commission acting in the capacity of trustee, the Hydro System is really owned by the Hydro Municipalities who- purchase power in “blocks” from the Commission and distribute it to homes and factories. The Govern ment enters the picture only as banker for the Commission. In other words, Hydro is the property of the people of the associated Hydro Municipalities represented by the Ontario Municipal Electric Association. After declaring that "statements have been made and publish ed with respect to the Hydro System of Ontario that arc not in accordance with the facts”, the resolution regarding publicity, embodied in the Association’s announcement, states: “The Municipalities of Ontario are the owners of the Hydro System, in which they have an investment of some three hundred millions of dollars; and anything which would create distrust in the minds of the people us to the proper and efficient conduct of this great Public Utility would tend to impair the value of the in vestment of the (Municipalities in the Hydro System.” In pursuance of this resolution, it is understood that the Association will publish further announcements from time to time setting forth facts about Hydro and what Hydro ownership has accomplished for the people of Ontario. Office: Carling Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoons K. C. BANTING, B. A., M. D. Physician and Surgeon, Lucan, Ont. Office in Centralia ' Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday from 2 to 5 p.m. or by appointment Telephone the hotel in Centralia at any time. Phone Crediton 30r25 JOHN WARD CHIROPRACTIC, OSTEOPATHS, ELECTRO-THERAPY & ULTRA VIOLET TREATMENTS PHONE 70 MAIN ST., EXETEB 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 FRANK TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction . Guaranteed EXETER P. O. or RING 138 OSCAR KLOPP LICENSED AUCTIONEER Honor Graduate Carey Jones’ Auc tion School. Special Course taken in Registered Live Stock (all breeds) Merchandise, Real Estate, Farm Sales, Etc. Rates in keeping with prevailing prices. Satisfaction as sured, write Oscar JKlopp, Zurich, or phone 18-93, Zurich, Ont. USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAL EIRE INSURANCE COMPANY Head Office, Farquhar, Ont. President ANGUS SINCLAIR Vice-Pres. J. T. ALLISON DIRECTORS SAH’L NORRIS-, SIMON DOW WM. H. COATE-S, FRANK McConnell AGENTS JOHN ESSERY, Centralia, Agent for Usborne and Biddulph ALVIN L. HARRIS, Munro, Agent for Fullarton and Logan THOMAS SOOTT, Cromarty, Agent for Hibbert W. A. TURNBULL Secretary-TreaSYlffef I Box 295, Exeter, OntarioI GLADMAN & STANBURY | Solicitors, Exeter