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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-03-01, Page 2THURSDAY, MARCH 1, 1934 THE EXETER TIM£S-ADVOCATE - SHINING PALACE - by Christine Whiting Parmenter AND MUSTARD POULTICE SYNOPSIS Ascending those steep and narrow stairs James Lambert’s heart pounded with indignation. His whole form trembled as he step ped into the gloomy room. Out of deference to the dead a shade at its one small window had been partly lowered, and closing the dooi* he stood for a long moment with his back against it breathing heavily. So this was where his adored Iris .had lived and died. The man”s sad eyes dragged around the room, avoiding In stinctively the bed where lay all that he had cherished. God, what a room. The dim light could not hide what seemed to James, its dreadful poverty; the broken window stuffed with an old skirt; the sagging bureau propped with a block of wood, the shabby rug; a small mute pair of shoes behind a chair. His stricken glance came to the bed at last and seeing that rigid form beneath a sheet, hard tears that had been suppressed sudden ly blinded him. More shaken than seemed possible after a long time he took one dazed step for ward, then, dashing the mist out of his eyes with an impatient hand, he saw—'Nora! INSTALMENT TWO Wholly unprepared far her pres ence, even for her existence, James was for the moment without speech; but something about the patient, drooping figure—'the soft, gold hair like that of his lost Iris, gripped him strangely. He came still nearer, staring down at the child with pity ing eyes. “Whose—whose little girl are you?” he questioned, though he knew the answer. “Mamma’s,” said Nora. She look ed ujp wearily. “A're you my father —the dear, kind father who’s going to take me—home?” “She told you that?” he asked, and his voice trembled. “Yes,” said the child. Then, quite without warning, her mouth worked pitifully, dreadfully. Her small, cold hand extended the crumpled paper. “She—she gave me this—for you. I —I’ like to go home now, please, if you don’t mind. It’s bedtime, isn’t it? I’m pretty tired.” And then, her strange calm breaking, she wailed suddenly; “I want mamma! I—-I want Mamma!” Her tears were the best thing that could have happened for both of them. In comforting Nora, James himself found comfort. For those painfully scrawled words on the scrap of paper tore hie heart. De serted only a month before her baby was1 born, too proud to appeal to the husband she had wronged so griev ously yet giving the child his name because she had no other, Iris had at last turned to him, asking pro tection for her little Nora. Nor did she ask in vain. From the moment when James Lambert lifted the heartbroken, lonely child into his arms, Leonora had never lacked a father. Indeed, the know ledge that Iris had known he would not fail her, was the man’s greatest comfort. Nora was barely six years old at the time. She grew into a happy sweet-tempered little girl who accepted the good things that came to her without question and often without thanks. They were a part of life. The bare, cold room where she had kept her Unchildlike vigil, became at last only a vague mem ory, a memory dimly painful of something she must have dreamed. Not until a tragic day when she was thirteen did James Lambert realize that the child had accepted him lit erally as her own father. He return ed from business late one afternoon to find her sitting alone In the twi light. This was unusual, for Nora loved gaiety and young companions. He asked, puzzled, and a bit worried : "What’s the matter, dear? Not sick are you?” "No,” she answered. “I was trying to—-to remember.” Her voice <was husky, and, ©till troubled, James came nearer. "Things,” said Nora “Things about—about my—" She hesitated, looked up at him; and it seemed to her foster-father that the girl had left childhood far behind in the few hours since they had last met, “Tell me,” said she, “was Mamma really a—a bad woman? Aren’t you my father? Is that why Ned’ hates me? Don’.t I belong to anyone—anyone in the whole world?” “My God,” cried James, profound ly shocked, "You belong to me! “Where did you hear , . .” When as upon that other day of tragedy, Nora’s self-control gave way and the story was sobbed out in those loving, fatherly arms that had never failed her—the old, old story of hearing the tale from some spite ful play-mate. Perhaps, Jame© pondered as he held her close, per haps Nora had been growing a trifle arrogant. Ned had complained on more than one occasion that his little sister “put on air©.” His father had thought the comment more ’ jealousy on the boy’s part; or dis-I pite the ten years’ difference in their ages, Ned was jealous of Leon ora. The two had never understood each other nor got along. Well, he sighed, the time had come when hi© girl must learn the truth though it would hurt them both; so, as tenderly as such truth can be told, James told her. Nora had gone to boarding school after that; then to college, where she majored in music, and, all un knowing, listened entranced to a re cital by her own father! Her let ter describing the man and his per formance in glowing terms, made James a little sick, and showed him, as nothing else had, how much this heritage from his dead wife had become a part of him. If he should' lose her . . . Then came Europe, a gorgeous, colorful six months to Nora—a ion-s ly, dragging time to James. And on the way home, because her compan ion insisted on taking a one-class boat, she met Don Mason who ever since James Lambert told himeslf had been “ternally hanging round the house,” that is, when he wasn’t trailing off to some outlandish place. where no one in his senses would consider going. Even during his absences the fellow had written every day; and Leonora, who took a pull man chair for an hour’s journey, wae thrilled by his adventures in towns where there wasn’t even a clean hotel! “It is,” James confessed to Ned the day before, “an infatuation be yond my undei’etanding.” “And if she marrys him,” Ned predicted, “you’ll be supporting ’em all their lives, Dad. Don Mason is no good. He’s a rolling stone, and what, will you tell me, does Nora know about economy? Nothing. You have spoiled that girl.” It would have been some satisfac tion to the girl in question had ©he known that James told her brother brusquely to “mind his own busi ness—that he would look after Nora, It was seldom indeed that his much-loved son caused this some what fiery man to lose his temper; but now he was worried and Ned’s well-aimed criticism touched a ten der spot. |So the younger man had gone home rather disgruntled to tell Corinne that Nora was “pulling the wool over dad'© eyes in great shape” and that evening at the 'Country Club they both had been noticeably cool to Don. Well, James pondered, perhaps he had spoiled Leonora. He closed his eye® as from the room beyond drift-1 ed the tender, haunting, strains of' a Cohpin Nocturne. Nora was play ing, and, much as James loved to H listen this gift of hei* musician fath- ei* subtly disturbed him. Yes, he had spoiled the girl a litle. Ned could n’t know that all these years he had been fearful of ©bowing favoritism between the boy who had been his son since babyhood and the girl, whose very*''existence he had cause to reeent. Ned couldn’t know that everything he did for Nora, was, in a way,, something he did for Iris. Even should he explain, James felt instintively that hi® son would think him foolish— sentimental. Perhaps he was, but Nora had been a bright and glowing spot in his tragic life. He had grown to love her for her own sake; and knew without ques tion that the girl loved him. Yet, curiously, perhaps their wills clashed too often, a© they were clashing now, So it was late when James Lam bert went to bed; and in the morn ing he gave Nora his ultimatum. “ I’f I’m to consider your happi ness my dear, there’© but one way out. I’ll give that boy a job. I don’t say he must keep it for a lifetime; but he must prove that he’s 'got the stability to ©tick at something that will support you. A year ought to show that, Nora; and you’re both young. If at the end of that time he has saved money and shown him self even fairly effecient I’ll say no more.” “Even if he throws up the job the next day?” asked Lqonora. “You think he would?” “I think,” she answered speaking thoughtfully, “that a year in an office— especially in Ned’s office, will finish Don, Father. “You feel then, that my proposal is unfair?” Nora glanced up, a wistful smile lighting her .face as she responded: "Not as you view things, Daddy. But to Don it will be—well—a year out of his life. What would you do I wonder, if I ran away with him? “I should disinherit you,” said1 James, and meant it. Then, a® she remained silent; “Is that what you ’re considering, my dear?” Later the girl’s answer was1 to come back to him word for word. She said: “I’f you were my own father I wouldn’t hesitate, not for a minute. I’d say: “You brought me into the world, but you can’t live my life for me. I didn’t ask to be born.” But with you, Daddy, every- things different. I owe you so much more. Only—don’t crowd me too far please, I’d hate to hurt you.” Don accepted Lambert’s offer. “I fear that I won’t make a suc cessful office worker, sir; but I can try.” he said, and James responded with unfeigned heartiness: “That's all I ask.” To Nora the young man was more explicit. “Remove that worried frown at once,” he 'told her .sternly, “Your father’s right, of course — that is right from his own viewpoint. If I can’t serve a year for you Nora, I’m no good. We’ll make a game of it, believed'—mark off each day on the calender, and when the time is up we’ll forge our chains and sail away together. ‘Into the sunset turquoise marge, To fairyland Hes,perides, Over the hill© and far away. . .!* He kissed her, and lifting her chin to look into her eyes, saw with sat isfaction that the smiles which had vanished from them were back again His girl wasn’t io know, Don, vow ed, the jail sentence that year ahead appeared to him. She wasn’t to rea lize .that his only reason for sub mitting was to save her the sorrow that any trouble with James Lam bert would mean, For in his wildest imagination this young man could not see himself a part of the hust ling throng which jammed the sub way every morning. The thought of joining it turned him a little sick. Yet despite these misgivings he be lieved that he could do it and be happy, with Nora to go to after the Don’t take chances on a Chest Cold— it may lead to Pneumonia. A poultice made up of two tablespoons of Mecca and a teaspoon of Mustard brings marvelous results. It removes conges tion and heals inflammation—prevents blistering. In severe cases change the poultice twice daily, Mecca Ointment is sold by all druggists—25c, 35c (Tube), 50c and $1.00. sister’s lover, he would have scoff ed at the idea. Not until years later when life had somewhat tempered1 Ned’s cocksureness, did he suspect that hi© habit of pausing beside Don’s desk to observe his work, much as a teacher keeps an eye on the progress of a stupid pupil, was gall and wormwood to the younger man. He did not guess that lijs me ticulous suggesion© drove Don mad —that when an occasional error did occur, it seemed to the harassed youth that Nora’s brother took iron ic pleasure in detecting it. By the end of the first month Don’s nerves were taut and he lost liis appetite. At the end of three he had lost ten pounds. Later still, when a strained expression gather ed about his eyes, Nora began to worry, though, scorning himself for hi© reaction to “a steady job,” Don had not complained. Then came an evening when he telephoned that he was too tired to come out andi heard her quick-drawn breath of disappointment. (Continued next week) WITMER—GASCHO On .Saturday, February 17th, at the Evangelical Parsonage, Zurich, Rev. E. Burn performed the ceremony which united in marriage Marjorie Elaine, only daughter of Mr. and (Mrs. John E. Gascho, of town and Mr. Orville A. Witmer, son of Mr. aDd Mrs. Sylvanus Witmer, of the Babylon Line, Hay. Mr. and Mrs. Witmer left fox’ a wedding trip af ter the ceremony and on their return will reside in Zurich where he i© employed at Haist’s Bakery. JOINT PRESBYTERY SCHOOL A joint Huron and Perth Pres bytery School was held at ParkView United Church, Stratford, from February 5 th to the 9 th. zWhereas the Conference school held a few weeks previously was a training school chiefly for presbytery offic ers, this school was planned to give special training to society officers. The courses presented served par ticularly Christian Fellowship and Missionary convenors and those who wish to learn more of the program and methods of Y. P. work. The leaders of ’the school were Rev. T. R. Turner, of iStaffa, Direct- ro of the school, who conducted the Bible study .group; Rev. ,S. J. Math er©, Grand Bend, Dean of the school led the specialization course in Y. P. Work.; Rev. ,H. D. Taylor, Thames Road, directed the Missionary stuoy Rev. D. E. Foster, minister of the school church, conducted the vesper services. The evening services were as fol lows: Monday was a Y. P. rally un der the direction of the Stratfora United Church societies. The ad dress was given by Rev, E. W. Ed wards, Tavistock, chairman of the presbytery; Tuesday Rev. C. W. De Mille spoke to the school; Wednes day the evening service was in charge of Rev. W. P. Beyers, wno- spent 41 year© in India; Thursday was the school concert. Friday was a Perth presbytery officers’ congress and dedicatory services. Though there was a registration of only twenty-five, the school was Of fine spirit. Twenty-four credits in Leadership Training were given and nearly as many more are be ing finished at home. This was the first of the joint presbytery schools, the winter school to be continued at Stratford and the summer school at Goderich. This year the summer school will be held On the new site, about three miles north of Goderich. 'This will be a perminent location in the fut ure and will fill a long-felt need. The Huron Presbytery has purchas ed the property and the Young- People are being responsible for the buildings, day’s drudgery was over. Because it Short of Breath Could N Lie Down to IVirs, P. J. Chernoff, Shoreacres, B.C., writes:— “I had been so troubled with shortness of breath I could not He down to sleep. I could hot do any hard work, or climb the stairs, and had such nervous and smothering feelings I became very weak. I tried all kinds of medicine, but got no relief uhtil I had taken three boxes of Milburn’s H. & N. Pills, and since then I have felt better in every way?’ at Jgenetal stores; put up only byThd T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. was something not yet experienced, he hadn’t an idea what routine work J — a steady job — the clack, clack, : clack of typewriters — hour after j hour in the atmosphere of a bush | ness office would do to him. Don had known fatigue, the healthful fatigue that follows the conquering of a mountainside, but he never im agined the devastating weariness of a tired brain. And. there was Ned! If any one had accused Ned Lam bert of being incohsiaerate of hie IT’S LIVER THAT MAKES YOU FEEL SO WRETCHED Wake up your Liver Bile —No Calomel nddessary For yoii to feel healthy and happy, your liver must pour two pounds of liquid bilo into your bowels, every day. Without that bile, trouble starts. Poor digestion. Slow elimination. Poisons in the body. General wretchedness. HoW can you expect to clear up a situation Mkb this, completely With there bowebmovinR salts, oil, mineral ’water, laxative Candy or chewing gum, dr roughage? They don’t waka Up your liver. You need Carter's Little Liver Pills. Purely vegetable. Safe. Quick and sure results. Ask for them by namd. Refuse substitutes. 25c. at all druggisu, M THAMES ROAD (Crowded out last week) The Young People held their meeting Tuesday with the president Wm. Lamport in the chair. The meeting opened with a hymn, fol lowed by prayer by the pastor. The minutes and business followed and collection, it being Misssionary night, Lloyd Ballantyne then took charge singing .hymn 38, The Scripture lession was read by Harry Anderson and Rev. Mr. Taylor gave a short talk on the lesson. Wm. Cann and Wm. Allison sang a duet Beatrice Knight read a letter from a missionary in Japan and Thomas Farrow read one from West China- Robert Mavers gave a reading and Ivan Stewart an instrumental while Jean Duncan also gave a reading, followed by hymn 30. The social hour was spent in contests and games which were much enjoyed, after which the meeting closed, all singing “The More we get Together the Happier We’ll be,” The gratitude and thanks of t'hoee who received goods from the bale sent to the West by the W, M, S. were -read from the pulpit on Sun day morning by Rev. Mr. Taylor who also gave lxis addres on “Are Your Windows Open Towards God.” We understand Mr. Cooper has rented the Alexandei' farm north of the church. Mr. and Mrs. Alvin Passmore en tertained a large party of neigh bors and friends on Friday evening, Mr. Archie McCurdy “Boundary” had the misfortune to fall in his room recently, breaking several ribs. The pupils of S. S. No. 2 arrang ed a Valentine party when they en tertained some of their parents very nicely with songs; duets, recitations' and readings. Miss June Coward had "tongue twisters.” Lenora |An- derson riddles. Ruth Taylor sang in Chinese, also the national anthem of “Siom” which proved to be a joke Mildred Hodgert gave a number on the guitar after which candy and po-p corn were on display so, the af ternoon wa© enjoyed1 with the chil dren. WHALEN W. M. S. MEETING The February meeting of the W. M. S. was held on Friday afternoon at Mrs. Harvey Squire© home with twelve members present. |Mrs. Hazelwood, 1st vice-president oc cupied the chair. The meeting op ened with hymn 3 88 and prayer was offered by Mrs. Dayman and Mr©. Hazelwood. The Scripture lesson was read by |Mrs. Melville Gunning- and the devotional leaflet “Among the Multidude©” by Mrs. Frank Squire. The Lord's Day of Prayer was observed and during this meet ing Mrs. Milne Pullen eang a solo “Jesus Lover of My iSoul” and Mrs. T. Gunning favored with a 'piano solo. ELIMVILLE (Too late for last week) The Y.P.S. met on IMonday even ing. The president, Mr. Horace Delbridge, opened the meeting with a hymn and the Lord’s Prayer in unison, the minutes of the last meeting were read and adopted. |Mr. Allen Johns then-took charge of the Worship period, which was opened with quiet music and hymn 259. The topic “What Can we do About Pov erty and Wealth?" was given by Mr. Allen Johns. The .Scripture lesson Matthews 6: 19-21; Luke 12: 13134 was read by Miss Thelma 'O’Reilly. Mr. Gilbert Johns read the discus ion on the Lesson after which Mr. Howard Johns led in prayer. The meeting was closed with hymn 234 and Mizpah benediction. The Mission Circle 'held a Valen tine social on Wednesday evening, February 14th. Honorary and active members numbering about forty were present. The president, Miss Marjorie Delbridge acted as chair man for the program. After singing a hymn Mr. Horace Delbridge led in 'prayer and the Lord’s prayer was repeated in unison. Mdse Thelma O’Reilly read the Scripture lesson and Miss Lavone Cooper the Devo tional Leaflet. The roll call was responded to by paying fees amount ing to $7.25, IMisS Helen Murch gave a reading “Bishop of iSt. Valen tine” and Mr. Norman Jaques gav© a ©election on the accordiah and mouth organ, lAl reading “Aunt Hetty’s Valentine was given by Miss Marjorie Hunter. A solo was ©ting by Mrs. (Rev.) Peters. Mis© Thelma Jaques gave a reading “Life'S Puzzle.” -Mr. Kenneth- John© sang a solo ’playing his own accompanl- ment on the guitar, then led them in singing “When You and I Wer& Young Maggie,” “Annie Laurie” and “Nellie Cray?’ The remainded at the evening was spent in a social way with interesting contests, game© and lunch. The old-fashioned girl blushed oc casionally. The modern girl bhmhes ”i‘i H wnni’S off lExftpr (jjiinpo-AiiunrHtr Established 1873 and 1887 Published every Thursday morulm at Exeter, Ontario SUBSCRIPTION—42.00 per' year in advance. RATES—Farpi or Real Estate to> pale 50c. each insertion for tlri*t four insertions, 25c. each subue- quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, ot Found 10c. per line of six word* Reading notices 10c, per line. Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad vertising 12 and 8c. per line. In Memoriam, with one verse 50c. extra verses 25c. each. 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