HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-03-08, Page 2THE; EXETER TIMES,ADVOCATETHURSDAY, MARCH 8th. X931
- SHINING PALACE -
by Christine Whiting Parmenter
SYNOPSIS
Nora, adopted daughter of James
Lambert, indulgent old gentleman
has decided to marry Don Mason,
“poor hut honest” type, footloose
and lacking “stability.” His own
life having been wrecked when
Nora’s mother ran away with a
singer who later deserted her.
James Lambert is anxious to pro
tect Nora from such a marriage.
When Nora insists, he agrees to
give Don a year’s trial in business
under his son, Ned Lambert, who,
like hie father, has a poor opinion
of Don. Goaded by Ned, Don is
trying desperately to become a
’business man.
instalment three
“But, Dion, it’s the night of the
Carey’s dance and I’m all dressed!”
“It is!” Dismayed surprise show
ed in his tired voice. “My dear, I
forgot completely; but if you don’t
mind being a bit late I’ll—”
iShe broke in then with sudden
understanding; “Of course we won’t
go if you’re used up, Don.”
“But you wanted to go, Nora!”
He spoke in genuine distress. ‘You’ve
been looking forward to it—a lot.
See here, would you go without me?
Tag along with Corinne and Ned?
Honestly, darling, I’m all in. Too
tired to eat.”
(Said Nora, very quietly: “Are you
keeping something back, Don? Are
you sick?”
A reassuring laugh came over the
wire.
“Of course not! But I haven’t
been sleeping well for weeks, if you
want the truth; and last night was
rather the worst on record. I didn’t
close my eyes till daylight, and die
graced myself by nodding in the of
fice just as your highly efficient
brother entered the room! The air
was close, you know. It sort of
of drugged me. A warning kick
from a kind little etenog. was all
that saved my priceless reputation.
Don’t worry, wear. I’ll be io. k. to
morrow; but—don’t think me a
piker, will you?”
“Crazy!”
And you’ll go to the dance with
Ned? Promise?
She laughed and told him to
sleep the clock around; but she did
not go to the dance. Her father,
dining with an old friend, heard her
at the piano when he came in, and
knew that the girl was thinking as
Che improvised. For a moment he
watched her in silence; then said,
noting her gown: "I thought this
was your evening out, my dear?
Where’s your young man?”
“Used up,” said Nora, and leav
ing the piano sat down before the
fire where her father joined her. “I
didn’t want to go alone, Dad.”
“You could have gone with Ned,
couldn’t you?”
“Corinne had gueets for dinner
before the party—an even number;
and anyhow I didn’t care about it
without Don. Have a good time
yourself, father?”
James nodded.
“Good enough. The tomato bisque
was curdled.”
This brought a smile from Leon
ora. With James a curdled soup
was the unforgivable sin.
“Poor daddy! And you had to
be polite and eat it?”
“Oh, I was polite! I ate the stuff
and it disagreed with me. What ails
that boy, Nora?”
“Don? Just tired, I think.”
"Tired? |Have you been keeping
him up to late?”
“No; but he’s not sleeping the
way he should, father. He’e been
used to such a different life, you
know.”
James threw a covert glance in
her direction.
“Well, no doubt he’ll get his bear
ings after a while. Let’s go to bed,
Nora, I’m tired myeslf, and I want
to forget that soup!”
Next evening the girl said out of
a silence: “Don—it's appalling.”
Watching her lover closely she
had observed, with something of a
shock, how those months of con
finement had changed his whole ap
pearance. It had been a gradual
change, of course, and seeing him
daily Nora had not realized the
growing hollows below his cheek
bones, or that the tan born of years
in the open was quite gone, leaving
his face with an unnatural pallor.
Even his set blue eyes that made
her think of sun-lit dancing water,
were more opaque, more lifeless;
and his feet which always seemed
to touch earth lightly, dragged now
as he crossed the room to sit beside
her.
“What’s appalling, beloved?”
“You,” said Nora. “I—” (her
voice trembled) “I’m not worth the
price Don.”
He kissed her, not pretending to
misunderstand.
“I’m the best judge .of that, dear.
Play to me, won’t you—something
what’ll make me believe there are
things in the world like brooks, and
birds, and wind on the prairies? I’m
stifled.”
It was the first admission of the
sort that he’d allowed himself to
make.
Nora played for an hour, lilting
gypsy strains at first that led Don’s
troubled spirit far away to the
“green pastures and still wet waters
for which it hungered. The clamor
of city streets—the hurrying, jost
ling elbow-rubbing crowds were
blotted out as if they had never
been—forgotten. For an enchanted
interval he was resting beneath a
giant pine, looking up through its I
gently stirring branches to the blue •
sky . . . With wierd distinctness he
saw the purple glory of a heather-
oovered moor . . . the flash of an
hibiscus, warmly scarlet against the
bright, still azure of the Caribbean
. . . heard the cool rush of can
yon waterfalls . . . saw wind stir
ring the prairie grasses . . . smelt
sage . . .
The music wae quieter now—old
things—things on remembered —
Rubinstein—IMendelssohn—Ah! Bee
thoven! The Moonlight Sonata,
played as only Nora played it—|So
quiet; so sure; so firm and yet so
tranquil-—
When the last note of that match
less lullaby had died away, Don was
asleep, his head pillowed on one
arm, his face more peaceful than it
had been for many weeks.
Nora grew noticably thoughtful
after that evening. Don had slept
for a long time while she sat beside
him gazing into the fire, as if its
slowly fading glow might light her
way. It was all so futile—this
whole experiment, she mused. The
time-worn s'mile of the round' peg
in the square hole came back to her.
That was Don, poor boy!
She knew full well the year’s
sentence iJ'ames Lambert had im
posed on him would make no dif
ference in their future; yet unless
he stuck it out the older man would
look upon him as a failure—a ne'er
do well. What was her duty? The
girl pondered. .It wae useless to
expect a product of the metropolis
like her father, to understand or
even make allowances. His whole’
world was the well-balanced world
of the successful business man. His
horizon was 'bounded by city streets:
What more should one ask in life
than a steady job and a salary which
supported in comfort those one lov
ed? Was his sole argument. He
saw no other. He could not com
prehend what such an existence
meant to Don, nor dimly vision that
call of the gypsy trail which tugged
at the young man’s heart, leading
him onward, making of life a glor
ious adventure.
“I’m not worth those hollows in
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your cheeks. Don," mumured1 Nora,
“I’m not worth those tired dragging
feet. Yet how can I go against
dad’s wishes when I remember . . .
She closed her eyes in an effort
to obliterate the present-to bring
forth out of the far, dim past, a little
girl, a weary, frightened heart-brok
en little girl keeping a lonely vigil
that seemed endless, yet which end
ed as by a heavenly miracle in her
father’s arm*. How could she dis
appoint him—ever? Nora asked her
self. What would her life have
been without the love and father
hood he had bestowed so generously.
To hurt him was unthinkable—to
Leonora. Yet here was Don . .
■So the girl grew more thoughtful
more quiet in the days that follow
ed. Don said: “You’ve lost your
pep, darling. What's happened?”
and Nora laughed a him. But
when her* father questioned her one
evening, a night when Don, pleading
a dull head, had gone home early,
she made no effort to evade the
answer. He said “Something’s up
set you lately. What’s the matter,
child?”
“Life,” said ’Nora.
James smiled.
“What’s wrong with life, dear?”
“What’s right?” countered the
girl, shrugging.
Her father’s eyes grew puzzled as
he regarded her.
“Have you and Don been quarrel
ing?” he asked.
Nora laughed softly.
“It would be hard work to pick
a fight with Don,” she answered.
“No, we haven’t quarreled; but—
I'm worried about him, Dad.”
“There’s nothing to worry about,
my dear. Things are not going
badly. I’ll make a business man
of Don Mason, yet, Nora, if you'll
give me time.”
‘You’ll make a corpse of him more
likely,” the girl retorted with so
much bitterness in her voice that
James raised his 'head, looking at
her in blank amazement.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that all his nerves are
raw—on edge, Dad.”
“Nerves!” the .contempt in her
father’s exclamation cut Leonora to
the quick. “A healthy young
animal doesn’t have such, things, my
dear.”
But Don’t not healthy, any more,
Dad. The change frightens me,
though perhaps you’re not aware of
it. F)or all his seeming strength
he hasn’t got a good inheritance.
His mother was, never string and
his father fought tuberculosis. They
died both of them the year Don en
tered college. He tells, people he
quit bcause the life there bored; but
it was really because he knew his
limitations. .Perhaps he was. fright
ened. An any rate, he felt that life
in the open was the best way to live
—for him. I believe it has saved
him. You know how he looked
When I firet brought here—so tan
ned and strong, and healthy? Have
you noticed him lately? His color
has gone, father. He doesn’t eat
properly, or sleep well, even when
he’s dog-tired.”
“It may be nerves, but sick
nerves are as hard to sure as are
sick- bodies, sometimes harder; and
it’s a years, you know, since lie’s
been shut up like this.”
James said, after a tense silence.
“See here, Nora, it’s absurd to
think that a year in a well ventilat
ed, modern office can cause a break
down such as you hint at. That
young man is, was anyway, the pic
ture of health. If there’s anything
bothering him now is must be, as
you say, a case of nerves, which
seems, to me, almost nonsensical. If
he’ll make an attempt to pull him
self together-—-get the best of the
best of the trouble instead of dwell
ing on it—”
“Dwelling on it!” broke in Nora
with indignation. “Why he’s never
mentioned it! But I’m not blind,
dad, and the signs are there for any
one to read. I think you ought to
call ‘time up’ don’t you?”
“Time up?”
“I mean it, father, This simply
can’t go on. Dow's lived in the open
since he was eighteen. Office life
stifles him and Ned » » ,
She paused, while her father ob
served gravely: “We’ll leave Ned
out of this discussion, if you don’t
mind,”
“How can we?” the girl demand
ed with intrinsic honesty. “Ned*s
half the trouble. He makes Don
frantic, pouncing on him unexpect
edly—watching everything he does
snooping—”
“That’s both insulting and unjust,”
James interrupted angrily. "Ned
means to be helpful. If his method
are upsetting' to this young man, it’s
not your 'brother’s fault, Nora, but
his own. And considering that—
that-—”
“That Ned would welcome an ex
cuse to throw Don out the door?”
finished Leonora. Then, as her father
snorted, she went on: “Now don't
explode, Dad. It get’s us nowhere,
besides being bad for you. Perhaps
I have no right to ask a favor any
way, but I'm asking one now: If you
have any love at all for me, darling
and I know you have, I ask you to
show it by putting an end to this
experiment.
But James was obdurate. He was
also angry.
“I gave him a year, Nora, I don’t
like a quitter.”
Two red spots flamed like twin
banners on Nora’s cheeks.
“That’s not just, Father. Don’s
never suggested giving up. But
there’s something in him that you
and Ned can’t understand. I suppose
He’s not impatient, Dad. I think he
scorns himself a little for chafing
at things which other men accept
so naturally. And that’s bad for him
too. Don't you see, Father, it’s like
whipping a tired horse to keep a
man of Don’s sort tied to a ledger
It stifles him. And I warn you now
that rather than see his spirit—the
thing I love about him crushed and
broken unnecessarily, I’ll go away
with him.”
The man’s lips tightened.
“And forfeit all I- mean to do for
you my dear.”
“Money’s not everything, Father,
“How should you .know, you’ve
never been without it?” he retorted
“Ned’s right. I’ve spoiled you. I
suppose; and now I must pay the
penalty.” Then because he was hurt
and angry James said something he
regretted later. “Well, take your
choice; but if the fellow quits and
you quit with him, I’m through
with you, Nora. And when the cup
board is bare — when rhe lack of
silk stockings and silver slippers
becomes hateful and you're tired or
your bargain, don't come to me for
help. Remember that.”
■Had he struck the girl, he could
not have hurt her more.
Never before had her father felt
such anger at Leonora. That she
should even contemplate ‘the idea
of eloping with Don Mason after
what he considered his forbearance
in giving the young man a place in
his own office was utterly beyond
James Lambert’s unimaginative
comprehension. Since that long gone
tragic day when the girl discovered
their real relationship, her foster-
father had felt that she was grate
ful for everything he had tried to
be to her. Now he wondered; and
wondering, grew bitter. Yet in a
pathetic, lonely way James could
not bear to be at odds with Leonora
his wife’s last .gift to, him. Tossing
restlessly on his bed that night he
longed to go- to his dearly loved
daughter to whom he couldi not al
ways understand—to make his peace
and ask her to forget his harshness
but because of a stubborn streak
deep in his nature the man could
not do it and this illumined moment
which would have brought them in
finitely closer, passed and was gone
It was however no small measure
of comfort that the girl’s morning
greeting was unchanged. Nora’s
night had been as restless as her
father's, nothing revealed the fact.
She kissed, him as usual; pouredi his
coffee and chatted amiably of noth
ing in particular. But that evening
Jamos, who had been thinking, in
vaded the room where Leonora was
playing to her lover and sat for a
half hour watching the young man
Closely.
(To be continued)
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LOCAL HYDRO STATISTICS
TORONTO—'Exeter’s saving in
electricity bills by reason of the In
troduction of Hydro power in June
oi' 1916 is $401,821.70 to the end of
1932 and an estimated total of $454,-
600 to the end of last year.
The complete figures for 1933 are
not as yet available to Ontario Hy
dro Electric Power Commission Sta-
atisticians but their calculation of
$47,600' of saving to consumers dur
ing 1933 is a conservative one bas
ed on what is deemed to he a fair
basis tof comparison.
Of this $454,600’ total saving to
Hydro customers $47,6001 has been
to Exeter’s consumers of power and
$407,000 has remained in the pock
ets of the lighting consumers .of the
municipality.
The basis of these Hydro compu
tations jnst completed is that of a
comparison of Hydro power rates
with $40 steam power developed
from coal, and, in the case of Exe
ter lighting consumers, on a com
parison of Hydro lighting rates with
rates in existence prior to the in
troduction of Hydro.
On this same basis of comparison,
Hydro customers all over Ontario
had saved in power and light hills
over $600,0,0'0,000 at the endi of
1932.
Under Hydro administration the
sumers has been reduced from 8.17
average cost to Exeter lighting con
cents per kilowatt hour in 1917 to
2.58 cents per kilowatt hour in 1932
Prior to Hydro power Exeter dom
estic and commercial consumers of
electricity paid 10 cents per kilo
watt hour plus 25 cents per month
meter rental chargesUnder Hy
dro these rates have come down to
2.4 and 3.4 cents per kilowatt hour
in domestic and commercial fields
respectively, with meter rental
charge completely eliminated.
Out of these low Hydro rates, and
without the imposition of a cent of
taxation, Exeter municipality has
built up $75,954 in reserves and
surplus. (These municipal assets
are made up as follows: Reserve for
equity in (Hydro system $.20,9'12; de
preciation on local plant $8,926;
other reserves $84; debentures paid
$10,828; operating surplus $35,202.
Hydro's substantial growth in
Exeter is; revealed also in the fig
ures relating to volume of power
sale and revenues. Total customers
in Exeter in 1917 were 260; in 1932
they numbered 581; horsepower us
ed has increased from 123.3 to 404.8
total revenue from all sources has
grown from $9,466 to $24,206; rev
enue from lighting, domestic and
commercial only, has increased from
$3,814 to $16,75'8; kilowatt hours
Sold for lighting have increased
from $18,978 to $51,700.
In addition to all these dollars
and cents advantages to Exeter
municipality and its citizens there
have been the additional benefits of
added comforts and conveniences
together with lessened toil in Exe
ter homes.
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