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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-03-22, Page 6THURSDAY, MARCH 22nd, 1934 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE ii— ..................... ....................... ........................ ..... ..........—■ a - SHINING PALACE - by Christine Whiting Parmenter ■-------- --~ ...... .... ............ .......... ......... 1 ■ She laughed a dreary, yet some­ how "brave attempt at mirth that hurt Don strangely. Where, he pond­ ered, had he heard a laugh like that —a laugh that hurt him? The* sound recalled something — wakened a memory . . . He had it now! That lovely dark-eyed Eurasian at Shang­ hai. A cad named Norton had play­ ed around with her—till he found out. Quite by chance Don had been present when the man repulsed her, openly, brutally, before people. . . And the girl had laughed. Laughed to keep herself from weeping. That laugher had haunted Don for weeks. And now . . . With an effort he dragged him­ self back from the Orient to hear this other girl affirm, her young voice bitter: "Maybe you think you would. Maybe you never seen her till she was all dolled up. I bet she don’t work in no dye house anyway. What’s her job?" "She—’’ Don paused, then finish­ ed with sudden inspiration. "She plays the piano, and—” “The piano! Say, are you trying to kid me? The piano went out when the talkies came in, boy. Didn’t you know that? I had a chum that could tickle the ivories to beat the band. Played in a movie theatre and dress­ ed like she was Gloria Swanson. Why that girl had her nails fixed up in a beauty parlour every Saturday. Honest, I ain’t kiddin’.” (Don saw with pity the dye-stained fingers clutching the rail.) "And then the talkies came in and she lost her job. Tough break, wasn’t it? She work­ ed in a bakery for a while after, but I guess she hated it most as much as I hate the dye house. I never saw no one so crazy about playin’ the piano. She would play to helself at night’s after she came from work. But she lost her job again and had to sell the piano to pay room rent; and after that I guess she thought there was no use tryin’ and . . .” The girl’s voice trailed off, her eyes seeking the water, and Don said “What happened? What happened to her after that?” “What would happen to a girl like her?” Hopelessness deep as the water below them was in the answer. “She ain’t respectable any more, that’s all. My mother says she’ll turn me out out if ever she catches me talkin’ to her again; but I ask you, honest, what could the girl do? Sometimes I donno as it pays to be Ryerson’s a grocer and they got money. Joe likes me bctter’n he does her; only—only—" (Don heard with consternation the trembling voice.) “only a feller likes his girl to looikf swell when he takes her place, don’t he?” “Don thought compassionately: “You’re right, poor kid. A fellow does.” Then, stirred by a sudden, compelling impulse, he moved near­ er, and grasping the girl’s thin shoulders turned her round so that the moonlight fell on her bitter up­ turned face. “Look at me, girl,” he said. “Are you on the level? Not kidding me? No, don’t get mad" (as she shook his hands off roughly). "I’m going to help. Honest to goodness, I’m going to help you kid.” For he had read the answer to liis question in those indignant, angry, tear-stained eyes and 'knew that the girl had talked so freely only be­ cause she was lonely to the point of heartbreak. He reached in a pocket, thankful that his eccentric landlady (who was once the unfortunate re­ cipient of a forged cheque) insisted on receiving her monthly stipend in cold cash. Don had intended paying her that night. A roll of bills met his expectant fingers. After all, he was thinking, it didn’t matter whe­ ther the fickle Joo of the girl’s story was worthy of her 01 not. She loved him. poor child! She wanted to be beautiful — for him; and—thank GodI—he could maikie her dream come true. His hand slid from the pocket, and lifting those dye-stained/- work-worn young fin­ gers, he closed them gently round the roll of greenbacks. “That’s your’s sister. Go mafce yourself pretty and tell your Joe to quit the Ryerson girl for keeps.” “iMine!” The girl stared down in stupefaction at the money, her breath coming in quick gasps. iShe said, her voice breaiking on a, shaky laugh: “Say!—who are you, anyhow John D., or—or Santa Claus?” Don grinned and answered: “I’m just a friend. You ^an put that in a safe place where your old man can’t get it and'—” “But—but you’re savin' up to get married, ain’t you?” she protested. “I can’t take your whole roll this way—honest I can’t. I ain’t got a right to take any of it; but—but if: you’d spare me five bucks maybe I’d get to save somethin’ next week.” respectable anyhow. I met Cora < She extended the money as if to (she’s the one I’m telling you about) J give it back to him, and Don, taking a day last winter when I was freez-^ ing, and believe it or not, she was wearin’ a fur coat!” Don advised soberly: "I’d stay re­ spectable just the same, sister, if I were you.” “And see my boy friend goin’ with another girl because I ain’t got a decent rag to wear when he talkies me out?” she retorted furiously. “It ain’t as if I could spend what I make on clothes, as some girls can. My old man don’t work steady and I have to help my mother. Once last winter I saved ten dollars for a new dress. Thought it was safe under the newspaper in my bureau drawer; but —but my old man smelt it out and took it. Ain’t that a dirty trick to play on yer’old kid?” “I’ll say it is-’ Don felt a consuming .desire to lay violent hands on the “old man.” “We was goin’ to a danice that Saturday, me’n Joe.” The girl spoke1 hurriedly, as if it were a relief to tell her story. “He thinks I looik swell in pink. That’s why I wanted the new dress. I didn’t find out about the money till—till Friday, the day I was goin’ to buy it. 'They was a big sale on down to Raney’s and I seen the one I wanted in the win­ dow, only eigh-ninety-five, kid, and worth fifteen it ’twas worth a dol­ lar. It had gold Jace on it. “Well, I never got it, o-’ course. Seems like I never got anything I Want. Joe took the Ryserson girl to the party instead o’ me. Old man .............‘ ' i ii—iii ...................... -) ii her hand in bolh of his, said gently “No: It’s yours sister, every darn cent of it. My girl would want you to have it. See’i She likes to look swell, too, you know. She’ll under­ stand. Why, you poor kid! Don’t cry. It’s nothing—nothing at all to cry about ...” Don ceased, ducking his head against the blinding glare of head­ lights as a big car moved slowly across the bridge. Not until later did he recall the fact that as those pow­ erful lights picked him out of the darkness, the car had wavered for a moment, almost stopped, before it went on into the night. A week dragged by, one of those first hot weeks that saps the energy Even Nora wilted, and wilting, tho­ ught compassionately of Don, sen­ tenced to spend those enervating days in the correct attire of a busi­ ness man. How, ehe asked herself, could she ever stick it out until Oc­ tober? And if he didn’t . . . .She came in early one afternoon to find her father at home, minus his collar and seated by an electric fan He said, smiling an apology: “Its so blamed hot downstairs I couldn’t stand it. Don’t think I’ve ever known it so warm this time of year. What do you say to getting into the coun­ try earlier than usual, my dear? You look—” “Don’t say how I look!” begged Nora, slumping down limply beside the fan. “I was hoping there was something the matter with the hall Severe Pains in His Back So Bad Could Hardly Move Mrs. Errol Hamilton, R. R. 1, Cataraqui, Ont., writes: — My husband had been suffering, for a whole year, from severe pains in his back and they were so bad at times he could hardly move. t hiany different remedies, but got no relief. I Was told to get Doan’s Kidney Pills for him, which I did, and he has never been bothered since, and his kidneys work fine.” all and general siorrs; put up only by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. mirror? Such early heat is down­ right wicked, isn’t it? I—I’m not go­ ing to the country, father.” “What do you mean?” In his amazement James was ob­ livious of a bead of perspiration that tridkled persisently down his nose. “I’m staying here,, that’s all.” as­ serted Leonora. “Ned and his family will be only to glad to keep you com­ pany. It will save them money. Thart always appeals to Ned, you know; and Corinne will be spared the bother of opening her own big house something she grumbles about for weeks beforehand. Or if this plan doesn’t work out, Aunt Jean would stay with you. Perhaps you’d like that better anyway. Ned, Junior, is getting to be a pest. That boy needs some good old-fashioned chores, if you ask me.” “What do you know about chores?” chudkiled her father; then added, before the girl could answer: “You can’t stay here, child.” “Why not? The house is always open.” “But you’d suffocate, Nora.” “And what about Don, with no place but a boarding house bedroom or a park bench to spend hot even­ ings? JHe’s enduring a lot for me, daddy. If I can’t hang around and drive him out into the country af­ ter his work’s done, *—I'm a slack­ er.” Her father considered this in sil­ ence, pondering on the miracle of what lo.ve does to one. He had sometimes thought Nora a bit heed­ less of other people, partly because most of her own desires had been gratified so easily; yet she ,was de­ liberately contemplating a summer in the city just to make life pleas­ anter for that young man. It was, he reflected, immensely surprising. He said: “Will Don let you do it?” “He’s not consulted. Of course he’ll protest when he finds out, Dad but you know how stubborn I can be!” “I do,” smiled James. “Ring for a cold drink, Nora. You look apop­ lectic. I can’t say I liikie this plan of yours, my dear; but I suppose you’ll honor us for week-ends.” “Does that invitation include Don?” “It does if I can get you no other way,” her father confessed with honesty. “Don’t you realize daugh­ ter, that I’m likely to miss you?” Nora was touched. She said, gent­ ly, “That’s nice of you, dad, espec­ ially when I’m driving you almost crazy. I’d kiss you if it wasn’t so blazing hot.” "Don’t!” James protested. "Hu­ man contact a day like this would be unbearable.” Yet the truth was, he would have welcomed her kiss with pleasure be­ cause he felt that they were friends again. The knowledge comforted him greatly. Despite the heat and Nora’s decision about the summer, James felt more, light-hearted than he had for weeks. Even some guard­ ed questions, put by Ned that night, questions as to where Don Mason spent- the evenings he didn’t spendi with Nora, failed to disturb him. ‘You’ll have trouble pinning any damaging conduct on that young man, Ned. He’s, not our sort, of course; but there’s- noxning wrong with his morals, I’m sure of that.” “What makes you eo sure, Father? “Partly things he’s told me him­ self—things about life, you know; and partly from observations. Did you spend every evening with Cor­ inne the year you were engaged, Ned?” “No, but—” “Look here,” broke in the older man,, have you heard something about Don, something unsavoury?” Ned admitted he hadn’t; and, de­ ciding there would be no virtue in worrying his father, dropped the subject, to James’ evident relief. In fact, James Lambert went to bed in an uncommonly agreeable frame of mind. Things seemed to be work­ ing out all right. The knowledge that Don had dined not once, but several times with a world-famous arctic explorer, had made an im­ pression; and several people had spoken warmly about the fellow. Folitos liked him, apparently. And he was doing well enough in the of­ fice, considering that the work was new to him—that he’d had no train­ ing. No doubt Don would see, af­ ter a while, that a matt with a fam­ ily must settle down, Yes, James went to bed in a peaceful frame of mind. OFF COLOUR? HOW IS YOUR LIVER? Wake up your Liver Bile —Without Calomel Your liver’s a very small organ, but it cer­ tainly can put your dig-stive and eliminative organs out of kilter, by refusing to pour out ita daily two pounds of liquid bile into your bowels You won't completely oorrect such a condition by taking snhs, oil, mineral water, laxative candy or chewing gum, or roughage. When they’ve moved your bowels they’re through—and you need a liver stimulant. Carter’s Little Liver Pills will soon bring back the sunshine into your life. They’re purely vege­ table. Safe. Sure. Ask for them by name. Refuse substitutes. 25c at all druggists. <8 No so Nora. To save Don the trip across town by trolley she had driven out and picked him up at his boarding house. He was waiting for her on the steps in white trous­ ers and blue coat—the correct pic­ ture of a handsome young man ap^ propriately attired for a hot even­ ing; but one glance told the estute Nora that something was wrong She said, returning nis somewhat patient smile of greeting: “Hop in Don; but slip off your coat. No reas­ on for being more uncomfortable than necessary. “Oh, may I?” (To be continued) REPORT OF S. S. NO. 7, STEPHEN The following is the report of S. S. No. 7, Stephen for January and February. Sr. iv—Ida Sweitzer 74; Milton Sweitzer 62. Jr. IV—Ada Gaiser 71; Earl Pick, ering 70i; Mabel Harlton 65; Roy Baynham 64; Iva Piclkiering 63; E. Lovie 62; Maleida 'Clarke absent. iSr. Ill—Haro'ld, Fflnkbeiner 76; Robert Gower 71; Kenneth Baker 7 Ot; Hazel Pickering 66. Jr. Ill—iMelvin Gaiser 68; Roy Clarke, absent. Sr. II—Jack Ratz 79; Donald Ratz 75; Stuart Sweitzer 73. Jr. II—'Catherine Keogh 78.4; Lila Finkbeiner 78.2; Iva Gower 78; Ja'dk Pickering 71; Ross Pickering 70. 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STANBURY, President Secretary-Treasurer ALL PREMIUMS WILL BE DELIVERED TO MEMBERS To the Fellow Who’ll Take My Place The late Franicis Abbott on the ‘Tuesday before tak­ ing ill broadcasted over CFPiL, London, and, one of the numbers he gave on that occasion was the following: Here is a toast that I want to, drink, To a fellow I’ll never knowl—i To the man who’s going to take my place When it’s time for me to go. , I wonder what sort of a chap he’ll be, And I hope I can take his hand, Just to whisper, “I wish you well, old man,” In a way that he’ll understand. I’d like to give the cheering word, That I’ve longed at times to hear; I’d like to give him the warm handclasp When never a friend seems near. I’ve learned my lesson by sheer hard work, And I wish I could pass it on To the fellow who’ll come to take my place, Some day when I am gone. Will he see all the sad mistakes I’ve made? Will he count all the battles lost? 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