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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-04-05, Page 6THURSDAY, APRIL 5th, 1931 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE * SHINING PALACE by Christine Whiting Parmenter SYNOPSIS Nora, adopted1 daughter of James Lambert, indulgent old gentlemen lias decided to marry Don Mason, who lacked stability. Nora’s mother ran away with a singer who later deserted her and on a deathbed wrote a leter to her husband James. Lambert. He came and took her daughter Nora to his home. Now lie is anxious to protect Nora from such a mar riage when Nora insists, he agrees to give Don a year’s trial in busi ness under his son, Ned Lambert, who like his father has a opinion Don is come a poor of Don. Goaded by Ned, trying desperately to be- business man. father might be on their way to her But he cou ld telephone—prepare the girl for what was coming; and would not it hurt less to say good-bye if he did not see her? Hot and breathless though small door, what out . “hel’Jo1 the the hear were ■ ==111 I" ■... ...... Exeter ©imeja-Aimnrate Established 1873 and 1887 Published every Thursday mornini at Exeter, Ontario SUBSCRIPTION—$2.00 per year in advance. has no one but me. Try after I’m gone, won’t you, to see my side of it? Between us all we nave done something to Don — hurt him un speakably. He’s lost faith in himself and I’ve got to help him get it back. Without my help he might never get it back, father. And I love him, as you once loved my mother. Can’t you remember that, Jad, and—and understand?” (Silence. A broad back turned to her, “I—I am going now, father. . . Won’t—won’t you say goodr-bye?” And still only that dreadful si lence, a silence which seemed, some how alive with tears. ... A closing door. . , It was ten years before James heard her voice again. They went to Maine. "It’s the first time I can remem ber,” Don told his bride, “when I haven’t been crazy to get aboard a boat and see things—new thingsl— places I’ve dreamed of. I .don’t un derstand myself, Nora. Is it only be cause I’m so let down? All I want now is to escape from this heat and turmoil—to lie on my back in the cool woods and look up at the sky, or watch the big waves roll in on a hard beach. I’ve got to do something like that, dear, until this fiendish a'hrm clock stops ringing in my ears. I’ll admit it scares me. Let’s go to Maine.” “But your hard-earned thousand will melt away so fast at a hotel, Don,” objected Nora with new-born caution. Don glanced at her, so sweet, so young, so infinitely precious and for the first time in his twenty-seven carefree years, a sense of responsi bility crept over him:—responsibility for Nora’s happiness. “It’s more than a thousand now,” he answered gravely. “Have you for gotten that I’ve been holding down a steady job? And a hotel isn’t necessary, is it—even on one’s hon eymoon? You see tnere's a place I can take you—a studio belonging to a New York artist. lou've heard me speak of Ven, Nora. He’S aboard just now; but I’m always at liberty to go there. Besides—” (a smile sprang into his expressive eyes) “it happens to hold the ‘worldly goods’ which I’ve recently endowed wife, and perhaps she’d like chance to look ’em over!” Nora laughed at the idea; questioned, not without curiosity: “What sort of worldly goods, Don?” “Just you wait and see, young lady!” he responded. “Honestly, Nora I couldn’t get along without that old shack. When I’m ‘over the hills and far away’ and happen to stumble on something too beautiful to resist, I simply ship it to Maine (provided I have sufficient cash to by the thing) rrsnerman who for Ven, stores NOW- Minard's! Keep Minard’s handy in the house. You never know when you’ll need it! NEW METAL CAP hermetically seals in strength of liniment. Prevents spilling. Easily re moved for use. Rub in Minard’s freely for any mu*- cular pains or stiffness, sore feet, rheumatic aches, etc. Solei Agenttt Harold F. Ritchie 9 HARPLEY RATES—Farm or Real Estate fo» sale 50c, each insertion for flnt four Insertions. 25c. each subse quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c. per line of six words. 10c. per line. 5'0c. Legal ad- 8c. per line. In one verse 50c. each. “It’s fierce, Nora.” ' “Well, get some bread, and milk, Don. You need it. (This call will i set you back a week’s pay, darling!) ■ Then go to your room and pack. I’ll s be outside there in a taxi as soon as i possible. “If I’m late, wait for me. I’ve got i- to see you. Promise you I wait, Don? •What else could he"do? As for Nora, she hung up the re ceiver and sat quite still for a time, , thinking. It seemed incredible that after all Don’s patience and forbear • ance, this was the end! Another tra gedy for her father. (How could she bear it?) Happiness tarnished by ' regrets for herself and Don. there was no no other way would believe encounter. He all forgiving. Nora knew. Anything she might say to him would be quite futile—useless. A scene would only hurt them both; but could she do the easy thing—ieave him as her mother had done so many years ago with merely a letter of farewell? Being Nora, remembering the refuge his arms had been to a frightened child who had watched with death, she . could not. Her father deserved bet ter than that, though he would be unyielding. Nora knew how yielding he would be ... . She arose at last, going, up wide staircase slowly, almost reluc tantly. Somehow this home had never seemed so dear to her, nor so desirable. Passing her father’s bed room she paused a moment, recall ing the many times a little girl, wak ing to bad dreams, had scampered into his big bed fioir comfort. And now she must leave him—hurt him cruelly. Would he understand .some day—forgive her? Nora packed, sliipped into the cool dark dress that would ding gown; forgot her father’s pic ture (the one taken especially for her when opened her photograph broken. 'A her throat, fast—fast, weep; and when all was done, stood at the door a while letting her eyes dwell lovingly on every detail/ of the room—her own first room. . . . Would her father leave it just as it was, she wondered—just as they’d furnished it together for her six teenth brthday? James, was fastid-' ious about such things. It was the one point on which they never clashed. What a time they had had over her rose-tiled bathroom! Her father had fussed. Each fixture must be the finest—the most perfect The antique bed they had picked up at an auction in the country. How he had gTowed over the satin-smooth mahogany—dear dad! As for the rug—they had hunted the city over for that rug. It must be Oriental, James insisted, yet It must blend with the soft rose hangings at the windows. They had found it at last; an exquisite Persian that might have been woven for a queen’s boudoir. Even Nora thoughtless about money had blinked at the price; and her father had laughed at her. . . Well, that was over. The girl took one long look and turned away. It was so dreadful to go without fare wells. Even dear Martha Berry, James Lambert’s housekeeper, who Nora believed, loved her as devotedly as any mother, had <en that morn ing to oversee the opening of the country house. How still everything seemed as she went downstairs! “As still,” she murmured, “as if someone had just died here.” Nora paused then, hand on latch and said “Good-bye, dear, darling home, Good-bye, I will come back some day Reading notices Card of Thanks vertising 12 and Memoriam, with extra verses 25c. Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association booth was, Don closed No one save Nora must he had to say. If she . . . But no, that was her own coming across the wire. He said, making the words as light as possible: “That you Nora? I had to call to tell you some bad news. A half hour back I lost my temper— knocked down your estimable broth er, so—so I’m on my way.” There was a silence. Then: —your way where, Don?"’ “Anywhere—out of this cursed city,” he answered, his voice gruff because the consternation in her own voice made him a little sick. “Your father’s right, Nora. I’m no good. That’s why I’m leaving; not because His Royal Highness ordered me out of town. Remember that.” “But—what possessed such a thing, Don?” Her voice was steadier gave him courage. “That’s why I called he said quiet’iy. “I wanted my side of the story to reach you first. I—I tried my darndest to be fair, dear. He saw me talking to that girl I told you about—the kid I gave the money to, you know. Soon as I realized what he was driving at I told him the whole story; but—well, he did not believe it, Nora. That’s all I think.” Don’s voice was crisp, hard, brit tle. Recalling the insult, hot, rage ran over him like little flames. Said Nora, breathSessly: “You don’t mean—you can’t mean, Don, hat Ned called you a liar?” “Not in as but what he same thing, to him, Nora! cept for your idea firmly planted in his head that after I say good-night to. you. ~I— Well, filiA in the story for yourself. It’s not pretty, but it doesn’t require a great deal of imagination.” “Oh, Don! He—he couldn’t have meant that!” “He did, my dear. I want you to know that I had provocation. I apol- matters; end to— ‘Your THE STORY Anger was surging through him, hot waves of anger. Never had Don felt anything just like them. He arose, slowly, his dazed head pound ing. Did Nora’s brother actually doubt his word? It was unthink able—some hideous mistake. He gripped a chair, his nervous fingers tense, as Ned, who had also risen, anwered; “I imply nothing. I have no use for implications in such a matter. But for you to expect me to believe that any man in his sense sees a girl for the first time—-the first time, mind you, and because she, tells him a flimsy sob story, hands over his whole roll—-well, it simply won’t go down, young man. A yarn like that doesn’t hold water. People don’t meet by chance on bridges and confide their life histories to each other, not in this age. And decent girls don’t accept money from com plete strangers, anyhow. I hate to say this, Mason, but after all, Nora’s my sister, and if you’ve been double crossing her—running around some cheap dame until morning isn’t fit to—” Ned Lambert never finished sentence. Something as hard as it was unexpected came in contact with his jaw, and he went down. When furiously, he got to his feet, a white faced Don exploded: “Will you take that back?” “Damned if I do, you lazy—” “Take care!” warned Don, “or you’ll get the mate to it!” He reach ed for his hat.—set it firmly on his head. ‘Well, I’m through here now, I’ve that to thank you for.” He moved toward the door, then turned forcing himself to say: “Look here, Lambert. For Nora’s sake I apolo gize for hitting you, though I’d pro bably do it again under the same provocation. But you’ll do well to. remember that I’m not a liar; and | ogized afterwards, if that if you’re unaware that sister’s the sort a fellow doesn’t double-cross, I advise you to make her acquaint ance.” “And I advise you,’’ Ned thunder ed, his hand nursing an aching jaw, “to take the first train out of town!’ “Nothing,” said Don with a calm, ironic little bow that enraged his adversary, “would give me greater pleasure. Good afternoon.” A sense of joyous release possess ed Don Mason as he ewsed the door of that hated office behind him. In fact, he stormed down three flights of stairs before realizing that he was still six stories above the ground, and paused to await an elevator. But as he stood watching for a real sig nal, all his elation in the combat vannshed suddenly, leaving an al most physical nausea in its wake. For in those first esctatic moments he had forgotten Nora, his own small triumph was completely lost knowledge that it would things harder for her, make indeed, wellnigh unbearable, had he brought her anyway, he ask ed himself, save trouble and prob lems? Perhaps the kindest thing that he could do' was to obey brother’s furious command and away. Half dazed, Don went out into mid-day sunlight which beat down pitilessly on his throbbing head. Yes he would go away!—leave Nora to the life of ease and luxury that be her portion. But, (his fighting spirit rising) damned if he’d go be fore she’d heard his version of this morning’s trouble. And there was no time to lose. Already Ned and her with who that in the make them, What her the you now, you, to do which Nora, many words, perhaps, said amounted to the Oh, he had it coming I’m not even sorry, ex sake. He’s- got the a notice- to make a him. Be- before. I me, Nora, true colors but of course this puts an everything.” There followed a pause, ab)e pause before he heard her say: “Meaning me—Don?” He answered, forcing his voice to steadiness: “I’m afraid so, I can’t let you quarrel with your father for my sake, Nora.” “Doesn’t it make two quarrel, Don; “Not with a man like sides . . . .” “Besides what, dear?” “Only what I’ve said guess he’s Tight—about He’s shown me up in my I’ll' never be that important member of society—a good provider. I’m just a wash-out; and in the end you will be better off if you let me go.” The girl said, after a moment in which something' told her lover that she was fighting tears: “Is that what you want, Don? Are you so— so weary of everything that I seem a burden?” This was too much. Don simply couldn’t stand it. “Oh, Nora'” he said gently ‘Nora —my dear!” It was the heartbreak in his voice that decided Leonora. She said drawing a quick breath: “Listen Don (It’s all right Central. I know we’re talking overtime) Listen, dear Have you had lunch yet?” i This practical question brought him a little smile, as one smiles sometimes in the face of tragedy. “Not yet. Forgot completely. It’s not every day I knock a felow down Nora! And it’s so hot. ,My headi—i” I “It it still bad?” Terrible Backaches For Years Could Not Sleep at Night Mrs. Fred Forth, Wetaskiwin, Alta., writes:—“I wish to thank you for your medicine, Doan’s Kidney Pills. For several years I had terrible backaches that were so bad I could not sleep at night. I tried all kinds of medicine without getting any relief. One day a friend asked me to try Doan’s Kidney Pills and after using one box I felt much better; after using two boxes I was completely relieved and. could enjoy a full night’s sleep. For sale at all drug and general Htorcu; put Up only by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. Yet other way—could be for them now. James Ned’s version of the wou’mi be angry past m v r y t mrrrrvwm Professional Cards un- the be her wed- she went to college); suitcase and placed the where it would not be queer hard' lump rose in It hurt her. She worked so that she wou!fd not with my the hut a retired fish- I thought (Crowded out last week.) Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Love spent Thursday in London. Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Statton, of Grand Bend, spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Newton Hayter. The choir of Grace cnurch Greenway, were entertained at the home of Miss Millie McClinchey last Thursday evening. Miss Annie McGregor was moved to the hospital on Thursday where she underwent an operation for ap pendicitis. We hope to see her well again soon. Miss M. Desjardine went to Lon don on Saturday to visit Miss Annie McGregor. iMr. and Mrs. Ross Love .spent Sun day with Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Love. Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Eagleson of Grand Bend, spent Sunday with his parents Mr. and Mrs. Will Eagleson. Mr. Jack Ridley spent Saturday in London. Mr. and Mrs. Newton Hayter and family spent Saturday evening with Mr. ’ ~ - GLADMAN & STANBURY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &O. Money to Loan, Investments Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vault for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HENSALL CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &c LOANS, INVESTMENTS INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Main Street, EXETER, ONT. At Lucan Monday and Thursday and Mrs. Colin Love. WINCHELSEA was* on Wed- the first to the was in 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 Her eyes were wet with tears when a moment later she told the chauffeur to drive her* to James Lambert’s office. Don never heard the story of that interview, but knowing nis girl, he understood that she could not talk about it. For James in his anger had been unjust, the first time in all their years together. At the last Nora had said, her face curiously colorless as she stood with her back against the door: “You are mistaken, father. I am not ungrateful. I have been thought less sometimes, but I have never been ungrateful. Please relieve that I love you—terrib'ly, perhaps more than I ever did before. It kills me to go like his—leaving you angry. But you have Ned, who is almost your whole world, father; and Don and the—er—retired looks after the place it away.” “I never heard ot erman before, my dear, those salty specimens kept right on fishing until they drowned! And this studio you mention sounds more like a storage warehouse. Have you left a space where your friend the artist can set up his easel?” Don smiled. “He doesn’t need it. Three years! ago he bought an island1 farther up the coast, and has a bully place there If I’d let him, Nora, Ven would give me the shack outright.” “Why should he, Don? Is the man indebted to you?” “He seems to thinR, so; though it is utter nonsense, of course. I had the luck to save his oldest girl from dirowning; but it was all In the day’s work and his gratitude was the only reward I wanted. You’ve seen Ven’s work, Nora. He did those marvellous murals in—” “Not, Carl Venable?” gasped Nora “Don’t tell me the Ven you’ve talk ed about so casually is He?” “The very same, lady.” Don grin ned at her surprise. “I was coast guard down there one summer. Did n’t you know it?” Nora sighed helplessly. ‘‘Some day, my dear, I’ll ask for a list of things you Haven't been. It would be considerably shorter “than one of those you have. And does this shack you mention contain the crea ture comforts? The subject interests me.” Don closed1 his eyes a moment try ing to see things with Nora’s vision. Then he said dubiously: “I’ve always thought it a wonderful place, dear; but you—well, I can’t quite .see how it will look to you. There’s an old oil stove for cooking, and water pip ed to the back door, ir you call that comfort. Ven used1 it only for a studio. Originally it was an old fish house, I believe.” Though the girl's heart sank at I this description, one wouldn’t have j guessed it from her instant: “Why, that sounds fine, DOn! to the ocean?” (Continued next Week) (Crowded out last week.) Dr. Dunlop M.O.H., of ExeteT at the Winchelsea school nesday last administering inoculation for dyptheria children of the section. Mr. Horace Delbridge Oshawa last week and brought home a new Chevrolet car for himself. IMr. and Mrs. Roy Francis, Kirk ton, visited with iMr. and Mrs. R. E. Pooley on Wednesday (evening o’f last week. Mr. and Mrs. Walker Kerslake and Genevieve, Mr. and Mrs. Truman Fletcher spent Thursday of last week with |Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Stone, of Thames Road. Mrs. Arthur Day, (Mrs. John Flet cher, of Exeter, spent one day last week with Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Coward Mr. Wm. Francis, of Crosswell, Mich., spent a few days' last week with Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Clarke also Mr. and Mrs. George Coward. and Mrs Clarence Fletcher Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. H. of Saintsbury. and Mrs. George Frayne and son Harold of Exeter, attended the wedding of Walters-Clarke on Sat urday last. Mr. and Mrs. .Warner McRoberts, of Lucan called on Mr. and Mrs. G. Davis one day last week. Miss Jean Hocking, of Kirkton, visited her aunt Mrs. R. E. Pooley on Tuesday of last week. Mr. Fred Brock, of Hensall, spent the week-end with Mr. and >M>rs. F. Brock. Mrs. R. W. Batten and, family called on friends in the village day 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 3 0r25 Mr. spent Davis Mr. JOHN WARD CHIROPRACTIC, OSTEOPATHY, ELECTRO-THERAPY & ULTRA VIOLET TREATMENTS PHONE 70 MAIN ST., EXETER 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 last week. one i THAMES ROAD (Too late for last week) Roy’s Young People presented their play “Only a Stepdaughter” at Mt. Pleasant recently with suc cess. Thames Road are going to Londesboro in the near future with their play, “Wild Ginger.” The Y.P.S. met for their regular meeting Tuesday evening with the president, Wm. Lamport in the ■chair. Meeting opened with hymn and the Lord’s Prayer in unison, After the adoption of 'the minutes the roll call was answered with a Book from the Bible. Miss Black hall, convenor of Citizenship Dept, then took charge of the meeting. Hymn 120, “Come Let us Join in Cheerful Songs,” was sung and the Scripture was read by Missi Jeanette Stone, Miss Blackhall gave the to pic; Miss Mary Gardner and (Miss Beth Ballantyne sang a duet, follow ed with reading by Mrs. Jas. Miller. Rev. Hugh Taylor gave a very inter esting talk on ‘How News is Spread*. Mrs. Taylor then gave a piano solo; hymn 270 was sung and after the contests and games a very enjoyable meeting was brought to a close by all singing “O Canada.” FRANK TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and SatisfactlM Guaranteed EXETER P. O. or RING 138 USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY Head Office, Farquhar, Ont. President ANGUS SINCLAIR Vice-Pres., SJJMON DOW DIRECTORS SAM’L NORRIS J. T. ALLISON . WM. H. COATES, FRANK McConnell ’ AGENTS JOHN ESSERY, Centralia, Agent for Usborne and Blddulph ALVIN L. HARRIS, Munro, Agent for Fullarton and Logan THOMAS SCOTT, Cromarty, Agent for Hibbert B. W. F. BEAVERS Secretary-Treasurer | Exeter, Ontario 1 GLADMAN & STANBURY Solicitors. Exeter On Ono Bill Two passengers from Aberdeen were discussing after-dinnor orators; The one told of some fin© speeches he had heard and praised the elo quent wit of a tvell-known peef. Tho other wound Up the discussion with “Well I don’t know—'but the finest after-dinner speech I ever heard was ‘Put them on one bill waiter ’ ” | When the Chinese New Year j a • point of paying their debts. Do they | need further civilization. Is It close | comes around, the 'Chinese make • Point of navince HiP.tr zikMa h