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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-04-12, Page 6THVBSBAX, APRIL IS, 1084 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE SHE LOST 32 LBS, - SHINING PALACE - by Christine Whiting Parmenter SYNOPSIS Nora,’ adopted' daughter of James Lambert, indulgent old gentlemen has 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 he 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 poor opinion of Don. Goaded by Ned, Don is trying desperately to be­ come a business man. Ned and Don had a final disagreement com­ ing to blows and Don left. He and Leonora were married immediate­ ly and left for a shack) in Maine belonging to an artist friend -of Don’s. THE STORY His eyes brightened at this care­ fully stimulated enthusiasm. "As near as. it can be and not get washed away in winter; yet it’s far enough from the beach where the summer people bathe to give us pri­ vacy. You’ll have it, Nora; once you get the hang of things; and I’ll do the cooking. Cooking is one of my real accomplishments, as you’ll soon find out.’’ "Which sounds,” he laughed, "as if you doubted that it’s one of mine, Nora never forgot their arrival at "the shack” next afternoon. It had been raining all day; and though rain was needed to cool the air, it added neither cheer nor comfort to the atmosphere of that one-time fish-house, long unoccupied, covered with dust and cobweos, stifling, with the accumulated heat of weeks. If James Lambert’s, pampered daughter needed discipline, she got it in the moment when ner new hus­ band unlocked the door and thrust her hurriedly inside out of the driv­ ing rain; and it is to Nora’s, ever­ lasting credit that Don did not sus­ pect the consternation that surged through her loyal heart. The charm of the place which she was to know later, was wholly lost amid * the •gloom and darkness of that stormy day. Don, having seen the room with sunlight dancing across the worn old floor, never realized just how it looked to ILoonora. In that first mo­ ment she wanted to cry out: "Oh, Don, we can’t stay nere! Not now anyway!” To one reared in the soft lap of luxury, such a proceeding seemed well nigh impossible. In­ deed, the words of protest were on her lips, when, glancing up quickly in dimsay, she saw her husband’s face. And it was a transfigured face. It was the face of a tired small boy who has reached home. It brought a lump into Nora’s throat. It brought swift ■tears into her eyes. (Said Don, throwing a casement window open at his back: "Isn’t this wonderful, Nora? The view on a clear day is simply marvelous. Isn’t that fire­ place a corker? It taxes in a four- foot log—not that one wants to con­ sider fires just now! But we’ll cool off soon as the air blows, through here. Lucky the rain’s not coming from all directions as Tve seen it do. We’ll have things snug long before bedtime, and—” He turned, caught her close, hun­ grily. "Oh, Nora, tell me I’m not dreaming; It’s so heavenly to be away from all that clamor—to he where it’s quiet—to be back here, dearest, with you—with you!” And what could a xovlng woman say to that? No hardships or inconveniences are ever so hard and inconvenient to man, as they are to woman. In that moment Nora grasped this first lesson she was to learn of marriage and was forever thankful that no word of hers had cast a shadow on Don’s happiness. For things were not so bad as she had feared. Slipping into a paint-stained smock discovered in a closet, Don declared cheerfully that when all else failed he could always earn their living as a houseman. It was amazing how rapidly he did away with all that dust. And what seemed stranger still to the bewil­ dered bride, he appeared to derive pleasure from the performance! The revolting cobwebs vanished as if by magic while Nora was hunting thro’ her luggage for some Costume suit­ ed to the task in hand. "But I didn’t realize the crying need of aprons in the life of a mar­ ried -woman,” she admitted with chagrin. "Where are the towels Don Perhaps I can do my share if I pin one around me. I mustn’t spoil my wedding gown, you Know.” ‘.I’ll say you mustn’t!” Don swung down from a step-ladder to embrace Nora with all the ardor of a brand nPw husband. "When you say ‘wedding gown’ woman, It sends a delicious shiver up my spine. And don’t you worry about the lack of aprons. Jim Perkins’ general store up at the Port supplies every need in the life of a modern housewife from bathing suits to vanity cases. The to-wels are, or were anyhow, in a bureau draw; but this filthy job is mine alone, Mrs. Mason. Look here!” (with a glance from the west window) "I believe the deluge is over. It won’t surprise me if we get a bully sunset!” They did; and this auspicious ending of the day cheered Nora im­ measurably, giving her a bit of needed courage. The sun broke through the clouds, -as last, and with its cheerful rays streaming in at the open casement, the oil stove seemed less dismaying—the lack of running water something that could be en­ dured—for a time, at least! After all, nothing mattered except this chance to help Don back to his nor­ mal, sunny self, thought Nora— nothing, perhaps save the parting with her father. The sadness of that parting still hovered near, when after a supper of bread and milk ("The first bread and milk supper I’ve had since I was six years old!” admitted NoTa) they tramped half a mile up the beach, and from a sand dune saw a , full moon rise out of the sea. Sit­ ting there quietly, watching that ever-widening path of gold, hearing the soft, low murmur of breaking waves, Don felt that his cup of joy was running over. He said, drawing the girl closer: "Happy, beloved?” "Happy,” said Nora. He turned to search her face in the growing brightness, conscious of a reservation in the answer; and, loving her greatly, Don understood. "Try to forget your father for a little while,” he told her. "For you to worry won’t help him now, dear; and—and it hurts you.” The fingers clasping his own, tightened a little. "But 'he’s suffering, Don. It would be cruel if I forgot that alto­ gether. I wonder—” "Yes?” he urged after a silence. “Would you mind if—if I wrote to him once in a while, dear?” "Why should I mind, Nora?JJ - "But he’s so unjust to you, Don. Terribly, terribly unjust. I couldn’t have you feel that I wasn’t loyal.” "Oh, my dear! Haven’t you given me proof of your loyalty? Write to your father of course, if it will make you happier. Who am I to deny him the comfort of your letters? He’s got only the shadow—poor man!— while I have the substance! Yes, do write, even if you receive no answer He’s angry now; but heTl treasure those letters just the same.” Not for years was. Don to know how true a prophecy that was. Nora wrote next day, write as she might have a year before, ignor­ ing utterly their tragic parting: "Dear dear, we’re on the coast of Maine, occupying a studio (It goes by the classy name of ‘shack’!) that belongs to a friend of Don’s, Carl Venable, whose work you think1 so wonderful. It’s a darling place, Troubled With Her Liver Coated Tongue Every Morning For salo at all drug and general Toronto, Ont. Mrs. A. J. Lansky, Alberton, Sask., writes:—“I had trouble with my liver, and every morning I would wake up with a thickly coated tongue, and would feel so tired I found it hard to do my housework. One day I read about Milburn’s Laxa-Liver Pills. I got two vials and am now feeling well again, and am able to attend to my household duties without any trouble?’ A stores; put up only by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, right on the dunes, with the broad Atlantic for a front yard, and a glimpse of pine covered hills behind us. I’m out on the tiny porch (just big enoulig to hold a bridal couple, dad!) breathing in huge mouthfuls of cool, salt air, and hoping you are not suffocating in the city. And from the delicious odors issuing from -within, I judge that the fish chowder my husband (!) has prom­ ised me for dinner, is in the mak­ ing. It’s a relief to find him a good cook, father. Otherwise we might suffer from starvation or indiges­ tion or omething. Why in the ■world didn’t you sent? me to cook­ ing school instead of college? .She covered six pages with cheer­ ful nothings, and ended as she had ended all her letters to him since childhood: ‘ I love you heaps, dad­ dy, your Nora.” Nor did she omit the three black crosses below her name. They signified kisses. 'She had never forgotten them, even in the busy days at college >or when touring Europe. The girl knew, though he had never told her in so many words, that her father would feel cheated if those crosses (first appearing in her letters when she was only seven and James away on business) were omitted. Nora mailed the letter that after­ noon when they went to the Port in search of a kitchen apron. "Do you think he’ll answer it?” she questioned, hope in her voice: and Don. who had been wondering the same thing, thougnt savagely: "He’s a beast if he doesn’t” although all he said was: "I wouldn’t expect too much of him—at first, Nora.” James Lambert did nor answer that letter; but one afternoon some ten days later when they turned away from the postoffice, empty handed, as usual, Jim Perkins, who ran not only the general store but the express office, hailed them, jov­ ially: "Hi, there IMr. Mason! Your wife’s baggage come in on the morning train. Want I should carry it down to the shack right away?” Puzzled they crossed the street and entered the small frame build­ ing which served the American Ex­ press. What, Nora was thinking, could the man mean? Then her eyes fell on the familiar steamer trunks that had occompanied her all over1 Europe. Beside them neatly tagged with her new name, stood a wardrobe trunk that she had never seen before—a handsome one. Her heart quicken­ ed when she saw that the tags were addressed in the neat, clear script of a generation that knew no type­ writers—her father’s penmanship. "He—he has sent my things,” she said to Don, her voice unsteady. "I see,” Don murmured; then to the expressman; "We’re on our way home now, Jim. Send ’em along.” “You can ride on the truck, both o’ you, just as well as not,” offered the man cheerfully. "That is,’ he added with a twinkle, "if the lady’s not too proud!” "She’s not,” Nora assured him, and managed a light laugh, while the man shouted to some invisible person in the rear; "Back the truck right up to the platform, Iry, and cart these trunks down to Mr. Ven­ able’s. old shack. And get a move on!” The trunk’s were locked. “Which means,” said Don, when they made the discovery, ".that the keys are coming along by mail. I really didn’t expect your father’d write, Nora, but, perhaps he will.” "Oh, if he only would!” she an­ swered; but her hope was in vain. The next mail brought a registered package containing trunk keyes. Nothing more. Nora, who had been opening the small box with eager fingers, flushed hotly in disappoint­ ment; and Don laid a gentle hand upon her shoulder. "Buck up, dear. (Some day he’ll undersand.” "I think,” she said a moment later as she fitted a small brass key into its lock, "I think he just wanted to get rid of everything—everything that reminded him or—or me, Don? "And it’s quite as likely,” observ­ ed her husband with characteristic fairness, "that he knew these things would help if we were hard up. He loves you, Nora. Never forget that.” Nora arose and put her arms around him. "Oh, Don!” she cried. "If I could only be sure!” James Lambert had sent his daughter’s entire wardrobe, "Everything from my beautiful seal coat to the gold mesli bag he. New Frocks No Longer Worried Her "How did she lose that 32 lbs. of fat?” is what you will be asking. Let her tell you herself;-— "About 18 months ago I weighed 17 8 lbs.'—which I can "assure you annoyed jne very much. Everything seemed to worry me, especially new clothes. Nothing would fit me com­ fortably, and walking was. unbear­ able. I was advised by a friend to try Krusclien Salts, and I am very glad I did, too. During the first ten months I lost 28 lbs. of fat. Now, for the last six months my weight has been 146 lbs., and I feel much better in health. I have all my weight tickets to substantiate my state­ ments.”— (Mrs.) M. P. Krusclien contains those six min­ eral salts, proportionately balanced, found in the waters of those famous European iSpas used by generations of fat people to reduce weight.- Krusclien helps blood, nerves, glands and body organs to function properly—you gain new strength and energy—feel years younger—- look better, work better. cure a kiss. "■Of course you’ll learn! The fried potatoes this noon were marvellous; and those last biscuits, melted in my mouth.” "Fried potatoes!” Nora echoed scornfully. "A new worn infant could fry potatoes, Don!” It was a happy time; and the rainy morning when Don opened the crates and boxes which threaceed to crowd all firewood from the shed—things he had found in far, far corners of the world, was a red letter day, and never forgotten by Leonora, It was these treasures (through her unsus­ pecting husband didn’t guess it till long after) which gave the girl her first sharp longing for a home. Hitherto she had thought only of possessing Don; but as sue dropped to her knees in rapture before an arm chair of red lacquer exquisite­ ly decorated with mother-of-pearl inlay, something within her that is a part of every normal woman, stir­ red to life. Don smiled, watching the dreams he did not undersand, dawn in her eyes. (Continued next week) S ..... Exetrr Stitira-Aimorate Established 1873 and 1887 Published every Thursday morning at Exeter, Ontario SUBSCRIPTION—?2.00 per year In advance. RATES—Farm or Real Estate to? sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c. per line of six words. Reading notices 10c. per line. Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c. per line. In Memoriam, with one verse 50o. extra verses 25c. each. **9 Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association gave me Christmas.” Nora spoke from the floor while she extricated this costly trinket from the toe of a smart tan over­ shoe. She smiled a little. "Dad must have packed this stuff himself, Don. Martha would never have put that gold mesh bag in such a place. Why, how queer this is I. . .” Her voice faded curiously into si­ lence and Don turned from prepar­ ing lunch to join her. - "What’s queer?” he questioned Nora looked up, a puzzled ex­ pression clouding her eyes. "There’s money here—nere in this bag, I mean. I never carried money in it, Don—that is, not more than a dollar or so or an emergency. But this looks. . Don knelt beside her, taking a roll of bills from it’s golden hiding place. "It—it’s a thousand dollars!” he said, after a moment, awe in his voice. "It’s ten one hundred dollar bills, Nora! Are you absolutely sure that you didn’t leave it here?” .She laughed unsteadily. "'Of course I’m sure. Do you imagine that I went ’round carrying a thousand dollars'—especially in a mesh bag for any one to see? Even I wasn’t as1 careless of money as all that! Dad must have put it there when he packed these things, Don. Oh, it was dear qf him! How—-how can anybody be so dear, and yet so hard? He bothered to pack my clothes himself, I know he did. And he sent everything—everything ex­ cept my silver slippers. I wonder— (she glanced up wistfully) "I won­ der why he kept the slippers, Don.” "It is so hard to guess, darling?” Don answered; and then, perhaps because she had been fighting them courageously for days, Nora’s tears came. Looking back on that summer over a span of years, it seemed to Leonora Mason the most tranquil of her entire life. For Don the adven­ turer, was too spent to be restless. He wanted only the healing peace of woods and rocks, and white-capped water, these and—Nora. Slowly and steadily his lost weight came back. His skin darkened to its. accustomed tan. His buoyant step which the girl had missed so sorely, returned also, though, strangely perhaps, this was the last thing to mend. It was Don who instructed his wife in the art of cooking. "Not that I mind being chef to the Queen of Hearts," he told, her, "but you’ve got to learn, madam. Gomes times when, your man gets home after a hard day’s, work he’ll want his dinner. But I wouldn’t begin with soups, if I were you,” he added cautiously; "That tomato bisque—” Laughter sprang into his eyes, as they met her®; and Nora said: “You were a hero to swallow it! My father would have thrown the whole mess out the door. Do you suppose I’ll ever, ever learn, Don?” She looked so like a troubled little girl, this usually sophisticated bride of his, that Don,, pulled him- sef out of the big arm chair to se- WESTERN FARMERS’ MUTUAL WEATHER INSURANCE CO. OF WOODSTOCK THE LARGEST RESERVE BAL­ ANCE OF ANY CANADIAN MUT­ UAL COMPANY DOING BUSINESS OF THIS KIND IN ONTARIO Amount of Insurance at Risk on December 31st, 1933, $17,880,739 Total Cash in Bank and Bonds $313,730.63 Rates—$4.50 per $1,000 for 3 years E. F. 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Sr. IV—Reta Masse 73. * Jr. IV—Kenneth Weber 74; Eu­ nice Oestreich er 73. Sr. HI—Orlen Scnwaritzen'tr’uber 66; Carl Oestreicher 65; Elmore.Ra­ der 64. Jr. Ill—-Jack Weber 7,2; Martha Miller 67; *Esther Price 63; Hilda Rader 15 9; Hilda Becker 5!5’; Ernest Masse 51. Sr. II—*Eileen (Miller 72; Louise Finkbeiner 71; Louise Masse 5'5. Jr. II—Lorna IM'iller 79; *Rosa- lene Miller 76; I — *Dorothy Price 7'5; Lyla Schwartzentruber 64; *Helen Miller 62. .Primer—John Masse 7)5; Howard .Finkbeiner 70; *Merla Miller 65. Agnes Y. Robertson, teacher REPORT OF S. S. 7, STEPHEN Following is the result of the Eas­ ter examinations at S. S. No. 7, Ste­ phen. Those marked with an aster­ isk were absent for part of the ex­ aminations. iSr. IV—Ida Sweitzer 72; Milton Sweitzer 57*. Jr. IV—Earl Pickering 72; Ada Gaiser 68; Iva Pickering 65; Roy Baynham 6,5'; IMialeida Clarke 64; Emerson Lovie 61; Mabel Harlton 65*. !Sh III—Kenneth Baker 79; Har­ old Finkbeiner 78; Hazel Pickering 75; Bob Gower 74. 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