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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-04-26, Page 2THURSDAY, APRIL 20th, 1934 s THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE SHINING PALACE by Christine Whiting Parmenter SYNOPSIS i Nora, adopted daughter Lambert, indulgent old 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 hex* 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 anfl Dun 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. of James gentlemen clasping his penny for the contribu- troubling you. dearst. I knew this tion box. Ad lastly, father—very afternoon, only I wanted time to dignified, you know, and a bit tin- think a little before I spoke. It’s comfortable in his Sunday suit —j your father, isn’t it? You hate to shoes squeaking a little; while some have him? prim old maid teacher melodei “See lost in a tion. as if Don, book. Do eyes L plays on . it!’ this “W rd b ■I heli pu ixy, »en THE STORY In theii' tragic parting he had been neither fail* to Doxi nor generous to herself. Yet the girl knew that it anything happened (that fateful “anything” we cannot voice), her father would send for her. She knew that should she fail to come safely through the “valley or rne shadow” which lay ahead, he would be at her side— with Don — when the lights went out. And she was going away, far, far beyond the reach of those steady comforting hands she loved so dear­ ly. Nora’s eyes misted. The lovely, distant shore became a blud. A lump rose in hex’ throat. She could not swallow it; and said, a»oua, a valor­ ous effort to pull herself together: “Hold tight, Nora! Don’t be a baby, Everything has its price, hasn’t it? Did you really expect to avoid pay­ ing? Be your age, can’t you? Re­ member you’re not a butterfly any more. (It’s just as well Dad kept those silver slippers!) Don’t you dare cry or I’ll be ashamed of you. I—” She sprang up startled, hearing nothing, yet cannily aware of an ap- proachig presence. Then she saw Don emerging from Between the highest dunes. He waved; came to­ward her rapidly. Not even that! dragging sand, s’ take the lightness from his tread. j “Gee! woman, you gave me the dickens of a scare!” He sank quite\ breathless onto the old pew drawing' her down beside him. “I actually wondered for a moment, (a terrible moment. Noi’a!) if you’d been 'kid­ napped. Then I discovered youi* foot­ prints in the wet sand and the rest was easy. But don’t you dare run off like this again and leave no message I’ve got a palpitation! Feel my heart." “You goose!” said Nora, and at something in her voice Don turned scanning her closely. “Why, what's the matter?” “Nothing, I’m just a little tired.” “Nonsense! I think youre home­ sick,” “Only—only a bit. We've been so happy here.” He smiled at that. “Is happiness a matter of location silly?” “Of course not, but. . . .” She hesitated and Don said with mock severity: “Listen to me madam Something has given you the blues —our last day, too! I shan’t allow it. Wxhat does it matter where we are, if we’re together? Why, we’re going to have a wonderful winter, Nora, Italy. The narrow streets of Capri. Warmth and sunshine. Good friends like Ven and Connie when we want ’em; and always each other sweetheart. Why are you sad?” “No reason,” admitted Nora, smil- in at him. “No reason at all.” Then in a defensive effort to change the subject. “Don, do you know what we’re sitting on?” He turned, stood up, regarding a carved post with, interest. “It looks like—it Is a pew out of some old church, Nora. Do you see this carving? It must have been done in the days when carpentry was an art and a man worked for the love of his task, as we all should now. A pew! A real old-fashion­ ed pew, isn’t it? Say! can’t you imagine the family that used to oc* cupy it? First mother, rustling up the aisle on Sunday morning in hOr best black silk, followed by three— no—” (his eyes were measuring the seat's capacity) “four kiddies, hushed and important, each I (the village music- soft music it, Nor > CtOUil of Don’ 'very bit as plain 'W, a m the . See Nora ture it’s the: ?vi» : TO. you a. de s were imagin- Do you kn could writ' laughed ill on th I at the ■ anrie: a li thought, nt •11:'IX st “Maybe I could- body hut you would read. moment, “it goes against everything in me. leaving a splendid piece of work like this to be haltered by the tempests of a New England winter. Why. it'll he buried in >n*w for weeks and weeks. Nora! Doesn’t seem right, docs it...-a pew out of an old church? If I knew who owned the thing I—I believe I'd buy it and cart it to the shack. set. it inside the barn, dear? door's nor locked. ether day." Already he was hasp—putting his heavy door. Then Nora' saw hex' husband's were fax* away from that weather­ beaten stable beside the sea. “I can’t help wondering about the man who carved those posts,” he observed dreamily. “I can’t help thinking how I’d feel myeslf if, af- ter creating anything so good, it was left neglected in such a place. Yotx see, the chap who did this carving- put his heart into it. He must have, or the work wouldn’t be so perfect. For all we know, it may have been a masterpiece. And he was carving to the glory of God, Nora—some­ thing he thought permanent—some­ thing he thought would be a part of that old church long, long after he was gone and perhaps forgotten.” Don paused, flushing a little as he met her eyes, “Am—am I an idiot, Nora, to want to save it for him?” She answered, rising: “You are a dreamer; hut I love you for it, Don.’ “And you’re a marvei to under­ stand,” he told her ardently. “Most any other girl would think me crazy. Lend a hand with that end, dear, and wp’11 have it safe inside in no time. Gee!” (as they laid their bur­ den down) “what a peach of a ' barn! I’m going to climb into the ig to look out of those colored windows.” i “And risk breaking a leg so we -can’t start tomorrow?” retorted ; Nora. “Really, Don, I believe there’s no one in the world just like you. One minute you’re a thoughtful idealist; then—presto, change! A bit of colored glass transforms you in­ to a little boy!” Yes. that was Don. Nora was think­ ing of this when, hours later, she lay trying to sleep, yet unable to close hex- eyes as she watched a harvest moon brighten the room. That was Don—a dreamex* who saw into the hearts of others. His imaginative sympathy might ruxi away with him at times, as it had today, perhaps; tout without that quality—without his unfailing capacity for seeing ‘the other fellow’s side,’ would able to regard her father bitterness? Her father! Leonora had thought of him behind hex* during the last few hours. Their supper had been a' gay affair. A bowl of late purple asters adorned the table; her biscuits were fluffy as could be de­ sired, and even James Lambert would have praised the soup! Since ’ they must rise at six .o’clock they had turned in early; but it is one thing to go to bed. and quite another to drop at once into refreshing slum­ ber. And now the old ache—the nos- galia of -the afternoon was back again. Strange, she pondered, that Don, sleeping so peacefully beside her—-Don, who understood people so well, so quickly, shouldn’t have known by instinct that to do so far away while the black cloud of her father’s anger lay between them, would hurt his wife. Yet she was glad, too, that he hadn’t guessed, thought Nora with all the inconsis­ tency of woman. Why mar his hap­ piness in the adventure? If she could keep a stiff upper lip till they they were once away . . . “Nora- Don’s voice was cautious, as feared to rouse her, and Nora ed. “I thought you were asleep self, Don.” “I wasn’t! I've been lying thinking—trying to see the I know vying. that no- Do you Jul What say weThis I tried it the lining the runted siiouidei* to the he turned, and thoughts she noticed could iDarn!' trpad hupola. I’ve a longing he be without ■are—are you awake, dear if he tu rn- your- here thing what’s Eczema Broke For the past 55 years Manufacture© only by THE T. MILBURN C0.F Limited Toronto, Ont. OflaSi Face and Arms Miss Mary Ens, Hague, Sask., writes:—“My blood was in a terrible condition and my face and arms broke out with eczema. I started using blood cleansers of Various kinds, but it was of no avail. One day I read about Burdock Blood Bitters, but being so dis­ couraged, because all other methods had failed, I was rather sUptical about trying it, but after’ having taken six bottles I was perfectly satisfied as my skin was left clean and healthy looking.”' “Dh. Don!” breathed Nora, turn­ ing her face into the shadows. She must not cry. He mustn't know how much she wanted to. He said gently: “I It’s only because he is You’re afraid something pen to him—that he might need you when you couldn’t come. Isn’t that it? If you were friends the parting would be so different. It’s the ter­ rible misunderstanding that makes it hard. I was a dumbbell not to see it sooner, Nora. Why didn’t you tell me?” “How could I?” Don managed a little laugh which broke the tension. “You couldn’t—you being your­ self—and I being I! But you should have. Nora. As I soe it, marriage is a sort of compromise. We can’t either of us, expect to have our own way eternally. But until this after­ noon I didn’t imagine for one min­ ute that you weren’t crazy for an Italian winter. You’re a better ac­ tress than I though, my dear; and in the future I’ll have to watch my step! But it's never to late to change our plans, you know. That’s one of the reasons life’s so thrilling. And I’ve been thinking about the West. There are places—” Nora sat up suddenly, drawing his head down against her breast. “If you think that I’ll let you change . . .” She was crying now. Somehow Doxx raise his head and got his arms about her. He said, with more un­ selfishness than truth: “But I don’t mind changing—not a little bit! There’s a lot to interest up in the southwest, and you’ve never been there. If those tears will help you, Nora, why keep right on, but they are killing me! As I was saying—” Then Nora laughed. It was an lxys- tcrial laugh, perhaps, but it cleared the atmosphere. "You can keep oxi saying things all night,” ghe told him, “but we're sailing to-morrow. Once, we get away I shall feel better, you forgotten those articles you’re going to write fox- that London edit­ or? Have you forgotten you’ve a family to support? Of course we’re going to Capri!” With every word she was getting back her courage. “And besides, I wrote Dad we were sailing. I thought perhaps he’d he’d come to the boat. Don don’t— don’t you think .he might come to the boat?” “He might,” Don echoed; and to himself: “How can he stay away? How can he hurt her so? How can he? Yet somehow, he knew instinc­ tively that Nora’s father was not yet ready to forgive. They sailed next afternoon, a bright, clear, sparkling day that cheered Nora unmeasurably, despite James Lambert’s absence from the scene. Standing beside the rail, her eyes searching the thronged piei’ hungrily, hoping until the final whistle sounded that she would catch a glimpse of his familiar face, the girl’s mind went back to her last sailing. She saw again the crowd of youthful friends waving farewell— Ned, m-oved by one of his rare im­ pulses those impulses which made him almost lovable) arriving breath­ lessly with a box of roses—■kissing her likie a real -brother . . . And her father—dear Dad trying so hard to put cheerful face upon this she knew he hated—saying: stint yourself, Nora.” (As had!) . . . “Remember my bankers if you need money.” (As if she wouldn’t!” . . . “Be careful about the drinking water in those filthy places.” (To Dad all Europe was unsanitary) . , . “Be sure to cable as soon as the boat docks.” It all came back; and suddenly Nora was conscious of a-great lone­ liness. Her carefree girlhood seemed left far, far behind. Ahead lay motherhood —.mystery—that ultim­ ate struggle which she must face alone. The thought frightened her, as one is sometimes frightened at a stark glimpse of the inevitable. She turned, seeking the reassurance of Don’s presence; but he had discov­ ered a friend among the passengers; a little woman, who, Nora thought, looked like a missionary . . And then, almost Weirdly in that last confusing moment-—breaking through glxouts of “All ashore” and shrieking sirens, the certainty that though she could not see him her father was somewhere amid that throng—too proud to speak, yet lov­ ing hex’ too greatly to stay away, fell cn the girl’s bruised heart like balm. The gangplank was up now—the boat moving. Nora pressed closer to the rail—raised her arm high-—wav­ ed a white wisp of handkerchief and shouted with a hundred others: "Good-bye . . . Good-bye , “Who was it, dear?” The voice yas Don’s. His hand closed over lior’s possessively. Such a strong hand! “Who was it, Nora? I say you waving. Find someone you knew in all that jam?” His wife looked up. Hei’ eyes were wet, but with a deep sense of thank- were understand, still angry, might hap- really Have parting “Don’t if she London saw that theyfulness Don happy eyes, “T ~T was Nora simply, On the ovc Don and Nora ........... Lambert looked up from a I ► xr'iaimed: “Of just-waving,”said when . Ned surely anil . __ ______ and Mrs. Donald Mason on tho passenger list of the Larino! They sailed to­ day. Do you suppose Dad knew it?’ Corinne, painstakingly wading through the most talked of novel of ing of the sailed for •vening paper, all things! Mr the month and bored to death by it, laid down the book with a sense of momentary release. He must know, I dare say he’s paying for the trip. How else could they manage it? Your father may pretend he doesn’t help them, Ned; but can you see him denying Nora anything she may have set her heart on? Of course he knows.” “I’m not so sure.” Ned arose, walking uneasily across the room and back again, pausing beside her chair “I’m not so sure,” he repeated. “Dad never speaks of Nora; and once, when I ventured to ask a ques­ tion about Don, he shut me up in a way he hasn't done since I was twelve years old! That's straight, Corinne, I don’t know that he ever hears from her; tout if he -happens to see this passenger list and discovers that she’s left the country, it may upset him. Want to go 'round and see how tho land lies?” Corinne glanced at the novel. “I really can’t Ned. This book is to be reviewed at the club tomorrow and unelss I’m willing to appear a— a moron, I’ve got to finish it. And it’s the dullest thing I ever tackled. Long, solid pages without a word of conversation. Run along by yourself. I’ll try to get through it before bed­ time.” Ned laughed. Though he kept it well throttled, he was not without a mild sense of humor, and his wife’s struggle to do the proper thing at the right time sometimes amused him. x “I’d rather he considered almost anything than to read a book which bored me to that extent,” he told her frankly, “.Sure you won’t go? I shan’t stay long; and we both need exercise. Mustn’t get tubby as we get old, Corinne.” “Tubby!” Corinne, who was proud of her expensively corsetted figure, bristled with indignation. “You’d better compare me with other wo­ men of my age, not those slinky stenographers in your office. But I can’t go anyhow oven if I do need exercise. I must write to Junior. He may be homesick these first days at school.” “That’s right,” said Ned. “Give the kid my love, dear; but please don’t send him any money. His allowance ig ample; and it isn’t good for a boy of his age to lhave too much." Corinne smiled pleasantly; nodded good-bye; and said vo nerself as the front door closed: “Well, I did­ n’t promise, and it won’t do a ’bit of harm to slip in something. A boy likes to make a good impression on his schoolmates; and considering our position in society, Junior’s allow­ ance isn't what it should be. That’s Father Lambert’s doings. He for­ ever harping on the notion that too much spending money spoils a boy; yet when it came to Nora nothing was too much for her to throw away I’ll write the letter now before Ned gets back. The missive enclosing a crisp bank not, -was carefully sealed by the time Ned Lambert reached his father’s house which was some blocks distant. Inserting a latch hoy he opened the door quietly, dropped hig bat onto a chair and went to­ ward the living room. Nobody there! Perhaps his father was in the library Ned moved down the hall. A li’ire blazed cheerily on the hearth in this smaller room but the davenport with its georgeous Bokhara covering on which James sometimes threw him­ self for an after-dinner nap, was now unoccupied. Dad It was before hadn’t and lie seldom went out evenings these days. Perhaps one of the maids would know. Ah! there was Martha Good old Martha ever on the alert for burglars. She’d hear his prowl­ ing and. . . “Oh, it’s you, Mr. Ned! I thought it might be some long here.” Ned smiled. You’re a. good father out?” “LIe’sr upstairs, “Upstairs! Isn’t he feeling well?” “He had John ” ' Miss Nora’s sitting there “He has?” Ned’s eyes with a cautious glance toward wide stairway, Martha closed door. Corinne once said that Martha Berry was as much a part of Janies Lambert’s fine old house as the front door was. She had lived there if or half of her more than >50 years keeping his house beautifully, a faithful servant of the old order and a friend to all who bore the name of Lambert. She said, reading the question in Ned's eyes: “It’s this way, Mr. Ned: The house is so—so still, you see, with­ out Miss Nora. It's like a tomb. Even my cook; notices the difference (To Martha Berry, James Lambert’s servants were her own). “She would have given warning some weeks ago if I hadn’t scolded her. “I said, don’t be a fool, Sally. There’s rm one else can make a black bean soup that sets well on Mr. Lambert’s stomach and he’s very fond of it. so she stayed on. But she says the stillness makes her nervous, Mr. Ned, and I think she's right. The coffee wasn’t clear this morning, Your father likes old-fashioned c.offe, made with an must be away, thought Ned stupid not to have called up walking over; tout his father mentioned an engagement, <*■ is watchman, Martha light the fire in room. He’s taken to quite often. looked puzzled and the the WHEN your wife goes sway for a visit. ■ ■ and your young son raises Ned.n - and you can*t do anything with him « ■ « L PI LE S SUFF ERE RSW HAPPY RELIEF Specially propared by maker* Mecca Ointment—th give quick re- lief.Two kinds—No. 1 is forinternal use (protruding and. bleeding piles j; Nd. 2 for external (itching piles). Order by huniber from your denier. Nd, 2 MECCA HIE REMEDIES. ! 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Money to Loan, Investments Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vault for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HENSALI. z CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, LOANS, 'INVESTMENTS INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Main Street, EXETER, ONT. At Lucan Monday and Thursday egg. There's none better, but it has to be made with care or the grounds won’t settle. Sally’s as good a cook as I ever had. She knows your father's ways, and she’s good tem­ pered; but she misses Miss Nora. Your father litotes her cooking but he doesn’t tell her so. Why should he? But Miss Nora was always Tun­ ing into the kitchen. (She’d say: ‘Oh, Sally, that cream pie was simply wonderful!” or ‘Don’t you ever dare get married and leave us, Sally. I could die happy eating your potato puff!’—You know her way, Mr. Ned —not dignified maybe, but my girls loved her and it kept them happy. My housemaid cries now when she dusts the piano. She a'lway,s left the door ajar when Miss Nora was play­ ing; and many’s the time Mis’g Nora asked her in to listen. (Continued next week) WATER SUPPLY OFF The business section of Goderich was without water for several hours while repairs were made to a main burst by the frost, which had sunk over five feet into the ground at the point -of the break. It was not difficult to locate the trouble for the water soon forced its way to the surface through the macadam bound road much the same as a gusher. The frost has never knokn to sink as deep as this' spring, near­ ly six feet in some places. DO NOT FORGET THE CORN BORER The following statement is given by Professor L. Caesar, Provin- l Entomologist for Ontario, who .charge of the administration of Corn Borer Act; — ‘Any corn grower this spring can do a great deal to save himself a lot of unnecessary hand-picking of corn stubble if he will use care and fore­ thought in his method of dealing with his corn field. If he ploughs the field carelessly and does not bury the stubble well he is sure to drag it so will Also, if intsead lot of there are many men who deal with their fields in such a way that they rarely have to do any hand-picking. What one man can do another can often do as well, as nearly as well. So it is hoped that everyone will try to exercise the necessary care this spring, and so save himself a lof of trouble in complying with the Act. Some Helpful Suggestions 1. Do not use narrow ploughs. 2. Use a skimmer or jointer On the plough. 3. Never plough crosswise of the stubble rows, but always lengthwise 4. Run the last furrow before the stubble row within two inches of the stubble. ■5. If the stubble was ploughed last fall and has heavecr, drive it down again by a heavy roller before working the field. 6. Use disc instead of toothed cultivators in working the field. 7. If the stubble has not been ploughed and is long, disc it twice before ploughing. This makes it vastly easier for the plough to de a good job. 8. Do not wait for the inspector to tell you to clean up your field. Set a good example to your neighbor. 9. Next fall keep in mind that tho shorter the corn is ent, the easier it will be "to deal with the stubble. 10. The more growers there aro who voluntarily clean their fields well and destroy other corn rem­ nants, the shorter tho time the in­ spector will need to spend oft the work/’ , out cial has the up in working the soil and have a lot of liand-picikiing. he uses a toothed cultivator of a disc he will drag up a stubble. In every county THAT DEPRESSED FEELING IS LARGELY LIVER Wake up your Liver Bile —Without Calomel ,. You ate feeling punk” simply because your liver isn t pouring its daily two pounds of liquid bile into your bowels. Digestion and elimination arc both hampered, and your entire system is being poisoned. What you need is a liver stimulant. Some- tiling that goes further than salts, mineral water, oil,, laxative candy or chewing gum or roughage which only move the bowels****igHoring (he real cause of trouble, your liver. . Take Carter's Little Liver Pills. Purely vege­ table. No harsh calomel (mercury). Safe. Sure. Ask for them by name, llefuse substitutes. *5c. at all druggists. 53 Dr, G. S. Atkinson, L.D.S.,D.D.S, DENTAL SURGEON Office opposite the New Post OKlco Main St., Exeter Telephones Office 34w House Closed Wednesday Afternoons Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S. DENTIST Office: Carling Block EXETER, ONT, Closed Wednesday Afternoons GREENWAY (Too late for last week) Mr. Russell Brown and Miss Ruby Brown visited Mrs. Dean Brown who is a patient at St. Joseph’s Hospital, London. Miss Maude Brown return­ ed with them. |Mrs. James Gardiner and sons Bruce and Earl have moved here from Shipka and will live her par­ ents Mr. and Mrs. Thus. Bullock. Mr. Dawson Woodburn returned to Toronto on Sunday. He has been ill with tonsilitis during the Easter vacation and was unable to return to his work at the opening of the term. Rev. Moore, of Elk Lake was the preacher at the United church on Sunday afternoon. The congregation here and at Grand Bend are being privileged to hear several candidates for the pastorate during this month. The pulpit supply committee or the United church attended service at Grand Bend on iSunady evening and met afterwards with the Grand Bend committee. Following are the members of the Grand Bend com­ mittee: -Messrs. Ezra Webb, Norman Turnbull, W. Pollock and A. Fink- toeiner; Greenway, Messrs. S. W. Webb, D. Sheppard, E. Mason and J. H. McGregor. In spite of bad roads and weather there was a good attendance at the play put on by Thedford talent un­ der the auspices of the Y. P. S. The proceed^ $18.00 are to assist in the building up of the new Summer School site at Goderich. On April 29th Rev. J. Phillips Jones, of Glencoe, will preach in the United church in the afternoon and Rev. A. iLaing, of Embro, will preach to the congregations at Grand Bend and Greenway at the Grand Bend Church in the evening. At the close of the service 9 p.m. a joint congre­ gational meeting will toe held. A full attendance is requested. Mr. and Mrs. Brown, Joyce and (Marylin, of Detroit, Mr. Lawrence and Miss Anna Taylor, Mr. Arnold Gratton and Miss Trellis Gratton visited at J. Hotson’s on Sunday. K. C. BANTING, B. A., M. D. Physiciaxx 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 30r25 JOHN WARD CHIROPRACTIC, OSTEOPATHY, ELECTRO-THERAPY & ULTRA­ VIOLET TREATMENTS PHONE 70 MAIN ST., EXETEB ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. 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BEAVERS Secretary-Treasilrer Exeter, Ontario GLADMAN & STANBURY Solicitors, Exeter APRIL April sun and April flowers April fools and April showers; April ruts and April jars, April mud oxi nice new*cars. E. F. KLOPP, ZURICH Agent, Also Dealer in Lightning Rods and all kinds of Fire insurance Rufus was proudly sporting a new shirt when a friend asked: “How many yards do it take to make a shirt like dat one, Rufus?” “Well, sub,” replied Rufus, “Ah got two shirts like this out’ll on© yard last night/’