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Established 1873 and 1887
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 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
Don had a final disagreement com
ing to blows and Don left. He and
Leonora were married immediate
ly and left for a shack1 in Maine
belonging to an artist friend of
Don’s.
“I’d take her hand, my dear fellow,
if I were you."
His voice, despite the accent which
had sounded so la-^de-da an hour
before, was very kind. And because
no one had thought to bring a chair,
Don dropped to his knees beside the
bed and took that white, strangely
transparent hand into his own. He
had forgotten the nurses, the doc
tors and Constance Venable, He said
(so Connie told him later). “Come
back, Nora. I can’t go, on without
you. Come back, dearest.
So Nora came back, though
all of two days before she
Her first real sentence was:
you cabled to father?" Her second
“What have they done to you. Don?
You look five years old!" Her
third: “I think his hair will wave
like yours, darling.”
Not until then did Don feel that
she had come back to stay.
The tide was coming in. Said Nora
watching the restless breakers:
“That was a beauty, wasn’t it. Let’s
move back close
We’ll be getting wet.”
Her husband
warmed sands of M'aine, commanded
lazily: "Sit still, woman, Who minds
a dash of salt water on such a day?”
“I do,” confessed Nora, “at least
when it gets into my shoes! Jimsy
precious, dont throw that sand into
daddy’s hair. Haven’t 1 told you not
to hundreds of times?”
“Hundreds of times,” Jimsy, aged
two years and some odd months,
admitted amiably; and sat down
his father without warning.
“Ouch” exclaimed Don. “What
you think my stomach’s made
feller? He’s a buster, isn’t he, Nora
I bet he’s headed for the prize ring!
Was my heir and namesake as husjky
at this age? I can’t remember.”
With cautious eyes on an ap
proaching wave, Nora responded:
He was almost four pounds lighter:
and then that awful typhoid in
South Africa pulled
Sometimes I feel that
quite recovered from the effects of
it. I believe. . .”
She paused, because neither of
them liked to recall that year near
Cape Town, especially Nora, Though
she had seen
i
i
I
THE STORY
What Don and Nora never knew
was that half the expenses incurred'
by the arrival of this first son of'
theirs, were paid by Carl Venable,'
who would have paid them all had |
it been possible to do so without
arousing Don’s suspicions. All the
young couple ever knew was that
the bills were far,far less than
they’d anticipated;for Nora was
very sick indeed.
Don sometimes wished he could
when
doctor
from
forget that nightmare time
the firm hand of an English
thrust him
the bare, white
ed Nora.
“Get outside
dear chap,” he
“She won’t suffer any more.’
He had a very English accent, that
doctor, which made Don wonder if
the man were quite efficient! There
was a bench in the corridor and he
sank down on it, very weak as to
knees; wondering how long this hor
rible business would go on; why the
universe had to be populated in such
a manner; and what for had they
sent him out and let Connie Venable!
stay behind? |
And after an interval which seem- j
ed hours, there came from beyond |
that door a cry like nothing he had ;
ever heard before, but Don knew it!
instantly for the wail of his first
born. It was then that all the re
maining strength went out of him,
and he wiped the sweat from his
forehead and said: “Thank. God it’s
over!” But no o-ne came from Nora’s
room except a nurse. She had a
blanket-wrapped bundle in her arms
and was hurrying so fast she didn’t
see him; but when she returned a
minute later without the bundle,
Don caught her skirt, and though
his question wouldn’t seem to come,
the girl appeared to understand and
told him hastily: “It’s a boy. A
splendid little boy, but ...”
And with that “but”
alone again. The door
during the moment it had opened a
strong and sickish odor of ether
drifted out to- him. It was Con
stance Venable who came out next
(after a life-time, it seemed to Don,
with that nurse’s ominious “but”
still ringing in his ears); and with
one look into Connie’s face his
heart stopped beating. Literally. He
told Nora afterwards that he died
for a minute. And then Constance
sat down and took his hand. She said
you’ve a son, Don—a beautiful little
boy—” and he broke in harshly:
“What do I care about a son? What
has happened to Nora?”
Constance was still stroking
hand as he’d seen her stroke
hands of her children when
wished to calm them. She answered:
“Nora will be all right, Don. I
don’t care what they say, she will
be all right! There were—complica
tion s-
seen.
ly—lost
right."
Then,
opened,
-—the man with the accent. He threw
one significant glance at Connie and
laid his hand gently on Don’s shoul
der.
“She needs you, old man,” he
said-just that—but Don knew, and
Constance knew, what
ing; and Connie still
hand when he crossed
of that quiet room.
He stood there leaking down on
Nora, a Nora as white as the bed on
which she lay—as white as marble.
Her eyes were closed. Don could not
see her breathe. Ho wondered . . .
And then the doctor spoke, softly:
unceremoniously
room which slielter-
and sit down, my
commanded briskly.
he was left
closed th o’
his
the
she
•something no' one had fore-
Just at the last we very near-
her; but she will be all
after another aeon, the door
It was the English doctor
he was think-
held Don’s
the threshold
WHEN Published every Thursday morning
at Exeter, Ontario
it was
spoke.
“Have
to the dunes, Don. | l1
flat on the sun-:
on
do
of
him down,
he’s never
“. . .the dawn in Africa—
That georgeous dawn of Africa
Which springs from out the veldt
had left her cold. For it wasit
Africa she thought, forgetting the
approaching breakers as she looked
down -on Don, that had etched those
wrinkles around his eyes—sprinkled
his brown hair with gray and for
a time tightened the corners of his
engaging mouth into something grim
It had been months before Nora,
saw those lines relax, before she
knew that,' somehow, her husband’s
•spirit had risen again to the heights
where she so yearned to keep
Cape Town! Always Nora
glad to remember that it was
Don’s love
them there,
himself for
of her first
in England for six months; then re
turned to Italy, partly because it
cost less to live there, but pricipal
ly because the London editor had
agreed to use more of Don’s “Let-
They both longed for Capri,
without the Venables, who
to winter in New York that
it would seem homelike. But
I
it.
was
not
tookof roving whic;h
He could never reproach
that. After the birth
baby they had remained
ters.”
Even
were
year,
it was understood that Don’s articles
must describe some different por
tion of the country, so a tiny villa
overlooking Lake Como was their
headquarters during the next year.
Not that the entire year was spent
in Italy. Trust Don for that! There
had been a wonderful two months in
Southern France—another in Bel
gium—a German Christmas! And
there was always the joy of watch
ing their small son change and de
velop; that ageless miracle which, to.
adoring parents is never new.
Time drifted by, a happy
though there were days when the
realization that her
unrelenting, would 'descend bleakly
on Leonora, blinding her eyes
the Italian sunshine—bringing
tears at night when none could
For not even after learning that
was a mother had James Lambert
written. This hurt the girl more
than all that had gone before; and,
knowing she suffered, her husband
was conscious of futile rage toward
the man who wounded her. She said
one day when the little boy was
taking his first steps’:
“Doh, when you wrote to Father
time,
father was still
to
her
see.
she
you meet an old friend . . ■
and you haven't seen him for
years . . . and you invite him
back to town with you
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he’d
sur-
him.
“H.e’s
about the baby, did—did you tell
him how very sick I was?”
Don nodded; arose, and because
he feared to say something unkind
of Nora’s father, merely stooped
•down to- kiss the top of her bright
head.
“Perhaps he never got the letter,
Don"
“Perhaps,” Don echoed. And then
suddenly furious at the situation:
“Nora, my 'dear, don’t grieve your
self sick over him a minute longer.
You’ve gone so much more than half
way, haven’t you? Of course
father knows hoiw ill you were,
have written yourself, time
again since the boy came.”
“Yes,” Nora, assented, “but
always made light of that part,
“You would!” Don was still angry
“Put him out of your mind, Nora.
Your father’s a—a stubborn old—”
• He paused, not wishing to
just what he thought—sorry
said as much; but Nora, to his
prise, looked up and smiled at
“You’re right,” she said.
a stubborn old angel; but he’s the
only father I’ve ever known. Don,
and I can’t forget him even though
he has—forgotten me.”
“Oh, no he hasn't!” Don spoke
with truth that was intuitive. “He’ll
never forget you, Nora.. You can
bank on that if it’s any comfort.”
So, “banking on that,’ Nora’s let
ters to James Lambert continued to
be a part of her busy life. Some
times they followed one another
closely. Sometimes long weeks lay in
between; but they did not cease.
And then, when Donald Mason Jtr.
was two years old and his parents
were making plans for a return to1
America, the London editor whom
Don had christened “Old Life Pre
server,” made him an offer.
“Letters.” His public asked for
them—letters from some farther-
away point than Italy. Would Mr.
Mason consider going to South Af
rica? In the region near Gape Town
there was a wealth of material for
the sort of thing he did so entertain-
ly. A prompt decision would be
very greatly appreciated ....
The prompt decision
less than 30 second's. He
ing the letter to Leonora:
at that, Madam! We’ll go
It’s bread and butter, with a whale
of an opportunity for a lark thrown
in. His eyes were already ashine
with the light of adventure; then,
as Nora said nothing, he glanced
up quickly and caught a glimpse of
her dismay.
“You—you don’t want to go?” he
asked, incredulous.
'She turned away. Don mustn’t see
her tell-tale eyes.
“Of course I do! It’s only that I’d
counted on going home.. I thought if
we were nearer that father might
consent to see us—see the baby, I
mean. But it’s all right, Don. Of
course we shall go. And it’s only
year.”
But what a year!
They were staying temporarily in
settlement some miles north of
Cape Town, gathering material for
Don’s work. Three months had pass
ed. Only five of
oft"'to England;
ing when Nora
was to face the
hood again, Don returned from a
four-days’ trip to the diamond mines
of Kimberley, kissed her half
heartedly, dropped into the nearest
chair, and said: “I’m all in, Nora
I—I am awfully afraid that some
thing’s—got me.”
Something had! Six days later
when the doctor diagnosed the case
as typhoid, Don ,was too sick to be
moved to a Cape Town hospital.
More than
nursed her husband through weary
■days and nights—week after week
of weary days and nights, not dar
ing to spend money for a trained
helper.
Not that there weren’t those who
lent ''assistance when it became
known that “the writer chap” was
down with typhoid. Nora never for
got one terrible grey dawn when,
worn with her vigil—fighting the
deadly nausea that was then her
portion—'Don slightly
the baby fretting
she glanced up at
softly opening door
whose unenviable
common knowledge
ity. "Nora liad oiice smiled courteous
ly on her in passing," because
she said in answer to the amaze
ment that swept across the face of
took Don
said, toss-
“Just look
of course.
a
a
the promised letters
and -the very morn-
discovered that site
ordeal of mother-
half ill herself, Nora
de'liriouS'—
unaccountably,
the sound of a
to see a woman
reputation was
in the commun-
L
Better play safe' call home on Long
Distance and make sure of a welcome.
£ Long Distance keeps you in touch with friends
you value, speeds up business, and aids in many
emergencies. It is quick, dependable, economical.
Rates in the front of your directory show you
can talk 100 miles or so for as little as 30 cents.
her own escort, an English boy of
20 who, in Don’s absence, was show
ing her “a bit of Africa,"—“because
we don’t know, do we, what dragged
her down?"
(Continued next week)
iJr. Ill—Marie Wein 72; Ruth
Witmer 66; Albert Hoffman 57;
Pearl Bridges 53; Vincent iSmith '5 2
Gerald Gingerich 48.
Sr. II—Doreen Gingerich 69.
Sr. I—Della Mae Gingerich
Mary Hoffman 52.
Pr.—'CharMe Ba’idgies 16'8;.
Beginners—Victor Gingerich,
ra Merner, Marjorie Merner, Edgar
Hoffman, Lloyd Bridges.
Marie Wein and Arthur Foster
had fewest mistakes in spelling for
the two months.
Number on roll 24.
Beryl Pfaff, teacher
84;
Do-
School Reports
WINCHELSEA school he port
Following is the report of the
Winchelsea Public School for the
months of March and April. Pupils
were examined in all subjects.
Senior Room
V—.Dorothy Johns 86; Marion
Miner# 84; G’adys Johns 83; Lloyd
Bell 82; Earl Coultis 80; Kenneth
Hern 75; Irwin O’Reilly 63.
Sr. IV—Marion Pooley S4; 1-IazeI
Johns 83; Johnny J-ohnsj 80; Elgin
Skinner 8'0; Gordon Prance 74;
Thelma O’Reilly 72; Donald Mur
ray 67; Audrey Fletcher 67; Har
old Davis 61.
Jr. IV—Clarence Ford Sa; Gladys
Skinner 81; Clayton Herdman 74;
Ina Ford 71; Harold Clarke 64:
Wilbert Coward 63; Philip Johns
63.
.Sr.
garet
Billy
Jack
THEY
crackle
IN CREAM
'I
Ill—Ethel Pooley 80; Mar-
Miners 78; John Miners 6 4;
Brock 63; Alvin Murray 62;
Coward 58; Ivan Brock~5 4.
L. McCulloch, teacher
Junior Room '
Graham Bell 83; Jean
Doris Elford 69; Edna
III-Jr.
Davis! 71;
Ford 67; Bessie Johns 61; Marjorie
Fletcher 57; Mildred Veal 57; Lois
Prance 5 3.
Sr. II—Ethelene Johns 75; EII-
ene Johns 74; Irene Pooley 73;
Doreen Coultis 69; Laurie Stephen
60; Donald Brock 50.
Promoted to Jr. II—Leona Cow
ard, IMyraline Murray, Isabel Coop
er, Burdene Clarke.
Promoted to 1st—Carman Herd-
man, .'Grace Brock, Shirley Coultis,
Shirley Murray, Dennis Cornisih.
Sr. Pr.—Georgie Kellett, Bobby
Coleman.
Jr. Pr.—John Batten, Lois Cow
ard, Annie Elford.
M. >C. McGugan, teacher
REPORT S. S. NO. 3, STEPHEN
The following is the report of 6.
for the months ofS. No. 3, Stephen,
March and April.
Sr. IV—Stanley
Laverne 'Christie
Perkins 69.68.
Sr. Ill—Ruby Preszcator 78; Ed
ward Triebner 71.64; Irene Johns
71.29; Ilene Jory 46.82.
Jr. Ill—Clifford Jory 74.23; Cal
vin Preszcator 71.17; Harry Perkins
,56.47,
2nd—iSliirley Preszcator 77.69;
Ola. Johns 54.76.
1st—'Winston iShapton 83.77; Dor
is Hill 7 8.22; Betty Perkins 60.22;
Lome Preszcator 60.
Pr. A—'Doris Penhale, Donald
Dearing and Kenneth Preszcator.
Pr. B—-Edward Perkins, Wilmer
Preszcator.
Number on roll 22; average at
tendance 20.25.
G. B. Francis* teacher,,
Preszcator 7 8.84;
77.157; Wilfred
REPORT S. S. NO. 6, HAY
The following is the school report
for S. S. No. 6, Hay for the months
of March and April.
Sr, IV—Irene Foster 72; Freddie
Farwell 69.
Jr. .tV—Elgin Kipfer 67.
Sr. Ill—-Keith Wildfong 77; Ar
thur Fester 76; Leonard Hoffman
69; Cyril Gifigerieh 6i5; Lennis Gin
gerich 64; Neil Gingerich 49.
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Total Cash in Bank and Bonds
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Exeter, Ontario
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BARN BURNED „
A large barn belonging to Ernest
and Gordon O’Neil on the 15th con,
cession of London TWp.
stroyed by fire last week. The loss
is estimated at about $6,000. A
valuable horse, for which only that
day they had refused $150., a num
ber of purebred Hereford cattle,
.sheep and pigs along, with other
stock ahd implements were a total
The fire was discovered about
ifi the mOrning wheft the Lt’Chit
Department were qalled.
was de-
loss.
1.45
Fire