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SYNOPSIS
Nora, adopted daughtei’ 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 her1 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 irt 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. They have since lived in
Italy during the winters and one
year in Africa where Don wrote
articles for magazines.
THE STORY'
James murmured, as if his mind
had wandered a little from what Ned
was saying: “If—if I could only
know where she is now!”
“I know where she was six weeks
ago," was the amazing rejoinder.
“You do.” James Lambert’s voice
sounded beligerent.
“I heard not a half an hour before
I started over,’-’ Ned told him.
“Corinne was at a tea this afternoon
and gave one of the other women a
lift home—Mrs. Ed. Whitney, whose
niece was in school with Nora, you
will remember. She and some friena-s
were on a motor trip through Maine
a while ag’O. They stopped some
where for lunch and couldn’t get
away for several hours — some
trouble with their car—and to pass
the time they wandered into the
hotel ball room to watch a dancing
class—children of the summer pop
ulation, I suupose. And Nora was at
the piano!”
“She was!”
Ned nodded.
“Mrs, Whitney didn’t recognize
her at first. Said she looked a good
deal older, and—and pretty rocky.
She was going to speak to her, but
on second thought decided it would
be kinder not to. But she made
some inquiries of the hotel people
who were natives of the place. They
said that Nora was trying to support
her family. That she played the or
gan at church and gave music les
sons, and made cakes to sell dur
ing, the summer season; and—” Ned
hesitated, as if uncertain whether to
finish, “and—well they said, Father,
that she was living in an old barn
or garage down near the water.”
James stared at him.
“My Nora living in a barn?”
“That’s what Mrs. Whitney said:
but she’s one who makes the most
pf a good story, Dad, so don’t let
that worry you.
“What riled me was that she told
Corinne she thought we ought to do
something obout it. She implied1, as
po-litely as possible, that we’d treat
ed Nora outrageously, Corinne was
so mad she didn’t have sense enough
to ask the name of the town; but I’ll
call Mirs. Whitney on the telephone
and find out. Even Corinne thinks
that something should be done—'that
is” (a cynical smile curved Ned’s
lips) “she’s afraid there’ll be talk
unless we do it!”
For a moment or two James Lam
bert did not respond. Then he
arose and unlocked a beautiful ca
binet of Chinese lacquer. As the
doors swung open Ned saw that it
contained letters—neat piles of let
ters held together with elastic bands
and a somewhat surprising pair of
silver slippers tarnished now from
being laid away. “Nora's!’'’ he
thought; and then his father turn
ed, extending the postal written so
long ago.
“I got this arly in the summer
three years back. I guess she was
poking a little fun at me. I’d told
her, you see, th’at to survive a house
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must be founded on a rock. She
says:
“ 'Safe upon the solid rock the ugly
houses stand;
Come and see my shining palace
built upon the sand ”
“Except for a hint the first time
they went to Capri, it’s the nearest
thing to an invitation she ever gave
me. I wish—” The old man paused,
then finished thoughtfully, in all
reverence: “I wish—-to God—I’d
gone.”
Ned was studying the postal—its
quotation — instructions, and the
small red map.
“A shining palace,” he observed
“That’s not the idea Mrs. Whitney
gathered—-not at all. Corinne said
that she appeared quite horrified
Well, Dad, the directions are plain
enough. I’ll go to-morrow.”
But James, who had resumed his
seat before the fire, shook his head.
“No, son, I’m going ’ myself. I
dare say I’m the stubborn old man
that Martha showed me this even
ing; but I’m not too stubborn to ask
forgiveness of the only daughter I
ever had, nor too old to take a trip
of a few hours. If they turn me
out—and I can’t imagine Nora turn
ing her father out, Ned—I can come
away again; but I want to see the
situation with my own eyes.”
He arose, moving briskly, alertly
(as if, Ned told himself there was
something to move for) rummaged
in his desk for a few minutes, and
then said: “I thought there was a
time table around here, but evid
ently Martha’s -been cleaning house.
Will you call up for me, Ned, and
engage a Pullman chair on the first
train? I want to get off early. And
before you leave ask John to have
the car here at the proper time.”
“That won’t be necessary, Dad,
I’ll run you down to the station
myself. I’d like to.”
“That’ll be fine!” (“How bright
his eyes were!” Ned was thinking.)
“I’m going to turn in now, if you
don’t mind. Gio.od-‘night, son.”
“Good-night, Father.”
As Ned stood ‘for a moment watch
ing the old man- go upstairs, he
realized that the vibrancy, long ab
sent from his father’s voice, was
l back again. His face, too, looked
! different than it had an hour ago,
1 extraordinary different. Its apathy
had given way to hope. Its harass
ed lines seemed to be resting. It
was, for the first time in years, a
peaceful face...
“He looks,” thought Ned in a
moment of rare intuition, “he looks
like a man who has fought a good
fight and come out victorious.”
It was well past the middle of the
next afternoon when James Lam
bert found himself trudging along a
highway in the state of Maine with
Nora’s postcard in his pocket, and
something akin to misgiving in his
heart. For how would she receive
her father after his long silence—
his long neglect? James wondered,
and wondering, his subtle fear in
creased. •
As her card had hinted might fee
the case, he found the Port’s one
■taxi out of commission, and follow
ing those three-year-old instructions
had taken a joggling, one-man trol
ley to the end of the line. After a
couple of giggling schoolgirls left
the car he was the only passenger,
and despite the familiar warning:
“Don’t talk to the motorman.”
James went forward and spoke thro’
the little window.
“Do you know a Mrs. Donald Ma
son who lives somewhere around
here?”
The man’s face brightened.
“Sure I do! Hold my car five
minutes for her every Saturdiay night
when she goes down to rehearse the
choir and ten every Sunday morning
when she goes to church. Ab I says
to her: The Shore Line Electric
Railway Company won’t never be
any wiser, MVs’ Mason, and it don’t
need the etxry time as much as you
do.” That’s what I said: and if the
president of the company was to call
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me down for running off schedule,,
I’d keep right on doin’ it because
the year my wife died Mis’ Mason
made a birthdy cake for my little
girl. It had fancy pink frostin’ on
it same as the high priced ones she
makes for the summer folks and five
pink candles all ready to lglit up. I
donno how she knew when the kid’s
birthday was, but that’s what she
done and I’d hold my car a good
half hour if she was to ask me.”
“So would I,” said James. “And
you mean she plays the organ at
some church?”
“The Methodist-’Piscopal at the
Pori. Gosh! that woman can play
to beat the band. Folks that never
set foot inside a church before she
came, are regular attendants since
she took over the music. Yes sir,
she plays like a breeze! She gives
piano lessons too; and makes bak
ery stuff to sell durin’ the summer.
She’s a smart woman, Mis’ Mason.
You can tell to hear her talki that
she’s got a real good education;
but she’s common as own folks for
all that — don’t high-hat no one.
Here’s the end of the line now. You
just keep goin till you see their mail
box. Name’s right on it. It ain’t
only a .short mile and you .can’t miss
it. Yes, the ocean side, only the
house don’t show from the road. It’s
way in, close to the dunes made
out of an old barn they bought
cheap. Terrible cold place to live
come winter, seems though.”
The conductor, his garrulous con
versation and his trolley car jogged
out of sight and feeling somewhat
lonesome, James started forward.
'The ocean was not visible from here
but the salt of it was in the air and
he heard tho distant roar of waves
breaking against rocks. As the sun
disappeared behind a cloud1 the old
man stopped, laid down his bag and
buttoned his coat higher about the
throat, shivering a little. In sum
mer his road would be alive with
tourists, he supposed. It was desert
ed now—a mari-made strip of mac
adam that seemed curiously out of
place between the rocky pastures
whch bordered it on either side.
'Strange, James Lambert mused
as he started on again, that twenty-
four hours ago he hadn’t dreamed
of being here. Strange too, that de
spite the uneasiness he felt at see
ing Nora, he was happier than he’d
been for years and years. After a
time he found himself hurrying a
little. That “short half mile” which
the conductor promised, seemed
very long. Yet he coudn’t have
missed the place. This was a lonely
stretch of the road with no lanes
leading seaward. He stopped again
drew Nora's postcard from his
pocket and was studying it minutely
when a voice startled him.
“Say, mister, have you seen the
R.F.D. man?”
Moving a step or two forward
James saw that the voice belonged
to a small boy Who had, apparently
been swinging, on. a .rustic gate, half
hidden from view by a clump of fir
trees. There was a mail box too.
This must be the place! The old
man’s heart-beats quickened as be
responded: “I haven’t seen anybody
since I left the trolley. Are you—"
Then all because a sudden breeze
had blown the boys hair away from
forhead, the question died on
Jam,es’ lips. Where had he seen a
forehead and hair like- that? he
asked himself, some half-forgotten
memory stirring to life. Ah! now he
recalled it! The door to his own
library—a tall young, man standing
upon the threshold, youth incarnate
“You're kind of out of breath,
aren’t you?” the boy was saying. “I
guess you’ve been hurrying. If you
’re tired why don’t you sit down* on
that rocik? It's a good smooth one.
Mother sits there when she’s wait
ing 'for the postman. I hope he'll
bring the money this afternoon.
She’ll lye pretty discouraged if he
doesn’t, believe me.”
James asked, as he availed him
self of the proffered resting place.''
“So your mother expects the post
man to bring some money?”
Tile youngster 'nodded, his blue
eyes very serious.
“She’s been expecting it for mor’n
a. month, and she’s pretty ’sturbed
about it. A lady that lives in the
biggest house at the Port summer
times, owes it to her for teaching
her little girj to play. Mother's a
swell piano player; and she’s a
swell cook, too. Are you going to
Norton's, mister? It's quite a walk.”
(Continued next week)
STAFFA BASEBALL FAN
SUFFERS BROKEN” J AW BONE
Last Thursday night at the Staf-
fa-Goderich ball game in the form
er village Alvin Worden suffered a
nasty accident. He was lying on
the grass near third base witness
ing the game when his brother,
Russell Worden was at bat. Sending
one along the base lin e 'the ball
struck Alvin with such force that
his jawbone was broken. A week
previous Everett Kerslake, one of
Staffa’s players 'had his ankle sev
erely hurt when he was spiked by
another player.—Mitchell Advocate
KERR—WORKMAN
A pretty June wedding was sol
emnized at the Manse, Kippen, on
Saturday, June 23rd at 2.30 p.m.,
when Mildred, only daughter of Mr.
and' Mrs. J. A. Workman, of Kippen,
became the liappy bride of Mr. El
don A. Kerr, son of Mr. and Mrs. W.
Kerr, of Winthrop, the ceremony
being performed by Rev. E. F.
Chandler, of St. Andrew’s United1
church. The bride, who was unat
tended, wore a pretty gown of shell
pink chiffon with blue taffeta sash
and dainty blue buttons, white tur
ban hat with matching accessories
and' white shoes and wore the
groom’s gift, a beautiful wrist watch
Following the ceremony the bridal
party returned to the home of the
bride’s parents where a buffet lunch
eon was served to the immediate
relatives of the bride and groom.
The centre table was beautifully
decorated in pink and white; pink
and white streamers; white bell,
ferns and roses, centred by the
bride’s cake’. The favors were also
pink and white and the bride’s table
bouquet was a gift of a friend' of the
bride. After luncheon the happy
couple left on a short honeymoon
before making their home on the
groom’s farm near Winthrop.
CELEBRATES HER
05tli BIRTHDAY
Mrs. John Pickering of McGillivray
Congratulated—Family Settled in
Township Over 80 Years Ago.
Mrs. Sarah Pickering, oldest reste
dent of McGillivray township on
Thursday, June 2 8 th celebrated the
9'5’th anniversary of her birthday at
the home of her granddaughter Mrs.;
Bert Shouddice, concession 11, Mc
Gillivray, with whom she 'resides.
Among the guests present were
her brother, William Smith, Park
hill, octogenarian, and Mrs. Smith.
For several days, friends and rela
tives have been calling to extend
their good wishes and Thursday con
gratulatory messages poured in
from various parts of Canada and
the United States. Included in these
were the greetings from her brother
Richard Smith, of Detroit, who is
now in his 90 th year. On Wednes
day, Mrs. Pickering was a guest of
honor at a dinner given in the home
.of a neighbor, the other guests also
being ladies of the pioneering days.
.Early in the season, Mrs. Pickering
suffered from injuries received in a
fall blit has fully recovered and is
again around her flower gardens in
which she has always greatly
interested. She spends much time
in reading and chatting with her
friends, who delight to hear her in
teresting tales of early days in Mc
Gillivray where she settled with'her
parents. Mr. and Mrs. Smith over 80
years ago. Born in Yorkshire, Eng.,
June 28, 1839, Sarah Smith cross
ed the Atlantic when five years of
age, spending eight weeks and two
day ” on the water. Supply of
provisions running law, she and the
other children were forced to eat
salt biscuits which she declared re
sembled shorts. Traveling by boat
to Little York, the family later
settled in Scarboro, moving to
Markham where her father secured
employment. Mrs. Pickering vivid
ly recalls the trip from Tpronto to
McGillivray which • was made in
sleighs and her astonishment when
she discovered that all the homes in
McGillivray were log structure as the
majority were frame in the vicinity
of Toronto. However, Mrs. Pickering
was delighted with the life in the
wilderness of McGillivray and has
always loved this township where
she has been an ideal home maker.
At 18, she was married to John
Pickering who died several years
ago.
Willa Carroll, five-^ear-oldi daugh
ter of Mr, ahd' Mrs. W. I. Carroll,
while playing on a swing in the
school grounds at Mitchell, had the
misfortune to fall, breaking her
arm.
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Judging Competition.
The Househlod Science Judging
Competition was held in the Town
Hall Seaforth, and 23 girls took
part. 'The judges were Miss Flora
Dunnin, Dungannon, Miss Florence
P. Eadie, Institute Branch, Torontb
and Miss Helen McKerc’her, Dublin.
The 26-piece Flatware awarded to
the girl obtaining t'he highest score
was won 'by Miss Violet Tyndall,
Seaforth. Other trophies wore as
follows: Nutrition, seniors, well &
tree plater, Marjorie Baker, Wrox-
eter, juniors, silver centrepiece,
Kathleen .Strang, Hensail, Fern Wel
sh, Exeter, $1.00. Clothing: sen
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McClure, Dungannon; juniors, mac
aroon tray (silver) Eileen Tneleav-
en, Dungannon, Wilma Wilson,
Fordwich, $1.00. House Furnishing
seniors, water pitcher (silver)
Lauretta McClure, Dungannon, jun
iors, silver sugar & cream, Ila Maize
Dungannon, Catherine Reid, Dun
gannon, $1.00. tAls a result of the
standing obtained in the competi
tion the following girls will repre
sent t’he County at the Canadian
National Exhibition, Toronto: Lau
retta McClure,^ Dungannon; Mar-
joriel Baker, Wroxeter, Mildred
Baker, Gorrie, spare, Thelma Elgie,
Seaforth. High team in the Good
Grooming Demonstration was Ruth
Straughan, Auburn, prize. Delinea
tor Cook Book; Eleanor Wilson,
Auburn, prize’, Delineator Cook
Book. Miss Margaret Durnin, Dun
gannon, received a prize of $2.00
for coaching, the highest Junior
team.
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She—"I'm going to sell kisses at
the charity bazaar tonight. Do you
think a dollar each is too much to
charge for .them?”
iHe—“No; people expect to get
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He’ll Have to Walk
Bridegroom-—“I thee endow with
all my worldly goods.
His Father—“There goes his bi
cycle.”