Loading...
HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-09-13, Page 6THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1334 I I""'"" !' —... ; - '■■*.....- .... .....' i ''"i ......;........-I"-'....i, ---7..,,r" - TRAIL’S END - by Agnes Louise Provost ■W SYNOPSIS Three weeks after a cream colored roadster had been found wrecked in the sea at the foot of a cliff, a girl calling herself Anne Cush­ ing appears at the desert town of Marston. She has bought, sight unseen, a ranch located 30 miles away. Barry Duane, her nearest neighbor and his man Boone Petry procure a reliable woman for her and in Barry’s car, loaded down with supplies, they start across the desert. In Mar­ ston her reticence has aroused suspicion. Barry and Anne be­ come more than neighbors, and when Anne is lost in the hills and rescued by Barry, each realizes that something more than friend­ ship exists between them. EIGHTH INSTALMENT “My great-great-grandfather built it, and Duanes have lived in it ever since. I suppose it will have to go out of the family some day, unless I make my million.’’ He hesitated. “Mother is very reserved. She does not give herself out readily. But that will be all right as soon as she knows you better.’’ Anne wanted to cry out fiercely: “She isn’t just reserved! She’s cold and selfish and ambitious, and she hates me!’’ but she nodded wisely instead. “You darling.’’ He tossed her hat on the bed and pulled her toward him. “Nancy, I’m getting madder about you every day of my life.” She gave herself up to that. Mrs. Duane’s dinner hour was fashionably late. Barry had already dressed and gone down. Anne had just finished her own dressing and stood critically inspecting the result. Barry had insisted on staying over in town long enough for her to buy several new gowns. Anne knew why he liad done it. One evening gown was not enough for Granleigh; sum­ mer called for sport clothes. She was not to meet critical eyes unpre­ pared. Anne smiled at herself in the glass, thinking absently of the moral support of clothes especially when other women were involved . She switched the lights off and parted the curtains at the nearest window. Darkness was falling. Be­ yond the hedge a man walked slow­ ly turning his head at each passing car. She watched him, idly wonder­ ing why he was loitering along like that. He stopped to light a cigarette. A match spurted into flame, and the flare lit his face. Anne shrank hurriedly back into the room dragging the heavy cur­ tains together. This was ghastly. What could possibly bring him to this part of the country again, straight to Granleigh? “I mustn’t let it get me! It won’t do . . . I’ve got to see him, some­ how.” There was a tap on the door. It was Matthews. “Mr. Barry wishes me to tell you that Miss Pendleton is here.” So the Pendleton girl was here al­ ready! M’m. Anne gave a last quick glance in the mirror and went slowly downstairs. Anne went down with unhurried grace, half smiling. Barry looked up, a quick flash of pride in his answering smile. Cleo Pendelton looked up also. “Here’s Nancy now.” Cleo slipped from the arm of the chair and met Anne half-way. “I’m Cleo Pendleton. I wanted to be the first to meet you. I hope you will like me a lot, because I’m one of Barry's old friends. I've been counting on having you here.” “That’s awfully nice of you, An­ ne was sweet but non-committal. “It makes me feel that I’m not a stranger here after all.” “Oh, is this your very first trip East?” There was a second’s pause. “I lived in the East for awhile. But I’ve never been here before.” “O-oh,” said Cleo softly. “But I hope you’re going to stay this time. We’ve all been arguing for years to make Barry stay home, but he won’t listen to us.” “I always listen.” Barry grinned at her. “And then do as you please.” 'Cleo -shrugged a petulant shoul­ der and then laughed. “All right, if you won’t tell me. But I like Few People Escape Attacks of Summer Complaint " Summer Complaint may be slight, or it may be serious, but you can’t tell when it Seizes you how it may end. Allow the profuso diarrhoea, the vomiting and purging to continue, for a day or two, and. you may become weak and prostrated. Just as soon as you foci any looseness of the bewels go at once to your druggist and get a bottle Of Dr. Fowler's Extract of Wild Strawberry and chock this unnatural action before the weakening looseness can get started, Don’t experiment. Get "Dr, Fowler's”, It had been on the market for 88 years. ■ Nancy better than I do you .... years had crashed when'Barry had You’ll let me call you Nancy, won’t! sent that sudden word of his mar- you?” riage. Mrs. Duane was a proud and “Why—'Of course . . ,My name strong-willed woman, hating poverty really is Anne .... not that it and all that it meant. Barry could makes any difference.’ [have married Cleo Pendleton and “Barry calls you Nancy. I like it (Cleo would have brought wealth and ' leisure. Mrs. Duane hated the very name of Eagle Lake. better, too. But I must trot duti­ fully back before Dad calls out the reserves.’ Out in the hall there were voices A door had opened. “Good-bye, Nancy. I'm going to stop for you some morning, and we will dash around and do -things.” Cleo whisked out with a careless wave. Barry chuckled silently. “She’s an irresponsible imp.” He called after Matthews, just return­ ing down the hall. “Who was that, Matthews?” “A man looking for a job, sir. A chauffeur. He was quite insistent about seeing you.” “I told him,” Matthews continued “you were entirely satisfied with the present man.” “Quite right,” He suddenly re­ membered something. “Oh. Mat­ hews, is my mother out? I knock­ ed at her door, but there was no answer.” “No sir. She’s changed her rooms to the west wing. I think she will be in presently, for dinner.” “Oh . . . thank you Matthews;” His voice was quite colorless. Matthews went hastily. Both of them knew that the west wing had not been opened for years. Anne, listening idly, could come very close to guessing what had happened . . , And this was onjly her first day in Barry’s home. i Meantime Cleo Pendleton, who was not in the least responsible, huddled sulkily back in the limou­ sine. “Hurry, I’m late!” she snapped, and the car swept out of the drive so fast that a man crossing the pavement sprang .aside hastily. He scowled and took an envelope from his pocket and wrote down the li- cense number, “Friends, and rich ones,” he thought. “I’ll try my luck there. Damn it, I’ll get a job somewhere. I’m going to stick around here until something breaks.” Cleo had not even seen him. She was in a whirl of angry thought. “She’s no more a ranch girl than I am—unless she's one of the aw­ fully rich ones. The way she talks -^-and the way she wears her clothes And I thought I could make him ashamed of her!” The soft lips pursed silently. “I picked up a point or two, any­ way. She’d rather be called Anne, and she hadn’t told Barry that she had lived East. Caught that one from him! And something bother­ ed her about the windows . . . my that sounds crazy. The funniest thing is that she looks familiar to me . . . Just a little familiar.” In the next few weeks they danc­ ed and dined, lunched and motored, and dashed from one engagement to another. The telephone tinkled incessantly. It was fun, but sometimes Anne was achingly homesick for the sun- washed Juniper©. She and Barry seemed to have so little time for each other here. Not once in those flying days had Anne caught a glimpse of the man who had loitered in front of the house that night. She watched for him, but it he seemed to have dis­ appeared. It could, she decided, have been pure coincidence. Jim had probably gone on before this to the gayer haunts where he was more at home. Cleo Pendleton was in and out constantly and at all hours. She amused Barijy, and in her kittenish’ impish way managed to monopolize him a good deal. “Baby vamp.” Anne taought scornfully. The more She saw of Cleo the less she cared for her, but intimacy seemed to be thrust upon her. Anne wondered if Mrs, Duaie.b'Jd the check book as well aS the house­ hold control . . . That would be embarrassing for Barry; she would have to wait until he told her. What .she needed to do first, she told herself, w-as not to maKe trouble but to coax Barry's mother to like her. What Anne could not know was how ruinously the secret hope of THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE The knowledge of this deeproot- ed bitterness came to Anne sharply. She had tried .to bridge the recur­ ring silences of a tete-a-tete lunch by talking for once of something less important than dinners and minor items of Granleigh news. “You have never been to the Perch, have you? It is like a beau­ tiful mountain camp. You must visit us there next stammer.” “I have never been interested in the place. I hope, now that my son is married, he will definitely give up that kind of life.” “Oh, but his heart is in it! I’d be willing to see him sell everything elste that he owned and live in a hut with him, if he could raise the money for the dam that way.” Mrs. Duane’s thin cheeks flush­ ed slightly. “I have no desire .to see my son living in a hut. Barry has practi­ cally ,nothing to sell, except those worthless Western lands. If his mother has any influence with him, he will never go .there again.” Anne sat very straight. “I see,” she said softly. “You have made it quite clear to me. Thank you.” A declaration of war had been made and answered, Anne hold Barry some of it late that evening, anxious to convey a hint of warning. “You see,” Barry explained, in that careful way, “my uncle was really the head of the Duane Mills. My father had died years before, when I was a baby, and Uncle Bob had bought in a further share from my mother. Father’s will left everything to her. Uncle Bob was unmarried, and meant to pass on the control of the mills to me.” Anne murmured something, she scarcely knew what. So Mrs. Duane did hold the check book. “Uncle Bob was different from the rest of the Duanes. His health was’nt good, 'and one March, after a bad attack of pneumonia, he went off for a year in the West. When he got into the Pinos Valley scheme it was easy to think of the mills as a solid asset to back something bet­ ter. He was so sure of success that he financed it entirely himself. He didn’t take anybody else’s money, but of course there were—reper­ cussions. “The crash came, and all that re­ mains of the Duane ownership is the name and the, comparatively small block of the stock which my mother still holds. For the sake of the name I have a nominal office. The real head is Gage.” .She moved suddenly. ‘Who?” “John Gage. He was Uncle Bob’s chief creditor, and all sorts of a. millionaire.” She did not answer, Barry was looking soberly ahead of him, and did not notice her drozen stillness. “I have the Western lands,” Barry went on,” which barely meet th'eir own overhead as things stand now and just enough income for our personal expenses h*re. Sometimes I’m tempted to throw the whole thing up and get a job. Any job. It might be better than hanging around .like this, half-way between a visionary and a lounge lizard.” “You’re not! I won’t have you calling yourself names like that! And you’re not going ,to give all your hopes up, either.” 'She gave his shoulders a furious little shake, almost in tears for him. “If things are like that we can’t afford to live in Granleigh. You’re not really needed here and we could go back and make the ranch pay and save a lot of useless expenses. I don’t mind being poor.” “I know you don’t, you good lit­ tle spor.t, but there’® a serious hitch He looked uncomfortable again, a little on the defensive. “When the crash came, my mother was pro­ strated and I gave her my word that I would stay East at least six months out of every year, as long as she lived. . .Sorry you married me, Nancy?” "Never!” She hugged him impul­ sively. “Don’t you dare give it up. It’s coming all right. You wait and see.” But her heart was heavy. Anne heard the swish of a car coming in the drive. Usually Cleo came in the road­ ster preferring to drive herself, but today a long grey limousine waited there. A chauffeur stood by the door. He was a new man. Anne looked toward him casual­ ly and her eyes stayed, For an in* stant they seemed to cling~to him itt 'frozen recognition, The chauf­ feur slipped easily into his own seat There had not been a glimmer of surprise in his face; only a cool watchfulness,' Cleo’s eyes widened. This was too good to be true. These two knew each other. Barry's wife and a chauffeur! “I ditched the roadster yesterday so I’m giving it a rest until the parents stops roaring.” (Teo sat watching Barry's wife with bright slanting glances. Anne talked w/hen she had bo, listened to Cleo, commented and even laughed but now and then her hands moved nervously in her lap and her eyes went back to that smartly uniform­ ed figure in front. The tennis finals, were on when they arrived. It was good tennis, bur Anne found her eyes wandering off toward a wide arc of parked cars. . .What was Jim doing here? When it was over Cleo lingered a little in the rear, but Anne slip­ ped ahead to where the limousine stood. “Jim, I must see you alone. Just as soon as possible,’ “Yes, we ought to have a. lot to talk about.” There wais a jeer in the guarded tone. He opened the door for her, without the faintest change of expression. “I guess you know where to find me.” Cleo’s light steps were behind them. ‘TH take you home in plenty of time for dinner, but I want to bliow you sometihing first.” Outside of laying violent hands on her, there was no getting rid of Cleo, once she started to have her own way. (Continued next week) DEATH OF CHARLOTTE LANGFORD The death occurred in London of Miss Charlotte Langford after an illness of several weeks. Miss Lang­ ford was a daughter of the late George and Maria ,LanSford, of Bid- dulph Township, where she was born and raised. Shaddick-Manning A very pretty autumn wedding tcok place on Saturday, September the 1st at the home of the bride’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Man­ ning, Londerboro, when their young­ er daughter became the bride of Mr, Joseph R. Shaddick, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs'. Richard Shaddick, of Hullett. Rev. A. W. Gardiner, of Londesboro of the United church officiated. Promptly at three p.m. to the strains of the wedding music played by Miss Dorothy Little, of Londesboro, the bridal party took their places before a bank of ferns and gladioli the bride entered the room on the arm of her father by whom she was given in marriage. The bride looked charming in a floor length gown of ivory satin with long tapered .sleeves, puffed to the elbows with a silk veil caught up with a wreath of orange blos­ soms and carrying a bouquet of Briarcliffe roses and maiden hair fern. 'Her only attendant was her niece little Miss Frances Lyan, who wore a frilled dress of pale bide organdy and carried a bouquet of Sweet Peas with long ribbon stream­ ers. After the ceremony the bride led the way to the dining room where a dainty buffet luncheon was served by two girl-friends of the bride, Miss Helen Johnston and Miss Belle Nott. 'The dining-room was prettily decorated in pink and white streamers leading to the table on the centre of which stood the bride’s cake flanked with tall white tapers in silver holders. Later in the afternoon Mr. and, Mrs. Shaddick left by motor amid showers of rice' and confetti for a honeymoon trip to be spent in Ottawa, Montreal and Eastern States. The bride travelled in a brown and plaid ensemble with brown felt hat, brown shoes and ac­ cessories to match. Upon their re­ turn they will be at home to their friends at Londesboro, Ontario. Sunday School Lesson ISAIAH CONTRASTS FALSE AND TRUE WORSHIP Sunday, Sept. 16. Isaiah 1:1-31 Golden Text Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? Or who shall stand in His holy place? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart. (Psalms 24:3-4.1 Those who think the Old Testa­ ment is of intrest only as an anti­ que, obsolete piece of literature and that it has none of the beauty, spir­ itual depth and loving grace of God that we find in the New Testament, wi-ll do well to read the Book of Is­ aiah. It is one of the greatest books in all the Bible. “Isaiah is just accounted the chief of the writing prophets. iHe is distinct­ ively, the prophet of redemption. No­ where else in the Scriptures, writ­ ten under the law, have we so clear a view of grace . . . M’essiah in His person and suffering, and the blessing of the Gontilesr through Him, are in full vision.” Isaiah lived and prophesied dur­ ing the reigns* of four different Kings of Judah, in the eighth .cen- tury before Christ, His opening chapter begins* abruptly; there are no apologetic or soft words, but the tremendous arraignment with which God faces* His chosen people, Hear, 0 Heavens, and give ear, 0 Earth; for the Lord hath spoken, I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me. The ox knowetft his owner, and the —*ALSO IN SMAUU Hl GULAK SOI RUBS OUT vM*’ Mipard’s is Canada's standby for rubbing out muscular pains, checking and clearing up skin dis­ orders, ending colds. New large economy size, 65c N Minardi 14 IN AR ITS LINimeNT ass his master's crib; but Israel doth not know; my people doth not con­ sider.” God had already done, and still is doing, more for His people Israel than for any other people- or nation this world has ever known. The whole world has been kissed thro’ Israel as through no other people: for Israel’s rejected Messiah is the Son of God, Jesus Christ, the Sav­ iour of the world. Y'et Israel, with strange blindness, hardness of heart and rebellion against God, has turn­ ed away from God repeatedly and has paid a costly price fo'r this through the centuries. But the day is coming, as Isaiah plainly declares when Israel will turn back to God forever, and the glory of this nation shall then exceed that of all other nations of the earth. When Isaiah wrote, Israel was morally and spiritually sick unto death. “From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds and bruises and purifying sores.” The prophet goes on with burning words and unrestrained denunciation, and it is not Isaiah and man's denun­ ciation but God’s. The climax of this divine condem­ nation is when Isiah declares that were it not for the “very small rem­ nant” of true belivers in Israel and Judah, we should have been as Sodom, and we should have been like unto Gomorrah.” Then the prophet demands 'that the word of the Lord be listened to attentively by “ye rulers -of Sodom” and “ye people of Gomorrah.” Surely the sin of God’s people must have gone to extreme lengths for Him to liken them to those depths of moral and spiritual iniquity, Sodom and Go­ morrah, which. God had destroyed by fire from heaven more than a thousand years before. Yet Israel was very religious. The priests and the people were careful to carry out the letter of Gods holy law, observing his Wor­ ship in the temple ceremonial and animal sacrifices- that God had or­ dained through Moses. But their re­ ligion was hypocrisy; they were go­ ing through the motions and out­ ward observances of religious wor­ ship while their hearts were in de­ liberate rebellion against God. No wonder the prophet demand­ ed: “to what purposes is the mul­ titude of your sacrifices unto Me?” saith the Lord. ‘I delight not in the blood of bullocks or of lambs, or of goats. . . Bring no more vain obla­ tions: incense is an abomination unto Me.” .Some Bible commentators have mistakenly thought that this de- nunciaton of sacrifices by Isaiah and similiar denunciations by other Old Testament prophet, meant that God never wanted men to wor­ ship Him by the blood sacrifice of animals. That is not so; for the whole Bible, both Old Testament and New, and the teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ Himself, make it plain that the old Testament ani­ mal sacrifices were ordained and commanded of God, as a type or symbol of the shed blood of "the Lamb slain] from the foundation of the world,” Jesus Christ.'* But such sacrifices are meaningless and an abomination to God when the hearts of those performing them are in rebellion against God. In the midst of this- -chapter of stern denunciation there shines out a glorious, merciful word of God’s grace and eager forgiveness— if only people are willing to turn to Him in repentance and confession and faith. “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins- be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” Here is God’s call, not only to Is­ rael and Judah, .but to all of us to­ day,*. to repent of our sins and turn to Him in faith, Then indeed we shall find that He is a long-suffer­ ing and forgiving God and that He will welcome us as the father in the parable welcomed the prodigal the moment he returned to his home, But there is Ony one way to be cleansed as white as snow from bur sins. Isaiah tells about it in his 53rd chapter: “all we, like sheep, have gone astray; we have turned every oh© to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on I-Iifti the iniquity of Us all,” .So the beloved apostle John de­ clares: “The blood of Jesus Christ His .sou, cledhseth us from all sih,” Established 1873 and 1887 Published every Thursday morning at Exeter, Ontario SUBSCRIPTION—$2.0101 per year in advance R ATES—Farm- or Real Estate for sale 50c, each insertion for first four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion, -Miscellaneous ar­ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10 c. per line of .six words, Reading notices 10c, per line. Card of Thanks 5i0c. Legal ad­ vertising 1-2 and Sc. per line. In Memoriam, with one verse 50c, extra verses 2 5|c,. each. Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &o, Money to Loan, Investment's Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vaults for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HENSALL CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &c- LOANS, INVESTMENTS, INSURANCE Office; Carling Block, Mjain Stree®, EXETER, ONT. At Lucan Mondays and Thursdays Dr. G. S. Atkinson, L.D.S.,D.D.S. DENTAL SURGEON Office opposite the New Post Office ■Main Street. Exeter Telephones Office 34w House 34J Office closed all day Wednesday until further notice Dr. G. F. Roulston, 'L.D.S.,D.D.S. DENTIST Office; Carling Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoons K. C. BANTING, B.A., M.D. Physician & 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 Credit-on 30r25 JOHN WARD CHIROPRACTIC, OSTEOPATHY, ELECTRO-THERAPY & ULTRA­ VIOLET TREATMENTS PHONE 70 MAIN ST. EXETER ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM BALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Rhone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. No. 1, DASHWOOD FRANK TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron) and Middlesex FARM SALES A' SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and .Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER P. O. or RING 138 USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY Head Office, Farquhar, Ont. President AN-GU-S SINCLAIR Vice-Pres., SIMON DOW DIRECTORS SAM’L NORRIS J. T, ALLISON W(M, H. COATES, FRANK Mic-CONNELL AGENTS JOHN ESSERY, Centralia, Agent for Usborne and Biddulp-h ALVIN L. HARRIS, Munro, Agent for Fullarton and Logan THOMAS SCOTT, Cromarty, Agen'J for Hibbert B. W. F. BEAVERS Secretary-Treasurer Exeter, Ontario GLADMAN & STANBURY Solicitors, Exeter 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 bn December 31st, 1.032, $17,880,720 Total Cash in Bank and Bonds $213,720.02 Kates—$4.50 per $1,000 for 3 years E* F, KLOPP, ZURICH Agent, Also Dealer in Lightning Rods and all kinds of Fire Insurance Often it takes <as> much courage to resist as it does to go ahead. The collector for the wages of sin is never turned away empty-handed,