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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1936-08-06, Page 6THURSDAY. AVGUST (Jth, 103G THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE = Each pad will kill every-day for READ DIRECTIONS CAREFULLY AND FOLLOW THEM . / WHEN USING WILSON S “You’re doing a swell job of it, darl­ ing. You might (have been string­ ing the play boys along all your life. That little bit of byplay with Gil Saunders ought to earn you a line in the I-Spy -columns aud get you in good and solid with him. He loves that sort of thing.” “I did it because I was mad at you for coming,” Judith confessed. “Poor Judy.” “But didn’t ‘you hate it?” she ask­ ed. “Some. Like hell, to he honest. But, on the other hand, >my darling, you’ve taken on a job. And it has certain conventions about it, certain customs and manners, and you’ve got to go through with ’em. Only,” he looked down at her, the music was ending, “you haven’t danced just like this with any one else to­ night, have you Judy?” “No.” “I thought not,” he said contend- edly. “Gilbert Saundbrs doesn’t dance," Judy informed him, Spencer laughed. “That’s a break,” he said and Judy’s heart was lighter. Pennies for Favours the close of the second photographers appeared, Judy be -pictured with Gil at her side ■Sam shaking her hand, with cham- Stye £xpirr ^Established X873 and 1887 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday morning SUBSCRIPTION—$2.0Q per year ip advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate for 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 50-c. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c. per line. In Memoriam, with one verse 50c. extra verses 25c. each. Member of The Canadian. Weekly Newspaper Association ; ever try to lie to me. You aren’t any : good at it, and it’s my business to ■ know when people lie. I got where : I am, today because I could tell that, : see ” : “I see.” said Judith. “AU right ; then. I’m not seared of you. But I’m ! excited about you and curious.” : “What scared you?” Saunders per- : sisted. ■I “I saw a ghost,” said Judith de­ liberately. Involuntarily, Saunders glanced ovex’ his shoulder, “Where?" Then he laughed at himself. “What do you mean?” “Oh, it’s a flesh-and-blood ghost- It’s drinking an old-fashioned now laughing very loudly at something some one in its party has just said. 1 I was engaged to it once ...” “Spencer Owen,” Saunders said. “Are you still in love with him?” “Yes. But a girl can’t ever marry a ghost." Saunders grunted. “She can try to forget him.” “She’s trying. She means to for­ get him.” She hates him very much right now for coming here tonight.” "Really?” “Yes,” a spot of -color burned in Judith’s -cheeks. “He knows it hurts me, disturbs me, to have him here. He should have stayed away.” Fixing the Ghost “We’ll pay him off,” Saunders sug­ gested an-d, leaning forward, he took a duster -of gardenias from the vase, shook it free of water, and pinned it -on Judith’s shoulder. “Thank ine pretty,” he commanded, “that’ll fix your ghost.” Juditli smiled. She took Saunders’ hand. A long white sear iran across the back of it. It matched an even uglier one that ran down and across , one lean -cheek, She laid his scar­ red hand lightly against holding it there enough one in the iroom to see. was watching, she knew, kept her hands in his, leaned across to (her. “Your smart,” he said, “and sweet But you’re still scared. I -can your heart pound, in here,” He his long fingers on her pulse. “But not of my ghost,” she him. “Oh what, then?” “Because of wihat you said.” “That your smart?” “No.” “That you're sweet?” She nodded her head. He waited, his silence compelling her to go on “I don’t want anyone to think I am sweet. That's what scares me. I knoi” _ have been watching me,” d up at the telltale little 'I know you 'made Sam me for this job. You sent uiose roses yesterday. It makes me feel us though—as though I were being pursued. It makes me breathless.” .Saunders shook his head, “You’re ’way beyond me,” the said, “if you mean I’m chasing you, why O.K. I thought girls liked that. .Maybe, I have been, but if you’re .going to go round watching fon ghosts, maybe I won’t be interested.” Judith looked at him. “Your turn she said. “How do you mean?” “You’re trying to lie to me now. You haven’t the least idea of giving me up until you at least know- little better. I’m too ipretty, much a novelty for you to be out in ten minutes. Besides, rather mean to lay that ghost for me don’t you?” .Saunders threw back his head and laughed. “I said you were smart. You go along now and dance with some of the customers. I don’t dance. But come (back there for supper with me after the second show. And mean­ while think of something you’d like me to do for you. I’m in good humor tonight.” She smiled at him. He must never know how thoroughly scared she (had been when he had said he might lose interest. She must let no avenue that might lead to Ches­ ter’s freedom close itself to her, ‘Dance, Penny?” the voice of a slianger hailed her from a nearby table. “I’m Cy Trask, hang around here a lot . . . you’re the cutest trick the Golden Bubble’s had for a month of Sundays.” A Gay Penny She danced with him. With others She knew that Saunders w-atched her. Knew that Spencer watched her. She was very gay. .She laughed at silly jokes. She caught the trick of holding her back just stiff enough so her .partner could not draw her too closely against them. She sum­ moned her wits to defend her against paying hands, slyly suggestive re­ marks, and that self which had withdrawn, which watched half-ap­ provingly, (half scoirnfully the things the outer Judy did, remained remote I. untouched, as she had told Spencer it would. Just before the second show Spen­ cer claimed her for a dance. “If he is angry,” Judith thought, “then I am through with him foirevel’,” She wished he would be angry. If she could hate him a little it would be easier. But he wasn’t angry. He held her very gently as though she was something fragile and precious. “‘Tired, Judy?” he said softly. She was tired. She relaxed against him and let him guide her about the fluor. He spoke just once more- “Must you, Judy? Must you go on with this?” “Yes. I’ve sorted it, now. I hate to keep on.” Spencer held her a little closer. iilllillliillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll seem too personal, Judy?” I “If you would,” Judith answered lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllli WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE ! ,>uW nuu^u, uuuim uuswereu >our‘gratefully and Aunt Mary gathered 1 Up the packet remarking that there u ■ were £ great many more, thesee were just a sample. “Chester turned into a powerful whenever Clio was away,” she observed. “Wonder is that Clio saved ’em.” “She saved everything, Aunt Mary. You saw that when you went thro’ j lhe old house.” “Yes, she took and she kept, Some people are like that." Ready For First Show Saturday was a day of nerves. Judith came home in the afternoon from a brief filial rehearsal with lier ■kness literally shaking. Aunt Mary hustled her into bed, gave her hot milk and a sleeping tablet, aud woke lier barely in time to leave for the Golden Bubble. The first show went on at 11 o’clock and at ten Ju­ dith went in the stage entrance, step- She looked down at the engraved ping from the hot darkness of a late ...................... ~ its. June night to the brilliant noise of a night club in full swing. j Later she stood in the wings look- And f ing out at an audience bent on be­ ing gay. She heard Sam make a speech. Under cover of his voice au- she whispered to Poppy Allen just the J behind her: the. “Whicdi is Mr. Saunders?” fol-, “Gil . . . he's at that center table the near the dance floor, by himself. You I will know him because he’ll have 'r. Saunders, the man that is a bunch of gardenias in a vase on ■ back of the Golden Bubble, j the table. He always has ’em. Some­ times he gives them to us, or to some girl he likes, if he's feeling good.” Judith spotted the table, saw a tall, dark an with a thin face, its cheeks creased in two long lines. The eyes were deep set. The mouth was firm. It was altogether a (handsom­ er, younger-looking face than she had expected. Later, seen close, she was to add ‘‘crafty” to her description of Gilbert Saunders, Sam’s voice went on, concluded: “So give her a (big hand, folks, that little girl, the Good Penny of all the bad her All for “Pve unpacked all save clothes, my pet. You can do yourself. Your room looks sweet wish all the flowers in it “Flowers?” , _____ “Yvs. a big box of them tame writerright after we moved m, 1 put them SlWa> VUler in wa’-r. There’s a little envelope ( on your dressing table, with a card ' In it, 1 suppose." Judith went into her bedroom. There were roses everywhere. Ex­ pensive hothouse roses with so heavy a scent that Judith pushed open an- otlie" window before she picked up the white envelope. Spencer must have -ent them and it seemed a very strange thing for him to have done. He wasn’t much given to sentiment, ! to presents. But her heart expand­ed: it was a lovely thing for him to1 do, even though she had asked him' to leave her alone. ETowers From Gil all day and (fee weeks, ch packet. 10 ^ENTS^PER PACKET (it Driiggisti^Brocers, General Storet, MP AY MORE? THE WILSON FLY PAD CO., Hamilton, Ont. IMMIGRATION -4X. floor Professional Cards cardboard she had taken from envelope. Mr. Gilbert Saunders No message. Just the card, these dollars’ and dollars’ worth of1 ing gay. roses. A little ahiver passed over | speech. Judith. Her fingers tensed and tomatically -tore the -card across face. But she couldn’t tear flowers across. Their perfume lowed her as she went back to living room. “M. reaE'y sent them," she told Aunt Mary. “Oh. you met him there?" Aunt Mary’s voice was bright. “No, but he’s seen me. He watches rehearsals sometimes from a little window up near the roof. I suppose I'll meet him tomorrow night at the opening.’’ Aunt Mary nodded. “He’ll expect some thanks for all those roses,” she said. The apartment had five rooms, a bedroom each for Judith and Aunt Mary, a living room, kitchen, break­ fast room. Everything was neat and shining, comfortable and presently Aunt Mary brought hot tea and su­ gar cookies and set them on a card table in the living room. A packet of letters lay beside the teapot. “There are some of your father’s letters. Judith,’" Aunt Mary said. “I thought maybe you’d betfA~ at them befo^ -• to Pennets, the one that stood by old man through thick and thin, together now, folks, a big hand the Good Penny.” He led the applause ihimself. T” dith danced out. now. Her I''- iShe h" her cheek, for every Every one Saunders feel laid told At show must with herself holding a bottle of pagne out to some convivial genie­ men who were rather too unsteady on their feet to make a good picture The tempo of the crowd grew quick­ er. The dance floor grew more crowded. Sam had obtained-^ little canvas bags each holding twenty-five new pennies for supper < favors ^and presently the guests were' hilariously busy matching table. Judith made Saunders’ table, well as men’s caught at her. with us, Good Penny,” they called, laughed at anything she said, clapp­ ed her as she passed on. she supposed, a great success, was was pennies at every her way toward Hands, women’s as “Match She was. Sam beaming. The Golden Bubble having a real gala night. Immigration has always been* an important factor in Canadian devel­ opment. In fact, if one thinks of it for a moment, lhe realizes that all the development which has taken place in this country since the day when it was occupied by the Red In­ dian has been due to immigration. The crest of the immigration was in 1912-1913, wihen it reached a to­ tal of 382,84'1. This .was a larger pro rata absorption of newcomers than occurred in the United 'States at any time in the history of that country. Since 1930, because of world-wide depression and unemployment, Can- aa has not been encouraging immi­ gration, and tlie figure has fallen to the unprecedented low of 11,277 in the last calendar year. British subjects and citzens of the United States are still admitted when in good health, of good character, and possessed sure that triton tors country, countries and ependent children coming join family heads already established in Canada, and farers with capital coming to establish themselves on land. Although immigration is at a low mark, there is a temporary move­ ment—that of tourists and other visitors—'Which reaches immense fi­ gures. In 1935 those who passed the Canadian immigration- inspectors at boundary point and ocean ports reached the huge total of 24,788,501 In other words, the Immigration De­ partment dealt with a temporary movement amounting to more than twice the entire .population of the Dominion. Marching seven abreast and six feet apart this huge army would form an- tuntoroken procession from Halifax to Vancouver, British Columbia. This information is taken from reports received from the Depart­ ment of Immigration by the Domin­ ion Bureau of iSta-tistics. of sufficent funds to as- they will not become con- to unemployment in this Immigration from other consists largely of wives to (Continued next week.) WHERE Author Unknown for Made of our OLIC1TO Investm use GLADMAN & STANBClixf BARRISTERS, Money to LoaIafurance, Safe-depositjpaulClient^ ut charge EXETER and HENSALL CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, j^OLlClTO &c« LOANS, IN3EJRANC Office; Carli BVESTIM (TWin Stree®, Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S. dosed Wei Office E Afternoonsay Dr. H. H. COWEN, L.D,S.,D,DS. DENTAL SURGEON Successor to the'Jate Dr. A tkin sc a Office oppositd^the Po^^ffice, Main Street Office 36w Closed W Res. 36J ay Afternoons JOHN WARD OHIROPRAOTIOu OSTEOPATHY,ELECTRO-THERAPY ^ULTRA­ NTS Where can a man buy a cap his kness, Or a key to a lock of his hair? Can his eyes be called an academy Because there are puipils there? In the crown of his head what gems are found? Who travels the bridge of his nose Can he use, when shingling the roof of his house, The nails on the end of his toes Can the crook of his elbow be sent to jail? If so, what did he do? How daes he sharpen his blades? I’ll be hanged if I know, Can he sit in the shade of iof his hand? Does the calf of his leg eat the corn •on his toes? Or beat the drum of ihis ear? If so, who not grow corn on the ear? VIOLET $REA MAIN ST.EXETER ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AljUTIONEg For Huron anti MiddT FARM SALES ^gJBiALTY PRICES R1wnile an- was watching. The smiled, applauded first as a crowd, then as a individual and that, the 1 come to stare at her. Her heart skip- should I come . . . The number was finished ■t1 Now she was circulating about the floor, exchanging (banter, greetings, watching this girl and that play hos­ tess to men who had come without companions. Judih knew where she was going. She took a oblique path, but she ar­ rived finally at the table where Gil­ bert Saunders sat alone. She smiled down at him, look'ed up at a new party coming in the door, felt a sud­ den darkness .come over her. -Spen­ cer was with tihat party. Already his gaze was eager over the room, look­ ing for her. She could not meet his eyes. She looked down, caught a fold of her briet skirt in her hands and wrenched a bright new >coin f-rom it. She laid it on the table before Saunders. “For your thoughts,” she said and smiled, not at -Gilbert, but at the penny so new, so coppery, so wick­ edly and worthlessly shiny there on the white table cloth. -xVl „u laughed, .„u chose! .. random. It was j She saw this old friend .„vh to Clio, (then spending Summer in the mountains, a number j Ped a beat^.. . if Spencer of years ago. “My darling,” it began. “I can’ tell you how I miss you. Everything misses you and all the days are so long with you away that I don’t know how I can get through them. But I am glad you are where it is cool. I love you too much to want you to endure this terrific heat we are hav­ ing. And I get through the days by telling myself that in each one I am working for the well-being of my dear one. I’ve counted off the days Clio, until you come back. I wish I could come up -for a week-end, but I’ve a chance which means car you want They were full of love, of the story of grindin, work so that Clio might have things and more things. Judith searched for something of her mother’s and fin­ ally found one. “Dear Chester—-We are all right. Sorry I haven’t had time to write cf- tener. but, then, you know I’ll send word if anything should go wrong. Judy sends her love. The mountains are d .ing her a lot of good and I really think we should stay here un­ til the middle of September, so she can get the full benefit of this clim­ ate." Aunt Mary returned and glanced at her niece’s occupation, Judy look­ ed up. “I can’t see that there’s a thing here that would help any," she said. “They're just letters of Dad­ dy’s full of love for Mcther, and tier's—" "Not full f,< love,” Aunt Mary helped out. practically. Judith nodded. “I suppose we can let Mr. Teller have them. Every one knows now that Daddy loved Mother terribly and that she never <a;ed for him. I do hate to have strangers read them, but if it will help any--” “Would you like me io look thro’ them first and take out any that just to do .some extra work you can have the new when you come back.” all like this—letters ■S CHAPTER XII Saunders stared at the too, and at Judith’s small white hand pressed hard against the surface- of the table. “Sit down, Penny,” he said. He had a curious voice. It was low now as he had brained it to be. But it had still its shrill overtone, metallic and harsh, relic of the days when as a ragged boy he had sold papers on the East Side streets. Judith slipped into a chair, “Champagne,” said Saunders to a waiter hovering near. “You need some,” he went on as the waiter hurried away, aren’t scared “Oh, but I answered. “No.” said ed of some one who came in just be- f&re you sat down. Now, listen, Penny, and get this straight. 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DANIEL PHILLIPS Mrs, Elizabeth Phillips, widow* of Daniel Phillips and one of Lucan’s oldest residents, died July 29th at the home of her son, Alonzo Phillips on No. 4 Highway, near Clandcboye, She was in her 96th year. Mrs. Phillips was formerly Miss Elizabeth Haskett. She was boitn in Ireland and came to the Lucan Dis­ trict with her parents when six years of age. For 90 years .she had lived in this district. She had formerly been active in the work of the Unit­ ed Church. Predeceased by her hus­ band 17 years, she is survived by two sons, Edwin Philips, Carlisle, and Alonzo Phillips, at homo; one dan-- ghter, Mr«, Jemima Noyes, London. There are also 16 grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildron, The funeral was held from heir son's home on Friday. Interment in­ St. James Cemetery, GTandcboyo.