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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1937-04-01, Page 2
THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE'THURSDAY, APRIL 1st, 1937 “REBEL BRIDE” BY VERA BROWN She wore no jewellry, no flowers Roget and Kail declared her peifeet. “At least, my child, they'll like watching you, if they don’t care about hearing you.” Krayl, in evening clothes, appeared ill as ease, dumped his violin case OU the davenport. “Do I look all right?’’ Linda stood off to1 admire him. “You’re much handsomer than 1 thought, Karl ” she said playfully Then she came over to him, put both hands -on his shoulders. “It is going to be a wonderful evening for you, Karl. I know! And I’ll do my best with the concerto.” Karl could find no- voice with Which to thank her. In the short ride to the Crillon the three spoke not at all. They’ were all under great tension, although they tried to hear u,p. Back of the concert hall was a dressing room. Linda tidied up her hair', Bhe could hear Roget and Karl pacing hack and forth, talking in monosyllables. Almost time for* the first group of numbers. Linda had her music piied neatly. ‘“Odd, right now I can’t remember one note of them!” she gasped a little, and tried to warm her cold fingers. She couldn’t fail Karl. She came out and joined Karl. Somebody told them the hall was filled. Karl looked at Linda anxiously. “I’m all right!” But Linda’s lips were stiff. Karl was testing the strings of his violin as he searched her face. TJhe Concert Karl walked onto the platform. Linda slipped into her place at the piano-. The concert had begun. Afterwards Linda never knew how she lived through that first number But suddenly she forgot everything but the music before her, and that pure stream of sound from Karl’s violin. The next group went rather bet ter, Linda was sure. This second time Linda was more sure of her self. She realized now why Roget had wanted her to accompany Karl, to. get the rough edges off. There would 'be a short intermission, then .Karl’s concerto. Even now Linda was paralyzed at the thought. Backstage again, Linda went into the -dressing room, let the hot water run over her hands. There was a box of flowers -on the table. As she dried her hands, she read the card attached. “Mary Marx.” How sweet of Roget and Karl. She opened the Ibox and lifted out a huge mass of lilacs. She buried her face in the blossoms. The perfume stim ulated her. As she turned to find a container for the blossoms she noted another card that fell to> the floor. She picked it up and turned it over. The words seemed to- dance before her eyes. “Will you have supper with me afterward, Mary Marx?” It was signed “'Miklos.” Linda dropped the flowers and rushed out into: the hall. Roget was talking to a stranger. A messenger boy standing near the door spoke to her. There was a ringing in Lin da’s ears. She leaned against the door. So it was all to -be for noth ing! “The gentleman is waiting for an answer, Miss Marx.” “Tell -him I’ll meet him at the apartment.” Then Roget motion to her. It was time for the concerto. CHAPTER XXXHI there was a smoothness, a roundness and completion to her work. Prom the bottom of her heart she wanted to interpret Karl’s music to those people. She felt she owed him a deep debt of friendship. He had given her understanding and companionship when she was desper ate. Noiv she was paying that debt in some measure. The music -swept on through all the modern color., light, fire and tragedy of Paris, Paris in the rain! If was modern music -but under standable and warm. To the audience it seemed impossible that this slen der, blonde girl could produce such liquid beauty. She ©layed with all her heart and soul. And the au dience seemed to- know it. When over they applauded with enthusiasm, so that Linda came back to give an encore with flaming cheeks and bright eyes. For the second number she chose some of that weird gypsy music of whose existence she had first learn ed in Vienna. This, too, she played with great understanding. The minor nostalgic strains caught at the heart Il was sad music, full -of loneliness, and longing of the unhappy people who first sang it. Then, suddenly, the end had come Linda, smiling gravely, bowed, dis appeared. The crowd liked her and they like her playing, as their -ap plause show’ed. “Usually at these concerts the se condary soloist is pretty bad,” re marked a pretty American girl who sat down front. “She’s good! I like her better than the violinist!” re plied th© man, on her left. “What’s her name? Marx? German girl, piolba/bly. It takes these foreigners to play!” Praise When, Linda came back it was to accompany Karl on the final offer ing on, the program. Linda was not tired. .She felt that she could go on playing all night. Looking back she realized that the audience stim ulated hen to- do her best. Never again would she be so dreadfully terrified as she had been this night. She was sure of herself. IFtor they had seemed to like her. Then suddenly the concert was over. Karl was bowing and coming back to bring her out with him. Back stage Roget met them both-. First he kissed Karl om both cheeks, then Linda. “Good children! Now we’re getting some place. I’m so pro-ud of you! Come! Now we celebrate. You, Karl and me. There will be champagne! Come!” Linda sat down om tne first avail able chaii\ Suddenly the troubles of the world cariie sweeping over her. There was Miklos. She must see him, must -keep him still! But Papa Roget face was shining. “Yes, Papa Roget. I’ll come. But first I must dash home! Please, please, don’t ask me why. I’ll join you in half an hour!” “We’ll -come with you!” Karl in sisted, his eyes shining. It was in deed a triumphant evening for him. But before Linda could escape Karl backed hen into a corner. “You were marvellous! I don’t know whether it was my music, your playing or both! I’m so hapipy, Linda. I think this time I’m on my way up! There’s to be no more star vation for me, no more playing in restaurants, to people’s stomachs!” Karl’s voice showed how much he had hated his struggle. “Oh, I know. It won’t be easy. But after this, just only row i!piay junk again!” When Linda stepped out onto the lighted stage she could see White splashes on the front where faces were. As she walked across to the piano her knees trem bled and her hands felt cold again, “I’ve got to succeed” Linda did not ©ven form the desparate words. But she thought them with every inch of her body and her brain. She sat down, at the piano, and in that instant when she put her hands on the keyboard she had a moment of complete, utter panic. She could re member not one note of anything! Then, as though controlled by some thing or somebody outside herself, she began to play. From the instant she struck th© first notes she forgot everything except Karl’s concerto. Linda came into her own. It is not that she played s’o much better than she had ever played before, but give me a chance at a few concerts in the States, and I’ll never have to But Linda had to get away from them for a little. “Where shall I meet you two?” She squeezed Papa Roget’s arm. “Don’t ask questions, darling! I’ll explain when I see you! Please!” she whispered. Roget, seeing the tears in her'eyes nodded, helped to pacify Karl. Lin da found a cafe outside, and drove straight to> her apartment. When Lin da let herself in, Odette was not there, for 'Odette had been in the audience to listen. Mike Again Linda had not been in the apart ment for more than five minutes be fore the bell rang and she admitted Miklos. He came in, debonnaire, smiling, dressed in the handsomest 4 Itching, Burning, Stinging Eczema or Salt Rheum Eczema or Salt Rheum as it is often called is one of the most agonizing of skin diseases. The intense burning, itching, smarting, especially at night, or when the affected part is exposed to heat, or the* hands placed in water, ate almost unbeatable, Use Burdock Blood Bitters internally, and apply it externally* A few bottles are usually sufficient to afford relief from thio torturing blood and skin disease, RURDOCK Bitters of evening clothes, a silk top hat, “Congratulations, Linda, my darl ing! You wex® wonderful!” Ho held out his hand. Linda ignored it. ‘Won’t you sit down?” She mo tioned him to a chair, but made no motion to sit down herself. “Cigarette?” Miklos offered her .one of his long dark Hungarian monogrammed ones. (Linda shudder ed involuntarily. They brought un pleasant memories of Edelweis. She shook her head. “I knew you had talent, bpt 1 never believed you could do it, Lin da. You’ve been working!” “Yes.” .She turned abruptly, Mikjlos stud ied hen face. .She was thinner, looked older but never had she seemed so lovely or so desirable. “I asked you to .come here so I could explain things to you, Miklos, I’m trying to get ahead on my own. I won’t buy my way, Miklos.” “Anl I suppose you didn’t ipay for that hall, and all the rest?” Miklos laughed. ' “And if I did?” Linda retorted. “I did not gO' on the Laird name." There was fierce pride in her voice. Miklos smiled with amusement. Fen seriousness was intriguing. He was beginning to think she meant it. “How did you find out about me?’ “Simple, my dear. I’ve been keep ing track of you and1 when your new boy friend announced this concert I thought I’d see £ee how good a picker you were.” The colon rose in Linda's cheeks. Her eyes blazed but she did not re ply. Obviously' Miklos was intimat ing she and Karl 'were having an affair. “He’s clever, that chap. No. place he can’t go—with your money.” Linda turned and faced Miklos. “How much are you trying to get out of me now?’ “Linda, I don’t know what you mean.” Miklos was full of righteous indignation. “.Stop this pretense. You know the one thing, in the world I want is to keep this thing secret—until I can prove myself.” Linda’s eyes blazed. “How much are you asking .Miklos.” The Price of Secrecy The Prince shrugged. I am in a little financial difficulty.” He lit an other cigarette. “How about ten thousand?” “Shillings?” “Dollars, Linda, dollars!” “I won’t ipay that much!” ■ ’ Miklos shrugged his shoulders, picked up his hat. “It doesn’t mat ter, Linda. I don’t really need the money badly. Or at least I know where I can get some. You know Wells of the National Press? Well, .he’ll be grateful—” ’ . Linda walked over to her writing desk., “I haven’t that much avail able. I’ll pay you a thousand to night. The .rest at my attorney’s office tomorrow'!” “I never do business with attor ney’s!” “All right, here, then!” Linda sat down, opened her check book. “Make it out to cash, please,” Miklos warned. Linda handed it to' him. “Now, get out!” With perfect poise, Miklos bowed over her unwilling hand. “I’ll call at 3 p.m.” he told her. Then he left. Linda waited for a little while be fore she left to. join Karl and Roget. (She stood looking out the window onto' the avemue. This was the last straw! Miklos would keep bleeding her! “Well, it’s my own fault!” Linda tried to face the situation. But she must join the others. She didn’t want them to. worry. She found Karl and Roget later, with two other musicians, a music critic from an afternoon paper. Ro get introduced Linda as Miss Marx/ ond they talked a long time about the concert, about Karl’s music, about Linda’s future. “If you work, you’ll go far,” the music critic said. “You’re unusual!’ Linda was silent and only smiled her appreciation. Karl thought she was tired and urged that they go home early. Later, when they were together in a cab, whisking, through the quiet late streets, Linda said: “You spoke of going- to' the States, Karl!” “Yes, in the Fall. When I have more money.” “I’ll miss you, Karl,” Roget said. “But that is the penalty of being only a teacher. We work to help you to fly away.” Linda planned to Flee “Listen, ootn of you-!” Linda’s ■voice was eager. “There is a boat sailing (Saturday. I’m booking pas sage on it.” “Linda! You aren’t ready/’ Roget protested. “I know. Will you listen to. m?? Please. .Please, don’t say a word un til I finish. In the first place, I’ve got to go. It’s Mikjlos. It was he I had to’meet tonight. He found out.” “What do you mean?” “Papa Roget, back in the States we call it the ‘shake-down.’ ” Lin da’s voice was sharp. “You mean you had to pay him money?” Karl’s voice was incredu lous. “Or see the story all over thO papers. What could I do?” Roget shook his head. “I cannot understand ft,” “But that isn’t what I had to tell you. You’re both coming with me —both of you. Karl will do a con cert in the Fall—with me.” “Linda, don’t‘Ibe absurd,” “You’re both coming, I tell you. Both of you. I have money. You’ve never been across the Atlantic, well, not in years anyway, Papa Roget. I’ve got a small house up in the country. We can work there. I’m booking passage tomorrow.” CHAPTER XXXIV The old liner lay off Manhattan in the morning sunshine. Down in second class on the after’ deck stood Linda, Karl and Papa Roget. Toge ther they watched New York’s tow ers come into sight silently. Their rush away from Paris had made those last few days a mad house. Karl had been sent to get their passage, second class, on a boat on which Linda had never tra- , veled. On the passenger list she was reported as Mlle. Laird. And nobody would look for the famous Linda Laird cn a small liner in dowdy second class, Linda informed nobody except Wolf, that she 5was going and, she had sworn him to secrecy. Wolf agreed with her that second class passage and complete secrecy were-the only safe method for Linda if she wanted to arrive back home quietly. It was Wolf who spoke about Lin da’s jewels. /‘If you go through the customs with them, you’ll Ibe identified, for that will be neces sary to get their registration. Linda gasped. “What shall I do? I had forgotten all about them!” Wolf thought a minute. ‘‘Smug gle them in! If' they catch you, you are perfectly safe, for it is a legal entry, and although there’d be a lot of fuss, you’d be all right—there’re registered. Just tuck them in your clothes until you get off the boat. Then you’H. pass unnoticed.'■ Won’t have to identify yourself.” :So Linda followed his advice. Just before they decked, she cram med her jewels into her coat pocket and the front of' her dress. When the gangplank went down. Karl, Linda and Roget were among the first off. They separated with final instructions from Linda, to stand under their numbers in the customs. Karl smoked interminable cigarettes as he waited, trying to keep his eye on Linda, over under the “L’s.” (Continued' next week) CLANDEBOYE W. A. GUILD HOLD JOINT MEETING The W, A. and ..Ladies’ Guild of St. James’ Parish, Claudeboye, met at the home of Mrs. L. C. Harrison, the rectory, Lucan. The W. A. meeting was opened with prayers for missions conducted by Mrs. Harris on. The Scripture lesson, was read by the president, Mrs. Herbert George. Delegates chosen to at tend the annual W. A. in April were Mrs. John L. Simpson, Mrs. Alex O’Neil and Mrs. Herbert George. The Ladies’ Guild then took charge of the meeting with Mrs. Carl O’Neil president, in the chair. It was decid ed to have women of the parish form three groups for the year’s work. Two convenors were chosen for each group to arrange the work. A pleasant hour was spent when re freshments were served by the hos tess, assisted by Miss Rena Hovey and Miss M. O’Neil. The refresh ments committee was composed of Mrs. Harrison, Mrs. James McRann, Mrs. Moore Cunningham and Mrs. Hubert George. Tested Recipes In view of the demand tor lamb at this time, the following recipes may prove useful: Roast Lamb a la Bretonnc Beans form an important part of this recipe. Cook the desired quan tity of beans, shelled green onos when in season. Fry 1-2 pound (or the amount desired) of finely sliced onions for five minutes. Add flour, and then milk or water, to make a sauce, and cook for fifteen minutes. Pour the water off the beans, and add the onion sauce. Af ter the roast has been prepared for the oven, make four or more incis ions with a fork or skewer and place a whole clove in each incision. When the mutton is roasted, serve with the beans and sliced tomatoes. Champsvallons (Ontario Style) This is a recipe for lamb or mut ton chops: Pan broil 6 to 10 chops for two .minutes. Prepare onions (sliced) and potatoes (sliced or cubed). Place chops in casserole, add vegetables, seasonings, and' suf ficient boiling water or stock to pre vent burning. Cover and cook in oven until vegetables are tender. Serve hot. Sheep’s Heart iStew Simmer lamb or mutton hearts until tender. Remove and cut in 2- j inch squares. Slice onions and' fry in cooking, fat for five minutes, add hearts and potatoes cut in same size as the hearts. Cover with boiling ■water and cook until the potatoes are done. Thicken liquid and serve hot. Cooked Lamb en Casserole ’ 3 cups cooked lamb 1 tablespoon cooking fat 1 cup cooked carrots 1 cup cooked potato 8 small cooked onions Left-over gravy Cut lamb in cubes and brown in cooking vat. C'ut vegetables in cubes, Put meat in casserole, add vegetables, gravy, and enough hot water to moisten. Season with salt and .pepper. 'Cover and bake in a hot oven (400 degrees Fahrenheit) for 20 minutes. These recipes are taken from the Publication entitled “Selection of Lamb Guts” issued by the Dominion Department of Agriculture and, may be obtained free on application from the Publicity and Extension Branch, Dominion Department of Agricul ture, 'Ottawa. PIGEONS STOP MARCH OF TIME IN BRANTFORD The march of time was halted for 70 minutes at Brantford when pig- edns which roost in the post office towers after feeing locked out of their home in city hall tower, perch ed on the hands of the clock and prevented them from making the usual turn. A dozen pigeons were too much for the power of the clock. The oc- eurence was the second of its kind and stories of pigeon pie are being heard around the post office, where the birds are proving a nuisance. Marks the Spot One Guy: Did you mark that place where the fishing is so good? Guy Two: Yes, I put an X on the side of the boat. First Guy: That’s silly. What if we should get another boat? “TILLERS OF THE SOIL” ■ Is there any task more pleasant than the tilling of the soil, Where the proud yet humble farmers reaps or gathers in the spoil; Of the everready fruitage that is nigh to those who share To 'bring, about production! that our good land has to spare. We might call a man real lucky would envy quite despise, The chap 'who’s called1 a hay seed for he’s apt to get the prize; For his toiling hand’s 'rewarded and you’ll find him quite content. And as happy as you make them for his time is really spent. In an, effort to supply the needs of the town or city’s call, The miner too or, lumberjack, his needs both .great and small Are furnished by the farmer man he must labor on to share His well filled time of honest toil in, hope or, igrim despair. No matter what the season is Spring, Summer or the Fall Or grim old Winter’s hardy grip of snow storm, ice and squall You’ll find him busy toiling, not much time he throws away He must keep the world’s pot boiling so. to speak from day to day. You may term him unsuccessful ifi you dare he’ll beat your guOssk For he’s nearly independent though at times he feels distress Wheni prices on the market day loom high or low he plans To cut his cards to meet demands of home he understands. Yes, the sons of toil are lucky when employed1 upon the farm No profession is much better to ward off the city’s charm; With it noise and hustle, bustle, its temptations mean, and low You may call it dull and, heavy ’but no other place we know. That will give more satisfaction then a term upon the soil. Where health andi manly vig0,r comes to those who care to toil; Me thinks, it beats the city life by that saying “half a mile” And where sweet nature’s all alert to gree you with a smile. May heaven bless the farmer man for he must surely know That his is that most happy life content must daily show A steadfast look of humble toil that brings its winsome charm To bless his occupation it will be his recreation on. the farm* In conclusion ini high praise give a booster for the farm, Andi continue so in doing it will give ho mental harm; iFOV the man who runs a reaper or a good. told plow or drag Has a just and high profession unashamed whereof to brag. HORACE C. BlAlKER, Mitchell, Ont* Established 1873 and 1887 gt Exeter? Ontario Published every Thursday Miorninl SUBSCRIPTION—?2.0:Q per year In advance RATES—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 10c. per line of six words. Reading notices 10c, per line. Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad vertising 12 and 8c. peT line. In Memoriam, with one verse 50c. extra verses 25,c. each, Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &o- Money to Loan, Investments Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vaults for use of our Clients without charge EXETER • and HENSALL Here’s a “real baby” to de light the heart of any small mother. His outfit is com plete with jaunty tam,, cosy pullovers, and a coat that really buttons. The lat ter is knitted in one piece (Raglan sleeve style) which simplifies the making up. Try it in fine 3-ply wool with white trimming. The pattern includes com plete directions for knitting coat, tam and pullovers il lustrated and material re quirements. Send 20c. for this pattern to THE EXETER TIMES- ADVOCATE Needlework Dept. Use this coupon Print your* name and address plainly To: Pattern Dept., 133 Jarvis St., Toronto To: Exeter Times-Advocate DESIGN NO. 5003 Name ........................................... Street Address ........................... City ............................................... Province ....................................... “Mother, m,y .Sunday School teach er never takes a bath.” “Why, Willie, whoever told you that?” “(She did. She said she never did anything in private she wouldn’t do in public.” POPULARITY OF LAMB HAS LONG HISTORY The Easter Season and lamb have been associated from time immem orial. Early in the history of the world, lamb was used in religious ceremonies, the Israelites, during their captivity in Egypt, keeping up their old practice as a pastoral peo- le of sacrificing the firstlings of their flock in the spring. Among the Anglo-Saxons, Norse men and other Teutonic races, the feast of Eostre of Ostara, the Anglo- Saxon goddess of Spring, was cele brated in April, which was named Eosturmonath, or Easter month, when young lambs were principal itrnes at all the feasts. With the coming of Christianity, and the celebraion of the Christian Easter, the traditional use of lamb still per sisted, and so on to the.present day. In France, down through the cen turies, lamb has been the national meat; likewise in the British Isles, lamb and mutton have always been popular with the English, Scotch and Irish peoples. At Easter time, particularly, choice fresh lamb will have a special appeal to all Cana dians Canadian farmers have specializ ed in the raising and fattening of lambs for the Easter market. Many thousands of western range lamibs were placed in feedlots both in east ern and western Canada last fall. After several months of feeding on the best of alfalfa, silage, roots and home grown grains, these lambs are now ready for slaughter., and are be ing marketed from week to week. The quality of the product is at its best. 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