HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-02-10, Page 2THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1938 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE
‘IF TOMORROW COMES’
BY AGEE HAYS
“You could do the way Warth is
going to, You’d fit. You look like
a college man. And it would »be fun
having you there, John!"
But he shook his head. “I’d feel
like a duck on a desert. Besides, I—-
I’m going out tonight.”
Merry looked up quickly. He’d
said that as if he didn’t want to ex-
plain. He'd said it the way he bad
the other night when he had a date
with Viola Wiess. But for the sake
of Mother, who sat pleasantly across
from her; Mother, whose still young
eyes were tired, Merry waited until
dinner was over.
iShe followed John -out the back
steps, where he’d gone to tinker with
his car.
He looked up grinning. “I thought
you’d be out."
“It’s not that Wiess again tonight,
is it?” she asked.
And he laughed quietly, “No. One
night with Wiess is enough for a
lifetime.”
“Then—?”
He Has a Lead
John stopped twisting bolts and
moving wires in the engine ad, lean
ing his elbows on the dustry little
radiator, said: “It is about the Nor
ton business, all right. I’ve got a
lead—” His sentence unraveled
abruptly and he studied the wrench
in his hand.
(She waited, realizing how dear he
was to her, how much she depennded
on him—and she was afraid for him.
‘‘Should she do this?” she begged
at last.
“Sure. Why not? He grinned
and wiped the back of his hand across
his cheek, unconsciously leaving a
smudge of black. What he was do
ing tonight was dangerous, but
Merry mustn’t know it. (She must
not guess Iby the way he looked or
by what he said . . .
“Will you be late?" she asked un
happily.
“Shouldn’t be. .Don’t see why I
couldn't beat you home tonight.”
“Do be careful," she whispered,
and sped back to the apple-green
dress which lay on the bed.
IShe surveyed herself a little later
in the demure long gown which
touched the tips of her small slip
pers, the short sleeves like two big
green balloons on her slim shoulders
the smooth ripples -of her golden
hair. “Worth will like this! Worth!
iher heart sang.
(But only a few minutes before
Betsy thrust her battered radiator
around the corner and chugged to a
stop out in front the phone rang. It
was Worth. “Darling!” jshe said
happily.
“'Listen, .Merry,” Worth’s voice
was low, as if he were trying to keep
some one else from hearing. “I can’t
make it over to the 'Commons to
night. iSorry."
CHAPTER XIV
Merry turned away from the phone
slowly, the light gone from her
eyes, the cheery warmth in her heart
chilled and as dead as a once-ibriglit
fire which has been inundated with
cold water. What was the matter
with Worth? (Something dreadful.
For this beautiful, mysterious ra
diance between them was a powerful
magnate. It was to her. It must
be to him. 'One had to fight against
its pull, had to force oneself daily to
sensible things.
When this life which Worth and
she had found was pulling relentless
ly, foolishly, bidding one to break
appointments with other people, to
neglect duties, to invent absurd reas
ons for being with one’s love, why
should Worth stay away? Was it
■Sue Williams?
■ Reason or no, Merry yearned to
:go to Worth now. And why not? just
for a minute!
John Was coming in the back door,
She rushed out to him impulsively.
“John!”
He smiled. |The flash of frank
approval and pride in his eyes ad
mitting that her loveliness in a dress
the color of apple leaves was not
lost even to him. But he held up his
blackened hands.
“Gangway! Clear the road to the
washbowl. Unclean! Unclean!"
“Merry!” her mother called from
the living room. “Come on! Meet
With the censor board!”
And Merry, forcing a gayety that
matched iher mother’s piroutted be
fore her. “Such a strict censor
board" she complained and posed
Don’t Count Sheep
When You Can’t Sleep
Help You To Get That Desired
Rest So Necessary To Make
You Fit For Your Day's Work
with outstretched arms.
Mother’s Understanding?
Helen, hatted and gloved in readi.
ness to leave the house, saw with
Mother’s intuition through the emp
ty gayety, sa the intense hurt in
the blue eyes raised to her, looked
into the face of her daughter who
was no longer a little girl, who in
the last few weeks had become ma
ture and wise.
Had it all been this terrible busi
ness with Basil Norton? Somehow
Helen did not feel it was. A great
fright did not add depth to one’s
beauty, or lend sweet .quiet womanli
ness to a girl. (Shi remembred the
utter radiance on Merry’s face when
Worth had been here this afternoon.
Worth! That must be it! But what
had brought the hurt to those re
cently sparkling eyes, the sadness so
poorly hidden by, pathetic gayety?
“My dear, the committee approves
the dress!” Helen announced ma
jestically, a smile twinkling pur
posefully at the corners of her
mouth. “It is the triumph in style
and becomingness.”
“It was created by the great Ma
dame Helen of Millington.” Merry
courtesied elaborately but the
haunted look behind her smile made
Helen’s heart ache.
“The coiffure, too, is perfect,"
Helen said touching the shining
golden waves which rippled to a soft
perfect roll. But,” she tilted Merry’s
chin with a gloved hand and looked
[kindly into the troubled blue orbs,
“the eyes—”
Merry glanced quickly away—
“also created by the great Madam
Helen,” -she supplemented softly as
if the interruption might alleviate
her embarrassment.
Helen’s smile -was very gentle at
she. too, looked away in deference
tc Merry.
“Then I am sure the Madam would
be glad to alter any of her work
which is unsatisfactory. Perhaps if
you would consult her the unhappy
lcok in the organs of sight could be
transformed to a glowing twinkle.”
.Helen had ventured as far as she
dared—as far as she felt any mother
should intrude without invitation.
She waited, yearning toward the
daughter who was so definitely dear
to her.
And Merry hesitated, longing to
throw’ herself into her mother’s un
derstanding arms, to talk about
Worth until she had recreated his
wonderful presence beside her, un
til Helen might -quietly .point out
proof which Merry could not see,
proof that all was well. But already
she had caused her mother enough
worry, /She smiled softly.
“Perhaps some day I’ll take it up
with the madam," and then as if she
resolutely swept it from her mind,
she said cheerily. “All dressed up,
ducky! Whither to, this bright night
and what the mysterious small -pack
age under arm?”
Helen had caught the hesitation,
had followed the swift resolute
change. Within her, she stifled a
sigh. "The package? Stuffed dates.
I’m going to Laura Woodleigh’s She
phoned. Wanted me to drop in to
cheer her up. The children love
stuffed dates."
“You ought to know!" Merry was
gently, indignant. “You’re always
taking them things. Why doesn’t
Mrs. Woodleigh realize you’re tired,
ducky! Some people—”
Helen laughed. “You look- very
sweet tonight, my dear. Have a good
time!" She stepped out on the
porch, wafting a gay kiss as she
closed the door behind her.
Strange Request
There was still time. Just enough
time—before Bobby, called—to hurry
to Worth’s, to find out what was
the matter. Merry wouldn’t need to
go in. iShe could wait in the car
while John asked for Worth. At
least, she could learn if Worth was
at home. Maybe she could see him
again—just for a moment.
Resolutely she ran upstairs and
knocked at John’s door.
“Ho!” he answered.
“May I come in?"
“Wait a minute!” His voice came
back slightly muffled. In a moment
he flung open the door and stood
her in clean shirt arid best trousers,
his tie in his hand.
“IjVhat’s on your mind?” he ask
ed and she thought she saw a light
twinkle in his brown eyes Which
had turned to- watch intently his
mirrored hand struggling with his
tie.
“Could you drive me over to Worth
Hunter’s for a minute?” she blurt
ed, her fingers nervously twitching
a handkerchief.
“Worth Hunter’s?” He looked up
at her, frowned thoughtfully, and
then went about polishing his shoes,
brushing his coat, till she found her
self helping him In an absent-mind
ed way, her throat tight with yearn
ing to- See Worth.
“John!” she said abruptly, “have
you over felt like this?"
“Like what?” He laid down his
military brushes and stared at her.
“I mean—-did you ever ache to
be near somebody and * have your
heart beat so fast at the sound of his
footsteps that you felt dizzy and—”
She extended her hands helplessly.
John grinned down at her the
way he used to when he was trying
to make her smile. “Not his foot
steps—I never have." he laughed,
but something about the serious as
sent in his eyes told her more than
any words he could have said, that
John understood. “But what’s this
about going over to Hunter’s?”
.She told him all about it and felt
surprised, herself, that this was the
the ’brother whom she .had always
considered so taciturn, so unsympa
thetic.
Like Helen, John saw that Merry
had, suddenly grown up and respect
and pride were in his voice as he
said, “Merry! There are so many
things you don’t know."
(She returned his look i’ranklyi.
“Not so many, John.” And for a mo
ment they were silent.
“J mean—there are things you
■know—but you don’t realize.”
“Maybe I do realize them,” she
said, but she wasn’t certain what he
meant. All that she knew was that
being truly in love had made her
realize many things. “What do you
mean?”
"Well—”
A Brother’s Warning
A car horn sounded outside. .From
the window they saw Bob Fester in
“Betsy” .He was getting out.
“I mean you don’t realize you
shouldn’t go over toi Hunter’s," John
said hurriedly and taking her by the
shoulders he guided her downstairs
as he had when she was five and
they had played train.
“Now get on your coat and forget
about Worth tonight. Have a good
time. Dance a lot.” He went to
the door, let Bobby in, and came
back.
"John! About tonight—4 mean
about what you are doing tonight—
(She hesitated'—"Whatever is it—be
careful. Promise?”
"On one condition.”
"What?"
“That you won't have Bob drive
you past Hunters’.”
“Mind reader! All right, John. It’s
a promise. -Do be careful."
That night in the little elaborately
festooned alcove above the dancers
the orchestra played gay swing rhy
thms—the orchestra relegated there
because the long mirror-like floor of
the Commons was crowded with
grads and undergrads and with
countless freshmen who were to
night's guests of honor.
Many eyes followed Merry and
Bob. Many whispers of “Who are
the good-looking couple?” Even
Merry heard it once as they danced
past a group of spectators.
Forced to be Gay
And Merry was forcing herself to
be gay. It wasn’t so hard with Bob
by a good dancer, with friendly' ad
miring eyes everywhere one turned.
It wasn’t hard after another look at
the long, graceful lines of the apple
green dress.
"■Gee, I’m glad I came to Reed,”
Bobby said, holding her closer, his
eyes glowing. "Anybody ever tell
you how wonderful you are?"
Anybody? A quick pang of mem
ory came back to Merry. iShe shut
her mind to it. Not Worth. She
wouldn’t think of Worth! "Careful,
Bobby, I’m only a freshman!!” she
smiled. “I can’t start being conceit
ed yet!”
He lingered to press iher hand as
another partner claimed her. And
everywhere eyes of interest were
turned upon her—upon the picture
of sheer loveliness which she made.
But a great many feminine eyes
were turned upon Bob, too and
Merry saw him faintly through the
flamour which admiring whisipers
cast about him. "If it were not for
Worth I wonder if I wouldn’t be
thrilled with Bobby?” she thought.
Looking down at her, then, he mis
took the tenderness in her smile for
a growing interest in him.
On the wayl home, he drew her
to him suddenly, and kissed her and
somehow she sensed that he ex
perienced the same thrill that she
had when she and Worth kissed, and
it troubled her. “There was never
anything like this,” Worth had said,
"Never anything like this between
Sue Williams and me.” And be
cause she felt sorry for Bob, she
gave his hand a gentle squeeze which
sent his hopes higher.
Som'cthing Wrong!
It was 1:30 when he left her
at the door. John should have been
in an hour and a half ago, The
little house was very quiet ,She
wanted to be ’sure John was tall
right. How could she without awak
ening him? The car! She’d peek
into the garage and see if it was
there. She could sleep better know
ing it was, knowing that this strange
quiet brother of hers whom she Was
beginning to understand and appre
ciate, was safe.
It was a dim, starlit night. The
houses as far down the street as
she could see were dark' and silent.
The street light at the corner flick
ered feebly. (She walked cautiously
down the front steps and back along
the drive. {A sixth sense had made
her cautious.
But she was almost there (before
she halted suddenly, little prickles
of ice freezing in her veins. There
was something in the garage! .Some
thing- very wrong. 'Something ter
rifying,
Merry stood there, too- frightened
to move, wide eyes striving to pierce
,the darkness of the garage filled
with something moving, something
breathing. Her eyes strained to
separate the rivit speed of her heart
beats from the small sounds ahead
of her. It flashed to her mind that
in the garage some kind of human
drama was taking place, that she
must be visible to any one there.
And then, shuddering with terror,
she realized that more than one per
son was in there. There were whis
perings and silences. Did it have
something to do with John? It must
have!
Clenching her chatering teeth
determinedly, she made a desperate
decision. She couldn’t stay frozen
here! Either they had seen her—or
they hadn’t. If they had, it was
too late to ride away. If they hadn’t
they must be deeply engrossed in
the mysterious business which (kept
them whispering and occasionally
struggling. And, deeply engrossed,
they might bear cautious investiga
tion.
Merry managed to step out of her
slippers, though she was so weak
from fright that she found it very
hard to keep her balance. On small
silk-clad feet she slipped first to a
more shadowed side by the house
and then warily, but quaking, mov
ed upon the garage in much the man
ner of a small kitten attempting to
stalk its first prey. All of the time
some strange activity was taking
•place beyond that dark open door
way.
(To be continued)
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Said R. J. Deachman
Farmers, said R. J. Deachman,
Lib., (Huron North) aren’t getting
enough money.
He said it loud and long in the
House of Commons, and before he
finished he suggested, a non-partisan '
way, that the Government should
select a group of farmers, provide
them with a simple cost-accounting
system, and find out exactly what
an average farmer dtid make in a
year.
That is, the Government might
find out, barring wind, drought, hail
wet weather and a few other little
items that made of farming a series
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Farmers, pointed out Mr. Deach-
man, today, have such interesting
work. Like potato 'bugs. They never
knew what was going to hit them.
Is Serious Situation
In any event, he emphasized the
position of Canadian agriculture was
the most serious factor in Canada’s
economic position. It must be. -For
didn’t the 1931 census report show
that there was a decrease in the
number of girls of marriageable age
living on the farm?
"And I want to tell you,” he said,
"when the female population de
clines on the farm, it is a serious
factor in 'the social life of the com
munity. Our women make the social
life.”
Out of that came his conclusion
that the girls of marriageable age
were going to the cities, following
the higher standard of living that’
the urban communities afforded.
The point was, ihe said, there was
no accurate information of the
depth to which the farmer’s stan
dard of living had fallen. The near
est he could get to it was by taking
the total income from agriculture,
as reported by the Bureau of .Statis
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farmers and deducting the more or
less theoretical cost of their living.
By this involved reckoning, he fig
ured the average farmer in a year
had a net return of slightly under a
dollar a day.
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"Oh, I know," he said, "when you
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point. |The circumstances demand
that we should know exactly what
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