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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-06-23, Page 6THURSDAY, JUNE 23rd, 1038 “AFRAID OF LOVE” by Phyllis Moore Gallagher Foi* just one moment his expres­ sion was strange. Then he laughed and said: “You’re telling me! I ran a steel sliver in my hand on the stairway railing. That’s what I get for sneaking out of apartments like that!’’ And he wrapped the hand­ kerchief around his palm and dug it deep in his pocket. “As I was say­ ing—what are you doing here?” Patsy smiled. She’s always liked Victor Caldwell despite the ugly ru­ mors about him w-hich she had never really believed. She was remember­ ing now days of long ago—days on the Seven — games — silly, childish pranks which she and Richard used to play on Vic, It was good to see him again. She said: “I’m having my car fixed in yon garage. I’m driv­ ing to Washington tonight and to New York in the morning. Believe it or not, I’m embarking on a career!” “No?” The mechanic came out into the alley then and, calling to Patsy, said: “Miss Warfield, I can’t repair this car tonight. I’ll have to take off the whole cylinder head. I could­ n’t get it fixed for yoiu before to­ morrow—-about noon.” Patsy bit her lip. Noon tomorrow would be too late. Grandfather would have her note by now. If she went back to Tree Tops he might forbid her going to New York alone. Marcia might go into one of her spells and prevent her going away. Lee might call her and the sound of his dear voice -would send her crawling on her knees to him. She had to go tonight—now!'—while she still had courage. She said: “Never mind. Call my brother' in the morn­ ing—Mr. Warfield, Annapolis 172— and tell., him about the car. Tell him I took the bus. Will you do that for me?” As the young man wrote down the number and disappeared into the garage, Victor said: “But that will never do, Patsy! I don’t like your going on a bus alone. ’I’m driving to Washington tonight. May I take you?” * CHAPTER X For half an hour riding snug and warm on the capacious rear seat of the limousine Patsy talked of days gone by, laughing a great deal over comical incidents exhumed from the past; not seeing that the words that came from Victor’s mouth were forced; that his smile went no deep­ er than the surface of his lips. And then suddenly they both fell silent as if they had covered everything that could be said. Victor lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly, staring at the clear-cut perfection of Patsy’s profile in re­ pose. He was remembering that she had said more than once tonight that he had not changed from the small boy on the banks Of the Severn that she and Richard Bowie and rj'ed had known. Small boy, yes — but eight years older than Patsy then— a million years older now. He burn­ ed a little sick inwardly and wonder­ ed how she would feel if she really knew all about him. If she knew about those days, when he had been a callow youth in New York — an honest fortune—because there was a girl in Annapolis who must be proud of him some day; if she knew that tonight in a white rage of anger and hate, his control deserting .him for the first time in years, he had knock- a woman down and .had walked out and left her moaning on the floor, the blood of her bruised lips on his •hands. Victor’s Past, Revealed He closed his eyes for a moment and sternly .clamped the lid on all emotion and looked back' on his life. He could see very plainly the ugly narrow street where .he board­ ed in New York, the elevated roar­ ing past his room, the endless clothes lines that criss-crossed at his window shutting off a view that was perhaps as well obliterated. He coiuld see, too, the crowd of boys he had “ganged up” with on the East side, believing them to be just fellows like himself out to make their way in life. That last after­ noon driving their car, obeying them to the letter because he stood in awe of them, yet not really knowing what they were up until they came back- tog down the steps of the bank, the cops running toward them, shooting -—the rattling burst of a machine gun. The trial——the sentence of eight to ten years—hate running silent and cold in this veins, tightening his lips, seething like boiling lava in his brain—a hatred and control that later earned for him the monicker “Dead Pan Caldwell” because his expression never changed no matter how his insides shuddered. Four years in stir and then let out good behaviour. The girl in Anna- polls, probably thinking him dead because he had been too proud to let hei’ know where he was. Four years of clinging to an incongruous dream of seeing her, finding her wait ing in the rose garden whore he had loft her, showering fine presents at her feet and burying his head against But when she ran down the stairs and reached the waiting room on the first floor of the hospital net dud’s words had won. She stepped quick­ ly into the telephone booth and rang Richard. She was going to ask him 1 to marry her tonight, as soon as he could get to her. However, Richard was not there. His man said he’d gone away on a lecture tour with Admiral Benson to raise money for the Antarctic expedition. She hung up and phoned Courtney Vallance at Carvel Hall.* The desk clerk said that Mr. Val­ lance had received a pressing wire, had checked out at noon and could be reached in New York. He named a swank Fifth Avenue hostelry, Patsy hung .uip and said in her mind: “Then I shall go to New York. I’ll drive to Washington now, spend the night with the Hughes’ and drive on to New York in the morn­ ing. I have $100 at home and 1 can wire Grandfather for more money when I get located.” In half an hour she had flung her things into a bag, had written Grand­ father a note that she was going to New York would write as soon as she had found a place to live and that he must not worry about her. Then she started off in her car again, choosing the route, through Anna­ polis to the Baltimore Pike. Her Auto Stalls She was swinging into State Circle the tires grinding with speed, when the engine sputtered, missed, al­ most stopped. Patsy nit her lips. She pulled out the throttle, stepped on the accelerator again. The little car shot forard, balked, trembled and stopped. She glanced swiftly at the oil and gas gauges. They were full. Th&n it must be a spark splug, water in the carburetor — something that could be fixed in a moment. She leaned back behind the steering wheel, nervously tapping her fingers on the leather seat. The nearest garage was clear across town and she doubted if she could make it. Suddenly she remembered stand­ ing on Virginia Keith’s balcony when Ted and Ti'jpy had been quarreling —she remembered the lights of a garage in the rear of the State Circle Apartment. She started the engine once more and the little car coughed and sputtered and sneezed, but some­ how managed to get down the alley to the mechanic’s shop. While the young man buried his head under the .hood, Patsy walked out' into the alley and stood leaning against the brick wall looking up at the fourth and fifth floors of the apartment building. There were lights in the rear win­ dows and Patsy tried to visualize what Kitty and Virginia were doing at that moment. She fumbled in her pockets and purse for a cigaret and discovered that she didn’t have any. She smoked so seldom, only when she was extremely nervous. She thought: “I’ll walk down to the drug store on the corner and buy a pack. By that time the mechanic will know what ails my buggy.” But as she started off she took only two steps and stopped short. A dark shadow, emerged from the rear of the apartment building and hesi­ tated in the shadows as if fearing detection. Then the man began walking hurriedly toward Patsy, wiping his hands with a handker­ chief, clinging to the darkness of the walls. Patsy’s heart began to pound, her breath went short in her throat. There was something so sinister about the man’s movements, the way he looked back over his shoul­ der as if being followed. He hadn’t Patsy knew, seen her. He reached the corner of the building that open­ ed into a tradesman’s passageway and was about to turn down it when the dim light over the garage illum- inaed his face—’his tan polo coat, his snap-brim hat, his brown brogues Strange Meeting a Patsy felt instant relief. She cried "Victor—-hey I I haven’t seen you since Noah hammered away at the ark!” and ran toward him. Victor Caldwell swung around. .He said: “Patsy, for God’s sake—what are you doing lurking in back alleys? He was still wiping his hands with a handkerchief and Patsy saw that there were bloodtsains on the white Bilk. She said, alarmed: “Oh, Victor—you’ve cut your­ self!” BOILS—Bad Blood the Cause Boils are simply an evidence of the contaminated blood within com­ ing to the surface. Just when you think you are rid of one, another crops up to take its place and prolong your misery. All the lancing and poulticing you do will not stop more Coming, t Why not give that old, reliable, blood purifying medicine Burdock Blood Bitters a chance to banish the boils? thousands have used it dur­ ing the past GO years. Take B.B.B, Get ria of the bad blood and boils too. The T, Milburn Co., Ltd., Toronto, Ont her soft breast. A dream that hud to do with going straight, picking up the threads of his shattered life and making a clean start. But An­ napolis finally and really—and the ,irl gone. Whore the Money (Vune From Victor drew on his cigarette, What would Patsy think if she knew how he had made his money. .Starting with $300 saved u,p from slaving in a Pennsylvania coal mine he had worked his way to what he was—a big shot in the numbers racket—a racket that was sweeping the coun­ try, the operator’s take in New York City alone being $2,00-0,000 every week. It was a good racket. And the safest ever devised. The numbers had side brackets, too, that were highly profitable: The dream book that sold for a dol­ lar and interpreted dream into win­ ning numbers; the system book that told how to “beat the racket.” It was supposed to have been written by a world-famous mathematician who had taken into account the laws of probability, chance and permuta­ tion and sold for $100 0. He had written the book himself and at ran­ dom had selected the twenty ‘magic’ numbers in it. The other big shots hadn’t made the success of the numbers that he had—at least, not until they had learned his technique. He was the one who had thought of the books and the way to increase his enor­ mous army of “collector.” When he. had wanted the owner of proprietor of a flourishing grocery store, beauty iparlor, cafe oi’ pool room to be his “collector” and to talk numbers to his customers, he had sent out a smooth emissary to have a talk with him, offering him '10 per cent, commission. If the man refused, then the next day he was beaten up or found his shop wreck­ ed or worse. 'phat shrewdly organized money- mul.cting combine in New York had copied his every move, had almost crowded him out once or twice, but he was working on a racket now that they couldn’t lift because it was only good for one go—the suckers wouldn't fall for it twice. It would take more ready money than he had on hand to .promote ia, juggling his funds around as he did to evade the income tax. .Nor could he raise the dough in New York, where fie was ■shadowed on by the rival money­ mulching combine. He had tried to­ night to raise $50,000 by blackmail. Why He Fled And now before his eyes lay a woman moaning on the floor, the blood of her bruised lips on his hands. Hideous, the way that pic­ ture came back into his eyes over and over again no matter how he dug into his brain for other thoughts to obliterate it. How desperately thankful he was that all of his con­ trol hadn’t failed him, that he had left before he had killed h^r in his rage; how desperately thankful he was that he had safeguarded himself against this disastrous act. Suddenly a deeper panic that he had ever known assailed him. He told himself that it was his over­ strained nerves that made him ima­ gine that the blow he had given her .had been a fatal one, that a braver man than himself would never give it a second thought. .She hadn’t real­ ly, looked white and deathly. Patsy’s voice broke into his thoughts. “Vic, whatever are you thinking?” For just one split second his cau­ tion and rigidity crumbled away in a rush of stark fear on his face. In the darkness Patsy missed it icom- pletely. Then he was “Dead Pan” Caldwell again, and he was saying: “I was thinking of you, Patsy.” “You’ve smoked six cigarettes, lighting one from the stub of the discarded one. Did you realize that?’ “No—<1 guess I didn’t. I smoke steadily when I’m really thinking.” “And do you know we are virtual­ ly in Washington?” 'He shrugged nonchalantly and Patsy went on: “Vic, we’ve talked a lot about the past and not one word about the present. Tell me somehing about yourself—now. What do you do to make so much money to .have a swank limousine like this and a chauffeiur all done up in .plum-liv­ ery and the rest of the trimmings? I’m so impressed!” A Shrewd Investor liEJ© clidti/t cLjiswcv for & xnoinont* He inhaled deeply, then said: "I guess you’d call me a shrewd invest­ or”—and thought. “That isn’t exact­ ly a lie.” But he didn’t look at her when he said it, It hurt something deep and burled and almost numbed within him to look at her. .She was so fresh and so altogether blondely lovely and so innocent. People didn’t have any right to go around in a sordid world looking like Patsy War- field. And certainly Patsy Warfield ha,d no right on earth being in the same car, alone, with a man like himself, There was enough of the | old Victor Caldwell left in him to realize that. | Patsy’s face was all alight now. THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE HOUSE PAINT Inside — Surface Satisfaction — Outside H. S. WALTER, A. SPENCER & SON, Exeter Hensail She was remembering the dinner that Grandfather had given to an­ nounce her engagement to Richard —all those around the table guess­ in that Vicor was a gangster, a bootlegger, even “tops” as a gigolo. “I knew it!” she said, a little breathlessly, “I just know you didn’t turn crooked.” Victor said, evenly: “Hold on there. It all depends on just what you think constitutes turning crook­ ed. You see, Patsy—<1 know.” He didn’t wait for her to speak again. He changed the subject abruptly and asked, “Where does Admiral Hughes live?” Patsy told him and presently the long car drew up under her porte- cochere of the rambling old Colonial hime. The chauffeur took her suitcase and set it on the porch. Vic­ tor stood on the steps a moment be­ fore Patsy rang the bell. He took Patsy’s hand and held it between his two palms. (She said: “I don’t know when I’ve ever had such a nice drive. There are certainly no friends like old friends, Vic. Let’s not lose one another again.” “I hope that nothing will ever change that sentiment, Patsy,” he said, equably.. And then he smiled and added, “I’m driving to New York in the morning. May I take you?” (To be Continued) Best of all fly killers. Clean, quick, sure, cheap. Ask your Drug­ gist, Grocer or General Store. lOc WHY PAY MORE CONFEDERATION LIFE FOR STRENGTH, SERVICE AND SECURITY. THE WILSON FLY PAD CO., HAMILTON. ONT. WILL the income from your present life insur­ ance be sufficient to provide for your family in the event of your death? . Will you and your wife have a guaranteed monthly income for life when you reach age 60? If you become Totally Disabled through acci­ dent or sickness and your salary stops, will you have a guaranteed non-cancellable monthly income from your present life insurance? FOR COMPLETE LIFE INSURANCE COVERAGE, CONSULT CONFEDERATION LIFE ■«» ASSOCIATION ONE OF THE WORLD’S GREAT LIFE INSURANCE INSTITUTIONS F. J. DELBRIDGE, Representative, EXETER A QUIET, WELL CONDUCTED, CONVENIENT, MODERN 1OO ROOM HOTEI__85 WITH BATH WRITE FOR FOLDER TAKE A DE LUXE TAXI FROM DEPOT OR WHARF-25C * /*■ Mrs. A Stewart Called by Death The death of Margaret Gray, be­ loved wife of Andrew Stewart, oc­ curred at her home in Fullarton, on Saturday after an illness of fifteen months. The late Mrs. Stewart was born in Hibbert Township on Janu­ ary 31, 1859. iOn January 5, 1881, she became the wife of Andrew Ste­ wart and they resided in Fuuarton Township until sixteen years ago when they moved into the village of Fullarton. Besides her husband there remain to mourn their loss two sons William and Howard, of Ful­ larton Township; five daughters. Mrs. Rollo Smith, Mrs. William Car- bert, Mrs. Alexander Morrison, of Fullarton Township Mrs. John A. Cosens, Dawson, B.C., Mrs. H. A. Winslow, iLambeth; two brothers. Maxwell, Kirkton; Howard, Daphen, Man. and one sister, Mrs. George Brown, Lamont, Iowa; there are also twenty-five grandchildren and two great grandchildren. The funeral took place from the late residence in 'Fullarton on Monday June 13. In­ terment in Woodland cemetery, Mit­ chell. Annual Live Stock Judging Competition The 12 th annual Huron Counity Live Stock Judging Competition was held in the Clinton distriot; on Fri­ day, June 10 th, under the direction of the Huron County Branch of the Ontario Dept, of Agriculture. 49 boys took part in this competition which was open to all boys in the county 26 years of age and under. Two classes each of heavy horses, beef cattle, dairy cattle, sheep and swine were judged on the following farms; J. H.” McEwen, William J3all, Ephriam Snell and Wills Van Eg- mond. In addition to the above farmers Will McEwen, Clinton and Edward Glen, Clinton supplied ani­ mals to complete two classes of horses. The judges who .placed the classes and scored the contestants in oral reasons were as follows: Heavy Hors­ es, R. E. White, Dept, of Agricul­ ture, Stratford; Beef Cattle, R. S. McKercher, Dublin; Dairy Cattle, Gb R. Paterson, Dept, of Agriculture. Walkerton; Sheep, T. S. Cooper Dept, of Agriculture, Markdale; Swine, Wilson Richmond, Whyte Packing Co., Stratford. The prize list was divided' into junior ancf senior sections, 22 boys taking part in the junior and 27 boys competing in the senior section. In each section a silver trophy was awarded to the high boy and five cash prizes of $5, $4, $3, $2, $1 were awarded to the next ranking individ­ uals. Mr. John Deeves, Clinton, won the silver trophy in the senior section with a score of 701 points out of a possible 750 and Jack Ferguson, of Clifford won the trophy in the junior section with a score of 666 points. The C.N.R. 'Shield for the high novice was also won by Jack Ferguson as he had never previous­ ly taken part in the annual compet­ ition. The following were the six prize winners in each section of the prize list: Senior ■Silver Trophy, John Deeves, Clin­ ton. Cash prize: $5, Alf. Patterson, Lucknow; $4, W. ,Shortreed, Walton; $3, Donald Thompson, Auburn; $2, Albert %Taylor, Lucknow; $11, S. D. McEwen, Clinton. Juniors Silver Trophy, Jack Ferguson, Clifford. Cash Prizes: $5, Joe’De­ laney, Dublin; $4, Clifford Sturdy, Goderich; $i3, R. E. McMillan, Sea­ forth; $2, Gordon Shortreed, Wal­ ton; $1, Jack Walsh, Dublin. Book prizes were awarded to the high Junior and high Senior in each of the five classes of live stock judg­ ed. In the judging of beef cattle, Russell Webb, jLuicknow, in the Jun- ion section and Alfred Patterson, Lucknow, in the Senior section, each received a copy of the book “Short­ horns in Canada,” by the Hon. Dun­ can Marshall. Copies of the book “Feeding Farm Animals” by Hon. Duncan Marshall were awarded to* the high contestants in the other four classes of live stock and were as follows: . Seniors Horses, Wilfred Shortreed, Wal­ ton; Dairy Cattle, S'. D. McEwen, ■Clinton; .Sheep, John Deeves, Clin­ ton; Swine, Edison Forest, Kippen. Juniors Horses, Jack Ferguson, Clifford; Dairy Cattle, Walter McManus, God­ erich; Sheep, R. E. McMillan, Sea­ forth; Swine, Clifford Sturdy, Gode­ rich. Cornish Reunion The fifth Cornish reunion was held at Riverview Park with a fair attendance. Relatives were pres­ ent from Holmesville, St. Marys, Clinton, Centralia Exeter, Corunna Results of the races were: Under 5 years, Donald Kirk, Edith Pyne, Ruby Pyne; girls 5 to 7, Margaret Rundle, Helen Pyne; boys 5 to 7, Gordon Kirk; girls 7 to 10, Pearl Kirk, Marion Rundle, Geneva Elliot; boys. 7 to 10, Ross Jaques; girls 10 to 14, Jean Kirk, Mary Kirk; boys 10 to 14, H,arold Kirk, Roy Kirk, C. Jaques; young ladies, Lila Elliott, Verna Jaques, Elva Elliot; young men, Clayton Cornish, Garfield Cor­ nish; married ladies, Mrs. Arthur Rundle, Mrs. Stephen Pyne, Mrs. L. Kirk; married men, .Lloyd Mossey, Garnet Cornish; boys 3-legged race Oliver Jaques and Roy Kirk; girls 3-legged race, Lila Elliott and Mary Kirk; wheel barrow race, boys, O. Jaques, Roy Kirk; men, kick „ the slipper, Oliver Jaques, Jack Elliot; ladies, kick the slipper, Verna Ja­ ques, Mrs. Garnet Cornish, Mrs. A. Rundle; thread the needle race, H. Elliot and Jean Elliot; oldest man, present was James Mossey, The old­ est lady, Mrs. George Kellett. The younget baby present Hugh Rundle, son of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Rundle. The farthest distance Mr. and Mrs. S. Pyne. It was decided to hold the reunion next year the second Satur­ day in June at Riverview Park, Ex­ eter. Yep, we are all created free and equal—-but it’s what we are equal to that makes the difference. 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