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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-07-14, Page 2Thursday, july m. ms THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE “AFRAID OF LOVE” by Phyllis Moore Gallagher Words of Encouragement | Virginia went over to Lee then, i She hung on his arm and tipped her ( face yjp to his and said in that slowi sensuous drawl: “Oh, 'Lee, darling,} I do hope everything goes all right for you. Will it help you any to know that I’ll be thinking of you every minute?” Lee disengaged himself gently. When she made a motion as if to cling to him again he looked at her sternly and kept his hands behind his back. He said, not unkindly: “Perhaps you’d be wasting your time, Virginia, I’d suggest you spend the afternoon reading to Ted.” Resentment burned under her fair skin, but his indifference only chal­ lenged and intrigued her the more. She had never met such a man—at least not one who remained utterly cold, unresponsive to her. Lee Cav­ endish had treated her this way that night at the dinner announcing Pat- Si’s egagement to Richard Bowie. He had had eyes for only Patsy then. But Patsy was out of 'the picture now. A thing like a man having a wife who couldn’t divorce him or be divorced was like a brick wall in that child’s face. She wouldn’t touch it or scale it or go round the ends. But that was Patsy Warfield and not Virginia Keith. And Lee Cavendish had awaken­ ed something within her that no man ewer had. When he looked her frankly in the eyes, completely un­ charmed, and cut her pretty speeches with the sharp scissors of indiffer­ ence, it made him only more allur­ ing to her. His face was sapped thin, his mouth grim in its annoyance when the door flung open and the nurse hurried in. He turned slowly like an automaton. Ted raised up a little in bed. Virginia’s smile became fixed and -ghastly. The young nurse’s eyes were dilated and bright and her face was almost as white as the starchy cap on hei’ black curls. She said, breathlessly, ‘‘The’ case in 216! She’s conscious! She’s talk­ ing.!” No one spoke. In the long corri­ dors the rush of feet could be heard, excited whispers, some one telling a newstpaperman that he couldn’t enter the room. Thoughts raced thro’ their heads: What -would Kitty Cav­ endish say about that night? Would she live? or was this just that last flash of consciousness before eternal oblivion? In the meantime, what about Pat­ sy? The afternoon was cloudless and blue and the air was touched with a heady sparkle like champagne. All around Patsy, as far as eye could reach, the great limbs of trees thrust upward, one over the other in a riot of dazzling Autumn reds and golds that seemed incredible. Patsy Still Prisoner In the ten days that she had been here at Victor’s house, she had grown to like this view from the balcony off the bedroom where he kept her locked. She had grown to look forward also to brisk days like today when Victor would come and unlock her door and suggest a walk in the woods. Victor had been kind and considerate and generous and often it was hard to believe that he wasn’t Victor at all but 'a strange man, mo­ tivated by strange impulses. A man whose past and emotions were hid­ den always beneath the surface of his skin. She had come to understand this new Victor a little. She knew that no matter what surged rampant within him he did not show it. News flashes on the radio would announce that Kitty Cavendish was not ex­ pected to live through the night and Victor would rise calmly from his chair, dial another program and say: “Patsy, do you know how to play, Camelot? It’s rather fascinating. Let’s have a game.” Newspapers would be frightening and discourag­ ing and Victor would toss them aside and say: “Yomo got us a new film. I think it’s a Western thriller. Tom Mix. Anyway, let’s shooT it." And so the days had passed. When Victor was out of the house she was locked in her room with books, a pack of cards and a box of candy as hei* only amusements. When he was present there would be elaborate dinners, indoor golf, a walk in the woods, ping-pong, radio and movies. Does Food Cause You Distress? The impairment of the stomach is often of serious consequences, for only by properly digested food is the system nourished and sustained. Burdock Blood Bitters is a reliable remedy for stomach disorders. It helps to stimulate the secretion of saliva and gastric juice, the main factor in digestion, neutralizes acid­ ity, tones up the lining membranes of the stomach, and restores the natural, healthy process of digestion, Take B.B.B. and see how quickly you will start to enjoy your meals free from digestive troubles. The T, Milburn Co., Ltd,, Toronto, Ont. But the radio was disconnected when he was not there, and he took care to be sure no station identification ever came ovei* the air. She was no longer afraid of him, and had not been since that night when for one moment she had seen beneath the hard stoniness of his face, only in the next second to be shut out again. ■Once she told him: “Vic, you're a puzzle. I’vq known you all my life and yet I don’t think I know you at all.” He had said: “I envy you I know myself too well—-and I’m not a very pleasant acquaintance.” Patsy heard a lock turn now, heard a knock. She came in from the balcony and closed the long French windows behind her. Victor called from the outside: “May I come in?” and opened it a little. "Yes, Victor," she answered. “And I hoipe you’re here to tell me we’re going for a walk. I’m beginning to understand some.of Oscar’s emotions when I put on, my hat and coat and start for the door with him. Oscar is Ted’s wire-haired terrier.” She saw now that Victor had on country tweeds and heavy walking brogues and that he looked very dark and handsome. With a sort of a pang she wished she knew all about, his life—that life that had turned out so differently from what he had expected. She wished she could know what had changed him from a dreamy youth into an expres­ sionless enigma—a man who was ter­ rifying the same all the time and yet, in a way, wrung her heart. “Snap out of it,” he said, gently. “Get into your hat and coat.” Then he added: “I see your wearing your own things and snooting the dresses I had Yomo buy you. Why, Patsy?” ■She grinned. “It was nice of you, Vic. But don’t you understand—?” He stood beside her and put a fin­ ger under her chin, tipping her face upward. “Silly kid,” he said with more softness than she had heard in his voice these last ten days. “You are not the least bit afraid of me, are you, Patsy? You’re not afraid of anything, are you?” “Yes,” said Patsy, “there’s one thing. I’m afraid of love. I’ve seen what it has done to my mother, Ted. Marcia and any number of friends.” For one brief moment Lee’s face, the husky timber of his voice, the whole haunting memory of him rushed through her mind, Her hands clenched at her sides until the knuckles showed bone-white and her heart ached. But instantly she clos­ ed her eyes on that memory and forc­ ed herself to see only Victor stand­ ing there. “I think -I understand,” he replied “love makes a mess of people’s lives sometimes.’ And he thought: “I nev­ er looked back on it like that. But if I hadn’t been in love I wouldn’t have gone to New York. I wouldn’t be what I am now.” Then he helped her into her co^.t and together they started down the stairs. When they stepped into the hall the music on the radio stopped abruptly, and a man’s slightly nasal voice came over the ether—“.Special news flash on the Cavendish case in Annapolis. At noon today Mrs. Lee Cavendish, after ten days of lying in a coma at the Naval Hospital . .” She stood still — waiting — holding her breath. Patsy’s hand flew to her heart. CHAPTER XV The voice on the radio slipped off short sentences that told of Kitty’s remarkable recovery, her surprise that the police should have question­ ed anyone when nothing more excit­ ing had happened to her than slip­ ping on an Oriental scatter rug -which had caused her head injury. Though she was still an ill woman, the doc­ tors gave her a 99 per cent, chance, to pull through. The radio announcer then ended his flash with—“Lieutenant Lee Ca­ vendish, estranged husband of the injured woman and one of the navy’s ace fliers, formerly attached to the U. S. S. Saratoga, was courtmartial- ed from the navy this afternoon for having married eight years ago, while he was a midshipman at the Academy. The former lieutenant pleaded guilty. And now, ladies and gentlemen, Barker’s Hawaiian Or­ chestra, who so kindly permitted there program to be interrupted that you might have this flash—” Victor laid his palm over Patsy’s hand. He said. “You see? I told you she wouldn’t talk.” Heartsick, Patsy stood there in silence. So Lee was out of the navy court-martialed. His paradise had tumbled down around him. He’d have to pick up the broken stones of his hopes now and try to build a new life out of them. But he’d be always building on quicksands— doing work he hated in a city he hated—when the very foundation of his ambition was the sea—the Ser­ vice. Her eyes filled and she looked up through her tears at Victor’s eni- gmetlcal face, Victor Declares His Love “Will you take me home, now Vic?” she asked then, His hand tightened over hers, “Of course, Patsy,” His voice was hush­ ed. “But before I do there’s some­ thing I want to tell you. Perhaps I shouldn’t, yet somehow I want you to know that—I love you. I’ll always love you. You’ve helped me more than you can guess—and I’m more grateful than you can guess. Those walks in the woods—the quiet, peaceful days—the nights when you sang. No, don’t say anything— please. I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m not even asking you to let me see you again. I’m just telling you I love you.” Suddenly he broke off and crossed the hall to the front door. He said, evenly, just as if he had not disclos­ ed for one moment the Victor be­ neath the cold, hard shell of his body: “I suppose you’ve wondered where this house of mine is located. It’s about ten miles from Annapolis, I’ll drive you to the bus stop now—a bus is due on the Defense Highway in about twenty-five minutes. 1 think it would be better if you were not seen with me. Run up and pack your bags and let’s be off. And remember—you -were in New York looking for a job—you didn’t find one. I’m taking for granted that you want to go back to Annapolis before you go on to New York.” “Yes—yes, Victor. I think I do.” Then she turned away from him and ran up the stairs, her blue eyes star­ ry and magnified with unshed tears. Kitty’s Story It was a Saturday of tlie last week in November.*" Kitty had completely recovered from her injury and was enjoying the popularity of being a generous woman whose husband had tried to murder her rather than give her up to another man and whom she had protected from punishment by saying she had slipped on a rug. That was the story she had told at cocktail parties, teas and dinners. And though the police could not touch iLee, he was nevertheless con­ victed in men’s minds. It was easy for Annapolis to believe that a man who had been court-martialed from the navy could attempt to murder his wife. Ted and Virginie had flown to Philadelphia for the Army-Navy game. Tippy and Grandfather had gone on the train. Marcia hadn’t wanted to go for anything especially Navy reminded .her of Tom Kane and made her morbid. And because Dr. Cole Proctor, the famous neuro­ logist who had Marcia’s case, advis­ ed that she never be left alone for any great length of time, Patsy had stayed home with her. Almost a month had passed now since Patsy had returned to Tree Tops with an interesting if some­ what vague account of her ten days in New York haunting theatrical agents’ offices, Grandfather had nearly tripped up her story once when she had said that she had seen Dmetrieff iand had discussed les­ sons with him. He had told her then of his long distance call to the impresario’s study in an effort' to reach her. For one moment of pan­ ic she hadn’t known what to say. Then she had answered calmly. “Well you see, Grandad, I asked Dmetrieff not to tell anyone where I was. Not even you. I wanted to be alone.” Tippy eaid: “Goin’ Garboish on us, eh?” and that had been the end of that. Richard Bowie was very busy in his laboratory these days working in a white-heat of inspiration on an ex­ periment which he hoped to finish before he sailed with Admiral Ben- s'on for the Antarctic Ko one seemed to know where Lee Cavendish was, Richard had told Patey several days ago at a tea that, he thought he had seen Lee in New York on one of the week-ends when he had been there soliciting funds and food supplies for the expedition. This Saturday was, Patsy thought parking her roadster in front of Cat­ veil Hall, an unnu&tially miserable day. It was cold and raw and the rain was turning fast into sleet. The West Pointers were more used to the cold then the Midshipmen from the Severn which was going to be too bad for Navy. Ted had said that Army had a very strong eleven, that it was going to be a tough game; the betting had been 3 to 1 in favor of the Cadets and Grandfather had gone off this morning with a spark­ ling eye and a youthful confidence in the Annapolis team. Patsy got out of her car and stood for a moment looking down the nar­ row street with its flat front, fan­ doored Colonial houses and it’s low sweeping elms. The rain fell on liei; brown felt and splashed over her ghillie shoes and clung in sparkling beads on her tan sport coat, Anna­ polis was very deserted and still to­ day. 'Such stillness made one think and thinking was the last thing she wanted to do. Thoughts of Lee As Patsy hurried through the lob­ by and up the stairs to Charlotte’s apartment, she wondered, with a little ache in her heart, if Lee would be at the game this afternoon. For several months he had scouted for the team with Ted as his aide and he had coached a little, too. He might be there, but she rathei' doubt­ ed it. There would be too manl fel­ low officers to face and he was sen­ sitive and easily hurt. Nor had Kitty’s lies about that night on State Circle helped any. Of course, a few of Lee’s friends had remained loyal—-but how pitiful they were. She thought: “He’ll probably be hanging over a radio somewhere this afternoon if it doesn’t porbe the wound too much to listen," 'Charlotte’s door at the end of the third-flood Corridor was open and Patsy found her on pie floor trying to figure out a new dress pattern for a little urchin she had taken a fancy to. Presently Charlotte and Patsy were sitting at a small gateleg table in the bay window overlooking An­ napolis—a drab, forlorn Annapolis now, with gray leaden skies above it and frost clinging to the flailed limbs of the trees. -Before them on the table was a steaming pot of tea, plates of colorful fruit salad and fancy cut sandwiches. Charlotte unfolded a tiny napkin and laid it on her lap. She said: “I’ve got the radio all set for the big game! Oh, Patsy, I do wish 1 could have gone. But I never really understood football, anyway, I just sit there and get cold. Then 1 smoke a cigarette. The men on the field just look like there’re piling up and unpiling all the time. I can understand what’s happening a heap better over the radio. But I do like the crowd and the music. Why did­ n’t you go, Patsy?” “I didn’t want to go this year,” Patsy said. (To be Continued) Intemperance Those men who destroy a beauti­ ful constitution of body by intem­ perance and an irregular life, do as manifestly kill themselves, as those who hang, or 'poison, or drown them­ selves.—Sherlock A QUIET, WELL CONDUCTED, CONVENIENT, MODERN 100 ROOM HOTEI__85 WITH BATH WRITE FOR FOLDER TAKE A DE LUXE TAXI FROM DEPOT DR WHARF—25c J* Victoria Garden Beauties Bring Joy to Thousands SHIRLEY TEMPLE, darling of movie-going millions, sum­ med up world-wide opinion in a sentence when she said of the Empress Hotel gardens in Vic­ toria, B.C,: ‘'They're beautiful. I’d love to stay here a whole year.” These and other choice gardens of the British Columbia capital will be thrown open to public view for a full week starting May 4 during the eight-day garden festival held annually by the colorful city. 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It is a pleasure to do business with him, but the person who neg­ lects his bills and let’s them run and run, until the people he owes become almost horrified at having ,to send out “dunhers” is not regard­ ed so highly, particularly when it is known that he has the money with which to meet his bills. What a pleasant world this would be if everyone would pay their bills promptly. Garden week in Victoria has becomo an institution whose uni­ queness attracts thousands Of vis­ itors to Vancouver Island every spring. The gardens at this time of the year are a glorious riot of bloom because in. that western city the favorable 'weather gives year-round golf and flowers which ednnot be surpassed for size, variety and rich colorings. In addition an entertaining programme has been planned by the management of the Empress Col. W. T. Ulens Dies Suddenly Lieut.-Col. William Ulens, MJC„ of Corbett, a veteran officer of the Great Wai’ and formerly connected with the Middlesex Light Infantry, dropped dead from a heart attack near his home on Tuesday last. He was 69 years old. Col, Ulens who was one of the partners of the Corbett Creamery left his house in the early morning to go to the farm to burn the cows out. When he failed to re­ turn in the usual time his wife set out to look for him and found him lying dead on the road to the field. Col. Ulens had given a lifetime of service to his country, the army and the community. For many years ho served, the Township of McGilliv­ ray as councillor, deputy reeve and reeve and gave unstintingly of his time to muicipal affairs. Prior to the war Col. Ulens was a lieutenant of the 26 th regiment, Early in 1915 he enlisted with the 135th Battalion C.E.F, as a lieutenant, serving with this unit until he went to England. There .he was transferred to the 48th Highland Regiment with which he saw service in France and Belgium until demobilization after the war. He received the Military Cross for conspicuous bravery while under fire in France. In the post war days he was associated with the Middlesex Light Infantry and on completion of active term of office he was named bo command the re­ serve battalion of that regiment. A son of the late F'rancis Ulens and Anne Wilson he was norn on the family homestead west of Greenway. In 18'9'3 he was married to Rosannah Katherine Brophey. On the forma­ tion of the Corbett Dairy Company, 35 years ago, Col. Ulens, was one of the shareholders. Later he and his partnei’ I.C. Goodhand bought out full control in the creamery business which they have since con­ ducted. Col. Ulens was an active member of Greenway United Church and the leader of the Young Men’s Bible class of that church. He is survived by his .wife and a son and daughter, Gordon Ulens, Corbett and Miss Lil­ lian Ulens, Windsor also four grand­ children. The funeral was held from Greenway United Church on Thurs-' da.y afternoon at 2 o’clock. Full military honors were afforded at the service, which was conducted by Rev. Clarence Beacom and Rev. J. B. Moore. Interment was made in Park­ hill cemetery. SMILLIE CLAN HOLDS PICNIC Members of the Sniillie family ’gathering in Jowett’s Grove, Bay- field, on Saturday for their annual picnic. Some fifty members were present from Detroit, Toronto, Engle- hart, Alvinston, and from points throughout the district. The clan decided to make the picnic an an­ nual event and the following com­ mittee was named for T939: A. G. Smillie, Toronto; Jas. Smillie, Hen- sall; Miss Grace Gray, Alvinston and Dr. Jennie Smillie, Toronto. A. J. CLATWORTHY IPhone 12 Granton Hotel, sponsor of the event. There will bo flower shows, talks on flowers by world famous hor­ ticulturists, and many informal parties, The above pictures show Shir­ ley Temple in a favorite spot in tho Empress Hotel gardens dur­ ing one of her recent visits; a visitor showing her son floral sculpture at its best; and a view of the famous ivy-covered Em­ press Hotel itself. NEW TUCKERSMITH COUNCILLOR Elected by acclamation at ’the nomination held in Walker’s Hall at Brucefield, Mr. Arthur Nicholson Mill Road, Tuckersmith, will com­ plete the term of the late David Geinmell, on the municipal council. Mr. Harold Jarkson, also nominated did not quality. (Clinton Hews Record) W Exeter ©imw-Ahunralr EJstftbHOed 1973 and 1887 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday mornini! SUBSCRIPTION—-$2.0;0 per year In RATE'S—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c, each insertion for tl-rst four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found lQc. per line of six worda. 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