HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-08-25, Page 2THURSDAY, AUGUST 25, 1938 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE
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“AFRAID OF LOVE”
by Phyllis Moore Gallagher IN 3 FINE CITIES
>Saw her looking- down at Victor
With, a ferocious hatred shooting out
from her body like a mighty con
flagration, the zagged ecar on one
side of her forehead becoming a li
vid rope with the emotions that
lashed in her veins. Saw Kitty’s face
very clearly in the light from the
corridor-—the face of a diabolical
vampire who licks his lips before a
feast on the blood of his victim!
Something bright and shining in
her gloved hand caught the light and
reflected it on the ceiling — some
thing that raised slowly and steadily
to aim at the heart of the sleeping
Victor!
Patsy's tense nerves snapped. A
scream rose in her throat like a mad
creature’s, filling the halls and send
ing ill patients erect and trembling
in their beds. Panic! Pandemon
ium! Lights flashed on in rooms—
bulbs blinked frantically over
doors. The nurse on the ward
jumped up from the desk and hur
ried toward that shriek of terror.
Patsy’s scream rose again, shatter
ed the ears, splitting the walls. And
presently the corridor was crowded
with nurses, with internes with col
ored elevator boys—the whole night
staff on duty.
Patsy knew nothing, was conscious
only of her sharp cries, of having
no power or strength with which to
control them. iShe knew nothing
until she felt strong hands that
shook her as if to rattle the teeth
from her head and an authoritative
young voice saying in a professional
whisper—“Hysterical! Miss Walters
—hypo—quickly.”
Patsy gasped out, fightig those
hands that were bnuising her arms,
“Go to Mr. Caldwell!—Go to Mr.
Caldwell! iShe shot him! She shot
him! Oh, my God—my God—” And
she sank unconscious against the
breast of the young interne who held
her.
CHAPTER XXIV
The Monday following that hid
eous night at the hospital Patsy sail
ed for Italy. Kitty Cavendish had
not shot Victor. Patsy knew in her
heart that her own terrified screams
had saved his life, even if they had
upset the- whole hospital.
But the humiliating part of it all
was that no one except Dr. Roger
Tate, the -young 'interne, tbelieved
her story. The nurse at the table
in the ward said it was a fantastic
yarn born of the strain she had been
through that day.
The corridor superintendent in
sisted it was impossible foi* anyone
to pass into the ward without fear
seeing them. Patsy had argtued, had
cried a little, but she could not con
vince them that she was not obsess
ed. It had -helped a little when Dr.
Tate had tried to- soothe her by say
ing: “It’s altogether possible, Miss
Warfield. Anything could happen to
a man like Victor Caldwell.”
Yet, as she had left the hospital,
Dr. Tate escorting her to the taxi—
and telling her he had heard her
sing at tihe Vallance -Club and would
be honored if she would grant a poor
medico like him a date (he really
wasn’t quite unknown, he had assur
ed her, because of the very small in
cision he made for an appendectomy
he had won the title of Buttonhole
Tate)—she had known that all the
other members of the staff of that
hospital believed in their hearts that
she was either an imaginative, hy-
sterial fool, a downright liar or the
victim of a complex that made her
want to become the center of a small
panic. And that had made her
writhe!
'She would, Patsy thought, prob
ably never know’ how Kitty Caven
dish got away that night or why she
had -wanted to kill Victor. The hall
window opening out on the fire-
escape had been up from the sill.
;She remembered that because she
shad looked through it and had
thought that the two trees on the
adjoining grounds leaned together
like silent lovers. That was prob
ably Kitty’s unseen escape. But as
for the motive for the attempted
murder—Patsy had no idea.
Vallance Conies East
The day before Patsy sailed Court
ney Vallance flew in from Holly
wood very bronzed by the sun of
Malibu Beach, his gray temples
spreading in silver stripes over his
dark head. Patsy went to see him
at his office and told him about Vic-
Tired Out Before Day Half Over
Women who should be strong and
healthy become weak) run down and
worn out, and are unable to attend
to their household duties.
Some disease or constitutional dis
turbance has left its mark in the
form of shattered nerves, impover
ished blood, and an exhausted con
dition of thp entire system, t
Women. will find in Milburn’s
Health and Herve Pills the remedy
they need to supply food for the
exhausted nerve force, and one that
Will help them-back to sound, per
fect health again.
’The T. MilWft Co., Ltd., Toronto, Ont.
tor, asked him to place detectives
at the hospital to guard Victor, and
when he got well-—if he did—would
he give him tvork at the Vallance
Club or, at least, a helping hand.
Vallance would have walked on his
ears to .Siberia if Patsy had asked
him to, so he agreed. Hot, however,
without telling her how dangerous
it was to become connected with any
man who was involved with the un
derworld, even if that man -was not
a murderer, gangster or member of
that shadowy group.
And so it was with a depressed
spirit that Patsy left her native land
for two years of study and concerts
on the Continent.
Grandfather, Marcia, Ted, Tippy,
Dmetrieff, Charlotte Fellow's, Dr.
Cole Proctor and Courtney Vallance
all w’ere at the pier to see her off,
laden with fruit, flowers, books and
letter of bon voyage.
Wins Success
Two years later she returned with
her family and imitiate friends
crowded in the background by the
fanfare of newspapermen, represen
tatives from music magazines, photo-
grahers who kept snapping pictures.
For now' she was Miss Patsy War
field, the prima donna, who had
brought European galleries to their
feet with shouts of “Bis! Bis!” or
“Bravo!”
The brilliant and beautiful color
atura whose “Bell Song’ from “Lak-
me” would be remembered as long
as the minked ladies and top-hatted
gentlemen of the boxes remembered
anything at all. She was Miss Patsy
Warfield, wrho has stolen th’e co
quettish manner of iFilina in “Mig
non” and had lifted the tempera
mental depths from the mad scene
of “Lucia di Lammermoor,” mixing
them ideally so that she had a per
sonality that became a great star.
And yet she was, after all, the
same Patsy who had sailed out of
New York two years before. Her
amazing success at the Teatro Verdi
in Florence, the Opera Comique in
Paris, the Royal Theatre in Rome,
La Scala in Milan—and at most of
the great opera houses in the Con
tinent—had changed her very little.
She was the same girl who had stood
like a prisoner awaiting her execu
tioner, like a patient waiting to hear
that she had only twenty-four hours
to live, before the greatest impre
sario in all Europe. She was the
same girl who had shivered and pal
ed when the ferocious, swarthy Rin
aldo had barked: “What have you
been doing with that voice of yours?
American hot-cha-cha?”
IShe had nodded.
“And you got paid for ho-cha-cha-
ing?”
Another terrified nod.
“How much?”
“Two hundred dollars a week,
Master.”
“For two hundred a week you sell
your voice? For two hundred a
week you learn to rasp and gurple
like steam in a radiator? Bah! Bah!
Go away! Do not open your mouth
even to -whisper for two months!
Rest, do you hear? The complete
rest! Then come back and we’ll see
if that hot-cha-cha is gone.”
News From Frozen Wastes
iShe had left and had lived in des
perate loneliness -without even the
sound of her voice to encourage her.
One thing only had kept up her spirit
—-a poignantly beautiful letter from
Lee in Capetown with the promise
that another would come when one
of the expedition’s ships returned
from the Antarctic to New Zealand
for supplies before the Winter ice
closed them in.
The second letter had arrived the
day before she made her Italian de
but. A twenty-age letter that told
many things of his voyage and his
new life; the immense glacier bergs
of inconceivably ancient ice, hard as
iron, green-tinted, so irregularly
shaped they formed fantastic 'Crene
lated frozen castles; his three-hour
epic-making flight with Admiral
Benson and Richard, 230 miles far
ther south than any expedition in
that area previously made by man.
The letter, in part, had said:
“Near the end of March next year
Admiral Benson plans to isolate
himself for eight months in a hut
buried in the Antarctic snows, 129
miles south, because it is essential
to have an inland base to get impor
tant meteorological data. No one can
reach him there if he needs help. No
one could aid him until the long
Winter night ends. It had been
planned that Richard and I go with
him, but unforeseen dificulties have
arisen which make it impossible to
equip the base for more than one
man.” And then he had concluded:
“I love you, Patsy—I shall always
love you. Remember that. Lee.”
There had been a short note from
Richard, too, telling of the exper
iences that had impressed him most.
Richard had ended his letter, “Re
member that afternoon when you
came to the laboratory, Patsy, and
asked me to marry you? Remember his goal had not lain like a bright
I said, “if you feel the same way jewelled inlay in lher brain, Yet,
that burning, driving ambition had
been flung into the background when
she had met Lee Cavendish. For Lee
and for Lee alone she would have
forsaken the thing in life for which
she had worked and dreamed and—-
ygs—prayed. And at last it was to
be realized! It was to be realized
if she sang her very best at the au
dition to-morrow morning.
Her excited mind darted off at
tangents now trying to decide what
she should sing for the director. Sud
denly she knew—her favorite aria
from “Madame Butterfly.”
Courtney grabbed Patsy’s shoulder
again. He looked alarmed. “Patsy
you are going to faint! You’re as
pale as a ghost!”
“I think,” said Patsy softly, “that
I’m going to die of joy—just plain,
downright joy!”
The day sparkled. .Streaks -of April
sun struck down through the trees
and patched the sidewalks in a pat
tern of gold. Tang of sea and
Spring throbbed in the air.
Tippy and Ted were signaling a
taxi at the eurb and Courtney and
the rest of the family were in a little
knot of excited conversation when
Patsy felt an importunate hand on
lher arm, heard some one say:
“Miss Warfield—”
She turned, smiling, but the smile
faded when she encountered famil
iar laughing brown eyes. iShe could
not tell why, but suddenly tihe sight
of Dr. Roger Tate’s long rangy per
son with that eager look of a boy on
adventure depressed her. She stood
rigid, unable even to give him a
welcome.
“Buttonhole” Tate
'Fortunately, tihe momentary ten
sion was broken, for he said, smil
ing a little wryly:
“You don’t remember me, do
you?”
“But I do! You’re Dr. Tate—
Buttonhole Tate!”
There was silence an instant. Then
she heard his embarrassed laugh.
“That' is a knockout blow. Remem-’
bering me—and looking at me as
if I were dug up from a grave!”
“Don’t think me beastly,’ she said
quickly. But you—you remind me
of that awful night over two years
ago at the hospital. I was never so
humiliated. Nurses—doctors—staff
members standing around, not be
lieving one word I said, ft was like
living a nighmare—especially after
I had actually seen a woman on the
verge |of shooting Victor Caldwell.
I’m afraid I shall never forget it—
and, of 'course, seeing you brings it
all back—terribly!” The last word
broke like the snapping of a twig.
(To be Continued)
AS THINGS ARE
Many good people are impatient
with Britain because she submits to
a deal of tail-twisting. Walter Lip-
mann took note of this fact and
sought some first hand information.
He found the mother country alive to
her situation and keenly conscious
■ of the critical situation in which she
finds herself. .She’s not afraid this
critic says. .She merely making up
hei’ mind. Here’s Lipmann’s con
cluding paragraph:
“The British today are confronted
with a supremely great issue—only
thrice before, at the time of the
Spanish Armada and at the time of
Napoleon and in 1917, have their
possessions, their position in the
world and their ideals been chal
lenged so fundamentally as they are,
today. They know it. There is no
doubt whatever that they know it.
To suppose that they do not know it
is to mistake dinner table conversa
tion, the correct and conventional
phrases of diplomacy, and the im
mensely discreet language of their
great newspapers,, for the real
thoughts of the men who will in the
end deside Britain’s destiny.”
when I return from the South Pole
nothing on God’s earth icould make
me happier? On an expedition like
this a man has a chance to come face
to face with himself, to see the truth
of things. The mere hope of having
you for my wife makes some of the
dangerous loneliness of these wastes
bearable. I love you, Richard,”
Aud now, on the 15 th of April,
Patsy was back in New York after
an absence of a little more than
two years. The same Patsy, only'
now’ she had carefully planned her
life once more. IShe would go on
with her career, marry Richard when
he returned from the Antarctic, for
there was still Kitty, who wouldn’t
divorce Lee—and there was her own
heart—more afraid of love than ever
All those who had seen her off
awmited her on the pier. She came
dow’n the gangplank more lovely
than ever in a mink cape, violets
ear her slender throat, a little Paris-
brow’n felt low’ over one shining blue
eye. The family crowded around
her, asking questions that couldn’t
be answered in months, kissing her
all at once, suffocatig her with pride
and affection.
What Happened to Victor
Ted announced with a grin that
he was going to be married within
a few’ months to Mary Jane Carroll,
the little girl he had met at the
husking bee. Marcia, w'ho looked
the picture of health, ihad promised
Dr. Cole Proctor to marry him in
the Fall. Grandfather, flushed and’
beaming, said he wished ihe could
find a nice, comfortable widow who
would help to make his days less
lonely at Tree Tops when his grand
children left ihim. Tippy said he
wouldn’t marry Cleopatra herself if
she came back dragging her barge
with the whole of Egypt on it for
a wedding present.
In the excitement of homecoming
Patsy completely missed seeing Dr.
Roger Tate—Buttonhole Tate — on
the skirts of the crowd, a tweedy-
looking young man with eyes that
showed he ihad not forgotten her. If
she 'had been a foot ‘doser she would
have seen him, for the wild pound
ing of his young heart alone would
have drawn her attention.
At last Courtney Vallance got
Patsy away from the icrc-wd. She
asked first of his own welfare and
then of Victor. Victor by some
miracle—or Patsy’s generosity—had
recovered. For one month he ihad
worked at the Vallance Club, Court
ney told her. Then he had disap
peared. It was impossible, of
coiirse, to know what ihad happened
to him. Someone had tried to mur
der him once. Perhaps this time
they had made a go of it.
Patsy paled and buried lher face
in her palms at the horror of the
thought and Courtney drew them
down, caught her shoulders in a firm
grip, held her so that he could look
into her blue eyes when he told .her
the thing that, had been laying se
cretly in his mind for over two
months. He said:
“Patsy, don’t faint! Promise me
you won’t faint when I tell you this
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CHAPTER XXV
Patsy’s blue eyes widened. The
aura of excitement around Courtney
Vallance sent her pulses throbbing.
“I promise—oh, faithfully!—not to
faint! What is it, Courtney?”
“This!” said Vallance and beamed
on her. “The director of the Met
ropolitan is (giving you an audition
in the morning at 10. I left him
about an hour ago. DOnt ask any
questions! Just stand there and
say to yourself, ‘I’m a success!’ Foi
when he hears you, Patsy—It’s—it’s
going to be a pushover!”
Patsy caught his arm. She was
trembling all over. “You’re fooling
It’s not true! It can’t be true!’
“But it is, darling. Would I lift
you to the stars like this if it were
not?”
Courtney was talking fast now.
He was saying that he knew she’d
be a success. iShe must not forget
that the American fashion in opera
had changed.
Looking Ahead
The old style, which demanded
only gradeur and vocal opulence, had
changed to dramatic representation
by acting, diction and tone coor, with
the minimum of voice display. All the old roles of the opera’i reper
tory were being reinterpreted now,
singers looked like lovers, they sang
to each other and not entirely to the
audience.
There was a fresh spirit at the
Metropolitan*—the Metropolitan was
ready for Patsy—and Patsy was
ready for the Metropolitan. He knew
it,
Patsy only half heard what Court
ney said, for over and over again
she kept thinking in her mind: ‘I’m
to have an audition at the Metropoli
tan! I can’t believe it! I can’t believe
it!”
There had never been a. time -when
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NIAGARA ROARS ITS MIGHTY
WELCOME! I
Commanding the finest possible
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One of Canada's really outstanding
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It t tl I I tun
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ALL UNDER THE DIRECTION OF VERNON C. CARDY
ifli
GREENWAY
(Crowded out last week)
Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Brodie and
their daughter Annie and Jean, of
Seaforth, visited recently with Mr.
and Mrs. Lloyd Bropliey.
Mr. .and Mrs. Sharrow, of Bad Axe,
Mich., visited last week with her
sister Mrs. Albert Pollock and other
friends.
Mr. and Mrs. J. Prance, of Win-
chelsea, spent .Sunday with her
mother Mrs. T. Bullock.
Mr. and Mrs. Jas. Wellman and
Marilyn, of Port Huron, spent the
week-end with relatives.
Miss Muriel Fallis returned to
Sarnia, after spending her vacation
with her sister, Mrs. Lloyd Brophey.
Mrs. Richards, Mrs. Mc-Loy and
Miss Ruth McLoy, of Aurora, Ill.,
visited recently with their aunt Mrs.
J. Brown, and other relatives.
Mrs. James Wasylyk and friend,
of Toronto, spent the week-end with
Mr. and Mrs. C. Woodburn.
Miss Ruby Pollock is visiting in
Port Huron with Mr. and Mrs. Jas.
Wellman.
Master Ted Phinn, of Ingersoll,
visited'with Cleve Brophey.
Mr. Seibourne English, of Detroit,
spent the week-end with his parents
Mr. and Mrs. R. English.
The Harmony Class held their
August meeting on Friday evening
at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Elton
Curts with a large attendance. Mrs.
Harold Brophey took 'Charge of the
meeting to relieve the President Mr.
Harry Isaac, who has been suffering
from a broken collar bone. The meet
ing. opened with a hymn after which
the Lord’s Prayer was repeated in
unison. The Scripture Lesson was
read by Mr, Lloyd Brophey. Mrs. K.
Smithers and Mrs. Whiting read
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Because no tanks are available, gun carriers. They serve the pur- handle tanks. These training tanks
the armored fighting vehicle school pose because officers believe that if are of the same model as used in
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poems entitled “The Soul of a Child”
and “Look Up Instead of Down.”
The topic was taken by Mrs. McIn
tosh “Four Reasons for Being a
Christian.’ The Devotional part of
the meeting closed with a hymn and
the Mizpah Benediction. Dainty re
freshments, ice-cream and cake, were
served by the ladies and a social
hour enjoyed. After thanking Mr.
and Mrs. Elton Cuffs for their kind
ness and hospitality all returned
home feeling that a very pleasant
and profitable evening had been
spent.
WHAT AFFECTS GRAIN TRADE
World production of wheat, ex
clusive of Russia and China, during
the 1937-3 8 season showed an in
crease over the previous year and
and was little less than in 193 3-3 4.
Variations in total production, how
ever, states the Imperial Economic
Committee, affect the grain trade
(less than changes in certain coun
tries. Thus, the upward trend in
Russian production has had only an
occasional influence, More impor
tant in their effects ’in the years pre
ceding 1937-38 were (1) t'he lower
Jevel of output in Canada, the Unit
ed States, and Australia from 1933
to 19'3 6, (2) the exceptionally small
Argentine crop in 1935-36 and (3)
the fall in production in France,
Italy and Germany in 1937.
McKillop township voters’ lists
show the township to have l.'OSO
voters in Part 1, an increase of 70
over 19 37. Part 2 has decreased one
to 135, while Part three has increas
ed 3 to 83. There are 328 jurors
available in the Township.
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