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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-08-25, Page 2THURSDAY, AUGUST 25, 1938 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE 3 “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 93 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 HAM ILTON, ONTARIO Of course, when in Montreal, it’s the beautiful Mount Royal Hotel. WINDSOR, ONTARIO NIAGARA ROARS ITS MIGHTY WELCOME! I Commanding the finest possible view of the seventh wonder of the world, the beautiful General Brock is also world famous for its sun deck and magnificent Rainbow Deck. Ronald P. Peck. Resident Manager SIX MINUTES FROM THE HEART OF DETROIT!! One of Canada's really outstanding hotels, the beautiful, modern, 300- room Prince Edward is in the centre of Windsor—yet by tunnel—only six minutes from Cadillac Square, De­ troit. Harry A. 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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 CANADIAN ARMORED FIGHTING VEHICLE 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 at Camp Borden uses these machine- the men can drive them they can the Stratford strike. 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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