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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-09-22, Page 2rXTIXiItSl>AY1 SWMIW THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE “AFRAID OF LOVE” by Phyllis Moore Gallagher Still, ©ven iu .;e argu.-d iu.i him- self he couldn’t tell the driver to. tutu back to Baltimore, lie wouldn’t go to see Patsy. It wouldn’t oe fair to her. But he could go on to An napolis and may be tonight if he drove slowly past Tree Tops he might catch a glimpse of her thro’ a window—just » glimpse. CHAPTER XXX ’ At that exact, moment Patsy was .talking on the telephone to Richard, who had an hour ago returned to An napolis from California, where he had gone to arrange for the national ■distribution of Admiral Benson’s mo tion picture made in the Antarctic. That was why her line had been busy when Lee had tried to get her. She was saying, in a remarkably steady little voice: “Of course, Richard—I will marry .you. Aren’t two years of waiting long enough to convince you that I mean it?” Richard was answering, excitedly "I think I told you in a letter from the South Pole that I wouldn’t argue this time, dearest. What—what day shall it be? Tonight?—tomorrow?” “Oh, not that soon Richard! But how about the 15th’—that’s six days from now! You see, Che 15th ought to be a good marrying day for the Warfields! Marcia and Dr. Proctor eloped on the 15th of May, and Ted and Mary Jane Carroll were married •at the Chapel on the 15th of June. “Oh, my no, Richard, Ted and Vir- gixxa Keith broke off before you sail ed for the South Pole, though we didn’t know it for weeks afterwards. Virginia’s in Paris. She remarried that rich old husband of ihers. It seems he had detectives following her and found,enough evidence on her to justify discontinuing the ali mony, so I suppose she had to re marry him in order to save her in come.” Her voice broke off suddenly and she said, with a bittex’ little sob that Richard missed completely — “Oh Richard — I can’t wnit to see you. Come on over now!” Richard’s laugh held relief. He said quickly: “Patsy, I though you were never going to say you wanted to see me! Be right over!” Then he hung up ami Patsy stood there in the hall with tears stream ing down her soft pale cheeks. The storm was gaining in volume now. Lightning flashed. Somewhere close by an old oak tree was split in two and fell to the ground. Shutters rattled like the dried bones of all the dead in the world. But Patsy heard nothing. Lightning Strikes The storm raged on for over an hour and still failed to reach its destructive peak. Grandfather and Ti.-py, Patsy and Richard sat in the library waiting for the end of the tumult. All of the lights were out because Grandfather was old-fash ioned enough to beleive that any current would draw the lightning like a magnet. Old Ephriam had fixed mint-juleps and was passing them around on a silver tray when, sud denly, there was a crack over their heads like the prelude to the ending of the world, followed by a burst of flame visible from the library win dows. For one split second no one could' beieve that the flames licking up to the dark sky came from Tree Tops. The old house hadn’t been struck by lightning in 150 years. But in the next minute Patsy was calling the fire department, old Ephriam and Tippy were calling the field servants in from their cabins and ordering them to bring buckets of water from the barn. Richard was turning the fragile spray of the garden hose on the highest flames. Grandfather, suddenly feeble when action was necessary, climbed upstairs against the warning shrieks of the others and came lumbering back with the oil portrait of his beloved wife under his arm. Presently the huge fire bell of Annapolis was resounding over the country-side. Volunteer fire depart ments from small neighboring towns were coming in trucks filled with young men from the first families of Maryland to fight the blaze. Tree Tops was an Annapolis tra dition. If it fell, dreams and fanc ies, and picturesque musings would fall to dust with it. Ghosts in white Wigs and hoop skirts, lovely romantic Suffer No Longer from Headaches It is hard to Struggle along with a head that aches and pains all the time. m nine eases out of ten persistent i headaches are caused by some de rangemeht of the stomach, liver or bowels. 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But it was burning and Tippy and old Ephriam and Rinaard were tid ing now to save some of the furni ture and the paintings and an old uniform that the Admiral treasured. When Patsy made a move to follow them into the blazing house Richard barked at her. •Stay where you are! Farther, back Patsy! Sparks are flying!” But when Richard disappeared in' the house Patsy jerked away from a woman who tried to hold her, ran across the driveway, hex' breath ach ing in hei' throat, and into the house. Lee’s navy ring was in the little vel vet box in hei* dressei’ drawer—the ring that saved hei' life—and she had to have it. To get it now, to never lose it again, became a sudden fierce unreasonable obsession. It was as if that ring was all that she would have of Lee in the bleak years to come. Patsy Trapped The smoke was thick when she reached the hall and she flung her palm over her mouth and nose and ran quickly up the winding stairs, coughing violently, fighting against the overcoming suffocation of the blaze. As she reached the top land ing there was another thunderous Hoar, and with terrified eyes she looked back- and saw that the stair way had collapsed behind her. No one saw her. The firemen were fighting the flames in the wing. Richard be low, was carrying out a Duncan Phyfe pedestal table; Tippy was struggling with the brass framed por trait of the first sea-iartng Warfield Old Ephriam and several of the ser vants were hauling out an old sofa on which Warfield ladies had sat and been wooed for many generations. Patsy tried to scream to attract attention, but when she opened her mouth the smoke breathed hot and thick into hei’ lungs, choking her into silence. She struggled widly for breath and tried desperately to reach sthe hall window, but the front of the house turned all at once into a blazing inferi^o, the windows were cracking with the heat, glass flying out in dangerous splinters, There was nowhere to turn—no place to go! In that horror-stricken moment Patsy crumbled to the foor, uncon scious of the flames that licked to ward hex’ as if greedy for the de vouring of hex’ blonde loveliness. Saved by Lee Slowly Patsy's blue eyes opened. They stared unbelievingly at Lee 'Ca vendish, who was leaning ovei’ her on the sofa, holding a wet cloth on hex’ forehead, whispering, “Patsy! Patsy!” in a voice filled •with love and apprehension. She didn’t ask any questions about the incredible fact of his presence. Nor did lie tell hex’ how he ‘ had driven to Tree Tops with the hope of getting just a glimpse of her and had seen the terrifying sight of the fire from the road. He had leaped out of the cab, had been told by a woman that a few minutes before Patsy had gone into that blaming in ferno. Fighting his way through the flames, he had found hex’ lying on the second-floor gallery, unconscious and had carried hei’ in his burned arms to old Ephriam’s cabin out of the deluge that had followed the storm. Patsy just sobbed Iike^a very frightened, unstrung child and wreathed her arms around his shoul ders, “Oh, Lee! Lee darling!” Then her eyes lifted and over Lee’s shoulder she saw Richard’s thin dark face, his calmly comprehensive brown eyes. She said quickly: “Fam all right 'now. Give me a hand, will yon, Richard?” Richard helped her to her feet and she stood there then, very straight and slim and lovely. She wasn’t burned, but there was still a tight ness in her lungs that made her talk a little breathlessy, She said; “Did —did Tree Tops—-” “Not quite to the ground,” Rich ard said, "Realy not half as bad as we had feared. The rain came just In time. The whole structure will yon, Richard? I’m awfully tir ed.” Then she turned to ^ee and htud out lwr hand. But before she spoke she heard Richard, suyin;: “I will wait for you outside, Patsy. 1 could use tli little air. And don’t forget to thank Lee for saving your life. He did, you know.” She Tells Lee Patsy had a feeling suddenly of her heart slipping sideways in her breast. To be alone with Lee was the last thing in the world that she wanted, But she couldn’t call Rich ard back now; she couldn’t reveal her emotions that way. ILee held her hand cose in his, and she was look ing steadily into his eyes, loving him hating herself because she was re membering another night of a storm when he had held her in his arms and had kissed her with his heart on his lips. "It’s nice to have seen you again, Lee. You’re looking splendidly. And, of course you know- how ,-astly proud we all are of you.” Lee didn’t answer. He just held hex’ hand and stared at hei’ as if me morizing her every feature. patsy went on in sheei’ despera tion, her heart pounding: “I’m marrying Richard at high noon on the 15th of this month at St. John’s Lee. It would be perfect if you’d come.” She was being cruel now, she knew-—unnecessarily cruel and flippant. Yet it seemed* the only way, CHAPTER XXXI Lee looked att her a little strange ly and then he said his eyes hurt. “How could you ask me to be there, Patsy? How could you think I’d come—to see another maxi—” His voice broke off abruptly and he started to drop her hand. But in the next moment a little groan escaped his throat and he swept Patsy into his arms and kiss ed her trembling lips and her flushf ed young cheeks and the soft curve of her throat. He kissed her as if he could never let her go. And then she was out of his arms hurrying though the door of that little log cabin, her high heels sink ing deep in the wet ground. Rich ard followed her quietly ovex’ the smooth clipped lawn and into the driveway where his car was parked. As they came upon the charred wreck of what had been a gracious Colonial mansion. Patsy said sud denly: “Oh, I can’t bear it! I .can’t bear it!” And Richard found (him self wondering if that pang of ten derness in her voice, like an echo from her aching heart, was for the ruined home or for the tall, blond young man that she was leaving be hind. As they sat. in the car waiting for Tippy and Grandfather, Richard said: “I understand, Patsy, Its Lee. It’s always been Lee from that first night, hasn’t it?” His voice was very gentle. But there was agony in his eyes. Patsy ^didn’t look at him. She did not see that he was steadying him self from as neai’ the edge of a breakdown as he had come in his self-controlled life. She just sat there staring straight ahead, not an swering. Weil, no need to answer, He knew the answer now without her speaking. “Patsy . .” She turned and sa*- ills eyes, said sharply: “Oh, Richard, don’t look at me like that!” But he was not, consciously look ing at her at all. He was thinking of her perhaps, a great deal of Lee and the damage that women like Kitty Cavendish did in life. Part of Her Heai’t Patsy went on then, the desperate effort she was making for steadi ness plain in -her voice: “But I want to marry you, Richard, Oh, I know you can’t understand that—ox’ me— or anything. You see, there’s a part of my heart that’s always been yours The part that remembers the days when Were kids together. I’ll- aWays love you tha t way—you’ll always have that part of me. If that is enough”—hex* voice trailed off weakly. Richard put his arm tenderly around her. “That is enough, dear-' est,” he said, softly. “Once I had thought it wouldn’t be. Once I had thought that things would work- out for you and Lee, that he would be free to marry—”•—-he frowned —” —but now I want you on any terms —any terms at all.” And Patsy, looking at him with lovely blurred eyes, said: “You’ll nevei* be sorry, Richard, I promise you that.” But as she said the words, deep down within her she wondered and and clung to it. “I’ll promise you’ll never be sorry! I’ll be a good wife. I’ll dam your holey socks and cook for you gnd scrub your floors . . She was talking hysterically now, of course. Cooking, scrubbing, mending. Rich ard Bowie’s wife -Richard was one of the wealthiest young men in the country. But even as these promises fell one upon the other from her trenfbling lips her wretched young eyes were piercing the sultry gloom of that July night, searching desper ately for one last look at the man she loved and could never have. A Wedding Pay The morning of the wedding Patsy sat up in bed, slim arms around hei slim knees, eyes dark against the golden brightness of her hair. A little sunlight, slipping across the the bed through the vines thick- grown outside, lay on her wan sxnall face. She said to herself and to the emptiness of this guest chamber in Richard’s lovely home that would soon be her own: “I shan’t cry again, I think I’ve cried enough in the last three years over not getting, what 1 want. I shall soon forget Lee when I’m married to Richard. And I shall nevei’ be afraid of love again—ox’ be hurt.” Over and over again she told her self this until it almost ’’ecam© a conviction. Told herself, too, that, that love was only a ghost now. Love was a lost ecstasy like the mel ody of a breeze ^imgjng its way through the maple leaves never to return. Love was Lee, Lee — Lee, who was married to Kitty— Patsy wondered now how many people had any clear idea of this marriage of hex’s. Grandfather and Marcia and Ted knew. Perhaps Kitty And of course, Lee. Lee knew. He knew because the night of the fire he had kissed her and had felt hex coming alive beneath his lips, had felt hei’ ainns tighten responsively around him and had known, even though she had run away afterward, that love for him had trembled soft and warm on her lips. Concluded Next Week Wifely Changes Husband: “My wife is so fussy, may I change the scarf if it does not suit?” ’ Sales Girl: "Certainly, sir.” Husband: “How often?” Tested Recipes Peach Delicacies In view of the good crop of peach es of exceptionally excellent quality this season, there has been a de mand for all kinds of recipes in which peaches can be utilized. The additioxxal recipes given below will be found useful in preparing a sup ply of peach delicacies that may be used during the winter months. Peach and Tomato Chutney i peck of peaches 1 quart small white onions '(put through food chopper) 1 tablesoon gorund mace 1 tablespoon cloves 1 tablespoon cinnamon J peck tomatoes 5 oz. paprika 6 oz. black pepper 2 cups brown sugar 3 cups cider vinegax’ Mix Well. Let stand overnight. In the morning coole slowly, stirring frequently until it is of the right consistency. Sweet Pickled Peaches £ peck peaches 2 lb. brown sugar 1 pint vinegar 1 oz. stick cinnamon Whole cloves Boil sugar, vinegar, and cinnamon 20 minutes. Dip peaches quickly ixi boiling water, then rub off the fur with a towel. Stick each peach with 4 cloyes. Put into syrup and cook until soft, using half the peaches at a»time. Peach, Carrot and Apple Conserve lilt HBIllli HAMILTON, ONTARIO V* HU Of course, when in Montreal, it's • the beautiful Mount Royal Hotel. IN THE HEART OF ORCHARDS ANO INDUSTRYll Serving the rich agricultural and in dustrial Niagara peninsula, the Royal Connaught's far famed hos pitality has become international tradition. H. Alexander MacLennan, Resident Manager NIAGARA ROARS ITS MIGHTY WELCOME !! 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 Peak, ' 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. Petero, Jr., Resident Manager WINDSOR, pNTARIO ALL UNDER THE DIRECTION OF VERNON G.CARDY 1 peck prepared fruit 1 quart vinegar 1 cup water 2 oz. stick cinnamon 1 oz. cloves 4 lb. sugar Boil the sugar, vinegar and spices 20 minutes. Dip peaches in boiling wa ter and rub off fur, but do> not peel. Pare pears and apples. The crab ap-' pie may be picked with their skins r on. Stick fruit with whole cloves, Put into syrup and cook until soft, using a quarter or half of the fruit at a time. FORMER RESIDENT OE EXETER SPEAKS AT LUNCHEON Hon. Sam. J. Latta, at present Commissioner of Publications in Saskatchewan, was the guest speak er at Wednesday’s Rotary luncheon. Mr., Latta was first elected to the Legislature for Lost Mountain in 191-2 and sat for the same seat until 19'29; was appointed Minister of Highways in 1917; Minister of Edu cation in 1-9 21 in the Martin Admin istration and served until the end of 1921. In 1922 he was in the Dun ning Government as Minister of Edu cation. The speaker has a very happy manner in his speaking, and held title attention of his audience from begin ning to the end of his talk . —-North Battleford News FINE CITIES Keeping His Word “Why does Tam always keep his eyes closed when drinking?” “He’s keeping his promise to his wife—that he would nevei’ look at whisky again.” Sales Books are the best Counter Check Books made in Canada. They cost no more than ordinary books and always give satisfaction. We are agents and will be pleased to quote you on any style or quantity required. See Your Home Printer First Memorial Window For Banff Church Established 1873 and 1887 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday mpraipe SUBSCRIPTION—?2,(10 per year In advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c. each insertfou for first four insertions. 25c. each subse quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, dr Found 10c. per line of six word*. Reading notices 10c. per line, Card of Thanks 50b. 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Shingles Always on Hand 1 cup peaches I pint dried tart apples 1 pint diced carrots 3 cups sugar Juice of oue lemon Mix the ingredients and simmer them until the mixture is clear. Turn into jelly glasses, and when cold cover with hot parrafin wax. Pickled Peaches 4 quarts of peacnes 2 cups vinegar 4 cups sugar 1 stick cinnamon 2 tablespoons whole cloves Choose small perfect peaches. Re move skins by scalding. Boil vinegar, sugar and spices for 20 minutes, place a few pieces or the peaches at a time in syrup and cook1 until ten der. Pack in sterilized jars and co ver with boiling syrup. Seal while hot. Sweet Pickled Fruit Peaches, pears, sweet apples, crab apples Inspired by the beauty of the Canadian Rockies, ‘ and the sweet tones of the bells of St. George Church, Banff. Alberta. MisS Jessie Van Brunt of Brook lyn, New York, has presented the church With a memorial Window which she designed and made uor- self. The window embodies the idea of the Church bells as angels or God’s messengers sending in spiring invitations to worship. It was placed above the main en trance and is in memory of the late Canon Henry Montgomery, ALA., rectox* of this church from 1921*24, previously rector of St. Peter’s ChUrch, Kingsclear, N.B., and Canon of Christ Church Cathedral in the diodes© of Fred ericton, N.B., also ©ctor of St- Barnabas Church, Jalgary.> He served in the G.E.F, from 1916* 18, being chaplain .£ No. 14 Cana dian Hospital at Eastbourne, Eng land. He died at 75 on July 9. 1929, Rt. Rev. L, Ralph Sherman, M.A.B. Litt., D.D., Bishop of Cal gary, recently dedicated the window. The bells which, inspired Miss Van Brunt were donated by Hon. Robert Brett, Lieutenant-Govern or of Alberta in 1925, later being dedicated by Rt. Rev. Cyprian Pinkham, D.D., D.C.L., late Bishop Of Calgary, in lp27. Rev. Canon Tully Montgomery is the present rector. A. J. CLATWORTHY Phone 12 Granton Ran Away "Brown fell asleep in his bath this morning with the Watei' run ning.” "Did the bath overflow?” "No; fortunately he sleeps With his mouth open.” * * * Here is the secret: To be hapipy mak© others happy—-the more hap piness you give, the mbr© you get, was afraid. What if should be free? She cause she had loved some day «Lee be an not she just as it was. Until then you all I would, perhaps, always love Lee, are going to stay at my house.” not being able to help it. With a Patsy said: “Take me there, now, little sob she caught Richard’s arm knew that once with intensity of love that she did stone of it was going to be built back I have tn give to Richard that Until then you all I would, perhaps, always love not being able to help it. of the house held up, because 200 years ago. they really built houses. Your grandfather said that every