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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-09-29, Page 2THURSDAY, SEPTRMBIiR 2IL 103S “AFRAID OF LOVE” by Phyllis Moore Gallagher e now, Patsy realized. The bridesmaids- Charlotte 'bellows, Lola Hughes, Ted’s aife and several gill- that Patsy had gone to school with— were dressing, their young voices calling gayly to each other and echo­ ing along the corridors. Patsy could hear them plainly-—Charlotte’s I>iquant lisp and Mary Jane’s Quick, happy laugh. From downstairs came the clatter of china and silver and crystal and odd little sounds that the caterer’s men were making in adding leaves to the dining-room table for the wedding breakfast. Patsy forgot the orange juice that had been sent up to her, slipped out of bed and began to dress slowly, When Marcia, who was to be maid of honor, came in a little -while later, Patsy had on the old-fashioned wed­ ding gown of white satin, but had not yet put on her veil. She was studying herself in the mirror, thinking of her grandmother, who had worn this same gown, and won- wering if her eyes had seemed so strange and lost on her -wedding day. Bitterness swept over her. For she knew’ that her grandmother’s face had been radiant and that her heart, instead of being a cold, ach­ ing lump in her breast, had been beating -with excitement and happi­ ness. And that, she thought, was the way all brides should be. Not like this—oh, dear God—not like this ... Marcia said gayly: "Darling, you look lovely—as lovely as this glor­ ious July day!” And then she came over to Patsy in a motherly way and inspected her make-up, the golden curls and the tight little satin bodice with alencon lace around the slim throat. Doubts For one fainting moment Patay did not speak to her sister. She stood there swaying in her white satin sandals, thinking wildly: ‘‘I can’t go through with it! I can’t! I can’.t.” But in the next second she told her­ self that Richard had never hurt her and that she must not hurt him again. She said then, her golden heart high: ‘‘No one will look at me, Mar­ cia. You’ll stead my thunder. Blue was always your color and that floppy hat does things for you!” And so the morning passed with the old house reverberating with the wedding preparations. Bridesmaids, lovely in pastel organdies and droop­ ing leghorn hats, fluttered through the wide halls, opening wedding presents, making lists of donors, flirting outrageously with Richard’s ushers. Charlotte trailed Tippy like a shadow until he fled across the lawn—a Greek god of a young man in impeccable formal morning cloth­ ing! — and kept a tryst with Lola Hughes beneath a maple that had grown so great its branches spread wide and thick, shutting out the sky above. (Lola, like all women, had fallen promptly under Tippy’s charm and finally, deeply in love with him. Like all the other women in his life she was to learn that he made love like a Romeo aud then went away on that flambuoyant, irresponsible career of .his and forgot her as com­ pletely as if she had never been. That was Tippy now. That would be Tippy twenty years from now. In the tall, beamed library on the first floor Grandfather and Ted— who was to be best man-—sat talk­ ing to Richard. Richard’s face was very white under his tan and his brown eyes were worried. Ted, no­ ticing this, said, “Take it easy, Dick. Getting married isn't sticking one's head 'Under a guillotine, you know!' But Richard wasn’t taking it easy. He was a young man in the un­ fortunate position of being deeply in love and knowing that his affecting were returned only up to a point; and he was assailed now with doubts and worries. He had meant it when he had said he wanted Patsy on any terms—but—but was it fair to Pat­ sy--was it? Last night, among ail the bright gayety of the wedding instructions and preparations, it had seemed to him that Patsy was completely mis­ erable—for tire very reason that she .had clung to him in front of the bridesmaids and ushers as if to as­ sure them that she really loved him. She had talked, she had laughed, she had even sung one or two arias Pimples Kill Many a Romance The lives of many young people ate made miserable when unsightly pimples break out on the face, neck and other parts of the body. The trouble is not so much physi­ cal pain, but it’s the mental suffer­ ing caused by the embarrassing disfigurement of the face, The quickest way to get rid of pimples is to improve the general health by cleansing the blood of its impurities.Burdock Blood Bitters purifies thi blood, Get rid of the pimples by taking B.B.B, The T. Milburn Cd., Ltd., Toronto, Ont. for them—but her voice had. been too bright, too gay, and he had known that there was a strain in every tone of it. CHAPTER XXXII At a little before noon tiny Saint John’s, almost covered with old- fashioned ramblers, wsa packed and people were crowded all over rhe emerald lawn and far back into the cold Colonial cemetery that spread out in the rear of the church. Cars lined both sides of the street and in nearby lanes, dappled by bril­ liant sunlight that diffused through the leaves of giant oaks, they were parked abreast. Because of the prominence of the two people being married -—a famous young opera star and a nationally known scien­ tist and eplorer and a great many uninvited people were present as in­ terested spectators, among them cameramen and reporters. In a dimly lit Chapel Richard and Ted nervously paced the bare worn floor, asking each other who was the more nervous. Out in the ves­ tibule the pretty little bridesmaids were clutching their bouquets ot pink roses tensely to their breasts, waiting now for the bride, Patsy and Admiral Warfield were the last to arrive and, when their ear pulled up at the curb, grand- faher stepped out and helped Patsy to the sidewalk. He mistook the look in her eyes and whispered into her ear: “Cteady, child! Steady!” Then they were hurrying across the narrow, cobbled walk toward the church. Patsy holding her wed­ ding veil and the train of her dress over .her arm. Every one was star­ ing at her, talking softly, saying that she was the most beautiful bride they had ever seen. T^ie sun­ light shone through her ved, mak­ ing a misty gold of her hair! And as she passed, the heavy, sweet fragrance of the roses in her arms trailed after her, Victor Saves Patsy’s Life No one saw the long black car that drew up at the curb; no one saw a tall, dark young man leap out of that car. But when Victor Caldwell flung himself behind Patsy, when the om­ inous rattle of a machine gun burst in upon that calm July day, there followed a quiet as gruesome as the silence of the old graveyard behind the church. Then there was panic. The black car was roaring out of sight, the tires slewing noisily at the corner. Women were screaming as if to spilt their throats. The brides­ maids came tumbling out of the church, like lively flowers blown resistlessly by the wind; Richard and Ted, white-faced and breathless, be­ hind them. Every one was talking at once, And Patsy, on her trembling knees on the pavement, was bending over Victor, pressing the skirt of her wed­ ding gown against one of the wounds at his throat. A doctor, who had appeared miraculously out of the gathering, was holding Vic­ tor’s wrist and shaking his grey head forlornly. Victor Caldwell was dy­ ing—it was just a matter of seconds And he was struggling desperately to hang on to life qntil he bad said something . . . His white lips moved in a whisper. The words came faint, jerky—“Be­ cause you—-saved—my life—once— I—I had to eave yours. Patsy. They killed—Vallance. I—I was driving that car that—day. When they— left—New York—early this morn­ ing—I—I didn’t know—where we were going. But when—I— found —out — it was too late-—to warn—you again. I—warned—you— to get out of New York—-remember? No—-I guess yotv -didn’t recognize my voice. I-— I didn’t want you to. At Philly—I —tried to phone you-—but your— house—burned—no connection. This -—was the--only—way—” He gasp­ ed and fought for breath. “You— won’t be happy—until you — know that—-Lee .Cavendish—” And then his dark head fell over on his breast and ■someone behind Patsy screamed out hysterically: “He’s dead! He was trying to tell Miss Warfield something, but he died before he could!” Father 'Fold Admiral Warfield took Patsy back to Richard’s great, cool house with its spacious verandahs; the ushers all left the grim scene at the church with the bridesmaids; and Richard and. Ted drove off for Victor’s father home, six miles from Annapolis, to toll the old minister the tragic fate of his only eon. The Reverend Cald­ well lived in a small bungalow, white painted, next to his rural church and set in a wilderness of trees. When the two men. reached it they found him infinitely remote from the cares of the world, working in a kitchen­ patch of vegetables in the side yard. Near him a mocking bird was sung* ing in a syringa bush; and on a sparkling pond, set like sapphire on the lawn, little yellow ducks were The Rev. ( aid rail looked up over the cabbage ue had just cat aud saw Richard and Ted coming muuid him He met them half-way, one sun­ burned hand outstretched. He said, grinning. “Well, boys, this is indeed a pleasure. Let me think—at must have been eighteen years or more since you two and Vic played In­ dians around here!”’ But in the next moment his smiles turned to alarm and he said, quickly. “It’s bad news jou’re bringing . . .” Ted said, “Yes, sir. I’m afraid it is,” and told him what had hap­ pened as kindly aS lie could. The old man turned starkly white beneath his sunburn and said in a shaken voice; “I’ll get my coat and go with you. No need to tell Mrs. Caldwell—yet. Where-—where is my son?” As the ear slid rapidly to Anna­ polis, the three men sat tense aud -.lent. But when they stopped be­ fore the door of a little red brick .loner that was the Coroner’s office the old minister blinked his pale wet ryes and said . softly: “That was brave of my boy—-saving Patsy’s life. Greater love hath no mail . .” Then lie disappeared into tfys build­ ing and Ted and Richard stood sil­ ently on the curb waiting for him. After a while Mr. Caldwell emerg­ ed through the door. His eyes were red-rimmed and .liis lips were blue and quivering. He went up to Ri­ chard and 'with chilled and stiffened fingers, handed him a stained paper. He said: “You’ll want to read this, Dick, and to give it to Patsy. It—it was found in my holy's «oat pocket.” Richard took the paper, and Ted, opening the car door for the grieved old man, said: “I’ll drive Mr. Cald­ well out, Dick. I think you’d bet­ ter get back to Patsy as soon as you can. She needs you, I know.” And so Richard was left there on the sidewalk, holding the paper in his fingers. On one side, he saw, was the advertisement of the gala opening of a new night club in New York, and on the back was an al­ most illegable scribbling. Richard frowned and stepped beneath the shade of an old oak tree to shut off the blinding glare of the sun. He began to read slowly: Kitty’s Secret Exposed Victor Caldwell had written: “As I write this I’m in a telephone booth iu Philly, supposedly calling a dame for a date tonight. I’ve' only got a minute. If anything happens to me today, maybe Patsy Warfield will want to know what I’m going to wmite. You see, I’ve never for­ gotten how swell she was to me in the Mercy Hospital, getting me nurses and doctors and a private room — saving my life when I did not stand a chance of pulling thro’. I’ve never forgotten either, what a sport she was that time when I kip- napped her after I’d almost killed Kitty Mitchell. I’d like Patsy not to think too hard of me. I’d like her to know that I’m not bad clear through. But nobody could have had the bad breaks I did and come out clean' through. I married the wrong girl in the beginning. 1 met the wrong guys in New York. I made money the wrong way and I gambled on the wrong things and went broke. I guess the worst thing I ever did was driving that hack on the day of the Shaw jewelry hold-up when Patsy was almost shot and Courtney Vallance—a white guy, if there ever was one!—was killed. But I didn’t do that” killing—Tony Bastian,' Rock Fentriss, Jimmy Drake and Red Keenan pulled it. They're the guys who are out to get Patsy today at her wedding so she can’t identify them. They don’t know I know her. I’ve got an idea now w.hat I’m going to do about it. That’s w-hy I’m writing this because I don’t see how I can save her without mak­ ing myself a target. If I have nerve enough to go through with my plans, it’ll be the only decent thing I ever did in my whole rotten life. And somehow, I think I’ll be glad to call it quits. "There’s one other thing. I start­ ed to tell Patsy this one night while THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE Jiff I was at Mercy hospital when I thought I was going to die. Maybe 1 did tell her. I was so sick, I can’t remember. Anyway, it came to me when I saw in the New York papers that she was going to be married to Richaid Bowie that maybe she still loves Lee Cavendish. I should have written and told her this before but I was in a spot and needed dough and I couldn’t see drying up the one nirce 1 “You marrie lot in had of raising quick money, see, a number of years ago d Kitty Mitchell. She’s paid the past and was good for I married Then I went good. I had a fine name I was fool enough to believe -fool enough to the same kind that wouldn’t like that kepi; gave me some- and live for. I a plenty in the future to keep this in­ formation under covet, her secretly at Elkton. to New York to make .visions of a future and and seeing Kitty i roud of me-—proud eough to tell every one she was mar­ ried to me. But I got in ‘With the wrong guys as I said and first thing I knew I was in stir, When I came out I found Kitty married to Lee Cavendish. She never thought enough of me to wait for me, nor to even try to find out where I was, And, of course, I was too proud to let her know. she’d wait for me— think her love was as mine—something die. Just dreaming me going in the pen, thing to hang on to “But I was dead wrong in that as I was in everything else I’ve ever done. So you see, Kitty’s still my wife and her marriage to Lee 'Was never legal. Maybe this won’t mean anything to Patsy now. Maybe she is over caring for Cavendish and really in rove with Richard Bowie. But anyhow*, I’m telling my story be­ cause if I take the rap, it won’t make any difference anyway and if I don’t, I’ll tear this * up. Well, here’s the end of the sheet. I wonder who’ll find this and I pray, for God Al­ mighty’s sake, that I won’t turn white-livered when I get to that church and just sit there and do nothing about the massacre.” July 15. VICTOR CALDWEfLL CHAPTER XXXin Richard’s fingers were trembling as .he dead that name signed in a tall scrawl across the bottom of the pa­ per, He strained his eyes across space and thought of Patsy, For here was information that could give the girl he loved to the man she loved. He realized, too, that if he tore up the paper—told Ted that it ■was nothing important — that later on, when the .shock of this day was over Patsy would marry him. Might even come, with the passing of the years, to really love him. A frown furrowed his forehead and a damp perspiration broke out on his temples. There in his hand, he kept telling himself, lav Lee's happiness—or his own—his own! In the next moment Richard’s square chin became squarer. He cursed lightly aud told himself that a man ought to have more self-re­ spect than to let his thoughts be­ tray him like that! There was only one thing he could—or would—do! He started off down the narrow, cobbled .street, made his way to State Circle and headed for Carvel Hill. Patsy didn’t know it, but Lee had been in bed at the hotel ever since the night of the fire. His arms had been badly burned and one had be­ come dangerously infected. On the street yesterday afternoon when Ri- chaid had run across Dr. Cartright he had learned of Lee’s illness and had gone promptly to see him. Lee was up for the first time in two weeks when he got there and for a long while they sat on the shaded verandah talking. mentioned Patsy, but he had known that she was visibly there between them, keeping their conversation strained and a little inimicable, each sensing the other’s envy: Lee, be­ cause Richard was to have Patsy as his wife; Dick, because Lee was the man Patsy loved. And so when the sunset had flam­ ed brilliantly over the quaint little village, Richard had left with a feel­ ing of heavy depression and doubt, the only consolation had been that Lee was married and that Kitty Mit­ chell made no effort to hide the fact that she would never divorce him or permit him to divorce Jier, The people of Annapolis were whispering that ever since Kitty had been struck on the head she hadn’t been quite sane. She talked wildly at times did strange things, was the victim of absurd obsessions. Neither had Dick Tells Lee At Carvel Hall, Richard ran -up the little flight of stairs two at a time, and hurried into the lobby. He found .Lee at the front office, ob­ viously checking out. He went up to him, drew him aside and told .him briefly what had happened at noon at the chuich. Then he banded him to letter and stood, silentjy waiting. Lee read the page through, his face slowly paling. Richard could see that his shoulders had tensed and that the knuckles on Ills hands show­ ed bone-white. Then he looked up, mot Richard’s grave brown eyes. “Do “Of would ing to not?" ■For Then he shook his blonde head tar- (stand, her slim hand slipping along lornly and looked straight into Rf- the mahogany balustrade, when the you suppose—it's true?" course,” said Richard. “W.hy a man, who knew* he was go- be killed, write it if it were i much! i She was hurrying down the stairs a moment Lee didn’t speak.' hoping that Richard would undor- Wrigley’s Gum helps you keep fit! Relieves that stuffy feeling after eating. Cleanses crevices between teeth, too... assures sweet breath. A simple aid to health! Buy some now! Small in cost but big in benefits! Enjoy it after every meal—millions do! cs-as AAAAAAAAAAA chard’s face. “I’ mafraid you’re a better man than I, Dick. If I had this in niy possession—if I knew that only this sheet of paper lay be­ tween getting the one thing in the world I wanted—I wonder what I would have done!” Richard said, evenly: “Precisely as I’m doing. I know that or else I shouldn’t be here.” And then Rich­ ard jabbed his hands down deep in . ockets in a semblance of ease went on, speaking slowly: “Pat- out at my home. She’s pretty and sy’s upset. I think she'd rather see you than any one in the world. And you are the one to tell her the news.” “And you . . .?” “Ive an experiment. I’ve been wanting to work on for two years. I think I, told you about it one night at the base-camp. '”ou know, there lias never been any interest in my life but work and patsy. And now —I’ll have a great deal more time for research—” his voice broke and he smiled up in that slow, pleasant way of his. He had lied, but it was the kind of a lie that comes from the lips of a gallant gentleman. The two young men shook hands with mute understanding. And then when Lee left in a cab, Richard stood on the steps of Carvel Hall, his dark face very grave, car out of sight, went insid'e to a the rear lobby. He watched the turned at last and telephone bo'oth in What Happened to Kitty? happi- all at there of the the But that end He called Kitty’s number on State Circle, heard her langorous voice answering and told her what had happened, to her husband. He talked luickly, warning her that she was ,o do nothing to disturb ness ot Lee and Patsy, once he was conscious was no one on the other wire. He jerked the receiver book up and down several times and the operator came in on the line and in a nasal voice assured him that he was still connected with his party. He waited a little longer for Kitty, to say something and when she did not '.he hung up, called Admiral Ben­ son, who was in Annapolis to attend the wedding, and told him about the note that had been found in Victor’s pocket. Richard said: “It seems to me, Admiral Benso.n, that that reinstate­ ment that >ve were discussing recent­ ly could be put across rather than hurriedly now that we know Lee was never really married. That he was court-martialed from the navy for something that didn’t exist. What do you think?” The admiral chuckled with pleas­ ure. He said: “I don’t think there’s the slightest doubt about it now.” After Richard hung up, he wan­ dered aimlessly around the wondering how .he could kill He couldnt go home now and rupt Lee and Patsy. At the stand he bought a paper and sank into a red leather lounge and tried to. read. Very vaguely he was «on-j scious of an ambulance siren screech­ ing through the streets, but he had no way of that Kitty facing the leapt from ing room. But Kitty was not to die. After months of suffering she would recover and be forced to face a dis­ grace and humiliation far greater than any one she had tried to inflict upon Lee. lobby time, inter-; news-■ i knowing then, of course, Mitchell, terrified with charge of bigamy, had the window of her draw- No Longer Afraid She in that guest a short time in her bridal a motor of a Spiced eggnog laced with brandy had sent a reviving flame through Patsy’s stricken young body, was lying on the bed chamber, where only before he had dressed gown, when she heard car above the dill of the robins chirp­ ing outside. It was Richard turning into the driveway, of course, and she got up slowly and ran a comb through her golden curls and touched her tear- stained little face with powder. She wanted to see Richard now—to tell him that she couldn’t shake -off the sense that something significant had happened today, something that was not over and done with and that made her know that she loved him to*o little to be his wife—and too front door opened and Lee stood framed there, a tall handsome young man limned against the sunlight. Patsy stopped short, her bieath caught im her throat, .her eyes wide and velvety. Vaguely she was con­ scious of hushed voices iu the gar­ dens, of voices in the Library-’■of Grandfather saying to someone, ‘The sooner we target what happened at St. John’s today tlie’better it will be for all of us—paiticuiarly Patsy.” Slie thought, pressing her hand over her heart as if to still its in­ tolerable beating; “This can’t be Lee It can't—it can’t! I’ve been thro' so many emotional strains I’m los­ ing my mind!” But it was Lee and he was run­ ning up the stairs to her. They were standing in the soft shadows very close together and he was telling her breathlessly, in a voice rough with emotion, about a note—that he was free—that he had never been mar­ ried really—that he knew he could get back in the navy—incredible, fantastic thiirgs! Then, suddenly, she was under­ standing that Lee as speaking things to her heart and soul that would last until eternity. And with his arms, young and strong and tender around her, she was sobbing a little- pering over and aver the most loved name in het world. “Lee—Lee!” THE END -wliis- be- KIRKTON the The Women’s Association The Women’s Association of Kirkton United Church held a social evening Friday, night, September 16 in the Sunday School room. A good number were present. Miss Marion Kemp and little Marion Copeland gave readings. Miss Norina Tufts gave a solo, after which Rev. Mr. Lewis gave a very interesting talk on his experiences and work in the southern part of Saskatchewan where he was preaching during the past summer. Rev, Mr. Lewis is to be congratulated on the wonderful mis­ sionary work he has done for the people of the Western provinces. A dainty lunch was served at the dose of the meeting. GOVERNMENT REST RIOTED AREA PLAN FOR ERADICATION OF BOVINE TUBERCULOSIS Huron County fanners are to be given the opportunity of voting in favour or against the Federal Gov­ ernment Restricted Area Plan, for the eradication of Bovine Tubercul­ osis, for every cattle herd in the en­ tire county. During the June session, the Hur­ on County Council endorsed the Plan and suggested that the Agricultural Representative hold a series of ed­ ucational meetings to acquaint the cattle owners with the rules and re­ gulations of the Restricted Area Plan. On September 7th a meeting of ■the agricultural Committee of the Huron County Council was held in Clinton, and this meeting authorized the newly appointed Agricultural Representative, Mr. James C. Shear­ er, to hold the meetings mentioned above, in October and November of this year to give every farmer the opportunity of attending a meeting near his home. The Advisory Agri­ cultural 'Committee, with the Agri­ cultural Representative co-operating have arranged for thirty-five meet­ ing throughout every township. At each meeting the Restricted Area Plan will be discussed both pro and con. Questions will be in­ vited from the audience so that there will, be no misunderstandings on the regulations. If the meeting approves, two canvassers will be ap­ pointed for each school section to canvass t<he cattle owners for their l Briefly the Restricted Area Plan is as follows: There must be 66 2-3 per cent, of the cattle owners from Huron County pledged by signatures on the petition before the Federal Government will commence the test. All cattle must be given the serum test for Tuberculosis symptoms. Animals that show reaction to the test must be sent to the packing houses for slaughter. Compensation is paid for both grades and pure- breds with a maximum of $(4 0.0 0 for .grades and $100.00 for pure-breds. In addition the owner receives the carcass value from the Packing Com­ pany. No cattle from unrestricted areas can be brought into the County un­ til they have been tested and found free of tuberculosis, with the excep­ tion of feeder steers and heifers which can be brought in under li­ cense and kept isolated until tested. 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