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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1938-11-10, Page 2THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1938 ..-i .................,f, , ■ ■■ 11. .■■■■»-......... THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE 6 CONFEDERATION LIFE FOR STRENGTH, SERVICE AND SECURITY | Jf..c\ •"............. ... 3IASSEY-HARRIS REIJIJCES PRICES He was still there when Sonya Slipped into the room, a slim little figure nearly lost in her oilskins. She fought to close out the gale and could not. Lashing rain poured Ip. Rand went and closed the door. iSonya stood with her back to it, breathless and worn. She appeared so utterly fragile and wan at the mo ment that Rand wanted to take her her into his arms. Only realization of the folly of that checked his de sire. There was always the know ledge that she belonged rightfully to another. “It’s over, Sonya,” he said. “Over and done with. Maya Jack is in irons.” Sonya smiled faintly. Then appar ently aware that the oilskins and rubber detracted from hei' femin inity, she removed them. She stood before him, looking almost boyish in her slacks and jersey. She swayed toward him, her dark eyes meeting his and shining -with a strange glow that he did not try to fathom. “I’ll never forget what you’ve done Rand,’’ she whispered. “Never—” Then .suddenly, Rand was holding her in his arms, against the drip ping raincoat. His lips found her mouth, crushed against it, found it warm and soft and responsive. Abruptly he put her from him at arm’s length. “I’m sorry, Sonya,” he said, hoarsely. “I’m not, Rand,” she replied quiet ly. “I shall not forget that either.” Rand frowned, set his teeth over his lower lip hard, so as not to- say the things that threatened to burst from his lips. He wanted desperate ly to say to her that no one, nothing of the past meant anything now. Nothing or no one of the future mat tered—except they .themselves. He wanted to tell her that -the past was all a mistake, a false start. That was the beginning—their’s alone. He knew that wouldn’t do. And he turned away to bend over his charts. The charts were blurred before his eyes, and he knew only of her presence behind him. denly he didn’t blame Maya Cannaghan much. Perhaps Jack’s way was best after all. what you want . . . mad thought! Sonya came and stood beside him at the charts. “Rand,” she said, “Maya Jack told me tonight just before you came to my cabin that he did not intend to take me back to Maglaya. We—we were so very right.” “And he so very wrong,” said, smiling at her. “So iwrong.” Sonya stayed there in room, huddled in a chair tween the table and the wall. It was the only way to ride the violent pitching of the schooner. Rand saw that she tried to sleep, but each time she dozed the fury of the gale rose to new crescendo and she started up, trembling. Hours passed, but not the storm. Unabated, its ferocity continued un til it seemed even that would be spent. The Ventura rode it well, as Rand had been confident it would. He knew there was less to fear of the sea than of the men who- had shipped aboard his craft. It was midnight when Balu burst into the chartroom. Something else entered with the native—fear. Rand saw a nasty wound on temple. He heard Balu Jack! He comes!” Rand sprang forward closed the door. He against storm and man. He was like a mechanical thing then, moving with precision. He swtiched off the lights, then closed the ports and slid shut the window shutters. He took his own revolver and the one he had taken from Maya Sud- Jack Maya Take Rand very, very the chart- braced be- the man’s gasp: “Maya and pushed locked it, FORDaMOTELS r f' ► HOHLS vnwra LOCATED ► tASY MSURES MontreaUoronto -F£. -EP. BUF FALO • ET R I F BOILS—Bad Blood the Cause Boils are simply an evidence of the contaminated blood within, com ing to the Surface. Just when you think you are rid of one, another crops up to take its place and prolong your misery. All the lancing and poulticing you do will not stop more coming. Why not give that old, reliable, blood purifying medicine Burdock Blood Bitters a chance to banish the boils f Thousands have used it dur ing the bast 60 years. Take B.B.B, Get rid. of the bad blood and boils too. The T. Milburn Co,, Ltd,, Toronto, Ont. Jack from the pockets of his oilskins and laid them on the table. Only then did he turn to- question Balu. “What happened??’ he demanded. “Pete Barker left the helm, said the native, in his painful English. “I saw him go to the hatch where are Maya Jack and the two others. I go to him, but before I could -draw knife he hit me with marline-spike." Rand looked at Sonya. Her face was tragic. “Oh, Rand—•” she began, a sob shaking her body, “What happened after Pete Bark er slugged you?”’Rand snapped at Balu. “I slipped to the deck, and rolled to the rail. My brain was gone, and my sight. I tried to get up, but my muscles were water, I fell blind; and unknowing to the -deck again. Next I knew Maya Jack was com- i ing from the hold, and the big red bearded man—” Rand moved to the porthole on the side near the corner to the deck lad der. Opening it he saw two- figures below. They were indistinguishable for the sea was breaking over them. But he knew that it could only be Maya Jack and Jacques LeBlanc. Rand saw them fighting toward the chartroom ladder. He took up a re volver and fired a shot at their feet. The crack of the gun was no more thau a drop of a pin against howling of the gale, but its streak glared in the murk night. He saw the two scramble out of range. He . . . tensely. A shot rang out and shattered the glass of the open port. Rand saw the spurt of fire, but dared not risfc a second shot himself. He closed the port. Sonya was at his side. There was no glaring lightning now to reveal her startled face’. - ■ - body against his. bling. Rand spoke to gun. Try to kill take no- risks. Mrs. Duraud— Rand felt Sonya’s hand creep up his arm. “Rand,” she said, the fear and excitment suddenly gone from lier voice. “Rand, don’t call me Mrs. Duraud. I never was—” She broke off as a barrage of shots sounded in sudden lull in the gale. The slugs beat a furious tattoo up on the door of the chartroom, punc turing splintered holes in the panel ing. Rand dragged Sonya to the floor, against danger of ricocheting bullets. He firing into tack ended, the gale. Minutes passed. Rand stood porthole, watching the deck, caught sight of a figure, raised his revolver, but found liimself unable to pull the trigger. His right hand was stiff and aching. Hasty examin ation showed that the wrist was swollen, and the swelling was spread ing to his hand. Evidently he had fractured a bone in wrist or hand when striking Maya Jack in Sonya’s cabin. Rand frowned in annoyance. His hand was becoming useless when he needed it most. Sonya treated the injury with io dine from the medicine chest. She bandaged the wrist tightly. That was all that could be done. Balu stood guard at the portholes. But no further attack came. Maya Jack was wise enough and cautious enough not to risk injury or possible death by futile attack. He knew he had his quarry cornered. Those hours were the worst Rand had spent at sea. The storm took on all the fury of a typhoon. The wind increased its velocity, and the sea in its upheaval was .a titanic maelstrom. There was no longer any horizon at all. The cloud ceil ing pressed down and the water wail ed in about the schooner which seem ed about like a bamboo shoot. Sonya had come to Rand, she stood by his side when the schooner struck Hei- startled cry was muffled by the crash of thb' shattered hull. A trem or swept the ship from stem to stern, and the entire craft seemed to- go over on its starboard side. Sonya was thrown into Rand’s arms, and together they were flung -against the chartroom wall, stunned and terror- stricken. Every piece of furniture not se cured to the floor tumbled across the room to crash into the slanting wall. The walls were wrenched loose, gap ed and let in a torrent of rain. The skylight Came down a shatter of glass. Rand held Sonya to him to protect her from the flying wreckage, She' clung to- him. But then the schoon er was steady, in its off-keyed posi tion, Hand knew what had happened, and a new fear swept over him, “We have struck a reef!” he cried. “Gome We must get out of here-—” Balu Was behind them in darkness. They could hear the saffron of the figures waited But he felt her Sonya was trem- Balu. “Take a Maya Jack. But We’ll be no good to ■dead.” saw Balu at a porthole the storm. Then the at- and there remained only at a He the his IllllllllllllUllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllhV heavy breathing. He seemed strug gling with something. “The door-—it won’t open!” the native said in his guttural tones, Following the outcry, the door did open. It burst inward undei* the weight of a big form. In the door way stood Maya Jack Cannaghan, outlined by a jagged streak of light ning that flared jn the murk outside. “Sonya!” Maya Jack shouted. ‘‘Sonya—come! We’ve got to get into the boats, The schooner hit a reef and is settling—’’ Rand moved forward, his left arm about Sonya. The gun in his pocket was forgotten. Balu too seemed to have forgotten that Maya Jack was their enemy. Either had forgotten or was unarmed. Rand marveled at Maya Jack’s nerve. The man had risked a shot from within the chart room to come for Sonya. They reached the sloping deck as the schooner gave a lurch to star board, Rand and Sonya reached the railing safely, but Maya Jack and Balu >\vere flung into the foaming sea washing the deck. Rand work ed his way along the rail. Sonya fol lowed close. They reached the nearest life-boat and dropped into it as two of the crew lowered it from its -davits. Pete Barker was groveling in the boat’s bottom. The boat, with its five passengers touched the water, was seized by it and hurled high. It was but a frail shell in all that turbulent water. They lay in the bottom, clinging to the thwarts. Pete Barker's whining voice rose even above the storm. “I—knew—it was the end!” he choked. The boat settled once and stopped its mad careening. Rand rose to his feet. Lightning flashed, turned the water •world unnatural blue. Rand glimpsed a vague shape across the water. “There’s land fifty yards off!” he cried. Then tons of water broke over the boat. The boat capsized, and Rand felt the sea come up and claim him. He pitched about for what seemed an eternity, then the crest broke and he floated in less turbulent water. A fear ate at his heart. He shout ed, “Sonya! Sonya! Where are you” There was only the boiling of the sea. “Sonya!” A wall of murky water slapped him, dragged him with it. He fought the sea, his one arm useless. “Sonya!” he cried. The wind flung back his cry. was not allowed the right her name. eJlow- mack kaue iauedf ia the. lait twelve. moedki? THERE is one certain way to make yourself save. Purchase a Confederation Life policy. You then find yourself setting aside a sum regularly. The money is definitely saved. In addition, you immediately set up an estate of thousands of dollars. Last year, with the stroke of a pen, many men added to their estate by putting a part of their savings into Confederation Life insurance. Many of these policies included a special bene fit providing a monthly income in the event of total disability from sickness or accident. ERATION LIFE ASSOCIATION ONE OF THE WORLD’S GREAT LIFE INSURANCE INSTITUTIONS F. J. DELBRIDGE, Representative, EXETER Massey-Harris Company, through its Vice-President and General Man ager, J. S. Duncan, have announced price reductions on its line of farm equipment, “The Company is pleas ed to announce’ states the message, “substantial list price reductions on Tractors and General Farm Machin ery, effective November 1st, 1938." “The reductions are the result," says Mr. Duncan, “of a desire on the part of the Company to share with its customers the benefits of econo mics effected, together with the sav ings resulting from the present slight decrease in prices of raw ma terials.” Reductions on Tractors range as high as $84,00 and on Grain Bind ers with enclosed gears the reduc tions range up to $9.75 ^ud'on the Open Gear Binder up to $30.00. Plows show a reduction up to $7, and -Grain Drills up to $'8.00 accord ing to sizes. In his announcement, Mr. Duncan says, “The Company is gratified to be able to make these reductions at this time,” and states that from the substantial nature of them 'they Will be -of material benefit to the farmer who needs to replace his machinery.’ “We have a very real apprecia tion,” states Mr. Duncan, “of the difficulties which confront the farm er and are unceasing in our efforts to provide him with machinery at the very lowest possible price. More than that, our desire to make farm ing more profitable has led to the development of newer types of ma chines, such as the Power-Take-,Oft Mower, the One-Way Disc and the new small Power-Take-Off Reaper- Thresher Combine which reduces the cost of harvesting by from ten to fifteen cents a bushel. These, and the new lower-operating cost Tract ors are an indication of the effort the Implement Industry is putting forth to make farming more profit able.” Exeter ®tmea-Aiiuuratr Established 1873 and 1887 at Exeter, Ontario Published pvery Thursday moraine SUBSCRIPTION—82.010 per year in advance RATE'S—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c. each Insertion for first four insertions. 25c. each subse quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c. per line of six words, Reading notices 10c, per line. Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad' vertising 12 and 8c. per line. In Memoriam, with one verse 50o, extra verses 25c. each. Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY (F. W. Gladman) BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, &c Money to Loan, Inveatmeurtv Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vaults for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HE NS ALL CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, • LOANS, INVESTMENTS, INSURANCE Office; Carling Block, Mjain Stree*, EXETER, ONT. Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S. DENTIST Office: Carting Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoons CHAPTER Ever?” movement Rand Kirby made in his struggle against the raging sea was torture. It was a handicap ped struggle at best, he with an in jured arm. Panic had come to since the schooner’s lifeboat had sized and Sonya and he and others had been flung overboard the maelstrom. The night hours had been filled with horror, since the moment Rand and Balu had clapped Maya Jack in chains. The typhoon would have been horror enough. Maya Jack’s escape from the schooner’s‘hold had come as a nightmarish, unreal epi sode. But Rand’s concern now, as he was flung about by the water, was not raised by Maya Jack’s escape; his panic was because of Sonya’s danger. Sonya had been lying on the bot tom of the boat when a mountainous wave had struck and overturned it. Rand’s fear was that Sonya might have been thrown into the sea in a state of unconsciousness. He no longer called her name. Shouting was useless. So too were his struggles. The seething sea car ried him with it, flung him high with its crest, and dropped him again as they broke. Rand was dazed by the lashing of the water, when the sea finally let him down, hard and with jolting finality. It was done with him. He felt loose sand under him as he lay in shallow foam. .It was done with him. He dragged himself high on the beach and lay panting for water- free breath. He got unsteadily to his feet after a time, his entire being aching as if it had been beaten. Torrents of’rain beat down, thunderously. Rand stumbled along the beach. He saw a figure crawling out of the surf. It was Pete Barker. The man was near collapse. His trembled as if with the ague, grasped Pete by the shoulders hauled him across the sand. *The girl?” Rand demanded. “Do you know what happened to Sonya Duraud?” Pete lay, a limp shuddering heap. “I don’t—know,” he choked. I was in the water alone—” , Rand left him and stumbled through the rain. He followed i beach for perhaps a half mile : then his way was blocked by a pile I of coral rock, He retraced his steps one qf the seamen. (To be continued) wouldn't vote for you if you the Angel Gabriel,” expostulat- the “If I were and saw another figure then—this time “i were ed the indignant citizen, and suave politician repled: the Angel Gabriel you wouldn’t even be in my precinct.” TELEPHONE him” E E “I on the and little body Rand and Reductions in telephone rates — local and long distance — in 1935, '36 and '37 have effected savings to telephone users in Ontario and Quebec of nearly one million dollars yearly. spec:1 G. Lawson Manager OABLEGBAM FROM KING ON HER 105TH BIRTHDAY Mrs. Mary Avery, Mitchell, receiv ed a cablegram from the King and Queen, congratulating her on her 105th birthday, which she celebrated on November 2nd. Mrs. Avery lives with two daughter. Dr. H. H. COWEN, L.D.S.,D.DS. DENTAL SURGEON Office opposite the PoBt Office, Main Street, Exeter Office 36w Telephones Rea. 36) Closed Wednesday Afternoons ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. No. 1, DASHWOOD FRANK TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER P. O. or RING 138 USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY Head Office, Exeter, Ont. President, ......... Mitchell, R.R. Vice-President .... JOHN ' Kirkton, R.R. DIRECTORS W. H. COATES .. JOHN McGRATH WM. HAMILTON T. BALLANTYNE AGENTS JOHN ESSERY ............... Centralia ALVIN L. HARRIS .... Mitchell R. 1 THOS. SCOTT ................... Cromarty SECRETARY-TREASURER B. w. F. BEAVERS .......... Exeter GLADMAN & STANBURY Solicitors, Exeter ANGUS SINCLAIR .1 HACKNEY 1 ............... Exeter ............... Dublin Cromarty R. 1 Woodham R. 1 has no Distant Relatives family is soNot that the Watson all. On the contrary ncles, aunts, cousins, nephews, nieces and so on, scattered across the Dominion But they never lose track of each other. Long Distance brings 1 again on many anniversary dal occasions throughout the £ surprisingly little cost there are them to Cedar Chests AND NEW FURNITURE Also furniture remodelled to order. We take orders for all kinds of ca binet work for kitchens, etc at the DASHWOOD PLANING MILL Sales Tax is Off All kinds of Lumber is Lower in Price B. C. Shingles Always on Hand A. J. CLAT WORTHY Phone 12 Granton A saucy damsel was speeding through traffic. She soon found her self stopped by an offiser of the law. “Loolt here,” growled the cop; “where’s the fire?” “What are you worrying about?” she countered, “You’re no fireman.” o—o—o She is old enough to be called 'Miss’ if she knows when her dad is pouting or just trying to be digni fied,