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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-01-16, Page 2TWHSPAY, 4ANCAKY 10th, XMO THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE glllllllllllllllllllllllMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIIN | “Money Isn’t Everything” | s by ANNE MARY LAWLER B IllllllBlllllllllOlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllOlllllllllllllllU synopsis Three days before his wedding wealthy Jill Morton, Lyle Put­ nam, penniless socialite, receives a. $50,000 legacy from an obscure cousin. He immediately elopes with Valerie Brooke, ambitious showgirl* leaving. Jill to face the subsequent publicity1' Usable to endue the scandal, Jill leaves town with her Aunt, Lucy, goes to New York preparatory to sailing for South America. She brings with her a letter written by John Mor­ ton, her father, recommending Joan Merrill, an old school friend, for a position in Morton’s New York branch store. Finding Joan has left town, Jill decides to .use the letter herself. She sends her Aunt Lucy on the trip alone, has her red. hair dyed blond, and applies for the position. G-0 ON WITH THE STORY Gerda was aghast. “But every­ body wants red-haired models, dozen jobs I could get 7°* red hair.” She ran distracted fin­ gers through the copper curls. in the show bhsiness. In the beauty business.” ” '‘The job I want needs a blonde, Jill smiled firmly. “A tall blonde with sleek hair. It’s all verv simple.” i . ■Gerda’s heavy fingers moved deftly. A paralyzing reek of am- ’mania and peroxide stung Jills ^“Your skin is light. That is good. And your eyes are blue. That, also is good. You will—match. So few do ” She swabbed ardently, strand by' strand. “You will not know yourself. No. do not look into the mirror. Not yet, it is not time. Jilb closed her eyes. Strong, t - tored fingers moved through hei hair Gerda’s voice droned on. Two hours and twenty anecdotes later, Gerda swung the chair about to face the mirror. “Now, she said, “seef” . , , jill looked intently into the cheap glass and saw—a familiar strang- • “You are surprised? You like yourself better?” Gerda’s voice was “1 don’t know.” Jill stared fas­ cinated. “I’ll have to make my ac­ quaintance all over again. iBeneath the silver-gilt hair, the brow appeared higher, wider. Lack­ ing their complement of ruddy curls, her eyes were less intensely blue. They seemed calmer,^ deep­ er,. grayer. The veiling of. coppei ringlets about her ears had disap­ peared. Sleek golden hair drained sharply back. Suddenly Jill be­ came aware that her face lines were more than severely pretty. They had distinction and dignity. The jaw was strong in a sure, sweeping line. The cheekbones were faint­ ly pronounced. The noes was the same, straight, small; but the mouth—there was a difference. “You have grown up,” Gerda said wisely. That was it. She had grown up. The face before Jill was no longer that of a vivid and sparkling young girl. It had matured. In so. short a space of time it had taken on the. guise of a serene and poised woman. “Your ' own mother would pass you by on the street,” Gerda bragged. t u “Or my own father,” exulted Jill. Now, here, was the beginning. From this moment on, she promised her­ self, Jill Morton is lost. Now, at lash I am free of her. f Applies for Jei’ • It was Ioan Merrill who tipped the grateful Gerda, promised to re­ turn faithfully for the weeklv “touch-up”, and left the dingy shop with a letter that would change the plan and pattern of her whole exig­ ence.’ It was Joan Merrill who walked calmly into the Morton Fifth Avenue store and casually demand­ ed to see the personnel director. She was ushered into a neat, com­ pact office, seated before a mahog­ any desk with a small .sign, 'Mr, Another Bad Hightu Could Bet No Best To the thousands wlio toss, night after bight, oh sleepless beds add to Whoso eyes slumber will hot com®. To those who sleep in a land of way, but whose rest is broken, by bad diOams and nightmares. To those who wake up in the morning as tited aS on going fb bod, Wd offer in Milburn’s Health and Nerve Fills a remedy to help soothe and calm the nerves and bring ihmk Laclr' to a perfect condition, and when, this Is done there should be no more sleepier nights due to shat­ tered nerve#. i The T. SBbarn IM, Toronte, Clinton Lormer/’ She presented her letter like a polite child, and watched Morton’s personnel direc­ tor read it. 4 His thin, dark face remained ex­ pressionless. but Jill decided with delight that he was none top pleased at having the Old Man foist “some society dame” on him. .She smiled. Mr. Clinton Lor- mer almost smiled in return. He tapped’ the letter with a pompous finger, “Mr. Morton says—” Her voice was smooth and sweet, “Uncle John—I mean—Mr. Mor­ ton—■” a delicious bit of embar­ rassment—’“said he was sure there would be some opening here for me.” .Mr. Clinton Lormer registered sur­ prise. “You are—his niece?” “Oh, no. not actually. But his daughter—Jill—and I were room­ mates at school. And Uncle—I mean Mr, Morton—was an old J bean of my mother’s." [ Well, it was true, wasn’t it? Jill i thought to herself. “I see.” The dark face bright­ ened. “I ■— see.” “I stayed with the Morton’s in Chicago last week,” she confided, i ‘‘And Unc—Mr. Morton and I dis­ cussed the New York branch. I said I’d like to work here., And here I am.” She laughed careless­ ly, the sure laugh of a favored child well aware that she is fa­ vored. “I see,.” Mr. Lormer said again. “Is there any particular, branch of the business in which you are in­ terested-” His tone struck exactly the proper note of obsequious con­ fidence. She opened her eyes quite wide. “Oh yes, all of it." Mr. JLormer groaned inwardly. “I mean,” he hastened to correct himself, “what sort of work had you planned to do?” She Wants to be a Model “I’ve had a good deal of .exper­ ience—amateur experience. Junior League affairs—" her voice trailed , appealingly. I He appraised her with furtive interest. -Good model material. Tall, but with the proper rounded slen­ derness. Long hands 'and feet. Slim legs and ankles. ■ That amaz­ ing hair—- “• “We need good models,” he ad­ mitted. “Then it’s settled.” Jill grew brisk and businesslike and the heri­ tage of John Morton came to the fore. “And —the salary?” He was afraid of that. "Qin* models usually receive salaries in proportion to their experience,” he said importantly. “However, in your case—shall we begin with- ” John Morton’s letter stared up at him accusingly—“$60—no—$75 a wee?" He was amazed that she merely nodded agreement to the I. overgenerous figure. ; ‘-Now I’ll fill out the usual em- I plbyment card. Your name again’” ! Jill Morton looked at her fath- 1 er’s underling and in a calm, clear 1 voice said, “Joan Merrill.” He stopped writing for a xnoment “Thomas Merrill’s daughter?" he asked, Jill felt as though the floor were slipping from beneath her feet. "Yes.” “X knew your father well," Mr Lormer said. Jill froze with fear- He resumed writing. “I haven’t seen him since you were a little girl.” he smiled reminiscently. Jill relaxed, with a long sigh of. relief. Safe, so far! CHAPTER IX It was only suitable and fitting, thought Mr. Clinton Lormer grand­ ly, that he himself should induct the latest model into her new posi­ tion. Courtesy to a friend of John Morton’s—business policy'—-(kind­ ness to the daughter of an old ac- quaintance—it would do no harm, certainly, and it might* be fruitful of pleasant consequences. And be* sides, the persounel director mused, lie liked the girl. She had some­ thing—appealing, He dialed his telephone impor­ tantly several times, delivered him­ self of brisk and businesslike com­ munications, • "Now, Miss Merrill, III take you right over to Mr. Arthur Brinker. He’s in charge of the gown depart­ ment I’ll introduce you to him and leave you in his care.*' “Thank you/.’ Jill smiled grate­ fully. Meeting the Hoss Mr. Arthur Brinker, it seemed, was to be one of them. He was an .unpleasant looking person, of mid­ dle age and height, greasy of skin. and bulbous of girth. His little 1 pig eyes were hard and cold and 1 his manner subtly insulting. j “Ah, ves—Miss—” he consulted ! the employment car#, '"MerrilL Yes?* One X-ray glance was sufffc- j lent to give- Jill the peculiar sense- j I tian that her suit was transparent “Come with nje,” he ordered. Jill trailed him through a long gray corridor, shortening hex* naturally long stride that she might not step on his heels. He stopped before a door, and seized the arm of a small, slender girl, with a blue-black mane of hair and enormous dark eyes, a girl who obviously was, for all her micro­ scopic' size, a model, , “Before you go in, Toni—this is the new girl—Miss—ah” another glance at the card. "Miss Merrill.” The dark eyes surveyed her am­ iably, “Show hei* the dressing rooms, Toni. Explain the usual rules and have her meet the other girls. And i Toni—•” his voice carried the in­ ner conviction that it was all a waste of time, “have them fit Miss ' —, Merrill—into the Avalon model, ! And the blue Vardi. I’ll be back later.” He was hardly out of earshot be­ fore Topi grinned impudently, and murmured in a velvet voice, “Fat pig!” Jill laughed with delight, laughter in which, the small girl was quick to join. A Her New Friend “I think we’ll get along. I’m Toni Drake. What’s your name?” . ' Jill had the odd impulse to say “Jill Morton”, and watch Toni’s little pointed chin fly in open amazement. Instead she said cool­ ly. “Joan Merrill.” Perhaps she said “Joan Merrill” enough she might get used to it. She repeated the formula to give herself further assurance. A “Call me Toni. You won’t mind • if I call you Joan? We’re very in­ formal here.” She pushed open the door. “You’ll want to meet the oth­ er girls.” Toni made the introductinos care­ lessly. “Another inmate—” she waved an eloquent hand. "Miss Merrill. Call her, Joan." She pointed toward a quiet, brown-hair­ ed girl with grave hazel eyes and brilliant coloring. “Mildred Wal­ lace. Known as Mid, Sports stuff.” From a studio couch in the corner two identical oval faces were rais­ ed, two identical pairs of blue eyes were focussed. “The ' twins—Ste- 1 phanie and Isolde Burt. Theix* mother . had romantic ideas but they’re Steve and Izzie here.” The twins acknowledged the introduc­ tion with the same casual flirt of identical butter-yellow heads, like .twin shaggy chrysanthemums on ' the same stem. “Brinker uses Steve and Izzie when he wants to overwhelm a client with numbers." One girl remained, sprawled on the chair by the window. She low­ ered the newspaper she had been devouring and fixed a large brown stare on the newcomer. Her hair flamed an unbelievable . Titian. “That one over there,” said Toni with a barely perceptible change of voice, “is Gabrielle Roberts. Known as Gay. 'She was named after an angel, but has the disposition of a fiend ” An Enemy in the Making,: “Shutup, Toni,” Gay responded lazily. ’ “And hello—whatever your name is.” Jill disliked her instantly. The welcome of the other gilds, if not warm, had been at least pleasant. But Gay had injected in­ to the drawling syllables a note of contempt Jill flushed angrily, and was instinctively annoyed with he” self. “My name’s Joan,” she was courteous with an effort. “Joan Merrill.” “You’re the gal Granite Puss Morton sent in to see Lormer.” Gav was deliberately malicious. “No wonder you got the job.” Toni took a hand in the conver­ sation. "The Pinkertons lost a good bet the day Gay decided there was more—future—in modeling. She’s up on all the latest dirt, most times even before it’s out.” Jill was inclined to agree.' “Joan Merrill——” All thfe other girls were listening now, “Went to school with the old man’s daugb ter, didn’t you?” “Yes." The monosyllable was designed to terminate the discus­ sion abruptly. It failed. “What’s she like — Morton’s kid?” Gay tapped her newspaper noisily. .“Pictures of her look pret­ ty good but those wealthy dames can afford swell photographers. Lord knows what they look like in real life." Jill had not counted on this. Al* her newly-acquired poise and as­ surance melted away in the heat of her fury, Gay.’s eyes were sharp. Suppose—suppose-— She hoard her own voice sayihg idly, “So-so." Httwh Words for Jill Gay’s snort of lattghtoi’ contained no mirth, “What did I tell you?" she flung to the room at largo. "All .. •» * Uifuh Red headed like me, Isn’t she?” Jill’s hand sought hex’ own hair instinctively,, her bright, burnished, newly-shining eun of gold. “No,” ■ she said slowly, deliberately, “not like you,” “Jill Morton,” said John Mor­ ton’s only daughter reflectively- “is aH right, spoiled* maybe, but what can you expect with all that money? We were roommates at school, We ■ don’t see much of each other now, ' for lots of reasons, none of them ' Important/’ ; “What does the old walrus think of this?" Gay and her newspaper again, "Boy, I'll .bet he throws it j fit a day and two on Sundays. Can ' you tie it? AU that cash and his I kid still gets left at the altar. That Putnam guy’s a knockout, Ever meet him?” Jill fought against her rising an­ ger, . She must—-she must keep her head. The wrong word now— She hoped her voice was properly casual, “Once or twice. He’s very —handsome”, So much she could add tp that—that he is tall and dark and sleek and sulky. That he has a voice very warm and moving and — all the how to them. “I’ll approved, through with the deal till that old dame out West died and left him all the cash. Then — pffft—he grabs off his old gii’l friend and they elope before you can say ‘annual dividend’.- Showgirl, wasn’t she?" “Of a sort." How much longer was this inquisition going to last, Jill wondered in desperation, Toni put in a word. “The girl he married’—that Brooke dame— she was a smartie. When you try to make a comeback in the show business, publicity doesn’t hurt you at all, does it?” * TO PEOPLE WHO CANNOT SWALLOW PILLS plausible. That he knows proper things to say, and make a foolish girl believe That his kisses^----- give the guy credit," Gay 'He was willing to go If ypu, feel sluggish, depressed, liverish or are inclined to constipa­ tion—just try this treatment for two weeks: Ta/je enowgh Krttsc/ien fo coper a ctime, in warm water every morning. Nothing could be easier to take, and Kruschen is not harsh, but is a mild, gentle laxative. Cpiistipatjon is paused mainly by lack of moisture in the large intes­ tine. Kruschen contains carefully blended mineral salts, that bring back the moisture. Besides cleaning out stagnating poisonous waste matter, Kruschen. helps to rid the bloodstream of other poisons result­ ing from constipation. Get a 25c size of Kruschen from your druggist and within two weeks you’ll feel .your old good health coming back. Other size at 75c. tribution to the debate. ‘<Maybo money isn’t everything, Gay, hut it has its usee,” “And Us disadvantages,” Gay added brightly, “Nobody ever knows when a poor girl gets jilted, except the people close to her, But ah> the publicity fox1 a daughtex* of tlxe great!" Hex* eyes met Jill’s in > delighted gloating. Toni took Jill’s arm and moved away, flinging one last barbed sen­ tence across a shapely shoulder, "Isn't it lucky for yon, Gay, that yon haven’t a dime?” ■ Jill thought to herself fiercely: a job, a fi’iend and an enemy—-all One day, I've made progress, TO 'BE CONTINUED in The Exeter Times-^dvocate Established 1373 and 1337 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday juoruipiS SUBSCRIPTION—$2.0.0 per year advance RATES—Farm Reni Estate for sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertions. 35c. each, subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar* ttoles, Tp Reut, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c, per line of six woida. Reading notices. 10c, per line. Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad, vertising 12 and 8c. per line. Is, Memoriam, with cue verse 50c< extra verses 25q, each. Afeiuber of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Assochvtion A Nexv Idea fox’ Jill Oddly enough, that thought -had not once occurredd to Jill. Suppose —the notion struck her . with pe- culiai’ force—suppose Valerie had married Lyle solely fpr the news value of the act,? After all. there had been nothing to prevent her from marrying him before Ac­ cording to the newspaper testimony, and duly witnessed by all the bet­ ter gossip • columns, Lyle Putnam had pursued the ambitious Valerie for months Standing in the smoke-heavy room Jill viewed the situation from a new, a different angle. Suppose Valerie Brooke had married Lyle Putnam fox’ the publicity, to make her long-desired comeback possible? That was cheating the cheater. There was a certain grim justice in the tangle, after -all. , One of the twins—they were practicably . indistinguishable -— chipped in lazily. “I still think it. was a.\ lousy trick. Puts the poor kid in- a' rotten spot. The Morton girl, I mean." “Say that, loud enough,” Gay ad­ vised, “and maybe you’ll get a raise. Or the gate,” She turned to Jill “We’re not supposed to discuss the matter here. Loyalty to the hand that fbeds us, and all that thing. But you. needn’t worry," Her voice segregated Jill into a class apart, sheltered by the shadow of the great Morton name, Keeping Her Temper Toni lifted a cornex* of hex* mouth in an amused grimace. “I wouldn’t like to be in that youiig man's socks when lie runs into old Granite Puss Morton for the first time. I lay my money on Papa." “What does a girl like that do,” a twin wanted to know, “when ev­ erything blows uj) a couple of days before her wedding?" “Ah—<” Gay’s sigh was rich in malicious relish. “A noor girl would go off in a corner somewhere and lick her wounds for a while. Mav- be she’d even leave ,town and trv to get a job some place else, where, nobody knows her And , if she couldn't do that, she’d have to stav around and stick it out. She’d have to go in to work every dav, know­ ing that everybody in the place was feeling sorry foi* her., ar even laugh­ ing at her. That’s what a poor girl would do ” Jill bit her lip to prison the W'irdu that trembled on lxer tongue “It’s different when you. money/’. C _ "... Morton gets bundled off on a trin around _, dears, And maybe to snag herself another husband, lot of things. But I suppose even old John Morton knows by this time that money isn’t everything." Mid Wallace made her' first con- have Gay’ was. expansive. “The the world—to forget, mv Money can do a HOAX Up in onp of the villages in New England* traversed by a well-travel­ ed highway, lived a lazy, good-for- nothing fellow who was christened Matthew, but whom, for some rea­ son I never learned, the natives all called "Leg o’ Mutton’ Jpne?, He nevex- held a steady job for more than two weeks in his life so snejxt most of his time just loafing his old, had ten around the village. One day aunt died and left him an tumble-dpwn brick house that been unoccupied fox’ eight or years and the family home further along on a side street, * 'Leg o’ Mutton’ hit on a scheme of tearing down, the old house, then using the brick to build an ‘Antique Shoppe’ patterned on the same gen­ eral design oi: pre-colonial bricks. To get his stock of ‘antiques’ he made a trip to Grand Rapids—be­ cause he wanted to' give his custo­ mers some nice, fresh antiques, On this trip to Grand Rapids he picked up a lot of new ideas....one of which was that the more exclusive and hard to get he made his ‘merchan­ dise’, the higher price he could charge. • ' So, when he opened for business, he hung out a sign that told the (so-called) history of the building and its Revolutionary significance, and he. made the ‘suckers’—tour­ ists—pay an admission fee’of 25c, children 10c. In nine months, he had collected from 18,000 tourists —and the villagers say he sold more ‘antiques' and at higher pric­ es than any othei’ shoppe along the Post Road. * There isn’t any moral. Why should there be? But, in closing, may I say “All is not gold. that glitters”...And, for a ne’er-do-well, it seems that ‘Leg o’ Mutton’ did right well! f -Vera of Vermont Food for Thought (writes Hi Grader) the destistIf advises you not to take gas when you are going to have a tooth ex­ tracted, it is probably because he doubts his ability to tell when yon are unconscious. Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY (F, W» Gladman) BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, &c, Money to Loian, Investments Mad* Insurance Safe-deposit Vaults for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HENSALL CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &c- L0AN3, INVESTMENTS, INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Msain Strew0, EXETER, ONT. Dr. G, F. Roulston, L.D.S..D.D.S. DENTIST Office; Carling Block EXETER, ONT. dosed Wednesday Afternoonjs Dr. H. H. COWEN, L.D.S.,D.D. 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