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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-05-22, Page 2THURSDAY, MAY 23n<l, 1941 THE EXETER TIMES-ApVPCATE He he was all washed up here. returned and Jill •J J I her ■itt with me be fly It had a sloppiness, paper and away the with you she And she him her glass out like not mar- S1 WHY HAVE SORE FEET? to the evidence of hei’ own After Mike, of course,” York?” Jill refused ” His. Where’s Mike? John Morton was waiting outside for Jill. “A cleanup all round, kit­ ten. Let’s get back to the Inn. There isn’t anything to keep u phere now. The plane will back this afternoon and I can back to New York.” Jill asked, “Where’s. Mike? ought to get this story.” John Morton arched bushy eye­ brows. "Mike? Why, Mike went hack to New York not a half hour after you left for the hospital.” “New believe ears. “Said I promised to call in anything new that developed. While you were talking to Lemuel Dillon, I phoned the Star.” "New York?” Jill echoed. "Let’s hurry, Daddy.” "Hurry, where?” "Back to New York, silly, daughtei’ smiled a quiet, determin­ ed smile. "But I thought maybe you’d want to stay up here for a day or so.” John .Morton mopped his brow with a puzzled air. "After all—” "If Mike Daly thinks he can get out of marrying me just by running away,” Jill said firmly, "he’s very much mistaken.” Her father goggled. “But I thought maybe you and Lyle—I mean—I thought—” "You think too much,” John Morton’s only child. Back at the inn, John made frantic motions of gathering clothing together. John Morton groaned. "This business of migrating from north to south, from east to west, and back again, is telling on me. I’m an old man. I’ve lived out of suit­ cases too much these past weeks and I’m sick and tired of it. I want to sit down in a quiet easy chair in front of a fireplace and never lay eyes on a plane or a train or a car again.” Toni said, "But travel is broad­ ening.” Then her little face as­ sumed a serious aif. "Look here, Mr. Morton—I want to—to ask you to do me a favor.” J Toni Hals Plans Morton pulled a frown down over his brows, "if it’s a raise—no.” Toni brushed aside the banter­ ing. "It’s not a raise. But it’s— important.” Her smile was wistful The major stockholder of Mor­ ton’s seized the hand of one of his minor employees, and growled gruff sincerity, "Anything want.” Toni spoke slowly, as if speech had been rehearsed not once, but a thousand times. "You-—talk­ ed about a reward.” ■John Morton grinned. "Is that all? You can have it any time you want. Nobody else seems willing to claim it.” Toni shook her head. "That’s— not the reward I mean. It’s about Lyle—Mr. Putnam. I want you to do something for him, if you’re willing to.” • John Morton said with deplorable lack of understanding, “I was will­ ing to let him' marry my daughter. I think that ought to be proof that >—what happened in June—is pret­ ty well forgotten. I was willing to give him the reward money.” Toni’s voice shrilled. "Not mon­ ey. Money doesn’t matter. Money won’t do him any good. I want you to give Lyle Putnam a job.” Jphn Morton looked at daughter’s friend with sudden terest. "What kind of work?’: Toni Plans Lyle’s Future "Hard work, chin defiantly, ed a day in .his life, to. That’s bad for a man. I want you to give him a job without too much salary—scrubbing floors, if you want, or pushing trucks of mer­ chandise, or driving delivery vans. But a job of work, Mr. Morton. Lyle’s got good stuff in him. It only needs to be rubbed up into a polish. Nothing will do the trick ■his in- herToni lifted ■He’s never work- He’s never had That’s bad for a man, Stubborn Cases of Constipation Those who keep a mass of impurity pent up in. their bodice, day after day, instead of having it removed as nature, intended, at least eaee in ©very twenty-four hours, in­ variably Stiffer from constipation. The pso of cheap, harsh purgatives will never get you any Where ta they wily aggravate the trouble and in­ jure the delicate mucous lining of the bowels, and are Very liable to cause piles. Lf constipated take hElburn’s Laxa-Liver Pills and have a natural movement of the bowels. They do not gripe, weaken and sicken as many laxatives do. The < Milburn Co,, Ltd., Toronto, Ont. by ANNE MARY LAWLER like lots of hard work, “But he’s got to have a chance to do more than just slave,” Topi continued. “He’s got to have ad* yancement, if he deserves it, And he’ll deserve it, or I’ll know why, Lyle’s grown up, You’ve got to promise him a chance to get some­ where on his own, if he’s willing to start in at the bottom. Will you do that?” "I’ll do. that,” he promised. “I’ll do that right away.” He looked at her closely, “Why all the sudden interest in Lyle Putnam? You could have asked for something for your­ self, you know.” Toni’s cheeks darkened. "Well, it’s this way,” her embarrassment 'was charming, “his future is sort of important to me. That young man may not know it yet, but some day he’s going to marry me.” Morton laughed outright. “You’re frank about it.” Toni grinned. “I can afford to be. You see,” she became 'confiden­ tial, he needs somebody to take care of him, push him along, really make a man of him.” Her voice took on a tinge of complacency. "I think I’m that somebody, You see, I happen to have fallen in love with him. Silly, isn’t it?” “It isn’t silly at all,” John Morton smiled. "I fell in love with my wife the first time I met her, It took me a year to make up her mind, but I finally did.” "It won’t take me a year,” Toni boasted. "I don’t think it will,” said John Morton soberly. “I’ll give you that reward for a weddin’g present.’ Date the Check Toni twinkled impudently. “Date the check May, I’m partial to May weddings.” "The plane’s coming for us in about an hour.” he offered. “Are you flying back to New York with Jill and me?” _"No,” Toni was emphatic. “Not for a day or so. I’m staying here. To cheei’ Lyle up.” Merriment lift­ ed her voice. "Nothing like getting a man when he’s flat on his back and helpless.” John Morton paid his employee a rare compliment. "You. know,” he confided, "I wish my daughter would develop some gumption like you have.” Toni stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Don’t you worry,” consoled. “Jill’s a woman, any woman can get any man wants, if she only goes after hard enough.” CHAPTER XXXIV One man want- an- rea- her was any Jill And wants a few here, Jill had the entire plane ride from Clayton to New York City to plan what she would say to Mike when they met. This whole business is silly, she told herself firmly, completely and absolutely idiotic. I love Mike. Mike loves me. It’s all very simple. Money isn’t everything. Money, as a matter of fact, isn’t anything.” Mike would have to see it her way. Jill clenched her fists to­ gether. He’ll have 'to realize that his stubborn pride was ruining their lives. And pride, as Lyle Putnam, had said, is a poor substitute for love. Jill laughed suddenly, turned to her father. "Dad,” she said, "I’ve made an important discovery. Mon­ ey is a drawback, ed to marry me for it. And other one refuses' for the same son.” John Morton simply gripped hand in a powerful paw. a ■■-woman, he thought, woman can get any man she if she only uses her head. At the airport he ventured words of advice. "Look youngster, don’t fly off the handle with Mike. Use a little finesse. The boy is the real thing. I admire him for being tough about this. Any man wants to be able to take carb of his wife. Mike’s the kind of lad I’d have been proud to have for a son—if I’d ever have a son. He’s —rugged. If you let him get away I’ll—” Jill hugged her father suddenly. "If I let him ‘ get away I deserve everything that’s coming to me.” Calling on Mike She climbed into a waiting taxi. “Star Building,” she Instructed the driver. John Morton shouted above the opening tear Of the taxi. "Bring him back alive!” For once Jill was not afraid of the Watchful eyes in the Stat Build­ ing, She walked boldly into the photographic department, looked about with Interest. 'Photographic was in a pardon­ able state of iConfusion, Jill way­ laid a small, wizened man with an armful of prints, and asked/ "is Mike Daly around?” Watery blue eyes widened and dill knew that she had been recog­ nized, It was wonderful hot to have to nafe, “He’s in the dark room,” the little man informed her. “I’ll tell him you’re waiting—Miss Morton.” “Thanks,” Jill sat down on a scarred and scabrous bench. So this was a newspaper office? delightfully engaging) She picked up a- stray began to read to pass time, The front page was liberally be­ sprinkled with photographs of Toni, of Lyle, Mac, Slick, John Morton, the Clayton police force—and her­ self. Mike had apparently done himself UP brown, She went on reading. The Star preened itself proudly on the part its photograph­ er had taken in the uncovering of the Corlear gang. Mike was a hero. Jill’s Order A shadow fell across the page. Jill looked up, Mike was by her side, "What are you doing here?” he demanded, “Take me to Giuseppi’s for din­ ner,” she offered. “I have some news for you.” He planted his battered hat firm­ ly over one eye, “I can guess what it is,” he said. Jill thought to herself. Don’t be so sure of yourself, young man. They walked leisurely down to Giuseppi’s and Mike babbled brightly about the story that had beat the town, “Not another paper cleaned up. Your Dad called me on the* confession and* we spread that ex­ clusive, too. I’m getting a bonus,” Jill said obliquely, "That’s fine.” He rattled on about circulation figures, exclusive photos, beats, bonus, but not a word, not a syllable about Jill Morton and Mike Daly. Giuseppi met them at the door, wrung Jill’s hand, escorted them to their old booth like visiting royalty. The waiter crooned ovei’ them. "So you got kidnaped? Bad girl.” Giuseppi vanished to bring them one of his very own special concoc­ tions—to celebrate, he said. Jill waited patiently for the waiter to leave. She had so much to say to Mike. 'But Mike continued to en­ gage him in a desperate conversa­ tion, a long, and meaningless af­ fair that apparently was endless. A Special Drink Then Giuseppi returned, bearing a proud tray and two tall glasses of a frothy liquid. "Zambaglione,” he purred, with a vast rolling of the syllables. “To celebrate. You never taste it?” He smacked his lips. “Made of Lachrimae- Christi—white of egg—in a double boiler. It is —nectar.” He placed a glass be­ fore Jill, its twin before Mike. "Zambaglione—” Giuseppi’s smile was openly congratulatory as he, turned away. "Very fitting. ‘ In my country, signorina, it is a wed­ ding drink.” *■ "A wedding drink? Very fitting indeed,” Mike’s smile was mocking. “I drink to your happiness, Jill. Yours—and Lyle’s—” Jill’s hand tightened on until the knuckles stood large pearl beads. “I’m rying Lyle Putnam, Mike,” He choked on a mouthful of froth. “You’re not—what?” "I’m not marrying Lyle.” Mike put his glass down care- fully, and said in a peculiar, voice, “I rather thought you might be.” Anger shook .her.- “I don’t change my mind or my heart so quickly as all that, Mike. I’m in love with you.” ■He refused to meet her eyes. “That — is unfortunate.” “I fail to see why. This uphole business hasn’t changed me, Mike.” "It hasn’t changed me either, The syllables dragged wear- But it has changed circum- Jill.” iiy. stances. "In what way?” $ He Spread his hands in a helpless gesture. "Use your head, Jill. You’re the only daughter of one of the wealthiest men in this, country. I’m a run-of-the-mill picture snap­ per.It isn’t—in the scenario.” Mike Adamant The red Morton temper rose. “Don’t be a fool, Mike. I love you and you love me. You can’t wreck both our lives because of your silly pride.” His own anger matched hers, “Pride is all I have to offer the Woman I marry.” “Pride—or vanity.” "One or the Other—-or both. I’m not going to be any woman’s poodle, 1111. Not even* yours. I come from a race that believes in taking care of their women. What have I got to offer o woman who thinks In thousands instead of nlckles?” “Love, Mike.” All the pleading, all the wistfiilitess she knew swelled the words. Bat lie shook his head In violent negation. “It wouldn’t last a year,” “In other words—” ‘In othet words,” he eaid gent­ ly, “It’s a case of Jill—having too 1 much jack.” The Plans Fail "But I love you Mike. And you love me,” she said desperately. “We’ll get over it.” "I won’t.” She rose, snatched hei' bag and gloves, “I won’t Mike” He stood . up and faced her. "You’ll see, Jill,” he Said soberly. "It’s the best thing for you. Some day ypu’ll be glad. When you’ve married one of your own kind.” "You’re—my own kind, Mike, she said. Not really. I’m just—the cat that looked at the queen. Good-bye, Jill.” (To be continued) i YOUf W Ws/f TORONTO Wy Hotel Waverley Located on Wide Spadin®. 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Re­ peater stations have supplanted earlier devices, enabling one to hear as distinctly across the , continent as across the street. That is why in war time the telephone plays so vital a part in the national effort. GEO. W. LAWSON, Mcnager. ■ ■1L0^ 1 C-.lPlHWP.ISMKCfl 50 YEARS AGO William Sanders 1€ Tuesday for Toronto to represent Exeter Legion No. 155 Select Knights of Canada, at the meet­ ing of the Grand Legion to be held, there. ■ Mr. Robt. Sanders left Monday morning for the north on a fishing trip. The Exeter woollen mill have en­ tirely refitted their machinery so that they may be able to turn out better work. S.S. No. 1, Stephen, school report. Sr. IV—Burton Hicks, Nelson Hicks, Percy Baker. Jr, IV—-Nora Hea- man, Harvey Lane, Thos. Boyes; II Class—Albert Walker, George Hicks, Charles Towle; III Class— Charlie Haggitt, Wm. Hepburn, Lillie Krause, Effie Pym; 2nd .part—7 Maud Baynham, ManieL Hodgins, Wm. Bloomfield; 1st Class—Ar­ thur Allen, Mary Hepburn, Annie Boyle. Infants—Russell Huxtable. ’John Bloomfield, Jimmy Towle. on 25 YEARS AGO The good people of Crediton Saturday last paid tribute to two of their young men of the 16'lSt Huron ■Battalion), Lloyd England and Arva BrokenShire. The boys were presented with wrist watches. Mrs, John Norry visited in Lon­ don during the Week. Mrs. Birney returned from a vis­ it in Michigan on Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. N. J. Dore motored to Mitchell on Sunday to Visit re­ latives. Mr. R. G. Seldon purchased a McLaughlin car from J. A. Stewart this week and went to London for it on Monday. M. W. Pfaff, of Exeter, has been successful in his exam as a non-Oom- missloned officer at Clinton, togeth­ er with 50 per cent of his ielass< On the return of the soldiers from the Maid 'Street Church to the Town Hall on Sunday last the Soldiers’ Aid Society and the Women’s in­ stitute presented each man with a pair of socks. Later each man recorded his name dud military rank In one of Willis Pd^vell’s grama* phones. The funeral service for Arthur Stewart Atkinson, whose death oc­ curred ih Detroit oh Thursday, was held at Trinity Church, Bayfield, on Sunday, conducted by Roy. John Graham, following a brief service at the doctor’s summer home. In* terment was in Bayfield Cemetery ’ How Does Yottif Label Read? by request he had made. vis- par- 15 YEARS AGO Miss Margaret Strang, daughter of Mr. Harry Strang, of Usborne, will graduate this year from West­ ern University, with Bachelor Of Arts degree. Mr. Harvey .Pollen had the mis­ fortune to fracture both bones of his right arm on Sunday when ’ the engine of an auto he was cranking '(backfired and the crank struck him. Miss Fern Short, of London, spent the week-end in town. Mr. and Mrs. Thos. Coates, of St. Thomas spent the holidays relatives here. Mr. Jos. Grant, of London, ited over the holiday with -his ents, Mr, and Mrs. J. S. Grant. Rev. R. E. Southcott, of Jean­ nette’s Creek spent Monday and Tuesday in town.- Mr. and Mrs. Latimer Grieve and family, of Strathloy, spent Sun­ day and Monday with relatives in town. Mr. W. G. Medd left Monday even-. ing for Stratford to attend confer* ence, being a representative of the Settlement Committee for Huron Presbytery. >*. Mr. C. H. McAvoy, of Wingham spent the holidays with his mother in town. Mrs. Essery and Miss Vera Essery1 spent, a few days with relatives at Centralia. Mr. H. Bowers has resigned from the Exeter High School staff and has accepted a position as principal of the ^Fergus High School and teacher Of Mathematics. ■’ ACCEPTS GRANTON CALL . . Grantoil—Rev. Milton G. of Plattsville, has accepted as pastei- to the Granton Church and Will commence bn July 1. 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