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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-05-29, Page 2-V THIS EXETER TIME3-ADVPCATE «<Money Isn’t Everything” by ANNE MARY LAWLER She did not say good-bye. Proud­ ly she turned and walked away, her head held high, tears stream­ ing heedlessly down her cheeks. He watched her go and thought: There goes my life, John Morton was industriously packing when his daughter entered the room. One glance at the miser­ able white face was enough, but, for lack of better inspiration, he growled, “What the devil’s the mat­ ter now?" She took off her hat, passed ner- fingers through the incredible 'Nothing much, except b get- habit only fair to warn you—” Her fathei* grinned. “I can be very — persuasive. If necessary, I can have him arrested for pinching the silverware at the Copper Kettle, Or something similar. Your fath­ er knows a little about human ture, Jill." “Mike,” Jill said decisively, not human nature." **is CHAPTER XXXV hair I’ve been jilted again, to be something of me.” father frowned. It’ a ‘Mike Voua gold that ting With Her balk?" Jill’s sweet, that, Mike just refuses to be any woman’s pet poodle. Even I quote his words." Inwardly, John Morton’s sang, “That boy has stuff." wardly, he growled, think he is, anyway? She twirled hex- hat on her fingei* “He’s the direct lineal descendant of a proud, line of Irish Kings, or something. Pride, Daddy, is all he has to offer the woman he marries." Her voice sharpened bitterly, wish we were on the breadline.' John’s Philosophy “I—gee.” John Morton’s mind performed a series of acrobatics. “The funny part of it is, I know just how he feels. When I married your mother, Jill, I didn’t have a dime. She—had soihe money of her father’s I would never have had the courage even to ask her— if it hadn’t been for Aunt Lucy. Louise—your mother—backed me on my first business venture. It was a success. I doubled and tripl­ ed her money and made a fortune out of it. And I don’t think I was any woman’s pet poodle doing it, neither,” Jill’s glance was pitying, f “I’d like to hear you try to tell that to Mike.” Her father leaned close, stared „ her fiercely in the eye. “Jill, mar­ riage is a pretty important busi­ ness. Are you sure—really sure— you love Mike? Want to tie up to him, not for a day or a week or a year—but for a lifetime? Are you really sure, Jill? Jill’s mirthless laugh was like the dry snick of an empty teakettle. “Would I get down on my knees and beg him to marry me if I weren’t?” His glance was skeptical. “You thought you were in love with Lyle, too." She waved away that memory with a careless hand. “That—was different. I know I’m in love, Dad­ dy. It’s like getting struck by lightning. You don’t expect it and you don’t ask for it—but you know it when it hits you.” John Morton sifted this piece of t>hiloso^hy thoroughly. “T se’e. AndL if Mike would change his mipd and marry you?” She closed her eyes wearily. “Don’t worry, he won’t.” ’* “But if he does—would you be 'willing to live on his income—what­ ever it is? Would you be willing to do your own work, to cook and sew and scrub floors and mind babies—-just because you love him?” Her eyes snapped open, “Other women do." “Other women haven’t been wait­ ed on for years, Jill. Life with Mike on his own terms won’t be easy.” John Goes to Mike She said intensely, “Who asks for ft to be easy? It was easy enough before—and I “was never happy.” John Morton reached briskly for his hat. “Where can I find this amazing young idealist?” Jill sighed. “It won’t do any good, but if you want to make an idiot of yourself, like I did, you might try Giusseppi’s Tavern. -It’s two blocks away from the Star.” She scribbled on an envelope. “This is where he lives. But I think it smile was heartbreakingly “Nothing so simple as all mine. heart Out- Who does he 'I Worry Saps Tte Nervous System Worry over business or household duties, sudden shock, the insane quest for pleasure, the foolish dt“ tempt to put a week of normal life into twenty-four hours, feverish ac­ tivity, tho demOftd fbt sensational titeratuxb ate ail conducive to the aggravation of wear and tear on ths nervous system. If you are tired, IfstleBS, nervous, and worried why not give Milburn’s Health and Nerve Fills a chance to help put you oft, your feet, again. They axe a body building, netyO strengthening tonic containing the eg^tiSl elements fof the netvobs 'tyatein; T. Milburn to* Ont. John Morton strolled casually into Guisseppi’s Tavern and politely but authoritatively requested to speak with Mr. Michael Daly. Guisseppi’s little black eyes roll­ ed eloquently. Guisseppi’s putty- hued face fell dramatically. Guis- seppi was devastated to be forced to admit that Mr. Michael Daly had de­ parted, not 15 minutes past. Gues- seppi gestured, “He said he was going back to his office, He was not happy, that young man." John Morton sprinted two blocks —a thing he had not done in 30 years-—-to learn that Mike had merely looked into the office, 'pass­ ed a few casual words with the photographers and left. There was only one thing more to do. John Morton had grown weary of pounding pavements. He hail­ ed a cab, gave Mike’s address, John Speaks His Piece "What parents go through for their children,” he moaned. Still, there was something endearing and likeable about that young fool who wouldn’t marry a girl because she was rich. John Morton thought: I could use a man like that. I could feel content to die if I knew my daugh­ ter were married to a man who would stand between her and the world. Men like that are rare. Fools, maybe. Idealists, certainly, But strong and independent and fabu­ lously honest people. The world can never get enough of that kind. Mike’s rooming house was a bleak, clean, shabby, homeless hole of a place. The spare woman who answered the door said yes, Mr. Daly had come in only a minute or so ago. Right up the stairs. Third floor, middle.• John Morton toiled heavily up the steep staircases. He stopped grate­ fully at the top and sought out the ■third floor, middle. He tapped square, emphatic knuckles on the warped panel of the door. Mike’s voice growled, “Who is it?” In response, John Morton grasped the knob, twisted it and stepped quickly into the room. A bleak, bare room it was, the sort of room a man would occupy who was saving his money for a better purpose than mere lodgings. Mike rose hastily from his chair, scowled blackly at his visitor. John Morton opened fire prompt­ ly. “I understand,” he announced in a voice much like the clap of doom, “that my daughter is in love with you—or thinks s-he is." Michael Daly said nothing, but his eyes narrowed angrily. “I also understand,” Morton barked, “that there was some sort of —shall we say understanding?— between you two some months ago. The whole idea is ridiculous! Im­ possible! I won’t tolerate it!" Mike's tones were scathingly scornful. “It won’t be necessary for you to tolerate it. Your daughter will tell you that—” Putting on Pressure Morton snapped the sentence in half with a vicious snort. “I have better plans for my only child than marriage with a penniless photo­ grapher, Mr. Daly. I appreciate, naturally, the tremendous' part you .played in that wretched business up­ state, but there are limits to a fa­ ther’s gratitude.” Mike slowly turned a brickish hue. “I think if you will simply speak to Jill you will understand that—” Morton went on, suavely, “What went on before her identity became known was- ant little idyl? more such interludes. Do I •myself quite understood?” Mike snarled,. “Quite, but it to me that you’re taking a deal for granted, to tell you—” John Morton purred, “Naturally, I realize you have some sort of ro­ mantic claim on her.” He put his hand into his pocket, drew forth a checkbook and pen. “Every man has his own price, Daly. What’s yours?" Mike clenched his fists ominous­ ly, strode over to the older man. “Look here,” he said, seizing Mor- tim’s shoulder violently^ “you’re.' Jill’s father and you’re an old man.” John Mor toft winced both at the .grip and at the words. “But that doesn’t give you any right to talk to me like that. I don’t Want your money. tor’s . , or ever.” His voice lowered, came deceptively meek. “Do make myself understood?” Tile Final BJ6W John Morton twisted free of ’hand upon his shoulder. Slowly, carefully he replaced the check­ book and the pen. “Very well. .But I want you to understand this: Jill’s of age and she can marry without my consent if she cares to. “Bdt—she hasn’t a dlriie In her own name—outside of a couple of minor chocking accounts for cur­ rent If you marry her—’ hn? he weighed the syllables with scorn’* ful care—“I cut her off without a penny. Not a single, solitary pen­ ny of my money will you ever en­ joy. And I mean it.I shall make that clear to my daughter, also, so neither one of you can say you were not warned. “I'm returning to Chicago this evening, Jill Is staying on a day or so at the apartment to gather her things together." His voice became grim. “The day you marry her—if you’re fool enough to do it—is the day I change my will, and I won’t unchange it. “You have my word for that. I'm not a man to trifle with, Daly, in case you have any odd notions to that effect. I make a very violent enemy, as many people can testify," Mike said slowly, “You mean—if Jill marries me, she’s a pauper?” “Exactly. I thiuk we understand one another?" Mike’s face lit with a radiant grin. “I think we do," he said. John Morton strode swiftly out the door, closed it carefully behind his gleeful smile. “There’s more ways to kill- a cat besides shooting it,” he said. “You can talk it to death.” Will His Scheme Work? John Morton returned to his ho­ tel like the twin kings in the Gil­ bert and Sullivan song, with the satisfying feeling that his duty had been done. To Jill he said, simply, “I’m off tp Chicago tonight, You’d better get back to the apartment, I have a suspicion that Mike will show up there—and very soon. Her mouth opened in amaze­ ment. “What did you tell him, Daddy?" John Morton dragged bags from the closet, began to stuff them with clothes. “I merely told that young man," he said with a reminiscent smile, “that J bad better plans for my only child than marriage with a fortune hunter like him." “Nice work," Jill said, bitterly. “He’ll want to rush me right off to the nearest minister after that. It'll be pretty hard to restrain him, “I also told him," John Morton swept bureau drawers empty with a lavish hand, “that the day he married you—-if he was dumb enough to—I would cut you off with­ out a dime," Jill’s air of martyred resigna­ tion evaporated, “Say that again," she demanded. “I told him,” Morton repeated without an upward glance, “that I would cut you off without a dime if you married him." His daughter swarmed over him delightfully. “You old fraud," she chortled, “you smart old fraud," He Really Means It “No fraud about it,” Morton re­ turned calmly. “Marry him and ypa live on his income. You won’t get a penny from me. I mean it, Jill, And I don’t go back on my word. “I’m going home now, I’ll expect to hear from you soon. I under­ stand that it takes a few days to get married in this town.” His mouth twisted regretfully, “I hate to miss seeing you get mar­ ried, Jill. You’re all I’ve got. But I don’t see how I can swing it. Right now I’m the irate father who would tear my loving daughter from the arms of the man she adores. It wouldn't be in character for me to show up at the nuptials. I—• hope you'll be happy, Jill. As hap. py as Louise—your mother and I were.” She nestled her head into his shoulder, something she had not done since childhood. The littlq gesture stung his heart. 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