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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-09-25, Page 2W'VRHDAYi SBBT. MMt by Bentley Ridge “Yes, yes; tell us what happened.”“I did time when I was twenty- foni*. Six months for taking a gold watch and a ring. When I icame out I went straight as X could, and Madam was good breath seemed to, “Yes- Mary; pearls?” Grimson made and lifted her voice: “I passed Mrs. Wertheim’s cabin, and there was the door open and the pearls lying there! I went in and took them out. I was going to keep them. But then they said they were going to search the cab­ ins along our row, and when Miss Brown came down to Madam’s cab­ in I slipped them into her coat!” Grimson seemed to be fighting for life itself. Between, each sen­ tence she drew a breath with a like a rag being torn across. “Stop, Mr. Mills," Bridget ged in a distraught whisper, killing her!” “It’s all right, Mary, we under­ stand what happened. There’s no harm done. You can be quite happy now you’ve spoken!, Don’t any more. God forgives you, His mercy is infinite!” Grimson gave a convulsive der, and her breathing grew quieter. “There,” put in Mrs. Mills. “No­ body blames you!.. Miss Brown doesn’t plame you. She only wants you to try to get better, Mary, my dear!” “What do you say, Mary?” asked Mr. Mills. “Gave me a bit whispered. The lids closed eyes. Mrs. Mills Mr. Mills bent to listen breathing, suddenly hushed ly nothing....... Twenty minutes later to me.....,......” Her be falling her. hut about the a terrific effort noise I worry | Mary. |I shud- i o’ biscuit!” she "i slowly ovex* hex* felt her pulse. ■ to her to near- Bridget walked out of the hut with tears running down her pale cheeks. “Is she dead?” asked Joyce, was sitting outside waiting. Bridget nodded. Meanwhile, sitting in the while his wife busied herself what had been Mary Grimson, Mr. Mills took out a pencil and the damp-stained remains of a notebook and wrote. When he had finished he said to his wife: “I’ll sign this, and you had bet­ tex* sign it too, my dear!” When tlxe late evening was sink­ ing into twilight over the wind- tossed sea, they carried Grimson out. She needed no shelter now. Mr. Mills was to bury her in morning. ; who hut over I the CHAPTER XXXV She had grateful her life knew if iI To Another Shore “Pool* soul!” said Madam Dupre that evening. “After all oui* troubles —I am dull like an animal, it is difficult to feel anything, her misfortune, but I am that I was able to make easier. And yet I never she was glad or sorry—poor strange soul!” Bridget talked to Mr. Mills, stand­ ing on the windswept shore. ..“I[ don’t think Madam Dupre} should know what Mary Grimson told us,” she said. “She’ll only' feel that her kindness to Grimson may have caused trouble.” THE EXETEB TIM^-APVQCATE 7t* The E&MfcF Time.«HAdvo<?ate ^Oplishod 1873 and 1387 at Exeter, Ontario PflbJlabtd every Thursday moraine SUBSCRIPTION—?2;Q0 ‘per year la advance RATES—Farm or Real Bert ate for sale 50c. each insertion for flrat four insertions. 25c. each sub se­ quent Insertion. Miscellaneous ’ ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, ox <• Found joe, per line of six word*. Reading notices iQc. per line. jQard of Thanks 50c. Legal ad­vertising 12 and 8c. per line. la < Mexxorlam, with one verse 5Qe. 7 extra .verses 25c. each, were standing by an open door­ way leading a large, loiig-win- dowed room, with blue carpets and hangings and a big box of roses lying open on the dressing table. ‘This is our room. J got thexn to send up some flowers for you?' She drew her ijand gently away, brushed the mop ot tangled haix* back from her bright face, walked slowly in with, him. , the e.Kp ’’Now you have no excuse!” She saw his tired face smiling, triumph in the yellow light thrown from the doorway. ♦ * The '’"Santa Anna” ploughed her way north, and, the wind shrieked and she rolled more and .more. All of the party were haunted by mem­ ories of the past disaster. Diana, when they had settled down for the night, suddenly sat up on her hard couch on top of some lockers, and said: “Suppose this ship sinks!” “Don’t be absurd !’\ said Mrs. Garforth. “Go to sleep!” Bridget, lying on her locker in a corner, said nothing. When they put out the light, she lay and thought for hours, without growing tired of thinking. Looking back on it she saw how good, how splendid Salt had been, Mad, of course, hopelessly rash and wild, but with the of quixotry. What taken in marrying thought hex* a thief, name and all sorts of awkward legal claims on* him! She might com­ plain rof the clumsiness of his first attempt to reform her; but what could have been kinder than that absurd effort to analyse hex* psycho­ logical condition, to buy her things because he thought that was wlxat she needed? She wanted to tell him, humbly, how splendid she thought he had been; and how mad he was to "think he should apologize, ** But next day on the overcrowded, spray-lashed little steamer nothing could be said. Only her happiness grew and grew, until it seemed like -a great tide carrying the “San­ ta Anna” onward to the shore' of Paradise. » The “Ship lay next night in the Cockburn Channel, and at daybreak passed into Broad Reach and drop ped anchor off Magellanes. After much talk with a number of voluble Chilean gentlemen on the subject of missing passports, the tattered little party went ashore and was pushed through the ing crowd into waiting taxis. CHAPTER XXXVI Punta Arenas.” “Where on earth have you been, Bridget?” Mrs. Garforth began. “I want you to bath and change quick­ ly, a‘nd then go out and see what you can do about getting a type* writerl” <■ “And some pewdex* and make* up!” Joyce put in, my face to anyone something on it!” “These clothes, Diana was moaning, aren’t enqugh, either, Madam Dupre, and Mrs. Kinglake have had theirs!” “Well, you. must leave a frock and coat for Bridget, or she won’t be able to get the typewriter-!” in­ sisted Mrs, Garferth. “I’ll bath quickly!” Bridget said, in a breathless voice. She saw a dressing gown, a pretty thing " of blue wool, grabbed it from under, Diana’s nose termination, and the corridor in bathroom. .Meanwhile Mrs. that she must give her the reporters downstairs delay, and going down, at the foot of the stairs: • “I really must see that and I really must get Bridget to get me a typewriter!” she began immediately. “When do you Jhink my bank will cable a draft? “I’m sorry, Auntie!” said Salt. “But you’ll have to do without Bridget—now and hereaftgr!” ” said Mrs. Garforth, this extraordinary mode “What do you mean?” is my wife,” said Salt. “And if I ever catch her touching a typewriter again—” “Your wife? Bridget?” He ha’d to hold her up, lie had to lead her up the stairs—she had quite forgotten the reporter—while he explained to her that he and Bridget had been married in Syd­ ney; \ “In Sydney? But why- mean you haven’t—'you you—” “Quite true, sons. But we’re Auntie,” “Don’t call me ed Mrs. Garforth. “I’m sorry—Aunt Miriam!” “I don’.t like it,” gasped Mrs.. I have ever on any sub* “I won't show until I can put con-and •said con- are frightful!” “There .simply now that show the statement to Mr. Salt when he comes back hex*e!” Mr. Mills said he would. “Apart from that I don’t want anyone told, ox* anything said. Poor thing, let her rest in peace! It doesn’t seem to matter now,” Brid* get said. “In fact—I feel very hap­ py, Mr. Mills.” She didn’t sleep at all that night: very early, as soon as the light be­ gan to dawn, as she lay .by the sxnouldering fire, she heard the picks and spades as the men con­ tinued work * on Grimson’s grave. * * * At noon, the ship hove into sight which was to take the rest away. The men gathered on the beach and cheered. An aged steam-packet of about three hundred tons, flying the Chilean flag, she lay half a mile off shore at a safe distance from the rocks and lowered a boat, “But Mark isn’t back yet!” Mrs. Gax*forth kept saying anxiously, while everybody stood gazing ex­ citedly on the shore in the rain, or collected the little Jhey had to with them. “SVhy don’t they come?” Diana in a desperate voice. “My dear Mrs. Garforth, won’t go and leave four men be­ hind!” ' The landing mate, a English, was to be embarked and the ship Would wait off shore as long as she could, waiting for the other men. If the wind increased the ship would have to put out, but would leave stores, and two men behind with the Austrian miner, to form a search party. They would com­ municate with Magellanes on Craig’s radio when the four were found. “I. can’t go away without my hus­ band!” wept Mrs. Kinglake. “I can’t go away!” She was persuaded into the boat and taken out .to the ship. Bridget was with her, an'd thought in white-lipped silence of her own case for staying—! “V.e vait as long as ve can,” the chief ...mate. “But if the she get up, we must go. The is the master of Tierra del Fuego!” The women were put into the little saloon of the “Santa Anna”, and were given hot soup; the. party was brought off ixx three boat loads; and for six hours they lay there, heaving on .a growing swell. . At sevexi p.m. the word went round that four meix had been sight­ ed by thelook-out through his glasses descending the cliff into the bay. Cheering on the deck, hearts overflowing with relief in the cabin! A boat was lowered im­ mediately. • An hour later in deepening twi­ light it returned, and Salt and Col­ onel Kinglake climbed aboard with the others. Mrs. Kinglake was. there on the deck, to throw herself into her hus­ band’s arms. It was Joyce who hung on Salt’s arm, Mrs. Garforth who shed tears, Diana who shook his hand. Bridget could oxily atand ignored in the background, meet his for an instant, and turn away. A meal was waiting for the in the fo’c'sle, and as Mr. Mills take said they Mr. Mills assured her. boat made a successful on the beach; the chief Dutchman, who spoke good , took charge. The party said vind vind •eyes foul’ went "Ba“t“7ou“mW be“Xrea, Miss | ou,t ?vitl> Kinglake ana Salt Bria- ! n-nl f-V. r. .nl mrm a T> gay him: 1: I Brown! ” “Madame Dupre knows" nothing I Of all that. I’d like my Aunt to | know; b.ut not now, not for a day or two until Grimson—I mean, let her rest in peace for a little while!” “Of course, Miss Brown, I under­ stand. In the meantime, I written down a statement of the poor signed it, “Then, sometime of Sydney, admission, Wertheixn her solicitor, and they were hex* pearls?” * “Certainly, Miss Brown, certain­ ly I’ll do that. If you wore not un- * del* suspicion it would be different J but I feel morally bound to make what the poor soul said as public as is necessary. She would have Wished it, I think. You must have had a most trying experience!” Bridget hesitated, and coloured as she turned her face towards the darkening sea, “Only one more thing, I would fee glad if you’d do. Would you have what havewoman said, and an"d my wife also.” please, .could you to Mr. Morton Menzies, and tell him of Grimson’s and ask him to let Mrs. know about it? He is write I get heard the clergyman “By the way, Salt, I’d with you sometime.” They walked away along the wet deck ixito ness, leaving Bridget with her heart. Suddenly beating a wild tattoo. The women settled down in the cabin and half-an hour latei* Bridget opened tlxe door on to the deck to let in some air?' and was standing there when Salt came along the deck alonel He saw her, fixed his eyes on her face with oh fire With meaning, immediately that Mr. told him% , As a pretext for glanced in through the doorway of the cabin, and spoke to the Others insider 'Have there? be no ‘We’re Miss Garforth, who is Seasick, plied Mrs. Mills. “Cheer up, Joyce,” he said. Draw­ ing back, he spoke to Bridget un­ der his breath: “Mills told me!” “Did he?” ike a word together the dark­ a look She knew Mills had stopping he m to you everything ydu want I’m afraid this is going luxury cruise!” all splendid, except poor re- noble rashness a risk he had her* when he giving her his The Secret Out stav- “Hot baths!'- “A proper bed to sleep on!” “A change of clothes!” “A typewriter—I must have typewriter!” A wild, tattered looking group they traxnped into the luxurious lounge of Magellanes’ best hotel. Two reporters had arrived also. , “Later,” said Salt. “All these people need baths and a rest’” Salt hurriedly booked rooms for the rest " of his party and got them away upstair-s. •; As Bridget followed the Gai‘- forths, led by a chambermaid. Salt was writing naxnes in the hotel re­ gister. She heard his. voice speak­ ing behind- her in the foyer., “Miss Brown!” She turned, her face on fire; he face rather to send you the stairway stood there, his oWh darker than usual. “About that address Cable to—?” She went back down to him, while the others went on, her heart beating hard at speaking to him alone, at last. “I gave you the address on the ‘Santa Anna’ ”, she' said. His hand took her elbow, and he moved her towards . the desk, where the register lay open. ‘ “I voice, know He the big ledger; the hotel clerk eyed .them benevolently from a slight distance with the air nothing. “I down went want alone I should But now. know,” he Said, lowering his “What I really wanted to was something else!” took up the pen lying beside haven’t ’ put.smy here, on to on of hearing pwn"name yet!” Salt “I don’t' nox* yours in a low voice. bother you, I left you the ^Santa Anna’, I thought let you think things out. .......?” He looked at lxer qUestiOningly, searchingly, in fealv suspense. “Now——?” said Bridget, breath­ lessly, faced with a denouement more abrupt than she had expected. “I want to know if I may, or may not write you down in this book as Mrs. Salt? my dear——■?’ Bridget bit her lip to steady it; hand trembling slightly, she took the pen and scrawled across the page; “Mr, and Mi's. Mark "Salt.” He looked,at it, then at her, with a face so full of gratitude and de­ light that Her arms: there. “I must wants me—. Painful, Pi>8 Filled Boils th Cause of Much Misery If ypU Buffer from boils you know how sick and miserable they made you feet Boils are an outward indication of impurities in the system, and just when you think you are rid of one- -another crops up to take its place and prolong your misery. Alt the lancing and potiltiding you can dd may not stop mere Tn help overcome boils you should purify the blood, so why not give that old, reliable blood medicine, Burdock Blood Bitters, a chance to show what it Will do in helping you get rid of them? Thousands have used it fer tins purpose for the past 60 years. Why not you? ThO T. Ivlilbilrn Co., Kmitwl, T<JrWti», Ont. with unwonted de­ skipped out into search of the Garforth decided story to without met Salt reporter, “Why?” blinking at of address. “Bridget We had definitely -----? I didn’t— our rea- married, ‘Auntie’!” screair.- dinner to-night Mrs. Garforth, tell the girls—< Garforth. “You, deceived mcH-you both deceived me!” Salt stopped at the head of the stairs aiid faced her. “I'm unaware that told you a. single lie ject,” he said, a trifle sternly. “Nox* has Bridget, so far as I know.” Mrs. Garforth was subdued. “But why couldn't you have fided in xne!” slxe complained, “I axn confiding,, in ypu,”9 Salt. “I’m asking you for your gi’atuiations on the happiest ‘fact in xny existence!” “Qf course, I, congratulate you,” said Mrs. Garforth helplessly, “Brid­ get is a sweet girl—rsweet! It’s so uixexpedted, though! You must forgive me!” she added anxiously, “I wish you the best of luck. J’m overjoyed—and you'll be in the family, won’t you?” “Yes,” said Salt, concealing a slight lack of enthusiasm behind a: clxeerful smile. “We xnust have a —champagne!” said feebly, “I'll go and they’ll be ,SQ—!’’ She tottered hurriedly across to hex* dpor, and went in. Behind the closed door was a momentary sil­ ence, followed by a chorus of shrill cries, Shaking his head with' a smile, ' Salt strode, pn along the corridor, until he >came to room number 28/t into which he went, Five minutes later Bridget came hurrying from the bath in her dres­ sing .gown, towelling a mop’ of damp hair, and ran into him in the corridor. “.Oh!” Her heart seemed to jump into her mouth. “It’s you?” “Yes, my dear!” He smiled at not had time to looked more rough ever against the civilized background of the hotel-. “I’ve told your aunt,” he said. “And also the reporter. He noticed the hotel book and asked questions.” “What did Aunt Miriam say?” “What do you think? Congratu­ lated me, of course, and proposed champagne for dinner tonight!” “It seems—so awfully strange,” Bridget said, her face full of shy colour. “Does it?” he took her hand. j . She noticed with *a start that they her; he had change, and he and shaggy than •V- An Old Boy of Ashfield Wm. H. 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LOANS, INVESTMENTS INSURANCE Office; Carling Block, Main Stree\ EXETER, QNT. ......... ..... ........................ .... w. g. Cochrane, b. a. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Phone 77 Exeter Eight years thus spent had spread ■ his fame; From richer fields a.call then came, And he was off, with sigh and tear At leaving friends he held so dear. His shoes he left for me to fill, And in I stept, against my will, For much I fear'd,-with quake quail, That, after his, my work should Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D,D.S. DENTIST Office: Carling Block EXETER, ONT. ‘ dosed Wednesday Afternoons and fail. And ’mong the names within P • book My. family name attention too; All Ashfield’s Were friends say./. this friends of odic lay of mine, I proudly I ' ' "tree, still - stout andThat maple green, , By my "mind's eye is.plainly seen; Thns all. will' know with what de­ light This booklet glows before my sight. Full forty years, without respite, On history's page his pen did write Great teacher’s Work, that long shall live, When ' “dust .to dust” relief shall give. In school and church ’twas his de­ light Strong minds to.build, and errors blight; No nobler work could one desire, And .all his friends do him admire. In high esteem throughout this land Johnston name shall firmly "stand, o’er- the burxx he’ll find high place, work well. done,, and deeds of grace.. And now I. end my first essay At writing- thoughts in rhyming way; And I1 confess that common prose Much better' doth my thoughts ex­ pose. Dr.cH. H. COWEN, L.D.S.,D,D;S DENTAL surgeon Office next to the Hydro Shop Main Street, Exeter Office 36w ’ Telephones Res.,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 IBS WM. H. SMITH LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex Special training assures you of your property’s true value on sale day,. Graduate of American Auction College Terms Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed Crediton p. O. or phone 43-2 - USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY Head Office, Exeter, Ont. President ........... JOHN McGRATH Dublin, Ont. gb up to my aunt, she !” she stammered, and then turned away as the clerk ap­ proached politely. “All right—you. <go! *1 mean, i’ll come up and teli hex* in a minute that she can’t have you!” And she saw him turn to the clex*k With a look of elated purpose. g ' Bridget’s heart sang as she went up the stairs, a.nd her head was a wild confusion ef wonders. What would her aunt and Jeyce and. Diana say? She went into her auht’s room with her fact# an. fire* but nene of them noticed, they were busy choosing garments etxt of a pile of dothfug which had ’keen doifected and there for the women the party by “the BrlMsh ladles $90.50 Lindenfield’s Hardware Fhbiife 181, Exeter Of of< Hamilton Winnipeg Toronto • Varicouver Sudbury 0 X <> NOTE—After carefully reading the booklet of poems, Written by my life-long friend, William Henry Johnston, of Exeter, the impulse came to me to try if I /jotild write something of a rhyming nature, the above poetic abortion .resulted. It has Confirmed my opinion that a poet’s hands ai‘e tbo .firmly shackl­ ed by chain's of convention, suck as metre, rhyme, etc., relieved only by poetic license. However,. I should like to see .my effort in print, by Way of an expression of my sincere respect for an old *Boy of our native Ash field—one who most useful life in and deserves the best , THOS. Sept.’ 115, 1941 >-■-*..*-V— Vice-Bres. ...... T. G. BALLANTYNE Woodham, R.R. 1 DIRECTORS W. H. COATES ........ Exeter JOHN HACKNEY ...-Kirkton R. 1 ANGUS SINCLAIR... Mitchell R. 1 ■WM. HAMILTON ...... Cromarty R', 1 AGENTS JOHN BSSERY ... ALVIN L. HARRIS THUS. SCOTT ....... has lived a every respect, regards of all. G. ALLEN, Clinton,Ont. a in BRINSLEY (Intended ,foy last week) Mrs. Jas. Dixdfi entertained number of friends and relatives honor cf her niece, Miss Laura Dixon, ahd ipresonted her' with, a miscellaneous shower. The sympathy of the community goes out to the family bf 'the late’ Fred Morgan. He had been a life* iong resident of the -community, in- terment took place at fibeixeaer Cemetery dii Monday last, Rev. Mr. Hicks, of Dendoti, officiated. Miss "Pean Keyes, Mr, Ivan’ Sharpe and Mrs. J. Sharps, of Ship* ka“ and Mrs. '(Rev.) L. Turner and 17 /» Centralia . Mitchell Cfomarty SECRETARY-TREASURER B. -W. H. BEAVERS.. ......... Exeter GLADMAN & STANBURY Solicitors, • Exetef Gf?aco( and Marie of Creditoil were Sunday visitors with Mr. and Mrs. Roland Neil. About one hundred ladies gatli* ered/at the home of Mr. and Mrs. James Dixcn and presented Miss Laura Dixon with a lovely miscel­ laneous shower, , ihr, and Mrs, Charlie Haskett and Mr, and Mrs. Hmest MeKoIpln, of Lucan, visited on Sunday with Mr. <iid Mrs, {Drad Nell and. family. “I always wondered what my hus­ band did with his waning#, until X stayed home one evening and found him therel**