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All That Glitters ANNE TEPLOCK BROOKS
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SYNOPSIS
Tamar, her father, Major Towne,
and Christopher Sande have gather
ed in Dick Sheridan’s office to dis-
russ a new contract for leasing the
gold mine on the Randolph planta*
tion in Georgia, Tamar has secret
information about Towne’s previous
activities, but is not compelled to
use it. The new contract is duly
Signed and they return to ShadweU,
The next day Tamar again visits the
mine and there meets Christopher,
She takes liim in her car to a rest
aurant where the engineer has a
conference with the Major. On their
ride Sande tells her something of
Ris past life. Dropping Sande at the
restaurant, Tamar starts on some
errands and is surprised when Ran-
jiy hails her at a crossing and invi
tes her to lunch. They meet Dick
Sheridan and his father at the hotel
grille.
Tamar ate her oysters with relish.
She was hungry and they were her
favorite sea food.
ny’s tea and dropped in it two
lumps of sugar and mechanically
speared a slice of lemon for it. She
looked up suddenly, and found him
observing her with a smile playing
about his lips.
He said: “Just as if we had been
married for years!" And was sorry
immmediately.
see Ranny jealous!
Mr. Sande?” she
sweetly.
Ransome Todd opened the car
door,
his gentlemanly instincts, ’
thought. Ranny closed the
carefully, “Nice to have had
with you, Tam, dear,"
F01* Ran to have added the
dear, to his parting,
Tam could bear,
some hello for
"Everybody’s related in the South,
but especially aroud Tahlahneka,"
she explained to Sande,
Ransome, dear."
Christophei* Sande
they drove out of town,
you two are no more
are yon
What’s it all
jealous?”
“Just
amended,
but you’d
my brother."
“Brother! There’s no advantage
I think
he’d rather be more than a brother.”
“Are you ready, I The citizens impartially discussed
asked softly, I the gold “diggins" along with the
Still finds himself fettered to
Tamar
door
lunch
word,
was more than
“Tell Uncle Rau-
me," she said.
Good-bye,
laughed as
“Of course
related than
and I, Miss Randolph,
obout? Is Todd a little
little possessive," she
'No we’re not related,
think that at least he Was
a
She poured Han-jin that kind of a tie-up.
Sande Agrees With Banny
A Bit Jealous
“Wish you could have gone to the
derby last week," he hastened on.
“It wasn't any fun without you!"
“I thought Selby went. She’s lots
of fun, and I understand that she
had a grand time,” she said mail-;
ciously, with undertones and .things
th her voice. Selby had told her
about the dancing at the big ball
room of their hosts in the evening.
“Maybe I can go next year." She
wondered idly what she would be
doing one year from; that very day.
The Sheridans were through with
their lunch and leaving, they notic
ed, and Tamar glanced at her watch.
"I promised to take Mr. Sande back
to the Cricket Hill in an hour. The
time is up. Ranny, so I’ll have to
dash."
Ransome picked up the check and
walked over to the cashier.
"Weren't
Mr. Todd?"
ly studying
head.
the oysters good today,
asked Mar jean anxiouss-
the frown on. his fore-
'Very fine oysters,” he said,
He held the door open for Tamar,
and they hurried to her coupe.
In the doorway of the Kandy Kit
chen, he could see the tall frame of
Christopher Sande. In another
moment he would be coming out to
the car. Ranny nodded and said
stiffly: “Nice to have seen you,
Tam."
Tamar drove in silence for a
moment. “He wants to take care of
me. Thinkls I shouldn’t go driving
around the country now that the
Cricket Hill is being mined again.”
“I think he's right, much as I
hate to admit it, Miss Randolph. Do
use discretion.”
I shouldn’t have mentioned it
again, she thought. “Here's our
turn,” she said aloud, driving into
the dusty road that led to the
mine. “I’ll try to borrow a horse
for you and we’ll go riding, if you
really would like it.”
“There’s nothing better,” Sande
said. He stood by the car for a few
minutes thanking her for the ride.
She noticed the little freckles across
the bridge of his nose, and saw the
.auburn gleam in his hair that the
sun brought out; his hands were
strong and tanned.
Sande was not a hansoms man.
she told herself.
charm, the spirit of adventure or
whatever it was, that made men like
him conquer raging streams, drive
tunnels through mountains, cross
steel ribbons over forbidding waters.
Tamar turned her car about and
retraced her own tire tacks- in the
new dust that had settled since mor
ning. Once more her hands were
trembling at
burned from
the sun, and
gotten dark
them,
fitted
nose.
Her Discovery
her
her
She
ago
had
and
dis-
Fetteu
drunk,
he had
rut, as he
tale of how old man
come into town roaring
willing to sell a nugget
covered in a cartwheel
went to his creek to pan that day.
Tamar drove over to one side of
the road and let the truck pass. She
waved in response to the driver’s
nod of greeting,
A 'woman will
respect as she deserves, she told
herself as she remembered Chris
topher's and Ransome’s indigna
tion at learning that she was driving
'about alone.
She turned into the drive at Shad-
and Aristotle loped across the
Like fob. me to polish de cah,
Tamah?" He stood on one
methodically scratching the
get just as much
a room at once,
the doctor. Is it the
He vaguely won-
divined the truth be
Stephen Man President of Shorthorn
i
well
lawn.
Miz
foot,,
the back of his leg with the other.
Tamar said: “You did a grand
job the last time. I’ll give you a
quarter if you’ll get this dust off,
Be careful and don’t make a single
scratch on it!"
He opened the door. “Shall Ah
drive it around to de back and hose
it?"
Tamar stopped aghast. Where is
my mind, she groaned. She got
back into the ear and stepped on the
starter.
“Not unless I want to see it wrap
ped around the linden tree out
there. Thanks, I’ll take it around.
And Aristotle, hear me, you’re not
to touch this car’s wheel unless I
give you permission!"
“Yas’m. Dat’s what Ah’s think
in’/'
I
But there was a)
!
the wheel. Her eyes
the direct light of
she took out the for-
glasses and adjusted
She drove slowly, while she
them over her straight little
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W. H. Qestreicher, of Stephen,
was appointed president of -the
Perth-Huron Shorthorn. Breeders’
Club at the annual meeting, held
Friday in Clinton. The meeting
was one of the most successful the
duh has ever held, with the largest
attendance on record.
Other officers appointed were:
Past president, B. J. Thiel, Mitchell;
first vice-president, Arthur Bragg,
St, Marys; second vice-president,
Orval Free, Dungannon, secretary
treasurer, J. C.
Huron County
sentative.
Directors in
include John L.
Roy Pepper,
Armstrong, Seaforth
Zurich;
W, A.
pointed
county
Marys;
James McGillawee, Stratford
Whitney, Brunner.
Stratford and William Potts, Mitch
ell.
Sales agents for the coming year
will be: Huron, William Oestreicher
and Howard Armstrong; Perth,
William Waldie, Stratford, and Lin
coln White.
Reports given by the sales agents
showed that there was a strong
demand for shorthorn breeding
stock in the past year and no dif-
Shearer, Clinton,
agricultural repre-
were made
wartime as
to hold a
shbw in the
ficulty in
every ease
that the
standard
in peace,
Plans
Perth-Huron shorthorn
fall of this year, and committees
were appointed to interview the
Exeter and Stratford Agricultural
Societies to see what their directors
would offer in prize money, Last
year the show was held in Strat-
to
at
be
ford, Members decided also
stage an exhibit of shorthorns'
the provincial plowing match to
held in Huron county in October.
At noon a luncheon, attended
47 persons, was enjoyed at the Mc
Kenzie Hotel in Clinton. Professor
G, E. Day, Guelph, secretary of the
'Ontario Shorthorn Clujb, gave a
splendid address on farm produce
tion in wartime, and Harold White,
Guelph, secretary of the Canadian
Shorthorn Association, gave a re
view of shorthorn business in Can
ada over the year. Mr, White point
ed out that the association had just
completed its best year since 1923
in the number of registrations and.
animals sold. He reported that ex
ports in 1941 were double those of
1940.
At the afternoon meeting, held in
the Clinton agricultural rooms,
Frank Wolff of the Ontario Agricul
tural College gave a splendid ad
dress on artificial insemination.
Professional Cards
by
magazine. The room was electric
with excitement. When he spoke
the second time, his voice was harsh,
“How badly is he hurt’?*’
Tamar dropped her magazine and
came to his side.
“No the nearest hospital is 25
miles away. -Bring him on here at
once and I’ll call Dr. Forrester. Be
careful with him, but hurry!”
Randolph replaced the telephone
in its cradle and said, trying to keep
his voice calm: “There’s been a lit
tle accident at the Cricket Hill,"
Tamar’s heart jumped. She knew
even before he spoke that it was
Christopher Sande who had been in
jured. “I’ll fix
while you call
engineer?"
“Why—yes"
dered how she
(fore he had spoken it.
| Tamar went methodically to the
guest room. It was always kept in
readiness, but she inspected the lin
ens and turned back! the heavy loom
ed spread. She looked up to find
her father in the doorway.
“How badly is he injured?" she
heard her voice ask. ‘
CHAPTER XII
Dr Forrester and the men from
the mine arrived simultaneously.
Tamar saw that Christopher Sande,
who was lying on an improvised
stretcher, was, unconscious. It was
difficult to realize that this man
with whom she. had talked ‘but a few
short .hours before now lay white
and silent, frighteningly inert.
The doctor made a hasty exam
ination, and Tamar stood by with
a basin of hot water, towels and the
little bag of sterilized implements.
She had a faintly sickish feeling as
‘she watched the doctor at work and
tried concentrating on the back of
his head as he bent over Christoph
er. His deft fingers moved rapidly.
“His collarbone is broken and the
abrasions on his skin will be dang
erous unless all the powder is re
moved at once." There was no
need of anesthesia and the man did
not stir during the entire proceed
ings, of cleansing and dressing the,
wound in his right shoulder.
Victim of Explosion
1 “What happened?” Knox Ran
dolph asked one of the men as he
stood on the wide veranda.
“Unexploded dynamite went off
without warning. A fragment of
rock struck Sande before he had a
chance to get away. Is he going to
die?”
“I think he will be all right," Dr.
Forrester spoke encouragingly just
now. Randolph turned impatiently
toward the stairway again. He
must go and relieves Tamar. She
looked a little white, and although
she had‘studied a course, in home
nursing at Shafton Seminary,
knew that she could hardly bear
see any one in pain.
(To be continued)
t' go t’ heabin when Ah
Sweet Johdon—is flat you
Her black smile-wreathed
"Time
Yo’ Mammy been lis-
yo’ step on de star’s,
de chess boa’d and
Phoebe." Tamar crossed
with its old fireplace at
Southern Gingerbread
With Aristotle busily throwing a
stream of. water on the car, Tamar
walked up the flagstone walk to the
side door. She crossed the butler's
pantry, known as the foutt’ry and
heard Phoebe singing “Roll, Jordon,
Roll.”
“Wants
die.”
“T’ see
Honey?"
face appeared in the open door.
Good times are back at Shadwell,
good times like ol’ Mammy used to
tell about,, Phoebe thought,
yo’ got back!
teniu' for
She’s got
waitin’."
“Thanks,
the kitchen
one end, and its new electric range
at the other. The old, struggling
for recognition against new modern
replacements.
“Heah’s dat ginguhbread Ah
made for yo. Wif de last ob de New
Orleans molasses. Lap up dat sauce,
min' me, now! ...Yo’ lookin’ peakid
since yo' been busyin' yo’sef so
'much lately.”
"Thanks, Phoebe. It does look
good.”
up the
lt like
a rope
A few weeks ago she had been in
despair. She knew her father was
trying to get a new loan at the bank
when Major Towne came to him
with the excitement of his gold
strike and his offer to take
option and lease the land.
Her father had jumped at
a drowning man grasping at
Of course she realized that he was
not a really keen business man, or
he would have made investigation
before he gave his word.
The new ontracts accomplished,
after she -had ‘been declared by law
as half-owner of the Cricket Hill,
things at Shadwell began looking
up. The mining equipment had been
moved in and already the clackety-
clack of the little engine that pulled
the carload of ore out of the hill
could be heard for miles in the sil
ent summer mornings.
As- soon as the amalgamation mill
She was busy with the starter and
said: “Thanks for the—why, Ran
some Todd, what’s the matter with
you?" Then she went to clap
hand across her lips to close off
Question. Ran was jealous!
had thought so a little while
and now it was perfectly evident
His eyes had a positive gleam of—
something in them.
“Not a thing, Tamar. But did it
ever occur to you that it might not
be exactly the thing for you to run
around over the country by your
self, now that their are so many
men working around the Cricket
Hill? I’m surprised at you.”
“Don’t bother your head over me.
Ran. I’ve always taken care of my
self—and still can,” she said defen
sively.
“Remember the time I pulled you
out of the Chestatee? And the time'was completed and the process per-
you were so scared of lightning and
wanted to run into the tunnel of the
old mine? ...And I didn’t let you, and
a big rock fell in the opening during
the storm?"
“Go away, Ranny!" she smiled al,
Ilim. “I’m a big girl now.”
And a very desirable big girl
too!" he said grimly. “Here comes
your engineer!"
fected for its production the gold
bars would be made right on the
grounds. As she pulled up a hill,
she could hear the sound of a big
truck. And as it approached, she
could sse that it carried another
load of equipment to be used in the
amalgamation mill.
CHAPTER XI
Tamar looked at the two men out
of the corner of her eye. Ranny
wag positively glowing,
ed with a warm glow.
She shiver-
It was fun to
he
to
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HEAD COLD
Misery Fast!
Former Resident of Usborne
Phone 77
Residence Phone 74
Exeter
Straffon, 80, well-known
Of Croswell, Mich., and
of the Straffon brothers
died Tuesday morning,
Phoebe’s Philosophy
Tamar shrugged her shoulders in
her blue sweater, and slid into a
chair at the kitchen.table. I'll bet
Sande would, like this
she was thinking. He
Boston-brown-bread-and
ancestry. But Christ-
Revert to Type
The first week Tahlahnekans had
driven out from their little town to
watch the operations but ft was blis
tering hot the first month, after the
Major’s strike and they soon settled
back into their unbroken lethargy.
A Pimple Covered Face
Kills Many a Romance
The Eves of many young people are made miser
able by the breaking out of pimples, and you probably
khOW of cases Where a promising romance had been
spoiled by those red, white, festering and pus filled
sores OU the face, f t ut.The trouble is not so much physical pam, but the .
mental suffering cawed by the embarrassing disfigurement which very
often makes the sufferer ashamed to go out jn company. .
The quickest way to get rid of pimples is to improve the general health
by a thorough cleansing of the blood. .7 Burdock Blood Bitters helps to cleanse the blood and With the blood
cleansed the complexion should deer up.
The T, Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont.
and the bouncing
Suddenly her deft
in mid-air. Her
ludicrously, but no
Christopher
gingerbread,
wth his old
-baked-bean
opher was not of the elite circle of
Boston, or he wouldn’t be out dohig
work with his hands, she reminded
herself. Or was that old story-book
fiction?
Phoebe sat and shelled peas into
a yellow bowl, her eyes divided be
tween Tamar
green globules,
hands stopped
mouth opened
words came forth.
“She looks jes lak Ah feels when
dat good-foh-nothin' Biljie comes
foolin’ roun* wif one ob dem hams
he steals f’om Staffo’d,” Phoebe
thought. She clamped her lips to-*
gather and continued her pea-shell
ing.
Phoebe stood and watched Tamar
as she left the room. That wasn’t
like Tamar. Tamar always had a
smile and a word for everybody, and
especially for Phoebe’s thoughtful
ness.
“Sumpitt’ on yo’ min’, Chile, ah
knows de look!" Phoebe said to
herself.
Tamar went upstairs and chatted
with her mother. They had their
game of chess after Tamar had tak
en a guick shower and changed into
lounging pajamas. Tamar had to
keep her attention* riveted to her
chess men. If she didn’t she
it straying back to the events
morning.
Her father came up and
them in the late afternoon,
ted Maris over to her chair by
window facing the Chestatee.
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WINCHELSEA
Mrs. W. F. Batten spent Thurs
day with Mrs. Geo. Godbolt of Cen
tralia.
Miss Mildred Veal spent a couple
of days last week with Mr. and Mrs.
Murch, of London.
Mr. and Mrs. John Prance spent
Thursday with Mr. and Mrs. Wilson
Yule, of Science Hill.
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Murch and
Lawny, of London, .visited on Sun
day with Mrs. Geo. Delbridge. .
Mrs. John Delbridge and Kevin
spent Friday with Mr. and Mrs.
R. D. Hunter of the Narrow Road,
A successful euchre party was
held at the home of Mr. and Mrs,
Newton Clarke’s home on Friday
night.
Misses Donna Murch, of London,
and Muriel Coward, spent Sunday
with Miss Dorothy Pooley, to
brate her 8th birthday.
, Sunday visitors
Mrs.
Mrs.
and
ily,
Cliff Moore and baby; Mr. and
Mrs. 'Clarence Prance and baby, of
London and Mr. and Mrs. Wilson
Yule, of Science Hill. The occa
sion was the celebration of the
birthdays of Mr. Gordon Prance and
Mrs. Clarence Prance.
Paul
resident
member
quartet,
February 24th, at the home of his
daughter, Mrs. George Westbrook,
in Buel township, after a short ill
ness.
Funeral services were conducted
at 2.30 ip.m. Thursday in the Meth
odist church in Croswell by Rev.
Hugh Townley, pastor. Burial was
in Croswell cemetery.
Mr. Straffon was horn in Us
borne Township, near Exeter, Ont.,
May 2, 1861, the son of Mr. and
Mrs. Henry Straffon. He went to
Sanilac county with his parents in
1877 and married Sarah Francis,
Feb. 23, 1-S88. Shortly after their
marriage they moved to Buel town
ship, where they settled on a farm
seven miles northwest of Croswell.
They cleared the farm,, which was
almost wilderness at that time, and
lived there until 1915. Mrs. Straf
fon died in April, 1940. Mr. Straf
fon was a member of the Methodist
church. He sang 55 years in the
choirs of the Buel and Croswell
churches.
Surviving are two daughters, Mrs.
John Holbrook and Mrs.'_ Westbrook,
both of Buel township; four broth
ers, William and Silas B. Straffon,
both of Croswell; Lewis Straffon,
Port Huron and Stephen Straffon,
Buel township; a sister, Mrs, George
Kerr, Standish, and seven grand
children.
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The Successful Store
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He
Bad News
The telephone jangled, and
picked up the receiver, As he
swered, a quick frown replaced
pleasant look on his face, and Tamar
stopped turning the pages of her
T ANDMARK to Great Lakes’ mariners for 27 years, the huge
■*_J electric sign looking over the Detroit River from the roof of the
plant of Ford Motor Company of Canada, Limited at Windsor, Ontario,
is being dismantled that the steel framework may be wrought into
weapons to carry the fight to Hitler and the Japs. Decision to scrap
the sign, which was 450 feet long with lettering 15 feet high, was
made that the steel could be used for war production in the company’s
plant. Standing almost opposite the Western tip of Belle Isle, the
Sign was a beacon to sailors at night and enabled wheelsmen to
locate the shipping channel between the Canadian shore and the
island. Left, a steel-worker dismantles the first letter of the sign
which is the last to come down.
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Take a look about you
and you’ll see that the
successful stores tell
customers what goods
they have, the quality
and the prices, not just
now and then but every
week in the
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