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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1942-07-23, Page 2THE EXETER TJMES-ADVQCATEThursday, July 23rd, 1942 •V CHAPTER X Anne should have more sense j than to wear toeless shoes support-] ©d by flimsy heel straps. She had < no- one to blame when she found herself wading ankle dust which she could holes in her stockings were powdered emery. Goodness knows she’d been around stables enough in her life, but some­ how she had imagined a California track would be different. She’d seen pictures of magnifi­ cent grandstands approaching Taj Mahal in breath-taking grandeur, and somehow had thought they laid down red carpets in the stable area, too. So here she was, tramping around beneath a broiling sun in an outfit that might have brought appreciative glances in the Turf Club lounge, but which was as out of plaee around a barn as a sunbon­ net at a ball. It had been exciting to drive up to the heavy gate which swung open when the keeper- saw the “Ow­ ner” sticker pasted on the wind­ shield of the small roadster. She gasped when she got her first glimpse of the elaborate layout pro­ vided by the ultra-smart Mayfair park for housing the horses, which each afternoon galloped out onto •the carefully harrowed track while the pari-mutuel machines in the stands ran up unbelievable sums on the “tote” board. "Why, it’s j-ust like a little city,” she marveled after the gate-tender had told her where to park her car and given general directions to the location of the Annie Laurie stables. deep in soft feel rubbing as though it pro­ file his her 16. as Tim stream 1 A Drink New Chapter Luxury racing was a new chap­ ter in her life. Her eyes gave a fair imitation of those of Bette Da­ vis as they took in the magnificence of the light, airy stables set in rows ■with nearly fifty yards of space be­ tween the rows. . The long, shed-like -structures were painted a neat gray and there actually were patches of grass to be seen, edging the buildings like bright green rugs. It was five years since she had been near a race track, but this one was like nothing she ever had seen or dreamed about. California, she decided, was do­ ing things for racing on the same grand scale that Nature had ed on the state’s scenery. Her recollection was of little tracks in the east and west, with rickety wooden- stands that threatened -to collapse in the first high wind. Of decrepit old barns, reeking with the stale odors of a thousand horses that had tarried there for a brief stop on the “kerosene cir­ cuit.” “But Aunty, Tim needs me-—he’s sick. He must be or he’d never have wired.” “It’s just a trick. He knows you’re of ago now, and. he can get you away from me. You should go with me to see your grand mere. It is your duty.” “My duty, Aunt Mathilde, is not to an old woman whom I’ve never seen, even if she is my grandmother, but to my father, "Raised you in hilde snorted. Anne’s stubborn blood outlasted ments and after* seein; she took a plane to Arizona. Tim was flat on his back in a sanitarium, with high blood pres­ sure and a nervous breakdown guaranteeing to keep him there for at least six months. “That calls far a drink—it mads me hot watching him,” the girl cried and started for the bar. She stopped as she saw Anne and slowly sized her up. “Excuse my laughter,” the said, “but you look just like a of striped candy that’s run a The description was so apt Anne found herself grinning at the girl- x “I was crazy to wear an like this,” she admitted, glanced approvingly at the white fish-net which held the ‘girl’s short blond hair neatly in place. “Looking for anyone in particu­ lar?” “Yes,” Anne answered. Annie Laurie Stables. A young told me it was up this way,” She was unprepared for girl’s laugh in which the two joined. “Was and did reddish Anne any humor in the situation. “That was Rusty Walton—he’s always kidding. He sends a dozen people a day up here, looking for some stable or other.' “Then here?” Whalen’s Corner Girl, Hopelessly Crippled, Wins Back Her Health Soon we began taking her to a who raised me.” a stable!” Mat- strain of Scotch Mathilde’s argu- .g her aunt off Sid Shore girl stick hit.” 'that back outfit She cool other ‘The man the men lie tall and good looking he have hair a bit on the side?” the girl demanded, nodded, still failing to see Surgeon’s Skill in Grafting piece of, Shinbone into Gladys Jones* Spine j clinic in Loudon every two months, in London Hospital Restores Bid« | dnlph Twp. Miss to Active Life, I The Exeter Times-Advocate Established 187 3 and 1387 at Exeter, Ontario published every Thursday morning SUBSCRIPTION—$2.00 per year in advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertions, 25c. each subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ ticles. To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found JOc, per line pt six word*. Reading notices 10c, per line. Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and Sc. per line, la Mexioriam, with one verse £08. extra verses 25c, each. and kept it up until Gladys was 14. ( During that time she wore out four braces.” The girl. continued to attend . school during those years until fin­ ally it became impossible to walk that far home. Early hospital that year the first of two operations was performed, The second was in July., The following December she went’ home, not really knowing whether all was well, Gladys’ father is at present em­ ployed near Ingersoll and she has been required to take on more of the work aroupd the farm here, Mr. Jones is extremely proud of his daughter. “Why, she’s become a very important mainstay farm work,” he declared, so short a time, too!” The girl herself talks her gameness or the long wait' she had. But it is plain that she’s thrilled immeasurably by the new chapter that has been opened up for her, Gladys agrees with her father when he says: “You can imagine how deeply grateful I am toward the Rotary Club and the Ontario Society for Aiding ’Crippled Child­ ren, who made this possible.” >—Free Press WHALEN’S ’CORNER—Just two years ago the people of this part of Biddulph Jones was listened as an d swore do a full have to be Today, Gladys Jones is as active and and full of fun as any other year-old girl. She now looks ward to a completely normal That’s because the will to win. Coupled with be come her handicap, medical science has wrought a wonder for Gladys, A supposedly incurable spine ail­ ment was mended by a London doctor and new life brought to the Jones farm, a mile south’ of here, on the Mitchell road. Dr, George A, Ramsay, London, performed two operations on the girl’s spine, "transplanting” part of a shinbone to -prevent Gladys from literally “doubling up”. The girl was in the Children’s War Memorial Hospital, London, for a year less four days, getting home just in time for a happy celebration of Christmas, 1940. Now, after what her father, Bruce M. Jones, terms “the best of all salvage work,” Gladys does a full day’s work every day. Tanned and smiling, she wades into task imaginable. None is for her. An average day consists cows morning and Township said Gladys a hopeless cripple. She they shook their heads she’d never be able to day’s work, that cared for all her just two years Gladys Jones she’d life, later, lively 15- l’or- life. has the girl’s desire to like other girls” and to over­ and she had to stay at in 1940 she entered the in London and in May of Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Professional Cards in our “and in GLADMAN & STANBURY (F. W, Gladinan) BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, &c Money to Loan, Investment® Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vaults for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HE NS ALL little of a the Laurie outfit isn’t CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, LOANS, INVESTMENTS, INSURANCE • Office: Carling Block, Mwiff Stre©% EXETER, ONT. • Her interview was short and cheerful, by orders of Dr. Lee, and Tim’s instructions merely were to take over the stable which he had shipped to Mayfair and look out for Sid Shore, his trainer. Sid, he mumbled, was a wizard with horses but inclined to be crook­ ed and needed watching. The doctor turned over the keys to Tim’s small car and Anne com­ pleted her jaunt to California Highway 60. Her sharp heels kicked up ‘"dust as she neared the end of journey. Such elaborate barns were confusing and though she knew the Laurie string was quartered in Sec­ tion S-26, so far she hadn’t been able to find a number on any of the buildings. She -paused in the middle of a heap of dust, fished her handker­ chief from her bag and touched it to her forehead. "Hot enough for you?” Poverty Row It’s down on Poverty Row"No. —probably a few doors from where you saw Rusty. These are the Van Evers’ Stables—I’m Brenda Van Evers.” “Thanks,” Anne auswered short­ ly. The Poverty Row remark had stung a bit. “Im Anne Laurie,” "Have a drink?” Benda offered. “No thanks — I must hurry along.” She rapidly retraced her steps her feet now feeling so numb and swollen she was barely conscious they were attached to her ankles, Starting This Week L’X’SfiXTX! Pullmans that a Challendon wouldn’t have scorned, but mostly her re­ collection was of pooling scant re­ sources with other gypsy owners to hire an ordinary freight car packed wirir straw for the jump to the next track. Once, when she was 15, Tim had got down to a single horse in his stable, and then he saved expens­ es by borrowing a trailer, hitching it onto his wheezy old touring car and bumping over the roads to greener pastures. Despite occasional qualms that a stable wasn’t the best place in the world for a growing girl, Tim bably would have continued arrangement indefinitely tor motherless daughter had not maternal aunt indignantly descended on them near Buffalo one day and snatched Anne from him. The girl was then barely Aunt Mathilde, as French was Scotch, cut loose with a of Gallic invective that left the old boy tongue-tied. “No doubt you’re right, Tilly,” he admitted when he could get his breath. With frequent nose blow­ ings to clear- the tears from his throat, he helped Anne pile her wardrobe into a shabby suitcase. Her apparel at that -moment con­ sisted of three white shirts, two pairs of well worn riding breeches, one ruffled dress for “good” and a few odd bits of cotton underwear. Aunt Mathilde, sniffing right­ eously, packed Anne off to Brook­ lyn and'-put her in school. ■ Then discovering that 'the child had a definite artistic talent, she gave her a thorough ground work in commercial art as a means of fit­ ting her for the future. A Living “It’s about time,” she said prac­ tically, “that someone took you in hand to teach you to earn a living. Heaven knows you can’t -depend on Teem and his broken-down horses. Later we shall find you a good hus- hand.” Protesting that she had been happy and content 'with her father, Anne nevertheless plunged into Jier new life, acquired friends rapidly and made so much progress in school that by the time she was 20, she had a job as a sketch artist in Ian advertising agency. “You see?” Aunt Mafhilde gloat­ ed, triumphantly, when Anne show­ ed her she was saving money out of her salary. “Your Aunt knows what is the best for you. Now aren’t you happy you’ve forgotten Old Teem and his horses?” Anne obediently said she was but it wasn’t exactly true. T-he love of horses was born in her, and no matter what she became in the fu­ ture, she knew it would never leave her. On Saturday afternoons she slip­ ped off to a stable and rented a horse for a gallop through the park, and she followed, the racing news as closely as most girls her age di­ gest the movie gossip columns. . Tim was no correspondent, and aside from an occasional telegram telling of winning a race and a more occasional money order which Mat­ hilde frugally made her bank, she heard not a word from her father. The tracks he followed were not important enough to get mention in the racing papers and his move­ aments were more or less a mystery to her. Almost five years to the day from the time she was taken away from the stables, Anne got finite word from her form of a telegram, sent from Phoenix, read: “I’M SICK AND i lavish- shabby •middle grand- Happy Days Those had been happy days, those years spent with her father. Living like nomads, traveling from .track to track with a small string of horses, most of them tired, worn ’out nags which occasionally, by some, miracle, managed to stick a nose in front of a similar collection of animals and win a two or three hundred dollar purse to keep the Tim and Anne, going for •month. had been occasional per- . prosperity, too, when by Lauries, another There idds of shrewd manoeuvering Old Tim out­ foxed some wily competitor and got his hands on a horse good enough to win an allowance race. Then they lived in fine hotels, bought new clothes, refurnished the tattered silks their jockeys wore and purchased new plaid cooling out blankets to drape over their steeds at the end of a, hard race. Once or twice, Old Tim seemed headed for permanent prosperity, with a formidable string of nags he had claimed and swapped with sly cunning, but always something hap­ pened. He plunged on the wrong horse rnff exhausted their bank roll, the animals got sick, some broke down a,nd had to be retired. It just didn’t seem to be fated Tim Laurie to break into the league and stay long enough to more than a taste for luxury and free spending. for big get RECALLS EARLY via •the her Sky Rocket The propounder of this question couldn’t know that even under the best circumstances it was likely to throw Anne into a rage and in her present frame of mind ,it all but set her off like a sky rocket. She glared at the questioner, dozens of apt phrases she remem­ bered from her early days of liv­ ing in stables fighting for utterance. They came so fast she could only splutter and the young man who had touched them off, laughed. He was leaning against a railing in front of a stall, his soft brown sports shirt open at the neck. Anne noted first the unruly shock of hair on his hatless head, tile color of rusty iron. His strong face was sunburned to an amber shade and freckles stool out prominently on his nose and forehead. Suitable Insult to every great niiik- RAILROAD DAYS “Bill” Stinson re- the “Continental Canadian National her first 'de­ father in the It had been and simply NEED YOU. PLEASE COME AT ONGE. LOVE.” It was signed “Tim”. Bad Enough The scene with her aunt wasn’t as stormy as might have been ex­ pected, although it was bad enough, because Mathilde was ipreparing to sail the following day for ique for a last glimpse of year-old mother who was death bed. “You are a plain fool to to those Morses,” she scolded as she scurried about packing her be- ; longings. Martin- her 70- on her go back W. G. COCHRANE, B. A. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Phone 77 Exeter Residence Phone 74 of evening, assist­ ing her brother in the fields, and doing a big share of her mother’s housework. Her vitality and endurance match that of any 15-year-old girl who did not go through long years of mis­ ery and patient waiting for an oper­ ation which was in itself pretty much a risk. "We never did allow ourselves to hope that Gladys would be nor­ mal again,” Mrs. Jones'recalls. "It was when she was eight and had been going to school about two years that we first noticed a bow in her' shoulders., The doctors told us nothing could be done right then, so she continued -to go to school -for another year. Tf she had' been provoked before, * feeding stock twice a day, she was raging now. “A teeth show smart guy!” She gritted as she plodded along. him!” (To be Continued) her "I'll try-’ The benevolent old man was ing to instil the spirit of ambition in an obviously unenthusiastic office boy. “My boy,” he said, “do you know the secret of success in life?” "No, I don't,” the lad replied frankly. “But I’ll bet there’s a catch in it—like all the rest of them things. I’ll lay you a hundred to eight it’s something-to do with hard work.” When W. G. cently brought Limited” of the Railways to a stop, he was comiplet- ing 43 years of railway service and more than 4'0 years as a locomotive engineer. He commenced railroad­ ing in April, 1'8'99, with the old Lake Manitoba Railway and Canal Com­ pany, now a part of the Canadian National Railway System. On his last run, he recalled his start and remembered , the total rolling stock of that line which amounted to -three locomotives and 101 freight and passenger cars. "The length of all this equipment would not equal the size of a modern freight, train which the n’ew 6200 locomotives are haul­ ing daily,” was Bill Stinson’s re­ mark. Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S, DENTIST Office: Morley Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoon Dr. H. H, COWEN, L.D.S.,D.D»S DENTAL SURGEON Office next to the Hydro Shop Main Street, Exeter Office 36W Telephones Rea. 38'j Closed Wednesday Afternoons Dentist—What kind of filling do you want in your tooth? Junior— Chocolate. to find Red?” as the shoul-- Had Another Bad Night! Wouldn’t You Get Any Rest? To those who toss, night after night. On sleepless feeds, To those who sleep in a kina Or a way, blit whose rest is broken by bad dreams and nightmare. To those who wake up in the morning as tired as when they went to bod, we offer in Milburn’s Health and Nerve Fills a tonic remedy to help Soothe and strengthen the nerves. When thia is done there should be no more restless nights du* to bad dreams add nightmares. . _. „ Fried 50 c a box, 65 pillsi, at all dnig counters. Look for our registered trade mark a “Red Heart” on the packaija, The T, Milburn Co.; limited, Toronto, Onl Searching for a suitable insult, Anne hesitated between address­ ing him as Red or Freckles and de­ cided on the former as more like­ ly to draw blood. “’Can. you tell me where the Annie Laurie Stables, she asked. The ehance shot stung girl saw him straighten his ders and -thought she detected a flush of crimson suddenly edge at his next line. "Oh, sure,” he answered with elaborate politeness. “Walk down that way to the end of the line, turn left and it’s the third building. Not far—just about a quarter of a mile.” Anne groaned, and without both­ ering to thank him trudged on through the dust. She was so mis­ erable she didnt hear his chuckle as she turned the corner. After what seemed hours, she came to the stable which answered his description and paused to look at it in amazement. “A nice layout,” she approved, noting the neatly painted baskets and tubs hung on pegs outside the stall doors. An elaborate mono­ gram was inscribed -on each of the articles, a monogram she took to be “A.L.S.” “Looks more like a model dairy thanva horse barn. Tim must be in the money again.” She walked slowly toward the end of the large building and stood I uncertainly for a moment, looking about. A radio was blaring in a room at the end of the barn and as Anne started in that direction, she heard a burst of laughter. She paused at the door, het eyes widening when she saw a small Negro boy going through an as­ tounding series of steps to the mu* sic, while a girl, whom she judged to be about her age, clapped her hands and shouted encouragemeht. There were two men in the com­ fortable tack room, both in riding clothes, and at one end she saw a small bar loaded with bottles and glasses. The boy collapsed iti a perspiring heap as the music ended, while the small audience burst into cheers. $? b ; , -,' • - 7'- ANO HELP HARVEST FOO© At- VICTORY 1 Q PEND a day or two each week on the farm during harvesting. Join the thousands of Farm Commandos who are prepared to “close up shop” Of lay down their tools for a time, if necessary, to "raid” the harvest fields and help ensure the safe harvest of millions of dollars worth of precious food. Farm Commando Brigades ate springing up in Chambers of Commerce, Boards of Trade, Service Clubs and Churches all over Ontario —bringing together townsmen who are will­ ing to make a direct, patriotic contribution to the War Effort and gain the good-will of neighboring farmers at the same time. Service Club, Board of Trade, Chamber of Commerce or Church Executive and get your local Brigade started at once. The need for a.great emergency reserve of Farm Commandos is urgent. The ‘'stake” is tremendous. Ontario farmers must have every possible man-hour of labour during harvesting to prevent irreplaceable loss of foods to the Allied War Fffort and to Canada herself. Your help Is needed—NOW. Volunteer in The Farm Com­ mando Brigade and be ready to help if harvest emergencies arise. I If there Is no Farm Commando Brigade forming in your locality, take it up with your MM ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER. 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