HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1942-11-05, Page 7THE EXETER TIMES,ADVOCATE, THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER Sth, 1948
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‘Ilian in her heart’ROB^EOEN
' it wasn’t in the cards that Amm
and Doc could continue their experi
ments without their
out.
< Not that Johnny
I turn or that Cephas
. the temptation to brag to. his f.el-
| low swipes. Both were loyal and
■; although it required a tremendous
Anne wee delighted with the suc
cess they hud achieved, ' .
“What de you think, Doc? Looks
like Kokoa's going to take to the
blinkers’ all right, doesn’t it?”
“We’ll have to keep working with
him, every -day. There’s only two
weeks left, you know, so we haven’t
much time,”
Early every morning, Anne had
Johnny and the horse, on the track,
and .the third day, when Kokoa
showed less inclination to leap the
fence whenever the shutter clicked
before his eye, they decided he was
ready to be broken in on <the turn
“.’From now on," she directed
Johnny, “nevei* shut the plinker ex
cept right at the head of the stretch.
We’ve got to get himxaccustomed to
going blind in his right eye at the
same spot.” So Johnny worked and
worked the horse, and each .time as
the grandstand came in sight around
the last turn, he pulled the leather
strings At first Kokoa shied and
tried to bolt, but finally seemed to
accept the innovation.
Of course there was no way of
telling whether he would behave
himself in a race, but it was a
chance Anne ^decided they'd have'to
take. . -
“I’d like to put him in the
Saturday,” she told Burgess,
I don’t dare. I don’t believe
been schooled enough yet, and
if he was I wouldn’t want to show
my hand. If we’re going to win
with Kokoa, we might as well win
at a price."
Hectic Week
During this hectic week, Anne
'hardly saw Rusty. He was busy
running a horse nearly every day.
Seldom did one of Van Evers’
horses he saddled run out of the
money and Brenda and her father
were elated. The odds had gone
down on his Sky Writer, too.
A couple of times when Rusty did
oome by, he saw Pat very much in
evidence, so he. merely nodded or
wayed a\careless greeting and went
| effort on ths part of Cephas, he
trial
“but
he’s
even
on about his business.
It was so different from his us
ual habit of stopping to banter with
Anne* or Doc, that the1 girl remark
ed about it to Pat.
“Guess he’s goile high hat since
he’s been taken up by society," the
newspaperman laughed,
cely ever
more.”
Anne
changed
missed it from her mind,
enough of worries of her awn with
out taking on anything extra, al
though she had to admit she missed
seeing her wisecracking former
neighbor,
Dick Count was busy supervis
ing final preparations of Moon Jade
for the big race, but Anne kept out
of his way. She knew that if she
encountered him, she'djlose her tem
per again, and say something
might regret. She’d made up
mind to forget Moon Jade,"
With all of her hopes now
ned on Kokoa it was impossible to
do justice to his preparation and
worry about what might have been.
“The best way to get even with
that gang,” she told herself, “is to
, beaLthein in a fair race. They won't
be expecting that, and the shock
would just about kill them."
While Anne was concentrating on
the big race and trying desperately
to get her horse into shape, Pat
concentrating on the gii’L
He made no secret of the
that she was the sun, moon
stars about which his world revolved
even though he’d had no further en
couragement since the night Anne
had told him she’d see how she felt
after the race.
Seeks Advice
Knowing that Burgess was closer
to her than anyone else, he corner
ed the old vet one afternoon and
asked his advice.
“I’m doing a lousy job at the pa
per, I can't sleep at nights* and I've
got .no more appetite than a can-
“He scar
bothers to nod to me any
wondered about Rusty’s
attitude and then dis-
She had
she
her
pin-
was
fact
and
ary,” he said.
“Offhand, I’d diagnose your con
dition as serious but apt necessarily
fatal,” Doc said.
“Does Anae ever mention me to
you?” Bat demanded, eagerly,
“Well, occasionally,” the bld man
admitted and Barnes seized on that
crumb as though it were a whole
loaf.
“Do you think she’ll marry me?”
“You’ll have to ask her that your
self, son.”
“I already have.”
“What did she say?” Doc tried to
conceal his anxiety and felt immea
surably relieved when Pat told him
Anne had deferred all talk of ro
mance until after the stake,
“She’s smart, Pat, and you ought
to let her alone. She’s working
like the devil on Kokoa, and she
hasn’t any time for monkey busi
ness now.”
“It might help and I’d certainly
apjireciate it if you’d slip in a good
word for me when you get the
chance,’’ Pat urged,
2$orry," the old man answered,
“but I'm not playing Cupid for any
newspaperman.’’ He walked away
and as he went he muttered to him
self,” “Besides, I’m betting on an
other boss in that race.’’
“Darn Rusty, anyway,”
“I thought by* this time
hanging around her like a
lector, but he hardly passes
of day any more,”
Checks Strategy
That night he went to Mrs. Mur
phy to lay the whole matter before
her again and check on his strategy.
“Sure, and don’t worry your head
about' it,” the experienced Kate ad
vised. “Things is working out as
I expected.”
CHAPTER XXXII
Doc felt some better when Joe
confirmed ‘ Mrs. Murphy’s opinion
but he still wasn’t entirely satis
fied with his success as a match
maker.
he said,
he’d be
tax col-
the time
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never mentioned a word about Ko
koa to anyone.
Suspicious
But a racetrack is the most sus
picious »place in the world.
Everyone is always on the alert
for the tricks of a rival, and any
changes in regular routine are spied
out and discussed avidly as the hab
its of a new milliner in a small
town.
There was little chance for Ko-
koa’s new set* of
the notice of the
and hanger-on.
Acquaintances
en a civil word to Doc for months,
' suddenly began to cultivate him,
! If he hadn’t taken an iron-clad
•pledge not to drink a drop until af
ter the big race and tenaciously stuck
to it, he could have. been perman
ently as stiff as a poker at no ex
pense to himself.
Not in years had he received so
many invitations to “have a shot”,
and certainly never in his adult years
, had he flatly rejected’so many in
vitations for free liquor.
When these slightly subtle at
tempts to loosen his tongue failed,
some, bolder than the rest, bluntly
demanded to know what was up with
Kokoa.
To one and all he replied that
nothing was up. They were simply
training him the best they knew
hpw for the big race. He was their
one ace in the hole and naturally
I they were doing their best.
Kokoa’s sizzling workouts were
[matters of public knowledge and
couldn’t be hidden, There were
several mentions of them in the
sports gossip columns.
Invariably, however, the experts
discounted them by recalling his
, notorious habit of bearing out.
Pat even wrote a feature story
for his page about “the Max Baer
of the racetrack.” He drew a paral
lel between the playboy who had
everything, speed, endurance and
a fighting heart, but who had blown
his chances to be the king of the
fight world, because of one glaring
fault. Max’s fault, he said, was
that he refused to take anything
seriously,
Kokoa, too, he wrote, had the
speed, the strength and the heart
to be a champion, but he also had
One fault tha^*^aAe;Mm a-never-
was instead of fhe‘.real thing. -
Read Story
Ricco and Count and Shore read
Pat's story as well as listened to
the gossip, and whereas the others
accepted the record of past perfor
mances and the words of the ex
perts -..that Kokoa was certain to
blow up when the real racing start
ed, they didn’t.
A successful gambler never takes
anything for granted-"
They, already had Moon Jade bet
heavily in the future books all
around .the country, and they were
planning to sink every cent they
could raise on him to win the race.
They had satisfied themselves
he could take the measure of any
other ahorse entered, but when ru
mors kept cropping up about liis
former stable mate they became ner
vous. •
■.Count, having access to the stables,
snooped and snooped, asked ques
tions, offered bribes, and finally
discovered for himself that Kokoa
was wearing a new type of^blinkers.
After a conference with his pals,
he lodged a formal protest, charg
ing illegal equipment.
It was a charge Anne
nied when she was- called
office.
“I’ve already notified
Kokoa would race with
blinkers to escape
keen-eyed trainers
who hadn’t spok-
talked out of
succumbed to
secret leaking
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The price to be paid by Wartime Salvage Limited, a Government
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For scrap loaded on cars containing 25 tons or more price
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NORRIS-JORDAN
t
hotly de-
to Webb’s
you that
blinkers,"
she 'said, “and that covers it."
“But what kind of blinkers?"
Count, who was present at the hear
ing, demanded.
“That’s none of yours or anyone’s
business,” she retorted.
“There’s nothing in the regula
tions that says. I can’t use any kind
of blinkers I choose. Am I right,
.Mr. Webb?”
i The Chief steward admitted that
she was, and dismissed the com
plaint*
Another Shot
But Count and his fellow crooks
had another shot in their locker,
and it hit Anne With the force of a
camion ball the following day
when Johnny Rains, his cheeks
stained with tears, told, her that he
couldn’t ride Kokoa in the big face.
Anne and Doc demanded an ex
planation.
“Count found out we didn’t have
nothin’ but a verbal agreement for
me to ride for you,” he said.
“So what does he do but go to
Terry an* offer him $250 for me to
ride Moon Jade along with ten iper
cent of what I earned. Terry, the
sap,, fell for it anj, signed, so that
lets me out.”
“But he’s already got Al Anders
flying out from Belmont to ride
Moon Jade,” Doc argued.
“I know it, and that, means I
won’t get no moot/’
(To be Continued)
A ipretty autumn wedding was
solemnized recently at the home of
Mr. and Mrs. Milton Jordan, Geor
gina Street, Mitchell, when their
second daughter, Margaret Ellenor,
became the bride of Captain ,Nor-
val J. Norris, of the Royal (Canadian
Corps of Signals, Kingston, son of
Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Norris. .Staffa.
White wedding bells, pink., and white
streamers and .bronze baby mums
graced the loom in which the cere
mony was performed by Rev. Harold
C. Vernon, pastor of Main St. Un
ited Church. Mrs. Lome Jackson,
sister of the bride, played the bri
dal chorus from Lohengrin. Given
in marriage by her father, the bride
looked charming in a two-piece en
semble of light blue wool sheer. She
carried a shower bouquet of Talis
man roses and bouvardia. She was
attended by Miss Margaret Sebben,
of Stratford, a classmate and mem
ber of the 1942 graduating class of
Stratford General Hospital. She
wore a two-piece ensemble of rose
wool sheer, with a colonial nosegay
of pink roses, carnations and bou-
vardia. Lieutenant Hugh McLen*
nan, Kingston, was best man, After
the ceremony the guests were re
ceived by the bride’s mother, who
chose a dress of navy blue crepe.
The bridegroom’s mother assisted in
navy blue sheer,
corsages of yellow roses and white
baby
was
with
With
Miss
bride, Miss Jean MacLeod and Mrs.
Stanley Fraser, both graduates of
the Stratford General Hospital,
served, assisted by Mrs. Robert Watt,
aunt of the bride, and Mrs. Alvin
Elliott, aunt of the bridegroom. For
travelling the bride donned a royal
blue velveteen dress, brown Harris
tweed coat and brown accessories,
The- honeymoon will be spent in To
ronto and Kingston. Guests were
present at the wedding from Staffa,
Stratford, Kingston, Toronto and
Mitchell.
CREDITON EAST
Mrs. Harold Glanville and two
sons, of No. 4 Highway, Exeter,
spent Sunday with the former’s son
■here.
Mr. Gordon Melmer and Mr. Mur
ray Neil, of Windsor, spent the
weelc-end at their homes here.
Mr. and Mrs. William Heatherley
and daughter, Mrs. Thelma Kelly
and Mrs. Frank Seheiding, all of
London, spent Sunday with Mr. and
Mrs. Win* Motz.
Mrs. Rachael Sims, of Exeter, is
visiting her daughter, Mrs., Murray
Neil here.
They both wore
Wedding dinner
a table centred
mums. The
served from
a three-storey wedding cake
ipink mums In silver baskets.
Norma Jordan, sister- of the
HARPLEY
Master Cleve Brotphey, of Green
way, spent the week-end with Mas
ter Morley Love.
Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Hickey and
Miss Hazel 'Frost spent the week
end with friends at Granton.
Mr. Mansell Hodgins visited over,
the week-end in Toronto.
Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Taylor and
family, of Exeter and Mr. d*nd Mrs.
Elson Whiting visited on Sunday
with Mr, and Mrs. Bill Love.
Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Eagleson spent
Sunday at Grand Bend.
Mr. John Love, of Grand Bend
and Mr. 0. K. Love called on Mr.
B. J. Hodgins on Sunday afternoon.
Miss Shirley Murray visited over
the week-end at Bashwood with Miss
Oestreicher.
Mr. and Mrs, Newton Hayter and
family, Donald, Glen and Barbara
spent Sunday afternoon with Mr.
and Mrs. Frank Statton at Grand
Bend.
Master Howard Greene, of Grand
Bond spent the week-end with Mas
ter Glen Hay tor.
DIES AT BOWMANVILLE
Mrs. Elizabeth Passmore Spargo,
a native of Usborne Township and
well known to many of our rea
ders, died at her home, Manvers
Road, Bowmanville, on Wednesday,
October 28, aged 84 years. Mrs.
Spargo had been in failing health
for the last five years but had been
confined to her bed only since the
first of October. Born on the
Thames Road October 3, 1858, she
was a daughter of the late William
and Mary Passmore. Following her
marriage to Rev. w. H. Spargo on
September 21, 1863, they were trans
ferred to the New Brunswick and
Prince Edward Island .Conference
of the Methodist Church. In 1919
they retired to Bowmanville and
were connected with Trinity United
Church. Mr. Spargo predeceased
her in December, 1928. Two daugh
ters survive, Vestena at home and
Mrs. R. J. F. Staples (Ella May),
of Toronto. The funeral was held
from her late residence on Satur-’
day last conducted by Rev. J. E,
Griffith assisted by Rev. W. A.
Bunner, Rev. W. P. Rogers and Ref*
F. Joblin. Among those attending
’from a distance were Mr. and Mrs,
Percy Passmore, Mrs. Arthur Gar
diner, Mrs. Gilbert Duncan, Mrs. W.
T. Quinn, all of Exeter; Mr. Bert
Gardiner, Mrs. Wesley Staples, Mr.
and Mrs. M. Staples, of Toronto;
Mr, and Mrs. Frank Staples, of
Whitby; Mrs. M. E. Wilkinson, Mrs.
V. Wilkinson, Mr. Jack Wilkinson
and son John and Mrs. liapson, of
Toronto, The bearers were Roy. H.
W. Foley, Rev. John Bunner, C. H.
Mason, Frank Staples, A. J. Adams
and Hubert Smale. Interment took
place in Bowmanville cemetery.