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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1939-03-02, Page 6THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATETHURSDAY, MARCH 2nd, 1939 ^lMmiimiiinhi min' mi mwwwviiiiiMin rrnRiiiBwmwwiBininiiiifnrTMiiiwmfirwiiflnrmnnirimrmnwMiwiiiTTwniBBMMMMamMMMMiMmBTfwimriwi^ At the dooi' he held her in his arms, kissed her with impetuous fer­ vor, released her with obvious reluc­ tance and then left. Eloise stared at the closed door, an enigmatic smile on her lips. “Silly ass,” she said aloud to her­ self, “but he’ll tide me over until 1 meet some one with real money.” Andrea Becomes Tiger Eloise slept late the next day. So sheavy was her slumber it was like a still death. Persistent knocking at the door finally roused her. As she opened the door she was visibly sur­ prised to see Andrea standing there —-a trim, tailored, purposeful Andrea who immediately entered the room. "I want to talk to you—serious­ ly,” Andrea said after a brief salu­ tation. “Your visit, to my shop— and your uncalled for remarks— have definitely harmed my business.’ “If you came to fight, I must have my breakfast,” Eloise retorted, walk­ ing to the telephone and blandly placing her order. “I make it a rule never to argue before my morning coffee. Andrea was slipping off her gloves As she went to place them with her bag on the desk her eyes were ar­ rested by the $100 check bearing the signature of David Mason. So David was giving her money? Then he was still hopelessly in love with her, for Andrea knew that even with his raise in salary he could not afford to be handing around $100 checks. A waiter came with the coffee Eloise had ordered. “Now let’s have it,” Eloise said, starting to sip her morning coffee. “Don’t ever set foot in my shop again,” Andrea said crisply, in a manner new and strange. “If that’s all you have to say, you can go,” Eloise answered with sharp sarcasm. In an instant, Andrea’s self-control was swept away. She rushed furiously to her sister’s side and, seizing her shoulders, shook her with primitive violence. “For once in your life you’re go­ ing to listen to me,” hse shouted, her face flushed. “I’m trying to get on my feet. Sandy’s still out of work and I have enough on my shoulders without you interfering. Do you un­ derstand?” “Still trying to run the whole world, I see,” Eloise said, sarcastial- ly amused at Andrea’s unusual flash o.f temper. Roughly she pushed off her hands. “I’m sick and tired of your holier-than-thou stuff, Andrea. I have my own ideas about you and Gilthorp.” Andrea’s eyes blazed |with fury. Her raised hand slapped her sis­ ter full across her mouth. Eloise cringed and struggled to push the irate girl away. “You lie!” Andrea shouted, seiz­ ing Eloise’s arms. “You’re mean and greedy. You’re a cheat and a chis- eler. And you’re a common thief, too! You stole money from Gilthorp —money I’d had to scrimp and save to repay. I’m warning you. From now on you stay out of my business. Do you hear?” Eloise struggled to free her arms, amazed at the spirited Andrea who held her in a vise-like grip. “Tke your hands off me,” she said surlily. Andrea’s mood softened suddenly. “If you really need money—and I couldn’t help seeing David’s check— why 'don’t you come home to live,” Andrea said, her voice soft again. “No, thanks,” Eloise replied caus­ tically. Why hadn’t she put that check out of sight? “If I ever did need money, I’d never come to you - and I’d rather sing in a honky-tonk than live at home again. That’s one door I’ve closed forever.” Repents her Action ■Sensing that further argument would be futile, Andrea gathered up her things. Then impulsively she leaned over and kissed Eloise’s cheek. “Oh, Ellie,” she said, her voice quivering. “I’m so fond of you—no matter what you do.” Tears blinded her as she rushed to the door, ashamed of hex- outburst. After Anarea was gone, Eloise went on indifferently eating her breakfast and planning what she would do with David’s money. It was several days before Andrea saw David again, but she had resolv­ ed to warn him not to lend Eloise BACKACHE A Cry for Help Most people fail to recognize the seriousness of a bad back. The Stitches, twitches and twinges are bad enough and cause enough Buffering, but back of the backache, and the cause of it all, is the dis­ ordered kidneys crying out a warn­ ing through the back, The pam in the back is the kid­ neys cry for help. Go to their assistance. Get a box of Doan’s Kidney Pills. A remedy for back­ ache and sick kidneys. Be sure and get “Doan.’a.” The T. Milburn Co., Ltd., Toronto, Ont, too much money, for she was sure now that Eloise had somehow lost all her money and would be con­ scienceless about loans. It wasn't fair for David, who had so little money, she reasoned, to be a victim of Eloise’s extravagance. David’s mind was full of a new song he was working on, when she saw him again at the apartment. He played it over and sang the words as far as he had gone ?n his com­ posing. Andrea listened with a mind divided, and when he had fin­ ished and asked for criticism, she faltered. “Why, to tell the truth, David, I didn’t pay attention,” he confessed finally. “There’s something on my mind.” David studied her face intently. It was the first time Andrea hadn’t given him her entire concentrated interest. “Well well,” he said good-humor­ edly, “how do you expect me to write more hit songs if you won’t help me. Remember how you made me change the middle? It was better that way, too.” She smiled at him almost mater­ nally. How she loved his childlike enthusiasms—-his variable moods so boyish -— so unpredictable. David, meanwhile, looked at her and for the first time, began to estimate how truly helpful she had been in his creative work . . how instinctively he turned to her with his new-born compositions. “I’ve been taking you too much for granted, Andrea,” he announced solemnly. “You’ve always been there —patient and willing—and I've al­ ways somehow expected you to be there. It never occurred to me that perhaps you might have other inter­ ests—other concerns.” Her heart leaped at his words. "Oh David, dearest, my only concern is you,” she said, flushing rosily at her own temerity—her own outspoken­ ness. “I mean I’m always interest­ ed in your music” she added in con­ fusion. “But something is on your mind,” he said, appearing to miss her em­ barrassment. “What is it?” Quarrel With David Andrea searched for words to tell him—tactful words that would con­ vey her meaning, but not too blunt­ ly. She decided to go back to the beginning and explained about acci­ dentally seeing his check on Eloise’s desk. “I don’t think you should lend her money,” Andrea concluded. “And why not, for heaven’s sake?’ David demanded, his manner sud­ denly irritable. “Somebody should help her.” “You mean I should?” Andrea re­ torted. “Well, yes, why not? 'She’s your sister. You have the shop. It isn’t as if you needed money yourself.” Andrea stared at him. This couldn’t be David talking like this—with this antagonistic attitude. If only she could tell him about Eloise’s visit to the shop. Her business had fallen off since that day—the flood tide of gossip hadn’t taken long to wipe out a good portion of the patronage she had so carefully built’ up. But she could not tell him that. She stood looking at him uncertainly— ■biting her lip in a gesture of vexa­ tion—her hazel eyes brooding. “My reason is because I don’t think you can afford to lend any­ body any money. You’re just getting, a start yourself,” she said finally. “I’m the best judge of that,” he replied with quiet dignity. “I’m sur­ prised at your heartlessness •— and your selfishness.” The cruelty of his words stabbed Andrea to the quick, but she could make no reply. Let him think what he would. He was picking up his hat. It was their first real quar­ rel. Dismal fear held her in a vise. “I always had faith in you, An­ drea,” he said, his words slow—de­ liberate, “but I guess I was mistaken You let Giltliorp pay your bills and you won’t even help your own sister. You’ve let this shop turn your head. I’m utterly disappointed in you.” CHAPTER XVII The taproom was filled with a blue haze of smoke. A noisy, laugh­ ing group of men lined the chronium bar, but Eloise, who sat in one of the booths, did not hear them. She sip­ ped her drink with thoughtful con­ templation. Her hopes that a ‘break’ would change her luck was never going to be realized, she thought. And then she overheard a low-voiced conversation in the adjoining booth —a discussion which suddenly rivet­ ed her entire attention-. “We’re going to form a pool in Universal Transport,” the voice said, in a tone of guarded wariness. “It’s selling at 20 now and we’ll push it up In a week to 30. Then we can all get out with a 10-point rise.” “But if wind of it gets out, too many people will jump in and spoil it,” cautioned another voice. “It won’t get out. There'll only be a few of us will know it, It’s as safe as Government Bonds.” Greed at Work Nervously, Eloise picked up the discarded newspaper at her side and scanned the stock market. Sure enough, Universal Transport was quoted at 20. It she only had some money. With a ten-point rise she could recoup her losses and have enough over to carry her for a year. She drew pencil and an old letter from her pocketbook and with fren­ zied fingers began to figure hypothe­ tical figures. If she had a few thou­ sand-—-say $5000—she could buy 50 shares outright. If she bought on margin, she could clear $5,00:0! But where could she borrow the money? Sharpened by shrewdness, her mind darted in a hundred pos­ sible directions . but the only per­ son she would dare ask was David— and she knew he didn't have $5000. But now that he had his own show on the radio he might be ^ble to bor­ row the money. She would see him at dinner to­ night and ask him. It was a sure thing. She would only need the money for a week and then she could return it. David seemed strangely morose when she met him at the restaurant. “Did something go wrong at the station today?” she asked. “You look as depressed and low as an Arc­ tic thermometer.” “It’s about Andrea. I’m disap­ pointed in her,” .David replied, tell­ ing her sketchy details of his argu­ ment with her younger sister. “But that’s silly,” Eloise remon­ strated, feeling she could assume a generous pose. “I don’t need money that desperately. My funds are tied up—that’s all.” “But she should help you,” David persisted doggedly. “She’s your owr flesh and blood. If families don’t stand by you—who will?” “Well, I do wish I could borrow $5,000 somewhere,” Eloise admitted regarding David with careful scru­ tiny. As he suddenly raised his eyes she lowered her own to hide the calculation there. “I would only need it for a week and I could return it,” she added confidently. Rising to the Bait Her words sent David into a laby rinth of thought. For the first time in his life he had money in the bank —a lot of money—'$15,000—but it didn’t belong to him. It was money he had been given to buy talent for his radio show. Did he dare to touch it? He looked searchingly at Eloise. She knew nothing of the money, he was sure. He had just banked the certified check that afternoon. “Are you sure you could return the money in a week, Eloise?” he asked, knowing with swift intuition that he would lend it to her — he would give her anything in the world If she were to ask for a star, the sun or the moon it would seem only rea­ sonable to give them to her. “I’m putty in her hands,” he thought, as he waited her reply. “I could return it in less than a week,” Eloise replied, her eyes alight with avid anticipation. “Do you know some one who would lend it to me? I’ll get much more than that from Burchette’s lawyers. David met her eyes and held them captive with the ardent intensity of his own. “I can lend you the money myself,” he said, with a touch of pride. “It isn’t mine, but the firm has given the money to buy talent for my show I won’t need all of it now—so if you can pay it back in a week, no one need ever know.” “How can I ever thank you, Da­ vid?” Eloise’s voice was flatteringly dulcet. “You don’t know how much I count on you-—” “But you can always count on me, Eloise,” David struck in eagerly. “That’s what I want you to do. If only you would lean on me more— turn to me when you need help. Some day you’ll belong to me. Eloise. I’m only marking time until that blessed day dawns.” “Who knows? That may all come true, David,” she said, her dark eyes luminous, promising. playing with Love When they had returned to her hotel room, Eloise was more than cordial. She ordered liqueurs, and as they sipped them she spoke soft words that sent'David’s pulses leap­ ing. “I've almost decided to marry you David,” she said, amused at his spontaneous response to her slight promise. “You’re one man in a thousand.” “Oh, Eloise, if you would I’d be the happiest man in the world!” His woice was vibrant with emo­ tion. “I’d pick you right up in my arms and walk out over the moun­ tain tops of the wiorld shouting, ‘look what the gods gave David Ma­ son!” As she smiled hei’ face became alight with beauty. She became for an instant like every woman in the world who listens to words of love and endearment. Before he left that night David wrote his. cheek, llis hands tremb­ led slightly as he affixed his signa­ ture. It was the first check in four figures he had even written. Tiny beads of perspiration appeared on his .forehead as he thought of the risk he was taking; but Eloise’s flat­ tery had swelled him beyond his own limitations. He felt for the mo­ ment a superman — ready to con­ quer the world. His mood persisted as he walked home, surrounded by a glow of hope he had never felt before. With Eloise at his side lie could accomplish— he could achieve. He would make her proud of him. But it was Andrea and not Eloise who listened to his new show on the air the next night . . Andrea, still faithful, although his sharp dis­ approval flayed her as if she had been struck by a whip. Other Financial Worries At the end of the program her own personal problems flowed back into her mind. She would not be able tc meet her payment to Dean Giltliorp He had said he might drop in to visit tonight. She had not cleared enough money — even with Sprint sales—to meet her obligations. How would she ever tell him? Her busi­ ness had fallen off noticeably ever since Eloise’s scene in the shop. It had not taken long for her accusa­ tion to be bandied about over the tea-cups, and Andrea’s clientele was mostly society people. Little Sandy, crawling on the floor, pulled at her skirt, demanding attention. She picked him up and cuddled him, the lines of worry dis­ appearing as she listened to the soft gurgling sounds that he made as she fondled him. She was still holding him when she answered the bell for Giltliorp. What a picture she made, Giltliorp thought appreciatively as he looked at her silhouetted in the light, her hair alive with golden fire, the baby contentedly cradled in her arms. ‘‘Hold that pose!” he said gaily in greeting. “If that wouldn’t give an unattached, romantic male ideas — then all the wiles of womanhood nur­ tured through the centuries have failed!” Andrea blushed at his compliment and uttered quick protestations. “I didn’t do it on purpose,” she said rebukingly. “I had little Sairdy in my arms and I answered the bell. Mary and Sandy have gone out. It might have been anybody at the door.” “Yes, and anybody would have been equally impressed,” Gilthrop insisted, as he placed his hat on the mantlepiece. "We have to have a business con­ ference,” Andrea said, "but first I must put Sandy to bed. It’s way past his bedtime now.” “May I help? I’ve never put a baby to bed.” Gilthrop was entranced by little Sandy’s maneuvers as they jockeyed him into his sleeping gar­ ment. He' laughed merrily as the little fellow squirmed, wriggled and gurgled good-humoredly. And the words he had meant never to speak began to pour with serious fervor from his lips. "Wouldn’t you like one of your own—of our own?” he asked grave­ ly. “Andrea, you’re young and lovely. A child of your own is life. You won’t know life until you have one.” His manner was beyond personal passion. Something fundamental and ultimate stirred in his heart. Andrea stood up facing him, her eyes revealing for an instant her own romantic urge to have a child— but not Gilthrop’s child—she want­ ed David’s Perhaps she was a fool, but she could not change. It had always been of David she thought in her romantic imaginings. "Who wouldn’t want a baby like that?” she said finally, looking down at the drowsy child to avoid the im­ petuous flames in Gilthrop’s dark eyes. But his hope died as instinct warned him that the time was not reyda foi* him to pursue nor per­ suade. Business Before Romance "We have business to discuss,” she said candidly, abruptly leading the way back into the living room. "Business before romance, sir,” she added, with a stilted attempt at gay- ety. Then she told him that she wouldn’t be able to meet the pay­ ment that month. She showed him the figures for her month’s business. "Cheer up and smile, will you?” he commanded. "This isn’t the end of the world.” Then his mood changed. “I was serious back a few minutes ago, Andrea,” he said, his voice re­ pressed. "I want you to marry me. I want to take care of you. I never meant to tell you—but I love you. Maybe you don’t love me now, but I can make you love me,” He bent and kissed her hand in a gesture of reverence. “I can’t marry you, Dean,” she said slowly. "You’ve been good and kind to me and I Can never repay you. 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