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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1939-08-17, Page 2THURSDAY, AUOUST 17th, 1930 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE Hill lllllllllll Enjoy a Day or Two Here! Attend. Western Ontario's bright busy, up- villi III Who’s Who that boundary to would remove her when there was So, too! back By Isabel Waitt to-date exhibition, the gathering place of big crowds and all that is best in agricul­ ture, industry, home and other exhibits* PRIZE LIST - $32,000 w. ». JACKSON, Secretary 139 Summer Snow, Frost and Fire, Gave Dark Days Established 1873 and 1887 at Exeter, Oetario Published every Thursday Koruinf: SUBSCRIPTION—$2.00 per year Id advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate for Sale 50c, each insertion for first foyr insertions. quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar- tides, To Rent, Wanted, LosQ or Found 10c. per line of six words. Reading notices 10c. per line, Card of Thanks 5-0-c. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c. per line, Ii Memoriam, with one verse 5Op. extra verses 25c, each. 25c. each subse- Destruction oil Almost Entire Crop of 1810 Heavy Blow to Needy FawnersIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll I stared at him. “Sorry, folks.” I jumped a mile as a newcomer spoke from the door. "Couldn’t help overhearing. I hap­ pen to want the old landmark. Bet­ ter plan on some lively bidding.” Roddy Lane! Same brown suit with tie to match, same bachelor button he affected for his button­ hole. same swagger, same dangerous come-hither dark eyes, but with a new square-cut diamond flashing from his little finger. Seven years since I’d seen him, yet he’d not changed. I was 14 at the time, and he’d given me my first kiss at a party. Not a nice kiss. I’d slapped his face, instinctively. But now I was hostess and he was a guest, so 1 stepped forward. Maybe it was my copper-colored hair, but he knew me, too, “Well, if it isn’t little Judy Jason. His eye ran over me till 1 felt naked. “My, you’ve grown into a beautiful woman! Feed me till af­ ter the auction?” I took his order, wondering was he the one. A commotion was taking place at the mina table. Mr. Quincy began talking something about a bad odor and working his wheels. Hugh Nor­ cross sprang to help him, nar­ rowly missing Lane’s tones. Bessie left the table, head high. Jonas De Witt’s chair scraped. “Too thick for me!” he echoed. Lily Kendall hiss­ ed, loudly enough to reach the ear of King Farouk; “What’s eatin’ everyone?” Albion Potter whispered back “Search me!” Then he, too, tiptoed out. “Can’t spoil my appetite.” Roddy sneered. “More chowder, Judy?” When I brought it he was kidding the waitress. If he dated that green little thing— The guests’ high words floated back from the piazza down the empty hall. Even in the dining room you could hear things like: “Decent folks,” “dirty dog,” “show his face” and “remember my cloth!” This was too good to miss. Lily waddled out, with me just ahead of her, to 'try to stem the line of talk or change it. After all, Rodney Lane was a guest. But he jumped up and crept beside me, signaling tor silence. It was then I had a good look at his well-kept hand and the marvelous diamond ring. Albion Potter was at the far end of the piazza, sketching the clouds in a little book he always carried. The rest were watching the minister practice a golf stroke on the lawn. “Here’s what I’d like to do to that bird.!” De Witt ground his heel into Aunt Nella’s velvety grass and sent dow in the tinkling tree Roddy sauntered down the steps “Good shot, Smith. Haven't lost your stroke,” he said crisply. “Dia they have golf at Stale’s Prison ” i II* 1 he’d sent me the forty twenty-dollar bills to bid for him. And now that he was dead I’d never know why. Aunt Nella let off an indignant mouthful before I could get my breath of the foot of the steps. We had, it eventuated, acquired a new “mealer.” He’d come in a trailer and asked, permission to park on the bluff, over beyond the Lane castle, where outlands cut in at an angle. He might stay a week, or a month, or the Summer. Anyway Aunt Nel­ la was furious because she’d been mixing bread and had to receive him. He was in the parlor now reading a in and was go- ahead, book. I’d better go right make terms, she said. She ing straight up to bed. Mr. Quincy nodded. “Go Judy. Sign him on the dotted line and then get him to help me up the ramp.” “Before-—?” “Before. Might not, otherwise.” “Might not what?” Aunt Nella queried, but trotted back to the kit­ chen, while I entered our front lor, blinking in the bright light. par- I] ___ ♦» SNOW FOR SIX MONTHS FROST STARTED IN JULY Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association * Then There Was a Memorable Day in September 1881, When Smoke Made Night of Day Professional Cards The point is, they’ve got notified. How? Doesn't seem any one here. Phone’s use- My car’s in a garage in Rock- I was towed in—my trailer, •by the garaze people, who A Jam Session By W. H. Johnston in the London Free Press With Two Old Favorites The Rev. Jonas De Witt demanded clams. Once he’d been a big-bug preacher In New York who'd supplied the Rockville Center Church in Sum­ mer and boomed at his helpless par­ ishioners like the ninth wave in a sea. He knew his regilious creed according to Uncle Wylie, next to golf. Indeed, before making arrange­ ments at the inn he’d inquired min­ utely about a golf course, asking, as I now recalled, if there wasn’t a short cut to it through the Lane es­ tate. Uncle Wylie had carried in his gold clubs. “It’s a wonder the Reverend would come way over here, anyway. You’d think he’d hate the sight of the Lane place. Old Man Lane skinned him worse’n us. Dang- ed if I don’t take court,” Aunt Nella, who false teeth except company, had. sputtered back; “Don’t get started on the Lanes. Fifteen years’ feud over a few measly inches Land sakes—dead, ain’t lie? And his good-for-nothin’ son out West, get to shuckin’ those peas.” And now Roddy was dead, Funny how little things come to you in the aftermath of terror; A skinned minister and a boundary fight. Lily Kendall, who’d come to us from an ad in a Boston newspaper, sat beside Mr. Albion Potter, our painter, whose key I’d snitched for Bessie Norcross. Self-effacing, un­ tidy as his ilk, he was a negative sort of person, with a disconcerning way of staring at you. You should have seen the mess he made of his little room over the kitchen, chosen because of its northern light. Could he have sent me the money? Didn’t look as if he had 30 cents. More likely it was Hugh Norcross, or the Rev, Mr. De Witt, or even Mr. Quincy. Hugh rather interested me, when he could escape his cling­ ing vine of a sister. Here was an eligible male, and did she know it! Bessie, as she repeatedly told the world, had already endured one nervous breakdown and appeared hell-bent to enjoy another. She and her brother were in their late twen­ ties and had summered at the Head before. Evidently, from snatches of conversation I caught, she loathed the place. Yet she’d come again. Why? “—knew I was trying to for­ get!” I heard her exclaim once, and then Hugh’s gentle ex-postulation: “—five years—prove to yourself— hurt any more—out West—ever meet him face to face—>!” Now, as it came back to me, I wondered. Out West? Were they speaknig of Roddy Lane? Mr. Quincy also sat at the 'big table, so Lily had her pick of rhe three men. Hugh and Bessie Nor­ cross occupied a table by themselves. They all suffered over Lily's chief topic of conversation — her niece. Gloria Lovelace, who was rising in pictures in Hollywood. We expected the new Superintendent of Schools to board with us. and I hoped to wrangle a school out of him for the Fall term; but I never did, for of course lie never showed up after what happened. ' I a golf ball spang through a win- Lane garage. At the of glass beyond our plum “How right you were, dear. If Roddy re- he did not Seeing' a- “Ghost” “Ooooooooooh!” I let out a little scream. “Nnnnnnnot yyyyyou!” Call it nerves, but the man had on a brown suit, very dark, the same. had seen a “Why not I? I’m Victor Quade, Do I know you?" He rose, and 1 saw at once that not only was his being quietly con- his His as His hair and eyes were Even his size was about No wonder I thought I ghost. voice different trolled, while words; eyes, while just as Lane’s invited confidence; Roddy’s fascinated like a There were other points of ence, too; but at the moment to rationalize the dead hand body I’d left in the basement living counterpart addressing “You seem terribly Quade said, you? Can I get you something? glass of water?" “No, thanks,” I slumped into a chair and heard a hysterical giggle coming out of me that sounded like Lily Kendall. “You wish to take your meals here at the inn? Our rates—oh, I can’t, Mr. Quade. You see there’s just been a—a murder here. You wouldn’t want to get mixed up with it. If you’ll help me push a wheelchair up the ramp I’ll call the police.” “A murder?” he shot at me. “Did you say—murder?" As he bent over my chair a chill crept up my spine. Who was this person? How long had he been here? Could it have been he Mr. Quincy and I had heard scuttling over neat the Lanes? What was he doing at Pirate’s Head, anyway? Could he be the killer? Roddy bit off but he was younger, compelling while snake, ditfer- I tried of the of the me. upset,” Mr. “Sit down, why don’t A .Startling Visitor Well, there, they all sat. that me­ morable evening before, discussing the auction to take place the next day. I listened for dear life at their comments to get a ilne on my un­ known donator. “The old dump would make a swell bonfire for the Fourth.” Hugh Norcross said “Love­ ly place to watch sunsets” - -this from Lily Kendall. “Maybe I’ll bid. | Good spot to think in,” Mr. Quincy t grinned. “Me, I’m going to paint! it,” Albion Potter exclaimed. But: it was the minister, f . dignified and eat a special order of I steamed clams at the same time, who | gave me pause with: “Preached!-’ there one summer, years ago. Rather J;i fancy the old church myself. Senti- j mental reasons," Sentimental reasons! The word- in my mysterious appeal. 1 filled his glass til! it overflowed as stories. And this—Don’t you It lets me in at the beginning mystery. Where’s the phone? paralyzed the breach find out. to be to be less, ville. I mean- parked me on the bluff and then drove back to town. Is there an­ other car I could borrow?” There wasn’t. Everybody'd gone to town, apparently even Uncle Wy­ lie. He’d ridden in Albion Potter’s car; since his own lrid its innards dismantled out in the barn. Mr. Quincy look relieved, I tapped on all the bedroom doors, but evidently nobody was in. Nella was nearly asleep, working terribly meet the season I decided not to ful news but to it. Where was he, I asked. “Gone to the village to see about gettin’ the sink drain fixed,” she murmured drowsily. That meant at Rockville where the rest of the boarders prob­ ably were. flights—Auntie and I have rooms In the attic-—and reported. “We’ll just have to wait,” Mr, Quincy said. “It’s after ten. Some one will be along soon. No celebra­ tion in Rickvilie to keep ’em late— fireworks display or silly bonfire.” “I could walk it,” Mr. Quade ob- miles, By; Katharine Baker had their no excep- to small both com- The days and Canada is Some are limited while others were the exper- of the people in an extensive Such were the dark days Aunt She was hard to make enas having only begun, tell her the dread- let Uncle Wylie do beyond pirates Neck, I went down the two Currants and raspberries make delicious jam but when bined, make a luxurious jam. making of this jam offers an adven­ ture in cookery and the fruits blend perfectly to create an entirely new and individual flavor. We are sure you will find this a real treat in months to come and the ease with which it can be made is a treat for the cook now. There rs no long boiling time to waste fruit and sugar in this recipe. Bottled fruit pectin does away with all that and insures you of a jam of the right texture, natural colour and delicious flavor. If it’s not looking too far ahead, we’d suggest putting this particular jam in small bottles for gifts next Christmas. But don’t give it all away - keep some for the family who will apreciate it too. Currant and Raspberry Jani 14 GLADMAN & STANBURY (F. W, Gladman) BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, &c Money to Loan, Investments Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vaults for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HENSALL Almost all lands have dark tion. areas ience territory, of 1816 when snow fell during every month in the first half of the year and the weather was so cold that growth of crops was slow indeed. When the weather warmed up in July and the fields ■became green the hopes of the people revived but heavy frosts during the ‘latter part of July and in August and Septem­ ber spelled ruin for the sanguine ex­ pectations of the people. Harvest time came but there was no harvest to reap. Some crops of turnips were grown and they were considered as delicacies the next winter. There was dire distress through­ out the land but the pioneers made the best of it. The old settlers helped the new ones and they got through the winter some way, cheer­ ed by a good harvest the next year. It is a far-cry to the aforemen­ tioned dark days but even the Coun­ ties of Huron and Bruce had one or their own back in 18S1. The summer had been very dry. Pasture fields were brown because of the heat and lack of moisture. Horses and cattle were growing thin because of the meagre amount of feed they could secure from the dried-out fields. The grain crops had been harvested early threshing was in full swing and the summer fallows were being prepared for the sowing of fall wheat. Some farmers were troubled with small bush or swamp fires which had to be watched carefully lest they spread This “Dark Day,” as it was known by everyone, was preceded by sever­ al days when the sun was darkened but the people did not fear anything as they were hoping it meant rain was not far off but they looked in vain for the welcome showers. On the fateful day, September 5, 1SS1. the forenoon in Ashfield Township was quite gloomy, darker than usual as though the rain were near and no one seemed to think much about it. Soon after 1 o’clock the darkness increased and the cows and other field animals came lowing and bleat­ ing up the lanes from the pasture fields while the hens went to roost in bewilderment. There were men and women who thought the end of the world was at hand. In the rurai school houses chil­ dren were unable to read and the older teachers dismissed them. It is told of one farmer that when his hired man came up in middle or the afternoon with his span of horses the farmer thought he could not put up with that and he gave the hired man a lantern and told him to fasten it to the plow and go on work. The air was full of small of smoke and ashes. During part of the night a light and gentle rain began Lo fall and doubtless help­ ed to deposit these articles on the earth. The next day the sun shone forth and people were relieved ano delighted. In a day or two afterwards every­ one knew that the principal cause was a bush fire in Central Michigan south of Mackinac Strait, A large area of partly settled farm land on which was a mass of tree tops ana slash left by the lumber men was burned over. The loss of life was estimated at more than 5,000 people. Hundreds of homesteaders were com­ pletely destroyed. For those who es­ caped alive assistance came from sympathizing people and untold car-1 ’ I St n /I ri P 1 ■»« rtTi ill rrJ 1a n t*"71 -rtf ri ■»»/} CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, LOAN'S, INVESTMENTS, INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Mjaln Stree*. EXETER, ONT. Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S, DENTIST Office: Carling Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoons Dr. H. H. COWEN, L.D.S.,D.DS. DENTAL .SURGEON Office opposite the Post Office, Main Street, Exeter Office 3 6w Telephones Res. 3 6J Closed Wednesday Afternoons ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUVl'lONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. No. 1, DASHWOOD 44 cups (24 lbs.) prepared fruit 7 cu.ps (3 lbs. sugar) 4 bottle fruit pectin To prepare fruit, crush about pounds fully ripe currants. Remove seeds and skins by sieving. Cruh about 1 quart fully ripe raspberries. Combine fruits. Measure sugar into large kettle. Add prepared fruit, filling up last cup with water if necessary. Mix well and bring to a full rolling boil over hottest fire, $tir constantly before and while boiling. Boil 1 minute. Remove from Eire stir in bottled pectin. Skim, quickly. Paraffin hot jam at Makes about 11 eight ounce glasses. jected. “Only four or five isn’t it?” “If you do, you’ll take Miss and push me, young man!” Victor grinned, and I felt pletely disarmed. No man with of teeth like that could be blooded right,” he nobody at “What about the “Nothing, except that the garage man said it was empty. I could have the whole grounds to work in He also recommended Mrs. Gerry’s pies. Can’t beat that combination— solitude and good lie.” . Some one was coming down the stairs. We all looked up to see Hugh Norcross pausing to smooth his slick hair and straighten an already meticulously correct, tie before he entered. “Did you knock on my door a while ago Miss Jason?” “Why, yes, I did. You didn’t ans­ wer. This is Mr. Quade. Mr. Norcross. Hugh bowed stiffly- and then turn­ ed again to me. "I thought it was my sister. Next time it’s you an­ nounce yourself, young lady.” “Nice brother!" “Well, there’s such a thing aS self-defense. Bessie’s very nervous. Had three 'fits this morning. Wanted me to thrash Lane for-.—for what he said to Mr. De Win. Said she’d fix him if he ever come around here again. Tell him a Tiing or two her­ self. Why.” he broke off, “what makes you all look so funny? Any­ thing wrong?” (To be Continued) Jason could villain. “Maybe said. “You’re sure there’s the castle" who could go?” do you, a stranger, know castle?” hard and pour once. Delicious Currant .Jelly Make it the Modern, Easy Way By: Katharine Baker FRANK TAYLOR LdCENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER p. O. or RING 138 If you have been finding mental excuses for not getting to work on jams and jellies, it’s -probably be­ cause you think it a tiresome task. You may think that it will take long hot hours on days when you would rather, like Ferdinand the Bull, sit. in the pretty "short jellies for such activities. Besides the sav­ ing in labour which this makes possible half again jam or jelly can be made :;i.ie amount of fruit as from the old fashioned method. There are times when nothing can lake the place of the tartness, the leasaut "bite” of red or black cur- ran jelly. It’s grand with rye bread toast and cold roast duck or chicken or lamb just seem to cry out for it. And here is how to make it - the simplest and best way. shade of a tree and smell the flowers. But the modern boil" method for jams and will leave you plenty of time method as much from the could be long-boil USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY Head Office, Exeter, Ont. President ........... JOHN HACKNEY Kirkton, R. R. 1 Vice-President .... JOHN McGRATH Dublin, Ont. DIRECTORS W.. H.. COATES ................. Exeter ANGUS SINCLAIR ... Mitchell, R. 1 WM. HAMILTON ... Cromarty, R. 1 T. BALLANTYNE ... Woodham, R. 1 AGENTS JOHN ESSERY ............... Centralia ALVIN L. HARRIS ... Mitchell R. 1 THOS. SCOTT ................. Cromarty SECRETARY-TREASURER B, W. F. BEAVERS .......... Exeter ’ GLADMAN & STANBURY Solicitors, Exeter with his particles the firstQuincy; Quincy. It was back of but he Lead in my rhe sit* We all stood speechless, staring at Lane, who kept on toward the castle on the bluff, at the left of the old Quaker church. Oddly enough. Bessie Norcross found her tongue first. What an—an escape!” cognized her shrill voice turn his head. De Witt stood like a rabbit. I tried to cover “Don’t mind him, Mr. De Witt. Pir­ ate Headers pay no attention to the Lanes. He was dreadfully rude, but he mistook you for someone else, of course.” ‘Of course,” echoed Mr. tense, strained look. “He’s leaving directly auction tomorrow. Just and dinenr here. We have noon at the inn. supper at “I’m leaving right now,’ . “After that^-’ “And miss the auction? But I I thought you said you wanted to go?” ' My tone was far from casual. Pm afraid. Lily twisted her blue beads until i | they burst into a shower of forget-- Vflj,y - me-nots. “What’s he done? Seems j I like a perfec’ gen’lemun to me. That! ! Lane feller. I mean.” • I “Done? What hasn't he done? He i I ought to be wiped off the face of1 j the earth, and I'd like to be the j ; one—1 ! I cut Hugh short: “You’d like to; ! he the one to help me. right now. * I Start something. ; or '* < “How about tar iHuch began picking up beads and i handing them to Lily, who let them through her fat fingers. “How {•about you? Feel like a game of hop- iscotch?” “Sure” she grinned, wagging her chins. “Hop and bring on your scotch Back to Reality Well, there it was — the whole scene in a flash, as I bumped poor Mr. Quincy up the long slope to the inn. I also recalled that Roddy had not shown up for breakfast, nor come to the auction, despite the fact I’d heard him threaten to bid lively. Maybe that was camouflage. Maybe JD ll «. i trying to lookpstel‘ A Help To Those Past Middle Age When men and women get past middle age their energy and activity, in many instances, begin to decline, and their general vitality is On the wane. Little sicknesses an fl ailments seem harder to shake oil than formerly, and, here and there, evidences of a breakdown begin to appear. Now is the time when those who wish to maintain their health and vigor, and retain their energy un­ impaired Should take a course of Milburn *s Health and Nerve Pills, They brace up and invigorate tho System, and help stall off the decrepi­ tude ox advancing years. The T. MLTbtira Co,, Lid,, Toronto, Ont. Q. with a after the breakfast dinner at night.” ’ the min- CHAPTER III Victor Quade read the questioning .fear in my eyes. “Nothing could drive me away now,” he said quiet­ ly. “You needn't be afraid, I didn’t do it—whatever it is. I’m trying lo write see? of a I'll call the lolice,” I felt a little reassured and re­ minded him of Mr. said never mind Mr. him to the phone, cubicle of an office ting room which had been converted into a bedroom for our invalid. We went in and Victor Quade, firing questions at me right and left, lifted the receiver. “H’lo? H’lo?" Then, jiggling the hook. “Emergency! Police!” He tried several times, but got no answer, “i might have known that. We’ll find the wire’s been cut.” He began in­ vestigating. while I wondered how he knew unless he’d cut them him­ self. “Outside, probably,” he added 1 could hear poor Thaddeus Quin­ calling my name. “Please help I me with the wheel chair," I said, “There doesn’t seem to be anybody else around." “There certainly doesn’t. He could be in Siam by this time.” “No, he's just outside the porch, •He was with me when I found the i body." ! “Oh, he was?" We got Mr. Quincy into the housecant you. Quoits; aln5 |iejc| a t.onsnifJ1tj0p. Both men. and feathers?”! ' I i i ! I noticed, eyed the other suspicious- j ly. Victor Quade raced out again. ■ “Follow him. Judy! Don’t let him : get away. How do we know—” ; I raced out. too. Victor was com­ ing hack. “Just as I thought. Cut on the outside, not far from where ; you were, Mr. Quincy.” > “I don’t like your implication, sir.*: Mr. Quincy punctuated his remarks with his cane. What with? I was remembering I’d bumped into him in the aisle of the church, so he could manage without the chair. o Quade Wants to, Leave “Never mind the implication. If you cut them, the police will soon STIFFNESS cups (24 lbs.) juice cups (3 lbs.) sugar bottle fruit pectin With red currants, crush about 4 pounds fully ripe fruit and add 1 cup of water. If black currants are used, crush about 3 pounds fully ripe fruit and add 3 cups water. To 1 repare juice, bring mixture to a boil, cover, and simmer It) min­ utes. Place fruit in jelly cloth or hag and squeeze out juice. : Measure sugar and juice into large loads of lumber, shingles, hardware, saucepan and mix. Bring to a over hottest fire and at once, bottled fruit pectin, stirring stantly, Bring to a full running and boil hard for half minute, move from fire, s Paraffin hot jelly at once, about 11 eight-ounce glasses. 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