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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1939-09-21, Page 2THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATETHURSDAY* smWUKR IM, IDiiD Although so early in the morning, the air was warm. A land breeze had sprung up, which was rapidly dispersing the fog. At Victor’s request I got aunt Nella to join us. “You’ll only get clam chowder for lunch,” she said, untying her blue checkered apron and taking the chair Hugh Norcross brought her. “Go ahead with the third degree. Only I didn’t set the fire and neither did Wy—my husband. Here’s his pipe.” Bless her! as Victor would say. She held up an old corncob I’d never seen my uncle smoke in my life. How Uncle Got Home Wylie Gerry flushed. “That’s not the one, my dear. Mine is a little briar. Had it in my pocket when 1 went to town. Smoked it all even­ ing down to the plumbin' shop with the boys until — ” he contemplated his shoes a minute and then looked Quade squarely in the eye. “We had a snifter or two. I came home with the preacher, didn’t I ” Albion spoke up: “In my car. You didn’t want to come, but we persuad­ ed you, between us.” “Wait a minute,” Victor Quade interrupted, reaching into hie pocket “Is this your .pipe, Mr. Gerry?” Uncle Wylie reached for the dirty old thing, then he beamed all over. “Why, yes. Yes, that’s it,” He stuck it comfortably between his “Where did you find it? I’ve everywhere.” “Down by the fish shed, the fire. Certain it’s yours?” “Sartin, I’m sartin. However got there.” Aunt Nella gased bristle all over, but say anything the “There! What more Gerry lay on the bench and his pipe rolled out of his hand and started the fire.” “But he wasn’t smoking.” Albion protested. “I ought to know; he was in my car. You- ought to know, too, De Witt. You saw him sitting in the car when he rushed into the inn, excited about the explosion.” “If the pipe set the fire, why did it not get burned?” I asked. “The bench was burned to cinders.” “How could the pipe have set the fire?” Hugh Norcross cut in. “No pipe stays lit that long. Besides, while we were all down there I drop­ ped my cigarette case. Had to light a match to find it. Looked all around that bench and didn’t see any pipe.” Victor was looking at him coolly. “So you lit a match? “What of it?” “Nothing. Only you told us you were over by the Lane castle right after dark when Judy and Mr. Quin­ cy spoke to you. Didn’t take another stroll in the same direction and light another match later, did you?” ]Mr. Quincy tapped the end of each sentence with a cane. In the Trailer All we needed was direction. No­ to the tension. The two of us the pasture to the lovely new I’d never been inside one Compact? Why, it had every- Everything but the publisher’s We locked it up again and teeth, hunted it toand began before she could minister cried: do you want? What Bessie Told Hugh nearly fell off the railing. “Say, what is this? You’ve got a nerve insinuating a thing like that in front of all these people. I had a score to settle with Lane. I’ll admit but not the way things have been turning up around here. I’m not a killer. Nor an incendiary. I guess Mr. and Mrs. Gerry can vouch for my sister and me the way we can for them.” Bessie got up and. linked her arm in his. “I’ll just tell you this much, those of you who don’t know. Rod­ ney Lane and I were engaged five years ago. We—we broke it off. Hugh thought he treated me rather shabbily, but there was nothing more to it. Roddy didn’t even ap­ pear to know me the other night, and I certainly thanked my stars he hadn’t married me. What I’d like found out is who snitched Hugh’s blue silk scarf from my bureau and Mr. Potter’s turpentine. I think we have a a what here.” maniac, a kleptomaniac and you call ’em — pyromaniac CHAPTER XI For not to a moment we all sat trying look at poor Bessie Norcross, Backache-Kidneys Cry for Help Moat people fail to recognize the seriousness of a had back. The stitches, twitches, and twinges are bad enough and cause great suf­ fering, but back of ,the backache and the cause of it all is the dis­ ordered kidneys crying out a warn­ ing through the back, A pain in the back is the kidneys* cry for help. Go ' to their assistance. Get a box of Doan’s Kidney Pills. A remedy for backache and Sick kidneys. "Doan’s” are put up in an oblong 5 grey box with out trade mark a "Maple Leaf” on the Wrapper. Refuse substitutes. Get" Doan’s. * » Uhe T. Milburn Co., Ltd., Toronto, Ont. none of though “What “I didn’t see any club with blood on it,” “Funny you should be the only one.” They were all talking at once. Hugh Norcross started down the steps. “The minister—Mr. De Witt there—-just said lie was using my club on the lawn. Well, if he was, I can soon prove it. All my clubs are initialed. I’ll get my mashie.” “But Hugh, where are you going?” Bessie cried. “The tent. Left my bag in the tent and forgot to take it in after­ ward- Don’t you remember?” If she did, Bessie looked pretty anxious. In Toronto A Modem Hotel Convenient —- Economical Rata Single RECTORY BUILT, NOT AVAIL­ ABLE UNTIL BILL PAID By W. H. Johnston in the London Free Press In the early days In the Huron Tract, religious services were held only when the saddle-bag preachers came around and as their parishes were large, services were few and far between. They were, however, duly appreciated by the lonely pioneers in the woods, who longed for the time when they could enjoy them every Sabbath Day, These longings caused the people to prepare for the arrival of that happy event. Sometimes a log church was erected before a minister was appointed as at Brucefieljl, but |n Goderich a rectory was built first by Thomas Kneshaw, an English­ man. Pattterned after old country ideals, it was really beautiful. As all services were held in the school house, it was not needed for some Stye Exeter Established 1873 and 1887 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday mpraini! SUBSCRIPTION—$2.0'0 per year in advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent Insertion, Miscellaneous ar­ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c. per line of six words. Reading notices 10c, per line. Card of Thanks 54>c, Legal ad* vertising 12 and 8c. per line. la Memoriam, with one versa 50o. extra verses 25c, each. Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Sp»c!al Weekly and Monthly B*!m Write fpr Folder. Spad!n« Are. at College St. A. M. Powell President Clubs Go»esooner - said - than- done stuff, relieve ran up trailer, before, thing, letter, hurried to report. “No letter,” Norcross said- “Puts you on the same spot with me, Mr. Quade.” “Except that he did have a type­ writer. And—there was a sheet of paper in it,” I said. Hugh Norcross said accusingly: “Go on, Miss Jason. Tell what he had written.” “It said—it said—there was just a title in capitals.” “Yes. And the title was—'Murder on the Bluff!’” Hugh finished for me. “Now was that a coincidence or was that a coincidence?” Thaddeus Quincy thumped furi­ ously. “Either he’s the maniac or it lets him out and he is Vidor Quinn see? I on. Mr. around on him, Victor shook his head. We were all watching Hugh Norcross emerge from his tent without his bag, “Queer. They’re not in the tent. Must be upstairs after all.” Uncle Wylie, who’d been fiddling with his beloved briar, now sprang up suddenly. “What you looking for Mr, Norcross. I carried in those clubs. You’ll find them in your room behind the door.” “Are yours initialed, too, Miss Norcross ” Victor asked. Bessie inclined her head. “Hugh and I always mark everything.” “Then if the one you saw down at the church isn’t initialed, I suppose it’s mine—that what you mean, Quade?” The minister fairly shouted it. “Not necessarily. But if your mashie is missing—” “Exactly. Well, it isn’t. I appoint you a committee of one to go up- to my room—the door is unlocked— and bring down my mashie.” “Get it yourself, if you’d feel bet­ ter about it.” Victor said. The minister got up with great dignity and stalked up the stairs. “Make him tell about going to jail!” hissed Lily Kendall, snapping a.bracelet of lapis beads against her wrist. I wished she’d break it and be done with it. Mr. Q. said, “Why not get the club at the church and see if we can’t identify it?” “Fingerprints,” Mr. Quade ex­ plained. “The police never want any­ thing touched.” Hugh raced upstairs after the clergyman, and presently the two men came down together. “There’s my mashie,” boomed the minister accusingly. Hugh carried one club. When Bes­ sie saw it she paled. Initialed neatly at one end were the letters E. N. “Someone has used my club in more places than on the lawn; and if there’s blood on it I hope to God there’s fingerprints,"too.” “Not accordin’ to my detective stories,” Lily piped up. “Murderers always put on gloves, don’t they, Mr. Quinn?” Victor didn’t notice her. “Take it easy, Norcross. The fact your club is gone isn’t in any way conclusive. We all know Mr. De Witt was also prac­ ticing with it.” “Surely. My prints will be on it as well as yours, Norcross. We’re on a spot. H-m-m-m. But remember, in the end truth will prevail.” Professional Cards 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 years. Rev. R. F. Campbell was the first Anglican rector in the Huron Tract sent somewhere in the early 50’s He drove to Goderich through Strat­ ford on the Huron road. A rectory had been built, but by the time the rector arrived, the then owner meeting him on the doorstep and telling him he could not enter until it was paid for. It was a very cordial welcome, but the home was paid for and the rector and his fam­ ily, could live in peace and content­ ment thereafter. The new rector and his aimable wife soon won all hearts. Bishop Strachan declared that Mr. Camp­ bell was the finest reader in Canada. “It made you wish to go to heaven just to hear him read the prayers..” But it was Mrs. Campbell and dau­ ghter who were angels of mercy to the poorest and most wretched of the congregation, visiting, praying for and helping them day after day. Is it any wonder then that with the leadership of such a trio, St. George’s Anglican congregation grew and prospered? On the church rolls were to be found such names as Hyndman, Lizars, Dunlops, John Strachan, Dr. Habilton, the Haldanes Major IStrickland and many others of the officials of the Canada Com­ pany, and leading people of the town. They still continued to meet in the schoolroom until the advent of the Canada Company commissioner, T. Mercer Jones, and his lieutenant, Engineer Longworth. Then Mrs.- Jones, who was a daughter of Bi­ shop IStrachan threw all her influ­ ence on the side of erecting a church edifice. Dr. Hamilton offered a large building a stable, and at one time a dance hall. A controversy at once arose as to the seemliness of having such a building for a church. Many were strongly opposed, but to the practi­ cally minded people, it looked like an offer worth accepting, and ac­ cepted it was. Goderich has always been known as the favorite of the Canada Com­ pany and as such, she was the recip­ ient of many favors, as well as be­ coming. the home of a number of people of the semi-aristocratic class. In one transaction however, in which Bishop Strachan, who really control­ led the Family Compact and the company, managed to deprive the favorite of her rights. For jnany years this was kept a profound se­ cret, but for over 60 years it has been published history and as far as the writer- knows, it has never been contradicted. ■Sheriff Hyndman in one of his letters home wrote a sketch of the church affairs, telling of Dr. Hamil­ ton’s stable having been turned into and used as a church. This letter fell into the hands of Miss Lawrence, a cousin of his grandmother, Lord Goderich, afterwards Earl of Ripon, was heir to the estate of this same Miss Lawrence. Both, no doubt., were horrified at the’idea of a community forced to use the former stable for a church. A correspondence began with Mr. Hyndman, the result of which was that Miss Lawrence’s wish and instructions were to have a stone church built in Goderich at a cost of $20,000, the inference being that she shared the cost with Lord Goderich. All arrangements were placed in the bishop’s hands with the result that the “historic church” of Holy Trinity was built In Toronto, instead of Goderich. The bishop may have received authority for the change of site since the sheriff did 1 not complain, but sheriff Hyndman died in 1844 and his home, was burned in 1846 when all his papers were destroyed.. Moreover, the re­ cord in Toronto mentions Miss Lam­ bert as the donor, instead of Mios Lawrence, with whom he lived. It may have been a blessing in disguise for St. George’s for left to themelves it brought out the best that was in them. They built their own beautiful church on North street and have prospered ever since. SWARTZENTRUBER — BENDER A quiet but pretty wedding took place at the home of Bishop D. S. lutzi of the East Zorro A.M. church, when Katherine, youngest daughter of Mrs. Bender, of Sebastopol, and the late Daniel Bender, was united in marriage to Edmund, only son of Mr, and Mrs. Chris. Swartzentruber, of Zurich. The bride wore gray crepe with blue and white accessories. She was attended by Miss Edith Swartz­ entruber, sister of the groom, who wore robin’s egg blue with matching accessories. The groom was support­ ed by Clayton Bender, of Kitchener, brother of the bride. After the cere­ mony, the bridal party returned to the home of the bride’s mother, where a luncheon was served. Later Mr. and Mrs. Swartzentruber left by motor for New York State by way of the Thousand Islands, the bride travelling in royal blue with gold ac­ cessories. On their return they will reside near Zurich. ' CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, LOANS, INVESTMENTS, INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Main Street EXETER, ONT. Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S..D.D.S. DENTIST Office; Carling Block EXETER, ONT. dosed WednesQay Afternoons I giving us the lowdown on her un- ihappy past. I felt awfully sorry for | her. Pretty tough to go to a place where romance has touched your heart and then come back with it broken to see if it hurts any more. “Thank you, Miss Norcross. That’s what I mean,” Victor said, talking rapidly to give the girl a chance to control herself. “By admitting that affair to us—being frank and open about it—you’re helped us to under­ stand some otherwise ambiguous re­ marks. The police may not even have to know about it.” “The police!” Bessie stood twist­ ing her handkerchief to knots. She looked as if she’d have another breakdown any minute. Tall, dark, angular, too thin, she had her brother’s good looks, she looked a lot like him. Hugh turned to her. Quade means is that, if we all come clean, this murder will OUT. Evi­ dently he thinks it’s one of us. Just as some of us think it mighty funny HE should turn up when he did.' Victor looked at me. “Guess I’ll have to tell them, Judy.” “It might be better, Mr. Quade.” Victor came around where he could see us all. “I’m not too flat­ tered none of you recognized me,” he said. “Any one ever read ‘Blood on the Necklace’?” Lily Kendall's opal beads scattered on the porch. “I have, Gee, it was swell! Why, you ain’t—? Now, don't tell me!” “Or ‘Window Ledge’ or ‘Ghost in the Chasm’?’' “I’ve read “And I’ve ; Quinn,” Mr. Mighty good ed them to me in­ State’s Prison, did he mean? His face was purple. Would he explain? I wondered, but he didn’t. There was an uncomfortable shuffling till Vic­ tor went on suavely. “You’re right. I’m Vidor Quinn, but my real name is Quade. Victor Quade. The other’s just a pseudo­ nym. And I am recovering from an attack of rheumatic fever. Therefore the trailer and the rest by the sea. You can verify that much, later. Chose to come on my own name for a little seclusion so I could do an­ other book. Well, you’ve given me the book.” “You mean you’re going to put us all in a book? How thrilling!” Lily squealed. “I don’t know. If I do it would be nothing personal—nothing you’d not wish that your friends might identify you by. A writer can change a story so you wouldn’t recognize it as ever having happened to you. But that’s not here nor there. Being Vidor Quinn doesn’t give me an ali­ bi.” “I’ll say it doesn’t Quincy shot at him. i ” Victor rattled on. of them,” Bessie said, read ’em all, Mr. Vidor De Witt spoke up. reading. A fellow loan- Once.” Was It a Plot? “However,” Victor ignored the in­ terruption, “it does place me—give the rest of you something to go on.” “How do we know you didn’t cook up the whole thing? Get even with Lane and hide behind your vaca­ tion?” I was ashamed of Mr. Quin­ cy. Victor only smiled and showed his fine white teeth at me. “Miss Jason hinted something or other of the kind—” ! “I did not,” I stammered. “I never really thought—” “In your eyes, my dear. I told her, as I’ll tell you, that when I plan a murder I won’t park my trailer on the spot and away in down age. I’d just manufacturer there are certain aspects of this one which are only too apparent. Used them myself in fiction. Now, do you wish me, or shall some one else, as spokesman so we can clear some of the muck? Believe me, police will run the gamut of our lives.” Mystery story, don’t you move we let it lie and go Quade will have to stick where we can keep an eye anyway. What were the dozen more important things you spoke of a mo­ ment or two ago ” Albion Potter leaned forward, wide-eyed. “May I say something?” He seemed awfully eelf-conscious, speaking up before us all. “It’s about—you’ll think me foolish, at a time like this, perhaps—but—but— don’t forget, he took my turpentine. If I’d only discovered : went to town I could some more.” I saw Victor give him : then turn his attention Norcross. “The fire does make that missing turpentine seem more por­ tentous. You — you didn’t try to clean that spot off your white coat with a little of Mr. Potter’s turpen­ tine, did you, Miss Norcross?” “What spot?” Bessie twirled around to look where we were all looking. There, sure enough, was a big, black, grea- sy-looking smudge, fading away iri- to yellowish rings. “Good grief! How did I get that on there?” She pulled at the offending skirt and murmured regretfully: “My new white coat!” Hugh stared fixedly at the spot. “That’s my doings,” he said. “Sorry. ’Fraid I made it worse, “You cleaned it for turpentine?” “Uh-huh. Gave me a you remember, Potter? working on that painting of Quaker church and I asked if tur­ pentine would do the trick and you said it would and gave me some on my handkerchief.” “That right, Mr. Potter?” “Sony, Norcross,” the artist said. “ recall no such incident.” it before I have bought a half glance l to Bessie he said. “ Bess.” her? little. You With Don’t were the (To be Continued) leave my car to get in the Rockville gar- like to say this, as a of mystery stories act u(p the all Golf Club Missing Bessie face flamed. “I don’t what difference it makes if my coat has a sopt on it or not except to me If my brother tried to clean it off I’m sure that was very kind of him. Aren’t all artists proverbially absent- Iminded? That’s where your old tur­ pentine went. It wasn’t stolen at 'all. You used it up, Mr. Potter.” Albit i didn’t answer her but he looked shocked as he edged away to the other side of the group back of Mr. Quincy’s chair. “There’s a question I’d like to ; ask,” Victor said. “How many of you I have golf clubs here?” Hugh and Bessie admitted they’d brought their’s and Aunt Nella re- I minded us that the minister had :some by a significant nod. He'had [kept silent until the force of un- jspoken glances made him say: j - “That shot I made on •last night. Wasn’t my 'longed to Mr. Norcross, see MOVE TO LITOWEL Mr. and Mrs. E. F. Taman, of Atwood, have rented the residence of Mrs. L. Twamley on Pentelope St. and moved this week. Mr. Taman recently accepted a position as ac­ countant at the Roe Farm Milling Co —Listowel Banner. Dr. H. H. COWEN, L.D.S.,D.DS. DENTAL SURGEON Office opposite the Post Office. Main Street, Exeter Office 36w Telephones Res. 3flj Closed Wednesday Afternoon* ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTT PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. No. 1. DASHWOOD FRANK'TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER I*. O. or RING 138 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 SECRET ARY-TREASURER B. w. F. BEAVERS _____ Exeter GLADMAN & STANBURY Solicitors, Exeter ENGAGEMENT Mr. and Mrs. John McBride of Hay Township wish to announce the engagement of their youngest daugh­ ter Grace Kathleen to Gordon Henry only son of Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Block, of Zurich. The marriage to take place the middle of September. HURON COUNTY LEADS IN BARLEY OAT PRODUCTION Preliminary estimates of yields of oats and barley in Ontario, as com­ piled by the Ontario Department of Agriculture’s statistical branch, reveal Huron county is expected to lead all counties in this district. Ag­ ricultural authorities have estimated Huron -will produce 3,819,162 bush­ els of oats as compared with 3,707,- 262 last year. The county is also expected to yield 1,052,972 bushels of barley as compared to 1,046,564 a year ago. Bruce county is second in this dis­ trict in production of oats with Wel­ lington third, Perth fourth and’ Ox­ ford county fifth. Perth -county is second in estimated production of barley, Wellington third, Bruce fourth and Oxford fifth. The estimated yield of oats for each of the district counties in the order of their standing is: Huron 3,819,162, Bruce 3,429,667, Welling­ ton 3,374,077, Perth 2,905,681, Ox­ ford, 2,494,463. Estimated yield of barley: Huron 1,'052,972, Perth 866,503, Welling­ ton 679,623, Bruce 629,530, Oxford 266,745. Western Ontario generally is ex­ pected to produce an increased amount of oats and barley this year as compared with last year’s yields. The statistical department report also reveals an increased fall wheat acreage for this year as compared to a year ago. It is estimated 257,- 262 acres will be devoted to fall j wheat in Western Ontario this sea-( son while last fall 256,234 acres’ were planted in fall wheat. Lumber Shingles Our Prices are the Lowest they have been for several years. If you are building it will pay you to call and get prices. Just think Matched Lumber at $35.00 per M. feet the lawn Club. Be- __ . . __ I think: There was ail unanimous decision .Didn’t bring my own downstairs yet, ' ' j should go ahead. Even Mr. ‘Why, Quade?” I It would be a good time to search that he Quincy mosity. cane. “I’ve __________ We let you talk you’d give yourself ed whose mashie mighVbe missing, away. Now ou’ve done it, and here Saw one back'of Judy’s hope chest is a chance to prove you’re OK. What do you want to know? I’ll spill the beans after you show us a few cre­ dentials. Can you do it?” “I don’t know,” Victor said, fish- 'everybody lean forward with a daz- [ing in his pocket. He pulled out a!©d expression. ! billfold, but stuffed it back again, ’ iGuess you’ve got me. Thought I jhad a statement from my publisher, jbut I must have left it at home when j I dumped the rest of my pockets. That’s a good one. You’d have to take me on faith, mingled with doubt of course—unless it’s in another pocket in the trailer. Shall we go see?” He shrugged, “Perhaps I can think of a dozen more important-*—” “Well, I can’t, you come to the Head and hell busts loose. Give Judy and Norcross the keys to your trail­ er and let ’em look, Only take a jiff,” i i I i should go ahead, Even Mr. appeared to have less ani- He banged the rail with, his'his golf bag, I thought; but Victor only shrugged again and said non- been hoping, Mr. Quade, if chalantly, “Oh nothing, just wonder- church. Itin the basement of the had blood on it? ! Bond! You could hear Sthat ran around our piazza and made the gasp iii,in no l “See here, Mr. Quade,” Potter said a voice that trembled, “you had right to keep this to yourself.” “Yes, why didn’t you show us?” SWEET.’ CAP.W?! 'The pereH far* fa which tebecco ' «•« fai ie>ot« J" Pa: “Well, son, how are your marks?” i Son: “They’re under water,” | Pan: “What do you mean, under wafer?” 1Son: “Below‘C* level.” ! o—0—0 I “Quick! Baby’s eating the dog’s biscuits!” I “It’s all right, Ma/arn, the dog doesn’t like them much anyhow.”-—’ Australian Women’s Weekly, • Thrifty tire buyers go for the Goodyear Drive iri arid you’ll see why! “R-j.”' has everything you want. Long mileage, non-skid safety, maximum blowout protection * . . and a low PRICE that will amazti you. See “R-l” today! Snell Bros. & Co. W. J. 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