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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1940-05-30, Page 9TIMES-ADVOCATE SUPPLEMENT THURSDAY MAY 30th, 1940 "You'll probably tliink I’m lying. But you’ll find out. We have been in love for a long time, only Karl didn’t want his mother to worry, so we kept it a secret. I’m awfully sorry for you. Really, I am Smoky, For I know how you feet. But it’s the breaks, I guess. I don’t just know when we will be home from our honeymoon. As ever, Dagne.” Shamrock sat for a long time with the letter in her lap. Dagne •and Karl on a honeymoon. Strange­ ly, she couldn’t cry. It took quite a while for her to convince herself that Dagne (Olsen was telling the truth. Then, somehow, she got up and walked out of the house and down the walk to the Hetricks’ and open­ ed the kitchen door. She only knew that she had to get to Karl’s mother Mrs. Hetrick wouldn’t let Karl mar­ ry Dagne Olsen. 'She couldn’t. CHAPTER II Silently Shamrock handed Mrs. Hetrick the note and walked wood- enly to a chair and sat down. Smoky cried easily over little things that touched her heart, but in great emergencies she always kept her head. Mrs. Hetrick’s hand went to her mouth in a gesture of fear when she saw the signature. As she read the note her face grew white. She swayed and groped her way to a chair, the note crunched in her hand when she had finished. Smoky said stonily: "It’s true. I guess it’s true all right.” Karl’s mother dropped her face into her hands and cried out: “Oh, God! I guess you'll hate me too.” 'Smoky was by her side in a flash, with her strong young arms holding the stout figure in a vise of hyster­ ical tenderness. "I don’t blame you,” Smoky as­ sured her swiftly. “Oh, Mrs. Het­ rick, please don’t think It’ll make any difference between you and me.’ His Mother Knew The mother rocked back and forth sobbing. “I was afraid! I was afraid! That’s why I wanted you to marry Karl right away.” Smoky said blankly: "Afraid! Then you knew—about them?” Mrs. Hetrick broke into fresh sobs. "I thought it was just an af­ fair. 'Like boys have with a girl who isn’t nice. I thought he was just playing round with that Olsen girl.” Shamrock had never liked Dagne, because they had been bitter rivals since cradle days. But she had al­ ways thought of her as nice. In the way Mrs. Hetrick meant. She ask­ ed unbelievingly: ‘‘You—knew Karl was seeing Dagne Olsen and you didn’t tell me? Did my father know?” Mrs. Olsen shook her head: "I don’t think so. I didn’t think any­ thing would ever come of it. All boys are alike at his age. They have to have a woman.” Shamrock didn’t believe that Dag­ ne was that kind of a women. But even if she had, it wouldn’t have made the shock any easier to bear. Karl. Her Karl, going around with Dagne Olsen right under her nose and she didn’t know it. The girl laughed suddenly, so strangely that the mother stopped crying and looked at her curiously. “I guess,” Smoky’s soft red mouth twisted bitterly, “Karl and Dagne must have had a lot of fun laugh­ ing at me behind my back. I— guess—everyone thinks I’m a pretty big sap.” Mrs. Hetrick’s arms tightened around her maternally. "Oh, you poor child,” she said helplessly. “No one will laugh at you. Every­ body will be sorry.” 'Smoky broke in with another bit­ ter laugh: t “Feel sorry for me. I don’t want their pity.” She stood up and her face was white and her eyes glistened dan­ gerously, but her chin was up. “I —I think I’ll go now,” she said quietly and walked out. Backache-Kidneys Cry for Help Most people fail to recognize the seriousness of a bad 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 grey box with our trade mark a “Maple Leaf” on the wrapper. Refuse substitutes. Get4 * Doan’s. ’ * The T, Milburn Co., Ltd., Toronto. Ont. When the door closed behind her Mrs. Hetrick collapsed altoge­ ther. It would have been much easier it Smoky had stormed and cried and sworn revenge against Karl.. Because of her very bitter calm Mrs. Hetrick was afraid. Alone With Her Thoughts Inside her own kitchen door, Shamrock looked around dazedly, then sat down. 'She felt detached, half-alive, as though she had sud­ denly awakened and found herself In another world. A world without Karl. Without his love. Karl was going to marry Dagne Olsen and bring her to the house next door and every day, all her life, she would know that Dagne was Karl’s wife. They would sleep in the big, four-poster, black wal­ nut bed a stone’s throw from her own window. There Dagne would lie in Karl’s strong arms. Dagne’s children would be in the little room at the head of the stairs. Maybe little blond girls lfke their beautiful, tall, graceful mother. They would be blond because Karl and Dagne were blond. He wouldn’t ever have a little redheaded girl, because she, Shamrock would not be the' mother of his children. Smoky had had her family all planned. Four1 children. First a little blond boy, who would look like Karl. Then a little red-headed girl, who looked like herself. And later a little blond girl, who would be tall and beautiful like her father, and perhaps a red-head boy. If they, could afford such a large family. Shamrock had dreamed of her little Hetricks until they seemed al­ most real. The chest and the dress­ er drawers upstairs were full of linens for their beds and soft tow­ els and wash cloths for their shin­ ing little faces. Karl Had Not Waited She had talked with Karl about them long Summer evenings, hidden away on the little bench in the tiny grape arbor in the back yard and Karl had looked at her intimately and held her so closely, her breath almost left her body. She had won­ dered how they could wait for the time to come when their love would receive the blessings of the Church and she need no longer push Karl away. But Karl had not waited. Not for her, at least. She could not bring herself to say even to herself that Dagne was a bad girl who had taken her Karl away with her love­ ly body. Even if Mrs. Hetrick did think it was just an affair. Secretly, Shamrock had always envied Dagne for her tall blond gracefulness and hei' native poise. She had, a grand manner, and even if she and Smoky had never got along, Smoky had to admit Olie Ol­ sen’s daughter was the most beau­ tiful girl in Astoria. Their rivalry for social and school honors had started with kindergar­ ten days, and never ended. Even in grade school Smoky could see Dagne casting eyes at Karl, but he had never seemed to pay any atten­ tion to the blond charmer. Dagne’s father had gone into the building business, mixing it with politics, and made quite a bit of money, it was rumored. They lived in an eight-family apartment house they owned, and a year before, Mr. Olsen had bought Dagne her own little car. Of course, Smoky told herself bit­ terly, Dagne would have been too struck up to marry only a fireman. She had waited until Karl inherited money from his uncle A’ugie before she hooked him. Moments of Bitterness How to break the news to Clancy was now Shamrock’s chief concern. With his bad heart, the . shock might prove too great. But, of course he would have to know, and the sooner, the better. It helped her to keep herself together, knowing she must not let her father know her heart was breaking. Shamrock finally got up and walked to the mirror over the kit­ chen sink and pinched a little color into her chalk-white cheeks. The face that stared back at her was heart-shaped, and the little slight­ ly turned-up nose had a bridge of tiny freckles that lent her gamin charm. 'Smoky fluffed her long curly shoulder bob and took a drink of cold water before going into the living room. The radio was playing a lovely tender violin melody that Smoky could not bear, and she walked stiff­ ly over to the stand beside the couch and turned it off. Clancy had awak­ ened and was playing solitaire with a bottle of beer beside him and he looked up surprised. "What’s ailin’ ye, darlin’?” he said good-humoredly. “I thought you liked a fiddle.” Smoky averted her face and sat down by the window, “I do,” she said uncertainly, "only I just don’t feel like music, tonight.” The father chuckled. “Just like your mother! Hittin’ the clouds one minute and feelin’ low as a worm the next. The temperamental two of ye! Well, find somethin’ lively, then, on the radio.” “I don’t feel like muisc,” Smoky sighed. "Not just now, Pop.” Clancy pushed the card table away and a look of deep concern crossed his face. "Are ye sick, darlin’?” he asked solicitiously. "Or maybe it’s the weddin’ that’s got ye down, Come over here to your old father.” Telling' Her Father He held out his arms, and Smoky, with a stifled sob, ran over and threw herself into his arms. His big, dark hands stroked her hair tenderly. Finally, 'Shamrock, with a great effort, forced herself to get up and sit on the coach beside her father. Then she looked at him closely: “Did you know, Pop, that Karl has been going around with that Dagne 'Olsen?” Clancy flushed uncomfortably. Then he forced gayety into his re­ ply. ‘ “I'd heard rumors. But ye would not be goin’ to let a little thing like that get ye down. The lad was just havein’ a little fling before he settled. Bure, we’re all alike, us men.” That gave Smoky just the chance she was looking for to break the news to Clancy. She said angrily: “Oh, is that so. And you’d be ex­ pectin’ to marry a man after he’s been runnin’ around with another woman right under my nose.” The father argued for an hour, but Smoky remained adamant. It was the next morning, after a sleep­ less night, that she told her father Karl was going to marry Dagne. CHAPTER III Clancy knew he must get a grip on himself for Smoky’s sake. Smoky was afraid if she showed her real feelings, her father might have an­ other heart attack. So they pretended great anger and contempt and vowed by all the gods that no one should ever know it made the slightest difference that Smoky’s fireman had walked off and married a prosperous Olsen the min­ ute he laid his hands on a little money. Behind closed doors, Shamrock gave way to her grief and was cer­ tain she must die with the shame and the disappointment. Clancy’s broad shoulders drooped and his once-rugged face showed its strain only when his daughter was safely out of the way. The morning after Smoky receiv­ ed Dagne’s note saying that she was going away to marry Karl, Mrs. Het­ rick packed hurriedly and left for her sister’s home in Newark. She vowed that never as long as she lived would she set foot inside the door where her son lived with that Olsen woman. Smoky promised to visit her often. Unused Wedding’ Gown Shamrock went on with her housework as though nothing had happened, and in the afternoon took her wedding gown from the closet, tied it tightly in a box, and hid it away back on a top shelf with her white satin slippers and veil. Her hands shook so that she could scarcely tie the string and the lump in her throat almost stifled her, but her eyes were large and free from tears and bluer than ever because of their brave effort to keep dry. At dusk, Smoky put on her coat and pinched and rouged her cheeks and splashed lipstick in a wide swath across her drooping little mouth and went down to the -corner to do her marketing. (She smiled and greeted old friends and neigh­ bors with her head up and prayed that no one would ask her when Karl was coming home. Fortunately no one did. She and Clancy made a gallant effort to eat the delicious vegetable soup she had prepared with toast and pears, and afterwards in the living room Clancy turned on the radio and took out his table and began to play solitaire as if nothing had happened. But Smoky could not stand the jazz band that blared from the in­ strument, reminding her of the times she and Karl had danced at Rocky Point in the Summer Zim­ mer’s Beer 'Garden and Neposito’s. when they had spaghetti and drop­ ped nickels into the recording ma­ chine. Father and Daughter Clancy saw her small hands trem­ ble over the theatrical magazine she was pretending to read and he push­ ed the table away and said gently: “We’d be best talkin’ a few things out darlin’, if you’d like to, I’ve been thinkin’.” (To be Continued) Roadways of Huron Studied As Model System By Officials of Hastings ■Huron County good roads system' long recognized as one of the best in Ontario was toured by a party of members and officials of Hastings County including President Hag- garty of the Ontario Good Roads Association, who, is treasurer of Hastings: the warden of the county, engineer and members of the road committee. The party of eight, escorted by Engineer T. R. Patterson, of Huron, was particularly interested in the 45 miles of road mixed bituminous concrete highway laid in various ex­ perimental stretches in the county during the past five years at a cost of $3,000 a mile. 'One stretch laid in 19 35 near Sea­ forth has only cost Huron County $3 0 for maintenance in the past five years. The visitors were much interested in this new economical type of hard surfaced road developed by Engineer Patterson. Huron is building more of it this year and three or more counties also experiment by laying short stretches. HENSALL MUST PAY LAND TAX ITie Village of Hensail will be required to pay 1940 county taxes on farm lands recently transfered from within its boundaries to the townships of Hay and Tuckersmith on order of the Ontario Municipal Board, the equalization committee of Huron County Council, in session at Goderich, May 23rd, decided. This is because the land trans­ fers were made after the last county equalized assessment. The total assessment of the lands now incorported in Hay and Tuck­ ersmith is $18,000. The county taxes which Hensall will be required to pay is $79 per year, but the village also loses $400 in taxes each year which was former­ ly collected. The equalization comittee recom­ manded, however, that the town­ ships reimburse the Village of Hen­ sall, but this is not obligatory. ILDERTON—Residents of Ilderton honored Trooper George Langlois, of the First Hussars, at a meeting held-' in the Continuation School. Rev. J. W. Whealen presided. Fol­ lowing a program Ernest Hord read an appropriate address and present­ ed the trooper with an wrist watch. A small town is a place where you don’t see much but what you hear makes up for it. The model illustrated is the McLaughlin-Buick Special four-door touring sedan. than you think ! YEAR after year we see the same thing happening—people "stepping up” to bigger cars and better cars—people getting for themselves the better things in life. This year is no exception. Many buyers of the good-looking Buick special you see pictured here traded in a car from the lowest-price group. Some of them were merely fulfilling a long-time ambition to own a full-sized car, a big straight-eight, amply powered, steady-riding, roomy. / Others were simply taking advantage of a ' bargain too good to pass up. But all of them found it easier than you’d think to step up to a McLaughlin-Buick. For this big straight-eight costs less than some sixes. Its price includes many things you’d pay extra for elsewhere. It includes features you can’t buy anywhere else, such as recoil-mounted Knee-Action, pressure- sealed cooling, and coil springs that never need lubricating, combined with torque­ tube drive. And above all is the simple fact that this is a Buick, precision-built to Buick quality standards. Why don’t you look into how easy it is to buy? Why not get the net figures, delivered price including equipment? Work out the per-week cost, count in the lower, long-haul maintenance of a car that’s built to take it for years and years. Others are finding it easy to step up to Buick — and if they can do it, so can you! SEE YOUR NEAREST BUICK DEALER SNELL BROS. & CO., EXETER r Engagement Announced Mr. and Mrs. A. E. Rumbull, of Clinton, -wish to announce the en­ gagement of their youngest dau­ ghter, Helen Elizabeth, to John Ar­ thur, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Anderson, of Kippen, the marriage to take place early In June. John Hutchinson Dies in Lucan The funeral of John Hutchinson of Lucan, who died on Wednesday at his home was held Friday after­ noon from the C. J. Murdy and Son funeral home. Interment was in St. James Cemetery, Clandeboye. Mr. Hutchinson, who was 6 5 years of age, had been in ill health for the past two months. He farmed the greater part of his life in this dis­ trict, retiring to Lucan two years ago. He was a son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Hutchinson, of Markdale, Ont. He was married in 1902 to Miss Lavina Brock, of Whalen, who sur- j vives with two daughters, Mrs. Ad- j jutant B. Murdy, London and Miss at home; three sons, Earl, of Detroit; Clifford, of Toronto and Ray, of Brownsville, and eight grandchildren. There are also six sister, Mrs. R. C. Cockburn, Mrs. J. Wilson and Mrs. W. Shaw, all of Toronto, and Mrs. Thomas Freeman, Mrs. H. Freeman and Mrs. John Bowers, all of Markdale. engraved I Gladys, AULSA CRAIG—Jack Shipley, of Ailsa Craig, had his little finger on I his left hand severed when it came in contact with a saw at a local sawmill.