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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1943-12-30, Page 7THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER ONTARiq." THURSDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 30, 1943 CHAPTER XII THERE IS TODA Zu JOSEPHINE LAWRENCE acts four- her The frugal, elder- Big-hearted Sarah Daffodil ip every capacity for the family house in Garset after husband’s death, ly Mr. and Mrs. Peppercorn and the newly-wed Andrew and Candace Thane occupy the two top-floor apartments and below them middle- aged Bert Fitts and his wife—who is too engrossed in war activities to care for her home—and King Win ters, veteran of World War 1, and his Wife Emma, a devotee of fine cro cheting, pecting speeches izations cusses Andy Thane’s with Mrs. Waters, Mrs. Waters, who has already developed quite a repu tation for hoarding, goes on a shop ping trip and does some more hoard ing, Andy and Candace have a few friends for Sunday evening supper, and they talk about everything and. everybody while a snowstorm rages. King Waters, who is ex- to sign up before young to raise the for making men’s organ morale, dis- draft status far as to no- didn’t aliens, he the the “I let Kurt have tonight off,” Leila Orton mentioned generously, “because he’s gone to the suburbs to see a guy who wants to sell his boat. The suburbs is about as Kurt can go, without having tify the authorities.” She know about other enemy ' Leila said, but certainly had • small chance of escaping, if he ever wished to escape. “The FBI would be nothing compared to me, if tried to duck.” ■Candace, who was mixing salad dressing while Leila set dinette table for the Sunday night supper, shivered as the wind blew a flury of snow against the kitchen window. It had been such a long Winter, she murmured and all the snow seemed to come in February. “How I hate plowing through drifts on a cold morning—Sarah always has our walk cleaned when I start out, but she’s the only one. The rest of the street is beautiful white dirfts.” The weather would undoubtedly be balmy as soon as she quitted her job and stayed in, the cynical Leila suggested. Coles Arnold and blond Patty Bailey, engaged now, were fifteen minutes late and Minnie Davis ana Halsey Kenneth followed (them, the buses, they scolded bitterly, having abandoned schedules. Halsey had applied for a commission. J “You try to save tires,” Patty1 wailed at supper, find out the pany’s saving they’ve taken busses on the Andy said kindly, “Wait till you girls have bind your baby?” “Do any Dresden?” hoped to steer Patty away from special—r Leila?— pauper?” Dresden. ‘‘and then you transportation com- tires, too. I swear off half the regular Green line.”I to walk. Or did they! feet when you were a of you know Dorothy asked Minnie Davis who painful affairs. “Very Junior League, isn’t she, pretty and not precisely a They knew of Dorothy Patty who read every word in the society columns of the newspapers had a neat dossier of the post-deb utante at her tongue’s tip. Candace, a little tired, listened silently to the good-natured babble of vioces. The lovely sense of security which touched her unex pectedly, without warning, but oftenest in solitude, brushed her now, soft as the caress of wings. She saw her pretty, gay kitchen, the crisp curtains that were Zither’s pride, tho big white spaghetti ket tle steaming on the stove. If she put out her hand she could touch her vociforous guests, chattering away on either sidd of the flat pew ter dish of fruit, flanked by the four pewter candlesticks she and Andy had found in one of the secondhand shops. The smoke, the smell of food, even the spatter of snow against the window and the sound of a log breaking in the living room fireplace, made definite impres sions upon her mind. Yet she felt as definitely separated from it all for one swift moment which en compassed her in an exquisite peace. She looked toward Andy at the other end of the table and meet ing his steadfast eyes, smiled. She’s taken a job modeling,” Minnie Davis was saying. Of course with her connections she’ll bring business to the store, fiat th0 other models are furious. This Dres den piece comes to work in her own car and Jf there’s a tire shortage I suppose she can use her mother's pr her father's car.” ■Patty Bailey agreed that there was a great deal of ill feeling throughout the store. “I sit in my drafty booth all day because 1 need the money, but why should a girl like that go to business? She ought to get married. The people who can afford to have children ought to populate the country, That would keep ithese idle women busy and leave a few jobs for the girls who need them.’’ “Well, I say more power to Dotty Dresden.” Leila Orton blew a smoke ring airily. “There’s no law against a woman working, if she wants to work; we haven’t yet legislated fe males to the place where they have to be graded according to their cash instead of their ability. If the Dresden doll can model, who’s to stop her?” Coles Arnold pretended to fall forward into his salad plate. “I’ve lived too . these old which the port the daughter.” He didn’t have to be a complete fool, Patty rebuked him acidly. “Leila’s only being contrary. She’s famous for taking the opposite side in any controversy.” “That’s what you think.” Leila clanked her bracelets lazily. “If this assembly is interested in the truth, which I doubt, the fact is that I heard this topic knocked down and worried to shreds in a Forum meeting last week". The club ladies, bless their intellects, considered the not-so-new question of whether the girl with money should take 'a job which a girl who needed the money could fill just as well.” Halsey Kenneth stretched his long legs, kicked Andy’s shins and mut tered, “Sorry.” He didn’t see any thing to debate, he said. “Girls who don’t have to work can do other things.” “I dug him a pit and he walked right in,” Leila beamed. “My friend, I don’t admire the wealthy girl for her brains, beauty or bank account. .To be honest, I rather dis like her cause she cornered, fair play, For years the society girl has been doing the ‘other things’ you’d per mit her to do, with what results? That every magazine, newspaper and platform speaker in this fair i land has gone to town on the topic | of her wasted life. Honest toil alone I would save her soul, these gentle men and ladies asserted, poor and what? So now they’re being skinnea alive for taking the bread out of poor girls’ lipsticked apertures, must be darned confusing to rich.” “I’m still groggy,” muttered Coles Arnold, elbow on table, supporting his head on his hand. “I may be failing, but I don’t get yoq, Leila. Will you explain, gently and patient ly and 'in simple words, just wny you are championing the cause of the millionaire’s unhappy child?” In a flash Leila’s beautiful altered, sobered to a gravity was as enchanting as it was She spoke swiftly, seriously, ing forward a little, her black eyes holding Cole’s mocking gaze. “Coles, in all my life, I’ve known only one girl who never worked. Only one had never been to business, never even talked of earning her own liv ing. Maybe she was a parasite—all right, but she had it all over the grubby, grasping ants.” Coles shook his head. The folk lore, he argued, was a little mixed. “It was a grasshopper, not a para site, who had the run-in with the goshawful industrial ants, Leila. A parasite, if you must have one, is the mistletoe. Think on that, my girl, next Christmas.” “It seems to me,” Halsey Ken neth said, “that the issue is becom- Jong,” he moaned. “Let eyes close on a world in Communist rallies to sup cause of the capitalist's let’s that may with not? in if to on general .principles be- has the mink coat market But I happen to be for first, last and all the 'time. .................................I' so tho Dresden pieces got religion landed themselves jobs. So us It be face that rare, lean- Painful, Pus Filled Boils the Cause of Ifluch Misery If you suffer from boils you know how sick and miserable they made ybu feet ... . . Boils ftrb an outward indication of impurities in the system, and just when you think you are rid of one another crops up to. take its place and prolong ybur misery. All the lancmg and poulticing you can do may het stop more 00111 To help overcome boils you should purify, the blood, so Why not give that old reliable blood medicine, Burdock Blood Bitters, a chance io show if. will do in helping you get rid Of them? Thousands have Used it for this purpose for the past 60 years. Why not, you? 1 Tho T. liiibwn Co.| Louted, Totoulo, Ont, that so fax' Dace an# I have peen * purse as they pulled up before the I right. ‘ ■ ................ cause we’ve had bo much, He saw Leila’s .eyes turn t0 Kurt and the certainty that she would be grateiui for so much less touched Andy’s heart, Candace resigned her position the first week in March, It was practi cally acknowledged that the firm would dissolve in May, when the lease expired. By the time the baby i “Andy?” slie questioned him, came, Candace reasoned, she might “Yes, Dace?” have heard of something else, or at. “Are you sorry? Do you regret least she would be free to. look. She | that you didn’t try for the Navy pr We can take what comes, be-! house. “When I lie awake like ithftt, I think of all the women throughout the world who are lying awake, trying to solve their problems, too.” But to Andy she confided that five | dollars a week wasn’t enough to pay for responsibility and intelligence though where they were going to find it for what they could afford to ' pay, she bad no ideas as yet, allowed hersZjlf two months at home, i the Coast duard? I know you’ve the budget could stand the strain, waited for your number to be called, she told Andy, And instead of a because you were taking the chance with me. ing obscured. I take it that model ing calls Ip? a pretty face and’—er—” “A nice figure, Halsey,” Andy supplied helpfully, “Thank you—a shapely form, put it. Now, it is conceivable the Dresden’s of this world have what is required, along a bank account, too, is it Wihile the poor but honest maiden may have neither cash nor the fig ure to set off the mink coat. Ip. that ease the wealthy girl who models mink is well within her rights taking the job, isn’t she? Even little or no education is needed look beautiful and befurred?” Patty Bailey almost whlx»cu, she was so irritated, “That shows you don’t know what you’re talking a- bout! she scolded. “Maybe Dorothy Dresden has a wonderful figure— but so could any girl have who could afford to pay thirty-five dol lars for elastic!” There laughter percolator plug from the wall, of coffee,” she announced cheer fully. “Oh, Leila, the lucky people are the girls ever question Let’s rejoice sively poor.” The Government, very nice. “Meaning?” Andy, holding Can dace’s hand as he sat on the floor be side her chair, surreptitiously kiss ed the wedding band on her finger. “They treat Kurt so well! Why, he applied for his skiing permit and he had it within two days. We've been stopped once or twice, either on the way up or down, and Kurt had to show was awfully they, Kurt?” The young the last war men who were in the last war tell how good this country was then to enemy aliens.” “How’s it feel to be an enemy alien?” Andy grinned, but he stud ied Kurt Hermann night after night, trying to put himself in the Ger man’s place, wondering why Kurt should continue to look so calm and Leila to be the nervous wreck. Kurt shrugged, puffed at his cigar ette. “I worry about my mother,” he said simply. “And my feeling about my country—and this—I think is only a numbness that doei. not pass.” “He’s happy skiing.” Leila some times spoke as if Kurt were not present. “When we’re outdoors, he can forget his troubles. If only we had a little money in, without working for it— live in the country and be all the time.” The clear, low protested gently, have a plan—you doors, skiing in winter, canoeing in summer. You say children—” “We can farm.” “You can’t have you have lots of dbn’t want a lot of to have just enough for the two of us to live in the country.” Andy’s “What’s keeping you—” died on his lips at the almost im perceptible gesture from Candaqe. It would be a boner, he acknow ledged to himself, nothing prevented •rying and living 1 within commuting '■ jobs. They could have a small place and both work, but of course Kurt • wasn’t ready to marry. You couldn’t 1 blame him, with his affairs in a ■ Cine mess and likely to become 1 more involved. But Leila—well, ’ girls were always the hardest hit, in a situation of this kind. You take Candace—Andy lifted her hand to his lips. She and Leila 1 were off now on the subject of small i houses, the kind of houses women ■ cut from magazines and tuck away. Kurt would listen and smoke and ■ never say a word from one hour’s ' end till another. It was tough on Leila, not being able to see ahead, ■ but you take Candace^— It’s funny, too, Andy mused, but if anything happens to me I shan't • feel that I’ve messed up her life. If anyone had told me two years ago that leaving your wife with a baby and very little money wasn’t the worst thing a man could do to the girl he loved, I’d have laughed at him. anyone, it over bo Sltl’O hex and Kurt, that any experience you have Will work out for someone else. Ahdy stretched luxuriously, pulled himself upright. A feeling of elation tiiiglod tlio length of his bpino. It’s gorgeous, it’s glorious, he void him self, looking dowii upon the beautiful ^hin'ng head of his Wife, to know girdles with French-loomed was a spontaneous burst of and Candace pulled the “Lots like us- our that ■no right we're Leila one will to work. unobtru- said, was his permit. Everyone nice to us—weren’t German nodded. “In -that is, I have heard -I mean coming •we could outdoors voice of “But you can’t just she told Andy, private room, decided on a semi-. that you’d have more time private. She wanted the money fox | But are you sorry now?” the baby, Candace said. “I must I lie put his arm around settle the question of who’s to look1 she leaned her head on his after him when I go back to work, as they both looked down too. raise families but I guess the maid' en aunts havV^n gone to now.” ' > Mothers, maiden aunts, all female branches of a family went to' business, decided wearily, after she had made the rounds of the employment agen da. It would be of little or ho use to file an application for a young, woman to take charge of an infant,' him. » the agency managers saiiT; heli) of; “It’s true. Earlier the draft boards that kind nvas daily growing more gave you three weeks ito get your scarce, in a few weeks time the war affairs in industries would have them all, Maiden aunts used to help dying embers of their fire, “Dace, darljng, nothing her and shoulder into the that can business1 happen to me will make me regret. •«,. ; Every minute I've had with you is cousins, ’ worth a year of grubbing as the low- modern ■Candaqe Fire early on Monday destroyed the Opera Block on the main street at Mitchell, gutting ft restaurant and 'bake shop as well as damaging a theatre and causing loss estimat ed • between $60,000 and $70,090 No one was injured in the blaze, one of the woi’st in the history of Mitchell. When flames, threatened other buildings in the downtown area, a call was sent to the lire department at Stratford, 13 miles east of Mit chell, and a pumper and seven men responded. Snow on the reefs of adjoining buildings was said to have prevented the spread of the fire by blazing embers, which were scattered as far as five blocks by a strong wind. The fire was discovered at 3.15 a.m. in a kitchen of the Cosy Grill, a restaurant operated by Chris Cheoros, on the first floor of the two-storey white brick opera build- mg. Laverne Gloor, of Mitchell, and an unidentified air force man who saw the flames, turned ifl an alarm. Although the Mitchell fire depart ment responded within a few min utes, the fire quickly spread through the tinder-dry building whose sec ond floor was condemned and seal ed 10 years ago. The blaze destroy ed the 0, E, Webb bake shop and while flames failed to reach the nearby Dominion Store, extensive damage was caused to the stock by Smoke and water, :At the height of the fire» a toppled off the Opera Block plunged through the roof of Plaza Theatre, The impact of ing bricks blew out the front back doors and caused heavy dam age to the interior of the theatre. The 'Opera Block, built 60 years ago by the late Henry James, is at the intersection of highways No,8 and 23. wall and the tail- and est private in the ranks, Remember that.” He kissed her gently. ’“I—I suppose you’ve heard General Wat ers sounding off that men inducted now are being sent off immediately,” She nodded, pressing closer to order, but now they’re shipping the fellows off pronto, I “You can't blame a quick, capa-j won’t have 'time to do anything, a crirl " nna mn-nnp-nv nrdniorl nnf ‘ Hnrno of the men get a Short leaVC they’.ve arrived at camp, but nothing to be sure of—we’ve . Be-' got to plan how you can swing this stigma j apartment. I wish you had a sister to move in with you—two brothers ble girl,” one manager pointed out.' Some “Factory work is often easier, it J after pays better and the girl has the' that’s advantage of companionship, sides, there’s no servant ! attached to her job.” A steady downpour which began1 in California aren’t much help to a with concentrated violence as she’girl.” left the doctor’s office one afternoon, I “Why not me?' Leila Orton sag drove Candace to the extravagance ■ gested sunnily, a day or two later, of a taxi. The cold wetness of the1 d'ismal streets seemed to through her tired bones, heaven the taxi was heated! Can dace clambered in, sank back on the■ golden heart, you hate the city in wide, deep seat and fumbled in her purse for her compact. “Where to, lady?” The driver was a woman. A round faced, yellow-haired, plump woman snugly buttoned into a covert cloth | coat that looked as if it must burst, them at the seams. “Number 9 6 Street—right.” The car started forward light flashed green. The eyes, steady and blue, met Can- njce steady rc^k to cling to, if either dace’s gaze in the small mirror.' of us feels impelled to cling.” Somewhat/to' Candace’s surprise, Andy liked the plan. To Sarah Andy confided th£c he thought Leila would be good for his wife. “She needs someone harder than she is and Leila I Leila was t-, • Dace and T ..j Leilathe knows her knows her grief and I cl° " I think that’s a healthy attitude, al beit somewhat rough on Leila’s friend. A lively, talkative person will be much better for Dace than someone too much like herself.” (To Be Continued) I’m weary of the suburbs, the city pierce' attracts me. I’ll pay half the ex Thank j penses.” ■Candace wanted to cry. “Leila the Spring. You’re the one who wants to live in the country. Tne baby will keep you won’t let you do it. Kurt.” Kurt could come movies a reward for extra might let him stay and then. “He may - | to the Wicker • Leila said. As I kindness, they overnight, now awake, too—I Besides, there’s see them, take alternately, as the driver’s j3e an enemy alien, but he’ll be a Advocate Appreciated letter received from Melvin from Auburn township who overseas he says in part: though I have sacrificed i MU-D, COOL, SMOKE In a Atwood is now “Even everything, I’m glad I’m right where I am today, and that’s in the army. You know how much is at stake and you can see things in Canada you never saw before. I, always be lieve if you weren’t worthy of fight ing for 'Canada, you weren’t worthy of being a Canadian and it still goes. Its a prayer in one hand and a gun : We when larly. means going to a good movie or an amuse ment park because we have the same feeling and are happy we get the mail. The Times-Advocate which of my chums get, is the real because we all enjoy reading an3 it is handed down from one sol dier to another and although we are not so familiar with the people at Exeter we like to think we do. Several copies come all at once and they are all saved and read at all available hours. Every line is read, even the ads; what they are showing at the theatres and pic ture ourselves there. It’s funny in a sort of way,, but being thousands of miles from what we used to know is just like a dream. But we are going to stay until the finish. Good luck and as Kate Smith says “If you in the other and both will win, do get disgusted at times the mail doesn’t come regu- You’ll never know what it i to hear from home. It’s like when some thing JOHN W. BALFOUR A well known resident of Hibbert Township, John W. Balfour, passed away on Saturday in his 78th year. Mr. Balfour was born at Whitby and came to Hibbert Township with, his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Henry Balfour, when he was two years of age. In .January, 189 0, he married Miss Annie Buck, who survives. For four years after his marriage he and his wife farmed on the home stead, lot 5, concession 5, Hibbert Township, and then moved to lot 5, concession 4, Hibbert Township, where he passed away. Mr. Bal four was a member of Knox Pres byterian Church, Mitchell. Besides his wife he is survived by a son, Dalton, at home; two daughters, Mrs. John Barbour, London, and Mrs. George Pepper, Logan Town ship; a sister, Mrs. Robert Watson, Mitchell. The funeral service was held on Tuesday with Rev. Norman MacKay, of Mitchell, officiating. In terment was in the Presbyterian Cemetery, Mitchell.“Husband in the service? Not call-j ed yet? Mine enlisted. This is his cab.” There was no use in trying; to hold a man when he got restless, I the blonde driver said. Her Jack thrived on excitement. “My folks are furious at him for leaving me, but I know how it with him. I love driving a cab it rests me to get away from kids. I make about thirty-five lars a week and that keeps us going. Jack's always promising to send, me a little, but he goes to town pay day and .that’s the end of that.” Candace leaned forward. “How old are your children?” ‘‘Two, three thought I was second one.” East and stopped, the cars three abreast. Im patient horns blared, irritated pe destrians scowled from under the tangle of dripping umbrellas bob bing on the crowded sidewalks. The rain drummed steadily and coldly on the black, shifting mass, on the tops of the motionless cars, glanced off into the puddles formed in the asphalt depressions and pelted the raging torrents that flushed the refuse in the gutters. Candace heard the double wind shield wiper clicking busily. Relax ed, comfortable, sheltered, she re fused to worry about the meter. “Who takes care of your children?” she asked. She had a woman, a real nice woman, the driver revealed, inch ing her car ahead as the line moved I slowly forward. “She comes (days a week and stays as long 'want her and stay home days, flat rate—five Before she blurted, “But enough?” Of course it was enough, the other assured her. The helper had her meals and the run of the flat. “It’s an easy job. She can play the radio. And I make the they have to mind smack ’em where they give her any Anyway, the driver easing her car around and picking up speed on empty side Street, that was all she j could afford. She earned thirty-five l dollars a week, sometimes less; out of that she had to' pay rent and buy food, insurance and clothing for the three kinds. “I don’t know how long I’ll be running this car, either—with all the talk about freez ing tires and rationing gas, I sup pose I can go into a defense plant.” Maybe other people could pay big wages to someone to stay Yvltli their kids, she added; she had to do the best she could, "It*S no picnic, let me tell you, and plenty of nights I lie awake, doing arithmetic?’ “I know,” Candace opened het I Candace have to live out- you don’t want Leila frowned, children unless money and we money. We want I to suggest that, them from mar- in the country distance of their There's no use trying to tell I wouldn’t attempt to talk with Leila, because I can’t it Would work out well for ' Ybu can’t be sure don’t write you’re wrong.” and four. My family wrong to have the west-bound traffic six as I ■sometimes I work nights I pay her a dollars a week.” could stop, Candacn do you think that’s kids understand her. I tell her to they back need it, if talk.” concluded, the corner the nearly can be hard as nails, talks everything out, is inclined to brood, has a Then while When sorrow everyone who They tell us that Love starts when she sinks into your arms, and ends with her arms in the sink. Mrs. Frank Skelton Public funeral services for Mrs. Frank Skelton, well known Bruce- field resident, were held at the Uni ted 'Church, Brucefield, on Tuesday December 21 with burial in Baird’s Cemetery. Mrs. Skelton was in her 78 th year, and had resided in Brucefield for many years, coming to Canada from England. Her hus band predeceased her some years She was a member of Brucefield United Church. Suryiving son, Frank, in Stratford, daughter, Mrs. Lyle Hill, of field, A son was killed in in the First Great War. TUNE IN Old Fashioned are a and a Bruce- action PILGRIMS’ HOUR 2-3 p.m.. E.D.S.T. Mutual Network SUNDAYS Local Station. CKLW WINDSOR Revival Hour 7-8 p.m., E.D.S.T. CHARLES E. FULLER P.O. Box 123 — Los Angeles Zone 53, California 'T'OWERING up from the most outstanding location in Quebec on the cliff which overlooks the St. Lawrence River,- the Chateau Fron tenac, one of tho Canadian Pacific Railway Company’s country-wide chain of “grand hotels”, .celebrates its 60th anniversary on December 17, 1943. Built on the spot where once rose the Chateau St. Louis, official residence of early French governors and in a city where Sea lanes and rail Hues converge, tho great hotel is one of the best known in the world. As the above pictures illustrate, today’s Chateau Frontenac (inset), with 723 guest rooms, is much en larged over..the 1893 hostelry (main picture) Which started the company’s move into the coast-to-cOast hotel fiold,*In 1898-99 the first addition, the Citadel Wing, was made to the original structure. Since then the Mont Carmel Wing in 190S-09, the St. Louis Wing in 1920-22 and the Central Tower, from .1920-24, have been added, with further major im provements being made in 1926. Some of the additions called for marvels of planning such us the ex cavation of more than 40,000 cubic yards of rock from a space entirely surrounded Joy adjacent structures, which continued in full operation, thereby reducing the use of blasting to. tho minimum. Masonry. on tho tower was completed during the Winter and. of ten storms and high winds made it impossible to work. Very few hotels anywhere have had their royal suites as busy as the Chateau Frontenac, which has housed in its day King Gcorve v: Their Majesties, King George VI and Queen Elizabeth, during the Royal Visit of 1939; and governors general of Canada and their consorts from tho Earl of Aberdeen down tn the Earl of Athlone. With all this in its 50-year back ground of disi inguished service ir still remained for August of 1943 to bring its greatest hour to tho Cha teau Frontenac, which is managed by B. A. Neale and under the direc tion of H. F. Mathews, general man ager of hotels. Last August it Was for 18 days the voty "nerve ceni.te’’ of the Quebec Conference as Prime Minister Winston Churchill and. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt met in the Ancient Capital vrith Prime Minister W. L. Mackenzie King.