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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1944-02-10, Page 7THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY, 10, 1944 STORY SO FAR alone!’’ Samuel harshly NEW SERIAL STORY The story thus far; Bette Vare has become the ward of the Park­ er family for two years, following the terms of her aunt’s will, which insisted that she learn to be a lady before inheriting the $200’, 000 which was left to her, Mrs. Parker Will also inherit $200,000 at the end of the two years. If Bette marries in that time with the Parkers' con­ sent, both will receive their money immediately. Mr. Parker’s business is bad, and he suggests that Bob marry Bette for the sake of the mo­ ney. But Bette is more interested in Michael Kane, who is engaged to Clare Parker. Instinctively Bette dislikes Clare. She does not know of Clare’s infatuation for the law­ yer, Verne Mallory. CHAPTER IV going to open my summer on Lake Weiralong very he said hurriedlly, “Prob- I am asking the X 1511/ x JL jH/ by JOHN CAPITOE The following ia a synopsis of the address delivered by pastor H. Kendrick, of the Pentecostal Taber­ nacle at the memorial service for Pte, Stewart Cann, son of Mr, and Mrs. S. J. V. Cann, at Oaven Pres­ byterian church on Sunday, January “I’m camp soon,” ably next week, Parkers, Verne Mallory and Stella Brooks. You haven’t met her yet, but you will love her when you do. I—I t’-*-1- y—,J there,” he cursed himself feeling of confusion. “It the trimmings—-mountains, a beautiful lake. Will you Bette raised dreamy eyes “I'd love it—!” past him, to find Clare standing behind his ehair, eyes were like blue ice. “How very, very cozy,” cooed, ing.” Michael twisted in his seat, then got hurriedly to his feet, smiling uncertainly. “Oh, hello, dear ” he murmured. “Have you had lunch yet?” She nodded curtly. “They told me at the office you were here. I thought you might give me a lift home.” Her eyes brushed Bette’s face coldly. “But I see you are busy.” At the covert sneer in Clare’s voice, Bette stiffened. She saw that Michael was unaware of the tension, oi' determined to ignore it. He pulled out a chair. “Of course I’ll take you home, dear,” he said easily. “Sit down until Bette finishes her coffee; then I’ll take you both for a ride.” grin wavered a little. Bette laid down her napkin rose. “I’ve finished,” she chael, smiling. “Thanks nice luncheon—” As they xnoved toward rance, Bette could feel ■I think you’d like it up for his has all woods, come?” to his. Hex' eyes went Parker Clare’s Clare “I do hope I‘m not intrud- told for the His and Mi- the DEES IN CALIFORNIA : WAR STAMPSAeWCTS (PAI AHA” SAiiAijA On this occasion when we have gathered to pay put resepects to opt Brother Cann, I feel the loss possib­ ly more than any of you, outside of his family and friends. As on the last occasion when I saw Stewart, it was in the city of Guelph wher« we shared an hour together, I do not need to enlarge on the life of this boy, who lived in your neigh­ borhood. This boy has been a life and a testimony in the lives ox faithful warriors, and knew Christ when he took a stand on the street or corner in your town, with his father and brothers, I am glad to be able to stand before you and teji you of this occasion of meeting with Stewart before his going overseas. We know the thoughts of the bu reaved family, and of their loss of a loved one who has left this life. I have often said it, and I mean it this afternoon too, that the Gos­ pel of Jesus Christ should be preached for the salvation of lost souls. I do not need to enlarge on Stewart’s life. He was a. faithfu, warrior in life and in death, as when in uniform for his King and Country he was willing to go. We desire this afternoon, to pre- to you this last conversatioii Stewart. When alone in this room we opened our Bible ana the fifth Chapter of Second At the time the tears ruptcy, Clare!” i Clare's blue with Hight and shock—were on his and his face went gray. Poverty would be awful for the rest of them, he knew, but for Clare it was unthink­ able! Her voice was a frightened whis­ per, “You don’t really mean—!” He nodded and Clare's eyelids trembled, as if she were about to faint. His harsh voice aroused Her. a way out," he said, must marry Michael Michael is a .good and would be willing to help once you two were married." eyes were faintly curious. “Do love him, Clare?" Hei' round shoulders raised; her eyes were inscrutable. “Love and marriage," she whis­ pered. “Why speak of the two in the same breath?” Hex’ voice hard­ ened. “I couldn't endure pover­ ty!” She shivered and her face was almost tragic for a moment. Then her body stiffened and the eyes she raised to her father were calm. “Michael and I will be very soon," she declared, voice held no tremor. Her came reflective, of Michael and had discovered that noon. “Has Michael ever proposed, Clare ” Samuel Parker asked. Clare nodded. She didn’t think it necessary to tell him that Michael’s proposal had come at the end of an all-night dance, during which he had consumed more than his usual number of cocktails, and that she had purposely stirred his senses. “Michael and I will be very soon," she repeated “You can count on it." He chuckled. “I want marry Bette,” he confided, will give us two hundred thousand, together with what Bob can get out of Bette, plus what help you and your husband”—his smile was dry —“can give us. We'll be in clover again." Clare got to her feet suddenly. “You’ll have to excuse me,” she said. “I want to have a talk with oux' little barbarian from South Carolina. She has been poaching on my preserves. I must warn her that poaching is dangerous.” Samuel Parker’s admiring gaze followed her as she went into the corridor. Bette looked up from her book with surprise as Clare entered the- room—again without knocking. And again she resented the girl’s crude­ ness, but said nothing. Clare lit a cigarette leisurely, then sank into a chair opposite Bette. Blue eyes met violet sudden­ ly and both were conscious of a feeling of tension, of mutual dislike. Clare said abruptly, “Michael Kane and I are to be married very soon." Bette ’ regarded the girl calmly, fighting the sense of resentment she always experienced when she thought of Clare in connection Michael Kane. Clare’s eyes narrowed. “It good sportmanship," she said ly, “to poach on another girl's pre­ serves. Do you understand what I mean?” Bette shook her head; her voice was determinedly calm: “I’m afraid I don’t, Clare.” Clare Meaned forward and said with icy deliberation: “Listen, Bette, I'nx going to give you a little friendly hdvice. I’ve seen some­ thing of the world and I know quite a lot about its women and its men. Your backwoods training has left you deplorably ignoi’ant of certain things known to sophisticated pie—" Bette moved forward in cliaix* as though to rise. “I don’t care to heax* any more, Clare,” she said quietly. “You dis­ like me—“ She shrugged. “I can stand that, all x’ight, but I don’t care to hear youi’ insults.” Clare Snapped, “You persist, then, in making a fool of yourself—?” “Jxist Wlxat do you mean by that?" “There is ’’First, you Kane at once, boy me, His you She was Bette, lunchin; said coolly, “My are no concern an angry snort. se- of To the married and her eyes be­ thinking whom she g together married firmly. Clare’s voice her laughter in- She leaned tensely forward, conceivable to me,” she “that Michael might amuse with you for a Bob to “That time, men I wouldn't had even you.” feet; her CPL. D. M. RAYNHAM (Canada) — L.AAV. M. GREEN (Staincross) A pretty wedding took place yesterday (Thursday) week at St, John’s Church, Staincross, Rev, E. S. Owen officiating, the contracting parties being Cpl, Douglas Maxwell Baynham, R.C.A.F., only son of Mrs. Baynham and the late Maxwell Baynham, Toronto, formerly of Cen­ tralia, a veteran of the last war and LAW. Mary Green, W.A.A.F., second daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A, Green, “The Willows,” Staincross. The bride, given away by her father, was attired in white cloque and lace with train, headdress of orange blossoms and veil, and car­ ried a shower bouquet of red roses. She was attended by Miss Freda Green (sistei’ of the bride), who was dressed in hyacinth blue lace over silk, net to tone, bouquet of The best Pothecary, Mr. Geoffrey Ward (cousin of the bride); .ushers, Mr. Harry Bishop Green (brother) and Mr. J. True­ love (brother-in-law of bride). The service was fully choral, Rev, E. S. Owen accompanying the hymns on the organ. A reception was held in St. John’s Schoolroom, and London was chosen for the honeymoon, the bride travel­ ling in a grey coat with cessories. On leaving church the presented with a lucky by Bobby Pearce. The formerly employed by the B.B.C.S. Grocery Department and received table linen from staff. Many gifts eluding cheques the bridegroom nel) forces, teachers and friends of the bride. Before leaving the church the bride placed hei' bouquet on the al­ tar in memory of her brother Frank, who was reported missing when ship Neptune was sunk. ent- Clare’s hatred beating against her like an angry surf. Samuel Parker visited his daugh­ ter in her bedroom that night before dinner. He found her seated at the dressing table, putting the final touches to hex* makeup. Their eyes met in the mirror, and a look of perfect understanding passed be­ tween them. Samuel Parker under­ stood neither his wife nor his son, but he and this svelte blonde girl were perfectly compatible. Clare turned to face him, looking up at him questioningly. “To what do I this visit?” His voice Was can always count he said quietly. Clare’s soft mouth curved in a smile. “I’m afraid you aud I are not very civilized,” she said com­ placently. His eyes left hers and roved the lovely room. Its luxurious, 1 feminine furnishings pleased The colors of curtains, rugs wall coverings were almost baric in their richness. “There is a certain little matter,” he said musingly, and cleared his throat. “I asked your mother to speak to you about it, but she was a bit—er—J’ “Squeamish?” fered, His eyes were .approvingly. His voice was harshly abrupt: . ‘“I am on the verge of bank- owe the honor of harshly gentle. “I oxx you, at least,” ultra- him. 3 and bar- his daughter of* on her face again, Then he was sober, with isn’t Cold- peo- her the bronchial organs/ “Dr. Wood’s” has been on tho market for tho past 48 years*Price 35c a bottle*, the large family size, about 3 times as much, 60c, at all drug counters. , . The T» Milburn Co., -Limited, Toronto. Oliv. The ©oiigh Thai Sticks The ®eagh Thai Haugs On This is the kind of a cough it is hard to g’ot rid Of, the kind that bothers you during the day and keeps you awake at night. , Why not get a bottle of Dr. Wood’s Norway Pino Syrub and see how quickly it will help to relieve you of this coughing condition? It acts promptly and effectively, going to the foundation of the trouble, loosening the phlegm, soothing the irritated air passages, and stimulating Bette asked huskily. She saw a sudden color touch Clare’s pale cheeks. It disappeared as quickly as it had copie. ’’Leave Michael Kane Her voice reminded Bette of Parker’s, It had that some domineering tone. “My meeting with Michael today was an accident,” she said, con­ trolling her fury, “He invited me to have luncheon with him, and I accepted. I am not sorry,” Clare’s eyes blazed at her. “So it’s Michael now, is it?” she jeered. “I suppose you think tenderly of him in your secret thoughts!” Bette’s cheeks were flushed. Call­ ing him by his given name had been an unfortunate slip, though a natu­ ral one. “I hear all of you calling him Michael,” she cret thoughts yours.” Clare gave think that this little snip from country should have the audacity to oppose her, to meet her wishes with cold disdain. “I can only repeat what I told you a moment ago,” she said furi­ ously: “Leave Michael Kane alone! He is of my world, my class. He loves me; he is going to marry me. So keep away from him!” “If you are so sure of all that,” Bette asked with disconcerting frankness, “then why are you afraid of me?” “Afraid of you!” was incredulous; suiting. “It is sneered, himself being what they are. But have a husband who trifled with any one like Bette sprang to her eyes were wide on Clare’s face. She . shook her head a little. Michael Kane loved this shrewish .girl. But why? He himself was kind; he was intelligent. How could any man be so blind—so blind that he could not see through the thin veneer of blonde loveliness which covered the real, the heartless Clare Parker? “You are wasting ,my time and your own, Clare,” she said coldly. Her lips twisted wryly. “There was nothing in Aunt Theresa’s will tell­ ing me what friends I should have. I like Michael Kane. I shall con­ tinue to be friendly with him.” Clare Was on her feet. A lock of platinum haix’ fell over her eyes and she threw it back with tremb­ ling fingers. “You damn little fool!” she .shrilled, and hex’ rage seemed to strangle her. “Michael wouldn't wipe his feet on you. Can’t you understand that you are here on sufferance, that your own people were ashamed of you, that you are' a damned nuisance to us—and to Michael Kane ” Bette wondered dumbly why each time Clare mentioned that name it was like the twisting of a knife in her pounding heart. Her own ang­ er, she realized, couldn’t be held in check much longer. “Michael Kanh has my profound sympathy,” she choked. She thought for a moment that Clare was going to faint, for all bolor drained from hei' face, leav­ ing her deathly pale. Then, with a Clare turned and room. Bette stood for ing at the closed door and her lashes were starred with angry tears. Bette was seated in the drawing room aftex’ luncheon the next day. She and Mrs. Parker had eaten alone, for Mr. Parker and Bob were at the plant. Clare had left before the meal, telling her mothei' that she had an engagement. As she pass­ ed through the drawing room on her way out she had thrown a coldly disdainful glance at Bette. Bette had ignored it. She sup­ posed that Clare was lunching with Michael, and the thought brought memories of her own luCheon with that smiling young man. Tears stung her eyes suddenly. “I mustn’t be a fool!” she whis­ pered, and knew in her heart; that keeping sane wasn’t going to be easy, for Michael Kano’s gray eyes were boiginning to haunt her. She heard the jangle of the front door bell, Through the portieres she saw the maid going to answer ft. Ono hand as she heard The maid the drawing the puzzled frown on his face, He crossed the tooth, (To Be Continued) headdress, feathers and and carried a showex’ pink carnations. man was Cpl. Jack R.C.A.F.; groomsman sent with little read Corinthians. ran down my face, and even today it affects me very much to remem ber this hour with Stewart, and of reading this particular passage with him. It is not so much of the tavc that some of these men will not re­ turn, but that some of them have not a consciousness of soul salva- if ever there was a needed salvation it minister this morn- are giving the best black ac- bride was horseshoe bride was the manager and were received, in- froni (R.C.A.F. friends of persoxx- and fellow members of the also from Sunday School strangled gasp, rushed from the a long time star trembled at her breast a deep, familiar voice, ushered Michael into room, ahd Bette saw his C.HENSALL—Mr. and Mrs. Haugh, of Brucefield, have received a cablegram advising them of the arrival overseas of theii’ daughter, Nursing Sister Hazel Haugh. tion. I believe time when we is today. Your ing and others they have of this Christian thought. Let us read this fifth Chapter of Corinthians. We endeavour today to bring to your thoughts, and also did our Brother here this morning, a mes­ sage from the seventeenth verse. “Therefore, if any man be in Christ he is a new creature; old things are passed away; behold all things are become new.” This also takes us our Sunday School Lesson of late, this Christ who left His best with when He went to Heaven’s Glory, the Word of God we read that our work, but also to have Christ in us. The hope of glory for us means the new birth, Can a man. when he is old be born again? Yes, Except a man be born again, he shall in no wise entei' the Kingdom of Heaven. How necessary it seems at this time in which we are living, that we should be ready to meet death. If a man be in Christ he will become a new creature, the old desires will have passed away. Stewart brought out ful testimony which I ber, and which will go tory, Greater love hath he who will lay down his life for his fellow men. When we see Jesus we shall be like Him. I can Jesus on the one hand, and I see Stewart on the other, on equal par. Jesus loved you that died for you. If you will accept Him as your personal Saviour, the Word says that as I live, saith the Lord, every tongue shall confess that Jesus is the Saviour to the glory of God the Father. This great war is going to touch every home and every living soul today. Now is the day of salvation. Now is the time to get right with God. Stewart went out with that assurance in his own heart. Accept Him this afternoon as your personal Saviour. The same as this boy who has played his part. There are many fathers, sons, and husbands today, facing the very same issue. For those who are willing to give their lives, the best protection we can give them is to accept Jesus as our own personal Saviour, as the Way, the Truth and_ the Life. This is the protecting power of those who face the dangers of life, as did oui' Com­ rade who gave up his life in Italy a short time ago. A day is coming when I am going to meet Stewart in the air. Are you ready? I beg you this afternoon in the name Jesus to make right your lives. that wonder* will remem­ down in his- np man than see can an He of of MANY ATTEND FUNERAL OF <T. LEONARD BUTSON Mrs, Harry Metherell, of Mitchell, has received word of the death of her brothex’, Frederick Hooper, of Redlands, California, was born in Hibbert and that township for many fore going to California, married, the former Eliza who predeceased him, He was in his 89th year* and is survived by one son in California. 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They shall be forever with the Lord. We need His new birth today in our own individual lives, and we need a new birth also for this world. As it is written, Jesus has become the Way, the Truth and the Life. We not only want Christ to be in Monday afternoon J. Leonard But- his home in Ful- early Saturday LA. Mathers of and two favor- of Ages” and were sung. The A are all the A very large crowd of relatives and friends attended the funeral service held at the Heath funeral home Mitchell on January 31st for son, who died at larton township morning, Rev. W. Fullarton officiated ite hymns, “Rock “Abide With Me,” choir of Munro United church was in attendance and sang an anthem, with Mrs. Thomas Fanson at the piano. The pallbearers were Sliar- sel Skinner, Frank Skinner, Her­ bert Beer, M. H. Norris, Lloyd Wal- kom, and Elmer Scott. The beauti­ ful and numerous floral tributes were carried by five grandsons, Jack Cooke, Reg. Butson, Lawrence But- son, Gerald Butson. and Douglas Butson. 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