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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1944-06-08, Page 7THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, JUNE 8,1944 I by Michael Storm He said quietly: “Don’t you think it would be better if you got of here tomorrow? You could out of the town, you know.” would know what he meant, heact down gent- soft- out get She he their Can’t you you? I as- will be safe, face was suddenly a mask, and cold. He deliberately heavy, long moments to lifted big glass and fin- When mented: "Yes, blithely, his voice. She continued: would you like some “I could stand it." “Is there anything box?” “About everything, I bacon—but you don’t bother; I’m perfectly capable.” “I imagine that you are; but X do owe you something for taking me in like this, so—” •a breakfast will pay that bill, Scott finished ironically. eyes were cloudy with She moved across the I to forget the she finished, Scott com- "Rather cozy—-this,” isn’t it?” Naar replied, ignoring the implication in : "And now breakfast?" in the ice­ guess, Eggs, have to then he said, "That was very put. I congratulate you for patriotic views.” Xie turned and crossed to the stairs. "I’ll your pyjamas on the other eh? Naar’s annoyance. few paces that sparated them, thought we were taunts,” she said. "Every time,” he said heavily, "that we agree on that, we do not pay any attention to it.” "This time we will. No more ref­ erences to personalities.” Scott kept his mouth line as he grasped He said: “And now I had finished theig' room, still her her and thought. He brought his around and shifted his gaze on hei' lips, They were curved ly, in a mocking smile, ness slowly vanishing. "What’s the matter? stand a woman around sure you that you Everything about you is distasteful to me. I don’t understand it, but you apparently don’t care too much about what happens to your coun­ try, and a man like that is certain­ ly not one to admire.” Scott’s stiffened allowed pass. He ished the drink in a long, swift pull, And well your then put bed—in the room to your right at the top of the stairs.” He tramped heavily up the stairway. In the morning, when Scott des­ cended to the living room, he was completely aware of the ritterly fantastic events of the past night. In the still, c^ear light of morning, those happenings were unreal. He stepped across the living wondering whether Naar was about. He had not looked into room, preferring not to give any reason for anger. He walked through the house there was no sign of her. He went out to the piazza. The sea was calm and blue; the air was beginning to turn hot. To Scott’s left the beach was white and empty, a long stretch of sand that was a glare under the heavy sun, Scott swung around the far cor­ ner of the piazza and stood rock still, gazing down at the channel where the submarine had appeared. He thought bleakly, it was bizzare, a U-boat that close to shore. But as Scott confined his examination of the shore line, he could see why this rendezvous had been chosen. The rocks sheered off straight •down into the sea for a consider­ able distance. There were no ob­ structions in the channel. Straight out, there was a small rectangle of land upon lighthouse convenient boat. Scott less ocean, body suddenly tensed as he thought that last night’s occurrence might happen again. A quick step sounded upon the stairs. Scott whirled, tightening in voluntarily; and then he edged around the corner. It was Naar. "Oh, hello,” she said brightly. She indicated the door. "Will you open this for me?” “Of course,” advanced a few quizzically at articles she was carrying. Naar glanced up at Scott. "This is my third trip. I put my clothes in the bedroom. You won’t mind it I do some work here?” "Not at. all. I like to see other people work.” "While you were sleeping I de­ cided that I should stay out of the way - as much as possible.” She laughed slightly remembering some­ thing. "I should tell you that those pyjamas Were slightly on the large side.” Scott followed her through the open doorway. Naar looked around, apparently for a suitable location. She asked; "Would you mind if I used that corner by the dow?” "Not the which was located the that provided such a sighting point for any stared down at the rest- his mind confusion, his "Lat- thanks.” Her hands her blond head was outside, closing the He experienced a sand was de­ clothes neat- rigidly; and Scott replied. He quick steps, looking tne collection of at all. Anywhere CHAPTER IX Scott for- returned to out on the know what caused but immediately he his side and brought large win- you wish.” board, ar-Naar ranged Stand, white paper under the pencils, then opened a large folio which she sot Upon the table. set up her flat pencils neatly upon a small stacked large squares of "Agreed.” on an even Naar’s hand, breakfast.” When they first meal together, Scott had to confess that Naar was supreme as a cook. He told her so and she answered his praise by promising him an even better dinner. Scott wiped the dishes and when he had put away the last plate, he said: "I’ll leave you to youi’ work. I think I’ll take a swim.” Naar nodded and preceded him into the dining room. She said: "I would appreciate being alone be­ cause despite the excitement? I be­ lieve I can work.” Scott made his way towards stairs. He thought, even in such a situation, Naar seemed to belong here in this. house—with him. He puzzled about that conviction as he changed into his swimming trunks. He put on a beach robe and^andals. When he descended the stairs he saw that Naar was already at her board. XIe ventured an invitation: "Would you consider joining me?” She did not look up. Her voice showed that she was immersed in her work. She said remotely: er perhaps, stayed busy; bent intently. Scott went door gently, small hurt because she had not joined him, and then he shrugged that odd feeling off abruptly. He made his way down the stairs and along the curving path amongst rocks and high grass. The long stretch of serted. Scott piled his ly, the habit on him then he plunged into the wates. Fifty yards out he turned and with an easy rythm—a six-beat match­ ing crawl—he cut along the beach, paralleling the shore. Once when he lifted his head completely out of the water he thought he saw a small black thing not more than a hundred yards to his right. The object disappeared and got it, When he tired, Scott the beach and stretched hot sand. Under the shimmering, soothing heat of the sun, he was soon asleep. He did not him to awake, turned ovei* on up his elbow squinting toward his house. There whs a man halfway up the open stairs. As Scott watched the man came to the piaz­ za, paused, and then disappeared through the doorway. Scott leaped to his feet and plunged up through the grass and across the rocks, un­ mindful of his bare feet. His heart was hammering in his chest. Scott Hayden heard Naar O’Neil’s resentful voice, fully controlled and wholly angry. He brought himself to a full-braked stop. Naar was saying, "—but that does not concern me, does it?” Scott saw the man’s huge bulk. It was Tom Cortell. Cortell Said, his voice rasping, GH Painful, Pus Filled Boils the Cause of Much Misery If you suffer from boils you know how sick and miserable they made you feel. Boils ate an outward indication Of impurities in the system, and just .When yOti think you are rid of and another crops up io take its place and prolong your misery. All the lancing and poulticing you can do may not Stop moro coming. To help overcome boils you should purify the blood, so why not give that old, tenable blood medicine, Burdock Blood Bitters, ft chance to snow What it. Will do in helping you get rid of them? Thousands have used it for this purpose for the past 60 years. Why hot you? The T. Milburn Co.; Limited, Toronto, Ont. Perhaps, farther out, it had been cut. There would he no point in determining that now. Scott bound- ed up the steps and into the house. Naar was holding the telephone. She said: "Sometimes the operators take a while/' "No luck though?” "No.” "It isn’t cut—-at least not where I can see it.” "The line may be out of order." Seott lifted ■ his big-muscled shoulders slightly* "Perhaps, but too many things are happening around here and they are not too easily explainable.” "I have been thinking that," Naar observed distractedly. Scott had a sudden thought. He said: "Have you noticed th© chan­ nel? Come out her on the piazza and you Pte. Wilfred Scott Dies of Wounds Mr. and Mrs. John Scott, Cromarty, received news of death of their son, Fte. Wilfred Scott, who died of wounds in Italy on May 2<th. He had been overseas since February, 1943, As soon as war was declared he enlisted for home defence, after­ wards applying for the RCAF. While waiting for his call he took training at Woodstock and Chatham and fin­ ally joined the Kent Regiment for active service. It was at this time that he got his call to the RCAF, but being attached to the Kents then, he remained with them, going to Camp Borden where he was draft­ ed for overseas. Owing to a severe ....Jllllllllllllllllllllllllllll "I’m afraid that you, too, will have to leave. The Coast Guard noti­ fied me that everyone’s got to leave this stretch of the beach.” Naar snapped imaptiently; "But surely I can do no harm here.” "The Coast Guard won’t ask ques­ tions, .Miss- O'Neil. They give orders I and you will see why a U-boat and those orders are obeyed.” | commander could use it and be t of sinus triuble he was un- To Scott Hayden’s sharply critical,sure that he would not be detect-!able t0 accompany his regiment but mind, there was something wrong T ‘ “ here, He stepped into the room ana stood breathing deeply, his muscu­ lar body tensley alert. He bit off his words, cracking them across the room. "Why didn’t you come down to the beach, Cortell? You saw me there didn’t you?” Tom Cortell whirled, his big face dull but with a small flicker of un- certaintly in his watery eyes. Cortel said: "Oh, hello, Mr. Hay­ den.” Pulling out a handkerchief he wiped his perspiring face. '/You say, why didn’t I come down to the beach?” Scott forgot to be friendly. "You heard me! You know I’m the only one around here.” Cortell fumbled for his words. "Well—ah—I wasn’t sure it was you.” "But you knew that someone was here in my house, didn't you?” Scott moved slowly forward. Tom Cortell backed away invol­ untarily before tSftootD’s bulk. He said: "All I'm doing is telling you what I was told, Mr. Stewart.” Scott stopped and held himself rigid. He eyed Cortell’s fleshy face. "You had better get some proof that the Coast Guard wants us to move, Cortell.” Scott’s voice was heavy. "Until you do, I can assure you that we are going to stay here.” Naar O’Neil was staring at Scott. She said quietly: "I agree with Mr. Hayden. We leased these cottages with the understanding that we would not be disturbed. Until you furnish proof that we must leave, then we will stay.” Cortell’s handkerchief disappeared into his hip pocket. His face, sud­ denly became composed. He said meditatively, "Well, I suppose I can’t blame you. This is a nice spot —no one to bother you; an’ it must be hard to give it up. I’ll see what I can do.” He moved toward the door and Scott stepped back slight­ ly, looking down at Cortell’s abrupt­ ly hurrying bulk. Scott had the im­ pulse to reach out and stop him. After, all Scott thought critically, if the Coast Guard ordered these houses vacated, no one—least of all Cortell—could do anything about it. Cortell wallowed past and pushed open, the screen door. He turned and said: “Don’t give it another thought, folks. I believe everything will be all right.” iHe laughed and the sound erupted from his stomach like a confidential bray. Neither Naar nor Scott answered him and he spoke a nervous "good- by.” Then he was gone. Scott waited for a moment and then moved toward the dining­ room windows. Cortell was making his laborious way up the small hill, his thick legs working hard and his short arms flailing uselessly. Scott watched until the man was over the brow of the hill, then and came back into the and saw that Naar was pectantly, watching him. He asked: "And what do you make of this?” "What harm can we do Why this sudden visit?” "That’s just it. This is after last night.” Scott racing, legs ate in five ed.” He held the door fox* Naar then ranged beside as walked to the far corner of piazza. Scott pointed to the ural aids that a U-boat would have when it surfaced here. Naar listen­ ed closely and when he had finish­ ed she enquired; “And you think that the submarine will return?” (To be continued) i and she the ' nat- Application Of Act On Hours Of Work Is Postponed Minister of Labour" Says Vital War Production Cannot Be Hampered • was sent to London University where he received a diploma for his course there, reported at Comp Bor- tden and was sent overseas in Feb­ ruary, 1948. He was only a short time in England before he was sent to Africa, Sicily and latterly to Italy acting throughout his service as a stretcher bearer. In January he sustained a shrapnel wound be­ low the knee but was able to go into action again until he suffered fatal wounds on May 24th. The deceased young man was born on February 2, 1919, and after at­ tending S.S. No. 6, Cromarty, he re­ ceived his high school training in Mitchell and later took a business course at Guelph. He was readily adapted to any work he undertook and his chief hobbies were trapping and hunting. He made a wide circle of friends who join with relatives in extending heartfelt sympathy to his parents and his brother, Frank Scott, of Damp Borden, their sad bereavement. effective designed 48-hour all per- and in- I he turned living-room sitting ex­ out here? too soon mind long distance to the door He "Is the his his threw out his there any way Coast Guard?” a beach patrol, >> A statement has been issued from the office of the Honourable Charles Daley, Minister of Labour for Ontario, announcing the post­ ponement of certain provisions of the “Hours of Work and Vacations with Pay’’ Act. The Act, which becomes July 1st, of this year, was to establish a maximum week in this province for sons employed in business dustry, as well as providing for one week’s vacation with pay, in each year, to everyone so employed for a full year with one firm. In other words, on the anniversary of each year’s employment, employees be­ come eligible for a week’s vacation with pay. The Industry and Labour Board, under which body the Act will be administered, says that while plans are now being laid for the operation of the Act, it would be unsound at this time to .impose arbitrary changes. The need for all-out pro­ duction on essential war materials might be seriously interfered with if drastic changes in present hour schedules, which might be made necessary in conforming to the terms of this- Act, were made. This is particularly true in view of the man-power shortage existing at the present .time. The Board, therefore, considers that a postponement of the provisions of the act regulating “Work Hours” is necessary, and will be necessary, while the present criti­ cal production requirements and acute shortage of man-power exists. “The Board therefore authorizes the continuance of existing working hours in all industries operating on priority war materials in the Prov­ ince of -Ontario,” the statement says. Industries engaged in agriculture, horticulture, fishing and the pro­ duction of foods and farm products; dairy industries including cheese and butter production; firms en­ gaged in the building and mainten­ ance of roads, construction, trans­ portation, textiles and other under­ takings which can be considered essential to the full maintenance of the war effort, shall be considered in the category of war industries in so far is present working hours are concerned. • "Periods of relaxation, both men­ tal and physical, to provide recrea­ tion are essentiol for general health and morale,” Mr. Daley said. "It is probably of more value in this time of mental stress and physical pres­ sure than at any other time. The provisions of the Act, therefore, ap­ plying to at least one'week’s vaca­ tion with pay shall apply to all per­ sons qualifying under the term of employment. This does hot neces­ sarily mean that vacation must be­ gin on July 1st, but that vacations with pay shall be provided for all employees effective July 1st, 1944, under the individual employer’s plan of allotting vacation time, Daley said. paced the room, 1-Ie turned and up the strides. words swiftly: we can contact “There usually is but I don’t know when it passes. "How about the telephone?” "You can try it.” Scott crossed to the instrument and snatched off the receiver, He listened for a moment, finally glancing significantly across at Naar as the moments ticked past, He spoke from the side of a grim mouth, "This line is dead,” He jigled the hook. Still no answer. Scott replaced the receiver gently. He spoke softly: "Everything hap­ pens to us, doesn’t it?” "No answer at all?” Scott nodded shortly, "If it’s cut maybe I can He strode across the went out the dooa the course of the wire along side of the house. The wire Intact. That pttaMed Scott, examined the opening and then lead Wire that was strung to pole. Still, he could detect break. The wire was hung high I the wedding to take place eatly m and the poles followed the toad. June. He said: repair it,” room and He followed the was He the a no Engagements Announced The engagement is announced of Isabel Margaret, youngest daughter of Mrs. James Flannigan, Seaforth, and Mr. Mrs, late take Mr, and Mrs. Charles MacKay, Tuckersmith, announce the engage­ ment of their daughter, Catharine Irene, to Mr, Melvin Loran, youngest son of Mr, Arthur Glanvilie and the late Mrs. Glanyilie, of Usborne, J TONS OF WASTE PAPER ARE REQUIRED EVERY MONTH FOR VITAL WAR NEEDS 14 ; i Pte. in William Francis Riddel] Dies at 12, William Francis Riddell died his home lot 18, concession Blanshard, on Friday, June 2nd, in his 79 th year. He had not been in good health for some time and death followed an operation, was a member of the Canadian Order of Foresters and of the United church, Granton. He is survived by his widow, ' formerly Catharine Keith, three sons and one daughter. He A survey for a proposed sewer­ age system for Clinton has been made and presented to the town council. A committee of citizens has been appointed to deal with the matter. r FIRE THREATENS BUSINESS BLOCK OF SEAFORTH Daughter (leaving for holiday> "Good-bye, Dad. Don’t forget to write even if it’s only a cheque. A quick run and prompt action of the Seaforth Fire Brigade prevented a serious conflagration, when fire broke out in an apartment in the McCloy Block, on the east side of Main Street, about 11 o’clock Friday morning. The fire was started by a coal oil stove in the apartment of Elmer Shearing, local truck driver, situated over J. J. Cleary’s grocery store, and had gained considerable headway before being noticed. When the alarm sounded dense clouds of black smoke were pouring out of the upstair windows and the fire was beginning to take a real hold when the firemen just a minute and from the time the up, that a line of ing water into the apartment win­ dows. A second was run dp the ad­ joining stairway, and in less than half an hour the fire was complete­ ly undei’ control. The greatest loss was suffered by J. J. Cleary by the deluge of water that seriously damaged the stock and fixtures in his grocery store below. Three billiard tables in th© pool room of W. G. Gill, adjoining the grocery store, were also' slightly damaged, but fortunately the fire­ men had covered them with tarpau­ lins before much water had come through the celling. FORO ..HOTELS arrived. It was a half, however, fire truck drew hose was pump­ Have Lumber NOW ON HAND PH !FP^,i r> -e-r-i i MOMM intwow ►Homs also good IRON POSTS AND BARB WIRE Place your order for shingles right away—we can supply them. A. J. CLATWORTHY - We Deliver Phone 12 Granton SALE! Dollars at Half Price I founds like a sure largain. But how mqny of us realize that in Ganado weVe getting dollars at less than half the price of other y earenSS fraction the price in many other countries to d ...at a Kerens what we mean. A dollar is worth as much ggg? as it will buy. And today uour dollar buys at least twice as much as it did in the last war . For instance, your (5*) buys a I, you con buy the same quality price since# buys twice asmuch. Price ceilings and other anti-inflationary measures have kept its value HIGH! And you protect your dollars worth every time you buy a bond refuse to hoard goods the late James Flannigan, to Verdun Rn,u, youngest son of Joseph Ran, Drysdale, and the Joseph Rau, the marriage to place June 24th, orfrequent block markets. That's howto make dollars count MORE! I promise to give my support to keeping the cost of living down. I will buy only what I need. I will observe the ceiling whether buying or sell­ ing goods or services. X will pay off old debts, save for the future, invest in Victory Bonds and War Savings Certificates. And I will support taxes which help lower the Cost of living. Published by Titt BREWING INDUSTRY (ONTARIO) to help reveal the dangers that inflation represents fot all the people Pf the Nation.