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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1944-09-07, Page 7THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 7, 1944 f Page T • A Gay New Serial Xove &)hom you please by Ahlene Fitch chapter ix ‘‘You’re a dirty low coward,” she told him evenly, ‘‘You’re willing to take a few moments of happiness even if you have to buy it with somebody else’s lifetime of content­ ment. That's the kind of a fellow you are!” “Wheel” He eyed her momen­ tarily and a smile spread over his thin dark face. “You are a spit­ fire! And, say, you’re darned good­ looking, too, for all you’re just a babe in arms,” He put an arm on her shoulder, but she shook it off. “Goodbye,” she said, and walked from his office, slamming the door behind her. “Where is Katherine?” Winnie asked the question of Jack, who sat now on the edge of the easy chair which he had occupied for days. “Gone out for the evening, I guess.” He glanced first out of the window at the darkness beyond and then back up at his wife He made a move as though to speak. Then, changing his mind, he toyed nerv­ ously with the leg of his lounging pajamas. “Restless, dear?” “No.” And then suddenly, “Yes, I am. I’m going to dress this even­ ing.” “But why this late in the day? It’s after 8 o’clock—soon time for you to go to bed.” “Eight o’clock already?” He jumped up quickly. “Tell you when I’m dressed, he explained. He stood up, walked over to Winnie and put both arms about her. “You're a brick,” he told her, and his voice trembled a little. “The swellest lit­ tle woman that ever lived.” “It’s nice of you to say so.” Somehow tonight she did not feel like caresses. She hadn’t felt like it for days. The weight in her heart the nameless weight—had grown heavier with the passing hours. She couldn’t explain it—she wouldn’t even acknowledge its presence—but it was there. When the pounding started on the door she started. Then she went to 41et ’in the caller. It was August Stall. “Jack here?” he asked, and in his voice there was fire. Then he spied the younger man. “Look here doc!” he ejaculated. “I’ve come over to make a demand of you—a demand that you’re going to satisfy too!” “What is it, Stall? Anything that I can do I’ll be glad—” “You can do this, all right! Or you can stop doing it, whichever it is. What I’m demanding is this: You’re to let my little girl, Kathy, go this minute. I don’t want her around you any longer!” “I don’t beleive I understand you, Stall,” Straight and tall, Jack stood before him and looked at him squarely. “You know well enough what /I mean!” Stall’s shaking, accusing finger missed Jack’s nose by inches. “And you, too, Mrs. Castler! Unless you’re blinder than anyone in town! You both know what I mean! And I wou’t have my little Kathy’s re­ putation ruined.” Raucously the telephone inter­ rupted his vocal fury. Jack left the room to answer it. Winnie and August Stall did not talk while he was gone. Instead they stood in silence, as though wrapt in that other conversation. “Yes,” they heard Jack say. “Yes I’m coming. Don’t worry.” Then he repeated it. “Don’t worry.” Hanging up the receiver, he strode, back into the room. “I’ll have to go on a ‘call at once,” he told Winnie. And to Stall, “I’m- sorry I can’t finish' hearing what you have to say. But I must go.” “You’re not able!” cried Winnie. “I’ll go with you.” “No,” he told her, “You must stay here, dearest. I’ll be all right. Back in an hour,” In less than fifteen minutes he was dressed, into his coat and hat, and gone, “Hmm,” commented Stall, when the door had closed behind him. “Medical call, I presume?” “Of course,” Winnie assured him, Passionately she wanted him to be­ lieve it, even though she doubted it herself, “Strange then,” .suggested Stall, “that he didn’t take his black bag along," “It’s in the car,” she lied, It wasn’t; it was in his office just where he had left it when he had been hurt. She hadn’t thought of that until now. “I’m sorry to come here this way,” apologized the wiry little lawyer, distress showing on his face. “But when I heard people talking I couldn’t stand it. If you can tolerate an affair* right under your nose, that’s one thing. But for my little girl—” “Please,” asked Winnie, “will you go now?” “Look here,” begged Stall ear­ nestly. “I didn’t aim to make you angry with me. I only come telling the truth. You should be glad to know it—you of all people. You shouldn’t get mad at me, Mrs, Cast­ ler.” “I’m not angry,” Winnie told him. “But you have told me what you came to tell me. Now if you will be so kind as to go—” She walked to the door and held it open for him. “You must understand,” she finished, “that I cannot tolerate having you here talking against my husband in his absence.” "But it’s only the truth,” reit­ erated Stall. “I don’t beleive it,” she said quietly, and closed the door behind him. Then she went in and lay down on the bed to weep. But no tears would come; so she got up again and commenced darning some socks for him. When Hope came in through the back door she found Winnie bend­ ing over the work basket, her needle flashing viciously in and out of a worn sock. “Winnie,” she said, “Larry is coming over to play cards with me.” “That will be nice.” “But I don’t want to play with him." “Why not?” “Just don’t. Will you help me get rid of him when he comes?” “Why, Hope, that’s a fine way to talk about your young man!” “I know it is; it’s horrid. But will you?” “Well, I’ll try. I’ll tell him you have, a headache and should go to bed early.” “Thanks a lot. Winnie?” “Yes, Hope?” “Am I homely?” “Certainly not. You’re a very attractive young lady. Or you could be.” An eager light swept over Hope’s face and she came up very close to the older girl. That’s what I want to know, Winnie. I could be good-looking could I?” “Oh, very good-looking. If you’d do a few of the things I’m always suggesting for you to do.” “Suggest them again, will you, Winnie? And then I’ll do them, every one.” Winnie lay down her darning and stared up at Hope. “Don’t tell me," she exclaimed, “that my tom­ boy has grown up at last?” “Oh—I don’t know. I’m 19, you know. What could I do to be pretty?” “Well, now, most girls of 19 take much more interest in their hair than you do. As a young lady you should brush that curly mop of yours and then fix all the curls into shining ringlets about your head. That would be very attractive.” “Fix my hair,” murmured Hope, as though to remember it. “Thanks. And what else?” “Let me think a moment. How about clothes? You haven't a lot of pretty dresses, because you refuse to wear them when I buy them. But attractive young ladies aren’t generally seen in slacks—except for tennis or such things.” “Okay., I’ll shed the slacks, then Winnie.” “That's another thing, sweet­ A To Those Convalescing After Severe Illness After many severe illnesses or serious operations the patient is Very often left in an extremely weak, nervous, tun-down condition. . To all those convalescents who need some kind of a tonic to stimulate and build up the Weakened system, wo Would recommend Milburn’s Health and Nerve Pills to assist them back to health—happiness again. w • These pills help supply elements necessary to assist the convalescent in bringing back bodily strength and vigour. Price 60c box, 65 pills, at all drug counters. Look for Our registered trade mark a “Red Heart” on the package. Tho T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. heart/’ Winnie grinned at her now with a tender amused smile. “What?” Hope was profoundly serious—-deeply wrapped in the subject. “Your grammar. You play base­ ball with the boys so much that you have picked up all their slang. If you’re really intent on being a lady—” “I am,” declared Hope, “and I'll cut out the slang, I mean, I’ll stop using it. Right now I believe I’ll run up and give my hair a good brushing.” “Anyone home?” It was Larry, puffing and with shining face, tow­ ering angularly in the doorway. “’Scuse me for bargin’ in, but no one seemed to hear my gentle pound. Sorry I’m late, Hope. Got detained." “Really,” commenced Winnie loyally, “Hope should go to bed early.” “Yep,” agreed Hope, don’t be­ lieve I want to play tonight.” She glanced meditatively down at her slacks. “I have some—some other things* I want to try out, anyway.” Larry gazed at her, his tall, lean figure propped against the door ledge. A crestfallen expression' set­ tled on him and he ran his hands deep into his pockets. “Well." He shrugged his shoul­ ders; trying to appear nonchalant. “If you don’t, you don't. Guess I might as well be breezin’ along, then.” “Maybe,” suggested Winnie to Hope, just because he looked so young and crestfallen and hand­ some. “you had better play a game or two with him, Hope. You sug gested it in the first place, I be­ lieve.” “Very well,” agreed Hope, her eyes dreamy, “but don’t expect me to beat you, Larry. I’m smarter than you, all right; but I have really important things to think about to-night.” “Really important?” repeated Larry, as though he understood well enough that he were not; and the crestfallen expression did not quite vanish from his face. They played on the dining room table, while Winnie sat near by and went on with her darning. Diligently she tried to keep her mind on their idle conversation; but try as she would, her thoughts would not stay there. They would not stay in the room, where the lights were bright and warm' and comforting. Instead, they were out somewhere — somewhere in the darkness, hunting for the man she loved. Jack. Had he really gone on a professional call? But surely he had! He had told her he was going on one. And he would not lie to her. Then her heart would cry out pain­ fully, “Oh, but he has lied to me! He has lied to me!” After that she would force her mind back on her darning, and re­ fuse positively to let her eyes wan­ der again to the dark window beside her. One gained nothing from staring out of a dark window —only a broken heart. “Mrs. Castler,” groaned Larry. “Oh, Mi’s. Castler, she’s just giving me all the games!” “My mind’s not on what I’m do­ ing,” Hope told him frankly. “But don’t you want to beat me?" “Oh, 1—I don’t care a whole lot.” “But, Hope,” he pleaded, “you always want to beat me at every­ thing. That’s why we have such great times together. That’S why we’re pals.” “Pals?” repeated Hope absently, gazing off into space. “Oh, yes we’re pals.” “.Well?” He was half defiant now and blushing a little. “Aren’t we?” “Well,” she countered, “we were.” “Aren’t we still?” “I’ll have to warn you,” she told him suddenly, “that I’m grown up. I realize that I’m too old for—oh, for baseball and fishing, and things like that.” Winnie and Larry both stared at her, but she seemed half abstracted —only half conscious of the sen­ sation she was creating. “No more baseball?” asked Larry. The game of cards was forgotten now. “No more baseball,” she repeated firmly. “I’m too old for that now. I’m 19.” “I’m 20,” he assured her, “and I still play. And I’ll keep right on playing, too.” ‘But you’re a man,” she informed him, “I’m a lady.” (TO BE CONTINUED) GRAND BEND Mrs. Harold Noonan and son, Ronald, who have been spendins the past two months at the home of her mother; Mrs. Harmon Gill, Lakeview* Hotel, returned to theiy home in Windsor, on Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Ed. Stewart, of London, have been holidaying at “Dun "Wurkin” cottage for the past two weeks. I Sgt. Harmon Gill, of St. Gather* I ines, spent the week-end with his> wife and family at Lakeview Hotel, i The public school re-opened on Tuesday after the summer holidays with a splendid attendance. Thousands of acres of celery, on­ ions, beets and garden land south of the Pinery is in need of moisture while some rain has fallen in thq past two weeks, it has not been nearly enough. The celery in the bog land is making slow growth and unless rainfall comes soon the fall crop will be almost a total fail­ ure, Many fields have already been destroyed by the dry weather and prospects are very poor for a good yield. Some growers have ploughed [ their celery land and turned undei’ the uneven rows and prepared the land for fall crops. Tourists Urged To Prevent Pires Special care in the prevention of fires on the part of those who are vacationing and preparing to close up for the season is urged by all concerned, Now more than ever it is the patriotic duty of each person to use extraordinary care in putting out their cigarette butts and lighted matches before they are thrown aw’ay and completely soaking all camp fire embers and the ground about the camp fire before leaving. Fires may occur at any season of the year. Camp fires should never be built near bogs nor any other wood, only on sand or gravel. It is not safe to throw lighted matches or tobacco out of automobile windows along the highways. Another reason for the use of extraordinary care this year* is the lack of manpower to put out the fires and the needless desruction of lumber which is used in re-con­ structing the docks. CROMARTY PICNICKIRKTON WX The August meeting of the Kirk­ ton Women's Institute was held at the home of Mrs. Andrew Stevens. The President opened the meeting with the Ode and Lord’s Prayer in unison. Mrs, Near read the Scrip­ ture followed by one verse of “Blest j be the Tie." It was decided to have the September meeting one w’eek earlier owing to the short course being held on the regulai* day, Mrs N. Watson and Mrs. C. Switzer to make all arrangements for thw short course, Roll call, naming a weed and how to destroy it, was answered by fourteen members, five visitors were present. Mrs. S C. Switzer, Convenor of Agricul­ ture and Canadian Industries took charge of the meeting, A splendid paper on the motto, “Too Much Rest is Rust”, was given by Mrs, F. Roger, Papers were also read by Mrs. M. Dobson, Mrs. Near and Mrs. S. Switzer. Lovely solos were sung by Mrs. Harold Tufts and Miss Ruth Harding. Current events were given by Mrs. Harding. The meet­ ing was brought to a close with the National Anthem and Mizpah Bene­ diction.- The annual Sunday School picnic was held at the Lions Park, Sea­ forth, with a good, attendance. At six o’clock supper was served. The paces were held immediately after. Results were as follows; children under six, Patsy Ramsay; girls, eight and under, Mary McCulloch and Joyce McLaren; boys, eight and under, Keith MacDonald, Doug­ las MacKellar; girls, 15 and under, Janette MacKellar and Blanche McLaren; boys, 15 and under, Ross MacDonald and Keith MacDonald; young ladies’ race, May McNaught­ on and Hazel Hamilton; young men’s race, Donald Scott and Robert Laing; married ladies’ race, Mrs. Sorsdahl; married men’s race, Jim Barbour; three-legged race, Wilma Hamilton and Hazel Ham­ ilton; shoe race, mixing, May Mc­ Naughton; ankle race, Bob Laing; pitching softball, Mrs. Sorsdahl; drinking water, relay, Betty Mac- Kellar's team; ball and plate relay, Betty MacKellar’s team. 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