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Home My WebLink AboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1944-11-02, Page 9T HENSALL returned harvesting the and even un- that en- Stewart, and TRY A WANT AB—THEY PAY! for YOUR OWN and CANADA'S FUTURE YEARS of PEACE week-end Mrs. Wm. greater acre farm without much about is surely from now could handle them on his to worry sq Misses Goodwin program interests produc- the war. fighting sight! At last of boxes, factory and cigarettes, wishes to contri- inay do so, when pleasantly of lady MRS. ALEXANDER SPROAT INTERRED AT HENSALL TH1 TIMES-ADVOCATE, O® ONTARIO, THURSDAY MQBNINO, NOVEMBER 1944 reference to the Christmas forwarded last week to the and district boys overseas, Hensall War Service COm- for a social evening to November, program com- Forrest, G. Luker; games D. Dougall, M. Mc- mother, Mrs. sist.er, Miss ...... ................. ',L... MONEY TO LOAN ipij Fil’S.t Mortgages No>v is the TIME to stop puyiiig I'ent and to buy a fawn. 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Rog- a van- we can of good which I call memory of kind is so one that. cov- slen-my to the a sanctu- tlie little too old said Ma- lightning maximum could ac- the baron, limou- station It was Roger moun- ; was ■and I -I must High- only score to 1 unlocked you recall, time I came ■with some of excellent He “that for I’m eas- only the shiny by long white sipping Gossec’s attentively. and girl came to stand behind forget, softly, things make for the good yes, of course^ heaven, High- and my yes—that one.” Roger, the great moon face, saw eyes go blank. “You were 0 And so, in the warm, languorous evening they drove up the moun 'tain, and Roger told her of Maison- iieuve, of the golden, history of the great -city whose countless lights glittered in the dusk. “You will I happy, Meridel—here among us. It is a friendly land, a friendly people. It is not an easy country, no place for the lotus eaters but, if you love it, you will find it is kind to you.’ “That I have found already, Rog- , It has been more than kind U* a. I have found here more o' comfort and luxury than I ever ha in Gratzen." She smiled, her tee. glimmered whitely. “There we we. poor,. though we lived in a 'castl we often ate bread pudding fro gold plate and the royal car was one of the earliest models made in France." A mercy madame didn't see it, mused Roger; she’d have wanted it for herself. He grinned, recalling the face of the new chaffeur as he steered along St. Catharine Street amid the applause of the multitude. “Uucle Rudi must be a very wealthy man,” said Meridel. “Eh? Oh—why, . “ You’ll never need to worry about money any more. It is a pity you ever had to.” “I’m not so sure. I thought that, when I came to Canada, I should find some work to do, get a job for myself and be useful in the world.” “I—*' Roger’s lips were dry. "I’d like—” 'But they were at the top of the Mount now and the barouche had stopped and the obsequious coach man was waiting to help made moiselle alight. For a long while they stood looking down in silence at the city, at the blue distance, the star-spangled sky over the Adirondacks. “It is so lovely," she said, ’so lovely, so serene. Nothing will ever come to shatter the peace of those skies?” “Not in our time, my dear. None ot' us have yet learned to thank God ,sufficiently for that. I am so glad—so glad you are here, Medi- del, safe and cared for and happy. You are happy now, aren't you?" “Happier than I ever dared hope in those days—” “I—I should like to make happier still. If I may hope—” CHAPTER IV Sh’fe smiled at him, looked up at e broad shoulders that bulked above her, at his face, dark and lean-jawed and so wise for one so young. Strange, swift world. They had met only last night and now he spoke of her of love. She could see it in his earnest eyes, read it in the rough tones of his voice. But her heart was not yet receptive to love and she wondered if it would ever be again—and then she thought of the night in Gratzen, so much like this, when she and that other youth, So young and gay and glad of heart, had climbed the mountain rpad to the castle. But it was not in her to hurt him or discourage him. After all, he had ridden long with death and he would ride again. She had her hand on his arm and felt a tremor there and his strong fingers ered hers, small and cool and “You make my heart glad, . But you do! What you would say is always sweet to hear, but I —it is too soon for me. It seems of small importance—our own loves and hates, when hatred has become a tide of the sea and love ished army.’’ “It is one of the things cling to—so it seems to me. Cling to. hungrily. But it is perhaps too sobn, Meridel. After a little while —if there is left even a little while—” “Do not think that way. There will be years and years. Your life time and mine.” “And so many to talk to you ve—so many others.’’ “There could be only whom I’d listen. I know feel that my heart can be by only one key.” “I hope I have it. I have never before met anyone like you, any girl Who made me feel as you have done. And the princess part has little to do with it.” “I am glad of that. You would have found me the same if I'd beeft a scullery maid?” “Yes, the same.” She thought of ’Michel, who had been Sad because she had changed from a peasant girl to a princess. As if it mattered, as if that should discourage him and drive him away on his lonely road! But it had been different then, even. though the old castle was already tottering on its rocky buttresses and the winds of change were rustling around Its keep.They drove down the mountain and somehow he was not unhappy, though he had been.unable to say the things that were clamoring to he uttered. They wandered about the city, into places where Roger had never been before. Doors and windows were open; the night was sultry, the ah’ charged with the threat of thunder. From a little basement restaurant the music of a violin and a piano came liltingly up to them and' Meridei’s fingers closed hard on his wrist as she stopped, chin lifted, eyes bright, like one lost in a dark wood who hears the winding of a golden horn. “It is a song of Gratzen!” she said. “It is a song of my people’ Come—come quickly, please!” Roger, sharing her eagerness, fol lowed her down the steps into the little taproom.4 It seemed to be three-quarters filled by the huge man in a white apron who came forward to meet them, a wide smile on his ruddy face. He stopped suddenly and his little shoe-button eyes all but popped from their cush ions of fat, “Gracious lady! High ness! It is you I see here—here!’’ And, by some miracle, he bowed low until they saw bald plate locks. The boy fiddle and him and bend low in an Old-World curtsy. “My friends!” Meridei’s voice was gentle, her eyes shone. She stretched out her hands to then: and they kissed the white fingers revertnly. “Jules Goujon—Jules of the Coq d’or. and little Emil and little Magda.” She looked fondly on the old man and his grandchil dren. Their mother was dead, their father would be fighting if life was in him yet. “It is so good—so good to find you here, my friends, rnv own people,’’ “It is like seeing ness. You will sit, yes, please, this gallant airman—here in inn.” Roger, too, received a royal come. The little blonde Magda, the palq dark Emil played softly at Meridei’s pleading. Jules brought them his best Chambertin and hov ered around them, muttering in his native tongue, speaking in English when Meridel addressed him. “Good—it is good, this Canada,” he said. “Here we can hope to build our ' happiness once again. You, Princess, are well here?” “Well, indeed, Jules—and Pol Martin and little Rosine. We livt. at a grand chateau, Philibert, which belongs to Uncle Rudi, who is a very great man here and very_rich You will remember the Baron my friend?” “Well, I remember him, ness,” said Jules, thinking briefly of the long, unsettled chalked behind the bar of his inn in that far-off land. “He was a gay young man, the baron. I am happy that the world has used him well. Tell him he is always wel come at my inn, the’ Coq d’or in times.” “Old times—do good friend, the your tavern—one fair day- tall, red-headed one* and we had dinner together—roast goose it was—” “Yes, watching the little very gay, Highness. You have not seen that red-beaded one since?” Neither before nor since, Jules, I’ll always remember that to the not think, Roger, it would be a great thing for him to shelter the children from abroad—-the home less ones of many lands?’’ “You know,” said Roger, is a great idea. There’s room a hundred at Philibert, and sure you and Tante Mimi could ily handle them all.” “Then I shall speak of it the ment we return, Now, Jules—I voir—and you, Magda, and but I’ll always remember night. He walked up the hill castle with me afterward.’’ “Sometimes it is Highness,’’ said the “One has to forget now. You will let you, perhaps, dishes of home- “Ah, you are kind, Well to old man so many me some of>> Jules. But not now, thank you. We have al ready dined. We shall hear one more tune and then we must go.” “And you will come again, please? It is yours, my little place —all I have. It has been so Won derful to See your face again. It us—” Jules’ when Jules. lias been like—like home to Meridel laid her hand on shoulder, “It is always home we of our race are together, Be sure 'I shall come again and often; and I shall bring the little ones with me, to see you and Mag da and Emil. It is so good to have the little ones here. I hope to per suade Unde Rudi to bring many of them to his grand chateau. Do you Mother Not to Blame for the Children’s Colds Despite all the mother' Cail do the kiddies will tun Out of doors not properly Wrapped up; have oil too much clothing; get overheated and cool off too sud denly; get their feet wet; kick off the bed clothes, and do a dozen things the mother cannot help. J-Ialf the battle in ttoating children's colds is to give them something they willlikej something they Will take without any fuss, and this the mother will find ih Dr. Wood’s Norway Pine Syrup, a remedy used by Canadian mothers, for the past 48 years. ' / Price 35c a bottle; the large family size, about 3 times as much, 60c, at all drug counters. , ........ Tho T. Mhbtlirii Limited. Toronto, Otil* mo- •au re- ■and you, Magda, and you, Emil.” She gaves Jules her hand and kissed the little ones. And she and Roger were out in the busy street, out of the old lost^world into the new. But all the way back to the hotel she was very quiet, think ing, he knew, of home, of things loved and lost, of vanished friends and little cherished dreams—and of the red-headed one— On the trip back to St, Didier, Meridel confided to madame her hopes of having Uncle Rudi throw open the doors of Philibert to some of the little refugees. “Do you not think, Madame Lau rin, that where there is such abun dance it should be shared with those who have nothing—no home, no friends, no resources, no hope even? Ah, what would I and thesb little children have done were it not for his kindness! I could work, yes—I want so much to work, but since there is no need for that I should like to give my time, my best efforts to helping those others who have been made outcasts by the storm and who have here no place as a shelter from it. You Will help me, please, to persuade Uncle Rudi?” “Indeed 1 will, child,” dame, already making calculations as to the number of children she commodate. “I’ll tallt to I promise you, and I think you’ll have no trouble with him. He 'is the most generous of men.” Meridel and «s>Madame Fabrc- Lusignan, Rudolph and Gabriel Fol- let sat in metal chairs, salmon pink and white, on the terrace in front of Chateau Philibert that af ternoon, while Rudolph, coached by 1 madame. outlined to the lawyer the grand plan they had evolved to make of the great estate ary, a friendly shelter for friendless ones. Gabriel Follet, the lamented M. cognac, listened looked like Mephisto’s twin brother. “You have the kindest, most generous heart in the world.” He spoke to madame, though his black eyes were intent on Rudolph. “This is one of the noblest gestures that has been made, one which all Can ada, all America, will appreciate and applaud.” “It will cost a great deal.” Ru dolph looked timidly at madame. “In these times—” “Pouf!” Gabriel Follet grinned into his brandy glas§. “What is money in a time like this? Only a lot of silly green paper and dirty metal. Now, if you will permit, I shall go back to the city and set the wheels in motion.” He bent over Meridei’s hands, over madaine’s; he bowed low to the baron and walked briskly over the lawn to his long black sine. As he left a battered wagon entered the grounds, driven by Flight Lieutenant Fabre and contained a huge tain of a man With a walrus mus tache and a little boy and girl. “Why, it is M. Roger!” said Meridel, “and Jules Goujon and his little grandchildren, Emil and Mag da! These are the people from Gratzen, Madame Laurin. Oh, wel come them. Uncle Rudi—welcome them!” “Yes, yes,” said Madame, “wel come them.” And Rudi, whom old Goujon had last seen as a slim, black-haired young fellow, buoyant and eager for such fun as life could offer, stepped forward and held out his hand to the landlord of the Coq d’or. “Highness.” Jules bowed. “This day is a proud one for me, for my grandchildren. You are all so —so kind. Lieutenant Fabre godd.” “Yes,” said madame, “and to himself.” Roger looked injured. “It Such a grand day, he said, “I have not much more time- be back tonight—I wanted so much to see you, Tante Mimi, and to hear how the plans for the children are progressing, I met M. Follet going down the drive. He always reminds me so much of the devil that I look to see if his exhaust is not spitting out flames. All goes well, Monsieur le Baron?” “All goes Well, monsieur.” “I am so glad.” Roger at Meridel, “It makes you little princess?” “I shall have much to do. like it.” “I could show you about the park,” suggested Roger, “if the baton will permit, The guest houses, the chalets*-—all can readily be put to use fob your guests.” They walked away, the tall young man In blue, the slender girl in pink pullover and gray skirt Whose hair was like a casque of sunlight whorled arid braided. (Tb Be Continued) Mr. Wm. Cook, of London, visited recently with his mother, Mrs. Dev lin. Miss Margaret Grieve, of Blyth, spent the week-end with friends in Hensall. Mr. A. L. iCase spent a few days last week with his aunt, Mrs. A. Lummie in Detroit. Mrs, .Minnie Sangster home from a pleasant visit with relatives in Windsor, Mrs. Carter, of London, spent the week-end with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. G, Bell, Mr. and Mrs, John M. Glenn, Margaret and Bruce visited recent ly with relatives at Brussels, Mrs. R, J. Patterson and Mrs, Ann Berry returned home after spending a week with relatives in Toronto. Miss Margaret Bell, of the C.W. A.C., London, spent the with her parents, Mr. and Bell. Mrs. Wilfred Wefdo entertained a number friends at afternoon tea at the Kozy Korner on Saturday. Miss Olive Walker, R.N., left for Albany Hospital, New York, after a pleasant holiday with her par ents, Mr. and Mrs, Geo. Walker. Mr, and Mrs, Stewart McQueen, are spending a week with their daughter and son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Dan Rigby and Donna in Blen heim. Mrs, Ted Taman and daughter Toni, of Listowel, visited over the week-end with her Chas. McDonell and Dorothy McDonell. Mr, and Mrs. Ed. Mr. and Mrs. Wilmer Stewart, of London, accompanied by Miss Eliza beth Slavin, visited on Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Thos Slavin. With parcels Hensall by the mittee apd the Institute, the total number was 48 (46 men’s and 2 ladies’), not 47 as we previously reported. The contributions which were received from the public, en abled the Institute to pay for the Christmas cake, razor blades, gum, canned goods and other contents. The War Service Committee besides attending to the shipping charges, also paid the cost cotton, tobaccos Anyone who still bute to this fund convenient. Donations may be left with Dr. A. R. Campbell, President War Service, or with Gladys Luker, President Institute. The Wohelo Class of the United Church met on Friday, October 20, with Miss Gladys Luker presiding. A hymn was sung followed by the ^Lord’s Prayer and the devotional exercises taken by Mrs. P. Me Naughton. The scripture lesson was taken by Edison Forrest, followed by the minutes, roll call, collection and a hymn. The topic on “Post Way Reconstrfiction” was taken by Dorothy Dougall. The following committees were appointed to out line plans be held in mittee: E. committee, Naughton, E. McQueen, Maude Hed den, Audrey Munn; social commit tee, E. Saundercock, M. Shepherd, E. Kipfer. A hymn was sung fol lowed by the Mizpah Benediction and a social hour spent. Elva McQueen and Mary were responsible for the and other arrangements. smiled happy, I shall “Wliat can I grow in a garden thirty feet square?” asks' a corres pondent. Very, very tired. The Light ^of Faith ........... Guest Pageant of’ Life .........Thomas A Prophet at Home Reed Burma Surgeon ............ Seagraves And Beat Him Where He Sneezes ............McMUrray Preview of History ....... Swing God Will Help You ........... Gilkey Good-Night Sweet Prince ,. Fowler The Unrelenting Struggle: Churchill Juvenile: Providence of the Parsonage: Hueston Across the Cotton patch .... Cradle Cowboy Tommy ......... Eline’s America ......De Insects and Their Ways .... Treasure Cave Trail .... Animals of Yesterday ........ The Tale of the Bullfrog .. The Great Story .... from the Bible The Little Black Hen Edra of the Islands ,. The Shoemaker’s Son Walking on Gold ...... Zickle’s Puppy Dog ... They Loved to Laugh Happy Ginger Three Round The Tale of Peter Rabbit Potter Easter Chimes ................. Harper Susanna, The Pioneer Cow: Mason Happy Days ........,.............. Buswell Captain Bermade ............ Pease The Jumbo Sambo ........ Bannerman Tousey Angeli Parker Merrill Parker , Kane .... Diehl Medary , Burnett Crawford ... Turpin ... Worth Jack ....................... Burgess Lee, War Nurse .... Deening Little Indians .... Uprichard About ..... O’Donell Candidate’s Wife: “Oh, dear: I’m dreadfully tired!” Candidate: “You ought not to be; you haven’t had to make four speeches.’’ Can didate's Wife: “No, but I've had to listen to them.” CHATHAM, Nov. 1—During the period in which the South Western •Ontario farmer has been hard -press ed for labor, besieged with demands to produce more butter, more pork/ more oil-bearing foods—more of most everything he can grow—it is tp his great credit that he has not entirely by-passed sugar beets in favor of other crops of lower labor requirements, For the sugar beef is a crop of high labor demands—-no one can dispute that. Experiments are near ly perfected and plans are complete for mechanization of the sugar beet crop—after war priorities end— but up to now much labor has been needed to grow sugar beets suc cessfully. This labor was not avail able—the much-needed workers had gone to war—or into war indus tries. So—more power to the farm er who carried on, growing sugar beets in the face of difficulties— real difficulties they were, too. True, the price of beets has ris en from, a basis of $6,8'5 per ton (for the average beet of 16%) in 1939 to $11.00 in 1944. But so, also have the prices risen of the three great competing crops grown in the sugar beet country of South ■ Western Ontario. These crops are corn, soya beans and white beans and, of these—the mightiest is corn’ And while the net returns per acre of any of these crops has not been as high as the net return from sugar beets of average yield, every --- --------------------------------4$.— farmer ages of having labor Now the turn .is in the field labor problem is easing off! More farm labor is available in 1944 to harvest the 15,000-acre sugar beet crop than was on hand to barely suffice for ' I . much smaller crop of 1943—only 9,200 acres. Sugar is rationed der rationing their is only enough to go round. The scarcity will be with us until the conquered and occupied sugar-produciug countries get into full swing production again, This will take years, so On tario-grown beet sugar going to have its innings on. Suppose, for example, ough beets are grown to keep all Canada’s beet sugar refineries going full blast for 1945—we will still have to import 75% of our sugar requirements—even under current rationing restrictions. So there will be no surplus sugar crop in Canada to glut the markets and knock the price down, We are all assured of that. So full steam ahead for a fiill acreage of sugar beets in 1945! This is published in the of greater wartime sugar tion in Ontario to help win Sugar is needed on our fronts. Funeral services for Mrs. Alex ander Sproat, who died at her home in Toronto, were held recently from the home of her nephew, Earl Sproat, of Kippen, conducted by Rev. A. M. Grant, minister of St. Andrew’s United Church, Kippen. Burial was in Hensall Union ceme- tery. The pallbearers were Dr. W. IC. Sproat, Stratford, Robert Mac Kay, Walkerton, Gordon McKellar, Toronto, William Smith, Seaforth, Earl Sproat, Kippen, Edgar Kaiser, Toronto. Mrs. Sproat was the for mer Christina MacKay, of Tucker smith. New Books at Hensall Library H.C.L.A. Books in circulation at Hensall Public Library for three months: Fiction1: Ellen Spring ............ Marion The Golden Skylark .......... Goudge Mr. Pan ................................... Hohn The Blue Castle ..... Montgomery Without Orders ..... Albrana Early Summer ................... iC'orbett The Moving Finger ........... Christie The Case of the Absent-Minded Professor ............... Stein The Sea Wolf ............ London Wall of Eyes ............... Millar The Rock and the Wind: Bretherton My Love Must Wait .............. Hill She Came to the Valley Dawson The Strangers Gate .... Oppenheim The Crimson Thread ........ Lanferty There is To-day ............... Lawrence Triple Threat .......... Christie The McNeils Chase a Goat .... DuBois Tristram Bent ...... Safford No Brighter Dawn ............ England The Yukon Trail Raine The V. Plan ..................... Selon Land-Slide ......... Shute Whippoorwill House ............ Hauen Eleven Came Back .............. Seeley The Scarlet Circle .............. Stagge Reprisal .................... Vance Fantasia ...... Deeping Especially Babe ................. Annett Pardon and Peace ............ Vaughan Dr. Jeckell and Mr, Hyde: Stevenson The House Without a Key: Biggers The Darkest Hour ............. Adair The Bradshaws of Hamess’: Lincoln White Shore of Olitida ............ Leoe Murders Vanity ....... Foother White Ensigns ............... Dorling Under Running Daughter .. Mamers Pageant ............. Lancaster Non-Fiction: Home Carpentry ... Hamilton God is my 'Co-Pilot ............ Scott The Mountains Wait Brock A Doctor’s Holiday tn Iran: Morton Japan Rides the Yiger Price Yhey Were Expendable ........ White The Ports of British Columbia: Rotherty I-Ibw to Develop a Good Metnory; Nutt . Walker Churchill Priestly City Editor .................. A Roving Commission Gut of the People 3’Gt.-