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THE TJMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNIN0, MAY W, mt
Jilts. HAIiKY PUGH SMITH
Chapter 6
When she came down that after
noon, Tony was waiting for her in
the car, "Hurry up, kid, We’re go
ing down to Mother’s for the night.
Hlie thinks we've been neglecting
Jher.”
Barbara stared at him, “But you
were going to work on the play to
night!” &
“Sure, only we can’t let Mum
get her feelings hurt. I’ll start to
morrow, cross my heart. You be
lieve me, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Yes, pf course, she stam
mered. It seemed dreadful, but
somehow she was slowly and pain
fully relinquishing her faith in To
ny’s facile promises. He meant
them when he made them, but he
forgot as easily as he promised. ■
“Cat got your tongue, sugar?”
asked Tony when they had driven
fifteen minutes in silence.
“No,” said Barbara, sounding
cool and distant apd aloof in spite
of herself, sounding, although she
hated it, a little superior.
It was not Barbara’s fault that in
the six vjeeks during which she
and Tony 'had been married they
had seen very little of his family.
It was because Tony got side
tracked about that as he was likely
to do about everthing. But Bar
bara was blamed, as she discovered
as soon as she arrived at his moth
er’s.
Mrs. Blake was very sweet. Nev
ertheless, she managed to look
'pathetic apd abused and meek and
long-suffering, and it was perfectly
apparent to Barbara that his wom
enfolks were prepared to believe i
that she was trying to wean him
away from them.
Tony,' in his extravagant efforts
to make amends for his neglect, ex
erted all his* charm upon his moth-
er and sisters-. He raved about the
special dishes they prepared for
him, he insisted he hadn’t sat down
to such a swell dinner. since the
last time he was there.
“That’s not flattering to dear
Barbara,” murmured * Mrs.' Blake.
“It seems queer to me how you
modern wives live, rushing off to
an office every morning and rush-
> ing back at night to open a tin
can.”
Barbara’s lips tightened. ”It isn’t
quite that bad,” she said.
“Naturally,” pursued her moth
er-in-law, “after you’ve been used
to your own money it is 'hard to
give it up. Modern women are clev-.
erer than my generation, putting
all our eggs in one basket as we
did. I dare say it is a good thing
that the self-sacrificing wife has
gone out, only it seemes odd to an
•old-fashioned women like me.”
“Yes,” Barbara said, “I insisted
on keeping my ‘job when I married
Tony. I shall go on keeping it un-
• til we are out of debt. You should
know, even bettei’ than I, that To
ny has no idea of the value of a
dollar.” She was sorry the moment
the words were out.
“Dear Barbara,” murmured Mrs.
Blake, isn’t really hard-boiled, she
is practical.”
Being a man. Tony was utterly
unable to see that his mother’s re
marks were not really flattering to
his wife. It seemed to liim that his
womenfolks went out of their way
to be nice to Barbara, and that she
refused to meet them even halfway.
“You must not stay away so long
next time, my dear,” said Mrs.'
Blake when Tony and Barbara
were leaving. “I can’t tell you
what a pleasure it has been having
you.”
“Yes,
Nessa
der you __ ____ ______
thing you please. I wouldn’t mind
being henpecked by' you myself.”
“You see,” Tony told Barbara on
the way home, “you were all
•wrong. The folks think you are the
stuff.”
“That’s what you think,” mut
tered Barbara. “They resent me,
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they have right from the first.'*
“Baloney,” protested Tony. “You
have said yourself yon are jealous.
Only I don’t think you should he
like that with Mums and the girls”
-She was a little late going to
lunch, When she came into the res
taurant, the rest were leaving.
“Hello, Barbara,” murmured Mar
tin Fagg. “Mind if I sit down at
your table for a minute? I want to
tell you something/’
“I can’t • think of anything you
and I have to tell each other, Mar
tin,” Barbara said coldly.
He flushed. “That’s what I want
to say, Barbara,” he explained
humbly. “I know you have a per
fect right to be disgusted with me,
but you can’t be as disgusted as I
am with myself. I don’t know what
got into me at the party that day.
If you could forgive me, Barbara,
it would be such a help,” said Mar-
tin. “It’s bad enough to
you to—to another man,
your respect is worse.”
“Forget it, Martin,”
kindly, “and so will I.”
His face lit up. “Thank you,”
he said, and added in an earnest
voice: “I could get by if I thought
you were still my friend, Barbara,”
“There is no reason why we
shouldn’t be friends,” said Barbara
a little impatiently.
“I’d like to think if you
needed -help, you’d come to
he said humbly.
Her lips curled slightly. “I
expect to have to send out
S.O.'S/s, Martin, but if I should I’ll
bear you in mind,” she said, and
rose to her feet,
I Martin walked back to the office
.with her. “I banked a thousand
dollars in my savings account last
year,” he said proudly. “I’ll double
it this year."
“That’s nice,” she said with no
enthusiasm. “I wish you all of the
best, Martin. Here’s where I turn
in. I’ll be seeing you.”
She did not really mean to see
have lost
but losing
she said
ever
me,”
don’t
any
indeed,” murmured Lily,
kissed Barbara. “No won
can make Brother do any-
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FENCE POSTS
LARGE RUN
him again. She was merely using | clenched,
a slang expression, but Corine Lu
cas was just behind her and heard
it. They walked upstairs together.
1 “I thought you were off with the
old love, Barbara,” she remarked.
.Barbara shrugged her
“Being married doesn’t
from being civil to old
ances,” she said curtly.
Tony was late getting home.
“Greetings!” he exclaimed, and
putting his arm about her waltzed
her across the kitchen. “Boy, Skee-.
zicks, have we got steak and every
thing?”
Apparently he had completely
forgotten their disagreement. Illog-
ically enough she was provoked to
find him in no need of being won
over. “Yes, we have steak,” she
said in none too gracious a tone.
“And avocados,” chortled Tony.
“Is it a birthday or something?
When you loosen up, you go the
whole way, don’t you?”
Barbara flushed. “I don’t believe
I’ve exactly starved you since we
have been married, or have I?”
she inquired.
Tony sniggered. “Don’t be like
that, sugar. I’m all a-twitter. Can’t
you see?” He did look flushed and
exultant..
“What’s happened.?’’- asked Bar
bara, still feeling let down.
“Gloria’s back!” exclaimed To
ny. 'Isn’t that a break? I had lunch
with her today.”
Barbara stiffened. , “I thought
you had to go over to Laketon on
a story.”
Tony’s eyes danced. “I threw the
office a curve.” He lodked exactly
like a small boy who knows he has
been naughty but expects to be pet
ted for it. “Yoti haven’t asked me
about my big news,” he exclaimed.
“Gloria told Pinkney Law about
my play and he' has promised to
read * it. .No wonder I forgot the
job.” He drew a long breath. “If
Law agrees to produce the play.
I’m made, kid. There isn’t a better
man in the business.”
“I know,” admitted
“But he can’t produce it
write it.”
Tony grinned ruefully,
exactly what
talked to me
She said if I
something I’d
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“That’s
Gloria said. She
like a Dutch uncle,
hoped to amount to
■better act my age.
she’s right.” All
during dinner he went on and on
about what a swell person Gloria
was to take such an interest in his
career. ' 1
Barbara would not let him help
with the dishes as usual. She was
astounded to find Tony shooting
paper wads at the wastebasket
which was full of crumpled-up
sheets of paper. He grinned at her,
scratched his ear, put another page
in the machine, and began to type
fast and furiously. “How’s it go
ing?” asked Barbara.
“It isn’t,” admitted Tony rueful
ly. “I can’t seem to get off to a
start/’ He spoiled five more sheets.
He pounded the typewriter, He fin
ished a second page and a third
and a fourth. He was no longer
floundering around. He appeared to
know exactly where he was going.
Barbara fairly held her breath, At
eleven Tony ripped page ten off the
machine and held it up triumphant
ly, “Thus endeth Scene One!” he
cried.
“Honestly,
ous! ”
*‘Maybe it
to hear it?”
ger but very
“Love to!”
She curled up on the couch while
lie read. This was exactly what she
had ‘dreamed of—Tony doing his
play at last and depending on her
for encouragement and inspiration.
And the first scene was good. /She
was sure she was right about that.
It had life just as Tony had, and it
sparkled, too, like him.
“Of course it needs a lot of pol
ish,” he said when he finished giv
ing her a self-conscious smile “Nat
urally this is just a rough draft.”
“It’s good, Tony,” said Barbara.
“It’s awfully good.”
He squeezed her hand. His eyes
were a little misty. “Guess I’ll
phone Gloria,” he said. “I don’t
believe she thought I’d ever get a
word down on paper.”
He picked up the telephone.
“Thank goodness you gave me the
Works at lunch today, Gloria,” he
said. “Otherwise I never would
have got down to work on the
darned thing.”
Barbara did not know what Glo
ria said next, but Tony laughed-
“Sure I’ll remember who gave me
my start after I get to be a rich
and famous playwright,” he said.
“You’re darned tooting I will.
You’ve been a peach, Gloria. How’s
for having lunch together again
some time?” Barbara’s hands
"I. Tony nodded into the
receiver. “That’s settled then,” he
said. “’Bye, Gloria, and thanks a
million/’
He was beaming when he came
back to Barbara. “I’m going to
have lunch with Gloria next Wed
nesday. I should have the first act
done by then. At least the rough
draft. Gloria’s dying to_read it.”
“I suppose so,”
thin voice.
Tony glanced
“You don’t mind
with Gloria, do _
discuss the play and all.’
Barbara shrugged her shoulders.
“Don’t be silly,” she said sharply.
“You can lunch with Gloria Have
ner everyday if you like.”
He came over and put his arms
about her, “Don’t be like that,
Skeezicks. I told you I’d a thousand
times rather lunch with you.”
Barbara averted her cheek.
not mad. I’ll try not to
about it, Tony.”
Tony did not have the
of his play finished when
Gloria Havener to lunch
day. He had made substantial pro
gress, on it, and, to everyone’s sur
prise, he worked every, night the
ensuing week, letting nothing inter
fere. H;e completed Act One the
following Friday. “Work is fun
aftei* you get your teeth into it,”
he said to Barbara naively. “It’s
been swell hitting the ball.”
“You haven’t been bored?” fal
tered Barbara. It was she who saw
to it every night that he went
straight from the dinner table to
the typewriter. She did not want
him to hate her because she was
trying to jog him out of his lacka
daisical ways.
“Bored!” exclaimed Tony. “It’s
been grand, kid! Of course,” he
added, “a feller couldn’t keep this
up indefinitely/’
“Of course not,” agreed -Barbara
quiGkly. “That’s why we must get
shine money ahead—working capi
tal, *-you know. It’s too hard on
you to run your legs off all day for
the newspaper and then grind away
half the night at your play. Especi
ally in this heat.”
August had come ip with brazen
skies and soaring thermometers.
Barbara had neyer’found a sum
mer more trying. She came home
from the office every night feeling
completely limp and there was still
dinner to get and the dishes to
wash.
Tony had sent his mother a large
check on the first ’of that month.
Since he and Barbara were not
running around their combined sal
aries went* a long way. Barbara
had it all figured out that by Octo
ber they would be completely out of
debt. Then they had only to save
what they made and they would
have enough to finance them until
Tony’s play began to bring in mon
ey. “After that it ‘will be plain
sailing,” she explained.
When he finished the first act of
the play, he' asked Gloria to come
to dinner,
her/’ he
this stage will be worth every
thing/’
( To be continued)
Tony? How marvel-
isn't any good. Want
he asked, looking ea
sily about it,
exclaimed Barbara.
Funeral, of
Splemu Requiem Mass was of
fered by Rev, W. P McGee, C,S,B.»
on Wednesday, May 9th at 'St, Fat”
rick’s Church, Lucan, where fuw
al services were held for bls
mother, Mrs. Mary Anne McGee,
widow of the late Patrick McGee.
Rev. T. A MacDonald, G.S.B., St
Michael’s College, Toronto, assisted
as deacon a»d Rev. J, F. Murphy
C.S.B-, Assumption College Wind
sor, as sub-deacon. The funeral
sermon was preached by Rev, W, J.
Duggan, C.S.B., Principal of Aquin
as Institute, (Rochester, N.Y. Assist
ing in the sanctuary were Rev. D.
L. GiUon, C.SeB., St. Basil’s Semin
ary, Toronto? Rev. Father Fogarty,
P.P., Mt. Carmel; Rev. A. J Scalisi
acting pastor, Biddulph; Capt. the
Rev, R. M Haller, P.P., St. Jo
seph’s Church, Kitchener. Mrs. Mc
Gee, the daughter of Philip and
Bridget Kehoe, •
borne Township ninety years ago, |
For the past five years, following
the death of her husband at Lucan
she resided with her son, Philip, in
Kitchener.* The great number of
spiritual and floral offerings give
testimony to the high esteem in
which she was held in the com
munity. The surviving members of
her family are three sons, Rev. W,
P McGee, O.S.B., Rochester, N’.Y.,
Philip, in Kitchener and Patrick, in
London, and two grandsons, Jo
seph and Francis,
The funeral was largely attended
by her many friends and relatives.
Burial took place in St. Patrick’s
cemetery where final prayers were
recited by Father MlcGee and Fath
er MacDonald. The pall bearers
were Messrs. David Pyne, James
Pyne, Joseph Whelihan, Thomas
Lamphier, Jerry Whelihan
John Whelihan.
BRINSLEY
Mother's. Gay was observed in
Brinsley United Church on Sunday
last with MJa. Thos. Lee in charge
of the service as Mother. Children
of the following were baptized by
the pastor, Rev, A. S. Trueblood,
Mr., and- Mrs. Joe Amos,. Mr. and
Mrs. Arthur Hutchinson, Mr. and
Mrs. Ken Shoidice, after which the
pastor gave an inspiring address on
Mother, also a Peace ceremony was
included in the service with the
church decorated for'the occasion.
Mr. and Mrs. John Kennedy and
Viol, of St. Marys, spent Sunday
with Mr. and Mrs. Wes Watson.
Sgt. Cooper, of S.F.T.S, of Cent
ralia, spent a few days last week
with Mrs, Beatrice Dixon,
Mr, and Mrs, Andy Craven, of
Toronto, called on a number of
friends in Brinsley over the week
end-
Mrs. John Lewis, who underwent
was ^born* *in Us- an operation at St, Joseph’s Hospit-
. ■ al, London, is doing as well as can
be expected,
Mrs. Arthur Hodgson and baby,
of London, spent the week-end with
Mr. and Mrs. Eldon Hodgson,
Mr, add Mrs, Haskett, of Den-
field, spent Sunday with Mr, and
Mrs. Cecil Ellwood,
Miss Orpha * Watson, of Forest,
visited with her parents over the
week-end.
Miss Jean Webb, of London,
spent the week-end at the home of
her uncle, Mr, J. L, Amos,
Pte. Carl Trevethick and Pte,
Roy Lewis, of Ipperwash Training
’Camp, spent the week-end with
their parents here.
Mr. and Mrs. Roy Watson and
children, of” Parkhill, spent Sunday
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said Barbara in a
at her quickly,
my having lunch
you? So we can »»
“I’m
be silly
first act
he took
Wednes-
“I want to read it to
said. “Her opinion at
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