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CHAPTER IX
■She made a scene one night and
forced Tony to turn, down an invita
tion to a party, She got downright
hard-boiled and said he was going
to work that night or she would ’ know the reason why. Feeling like
a fool but determined to go through
With it, she planted herself beside
his typewriter and there she stayed.
It was a horrible experience for
both of them- Tony tried hard, he
even finished Scene One of, Act Two,
but when he read ft to her it was
all wrong.
Barbara did her best to fight her
nerves and her depression. Unfortun
ately, in spite of herself, she could
not ’ keep from resenting Tony’s at
titude, While she was making the
living and doing all the housework,
he was gadding about, having a
jolly time. She told herself that he
did not mean to sponge on her.
Nevertheless, it was her money
which was paying the bills, her
money which, was now providing
treats for Tony and his friends.
And finally she was provoked into
throwing it at him.
“Got five dollars, sugar?” Tony
asked one afternoon. “I told the
crowd to drop in after dinner. Wan
da thinks she’s got just the opening
to have cocktail^.”
line for Act Two.
, Barbara’s 'face
■“Yes, I have five
three days to pay day, and why
should I wine and dine your gang?
I mean—after all, I’m not running
a tavern.”
Tony scowled. “I forgot it was
your money. I sort of had the im
pression that what’s mine is yours
and vice versa. I didn’t know you
Were keeping books on it. But then
you have never liked my friends,
have you?"
Everything she had bottled up
inside her came to the surface with
a bang. “No,” she said .sharply, “If
And we’ll have
was like flint,
dollars, but it's
more
If I Hadn't
•o ■
SHIPKA
the week-end at her homeGrantor
a lit-
over,
other
blame you.
Martin, you
keep your
floated. I think maybe
a little. For yoUr sake
their
this
Mrs.
Paul
and
and
chil-
Reta
date
we
Barbara,
to tell ine that,
that kind. But it
way the. wind is it? - -----
Clifford Girard, of Peck.
and daughter, of
laid her wet cheek
“I’m satisfied the way
think I grew up
said Tony, “you pay the
you’ve reminded me a
Burtrum. She was
First Presbyterian
years, of the Wo-
the Church, and
Lodge of Cairo,
Michael Kelleher
of Tillsonburg,
here last week.
McPhee, Misses
to
MRS. HARRY PUGH SMITH
Mrs. J. Sims.
Mr. and Mrs.
CREDITON EAST
Pte. Charlie Sims, of Ipperwash,
and Mr. and Mrs. .Ralph Romphf
Thedford, spent
Sunday with their parents, Mr. and
own
York to see Gloria Havener’s new
show. He asked Barbara to go,
“I can’t get off, even if we could
afford it,” she said shortly. “Some
body in this family has to work.”
Tony’s lips curled. '‘Too bad you ' - He,s
you want my opinion, they are al
bunch of chiselers. They don’t',
amount to anything and never have
and I’m sick of putting up for
them.”
Tony turned quite white. “May
be that’s the way you feel about
me, too.”
“Maybe,” snapped Barbara.
Tony looked at her as if he had
never seen her before. “ ’Sfunny,
I nevei* realized you felt like that,”
he said and walked out.
Tony did not come in till long
after Barbara had gone to bed. She
wanted to fling herself into his
arms and tell him she did not mean
it, that she begrudged him nothing.
“I’m terribly sorry, Tony,” she
stammered as soon as he came info
the room. “I didn’t mean to be so
—so—”
“That’s all right,” . interrupted
Tony cheerfully. “I don’t 'blame you
for getting fed up, Barbara. I should'
■have got wise to myself (before tjiis.
It’s natural for you to want to con
trol the purse strings when you’rq>
making the money. Mother says
you have a perfect right to insist
on it.”
“You’ve been down to your moth
er’s?”
“Yep,” said Tony, “and you don’t
need to worry about my spending'
your money from here on, Barbara.
Mother let me have two hundred
dollars, 'Of course I’ll pay her hack
when the play goes over,” said To
ny.
Barbara was furious. “If it ever
does!”
“At least mother wasn’t afraid to
gamble on me,” he remarked.
The next morning she had scarce
ly anything to say. Tony seemed in
a good hutaor, but he did not offer
to kiss Barbara goodby when she
started off to work and at noon he
was not quite natural. Neither was
Barbara. They Were excessively po
lite to each other and very formal.
Thing's went on like that for two
weeks, “with neither of them giving
an inch. However having two hun
dred dollars, Tony felt rich. He
bought new tires for the car and he
gave two elaborate parties at a
roadhouse. He also bought Nessa
a new blouse fox’ her fall suit and
he took his .mother and Lily to New
Highland Cedar
FENCE POSTS
LARGE RUN
Sound, Straight and Peeled
AT LOWER PRICES
also Lumber and Shingles
A. J. CLATWORTHY
didnt marry Martin Fagg.
just your style.”
“At least Martin pays his
way,” she said.
Tony was white. “Money’s
important to you than anything else
ip the world, isn’t it?”
Barbara’s eyes stung, “Somebody
has to keep his feet on the ground.
We can’t all be would-be artists like
you.”“Well,” said Tony, “everyboay
warned you.”
“Too bad,” muttered Barbara,
“that our foresight isn’t as good as
our hindsight.”
She was wretched all that after
noon and night, thinking rof Tony in
New York with Gloria Havener. She
stood it just as long as she could
and then put on her coat and hat
and went downtown to the .picture
show. She kept seeing Gloria’s al
luring smile, hearing her luscious
voice murmuring caressing words
to Tony.
It was after eleven when she
came out and a light mist had be
gun to fall, freezing as fast as it
hit the pavements. Barbara strug
gled down the street in the wind.
She felt cold and bedraggled be
fore .she reached the corner where
she had to wait for the streetcar
and apparently the service was held
up by slippery tracks. She waited
and waited but no car came.
Then she saw that the lights were
on in Martin Fagg’s shop across
the street. It was long past clos
ing time, but she could see him
Working on the show window. She
bit her lip, hesitated, then walked
over and tapped at the door. “Bar
bara!” 'cried Martin, staring at her
in astonishment. “What on earth?”
“I came down to the picture show
» and something seems to have hap-
‘ pened to the streetcar service. At
least one hasn’t been along and I’ve
been waiting hours.”
“You must be frozen! Come In
side and warm, up while I .get the
car out and I’ll take you home.”
Martin kept his car in the alley.
He came in after her and brought
an umbrella and a laprobe to keep
her from getting wet. He tucked
her into the seat and wrapped the
lapfobe about her knees -and feet.
Barbara felt she had no right to
be accepting Martin’s kindness just
because she was out of humour with
her husband.
Suddenly she did not feel out of
humor with Tony. What if they had
been a little on each other’s nerves
lately^ she asked herself impatient
ly. In her heart she 'knew Tony
loved her and she loved. him.
She was startled by an' exclama
tion from Martin. “Oh, heck!” he
cried. “A flat tire! I’ll' send you
home in a taxi, Barbara. There’s
no use in your hanging around m
this Weather.”
“The idea!” exclaimed Barbara.
“I’ll wait of course. I only wish I
could help.”
It was midnight when he got back
in the car and he was cold and
Wet. You’d better stop and get
yourself a cup of hot Coffee to
warm you up,” Barbara advised.
Martin glanced at her. “You need
Some hot coffee youfself. Your
lips are blue.”
Barbai’a did not want to, but she
thought, she should offer. “Come
up when we get to the flat and I’ll
fix us each a cup,” she said.
She was yawning when they
climbed the stairs. She hoped there
was cream enough for two cups of
coffee. She was not expecting Tonj
home until the next morning, so
she had not ordered a fresh 'bottle
that day. “Come in, Martin,” she
said as she unlocked the door.
“Thanks,” he said and stood
aside for her to precede him.
Barbara stopped short. “Tony!"’
?he cried in a weak voice.
Tony glanced ironically from her
to hei’ companion. “In person,” he
said. “Howya, Martin?” He alone
appeared undisconcerted.
“I didn’t expect you till tomor
row,” stammered Barbara, tnen
choked, realizing she was making
it worse.
Tony gave her another sardonic
grin. “Gloria had another
and Mums had a headache, so
left after the second act.”
“Oh!” said Barbara lamely,
went to the picture show and
streetcars were slowed up by
ice and—-and Martin offered
bring me home and we had a
time and he got wet and I asked
him up for a cup of coffee.”
Martin had
exit. Tony had
you’ll have to
time, Martin,”
“Er, yes,”
ny really. There was nothing wrong
with Martin bringing me home,
whatever you may think. After all,
if you neglect your wife for other
people, what can you expect?"
Tony’s face sobered, “I
there isn’t
you and
Youo don’t
Neither of
does show
blowing,
barged into your life, you’d have
married Martin and lived happily
ever afterward. If you weren't
married to me, you’d still marry
Martin, sooner or later.”
“Don’t be so absurd!”
“He's thrifty and
•and all the things I’m not. I just
wasn’t cut out for a family man,”
said Tony, “Can you imagine me
wheeling a baby’s go-cart?”
Barbara flung him an agonized
glance, Did he suspect that she
was going to have a baby? “I get
on your nerves. You don't like any
of the things I like," Tony went on.
“My friends give you a sour taste,
I can’t go into ecstacies ovei’ ac
cumulating money in the hank. I
■guess the only thing is to call it a
•day before we hurt each other
worse than we have.”
Barbara 'could not get hei’ breath,
planning to walk out on
asked, hei’ voice trem-
?’’
know
anything wrong ^between
Martin Fagg,
have
you is
what
doesn’t
We Deliver
Phone 12
Death of Mrs, Willert
Funeral services were held on
Monday afternoon, May 28th, at the
Presbyterian Church in Cairo for
Mrs. Theo, Willert who died at her
'home at West Gilford Rd.„ on Fri
day at 3.45 a.m., after three and a
half years illness of a rare blood
disease, Her maiden name was
Hattie Greanya and she was born
at Unionville, 'September 24tli, 1881,
th® youngest daughter of Louis ana
Louisa Greanya, She came to Cairo
in 1902 and bn August 19th, 1903,
was united in marriage to Theo,
Willert, formerly of Dashwood. To
the union were born three children,
Theron Olin, who died in infancy,
and Burdeen and ” ‘
a member of the
Church for many
men’s Society of
of the Rebecca
Mourning het loss are her husband,
a daughter, Mrs. Lawrence Stovel,
:of Bay City, a son, Burtrum Willert,
•of Cairo, three grandchildren,
conservative’ Helen and Darlene Stovel, of Bay
i City, Charles Willert, of Cairo;
three sisters, Mrs. Frank Marshall,
of Port Austin, Mrs. Anna Leyrer,
of Saginaw, Mrs. |A. A. Walsh, oi
St. Petersburg, Florida, and a
brother, Sidney Greanya, of Cairo,
The Rev. Elmer I- Braden officiated
at the funeragand burial was made
in Cairo Cemetery. Those from a
distance who attended the funeral
were Mr. and Mrs. Frank Marshall,
of Port Austin, Mrs, Anna Leyrer,
of Saginaw, Mrs. Herman Zimmers,
‘Mrs. Jos, Bruce, of Windsor, Ont,,
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Triebner, Mr.
and Mrs. Wellington Haist, Bernice
Haist and Fred Haist, of Exeter,
Ont., Mr. and Mrs, Murray Holtz
man, of Ortonville, Mrs. Maggie
Willert, Mr, and Mrs, James Oliver,
of Flint, Mr. and Mrs. Ira Rice, Mr.
and Mrs. Carl Wiese, Angus Stan
ton, Mr. and Mrs. Eugene McGee,
Mr. and Mrs. Melville Stanton, Mrs. A1. E. Stovel, of Detroit, Mr. and
Mrs Walter Willert, of Glennie, Mrs.
Clare Ryan, Mrs. Phillip LaBrosse,
Bay 'City, Mrs, Fred Greanya, Roy
Mr;- and Mrs. Arthur
■of Standish, Mrs. Mary
Donald and Maxine Grean-
Henry Christ, of Saginaw,
Mrs. Charles Yax, of Bay
“Are you
me?” she
bling.
“Well,”
rent, as
time or two, so I suppose it's my
move.” Tony had turned toward
the door. He glanced back over his
shoulder. “I’ll drop around tomor
row while you’re at the office and
collect my belongings,” he^said, “if
you don’t mind giving them house
room meanwhile. So long, kid,”
said Tony softly, “and all of the
best.” Downstairs she heard the
street door slam.
After a long while Barbara crept
into the other room and pulled off
her clothes. Her hands were shak
ing. She felt a little dazed. She
finally managed to get to bed.
What had happened? she asked
self. Where had they gone wrong?
She tried to take stock, tried to be
scrupulously fair. If only I could
have another chance! thought Bar
bara. ,-And then 'she heard Tony’s
step in the outside hall. Barbara’s
heart almost stopped as he unlocked
the door and walked slowly into
the bedroom. He turned on the
small table lamp. Their eyes met.
Tony’s face was haggard. There
was an expression' about his mouth
which she had never- seen before.
‘ “Hello, Tony,” faltered Barbara.
“Is it true, Barbara?” he asked.
“Are you going to have a baby?''
■She could not get her breath.
“Yes, Tony."
He flinched. “Hank said so.
That’s where I’ve been, over at
Hank’s room. He told me he’d bet
anything you were going to have a
child.”
“I thought that was one reason
you left, Tony, • because you didn’t
want a baby, because you’d hate
being tied down with one.”
“Well,” said Tony with a twisted
grin, “I’ve made an awful mess of
everything. You might • as well
know the truth, Barbara. Law isn’t
interested any nfore, if he ev6i*
Was. I guess Gloria Was just stringing me aldhg.”
“Oh, Tony!”
Tdny’s lips quivered slightly.
“You don’t like me the Way you
used to.”
“I do! I do!’
“Not that t blame you,” said
Tony With a dark flush. “I realize
What a fobl I must seeih to you,
Barbara. Giving up a good job be
cause I thought I’d set the world
afire as a playwright and then
fizzling out like a wet firecracker.”“Pikney Law isn’t tlie only the
atrical producer in New York,” pro
tested Barbara.
“But I did try, Barbara. That’s
why I never thought anything about
spending your money. I was so
Sure I could give you the earth
when I finished the play.”
Barbara was weeping again. “I
was a rotten sport, Tony, to make
you think I begrudged the money.
I have been a rotten Sport about
everything, your friends and your
mother and sisters; everything. I
have been jealous and possessive
and—ahd—
“You’ve been making the living
when you ought to have 'been stay
ing at home taking care of your
self,” said Tony in a savage voice.
“If you decided nevei* to speak to
me- again, I couldn’t
If you were married to
wouldn’t have 'had to
I job so you could eat.”
“But I wouldn’t betrouble making his i
to help him. “Well,
drop in again some
he murmured,
stammered Martin
and finally edged himself out the
door.
Tony began to laugh and Bar
bara stared at him with exaspera
tion. “I’m glad it strikes you as
funny,” she cried, “but it isn’t fun-
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married to
Martin Fagg for ahything!” cried
Barbara, „ clinging to Tony. “I
wouldn’t be married to anyone ex
cept you, because I love you. I love
you so!”
“Enough to give me another
chance?”
“If you’ll give me one.”
Tony’s arms tightened about her.
“I Wanted to walk West tonight un
til my hat
I grew up
I hope so.”
Barbara
against his. you are. I ____ I ___ .......
tie too, Tony. 'Anyway I’m done
with trying to make you
How could we have hurt each
so?” she mourned. “I love you bet
ter than anything oh earth, Tony,
and it seems to me now no sacrifice
it too great for me to make for
your happiness. Yet I was cross
and nasty, blit I’m going to be dif
ferent too, Tony. I’ll be generous
and tolerant and—and big and-—”
Tony laughed. “Just love me.
kid. That’s enough.”
(To Be Continued)
CANADIANS!
Greanya,
Greanya,
Greanya,
ya, Mrs.
Mr. and
City, Mr. and Mrs. Nolan Greenleaf,
Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Greenleaf,
James Yax, of Reese, Mr. and
Charles Barden, of Otisville, and “ ’ - - -
The public school are having
annual picnic Thursday of
week at Grand Bend.
Mrs. Emerson Bauden and
dren from Windsor, Miss
Ratz, R.N., from Ottawa, are vis
iting with their parents, Mr. and
Mrs. J. Ratz;
Mr. Harold Finkbeiner and bride
returned home from t'heir Wedding
trip, »
Miss Mildred Lamport, from
Stratford, visited ovei- the week
end with hei’ Barents, Mr. and Mrs.
Ed. Lamport.
Mr. Ernest Keyes attended the
Shorthorn sale. Thursday afternoon
of Mr. Clifford Keyes, Varna.
Mr. and Mrs. E. E. Wuerth, from
Zurich, were Sunday guest’s at the
home of Mrs, L. Finkbeiner.
Mr. John Humble, from Sarnia,
is visiting with friends.
Mr. Jack Pickering returned
home from St. Joseph Hospital
last week.
Miss Erma .Finkbeiner .from
Sarnia, is Visiting with relatives.
Sam Sims
Doris and Betty and Pte. Alvin
Mrs. Sims spent Sunday at Grand.
Bend.
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Lewis spent
Friday at Grand Bend.
Mrs. Leonard Wein spent the
week-end in London visiting her
husband.
Mr. and Mrs. Alec .Hamilton and
son, of Grand Bend, spent Sunday
with Mr. and Mrs. H. 'Lewis.
Mrs. Sam Baynham has returned
from Exeter after a few days visit
there.
MOUNT CARMEL
Week-end visitors with Mr. and
Mrs. Jno, Morrissey were Mr. and
Mrs. Larry Abbot and family, of
Detroit, and Mrs. Annie Mulligan,
of London.
Mr. and Mrs.
and son, Jack,
called on friends
Mrs. Martha
Geraldine Harness and Marie Hearn
of Stratford, visited relatives here
op Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Dennis Bedard and
family visited Gus Morrissey’s on
Sunday.
Geo. Coughlin is confined to the
house with a sore leg, the reslilt of
an accident while playing ball.
Mrs. Corrie O’Brien, of 'Centralia
spent
here.
HARPLEY
Miss Donna Hayter, of London,
spent the week-end at her home
here.
Miss Lillian McLinchey, Of Lon
don, visited on Saturday evening at
Mr. Newton Haytef’s.
Mrs. Colin Love and Mrs. Ed.
Gill attended the WX Convention
at Hensall on Wednesday,
Mr. ahd Mrs. Robi. Murray Visit
ed on Sunday with Mr, Andrew
Murray at Thedford,
Miss Helen Wulper, of S.S. No.
10, attended the Teacher’s conven
tion at Hensall during the past
week
"Let us, as Canadians, resolve to put aside sectionalism and class
hatred; let us renounce the politics of expedience and the fruitless game
of playing off one group against another; let us require of the Govern
ment that it harmonize all the various elements of the community and
fashion them into a vigorous, co-operative society for the betterment of all.
We believe that the one essential
of all national, progress is national
unity. A United Canada is the firm
foundation on which all the far-
reaching Progressive Conservative
plans for post-war reconstruction are
enduringly based. We are deter
mined to achieve that unity.
THE AGE OF PLENTY IS AT
OUR DOOR—if we will but unite and
^co-operate to make it a reality for
every one Of dur fellow citizens.
• BUT...
IS:
CANADA HAS BEEN SPLIT
APART
In time of war, Canadians “reaped
the whirlwind” brought about by the
King Government’s manpower poli
cies—policies that for 25 years have ■
been fostering division and disunity.
Those policies now challenge every
fair-minded Canadian. That challenge
—now that V-E Day has come and
gone—is the first to be faced if Can
adians are to assure the unity and
prosperity of this nation.
TO-DAY, THE QUESTION
Shall political expediency be per
petuated ?
Shall the “biggest hoax ever
petrated oh a nation” be permitted, in
time of peace, to embroil Canada in
new inequities, new partisan Squab
bles, new divisions and disunities?
OR — do YOU agree with John
Bracken who bluntly states that “to
give political considerations priority
over the nation’s interest is intoler
able and unforgiveable” ?
CANADA FACES THE ISSUE
To-day, Canada’s heritage of
national disunity'is too evident, too
real, to be ignored. The grave crisis
per-
i
of war, .which proverbially unites a
nation, has been used as a political
instrument to accentuate and inflame
differences found in every human
family ... fostering disunity, in this
our country, to serve party purposes.
The political self-seeking of the King
Government’s “Divide and Rule”
policy has exacted a’toll in sacrifice
and suffering to be shared by gen
erations to come.
UNITE—CO-OPERATE—PROSPER
Long ago, John Bracken expressed
the great objective of the Progressive
Conservatives. In his own words, we
are setting out “to regain the unity
that has been lost”. Unity—Co
operation-—these are the foundations
of our new, progressive conception of
National Prosperity in which all
Canadians shall shafe.
WE STAND FOR—
National Unity ... NOT Piecemeal
Politics seeking Political Advan
tage through National Disunity.
Co-operation. . NOT Class Hatred,
Dictatorship and Bureaucratic
- Tyrafihy.
WE BELIEVE—
Sectionalism must come to an end,
subject to the recognized rights of
minorities.
Everyone, regardless of racial, ori
gin, must be regarded as a Can
adian, sharing equally the rights
and obligations of Canadian cit
izenship.
WE DEMAND—
In War, equality of service and
sacrifice.
In Peace, equality of opportunity
for all.
One standard of citizenship.
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WIN WiTK BRACKEN
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