The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1945-07-26, Page 74)
THE TIMES-APV<X?ATE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THURSDAY MOKWNG, JUW 26, 1945
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Tlie story thus far; Lesley Saun
ders goes to Glayalagos *to visit her
sister, Edith, whose husband is a
pilot with Brett Hawley’s commer
cial air line, The day she arrives
at the small airport colony, the
.body of one of the pilots, Red War
ing, is brought in from the scene
of his mysterious crack-up in the
mountains, She is amazed at the
seeming callousness of everyone, es
pecially Brett Hawley, who bluntly
tells her to conceal her feelings as
the rest are doing. Edith becomes
concerned over Lesley’s obvious
growing interest in Hawley and in
the new -pilot, Jimmy Stearne, and
tries to arrange to have her meet
the extermely wealthy Senor Miguel
del Santo.
CHAPTER III
Lesley sat by the window of the
radio room and watched a plane
slide into the white lights of the
field, Jimmie was bringing three
offcials back from the Batista oil
field where a fire was raging. The
four 'men ‘climbed out of the ship
and Jimmie came toward the tower,
powerful
in a ther-
it eagerly,
trembling
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Lesley was aware of it, Everything
was blended with an artist’s touch
so that the senses were all equally
pleased,
In a few momeuts, three more,
people were annpunced and brought
out to the patio, “* There was a
plump little Brazilian'from Rip, his
wife, who spoke no English, and
their 18-year-old son, Pietro, who
immediately devoted himself to
Edith, Later on in the evening, Les
ley begdh tp suspect that the boy
had received orders for while Edith:
was kept occupied, she and Del ’
The. young men of Whalen 'pre
sented n Minstrel Concert several
times this spring to raise money
for boxes tor the boys overseas,
who have gone from the Whalen
school.
May and
received
were 12
the npncert:
Eenneth Hodgson, Ivan Johnson,
Gordon Johnson, [Alton Wallis, Wil
liam French, Wjljiam Mprley, Ger
ald Hern, Wilfred Herbert, Grafton
Squire, Laverne Morley, and Marion
Morley; director, Margery Morley;
pianist, Florence Kirk.
*....—____*
The bo^es were sent in
several letters have been
in acknowlegment. There
members taking part m
Raymond Hodgson,
YYcio nupu p-HP aiiu. jl/cxSaji to sat together at the table apdf'^0 Mrs' Bayerne Morley,
afterward had a long uninterrupted 3, laican.
Halifax,
and
her,
and
into
Dear Margery:-—Just a few lines
to let you know I received the par
cel O.K. I want to thank you all
and all the .people who took part
in the Minstrel Show for their kind
ness, by sending such a nice box.
Everything was grand and right
now the tobacco and papers were
especially welcome as I’m dead
broke again and was about to bum
cigarettes. Am back in Halifax
again but expect to leave any day.
Where?—Nobody knows. Thanks
again, as ever; Bill Ogden.
* . *__*
in
she
the
The
a tired shape in the
lights. Lesley had coffee
mos bottle and he drank
holding the tin cup in
fingers.
Windy said, “You had a bad time
I see, Fire under control yet?”
Jimmie shook his head. His eyes
Were tired and his face and fair
hair were streaked with soot. Les
ley took his arm and led him away
from Windy’s questions, *
“You’d better get to bed,”
advised, as they walked down
dirt* road from the airport,
road led from the plateau in a
gentle slope all the way through
the city and down to the sea. Les
ley watched the occasional lights
in the town below and the faintly
lighted ships in the harbor rock
ing gently in the calm water. Jim
mie walked beside her, breathing
as though he were running. Sud
denly he said, “When one of -the
walls blew up, there was
of flame that reached out
And
that
like
and
I took off, the long flame seemed
to reach for me, ■ they were like
fingers, clutching. I thought once
we would fall into them. Sqme-
a tower
of sight,
the ones
like . . ...
people screamed.. . .
were burned screamed
. . .” He fumbled for words
his breath was a sob. “When
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A bachelor!”*
careful. Hav-
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thing was pulling me into the mid
dle of them!”
“Jimmie,” she said softly, “Don’t
talk about it anymore, It’s all over
now.. Don’t worry.” He watched
her earnestly when she ‘ spoke, and
she thought she had never noticed
/before what wide, childlike eyes
he had, or how tenderly his sensi
tive mouth moved. It was such an
unprotected, transparent face. But
’Lesley" saw strength and an inner
courage behind his fear,
“I’m pot a coward!” he suddenly
■blurted out,
“I "know you’re not, Jimmie. I
know,” she soothed.
“It’s Just that I don’t like fire.
I’m not „ , . not afraid of it. I just
don’t like it!”
She tried to talk of other things,
but he was sullen, ashamed of his
outburst. They stopped in front of
her house. Jimmie shared a house
across the street with Murray
Jerry Barker.
He didn't say anything to
but she felt he would kiss her,
she stood waiting. He took her
his arms, and. she felt the need 'he
had for affection, and his loneli
ness. In a surge of tenderness, she
put her arms around* his neck and
kissed him. When they stood apart,
both a little embarrassed, a light
chuckle floated to them from across
the road. They saw the orapge
glow of a cigarette with 'Murray’s
face
the
heel
ley;
had
the house, hating Murray.
The.next evening Edith returned
from town with the glow of an ex
citing bit of news in her eyes. Les
ley and Nick were sitting on the
porch eating an early supper. Nick
was flying some
•equipment down
well in an hour,
ning up the hill,
ately at 'her big straw hat. “Lesley,”
she cried, “I ‘have news! Do you
know what you’ve done? You’ve
succeeded in getting us an invita
tion to dinner from Senor ,del
Santo! I just happened to meet him
in town, and he finally asked the
three of us to dinner! It’s the first
time he’s ever asked any Amer
icans!” .
“Who’s Senor del Santo?” Lesley
asked naively.
Edith .didn’t think there was any
one who hadn’t heard of him. “He
owns that big beautiful plantation
in the hills. You can just see it
from the airport . .
bachelor, ’Lesley!”
“Oh, ho, Lesley!
Nick exclaimed, "Be
ing gotten me, your sister wants to
redeem herself by marrying you to
somebody worthwhile!”
Edith threw her hat at him. “You
be quiet! You won’t be there! May
be I’ll try and get him for myself!”
After they had seen Nick off,
•Edith and Lesley returned to the
house to try on dresses? Poor Edith’s
dresses were styled for year before
last when she had made a shopping
trip to Georgetown. Lesley lent her
a midnight blue het that was per
fect with her blue-black hair and
the skin she had always kept White.
Lesley’s own skin was tanned to a
golden brown and the honey-col
ored jersey gown she wore made
her look all one tawny tone.
When they stood in- the high-
ceiling- reception hall and greeted
their host, Lesley saw him -note with
appreciation the color scheme. His
eyes lingered on her bright crown
of hair,’ He had the Latin connois
seur’s eyes for golden hair.
They were both at
of excitement ■
Santo descended
greet them. He
very charming,
alive eyes, Lesley
ly soft smile and the general air
of luxury’arid well-being that hung
about him. He was perhaps 39 or
40 years old.
“I am So disappointed that your
Husband's business kept him from
•being with Us tonight,” he said as
he bowed over Edith’s hand. Then
he glanced at them both with a
sudden and magnetic Change in his
voice. “But now that I see
■beautiful ladies, -perhaps
am a little bit glad.”
The two girls laughed
SCioUsly, Del Santo conducted them
out to a rambling patio that he had
made into an open air living re
There Were luxurious carpets
the flagstones that ran around the
fountain, Pd66p comfortable chairs
and a
by a
’there
even
placed
ers arid the caressing air was heavy
with perfume. Down at the other
end of the patio, hidden behind
the fountain, were four musicians
playing such soft, insinuating hiuslc
that it was a tew moments before
a high pitch
Miguel del
staircase to
exciting and
when
I the
was
'After his warm,
noted, his smooth-
the two
now, I
self-con-
concert grand piano banked
hedge of scarlet hibiscus.
Were flowers everywhere,
the glass coffee-table was
over a .clump of spiky flow-
Lesley
Sydney, N.S,
Dear “Whalen Niggers”:—I was
certainly surprised last week to
walk into the post office and find
such a large parcel awaiting, and
still mare surprised when I opened
it and found what was in stere. > I
can't express just how much I ap
preciated that parcel but I think
to say the least, that it was very
generous for you to go to all that
work for us boys in the service. I
wish I had been able to
show as from the reports
was very good. However,
impossible and I hope by
you have another play I’ll be able
to be back in, your community to
hear it. On behalf of my room
mates with whom I shared the par
cel, we all want to join in with a
big thanks and the best of luck to
you all. Yours sincerely, Clare
Hazlewood.
*■
Heidelburg, Germany.,1
Dear Friends:—I received the
nice parcel yesterday. It surely Was
packed -full of grand things, just
like Christmas, cake and all. I’m
still in Germany. This is a .beauti
ful spot in the Alps, a summer re
sort town. There’s an old univer
sity here built in the 13th century.
There is a castle up on a mountain
side built in 1446. I was all through
it. In it are wine kegs 500 years old
—one holds 49,000 gallons. The
German language
I’m beginning to
of it. We’re not
to the Germans
the 7th army now and will be here
for a year or more with the army
of occupation. I drive a truck and
surely get around a lot. I have
been all over Germany, Holland,
Belgium and France. Most of the
'German cities are flat as a pan
cake. This town gave up without
hesitation as they didn’t want their
historic places torn apart. I’ve tak
en a lot of pictures of. the ruins. I
was to church this morning—even
sang in the choir,
old, built in 1524, but
condition. The church
arbishoplieim. They
roads over here—all
ways. Most of the bridges have been
blown out. We leave them in the
water and build hew ones on top.
Germany has a network- of canals,
all .deep enough for large freighters.
Wish I could see you all but it
looks like a year or so yet. Thank
ing you all again for the lovely
box. I remain as- ever, Howard
Morley.
is easy to learn,
speak quite a bit
allowed to speak
though. I am in
conversation.
Once when the man and woman
launched into a Portuguese con
versation with Del Santo, Lesley
slipped away, She wandered around
the fountain and saw another court
yard spread out before her. As1 she
walked on, she discovered that the
house looked very large from thej
outside because it was all .built
around a series of courtyards. Prob
ably half of the house space was
unroofed. She found a tropical jun
gle garden in one, beach equipment
and a small swimmng pool in an
other, And finally a very dark one*
where she ran into' a clothes line.
She was in the drying yard! She
laughed and backed into something
solid that moved. Turning she saw
Murray’s face staring at 'her
amazement. He looked as though
he had just dropped to the
a'ifter climbing the wall. She stopped
herself from screaming in "time and
gasped, “Murray! You frightened
me! Whatever are you doing here?”
He tried to smile but he looked
almost as frightened as she. “I’m
waiting for a streetcar,” 'he said,
grinning, and patted her on the
shoulder- as he hurried by.
went through a small wooden
without another word. As
started back she met Del Santo,
who had come looking for her. He
was unperturbed when she told
him of the incident.
“I think perhaps that you have
.surprised'him on a visit to my very
charming secretary.” He laughed.
“Estella is a very beautiful girl.
She is—what you would say—the
belle of Guayalagos!” He took her
arm and they started back. “This
evening has meant very much to
me, Miss Saunders. I wonder if I
dare ask you for another after
noon?”
“I've had a lovely time and I
know Edith has, too,” Lesley said
demurely.
“Then you will come riding with
me tomorrow afternoon? There
a beautiful trail up Cuyajara.
think you would like it.”
“I’m sure I would,”
smiled.
The next afternoon found her
dressed in a borrowed riding habit
and mounted on a coal-black mare
on her way up the rock trail of
Cuyajara. Del Santo rode beside
her, suavely tailored and forming a
magnificent picture on his long-
limbed stallion.
The night .before, after Del
•Santo’s big car had deposited them
at their door, Lesley and Edith had
sat up late, talking over every de
tail. Edith had been thrilled at
the pointed attentions Del Santo
had paid Lesley. “I don’t care what
Nick says; Senor Del Santo is from
one of the finest Spanish -families
and, after all, he is wealthy!” She
broke off, looking at Lesley wist
fully. “Oh, Lesley, you
him, don’t you?”
“Well, yes,” Lesley,
“He’s probably the most
man I ever met. But don’t
planning a wedding. You
know how he feels about it, and I
Certainly don’t want to carry any
one but ail American.”
“Lesley, you’re impossible!’,’
sister wailed.,
prefer some
American like
that Stearne boy to a man. of the
World like . .
“What’s good for nothing about
Jimmie?” Lesley demanded,* sud
denly sqrious. “You married aii
aviator just like him.”
“Not like him!” Edith said
emphatically. “Brett told Nick that
Jimmie Stearne is /io good, he
won’t trust him with any impor
tant flights . . . and besides he’s
such
fused
gan.
“You
lias. She’ll be
you.” She; smiled knowingly
Lesley, “You know," Lesley,
the Senor is going to do tenterrow?
He’s going to show you ail his lands
and power to impress you!”
* These Words cable back to Les
ley how, as they steed on a high
reck alid Del Santo shewed her the
plantation. “To the east, my lan a
stretches as far as I can see,” he
said in soft pride. “And it is bet
ter coffee laud even than Brazil.
Someday I Will show it all to you!”
(Continued Next Week)
Our church is
still in goo«u
is in Nech-
have giaud
super high-
do like
laughed,
charming
Start
don’t
K
her
“I suppose you’d
good for nothing
Brett Hawley or
CROMARTY
the time of writing Mr, Jos-
a quiet, dull boy!”
to argue
planning
•can wear
She re-
any more and be-
for the next day.
a riding habit Mary
glad to lend it to
at
wliat.
At
eph Spears is not so well, being
laid up with a sever attack of bron-
cial trouble, He is at present in the
hospital in Seaforth. We Wish him
a speedy recovery.
Mr. John Scott, formerly of To
ronto, is at present holidaying With
his sister, Mrs. Ken McICellar, of
the village.
Mrs. Boa, of Detroit, is at pres
ent visiting with the Walker fam
ily.
MY.
word
Sarah,
been in training for some time and
Will now be driver for the Red
Cross. She has been in Nova Scotia
for almost two years and wo wish
her success in her new undertak
ing*
Saturday night wag another wet
night. A heavy rain fell through
the night and f armerg are anxious
about tile hay, -finding it
save.
Frank Harbttrn received
lately that his daughter,
has gone overseas. ..She has
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