HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1946-03-14, Page 9THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, MARCH 14th, 1946
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The story thus far; To avoid be
ing shot, -Rippy Whitmore, accom
panied by his pal, Runt Smith,
leaves town in a boxcar, Rippy’s
gang, the north aiders, want to get
him because they erroneously be
lieve that he onurdered their leader, Tiger .Dellaway, because of an un
requited love for his daughter,
Madge. When Rippy and Runt leave
the boxcar at Bolton the third oc
cupant of the car, a small, attrac
tive woman, follows them much,
against ‘Rippy's wishes. Rippy ac
cidentally lands a job in Billing’s
meat and grocery store. When Bil
lings asks who the woman is, she
announces that she is Rippy’s wife.
op to Billings* French.
.CHAPTER VIII
“My wife!” J drop the soft white
mitt she has poked into mine like
it is fire. “My wife! You—you—”
“Call her Midget,” suggests^Runt,
placidlike. “Around the corner, she
was saying—Midget was saying—”
“Ach, my!” , chortles Billings.
“The names! I forgot already the
names!”
“My name?” I want to know,
still pouring frozen ice on this dizzy
dame called Midget.
“Ya, der name,” Billings insists.
“My name,” I come iback, still
sizzling, “is Whitmore. My pals call
me Rippy.”
“Rippy,” murmurs the girl, pok
ing that white hand of hers through
my arm.
“Stop it!” I shout at her, start
ing to give her a shove; because
even normal dames il cannot bear,
but goofey dames drive me nuts.
Just as H am all set to inquire who
the devil she thinks I am, saying
she is my wife. Billings get under
way again.
"And now,’* he takes in Runt.
“'Mr. iSchmidt, you would be de
livery boy?" t
“I’m Irish,” Runt regrets vocally.
“But mebbe .Rippy here can make
out French.” He eyes me, -hope
ful.
“It’s like
is getting
too,
“Does
too?” J
settled,
puzzed <
rate safe
firm embrace. Then he turns (back
tp me and I guess he has caught
qn that ‘T am handling alj the brains
In ’the family,
“In the morning,” he announces.
He eyes Runt one more. "For trial,
maybe, >anyways,” he counters.
“We’ll «be right on deck,” I as
sure him, plowing into Runt's hide
sp hard with my hooks that he is
too busy to protest.
“Come on!” Tying one fist into
Runt and the other onto Midget,
I explode out through the door.
Around
sight of
nience.
“Look
Before I
up the ground with you, what is
the big idea of telling that bird you
are my—my wife! What is the bi^
idea of trailing us into that store
when I leave you parked around
this corner? What, is the big idea in 1 you ever- getting born, anyways,
When there are already too many
dames messing up things?”
“Which question,” she murmurs,
"shall I start on?”
I choke out, “If you was not a
dame I would tie you in knots this
minute. But if you was not a dame,
maybe I would not want to.”
And when I am forced to take
another squint at her, she is swaying on her feet. “I think,*” she fin
ishes, “I am going to starve to
death.”
“Oh, Lord!” I groan, and clap a
mitt on her arm to steady her. The
sudden ashamed emotion which hits'
quick-like is a mystery to me,
maybe it comes on because I
going to wish on Runt an hon-
jofo.
he start in the morning,
ask, polite, like., it is all
Billings gives Runt the
one-over, as that second
Hbreaker squirms under njy
the' corner I rip, out of
Billings, and then I com-
here, you pop-eyed dame!
wring your neck and wipe
me
but
am
est
“We’rfe eating right now!” I an
nounce, stepping down* firm oh the
feeling inside me, and not glancing- - - th1??’ ;T starfc outf au; too m_ucn at this' Midget,
choring my right toe close in be- <<7r1-no »
hind Runt’s heel, because never for |
a sec do I forget how Runt feels |
about honest work. “Mr. Billings
has just hired me. I am his new
meat -and grocery clerk, • Experi
enced meat and grocery clerk.”
“You mean work?” questions
Runt, forgetting his stomach as the
thought-vaccination takes.
“Right,” I snap ‘back. “And now
Mr. Billings says he needs a deliv
ery boy, also. And that makes you,”
anj, my tone is hard like nails, “a
delivery boy.”
“Me a package guy?” .Runt eyes
me. “It ain’t,” he guesses timidly,
“some kind of work?”
“Work,” comes in Billings, screw
ing down on the first word®that
seems up his alley. “The work is
yours, Mr. Schmidt.”
“Thank you just-the same,” men
tions Runt kindly, starting for the
exit. And from the final expres
sion on his face I guess maybe he
forehead’1111 BOoth®g’
ohe°k9'sprains.
ftandyfor JLmatic P0in9’
•°rene5ethft b°tti0 today’'
“Fine,” brightens up Runt, and
starts beaming at my pockets like
he thinks they are loaded up, with
Billings' groceries.
“I ain’t no hiest guy!” I pop at
him, propelling Midget easylike on
to the pavement. “We are buying
our groceries.”
Forty paces on up
come to-a joint with
gle hanging out.
. “What will you
them when we have . ____ __
selves in a booth, Midget and Runt
on one side and me soloing on the
other.
“Anything,” says Midget.
“The same,” orders Runt. “Dou
ble.”
“Three steaks,.” I tell the flunky,
“smothered in mushrooms. With
vegetables on the side. And java.-
And maybe some ham and eggs.”
Then I eye Midget, stern,
you got no
maud.
“Yes,” she comes back, and there
is a faint smile on her red lips.
“(Leave out my ham and eggs.”
“Steak ain’t enough for you,” I
retort, and she 'has got to be filled
up, because even a skirt I do not
want dead on my hands.. Not, 'posi
tively, that this skirt is no different
from no other skirt.
“The next thing-* in order,” my
pigeon-hole brain tracks on, when
we are all three busy winding our
selves around the steaks, “is where
do we stay?”
“Some classy hotel,” guesses
Runt, because guesses conie cheap.
“A delivery boy in a 'hotel,” is any
witty comeback, “would be like
overalls at a soup-to-nuts dinner.”
“I don’t like nuts,” mentions
Runt, like he hopes it maybe has
some bearing.
“Moreover/ _ _
efforts completely, “maybe
don’t pay you more than a
week. So it ain’t gonna be
make
house;
“And houses can’t be lifted/'’
grets Runt, because his mindt
just won’t trek in straight
lines. -
small towns '.houses rent
” ventures Midget.
is an idea,” I am forced to
“And maybe you better have
the cement we
the soup shin-
have?” I ask
deposited our-
“Ain’t
suggestions?” I de-
I ignore his speech
Billings
grand a
wise to
onno down payment
neither.”
UM
CHUM
Parkhill Boy, 15
Fatally Wounded
P ARKHILL—IB en j amin (Benny)
Herman Shelley, 15, son of Mr. and
Mrs, Herman Shelley, of Parkhill,
was instantly killed early Saturday
afternoon while hunting small game
in the woods with two schoolmates,
David Johnson and Billy Doane,
both under 16 years of age, .
The youngster was fatally shot
in the chest by a .32 Jong bullet
which was deflected by the ribs
and iptered the heart.
Early in the afternoon the John
son bdy borrowed the rifle from
a neighbor and the three young
sters went out into the bush on lot 8, concession 18, of West Williams
Township. Ten-year-old Billy Doane
was holding the rifle when it,ac
cidentally fired.
Immediately aftei* the accident
occurred, about 2.3Q, Johnson and
Doane ran to the near-by Milt
Hayes’ farm and phoned 'Coroner
•Dr. F. F, Boyes. 'Provincial 'Con
stable John Fulton, 'Strathroy, in
vestigated.
The dead iboy, a pupil of iPark-. ut>iwu ~hill Public ‘School, is survived iby mej- fOr ^'peir monthly meeting at
his parents, four Sisters, Jean, Iso- - - - - " - - ' - -
~ ’ one i
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Exeter District Co-Op Store
We have on hand a good supply of Heavy (QsilvMiaiM
Chick Feeders arid Fountains
also Chick StarterBray Chick Hatchery
Eric Carscadden, Manager
Exeter Hatchery
Phone 246
pf a contented look on her little
round map anti—but what; the heck
do I pare about
“We’U rent a
to Runt,
“Good,” says
her chocolate-pie consumption,
am a grand cook. And an econom
ical cook, too.”
“You are a good cook!” I ex
plode. giving her the glagsy eye.
“You are a good cook—so what?”
“Why—why—-just that I can cook
for you—and—oh,” she ignores the
pie, "you are going to let me stay
with you, aren’t yon?”
"You?” I splutter.
“It“would foe all right, really,”
she insists, them , darn round black
oyes flooding out distress signals,
"and I could be so much help. I
would keep the house all nice and
clean and copk such good meals,
and keep your clothes all mended—•
and Mr, Billings thinks you have
a wife, anyway,” 'She pauses for
wind, and now it is my shot.
"Sure, that is what Billings
thinks. And why! Because you
dished him out a putrid line. That’s
why! And that’s just one more
reason you are splitting company
with IRunt and me as soon as chow
is over.” My indignation shoves
out another snort. “Married! Me!
To you!”
“Oh, please, Mr, Rippy!” Midget
stretches her undersized white mitts
across the tablespread and staples
onto my lapel. “There's no place in
the world that I can go. Donald,
my brother, is in an institution. I
never want to see the pool’ crippled
darling again unless—-unless some
where in this world I can find the
money to—to save his life.” One
mitt unstaples long
the bum’s rush to a
I’m tired of always being cold and
hungry.”
>“My coat,” suggests Runt, about
ready to shed again.
“Oh, no, thank you," Midget
comes back quick. “Not now. The
orbits center back on 'Stonewall
Jackson himself, but I do. not flinch.
“Lots of people hire -maids," she
begs away, “and all I’d want would
just be my board ana room. And,"
the orbits slide down to the choco
late pie, “I won’t bother you any.”
"The heck you won’t!” I chon
out.
"Oh, then I can stay with you!”
And before I have time or warning
to marshal my retreat that two-by-
four dame has elevated herself
right up over the tablespread,
clamped her two arms around my
windpipe and smacked me fondly
on the kisser.
"The heck you „ won’t!.” Runt
quotes my last words, 'hopeful, and
gets al-1 set in case it works.
“You old darling!'" laughs Midget
and repeats the clinch.
“Just three little pals!" comes my
caustic .comment, and I wonder why
the devil a dame like Midget would
want to ikiss a iguy like Runt.
“Oh,” murmurs Midget, sinking
down into her .corner with her
glimmers buttered to the floor
boards, “I—I shouldn’t have done
that.” The glimmers come up for
air and she bends forward. “I prom
ise,” she states firmly, “that it will
never happen again.”
“In that case," mentions Runt,
who things tact is something like
a thumbnail, “we might as well
get to looking for a shanty."
At a drug store I make inquiry
about abodes for let, and the soda
jerk wises me tip on a'guy to go
and see.
■“The -man,” he says, “has a wife
who is dead. And so he is going
to close up the place, leave the fur
niture an’ all and move to the city.
Unless," the kid adds, “he can rent
the dump furnished.”'
It don’t, listen bad, so I get the
guy’s name and location, thank'the
soda-jerk and rejoin the two half
pints outside.
In fifteen minutes of ankle
spreading we are outside the bouse
and leaning on the door bell. In
fifteen minutes more we have been
through the house from cellar to
attic, and. if I do say so myself, it
is a very homey-looking joint.
“I am vacating in two days,"
states the gray-haired guy with the
wife who is dead. “And#lf you want
the 'place you can move right in
then." And he eyes Midget like that
dame is running the whole setup.
“How much rent?” I want to
know. And when he tells me I am
puzzled why all the guys in the
big town don’t move to furnished
places out in the sticks.
“Wondel’ful!” comes back Mid
get, and maybb she has got a little
stardust in her flickers the
they sparkle.
Straight from the shoulder
this guy I am not able to pay
no advance rent. But When
plain I am Mr. (Billings’ new,
porienced butcher—i 2 Z
am, too!—everything is jake. And
we are to come back in two days
and take over the roost.
We circulate out of the place,
moving for the rooming house
where the white-haired guy with
the dead wiffe has Sent us. The emo
tion which is Surging through my
ticker is maybe like a guy feels
When lie Is deceased and knows? he
has made the ‘ pearly gates. Here
am I, Rippy Whitmore, only yes
terday a pal of dynamite and, hand
cuffs, and already I have a honest
job and a furnished house. And to
a bird who has spent the last ten
years o,f his life working over just
such day-dreams, it is enough to
make him believe that dreams come
true.
that?
house.” I announce
'Midget, pausing in
" “I
enough to give
teardrop. “And
no
re-
it
seems,
honest
“In
cheap,’
“It
admit,
some more to eat
“Welk
she laughs some stronger
is groceries Under her
then.- You order it for
kind.’*
“What kind you like?”
know. Then right away
that whit kind
no ice with me,
Chocolate, And
too, because all
She seems to be enjoying it, iSort
she laughs—and maybe
now there
ribs-
me.
pie
Any
I want to
I realize
don’t cut
order her
She liked
and so I
I guess she likes it
the time She eats it
Feel Chilly - - - Start to Sneeze
- Nose Starts to Run
Then comes the cold which, if not attended to
immediately, shortly works down into the bronchial
tubes, and the cough starts.
On the first sign of a cola or cough go to any drug
counter and get a bottle of Dr. Wood’s Norway Pino
Syrup. You will find it to be a prompt, pleasant and
reliable remedy to help you get rid of your trouble.
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___ ________„ -______________ It has been on the
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Price 35c a bottle; the large family size, about 3 times as much, 60c.
Look for the trade mark “3 PlnO Trees?*
Tho T> Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont.
Highland Cedar
FENCE POSTS
LARGE BUN
Sound, Straight and Peeled
AT LOWER PRICES
also Lumber and Shingles
A. J. CLATWORTHY bel, Nora and Ruth; and
brother, Bruce,
Phone" 12
We Deliver
Grantor
“.Swell,” I murmur, peacefully,
pausing on the corner by our fur
nished abode. “Swell.”
“Swell!” echoes my pal, a sud
den sharp note of pleasure in his
voice. And then I eye down at Runt
and then trace his glimmers to
where they are resting something
inside me ries up like a serpent.
Because right across the street
from our furnished blue heaven
stands .Bolton’s swell big town bank.
(Continued Next Week)
Next Week: Runt can’t get out
of his city habits, but Rippy imme
diately laccustoms himself to the
work at the store.
way
I tell
down
I ex-
ex-
•and d hope I
A car of Dictator Coal is expected soon.
A few additional orders are needed to clear.
Exeter District Cooperative
P. Passmore, Manager
CAVEN CIRCLE MEETS
The Caven Congregational Circle
AILSA CRAIG MAN TO FACE
CHARGE OVER CAR CRASH
Two cars were considerably dam
aged in Ailsa Craig Thursday of
last week and as a result, Norman
S. Arnos, R.R. 2, Ailsa Craig, will
face a charge of careless driving.
Graham McIntyre, R.'R. 1, Ailsa
Craig, pulled his car to a stop and
was about to enter the office of a
doctor when it was struck from the
rear by Amos’ car. the front of
which was badly damaged by the
impact. Both Amos and a passen
ger escaped injury. Provincial
Constable Reilly, of Lucan, inves
tigated. ‘
•the home of 'Mrs. Jim Taylor witji
Mrs. iR. Russell presiding. The
meeting opened 'by singing hymn
766, The - ■
taken by
call and
adopted,
followed
Miss M. Brown, and Mrs. J. Taylpr,
Mrs. M. Gibb gave a most interest
ing talk on Ireland—a vivid des
cription of rambles through that
beautiful country. Two Irish songs
were sung Iby Mrs. W. Sillery ac
companied by Mrs. Cochrane and
were much enjoyed. A vote of
thanks to the hostess, and all tak
ing part was moved by Mrs. IE.
Johnston. The meeting closed with
singing hymn 783 followed by
prayer. A most successful auction
sale of miscellaneous articles was
conducted by Mrs. A. 'Moir. A social
half hour over the tea cups .brought
an enjoyable meeting to a close.
The April meeting will be held at
I the home of Mrs. MacLean.
Postmaster: “I’m sorry, but I
can’t cash this money order for
you unless you have some identi
fication. Haven’t you some friend
in camp?” Private; “Not me. I’m
the bugler.”
devotional exercises were
Mrs. W« Hatter. The roll
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