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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1946-03-14, Page 9THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, MARCH 14th, 1946 W! Page 7 A New Serial Story .• • • •* ci -INICE GUY”by Ahlene Fitch ORDER NOW! ORDER HERE! 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 I 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. X ___ ________„ -______________ It has been on the market for the past 48 years.* Don’t experiment With ft substitute and be disappointed—get “Dr. Wood’s”. 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. 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