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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1946-03-28, Page 9I / » * i THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, MARCH 28th, 1946 T War Veteran to Rehabilitate Eighty -year-old Sawmill at Staffs tt NICE GUY” Ahlene Fitch t The story thus far; Rippy Whit­ more pnd Runt Smith, reformed safecrackers, have both obtained jjobs in a grocery store in Bolton, the small town where Rippy has been hiding Out from the North and South Side gangs -back in his home city. The police have recently brok­ en up the South Side gang, leaving the North Side gang as the only men­ ace to Rippy’s happiness. Keeping house for the two men i? -Midget, a (mystery girl. Rippy takes Midget for an evening stroll, she faints in his arms and he realizes that he, loves her. CHAPTER X My blood pressure churning a feed-mill, I spread Midget easy on the ground ■ and then, down at her side. I rub ’ I shove back her hair. I •everything which seems break up a faint spell. Then Midget herself day—and maybe my mental equo tossed in. One black orb flickers up the shade and orb dumber two is a close second. Midget’ groans. ‘’Where—'Where—?” low, and “Oh,” she m'tirmurs, faint again? Oh, Rippy!” Her baby white fists Clinch onto my front lapel. “I’m so, so sorry! If I keep this up you’re going to hate me.” She closes in a little on me and the violet scent she has, sprinkled on her black mop seeps into my brain cells and lays thexn low. “Aren’t you, Rippy?” It ain’t distinct the how it comes ’about, but all in a flash I am stand­ ing up and so is Midget. And my two arms are making passes out in front of me and when they come -back home they -have gathered in Midget; „ • “Midget!” I expire. “Oh, Midget! Sweet; Angel! Baby! Midget, I’m crazy about you. Crazy!” Yes,, sir, that is word for word what I tell her—a skirt—and me, Rippy Whit­ more, who is noted for having dame sense. And what is still worse, I mean every word of it. “Midget,” I breathe,k and the way I utter that word is a‘lesson to any (Romeo, “Midget, it’s got me at last Got me for positive.” “Oh,r Rippy!” she trembles back, pulling my face down to hers. “What has you., Rippy?” “Love,” I wise her up. ‘‘‘Love.” Bending, I plant a firm kiss on her little red mouth. And learn that a guy does croak to reach heaven. “Midget,” murmurs guy, gone damey, Do you love ime?” “Ever since the morning I first saw you in the iboxcar,” she as­ sures me, her cheek resting right over my ticker. “I loved~you, then.” “Check!” I agree quick, because •* now I look back it seems I recall how swell I figured she was right from the first, too. “Right from the first minute, Midget honey, I been sold on you. Sold in a ’big way,” “I never guessed it,” she whis­ pers, contented.' “Then you was blind,” comes my ■gentle reproach. “Stony blind.” “• Stooping, I make another bid for gro- like out fold her hands- pray, t do fitting to saves the she gasps then right angles up. sad, “did I it is then J. not have to tRis tough how about it? fa ■heaven. “Midget,” I ask. “|A eery man? You will be happy with a grocery man?” “Oh, Rippy,” she warbles : t uncoupling a little, “it’s all so, s So Good For Relieving Miseries of Childrens Colds The 80-year-old sawmill at the west edge of Staffa Village 1? being .put back in commissiop py a veter­ an of overseas service in't'wo waps. Ernest H. Alien, who served ip the First Great War as an en­ gineer officer, and in the Second Great War as officer commanding a company of the Canadian Forestry Corps, has applied his gratuity mon­ ey to the purchase of the old mill which lie is re-equipping and ex­ pects to have in operation about mid-ApriL The mill has beep idle for seven years. It was built the latter part of the 19th century, the property including a grist mill as well as a sawmill, at that time, •Mr. Allen joined the Royal Middlesex Regiment of the Imper­ ial Army in 1914, Roy two years after the 1918 Armistice ho- remain*- ed in Western Europe as an officer Of the prizes-of-war commission. For five years after his return to Canada in 1921, he was in the lumbering industry?, then in the mining , industry, spending years ‘ in ILabrador, _ and working in other mining districts across Nor­ thern Canada to British Columbia, Since 19401 he has been with the Canadian Forestry Corps and served in (Northern Scotland for fopi- years. iniRON, GREY AND BRUCE NEW forestry ZONE W. G. Thompson, Ontario Lands and Forests Minister, has annopne- ed that three pew reforestation zones will he created in Southern Ontario by subdividing existing zones and Blueing a technical offi­ cer in charge of each, Th? zones are: Lake Huron zone, comprising Grey, Bruce and Huron counties; Trent zone, comprising Ontario, Durham, Victoria, Peter­ borough and Northumberland coun­ ties t and -Quinte zone, including Hastings, IFrontenac and Lennox and ’Addington counties. pronounces sad and slow, “because I cannot bo always just Hie wife of a poor grocery clerk,” “But, Midget/’ I try to point out, borrowing the hand J got around her to explain with, “what is a few eagles? And besides, I am not al­ ways a poor grocery clerk, When I have socked up the necessary change in maybe ten years, I am buying out old ©illings. Then you are the frau of a big business man," . “Oh, Rippy, j don’t care for my­ self, With ‘ you I am willing to be poor always. Love is enough,”. “Which ought to settle every­ thing,” .1 argue hopefully. “Because if love is suffic for you, who are a thousand times too swell for a ham like me, then love is sure double suffic for yours truly.” “It ought to settle it,” agrees the grand .little ri'b, “'but it doesn’t. It can’t. There's still—my brother, Donald,” “He gets the guest room, manent,” I come back mous. And even if this is concentrated poison, take him on a trade-in “That's not it,” burst and sure enough there is a couple more dew-drops slipping into those dark.lamps. “Donald must go to see that" doctor in Paris.—at once! Rippy?” Her black hair folds down against my heart, and my wind sup­ ply for talking will not hit par. “Yes?? I manage to squeeze out, trying to talk like my ticker is not racing at more than 2,000 “Do you, want to know fainted tonight?” “Why?”- “Because this noon I got from the institution where I placed Donald.” “And what?”. I question, gentle, hoping I am wrong about she looks like she is going to weep some more. “Unless (Donald is sent to France at once he will die!” “Lord,” I breathe. “Tough! If only out of mv grocery clerk wages, I could—” Then the 'truth hits -me! I am nuts about Midget, and 'I guess she is pretty sold on me, also. Maybe she is marrying me if we .get for this sad Donald story a happy end- But il remember how 'Midget thinks I am a Boston business gone bust. She never suspic- ___how the North Siders are out gunning for me, and also, how the straight and* narrow path is just a brand new trail to me. And if I tell her, maybe she is washed up on me foy life. “Midget,” I hurst out. “about this Donald brother, all busted up. Some way we have5' gof lo work it out. But maybe, even if we do, I guess you will hardly be hitching up with me, anyways.” / “What!” Midget turns to me and grabs my shoulders. “You’ve— you’ve changed your mind?” “] ing yours.” “I—J don’t believe I understand.” “Boston.” I plunge in. “is a town.” ‘‘Why, of course.” She sits away from me enough to sling,, up a puz­ zled glimmer. . “A town/’ I plow right “where I have never been.” . “But you came from Boston.” she reminds me. “It “But it’s come from the big town. And when .1 wise you up on the what il am a specialist in, maybe you are quit­ ting me pronto. “Nothing matters except our love,” she stands pat. But all the same, she is very much excited. “Tell me/’ she begs. “Tell me the truth.” “I am an ex-pete blower,” I con­ fess all. “with the big North Side gang. 'But I got into it accidental, from natural ability, and out of it intentional, iffom honest inclina­ tions. Now .the grocery (business,” I start warming up, but she stops me. “A safe-cracker,” she gurgles; and when I eye her direct I see lier orbs are sparkling. Why did" you reform?” ■- “Well,” -I get going again, “this grocery business—” “I mean,” she cuts in quick, “be­ ing a safe-cracker must be thrill­ ing.” t f “Right up to the back door of the big house, it is,” I come back. "You would hate to go to prison?” ponders Midget, very thoughtful like. “You would hate it awful?” “Awful!” I rebeat, with inflec­ tions. “But now I ain out of the racket and a very good groceryman, and ddes my past keep us >frOm hit­ ching up or don’t it?” “Your past,” murmurs the little queeti, “doesn’t matter. I love yoti.” “Baby!” I chdrtle, and I am about to take oti another slice of hsavbti whdti the golden gates re- per- magnani- Donald egg I will still for Midget, out Midget per. Why I a-letter ing. still man ions treat. “But my brother does,” ’she re­ minds me. “Oh, I can never marry until somehow I have sent Donald to ' the doctor in Paris.” She buckles onto both my arms, and her voicebox vibrates she is sp tense. “He must go to Paris!” she tells me, “He must not die!” "Somehow.” I swear for her. “Donald will go. Somehow, if I have got to bust open heaven to fix it/’ “Bust open?” repeats Midget, and first I think it is a question, but then *1 see it is just an echo, “Bust open,” she echoes time it comes out ured. Then Midget those black lamps ting out of them. “Rippy!” she clicks out. “Rippy!” , “Yes, angel?” I click right back and take a .good clinch on the rock where I am perched. 'Somehow my seventh • sense picks up a steel cur­ rent "in the air and it must he flow­ ing out from them flaming orbs of Midget’s. “Rippy, that bank just across from our house! The Bolton bank!” “The Bolton bank?” I expound, sneaking in a little bettei* ^buckle onto the rock. Being a grocery clerk, there is something about bank con­ versation which does not appeal much to me. “Runt 'told me the Bolton bank, carried $200,0100 in their vaults.” “A lot of kale,” I agree, “.Enough money,” whispers the black-eyed angel, hoarsely, “to send Donald to France, Enough money, Rippy, to save Donald’s life!” “Midget!” Frozen to a. sudden ram-rod, I lean close to the tense skirt beside me. “I’m wrong! I ain’t heard right! - You don't mean—not crack the Bolton bank!” “You heard right,” she snaps back. .“'Crack the 'Bolton bank!” “I’m straight,” I' tell her, firm. “Straight like a die. No more safe blowin’ for Rippy 'Whitmore.” “Rippy,” she’ breathes, those black lamps glistening, “with the money from that bank, we send Donald to France. ,And never catch *us. We could town. Oh, Rippy!” “Leave town is right!” I fast. “And then what about my gro­ cery job?” “You could This one’s no good, anyway! “So far.” I 1:11 I; ticket up the river there goods to put me in the big house. If I stay straight the only earthly menace I got is Paunchy Pilber’s outfit. ‘‘Besides,” J rehook my left wing around her, “you been seein’ bank-crackers in the flikkers, and you got romantic notions. 'It ain’t nice clean fun like it looks.” “Oh. it‘s not the fun!” she burst out. frantic. “It’s the money! It’s Donald, Rippy! iHe’s dying! Dying, More than two generations ago—in grandmother’s day—mothers first dis­ covered Vicks VapoRub. Today it is the most widely used home-remedy for relieving miseries of childrep’? colds. And here is the reason .,.. The moment you rub VapoRub on the throat, chest and back at bedtime it starts to work two ways at once— and keeps on working for hours—to ease coughing spasms, help clear con­ gestion in cold-clogged upper feath’1 ing passages, relieve muscular soreness or tightness, Jt promotes restful sleep. Often most of the misery of the cold is gone by morning! That’s why VapoRub is so good to use when colds strike. Try it! again, and this slow and meas- whirls, and now have fire spit- could they’d leave retorf find . another ^job. tell her.’ “I got no Nowhere is 'Never! But maybe I am chang-j I tell, you! In another month he vnni‘« ” mn.v hfi rlpnrif” Now iri bar fixnif.A- on, low. , - - — -J> so•sad. I—I don’t knoxy what to do.” And before I am even hep to the drift, the storm is on us and Midget is crying. “Say,” I stutter, “I don’t—I don’t—•” "Rippy,” she whispers through the moisture, “lets sit down and .talk.” “You bet,” I come back quick. “You ibet/’ And»T elbow her over to a nice flat rock -with no snags. When we are planted, npH t have fitter her back into ,by elbow 'betid, Midget opens up. “I must forget you, Rippy,” she Highland Cedar FENCE POSTS LARGE RUN Sound, Straight and Peeled AT LOWER PRICES A. J. CLATWORTHY We Deliver Phone 12 Granton CM was my story,” I confess, outlawed—by cupid. I Troublesome Night Coughs Are Hard on the System It’s the cough that sticks; the cough that is hard , to get rid of; the cough accompanied by a tickling in the throat that Cause? the nerve arid throat wracking trouble that keeps you awake at night. Dr. Wood’s Norway Pine Syrup heliis to relieve this coughing condition by sodthing the irritated parts,' \ loosening the phlegin and stimulating the bronchial organs, and when this is done the troublesome irritating cough may bo relieved. Dr. Wood’s Norway Pine Syrup has been oti the market for the past „48 years. The Trade Mark “3 Pine Trees”. Price 3fic a bottle; large family size, about 3 times as much, 60c at all drug counters, • -Ttitf Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont, ' ■ may be dead!” Now in her excite­ ment‘she is down on her knees be­ side me. “If -you loVe me, Rippy, you cannot see my brother die/’ “Midget! Oh, Midget!” With one fist I try to boost her to hei’ dogs again, and >with the other I mop off bushels of sweat. “Any­ thing else in this world .1 am,.doing even before you suggest it, Angel, hut this Bolton bank job—it would busl, me wide open. Here I am es­ tablished, a nice, honest guy, a good job—” “Oh. your job!” wrenches out Midget. Then her voice goes low. .“Will you let the only person I have in this world died, Rippy Whitmore, in order ' ' ................. “That uams. maiuiua, ,x n y ct suggest, still scooping up moisture, “belongs we—” “They’ll live without it!” cries Midget. “But Donald won’t!” Slow­ ly Midget erects herself before me. “You mustxchoose now, Rippy. If you will not rob the Bolton bank in the morning ■ it will be gone. (Gone forever, Rippy. And Donald will die. An innocent man will die, Rippy, because you would not let him live.” “And if I do crack the Bolton bank?” I shove out—but even if I croak on tthe -spot,, how can I do •it? “Donald will live,” coines her soft answer. “You and I will leave, town and get married at once.” Mentally I take off my white grocery apron and hang It up for­ ever on .Billings’ nail. Mentally I take down forever iny shingle from off my own- grocery dream shop. Mentally I start on that long, eter­ nal lain up One dark alley and down another, , “Yes. Midget,” I mumble, wrap­ ping her in tight against me. .“for a human life and for yon—-I will crack the Bolton batik/’ (Continued Next Week) Next Week: The plans to crack tlie bank lead to a most ’unexpect­ ed outcome, imperilling Rippy and showing .Midget in a new and niost amtizing rold. to keep one little job?” bank mazuma,” I try to u .. bto other guys. 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