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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1946-05-16, Page 88 THE; TIMi^AOTOCAT^ CTB®, ONTAKIO, THURSDAY MORNING, MAY Wtih, W ...............................................‘ ............................................................................................... ................. ............ ............................... ........ .... ‘SISTERS IN LOVE’ By KATHLEEN MTOEK CHAPTER I It happened to Sue at a party. Sjlxe had been going to parties for years, and nothing epochal had ever before happened at one. Un­ til this night, when she met Mich­ ael. Across dozens and dozens of dancing heads, through a blur of flickering colored lights—there he was. Big and amused and faintly smiling, leaning against the library ■door. Fox- an instant their glances met, mingled; then the dancing ■crowd engulfed Sue .and her part- ■<ior, and when she looked again, tlie big redheaded smiling man was gone. “Who was that , Tod?” she ask­ ed the man she was dancing with. “Who was what?” “Who was that man in the door way-—the one with the broad shoulders and the fiery hair?” “Darling—I can’t see anyone but you.” murmured Tod Galloway fer­ vently. And the moment was gone. But the memory lingered. All through the party which glittered and sparkled and throbbed. It was an expensive party. But Janie Mar­ tin, who was giving it, could well ■afford expensive things. Or, rather hex' father could. It was to cele­ brate the end of college Sue, Janie and several of girls; to celebrate the of a brand-new summer college looming at the end of it. It was fun. But there was a nostalgic undercurrent in the ex­ citement. This was the last college party. ■Every moment to Sue, in a succession of ardent arms, was poignant with a heady sweet­ ness. Then a pause, a lull to catch her ’breath—and Michael coming around a pillar, “See here—” he said in a pleas­ ant baritone voice. “Your’re all. alone. That won’t do at all. Can’t I get* you a sandwich or some­ thing?” Sue stood very still, a tiny fig­ ure in a yellow gown, both hands smoothing vainly at hex* mass of silky brown curls, and gazed at him.'How did a man like this get into one of Janie Martin’s parties. Not only because he was older than this college .crowd; not because- he was handsome pleasingly self-possessed. But cause he was Michael Burke, a walking- dream come true. “I’m not hungry, thank you,’ she said politely. “But it’s stuffy in here—” “There’s a moon—” Michael suggested. And, sure enough, there was. It was big and silvery and , low-hanging. They strolled around the shadowy garden and looked at H. “You’re awfully popular,” complained. “I've been around the library door than an hour, waiting for for a minute alone with you don’t know me, do Mr. Martin’s chael Burke.” “And I’m Sue Francis,” she days ton the other beginning , with no whirling ety behind his. hRl eyes, the humorous quirk to his lips. By the time they reached the Francis dooi’step* Sue was head ovex* heels in love. It wasn’t the first time in hei* twenty years, but it was by fax* the worst case on record. He didn’t try to kiss her good night; that was another* nice thing about him. It showed he was more experienced and than that sentimental who thought casual the correct period to Or the exclamation point, depend; ing on the man. “How about tomorrow night?" Michael asked, holding her hand firmly. “My evenings are free— but yours aren’t from now on.” And Sue had flushed excitedly. “Silly little fool!” she told self later, “Idiot! To believe as if you had, never heard a before. As if you were, a silly deb!” 'But at that moment, she didn’t know how different tomorrow night would be. Incredibly had forgotten about glamour. The next afternooix around the house, shabbiness, tidying it up, straight- , ening magazines rearrangeing flow­ ers, with stars in hex* eyes and laughtex* bubbling in hex* throat. Her sistex* sauntered into the liv­ ing room, indolently, wearing a faded blue kimono and her blonde hair in disarray on hex* shoulders. “What’s a good magazine?” she asked lazily. She lifted one in a short-fingered white hand, ruffled the pages. “This one interesting?” “Dofi’t know,” said Sue absently, straightening a picture neai* the fireplace. Then she picked up a fallen petal and laid it carefully into the grate, "Why the excitement?" yawned hex* oldei’ sistei*. “Expecting some of youx* playmates?” “Special company” said Sue mys­ teriously, and hex* eyes glowed. Michael came early. It was only one sophisticated college crowd kisses were any evening. enough, she the golden she scurried ignoring its Rev. Harold Johnston, of Mitchell Addresses Ministerial Association “Some way must be found by which, people can buy the goods they pi’oquce,” declared Rev. Harold Johnston in his address to the South Huron’ Ministerial Association at the Hensail United Church parson­ age on Monday afternoon. Under our capitalistic py free enterpx*ise society there are inevitable business cycles of depression and prosperity, The periods of prosperity occur when there is a shortage of material goods but When goods ax*e plentiful, people have not the money to buy them. u We must create an ecoiiomy-which 7.30 when the doorbell rang, long, exciting peal. Sue scampering to the door, ened it, looked around it. “Oh, it’s that man again!" said. “Yes, lady,” said Michael grand­ ly. “Wanta 'buy some fish? Big feesh, little feesh—” “Sounds like a fish story to me" laughed Sue, "but T guess I’ll let you in.” “Thank you, lady," said Michael gravely and touched hex’ hand. She raised her eyes. The smile Wavered on hex* lips and her fin­ gers held tightly to his. “Well, aftei* all, do I know you that well?” was what she said. He grinned at her; for a long moment that was something to re­ member. Then his eyes lifting over her head, widened, stared dazedly. Sue turned, knowing somehow. Yes it was her sister. It was Cynthia, in a white gown that clung,to her, form, with a white-ribbon in her said. goldexx curls. Just standing there “(Are you going to fall in love with ; idly, with Janie, too?” “’Lord; no!" unau hastily. “What made think—” “The other Secretary did,” Sue thoughtfully. “That’s why -had to discharge him." Michael stopped short. “Whew!” hs said, and long-fingered hand to the his red hair. It was an intriguing Sue liked it, just as she had liked and approved his broad shoulders and laughing hazel eyes. "Thanks for the warning,” he fold hex'. “I’ll remember that." And laughed as if he wouldn’t have to. That was the beginning. It end­ ed up -by his bringing her home in his long-nosed, rakish roadster that didn’t look at all secretarial. Sue learned all about him on the way. He had been in Caifornia less than a month. In Oregon he had sold cars, and lived with his mother, tenderly, a with a just and be- and ’ he hanging for more a chance you. But you? I’m new secretary,Mi- op- she her round, white chin an enigmatical smile onI lifted and said the big Irish-[her lips. ’ Sue felt gles and elbows; she felt her hair grow drab and colorless on her head as she faltered the introduct­ ion: "Mr. Michael Burke—my older sister, Cynthia.,” She threw in the “older” venge* fully, foi* all it was worth. But it wasn’t worth much; not as much as a straw in a raging current. Mi­ chael took a nose dive, right before her eyes. “Won’t I ever learn?” Sue asked herself mentally. “Won’t I evei* learn! I should have met him on the street corner. I should have told him we were quarantined- Anything—but I shouldn’t have let him come here!” ■For Cynthia had been doing that ever since Sue could remember^. (Not that Sue herself wasn't pretty? Foi* she was—with \ hex* soft and fluffy brown hail*, her short, child­ ish eyes, bud and her skin was pale delicate. But none of this was fense against Cynthia. Beside sister’s radiance $ue paled into orless insignificanse. Hex* figure came all immature angles; hair drab and unexciting. How could she have forgotten that—how could she have been so sure of him! And the evening Sue struggled! She ty; she tried to be what was the use, even see her? His med around her and over "her to wherevei’ Cynthia Happened to be sitting, posed against the dark up­ holstery of the couch or against the pale cream enamel of the breakfast-room wails when Mrs, Francis served them refreshments. Ice cream, which Sue had whip­ ped up and thrust into the refriger­ ator and cookies, which made, Finally she gave up, were burning and a hard climbingr into her throat, “Do you miiid if I dofl’t?” said politely, when CyOtliia gested that they go out and look at “that perfectly gorgeous moon going to waste all by itself.” “If you’ll excuse me—I believe t’ll goj,tO bed. A Slight headache.” “Oh, I’m sorry—” “What a shame, dear!” said sister in sweet solicitude. And Sue , stumbled gloomily stairs. It didn’t help any when herself shrink into an- said they put a back of gesture; who had, he said “brogue you could cut knife.” “I’d like to see her, dreamily. “You’d like to listen to laughed Michael. “At least I do.” Then the wanderlust had got in­ to his feet, and they had carried him to California. “I brought the car along, too,” he interposed. Sue laughed at that. She laugh­ ed at almost everthing he said. That was one of the nicest things about this tall Irishman—the gay- said She her too" little figure and clear gra^ Her mouth was a tiny rose- and de- her col- be- heii dragged on. Oh tried to be wit- nonchalant But when he didn’t eyes just Skira- Stubborn Cases of Constipation Those who keep a mass Of impurity pent Up in their bodies, Jay after day, instead of having' it removed as nature intended, at least once in every twenty-four hours, in­ variably suffer from constipation. The tise of cheap, harsh purgatives will never get you any where as they only aggravate the trouble and in­ jure the delicate mucous lining of the bowels, and are very liable to cause piles; If constipated take Milbum’s Laxa-Livfir Fills and have a natural movement of the bowels. They do not gripe, weaken and sicken as many laxatives do* Tho T?. iiilbiirxx 0<fy Ltd., Toronto, Ont* ' Sue had Her lump eyes) was she sug- lit headache.” said Michael. her lip- her mothei* met hex* at th© top of the staircase with a glass of an aspirin tablet. “Oh, Mom!” she said "I’m alright.” “Now, Susie," coaxed er, be sick— starting.— Einma Francis was a thin wom­ an, with fretful lines around her tired mouth. She had worried about her husband and children un­ til his death two years before. -Now she worried about hex* children— with a little worry left over for securities she had bought with insurance money. Sue didn't worry trying real headache, simply say: “Why, I’m sure you were both having such a nice time with that young man of yours—” , But he wasn’t Sue’s young man. Not any more. Now he was Cyn­ thia’s. So Sue strode fiercely into the bedroom and kicked the blue boudoir chair' hex* mothei* ljad given her for Christmas. It was Sue’s favorite possession, so that was a bad sign. Then she undressed, and per­ versely dropped all her clothes or) the floor. The demure gray dress with the red buttons and bright pat­ ent leather belt, the gray slippers and sheer stockings; and she tore out the small crimson, bows of rib bon that tied back her brown curls. Nothing was any use. She could wear her hail* like a movie queen and it wouldn’t matter. Whenever she met Michael he would merely think: “There’s Cynthia’s sister!" In ibed, Sue turned her face into the pillow. There was a hot, burn­ ing feeling behind her eyes as if her brain were on fire. Michael was gone. Not really, for he was sitting at this very minute on the Francis front porch. But he was gone for­ ever aS far as’ Sue was concerned, even though he sat there hunched up- on the top step, laughing and smoking a cigarette. For Sue should have been down there with him instead of lying upstairs in bed in her ruffled night­ gown face down on the pillow. Bui it was Cynthia w’ho was with him— with the moonlight shining down 'hex* white on all water and pettishly. her moth- “you know you don’t want to •with the summer just is- took the aspirin. If she knew her mother would all night. There was no use to explain that it wasn’t a Her mother would “Why, I’m on her golden hair, on skin and sea-blue eyes, < golden glamour. Hours later Cynthia the adjoining bedroom, rigid, listening to the slow, delib­ erate movements through the thin partition, Then Cynthia opened the door, stood in the doorway, outlined •in the faded kimono and her tum­ bled hair. “Asleep, darling?” she drawled. “Yes!” snapped her sister, bur­ rowing deeper into the pillow. 1^ Cynthia dared mortem—-v “Your friend is very nice,” went On the blonde girl. "Um,” said Sue. “He asked me to go to the the­ ater tomorrow. You don’t mind, do you, dear? After all, he is your friend. Would you believe that his mothei’ is extremely wealthy? And he’s the sole heir. But he was tired of lazing around, so he started out on his own. Wouldn’t he make a marvelous catch! A chance to get routine! brother- came Sue to start any post out of this humdrum Would you like him for a in-law, Sue?*’. No answer. “Good night, Sue.” “’Night.” The door closed softly. up and ’buried her flaming face against her knees, Cynthia cbuld get him, she knew, Yes, she could get him, “But I’ll fight her to the last ditch!” Vowed her younger sister in dogged determination. Next Week: Cynthia her cdiiquest of Michael ___ atfgry and disappointed, decides to tell Michael a secret which, feels, should make ,a difference. (TO BE CONTINUBP) PENTECOSTAL W.M.S, The May meeting was held in the church on May 9th. Mrs, Gor­ don Parker had charge and opened the meeting by singing “It is sweet to trust in Jesus.” prayer was of­ fered by Mrs. Edgar Cudmore. Hymn, “Let the lower lights be burning,” was sung. Roll call was answered by Scripture verse on "Service," Minutes of last meeting were read by the secretary A letter from Geo. R, Upton, missionary secretary-treasure!’ of Canada, giv­ ing a short report on the various missionaries on the fields, also of some fields home read secretary read with the prayer qlie missionaries, also needs. Arrangements for the W.M.S. service on Sunday evening, May 12th, with’ returned missionary, Mrs, Frances Kaufman, as guest speaker. Mrs. Parkei* then brought %-n interesting message on “Hannah and her son, Samuel.” A short time was spent in prayer on behalf of oui* missionaries and 'the work £lof the Lord in our own land and town. Hymn, “Deeper, Deeper" was sung and the meeting closed with prayer. is not. a debt creating economy-—In other words, periods of prosperity should not be ai'tificialiy created by borrowing money. This is the reason times are good during war years. Debts will eventually have to be paid or repudiated. A more satis­ factory’way than that which is now known of keeping* oui* sayings must be provided. When you invest your money, you receive in return a paper certificate which may be of doubt­ ful valpe jf 3, depression occurs. Then money must be kept in a proper relationship; to butter, eggs, shoes and other commodities. The barter system used in primitive days is not feasible in oui* compli­ cated life today so money has to be used but must he used as a tool and' not as a toll-gate,» The speaker pointed out that tlje interest on the public debt of Can­ ada today was higher than the whole revenue in any one yeai* in the early 1930’s. In. 1929 the value of goods in Canada was about 30 billion dol­ lars but the depression shrinkage was about 35 billion dollars which figures show how ridiculous our free enterprise society is. The public debt of Canada at the present time is 21 billion dollars while the assessment is only about 7 billion. As Christian peope we must work for a new order which shall provide not merely dollars and cents to more people blit medical care, edu­ cation and propei* nutrition to those who would be otherwise impover­ ished. The inability of oui’ econom­ ic system to meet the needs, of the people is the prime cause of war. The greatest danger to our democ­ racy is high finance. We must find a way by which people who serve their community without thought of profit can live abundantly. . The speaker advocated the estab­ lishment of co-operatives, more pub­ lic utilities and the extension of the principle of nationalization as ways out of our present dilemma. Votes of appreciation were extend­ ed th'e speaker, for his informative and penetrating- paper and also to Hev. and Mrs* Brook for their hos­ pitality. i». PEERLESSITS r KEniiliwi* THIS amazing “alloying” process transforms a pure and efficient oil into as perfect a lubricant as modern science and skill can refine. 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You will AND THE BEST SERVICE IN TOWN THf BRITISH AMERICAN OIL COMPANY LIMITED completes and Sue. e«n ca^* epce Cd# a. r ch : tef^ tot aO? * noUS*5 jy feo«° ^ct {con1 ^oJO ? 1 sotae • .. to These questions and answers are taken from the Bank of Montreal’s folder, “Quiz for a Go-Ahead .Farmer”. A copy is yours for the asking at your nearest B of M branch. I ho’’0^ 6O ?»“' wjg i»-“s01 ” (bt l°oBw dv *e.lne deS discu5rU^ ;.anhu Your B of M manager is ready to help you if you need money for the improvement of your farm, barn repairs, fixing fencing or drain­ age, road building, buying hew breeding stock, implements or equipment* If you want Exetet Branch: J. L. HENDRY, Manager And him friendly, a good listened, and Very much interested in your plans and problems. Give him your full confidence* It will pay you. Sue sat L>