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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1946-05-30, Page 9I 'MiwiiiffnninwnnnMiniiifiiiHiiiHiiiMipwiniRiiiHnwiiwiiWiMHwiMiiwniHiwiqnwiiiM you talk with’you I’ve bits are iy. ■ Then—the the door . . she’s been married wasn’t going to tell “I’m dead!” 'and it serves But, of course, she she knew almost as began to pick herself Sue. “Wheri smashed tb and Cynthia, know. haven’t good But she right?” he If you-puffer from boils you’know how sick and miserable they made you feel; Boils are an .outward indication of impurities in the system, and just when you think you are rid of divorced—years swimming in her THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, MAY 30th, 19®. Cynthia—? Do and throaty. “Michael, They must be kissing Michael, in a strangely self-contained voice: get your wrap witM Bray Chick Hatchery Eric Carscadden, Manager Exeter Hatchery Phone 24'0 (Continued Next Week) Next Week: She’s hew acquaint* ante proves to be interesting!; he assists Sue in her flight without knowing it. His identity is reveal- — > he said urgently, think—” beyond thinking, the library door, These bonds should be presented for , redemption with all coupons of later date attached, Np further interest will bp paid on these bonds after this date. ? VIJQMINION OF J enNAPfl BONDS By KATHLEEN MILLED The story thus far: Sue Francis has fallen in love with Michael Burke, who in turn falls in love with Sue’s older sister, Cynthia, to whom he becomes engaged, Spe is angry and jealous because of losing Michael to Cynthia, There is to be an announcement .party given at the home of “Aunt sally,” p dear friepd of the Francis family,. Cynthia has been married before, to ft dissolute actor; but is divorced, Sue learns that Cynthia has not told Michael of uthis marriage. She, indignantly determines to tell Michael herself and goes to him at the Martin home, where he lives as Mr. Martin’s pri­ vate secretary, with this intention, CHAPTER HI I know you won’t bite me—. That is, usually you won't. But it’s so near dinner time, that I cpuldn’t foe sure. You might be hungry-—.” i Sue was trying to foe witty and flip­ pant, but she was getting all tangled up in it. Michael got to his feet, smiling his wide and cheerful Irish grin. His hazel eyes were eager. “Cynthia send you?” he asked; then his cheerfulness clouded. “She isn't go­ ing to change her mind about* din­ ner tonight—?” Sue resented all of it—his taking for granted that she came from Cynthia, his absorption in thoughts of her. “No, Cynthia didn’t send me. I came on my own account, but . . . I’ve changed my mind. I’m going home.” She had her hand on the door­ knob when he reached her. “Non­ sense. If you came to see me about something, don’t go away without Seeing me about it. Surely you aren’t shy with me, Sue! After all, we’re practically related—*” “Huh!” said Sue, and stared at him. Her lower lip slid forward, and her eyes tightened up. “Well?” said Michael. “Well . . , goodby,” said Sue finally and twisted the knob. “Oh, come on, now!” exclaimed the man good naturedly. He took her hand and drew her into the room, toward a cushioned chair. “Sit down and relax. Now, what is it? Did you come to tell me that you resent my taking Cynthia away from you?” Sue resisted a hysterical impulse to giggle..“No, I don’t mind that- ” She coul'dn’t very well say: . “No, I •resent Cynthia’s taking you away from me.”■ - .So she said, merely: “I have to * go, Michael. Mom said to come home early for dinner.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Well, if you won’t, you won’t.” He gave her a big hand to help her ■to her feet. “But—please, -Sue.” “Michael.” Her heart was. pound­ ing; she was too close to him. But she couldn’t move back, the chair was right behind her. “Michael, were you ever divorced?” “Divorced?” He stared at her. “Lord, rio! I’ve never been mar­ ried! ’And divorce is something I don’t believe in. I— “I know you don’t. That’s why —why it isn’t fair.” “What isn’t fair? Why,, honey, you're trembling! Here—sit down again. And spill it—every word of it.” “Michael . before. She you, but—” “Married? mean—” “I mean Tears were ago.” ____ ___ „ gray eyes, and quivering- on her cheeks. “I knew that your mother—” Michael was very stern. He stood there, not moving. Then he tried ■to smile, tried to laugh it off. “But surely she was going to tell me before—” “Not until you went to file your intentions—not until after the en­ gagement was announced. When it was too late for you to hack out. Cyn eloped when-she was only 17, with a movie extra from one of the big studios. Mother .-didn’t like him; I didn’t either. He was cruel. When he was drunk, he would threaten to kill her—so he" was put in jail. When he got out, he went away; Cyn divorced him, Theii she was going to have a baby, but it died . . . She wasn’t going to tell you because she heard you say that your mother didn’t, believe in divorce and re­ marriage. She’d disown you—” Sue was sobbing bittetdy, her face crowded down into her hands. Then she got to her feet precipitately, “I’m eorry, Michael-—I must go—“ L shouldn’t have told him-—I must be crazy, her mind was saying, Michael’s face was troubled, his eyes stricken, He caught Sue gent­ ly by both elbows as she passed, turned her to face him. Their eyes met gravely, Sue’s blurred with tears. “Sure of all this?” he asked so­ berly, She tried to nod “yes”—and somehow, before she kno>v it was going to happen, before she had time to think, suddenly her brown head was tight against his chest, her hands pressed against the roughness of his coat. “Oh, Michael . . I love you—” It was too late to snatch .the words back. »They had said them­ selves, “Heavens’” She thought. i“Oh, what an utter fool I am!” She couldn’t look at him. Here in the Martin library, she had made an ab­ solute idiot of herself. _ “Let me go—” she said in a stifled voice, ducked under his arm arid headed for the door, “Sue!” cried Michael unbelieving­ ly. “What are you talking about? Here—wait.” He was at- the door before her, his hand pressing it shut, holding it there. “Now, look at me. What’s all this about? Are you sure you’re not—not just say­ ing this about Cynthia to 'make trouble?” She raised her eyes to his, slow­ ly, reluctantly. Her cheeks were a blaze of color, her lips trembled uncontrollably. “No, it’s true, Mi­ chael. All of it. Please let me go—” He took his hand from the door, opened it. “Sue,” “I’m sorry. Don’t But Sue was She rushed out __ _ . blind, deaf, mute;—knowing only a fierce necessity of flight. A need to be alone witli her pain and hu­ miliation. The outer door slammed behind her. The tall, red-headed man leaned back against the open library door, two vertical lines be­ tween his young brows. He put a slow and heavy hand to the back of his neck, and stood there grim­ ly, lost in thought. Somehow Sue reached home. Aft­ erward .she had no remembrance of the streets she had walked upon, no recollection of ’the coolness of the breeze and, the swaying, droop­ ing pepper trees that had leaned toward her as she passed. It was all too horrible; it was the end of the world. * Dishes "'Were 'rattling headlessly in file small and shabby kitchen; one could always here that plainly in the hall. A savory odor drifted in, a mingling of baking potatoes and sizzling meat. “How can I ever be hungry again?” she wondered as she crept silently upstairs, quietly, so that her mother wouldn’t hear and call:. "Susie! Come set the table, will you?” In the bedroom with the door safely shut, she leaned her elbows on the dressing table and stared into the glass. “You childish little half-wit!” she snarled at her red-cheeked re­ flection., “You babbling infant! „ No wonder you look like such a baby! You act .like a silly child—telling everything you know. Making Michael think you sense—Telling him- . couldn’t see herself any longer, the tears were coming too fast. She was washing dishes again • when the doorbell rang. Cynthia hadn’t eaten with them; she was going out with Michael. Food had gone down With great difficulty, hut Sue had forced herself to eat with something approaching nor- ; malcy. If she didn’t, mom would worry and ask questions, dishes, and Michael at again. “He. always comes as ' put my hands 'inti, the ivciiifi Jaques now. we wouldn't our conscience Teachers Re-Engaged GRANTON—/The Granton Public School teachers, Miss Frances Whalls and Miss Rhena Avery, have been re-engaged for the coming year. Residents in Hibbert Township have been complaining about the Shooting of groundhogs in short range from where cattle have been pasturing in fields and bush. The noise of the shooting has had an effect on the cows and has lowered the butterfat test of the milk. CHESTERFIELDS and OCCASIONAL CHAIRS Repaired and Re-covered Free Pick-up and Delivery Stratford Upholstering Co. •(Successor^ to tile Clifford Upholstering Company) 42 Brunswick Street STRATFORD IPhone STO Enquired at ’ Hopper-Hockey FurnituTO Store Exeter soon as I dishwater; he times it just right,” she thought moodily. But it was just as well. “If I had to see him—She shud­ dered. “I’d die-—I know I would.” ■But . hearing -him was different. Mom was upstairs, so Sue crept soundlessly across the dining room floor and ldid. her ear gingerly against the door leading to the hall. Footsteps on the stairs—that was Cynthia ■ hurrying down happily. Wearing a dusty pink dinner dress, was Cynthia tonight, with a black velvet cloak and some of the gar­ denias that' Michael had sent, tucked into the shing gold of hei’ hair. The creak of thq front door. Cyn­ thia’s low ‘ " .............. darling— now. Then stern > 'f,Hurry, . _ quickly, daring. I want to have a serious............... Cynthia’s voice—was there a note of fear in it? “Here’S my cape, about what, darling?” And then the front door Shut. Blotting out whatever Michael Was going to say, "But Sue didn’t need to hear; she knew. “He’s going to tell her what her tattle-tale sister told him. Then he’ll quarrel With her-—perhaps he’ll break the en­ gagement. What have I done?” won­ dered Sue in a panic, “I’ve been a poor sport and a deliberate trou­ blemaker, I’m So ashamed of my­ self! I'll never be able tb look either Of them in the face again.” The tears were gathering in her eyes again, but she winked them away. “Don’t be a cry-baby, too,” she admonished herself, and went with dragging feet back to the un­ finished dishes. The dishes were washed and put away, the plates firmly standing on edge, the cups on their respective hooks. And at the same time, a de- cesion was forming in Sue's mind. A decision that was hard to reach, but in a way, inevitable. “I can’t face either of them again!” she repeated. And that meant only one thing that she mustn’t be here when they came home from the dinner. And that meant— Sue found paper and pen and wrote: “Dear Mom and Cynthia: I’m going away for awhile.'Don’t try to find me. I’ll be back when I can face all of you again,. . . especially Michael. And mom, don’t worry. Sue.” She left the note plainly to be seen on the hall table, slipped into her polo coat, seized her* tan beret, and crept silently out the front door. . . The sky was clear and very dark­ ly blue. There was no moon, but a million little stars twinkled with tireless energy overhead. The breeze was soft and. cool——it was a perfect night to be running away from home. There wasn’t much money in the slim brown purse she carried so tightly under one small arm; five or six dollars, "she estimated in her mind, just what she had saved from here allowance since Easter. Enough for a' day or two—but of course she could find work! “I won’t come back Until after Cyn is married and I have quite a 'bit of money in the bank,” she planned feverishly as she hurried down the dark and palm-bordered street of the quiet suburban town, toward the business district where a. bus or street car could carry her into 'Los Angeles in a few hours. Somehow all the humiliation and self-disgust that "had been torturing her all evening had slid into the background of her mind. Not that it wasn’t still important, but the ex­ citement and novelty of this adven­ ture had superseded it. It was hard to be downcast and ashamed when the whole world was before her, a chance to carve a name for herself, a chance to do or be whatever she chose. And Michael— Oh, blessed big man with the curving lips and smil­ ing eyes! “I'll never forget him, ever,” she thought. “No matter how long I live.” .She neared .another corner. One more long block into the business district. Already it was much light­ er. There was plenty of light, plenty of time for her to stop, look and be careful-. But she didn’t ’ stop nor look. Her feet carried her serenely along, her eyes stared blindly ahead. She stepped from the curbing into the street. The man ip the long gray sedan had been driving merrily along humming tunelessly to himself. His slender brown hands were steady on the steering wheel, his gleaming brown eyes had been. alertly fas­ tened on the road ahead. But he didn’t see the small figure in -the dark coat until it. steppe dotit from dark coat until it stepped out from tree almost directly invhis path. And Sue didn’t see the car, until the two gigantic. and hypnotic head­ lights were bearing down upon her. Then she jumped back, just in time—but she lost her footing and crumpled, a polo-coated little heap against the curbing, she thought instantly, me right—” wasn’t dead, quickly, and up gingerly. The young man applied the brakes with a sickening screech of rubber, skidded to a- stop and scrambled out of the gray sedan. “Lord—if I’ve killed someone—!” he thought frantically and raced back to the spot where the little figure had fallen. He found Sue sitting on the curb, rubbing an aching elbow. “Here—-^re* .<y.oi,i all cried anxiously.' “All right!” yelped been practically . , » Am I all right! And how you, please?” she asked, polite The woyld 4B»'t big enough for a quarter of lift, people to be des­ titute while the other three-quarters live op the fat pf the land- eating drinking and making merry, Years ago people in Europe could die of hunger or perish for lack of warm clothing and hear about them, so didn’t bother us. We haven’t that excuse ____ Planes and radio have brought us together and whether we like it or not, we’re neighbors to Europe while China stands across the Pacific only ..a few hours flight away, ' It takes less time to come from Europe now than it did a few years ago to visit your sister in the next township or the next village. Horse and buggy days have given place to planes and the ancient question “Who is thy neighbor” is harder to answer now than it was two thous­ and years ago. No——the world isn’t big enough for us to shut our ears to that voice that comes right into our own living room, speaking with a falter­ ing accent, asking us to remember please, their children, too when we buy clothing for our own this spring, Oh no—they’re not asking us for NEW clothing, only our leftovers— when we get new ones for ourselves and our families. There was no Easter Parade this year -jn Europe. If there had been it would be enough to break your heart, Rags and tatters fluttering in the wind , . . barefoot children . . . old haggard men and hopeless women, shuffling along staring with blank dark eyes down the rubble strewn street truly a parade to make the tinsels weep, Canada had a clothing collection last October when more than 12 million pounds were collected and shipped overseas. From June 17th to June 22th there will be another when we hope to do even better.. It’s so little to give—just the out­ grown, out-of-date clothing you no longer wish to wear or have any pse for- There are no “sizes” in Europe, mothers over there are telling us to “send anything,” they can make it over to fit someone. Here is a list of what is most urgently needed: suits, overcoats, uniforms, work clothes for men and boys, infants’ wear of all types, coats, dresses, aprons and smocks for girls and women, shoes in pairs (tied securely with string), caps, felt hats, knitted headwear, gloves and mitts, wpolen socks, underclothing, piece goods, blankets, sheets, remnants. AU washable things should be clean, other garments need not be dry- cleaned, Collection of Clothing This will be done according to arrangements set up by local com­ munity committees. Little Notes of Goodwill A little cheerful note of goodwill and good wishes may be sent with your bundle. These people are des­ perately in need of plain human sympathy. They've come through 11101'6 til"WO’ll 6V6r know and the friendly note will tell them we think of them and wish them well. Remember the date, June 17 to to June 29th due June 1949 HAVE BEEN CALLED FOR PAYMENT JUNE 1st 1946 Painful, Pus Filled Boils the Cause of Much Misery one another crops up to take its place and prolong your misery. All the lancing .and poulticing you’ can do may not stop more coming. To help overcome boils you should purify the blood, so why not give that ,old, reliable blood medicine, Burdock Blood Bitters, a chance to snow what it xyiU do Ip helping you get rid of them? Thousands have used it for this purpose fojr'the past 60 years. Why not you? * ' The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. s // 7*3? 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