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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1946-06-06, Page 9THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, JUNE 1946 ‘SISTERS IN LOVE’ By KATHLEEN MILLER The story thus far; Sue Francis has fallen in 10Ye with Michael Burke, who in turn falls in love with Sue’s older sister, Cynthia, to whom he becomes engaged. Sue is angry and jealous because of los ing Michael to Cynthia. There is to be an announcement party given at the home of “Aunt Sally/’ a dear friend of the Francis family, Cyn thia has been married before to a dissolute actor, but is divorced. Sue learns that Michael has not been told of this marriage. She tells him herself; then, ashamed of ,her jealousy, she decides to run away, Crossing a street at night, she is knocked down by a car driv en by a strange young man, in-—in Lo$ Angeles. And this town is rather—godforsaken, isn’t it? I was just visiting—” Calm down, sister, she told herself, or ! know you're lying, “J was pn way home,” ■to make amends for assassination”’—and flashed again—“let there, will you?” don’t know—” -Sue lie’ll ■ my CHAPTER IV He was a tall young man, this person who' had been driving the ; gray sedan that had come so near to being a death car, and the street lights showed him to be darkly handsome. But Sue scowled at him. “You might have killed me,” she said resentfully. “And my moth er wouldn’t have liked it/' She ceased rubbing the bruised elbow, and stretched her slender legs out before her, wriggling her toes soli citously. They were all right, but it was a miracle. “I’m sorry. But I’m afraid your mother hasn’t trained you very well. Didn’t she‘ever tell you to look up and down before crossing a street? ■If I’d killed you, it would have blighted my 'young life — and no fault of my own either.’’ The young man didn’t sound a bit penitent. “Here—” He reached for her hands and pulled her to her feet. “Stand up, and let’s see what the damage is.” Sue could stand up. That was another miracle. Her rumpled brown head — minus the beret, which lay crushed against the street —-reached nearly to the top button of the young man's vest. “Hey!” he cried un “You're just a kid. I an thought you were older—” “I am older, (At least ten years older than I was a few minutes ago. So what?” Sue was unforgiv ing. She began to beat the dust from her brown polo coat with two sinall'and emphatic fists. The young man retrieved the crumpled beret, and began shaking it vigorously. “Sorry about this,” he said, “Is it ruined?” “No,” said Sue, and took it from his hand. “It’s all right,” Then laughing, a bit ruefully. “I’m sorry, too,” she said. “I’ve been acting like a pig. It’s really all right. It wasn’t your fault.” The young man grinned, a quick and wholly likable grim He had dark eyes that crinkled at the cor ners, lean brown cheeks and a wide and generous mouth. “Swell. That’s more like it,” he said. He held out his hand. “Shake? Friends?” he hsked. Sue shook hands solemnly. “Sure. Friends. My name's—Mary Lane.” That wasn’t a bad name, to have been thought up on the spur of the moment, she reflected. She might as well keep on using it. “Mine’s Carey Andrews. And I’m in this godforsaken town to watch a man take a fatal leap. Oh, I say!” he exclaimed in quick chagrin, -“I shouldn’t have said that—perhaps you live here?” "No-—no, I don't live here, I live CHESTERFIELDS and ' OCCASIONAL CHAIRS Repaired and Re-covered, Free Pick-up and Delivery Stratford Upholstering Co. (Successors to the Clifford Upholstering Company! 42 Brunswick Street STRATFORD Phone 579 Enquire at Hopper-Hockey Furniture Store Exeter a Nagging, Dragging Pains In the Back “Then- attempted wid© grin drive you "Oh, I Sldered. “Your mother told you never to ride with strange men. I know. But I’m perfectly harmless—4f you’re in the car with me, and not out in front of me on the road. Please. I’ll feel better about it if I deliver you safely home.” “Well—” The money saved on carfare might buy another meal, she reflected. And the man certain ly looked nice enough. Young and straight and clean-looking. “All right,” she said, and smiled until both dimples danced in her cheeks. “Thank you, so much—if ft isn’t out of your way.” “Not in the least,” lied the young man cheerfully, “Just going into the city to see a show. Do you want to wait here while I back up car?” “Oh, no!” Sue was absurdly out about that, “I can walk, not crippled. The young-man laughed and took hold of her elbow in a large mas culine hand. “We’ll both thank our lucky stars that you aren’t,” he said. “But at least lean on me. Are you quite sure you’re not hurt?” Sue took a few experimental steps to find out. “Absolutely not!” she , assured him. “My feet still track, no wobbly knees, no limp. And I can dispense with your hand on my elbow.” "Independent little cuss, aren’t you?” But he didn’t seem to mind; he was grinning, and he opened the car door with a flourish. “Step into my palatial chariot, madam. Allez oop!” It was a beautiful car, expensive and luxurious in a quiet way. Sue settled back against the upholstery with a sigh of content. She was more shaken that she would have liked to admit; hei' knees were a bit wobbly,, in spite of hei' brave words. “Lived in Los Angeles long?” he asked then. It was a stock ques tion in California; for, of course, few in California were natives of the state. They were always from Iowa or Kansas or South Dakota or somewhere else. Sue had lived long enough to find that out. “I’ve lived in California all .my life,” she answered truthfully. “For years and years and years, then,” said her new chauffeur solemnly. "In fact, you might be said to be an old-timei' out here. One of the early settlers.” “Huh!” said Sue frigidly, and moved over into hei’ own corner. “You don’t look so darn old your self!” she wanted to point out vio lently, but that would only make him think she was as young as she looked. “I’ll be 21 next'November!” she said. They arrived in Los Angeles in a state of armed neutrality. At least that was the way Sue felt about it. Her opinion, boiled down to its es sentials, would have been the old childish taunt: "Thinks he’s smart!” She phrased it to herself like this: “Spoiled and dreadfully conceited. And I thought he was nice!” They were sliding into the city. “Say where from here,” besought the young man. “I don’t know this town at all.” "Really!” said Sue% “And I was beginning to think ‘there wasn’t anything you didn’t know.” “Ouch!” said Carey Andrews, and humped over the steering wheel. "Spare me, lady. Do I "really de serve that?” "You got it anyway,” said Sue firmly. But inside she was begin ning to quake. She didn’t know this town much better than Carey Andrews did! “You can turn right here,” she hazarded. Somewhere along this street was a hotel that one of her college chums had said was quiet and cheap. “My folks al ways go there,” Rosemarie Law rence had said, “but I think it’s a dump. More like a morgue.” ,Still it . was the only place Sue could think of—at least it was cheap. Monterey Arms—yes, that was it. “My people are at the Monterey Arms/’ she told him. “Until we can find another apartment.” “Straight ahead?” asked young man, “Yes-—on the left-hand side/ pretty soon there it was. Looking ‘ more pretentious than Sue remem bered. “Thank you— I’ll just get out here. It was awfully nice of you.” the young man Sue to the side- at her gravely. Lane.” Andrews. the the me con- the put I’m Cynthia’s white face wore a look of mingled triumph and black au ger, hut . *..... ‘ , '/ rumpled red head and gazed at her her face • - “Shall we go in, Michael, dear?” ^“Let’s—” And hand in hand they walked to th©, front door. “Coming in, aren’t you?” “Yes, for a minute. But kiss me—” After a pause,, he tenderly: “Everything’s all now, isn't it? Say you love darling.” “Of course J do, Michael, everything’s grand.” When they opened the door Francis caller fretfully from stairway; “Sue! Is that you, ‘Susie?” “Mom—it's me; It’s >Cyn — and Michael. Isn’t Sue home?” “No, she isn’t!’ Mom came town two .steps, She was wearing a dark flannel dressing gown, and she looked small and somehow -pathetic, “I lay down to rest a moment, and I must have dozed off. When I woke up, she was gone. Do you thjnk something’s happened—?” “No, mom, Qf course not!” Cyn thia's smooth voice was reassuring. “Let's go look in her room. Perhaps she left a note. But I imagine she’s run over to one of her friends' houses. I’ll be only a moment, Mi chael. Mom worries hex* head off, you know,” slip added in an under tone. “Sure. Run along,” And ‘Michael strolled indolently toward the liv ing room. A flash of white on the hall table caught his eyes. A white envelope saying merely: “Mom,” “Hum!” he said, and pursed his lips for a soundless whistle. As his long fingers reached for the en velope, the door clicked behind him, Footsteps hurried across the floor anj the letter was lifted neatly from under his hand, “Hello, Michael,” said Sue breath lessly. “Beautiful evening, isn’t it?” The man revolved slowly on his heel and looked at her. “I was just saying- something like that to my self. Lovely night for a murder. Or for writing farewell notes or doing desperate things.” “Morbid, aren’t you?” the envelope safely She didn’t meet his “Running away, His voice was soft. ’’Was ,1?” Sue snapped shut the purse and faced him, “Sue!” said her mother’s voice thankfu-lly. And Mrs. Francis ap peared at the head of the stairs, with Cynthia behind her. “Where have you been? I was so worried!” “I’m sorry, Mom, I—You were asleep, so I went riding. I didn’t | mean to be gone so long—” i “Well, after all, Susie!” said Cyn thia pettishly, “You might have left a note!” “So I might,” said Sue shortly. “What she means is that notes are scarcely in her line,” said Michael dryly. “But I must go. Goodnight, Mrs. Francis. ’Night Sue.” “I’ll go to the cai’ with Michael.” Cynthia slipped hei’ ers under his arm and went him to the door. “Good night, Michael,” said when Michael turned his melted lute a smile. Sue into her eyes, weren’t the And Annual W.C.T.U. Convention is Held in Main Sfreet United Church first asked right me, And Mrs. the tucked purse. you?’’ Th© annual Convention of the Women’© Christian Temperance Union was held in Main Street United Church, Exeter, Tuesday afternoon, May 28 th, With unions represented from Wingham, Gode rich, Exeter and Hensail. The church was lovely with iris, tulips and lilac blooms. Mrs. R, a« Brook, County president, presided. Th© devotional period was in charge of Wingham union, The guest speaker, Mrs, Beth McKay, travelling field secretary for Ontario, addressed the gathering and for her theme chose, “Where are your feet taking you”, presenting a very forceful and informative address, in which she deplored the lack of principle and a lack of Bible knowledge so evi dent among the young people of to day. Mora) standards must be kept up, She stated that the need of young people is great today, their leadership is needed, they are need ed in the churches, Sunday schools and all organizations. The enemy , stalking youth today everywhere is “alcohol.” In hei' closing remarks she said that with God’s strength, and with his inspiration we can run the race. Mrs. Maude Hedden and Mrs. George Hess, of Hensail, ren dered a duett; with Miss Gladys panjst. Reports L.T.L., Miss Eva ter; Evangelistic, Hensail; Press, Mrs. Hedden, Hen sall; Treasurer's report was given by Miss Lewis, of Wingham; Sol diers and Sailors, Mrs. Janes, Gode rich; Anto-Narcotic, Mrs. -W. C. Pearce, Exeter; Miss Gladys Luker, of Hensail, rendered a pleasing piano solo, “0 Happy Day”. A mem- oriam service was held for two de parted members and in their mem ory Mrs. Hedden and Mrs. Hess sang, “Beyond the Sunset, and flowers placed by Miss A. Consitt. The nominating committee present ed the slate Of officers for 1946-47 and the following will form tno slate: Honorary presidents, Miss Jean Murray, Hensall; Mrs. John ston, Goderich; president, Mrs. R. A. Brook, Hensall; first vice-pres., Mrs. Coller, Wingham; second vice- pres., Mrs. Janes, Goderich; third vice-pres., Mrs. Fields, Wingham; treasurer, Miss Lewis, Wingham; corresponding secretary, Mrs. J. P. Cantelon, Goderich; _ retary, Miss A. Consitt, Hensall;;and Rev. R. A. Brook, of Hensall, and appointments of superintend-) was appointed a member of the jents are as follows: Evangelistic, .Ministerial Stipends committee ' at Mrs. E. Geiger, Hensall; anti-nar-. the conference last week. The Saviour for me” 'Luker as accent' were presented: Fenrose, of Exe- Mrs. E. Geiger, coties, Mrs. W. C, Pearce, Exeter;; flower mission, Mrs, Qousens, Wing ham; Publicity and Social, Mrs. Phillips, Goderich; Press, Mrs. Maude Hedden, Hansail; Temper ance in Sunday School, Mrs. Raitli- by, Wingham; Travellers Aid, Mrs, Howell, Goderich; Soldiers and Sailors, Mrs, Janes, Goderich. The convention closed with a hymn and prayer .by Rev., Janes, of Goderich, A most delicious supper wag served by the ladies of Main Street, the tea tables lovely centred with vases of lily of th© valley. At the tea table the following resolutions were ac cepted: 1. Resolved: That we commend the Hon. Leslie Blackwell, Attorney- General of Ontario, for his assur ance that the Canada Temperance Act will be strictly enforced in our Country. 2. That we call upon the Govern ment to immediately instruct the Provincial Police regarding their duties in enforcing the Temperance Acts. 3. That this Convention place en tirely on record as strongly object-1 ing to the introduction in the >Prov-1 Ince of new outlets for the sale of Liquor such as cocktail bars. 4. That we very much regret women’s beverage rooms were discontinued as requested by large petitions presented to Legislature -by representative socie ties, 5. That the so-called good will and advertisements of the 'Canadian Breweries as appearing in our daily and weekly press be discontinued by Government orders. 6. That copies of the above be sent to the Premier and Attorney- General. 7. That we heartily thank the Ontario Temperance Federation for so ably defending the validity of the Canada Temperance Act before the ‘Privy Council. 8. That we pledge our societies to the heartiest co-operation with the Huron Temperance Federation for a strict and impartial enforce ment of the Temperance laws in ef fect in our County. ------- -------------------«• Member of Committee Rev. N. J. Woods, of Exeter, was appointed a member of the London committeerecording sec- ; Conference boundaries Consitt, IZ__~ ~ ' you, fing- with Many women have to do their own housework, and the constant bend ing oyer, lifting, making beds, sweeping, ironing, sewing, so neces sary to perform tlioir household, duties puts a heavy strain On the back and kidneys, and if there were no kidney wealmess the back would bo strong and well. . Doan’s Kidney Dills help to give relief to weak, backache, Iddney suf fering women, Doan’s Kidney Dills ate put up in an oblong grey bos? With our trade mark a “Maple Leaf” on the wrapper, bDon’t accept a Substitute. Be * Sure and get “Doan’s.” 1'ho T. Milburn Co., Ltd., Toronto, Ont. “I catch,” said slowly. He helped walk and looked “Good-night, ‘Miss' “Goodnight, Mr. thank you, So much.” As she watched the long sedan swing away from th© Stic experienced a desolate feeling of aloneness. “Goodness!" she thought in a burst of panic, “there’s no one—not a soul I can turn to—. But what difference does It make, Sue Francis?” and asked herself sternly; and with head high and quaking knees held stiff, she walked into the lighted foyer, Two hours later Michael’s un- secretariai roadster was pulling up in front of the Francis home. Both the occupants had been riding in silence. For an instant they sat duietiy, not looking at each other; And gray curb, “Good night, Michael,” said Mrs. Francis. “Susie, Tod was here. He said you had promised to go to a movie.” “I forgot it completely. Was he angry?” asked Sue eagerly. “Fie did seem hurt, after he had waited for nearly an hour.” "Hurt, was he? Well, at least my evening wasn’t entirely wasted. 'Night, mom”—and Sue dropped a kiss on her mother’s cheek, and sped up the stairs. "I wish you wouldn’t worry about me,” she said at the top. “I’m not worth it.” After she had closed hei' bedroom door, she stood leaning against it, staring into the darkness before snapping on the light. The reales! thing about the whole mixed-up evening was the short time she had spent in the bleak hotel room, sit ting gingerly on the edge of the cotton spread of the bed, staring at the flowered wall-paper. She had seen herself then with a dreadful clarity. Selfish, childish and cowardly. "Grow up, why don’t you?” she had advised herself. To face the consequences of hex* own foolishness was the adult way; to run away was infantile. So back she had come, And Michael was the only one who knew. Except, of course, a black-headed stranger who was only a hazy mem ory ... Right at that moment, Michael was swinging the roadster toward the Martin garage. Hurriedly he jammed on the brakes and swore. There was another car in the drive way, a gray sedan that was some how familiar. But he scrambled out, and nearly rocketed into a tall figure standing in the darkness. “Hey, there!” called a voice and a,. strong hand pumped his enthu siastically. A wide grin in a dark’ face . . . “Carey, by all that’s holy! A fa miliar face in a strange land! Slow’s mother? How’S—’’ “One at a time, Mike! How’s yourself? I am the personal rep resentative Of the (Combined Burke and Andrews clans, I bring greet ings and best wishes and I’m to stand up for you at your wedding. That is, if you need someone to stand up for you in this town-—” “I can use a best man and that’s a fact!’’’ laughed Michael excitedly, “And/ Carey—the bridesmaids are something to look forward to, Es pecially one—Cynthia’s younger sis ter. 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