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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-01-16, Page 6up J. H. CRAWFORD shall." Wingham Ontario Telephone No. 66 let S. HEALTH SERVICE OF lay of PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON see it in a typhoon, breaking against the R. S. HETHERINGTON .BARRISTER and SOLICITOR Office — Morton Block. Admiral Mineo Osumi, LEFT, min­ ister of the navy, and General Sadao Araki, member of the supreme war council, were elevated to the peerage Barrister, Solicitor, Notary* Etc. Successor to R. Vanstone. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A Thorough knowledge of Farm Stock. PhonC 231* Wingham. Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (England) L.R.C.P. (London) '. ... ' . , ■ / DR. W. M. CONNELL PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phone 19. J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan. Office — Meyer Block, Wingham Successor to Dudley Holmes. H. W. COLBORNE. M.D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEQN Medical Representative D. S. C. R. Phone 54. Wingham WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES SYNOPSIS: . . . A luxurious five- month erpise around the world aboard the “Marenia" brings together a group of ■ passengers for adventures, romantic, entertaining , and tragic »■ * . Like in “Grand Hotel" these pas­ sengers offer a study in human ac­ tions and reactions, which uncon­ sciously bare their souls.^. , These characters are aboard the^hip: Mac­ duff, dour Scotchman, single, of mid­ dle age; Miss Mudge, school teacher, spending the savings of 20 'years; Angela, faithful wife of Loyat, gigolo; Dick Charlton, first officer; Claire, a person of experience; Joan, a dissi­ pated flapper; Jenny, run-away wife, and Peter; Captain Baring, master of the ship . , . and his soul. . . NOW, GO ON WITH THE STORY.♦ * * * FOURTH INSTALMENT The Red Sea stretched like a velvet carpet under a sky studded with stars. ■“Venus!" said Jenny, looking upward. “I always know it because of its transluscence, and it seems so much closer to the earth than the others.' I used to watch it over the river at Little Oaks, and' now I’m seeing it near Aden with you!" She clung to the rail, her figure en­ veloped in a dim blue haze. She lis­ tened to the swish of the boat through the water, and watched its trail of foam. The funnels rose like black towers, pouring a stream of smoke into the night. It was hot in a smooth and milky way. She threw off her wrap and clutched at her throat Peter slid his hand along the rail and'caught her fingers. Strange, isn’t it?” Jenny whisper- Why strange?” “I feel as if we were all alone in the night and very far from everyone. I’m rather afraid.” “Afraid of what?” She shuddered and pressed close to his side. There were moments when one was alone in all the universe, when there was no aid, no commun­ ion, any where, but how could one convey this sense of isolation, even to the man one loved? She sank to a deck chair and lay looking up at the stars.’ For an hour they seemed to be racing through foam under a can­ opy that reached to infinity. ’’‘What a fine sense of exhilaration one gets on the top deck!" said Peter, turning from the rail to look at the silent Jenny. “But I wish we were having a roaring storm; this is so tame. I like the fury of the sea. You have never been in a real storm, have you, Jenny?" “No, never. I wonder if I should mind." I think you wouldn’t like it, for BIRTHDAY GREETINGS ON WINGS An admirer of Betty Bamcss* the screen actress conteived the hovel idea of sending; het hitthday gteet- ings by wrier pigeon and iff the ab you’re not attuned to wildness. Your mind and your body are passive." He bent over her till, her hair drift­ ed across his mouth with a sharp fra­ grance. Hex- face was part of the night. For a moment he thought her a perfect stranger—so shadowy and remote! What did she dream of all the time? Why could he never reach the core of Jenny’s thoughts? Why did she shut him out? He looked down the dim corridors of the future and wondered fif he had made a mis­ take in taking her from her husband and home. Half of the time he forced to comfort and reassure and she paid for a moment of ture with hours of futile regret. She turned to him suddenly, voice edged with pain. “You’re think­ ing of the future, aren't you, Peter?" "I was thinking of you." “I know—the two of us together. How do you think it will be—after-* wards, when all this is over?” This won’t come to a sudden stop Jenny. Our happiness will continue." “It’s peaceful here tonight, but I’m afraid of what time will do to us, Peter.” was** ' ■■her, rap- her Peter followed her down to their stateroom. “Rubbish! You’re carrying your troubled self too far from home.” Clare and Jenny went pacing by. Peter turned his head to watch the sweep of the figure in violet chiffon. Her shoulders swayed as she moved; she held, her chin like a bird in flight. He was now abstracted, puffing at his cigarette. Jenny’s voice was crossing his thoughts. “I’m hypnotized by the sea, Peter. ovc picture the star is shown with the winged messenger of “Many hap­ py returns" It’s like a song in my heart, rhythmic and never ending, Look at the queer glow on the horizon!" “You never know what, you are go­ ing to encounter in this region. I've seen the Red Sea churned like a mass of foaming devils, and again as calm as a pane of glass. But it’s not a patch on the China Sea, which is al­ ways an ugly sight,” They went down to their stateroom and Jenny emerged slowly from her taffeta. “You make me think of a white peony,” said Peter, as her ruffled frock fell to her feet, “so pale, so dreamy, so fragile, as if each petal would' drop off with a breath.". He kissed her neck and behind her ears; he ran his fingers down to her slend­ er wrists. “And your skin is as soft as a peony petal, and your eye are' as blue as the sea at noonday ,and I .love you very much!" He caught her in his arms Jenny’s head drooped against chest with fluttering eagerness, kissed her throat and the blue of her eyes and then her mouth, colour stirred slowly in her creamy cheeks and her lips grew scarlet and full, “Peter, I adore you," she whispered dragging herself from a deep abyss to meet his love with her own pale ar­ dour. “But-, my dear, you’re so far away.”- Peter’s lips were against her mouth. “It’s like calling a ghost back to my embrace. I feel, when I possess you, that you’re perched on a distant mountain, looking on. Darling, wak'e up! Love me as I love you." Jenny heard his words in a dream. Why did he bother to talk? It was true what he was saying—she was re­ mote, alone on a mountain-top. She could see the bluish line of his half­ closed eyes, and his hair damp on his brow. Why did she feel so soothed instead of the stinging pain of love? It seemed as if she were back in the dhoby on the Nile, and she felt that she must be swooning. “Jenny, Jenny darling! Where are you? Oh, my love!” Peter was calling to her from a long distance, pain in his voice. She could hear the swish of. the water out­ side the porthole. The light of the moon lay wan on the floor of her stateroom. Jenny’s eyelids lifted. She was back from the distant places and was holding Peter in her arms. How she adored him! He was breathing gently and dropping off to sleep. She stroked his face like a mother with a child. “Jenny darling!” he murmur­ ed through sleepy lips. She lay in a trance, hour after hour, her eyes fix­ ed on the pencil of moonlight that pierced the porthole. * * « Five days later the Merenia steam­ ed into the wide, flat harbour of Bom­ bay. The Apolla Bunder, gateway to India, rose magnificent against a fleckless stretch of blue. A heat haze shimmered over the waters, and small craft sped like white-winger birds to their destinations. Angela stood on the top deck and watched the city taking shape at the water’s edge. Far to the left she could see a fringe of green — Malabar Hill, overhanging Bombay, The ship heaved and turned to a peaceful anchorage. A tender came puffing importantly to her side. When the boat ceased throbbing at last, An­ gela’s ears continued to drum, a faint echo that would not leave her. The chief officer came strolling to her side. “Good-morning, Mrs. Wynant." “Good-morning, Mr. Charlton.” “Well, it’s India at last. I must confess I like it as little as any coun­ try I know." “I like it, nevertheless." “You should with the water Bunder." “Perhaps we “Not a chance at this time of year, Well, I’ve got to be going about my business." Dick Swung off, and Angela went down to the lower deck to get on the tender. Her fellow passengers were tired and sulky today. There had been a dance the night before. She stepped ashore, and the first of the fakirs crossed her path, with his snake and mongoose already in ac­ tion* It amused her to watch him, though she saw at once that it was the old game. The shake was not kill­ ed, but was popped surreptitiously Into the sack for further use. ' Angela sauntered undef her para­ sol* alive to the drama abound het When she had had enough, she took a car and dtove to the Towers of Silence. There, from the Hahging Gardens, she could see the toofs of Bombay, flat arid white, stretching: along the ocean front The Matenib was a dot in the distance. Angela thought of Loyat. What could she get him that would interest him at all? Something for his own adornment would please him most, al­ though it was difficult to pick up suitable gifts for a smart young man- about-town. She sighed and noticed that Peter had walked into the lounge with Clare. He looked more bronzed than ever in his white rajah suit. She was radiant in cream-coloured silk, a few shades lighter than her tanned skin. There was no sign of Jenny, They found a quiet corner under the palms and ordered drinks, Peter leaned over the table and talked hard to Clare, whose lashes fluttered as she listened to what he said. He was so absorbed that he had no eyes for any- one else in the lounge. Johnny walked into the lounge and glanced in the direction of Peter and Clare, He seemed aggrieved, and Angela, watching him, felt a little sympathetic as he stood uncertainly at the door. At last he came over to her table and, drowned his pique in one cocktail after another. A flush Angela though tof Lovat — what to get him that would interest him. crept dp on his face as he kept his 1 gaze on Clare, who was chatting in the most intimate way with Peter. “Where’s the lovely Mrs. Rumford today?" he enquired, like one who must torment himself. “I haven’t seen her at all," Angela told him. “I was the only one of our lot to come ashore on the tender;’’ “Perhaps she overslept—like me.” “Oh, cheer, up, Johnny! Things are not so bad,” Angela remarked, star­ ing' at his clouded face. Her atten­ tion wandered around the room. There was Macduff, staring into space and high-hatting the world with the aid of a stiff drink. And here came Jenny, straying into the room with her usual lost air. Her expression in a mirror as her glance rested on Pet­ er and Clare, was tinged with a flush of surprise, ' and she looked like a bird that has been winged. She mow, ed straight over to the fable, dragging a long white scarf behind her. '“Peter, I overslept. I’m sorry you didn’t waken me.” He sprang to his feet. “You look­ ed so exhausted, Jenny so I. just let you sleep. You didn’t mind rriy com­ ing on without you, did you? I was going back to get you for luncheon.” “Not a scrap, Peter. Good-morning, Mrs. Langford.” “Hello, Mrs. Rumford! What a gorgeous shade of green you’re wear­ ing! It’s just like turf, and suggests a lawn in this dusty part of the world. Clare’s voice was flattering, but Jenny .shrank from the personal note. She regarded her as ai\ absolute .stranger. "Well, I’m lunching with Johnny," said Clare, lightly. “I must be get­ ting along." Then* turning to Peter, “You win." “We’ll have to discuss it again,” he said, freezing his voice; but Jenny was inattentive. Clare strolled over, to the other ta­ ble. “I’m famished for lunch," she an­ nounced. “I, want some curry, John­ ny. We’re entering the area of star­ vation now.” “Sorry, I’m lunching here with Others." He was staring at her xyitli a tragic air. Secretly Clare hoped that he. wouldn’t cut his throat or jump into the ocean. Stupid infant* she’d teach him a lesson. She leaned over and purred: “All right, Johnny; it doesn’t matter a bit. I want to go back to the boat in any event* and look up Mr. Charlton. So long, Hope you enjoy your curry." “Damn!" muttered Johnny, and her go, * * ♦ All afternoon the Merenia peacefully at anchor, with most her passengers ashore. They were shopping and seeing the sights. Joan had slept all day, and wakened Just hi time to have her cocktails be* fore dinner. She was going to remain behind because she knew that Dick would not be .leaving the boatw Three hours later she was ebming out of the bar when she saw him mak- Ing for his stateroom. She knew that she was not supposed to go near his quarters; that nothing would offend him more. It was hard to forget the sizzling words he had tossed at her for breaking in on him the night she had been so drunk that she had tried rip off her frock in the bar-room. (Continued Next Week) to a health service of THE CANAPIAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION AND LIFE! INSURANCE COMPANIES IN CANADA DEAFNESS Social life, whether in or out of the home, depends largely upon a free exchange of ideas and thoughts through the spoken word. Any mark­ ed degree of deafness is a barrier to normal social life. It is from adulfcs that we usually hear the first complaints of increas­ ing difficulty in hearing^ This diffi­ culty in hearing may arise from what is known as progressive catarrhal deafness, so-called permanent deaf­ ness or ostosclerosis, or nerve deaf­ ness. With regard to the first cause — progressive catarrhal deafness — it is generally agreed that while the hearing difficulty first became evident in adult life, it had its beginning in childhood. Preventive measures, if they are to be of value, must begin in the early years of life, seeking to prevent, to 'correct or to overcome those conditions which are so often the origin of ear trouble .in later years. The common cold does not kill, but it does do a frightful amount of damage in addition to the discomfort for which it is responsible. Diseased tonsils and adenoids are frequently the cause of recurring head colds and such recurring colds often mean that the eustachian tube, connecting the middle ear and throat, is more or less blocked. Diseased teeth, infected sinuses, in­ deed any infection-may be the source from which infection spreads to the ears. Structural defects of the nose itself or of parts adjacent to the nose, which cause an obstruction of the nose and res-ult in faulty nasal breath­ ing, may lead to trouble in the ears. Any blocking in the nose interferes with the normal secretion of the mu­ cous glands in the lining of the nose; this encourages a growth of bacteria, and a chronic infection may result which tends to spread to the ears. Enough has been said to show that the prevention of deafness in adult life begins with maintaining the health of the nose, mouth and throat of the child. The respiratory gate­ way to the body suffers from a num- Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. ABNER COSENS, Agent. Wingham. W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Located at the office of the late Dr. j. P. Kennedy. Phone 150 Wingham HEAD JAPAN'S FIGHTING FORCES ber of disabilities, chief among which is the common cold, not- usually ser­ ious in itself when it occurs but al­ ways serious in the results to which, particularly, if neglected, it may lead. Children should be taught to blow the nose gently. 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