The Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-08-20, Page 6PAGK SIX WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, August 20th, 1936-
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J FIRST INSTALMENT
“Guess Dulcie’s got another of her
spells!”8 exclaimed Rod. O’Rorke,
turning with smiling eyes to the girl
at his side as the car came to a sud
den stop. “Well, I’ll soon fix her,”
lie added, Then he pulled his long
legs from beneath the wheel and
swung himself over the battered door.
“It’s a wonder you wouldn’t get a
new car,” Maris Trevor replied, an
unexpected edge in her tones. “This
old. thing's always falling to pieces.”
That jed-haired giant, Rod, opened
the hood of the car, and then let it
fall down as he took a step toward
the girl. “You know why I’m not
(buying any new car, Maris.” There
was a hurt look in his sea-blue eyes.
“You used to like to help me fix
Dulcie,”.
“Oh, well, a girl gets tired doing
that all the time,” Maris replied. Ig
noring the pleading look in his eyes,
;She took out her compact. Calmly,
she powdered her small, straight nose,
and, with her lipstick, accentuated the
lovely outline of her soft lips.
“What’s come over you, sweet
heart?” asked Rod. “Don’t.you love
me any more?” And he imprisoned
her soft hands in his.
“Oh, don’t, Rod, your hands are
dirty!” She quickly pulled hers away.
Rod laughed. “There’s only a little
grease on them. You didn’t used to
mind a thing like that, nor if you got
your own hands black. I can’t under
stand you, Maris darling.”
The girl laughed. “You should,”
she answered, and, as her glance met
his, the tenseness in his face relaxed.
But when she added, “Hurry up and
fix the old bus,” a troubled look came
into Rod’s eyes once more.
He bent over the engine and tink
ered with spark plugs and feed line.
At this point, a look of annoyance
spread over Maris’ fair face while she
took a tiny eyebrow pencil and tou
ched up her straight brows so that
their darkness accentuated the gold
en sheen of her wavy hair. Then,
with moistened finger tips, she curled
.the long, dark lashes that fringed her
big, brown eyes.
Adjusting the tie of her smart print
suit, she slipped her compact into her
"handbag and closed it with a sharp
snap. Then her eyes rested on Rod.
Beads of perspiration dotted his
cheeks, while a black streak furrowed
his forehead where his greasy fing
ers had pushed back the lock of curly
red hair that persisted in falling
which costs him so much.
A frown of annoyance darkened the
girl’s face. Why did Rod insist on
hanging onto the old car? He could
afford a new one if only he weren’t
so crazy about his radio invention,
which cots him so much.
At first it had been fun going out
with him and fixing Dulcie when she
became balky. It gave them a chance
to stop, and then Rod would take
Maris in his arms, kiss her tenderly,
and tell her of his love.
The girl’s eyes softened as she
"watched Rod. She loved him. She'd
At least 26 men and boys wete kill-
ed and many were gravely injured
early Saturday morning, Aug. 15th,
•at a level crossing accident on the
Quebec-Montreal provincial highway,
vrhcti the truck ifi which they were
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by Ruth Harley
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loved him from the very first day she
had met him. In spite of his red hair,
or perhaps because of it, he was a
handsome young man. He was tall
and lean, with flashing sea-blue eyes
and tanned cheeks. He held himself
like a viking of old, she thought.
In the rapturous days that follow
ed their first meeting, Maris told him
a thousand times she didn’t care if
he hadn’t much money. He had ideas,
and as a radio engineer he would
surely cash in on them presently, But
lately that wonderful future seemed
so far away, and now as her eyes
rested on Rod she saw him no longer
with the adoration she had lavished
on him at first, but rather with a
critical eye.
“There,” Rod exclaimed, wiping his
hands on a bit of waste, “guess Dulcie
will make it all right.” Sliding his
long legs over the side of the car, he
seated himself once more beside Mar
is.
“I hope so,” she remarked ungra-
cously.
“Of course she will," insisted Rod,
“Don’t you feel good, honey?” he asked, slipping his arm around her.
with a forced note. of gaiety in his
voice. Just then, after a few cough-
ings and sputterings, the little car
started to speed along the road as
though she were setting .out to win
the Derby.”
But to all Rod’s efforts to get Mar
is to talk, the girl was strangely sil
ent, or gave him quite curt answers.
This was so unlike her usual gay ban
ter that at last he slowed up.
“Don’t you feel good, honey?” he
asked, slipping his arm about her. But
Maris shook herself free.
“You’ll crush my dress, Rod. Of
course I’m all right, but I wish to
goodness you’d a different car.” She
tried to laugh lightly as she finished,
but there was a note of annoyance in
her voice.
“Is that what’s bothering you?”
“Well, isn’t that plenty? Cars are
surely cheap enough,” she declared,
QUEBEC FREIGHT TRAIN KILLS 25 IN LEVEL CROSSING CRASH
riding returning from a Quebec elec
tion campaign meeting, became in*
volved in a collision with a locomo
tive. The accident occurred one mile
from Louisville, Que. Boys of 14 and
elderly men were among those killed.
though deep in her heart she knew
she wasn’t being fair. Rod was sav
ing every penny so he could perfect
the device on which he was working
—a gadget which he was sure would
bring him independence.
There was a hint of reproach in
his voice, when he finally spoke. “I
thought you understood, Maris. Just
as soon as I manage to get the gadget
finished—”
“You’ve been saying that for so
long, Rod,” she interrupted petulantly.
How long did he expect hex’ to
wait? Would he nevei- realize that a
new car now was worth more to her
than the posibility of financial inde
pendence in the future?
Rod looked at her. Then as they
neared Van Cortlandt Park and turn
ed down the street to the apartment
where Maris lived with her friend,
Patsy Desmond, he mumbled thickly,
“There’s someone else?”
For a moment Maris was silent.
Maybe it was just as well to let Rod
think that. Maybe if he thought there
was someone else he would get a new
car. But before she could deny it, he
said, “All right. Now I understand,”
and without another word, hurried to
the curb.
“Aren't you coming in?” asked
Maris.
Rod, laughed. “Not where I’m not
wanted,” he said, his blue eyes flash
ing.
“Oh, well, if that’s how you feel,”
answered Maris, suddenly angry.
She entered the house then and
stepped into the elevator. Her cheeks
were flaming. Evidently Rod didn’t
love her .very much if he could let
her go like that. Well, she would
show him. She had her pride. Maybe
it was a good thing after all. He’d
been so sure of her.
Swiftly in her mind rose the pic
ture of another man—dark-eyed, de-
bonnair, with swell clothes, a Pierce-
Arrow roadster, oodles of money, ev-
The truck was carrying about 40 or
50 riders. Four of the occupants man
aged to escape injury by jumping a
split second before the crash. Many
of the dead, were nearly 100 yards
from the crossing. The truck is
erything a girl would like. His repu
tation-—well, it wasn’t just like Rod’s
. , . But then, this man moved in a
different strata of society.
Her thoughts were swiftly ended.
The door of their apartment had op
ened and Patsy stood there.
“Isn’t Rod coming up? I’ve made
the loveliest dinner for him,” Patsy
announced. A spot of chocolate icing
ornamented her flushed cheeks, while
the heat from the kitchen had twisted
her blue black hair into tiny cork
screw curls about her heart-shaped
face.
“No," answered Maris shortly,
brushing past her.
“You’ve had a scrap?” she asked.
“Oh, honey, didn’t I warn you not
to rouse his Irish? He’s one of us
and you must handle him with kid
gloves. I’m going down to get him,”
and, suiting her action to her words,
she darted down the hall.
“He’ll be gone by now.”
“Not if Dulcie’s cutting up hex- usual
capers.”
“She’s been cutting up all right,”
answered Maris, “but she’s going like
the Royal Scot now, I guess. Never
mind Rod.” The girl pulled off hex-
soft hat and crossed the threshold.'
“He can’t be far away. I’ll bring
him back with me,” called Patsy as
she hastily pressed the elevator1 bell
again,
Five minutes later she re-entered
the apartment. “Well, I guess Rod’s
Irish is up all right. Not a sign of
him anywhere. What did you do to
him?” she asked her friend as she
stood fox* a moment in the doorway.
“Didn’t do a thing to him. But
what’s the use of talking?” Maris
walked toward her dressing table and
Patsy returned to the kitchen.
As 'she stood for a moment before
the mirror, a tiny frown creased hex
forehead. Smoothing it away, she
smiled at her reflection in the mirror,
then steeled, her heart against ail
thoughts of Rod. Picking up her
comb, she quickly pulled it through
her fair wavy hair and set the soft
curls with expert fingers.
Pat would be likely to lecture her,
but she’d stick to her point. Rod
had no right to expect a pretty xgirl
like her to be satisfied with an old
car like his. There were lots of oth
er- young inen who’d be only too glad
to have the chance to date her.
Entering the tiny living room, she
passed through the dining room.
Then, opening the swinging door in
to the kitchen, she asked, “Anything
I can do to help you?”
“Put the water-in the glasses and
.get the butter; then we’re all set.”
“Smells awfully .good!” Maris ex
claimed. “What are we having?” ’
“Roast duck and all the fixings.
It’s a shame there’s only the two of
us after all my work.”
“Well, what about the boy friend?
Why isn’t Jimmy here?”
“Oh, some trouble in the Bronx and
of course he was roped into it. That’s
the worst of being connected with a
telephone company’s trouble depart
ment.’ ’
“But surely he won’t be there all
night. Let’s wait for him.”
“No use doing that. He won’t be
through for hours. Besides, I want
to get back to the hotel early be
cause Marne wants to go to a dance
tonight.”
“Seems to me you and Jimmy are
always doing something for sonje-
showfl being struck squarely by the
locomotive and hurled into ah adjac*
efit field. The truck caught fire as it
came to test ih the field and some of
the victims were burned to death.
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Established 1840.
Risks taken on all classes of insur
ance at reasonable rates.
Head Office, Guelph, Ont
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Wingham.
DR. R. L. STEWART
PHYSICIAN
Telephone 29.
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M.R.C.S. (England)
L.R.C.P. (London)
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
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PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
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Phone 150 Wingham
body else. Why don’t you ever think
of yourself, Pat?” asked Maris as she
got the butter and water from the ice
box.
Pat smiled. “Well, isn’t that what
we’re here for?” she answered gaily,
and looking at her, Maris realized
why she had made such a success of
her job as telephone operator at the
Vanguard Hotel. The management
was crazy about her, and she could
have had it lots easier, but she was
a beaver for work.
Pat was a slight girl, with laugh
ing hazel eyes and masses of blue
black hair that curled naturally about
her shell-like ears and smooth fore
head. She was engaged to Jimmy
Doyle, and Maris had a sneaking idea
they were waiting to be married after
they knew what she, Maris, was go
ing to do.
“It’s too bad Rod missed this,” sxtid
Pat. “I really got the duck because
he said he was hungry for one.”
“Oh, he’ll get over that, and lots
of other things!” Maris spoke lightly.
But she could not deceive Patsy,
who exclaimed, “Look here, Maris, I
know it’s none of my business, but
since you’ve been working at Fay-
son’s you’ve been different. Come on,
spill the beans.”
“There aren’t any to be spilled.”
“Sure you’re not interested in some
of their smart salesmen?”
Maris smiled a Mona Lisa smile,
and she cruxnbled a roll without an
swering. Then she glanced* up bright
ly. “Oh, no!” was all she remarked.
“Seems to me you’ve been all ex
cited since you told.me young Fay-
son had started to work for his dad
and was going to revolutionize the
piece goods business.”
“Well, Stanley’s Fayson’s certainly
some bright boy,” conceded Maris.
“That’s all right, but take it from
me, a fellow like that isn’t going-to
waste- his time on a stenographer—■
not that I’m looking down on your
job—but, Maris, why do you waste
your time thinking about him?” she
asked.
(Continued Next Week)
Proprietor of Teeswater Hotel Fined
Fines totalling $676.70 were impos
ed in Magistrate F. W. Walker’s pol
ice court, Walkerton, on two offend
ers of the Liquor Act. Charles Haz-
enflug, of Kitchener, was fined $659.-
10 and Alex, Lambertus, proprietor
of the Vendome Hotel in Teeswater,
was assessed $107.65. The charges
arose out of a raid made on the hotel
July 1st when a big firemen’s cele
bration was in progress in the local
option village of Teeswater.
Pro Hockey Players
To’ Play Softball
■Sporting fans in Listowel are soon
to be treated to an outstanding event
when Kuntz’s brewery brings its all-
star softball team, ’composed of pro
fessional hockey players, here, for an
exhibitian game with a picked Lis
towel team, The game is scheduled
to be played on Wednesday after-
Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A.
PHYSICIAN And SURGEON
Located at the Office of the Late
Dr. H. W. Colborne.
Office Phone 54. Nights 107
J. W. BUSHFIELD
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Money to Loan.
Office — Meyer Block, Wingham
Successor to Dudley Holmes.
J. H. CRAWFORD _
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Successor to R. Vanstone.
Wingham Ontario
R. S. HETHERINGTON
BARRISTER and SOLICITOR
Office — Morton Block.
Telephone No. 66
F. A. PARKER
OSTEOPATH
, All Diseases Treated.
Office adjoining residence next to
Anglican Church on Centre St.
Sunday by appointment.
Osteopathy Electricity
Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m.
noon, August 26th‘, starting at 5.15
p.m. -sharp.
Barn Burns in Grey Township
A large bank barn on the farm of
Richard Jacklin, eighth concession of
Grey Township, about two miles
north of Brussels, was completely de
stroyed by fire early Thursday night.
Twenty hogs, ready for market, seven
young calves, and the season’s crop
of hay and grain were lost in the
blaze. Mr. Jacklin was unable to esti
mate the loss, but it is covered by
insurance. Threshing operations had
been in progress during the afternoon.
The oat crop had been threshed, and
the straw blown into the barn. The
threshing outfit had been gone only
a few minutes when the blaze broke
out. Efforts to save the building were
futile.
Celebrated 80th Birthday
On Wednesday afternoon last week
a pleasant birthday party was held at
the home of Mr. and Mrs. Telford
Nixon, of Auburn, in honox* of* the
80th birthday of James Snell. Besides
his immediate family, friends and re
latives were present from Londes-
boro, Kinburn, Toronto, Oyin, Alber
ta, Oshawa, Seaforth and Benmiller.
A very enjoyable afternoon was spent.
Mr. Shiell’s many friends joined in
HYDRO LAMPS
Wingham Utilities Commission
Crawford Block.Phone 156.
HARRY FRY
Licensed Embalmer and
Funeral Director
Furniture and
Funeral Service
Ambulance Service.
Phones: Day 117. Night 109.
THOMAS FELLS
AUCTIONEER
REAL ESTATE SOLD
A Thorough knowledge of Farm
Stock.
Phone 231, Wingham.
It Will Pay You to Have An
EXPERT AUCTIONEER’
to conduct your sale.
See
T. R. BENNETT
At The Royal Service Station.
Phone 174W.
J. ALVIN FOX
Licensed Drugless Practitioner
CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS
THERAPY - RADIONIC
EQUIPMENT
Hours by Appointment.
Phone 191. Wingham
A. R. & F. E. DUVAL
CHIROPRACTORS
CHIROPRACTIC and
ELECTRO THERAPY
North Street > — Wingham
Telephone 300.
wishing him many happy returns of
the day.
Trampled by Cattle, Ribs Broken
Mr. Reid Allingham, of near Mill
bank, had the misfortune to have-
three ribs in his left side broken when
on driving some cattle from the stable
some young cattle frightened by the
dog, rushed from another section of
the barn and trimpled him to the
ground. Although he will not be able
to work for some time he is able to
walk about and do light jobs.—Mil
verton Sun.
Huggard to Have Hearing Aug. 20th
John J. Huggard, absconding Sea
forth lawyer, who testified at the pre
liminary hearing of Gordon G. Mac-
Laren and Robert S. Fletcher, will
appear for preliminary hearing Thurs
day, August 20th, at 10 a.m. Hug-
gard’s hearing awaits the return from
overseas of his counsel, Major James-
H. Clark, K.C., M.L.A., of Windsor,
who is a member of the Canadian
Vimy pilgrimage.
Little Richa'rd—“Mother, may I
have a nickel for the old man who
is crying outside?”
Mother—“Yes, dear, but what is he
crying about?”
Richard—“He’s crying ‘Peanuts, 5-
cents a bag.’ ”