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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-08-20, Page 6PAGK SIX WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, August 20th, 1936- I 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 i!JUWwS by Ruth Harley v/ 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. Business and Professional Directory >WMfc ...........I ll| II.........I........... I ......"^IW^‘W^,ln*^*W*,,,,,,B*,WWI"M»>W«mmraMWW«mMMWO«mwmMMnmmmwmMMMMWWWMMMMi Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Cq. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont ABNER COSENS, Agent Wingham. DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (England) L.R.C.P. (London) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. W. M. CONNELL PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phone 19. W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Located at the office of the late Dr. J, P. .Kennedy. 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.’ ”