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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-10-08, Page 6PAGE SIX WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, October 8th, 1936 SYNOPSIS: Maris Trevor is dis couraged because Rod O'Rorke spends all his money developing an invention which he hopes will pro vide an income so that they can marry. Maris thinks they should en- j»y the present rather than deny themselves for the future. She be comes uncertain of her love for Rod. Perhaps there would be more happi ness with someone else................. ; * i -* -.U course you'll make good,“Of Maris. Don't start acting silly now.” Patsy spoke firmly, for Maris was verging on a hysterical state, after all her excitement, “Come, let me fix this,” and keeping her interested in what she was doing, Patsy managed to get her calm again. “There, you look swell!” exclaimed Patsy. “I can’t think why Jimmy’s so long in coming to-night. I did think he’d be here to see you before you left. It’s too bad that Rod’s still in the West.” : But even as she spoke, the bell rang and a moment later Jimmy was stand ing awestruck, looking at Maris. “Go ing to beat us to it, are you?” he questioned looking around. I must say Rod didn’t lose any time. Just saw Charley Gordon and he said Rod’s gadget’s going over big." “Oh, Jimmy,” laughed Maris hys terically, “I’m not a real bride to night. Pm just going to wear this gown at the exposition — to adver tise’Fayson’s crepe.” Fie turned with incredulous eyes to Pat. “What’s that the girl's saying? She means she’s not going to marry Rod?” “Oh, sure, she’ll marry Rod when -the time comes, honey, and be glad to,” answered Pat. “Only it won t be tonight, for she’s just a pretense bride tonight.” “Now I see a light, Patsy. Well, say, she should make a hit all right. Better not let anyone run away with you, Maris. Think Patsy and I had Fetter come along?” “Oh, no, there’s no need for that. I know you’d rather stay at home. Gee, I bet that’s my taxi! Where are the flowers?” “They’re in the ice-box, Jimmy. Get them, and wrap them up in the paper that’s lying on the table, so they won’t drip on this magnificent cloak.” Then Pat caught up the even ing wrap of glistening white and sil ver lame and drape it about Maris’ shoulders. But when she reached the sidewalk, it was not a taxi driver, but a liver ied chauffeur who opened the door of the luxurious sedan which old Fay- son usually rode to the office in. When he raised his eyes to hers, for a moment he looked as though he had seen a ghost. But, remembering his place, the look of surprise was quick ly followed by the impersonal glance that is the mark of the well trained servant. As Maris leaned back against the softly upholstered cushions and glanc ed about her, she felt as though she was at last in her proper setting. All sorts of luxuries were revealed in the fittings of the car, and in the vases were delectable hothouse blooms whose delicate fragrance suggested exotic loveliness. The car drew up to the curb. A man in livery hastened to open the door, and escort Maris within the hall. As she stepped across the threshold, Stan stepped forward and eagerly clasped her hands. “I’m so glad you've come. I want ed to call for you myself, but I've been in a frightful rush ever since you left,” “Well, it will soun be over,” an swered Maris. • “Oh, yes, and I hope we put it across. You see the old man has been rather skeptical about my ideas, but I think he's beginning to see the light” Then as Mrs. Bryce approach ed, he added, “The other girls are in the dressing room. Mrs. Bryce will introduce you.”' Then with a whisp ered, “You look lovelier than ever,” Stan hurried into the hall. Sounds of music drifted to her through the half-opened doorway, and as the visitors hurried back and forth, Maris felt a strange thrill of excite ment sweep through her. This was What she liked — music, soft lights, gaily dressed women with attentive escorts, and the pleasant tingling sen-* nation that tnade her feel something wonderful was going to happen. 1 But in a moment she was in the dressing room and Mrs. Bryce was presenting her to the other girls, and( giving them all some last minute in-’ structions. There was frank admlra- i tion In their eyes as she took her wrap off and stood revealed in the magnificent gown that was destined to usher her into a thrilling adven ture. Once in the hall, they presented a series of tableaux, but it was not till Maris appeared in the role of a wist ful bride, that a sudden roar of ap plause brought the spectators hurry ing to the Fayson salon. Time and again she was recalled, she stepped down from and sauntered slowly crowd, she saw Stan, “You did splendidly,” be whispered, as he caught her hand. “You were the hit of the evening. I’ll see you later." And squeezing her hand he hurried away. Then as she raised her eyes, she caught sight of the girl who had pass ed her in her limousine, but the once smiling eyes were now like two little daggers. Suddenly Maris felt afraid of her. But light-heartedly ed to one of the debs who in the show with her. “It’s been awfully good girl said to her, smiling sweetly, “al though I can’t understand why Row ene didn't come.” Then glancing up wards she caught sight of Rowene’s friend and darted toward her. For a moment Maris was hemmed in by the crowd, but as she struggled to move At last, as the platform among the she turn- had been fun,” the those girls saw the line that separat ed a girl who worked in an office from one who .was born to wealth. Yet as she opened the door, a faint ray of hope flickered in her mind. Stan was so pleased with her work, |ie had said he would see her again. Perhaps if she hadn’t dashed home so impetuously he might have driven her back in his car, but the thought of staying' a minute longer where those girls might point to her with scorn or hold her up, to ridicule, was. more than she could bear. If only she had glanced back as the taxi sped on its way, she might have seen Stan rush frantically to ward the curb; she might have realiz ed he was sincere when he promised he would see her later. She was glad when she entered the apartment that no one was around. Passing Patsy’s room, she heard a sleepy voice cry, “How did it go, Maris?” “Oh, great,” she answered, glad that Patsy could not see her tragic face. There was no need of telling her how the girls had treated her. Stan was satisfied, and would likely benefit by the But as she took off the gown and the filmy undies to let their gall keep me from sleep ing.” Then, suddenly, as though a hand had, pulled back a curtain in her mem ory she saw as plainly as though she were there, the dark Ramapo Hills and the wide waters of Greenwood Lake. A year ago Rod had taken her to spend the day. It had been a crisp autumn morning when they reached the lake and as they got in the row boat he’d engaged, she was glad she’d worn a coat. But as the day advanc ed it was once more like summer and when they landed on the shore to eat their lunch, there was no need of any extra wraps. (Continued Next Week) Business and Professional Directory At least Fayson’s show, gorgeous that had 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. 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 HARRY FRY Licensed Embalmer and Funeral Director Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 117. " Night 199. i DR. R. L. STEWART I Why, Miss, it looks as though it had been made for you—fits you perfectly forward, the girl exclaimed as she glanced at her spitefully, “So that’s the reason Rowene didn’t come. Lit tle gold-digger,’ ’she hissed, “and we were all so nice to her, thinking poor old Rowene had had one of her frightful headaches again.” “She might well have a headache when the man she was engaged to has probably been fooling around with this stenographer for dear knows how long,” retorted the other girl with a cruel glance at Maris. “She’s given him up. I asked Stan the minute I got here, for I passed this girl on the way and almost mistook her for Row ene.” “Well, if that’s Stan’s type Row- ene’ll be happier without him.” Again she turned with a withering glance at Maris. But the gleam in Maris’ dark eyes was not lost on a young man near by, who hurried toward her and tried to speak to her. However, she had had enough, and without even waiting to see Stan again, she slipped into the dressing room, got her wrap and hur- ied home in a taxicab. that was what they thought of Tears trembled on Maris’ long lashes, but she would not let fall. She would not let those blinking lights, sky where the to wane, look half dollar ag- So her! dark them girlb have the satisfaction of knowing they had hurt her. And now as she stood at the door of her apartment she was glad she had held her head high when she had hurried down the stairs and reached her taxi. Her wonderful evening had brought her nothing but disappointment. All the triumph that she felt in her re ception by the spectators was pois oned by the chatter of the girls. What right had they tc talk like that? How dared they hint that there was any thing between Stan and her? She'd hardly spoken to him—and even if she had romantic dreams about him, certainly no one in the office had ev er had occasion to link her name with his. She caught back a sob. She would not let Patsy know of the bitter after math to her glorious evening. While they had been waiting to go on the improvised stage, the girls had been charming and friendsly, They’d raved about her gown, too, had. talked as though Rowene had been kept away by sickness. Was that the reason Stan had given for her non-appearance!' | Everything would doubtless have peen lovely if only that other girl—- yi kenf—‘had kept her mouth shut, aut Maris knew instinctively that made her so happy a few short hours ago, all her dreams of stepping up in society lay crumbling at her feet. Slipping on her old. silk kimono and pushing her dainty feet into her shab by mules, she huddled down into a boudoir chair by the window. Over the roofs she looked, past the tall towers with their up to the dark blue moon, now beginning ed like an enormous ainst the sky. Her throat constricted. Tears were near her eyes, and some how she lived over again the humil iation that the girls had showered on her, her sensitive lips quivered. How dared they act like that; how dared they speak so about her when there wasn’t a word of truth in it? If only Stan had heard surely hr wouldn’t have stood for it. The chilly air blew in and she drew her shabby bathrobe more closely about her. Maris wouldn’t have believed anyone could be so mean to a stranger, especially when she was taking a part at a moment's notice. She thought-of the girls she worked with. Not one of them would have been guilty of such rudeness, such lack of fine feeling. Of course Milly was a bit of a vamp and didn’t hesitate to take every chance of mak ing a hit with the men, but never as long as Maris had known her had she done anything so contemptible as had those girls whose parents’ signa tures illuminated the pages of the Soc ial Register. Perhaps, though, they weren't all like that. Somehow she had always envision ed the daughters of the four hundred plus as lovely girls, whose manners and general conduct were something superior to the girls she worked with. • Milly had told, her that was all boh' ^rf5. oney, that they were a hard set; but, as she studied their pictures in the papers, she was sure Milly knew no thing about what she was discussing. “But now,” Maris’ soft lips curved in a smile of derision, “I bet Milly's right!” she thought, Soon Maris opened, her windows wider and’ slipped into bed, But she could not sleep. From one side to an other she tossed, then turned over her pillow; but still sleep would not come, Her brain was working with tireless activity, “Gee, if I don’t get to sleep soon 1’11 be hearing the milkman,” she murmured to herself, “This Will new er do; .1 must try and forget thpse vicious society buds. I can’t afford HOWICK FAIR WELL ATTENDED fT— — (Continued from Page Three) las 1st and 2nd. Boar, over 4 months and under 1 year—G. Douglas Its and 2nd. Brood Sow—G. Douglas 1st and 2nd. Sow, oyer 4 months and under 1 year—G. Douglas 1st and 2nd, Pr. Bacon Hogs, any breed—J. S. Cowan & Son, N. Wade, Best Pair of Bac on Hogs—N. Wade, C. Danbrook. Poultry Class A — Barred Plymouth Rocks —Cockerel—Mrs. F. Doubledee. Pul let—Mrs. F, Doubledee. Hen—Mrs. F. Doubledee. Plymouth Rocks — Cock—C. Dan- Brook. Hen —- Mrs. Doubledee, N. Durrer. Cockerel — Mrs. Doubledee, C. Danbrook. Pullet—Mrs. Doubledee, C. Danbrook. Plymouth Rocks, A.O.V.—Cockerel —J. Douglas. Pullet—J. Douglas. 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Buns, plain white—J. C. Thomson, W. J. Weber. Buns, graham—J. C. Thom son. Tea Biscuits, baking powder — Mrs. N. McDermitt, Mrs. H. Tuck. Tea Biscuits, soda—Mrs. J. Carnoch an, John Wilkin. Cookies—'Mrs. H. Tuck, Mrs. Doubledee. Drop Cakes— Mrs. F. Doubledee. Muffins — Mrs. W. T. McLean, Mrs. H.‘Tuck. Cake, light layer — Mrs. W. E. Patterson, J. C. Thomson. Cake, chocolate — F. Doubledee, John Wilkin, angel — Mrs. W. E. Patterson, Doubledee, Cake, dark fruit — Doubledee, Mrs. Jas. Walkom. PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (England) z L.R.C.P. (London) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. W. M. CONNELL PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phone 19. D. D. D. D. and and D. Cake. Mrs. Mrs. Scotch short bread—-Mrs, H. Tuck, W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Located at the office of the late . Dr. J. P. Kennedy. Phone 1'50 Wingham J. C. Thomson. Tarts;—Mrs. F. Dou bledee, Mrs. H. Tuck. Pie, apple — Mrs. W. E. Patterson, J. C. Thom son . Pie, lemon — Mrs. F. Double dee, J. Wilkin. Pie, pumpkin—Mrs. F. Doubledee, J. A. Bryans. Salad — Mrs. H. Tuck, Mrs. E. A. Fallis. Meat Pie — Mrs. E. A. Fallis, Mrs. Tuck. Cheese Dish — Mrs. C. C. Ramage, Mrs Carnochan. Best Five-Pound Fruit Cake. Silver Tray, Value $10.00 donated by Bank of Commerce, Wro- xeter and. Fordwich branches, (W. A. Sawtell, manager) '— Mrs. C. Bride. Best Five One-Pound Prints of butter —Mrs. J. Carnochan. Best Loaf of home-made White Bread-—Mrs. W. E. Patterson, Ted Holland. Best Work ingman’s Dinner—Mrs. F. Doubledee. Best Collection of home-made baking —Three-Piece Carving iSet, value $7, donated by Robert Simpson Co.— W. E. Patterson. Best School Lunch — Mrs. F. Doubledee, Mrs. R. Brimble® combe. Best Five Cakes of home made Hard Soap — D. Rayson, Carl Gregg. Best Individual Salad .Rlate: 1st $1.25, 2nd 75c, donated by Ford wich Branch of Women’s Institute— J. C. Thomson, Mrs. W. T. McLean. Best Four Pounds of Butter in One- Pound Prints: $2.00 cash, donated by H. W. Cook—Mrs. H. McNichol. Bottled Goods — Pint Apples—J. C. Thomson, Mrs. Doubledee. Pint Cher ries—H. Desjardine, D. Borho. Pint Plums—H. Desjardine, W. J. Weber. Pint Raspberries—H. Desjardine, Mrs. C. C. Ramage. Pint Strawberries— FI. Desjardine, Mrs. E. A. Fallis. Pt. Peaches—D. Borho, H. Desjardine. Pint Pears—D. Desjardine, Mrs. W. T. McLean. Pt. Black Currants—D. Borho, Mrs. J. Carnochan. Pint Rasp berry Jam—J. C. Thomson, H. Des jardine. Pint Strawberry Jam—Mrs. Brimblecombe, J. C. Thomson. Pint Red Currant Jelly — Mrs. Carnochan, Mrs. J. Walk'om. Pint Apple Jelly— Mrs. Carnochan, W. J. Weber. Pint1 Orange Marmalade — Mrs. Walkom, Mrs. Carnochan. Pint either Pear, Carrot or other Vegetable Marmalade — Mrs. McGillivary, Mrs. Brimble combe. Pint Conserve—Mrs, E. A. Fallis, Mrs. Brimblecombe. Pint Chicken—H, Desjardine, R. J. Sand erson. Pint Beaus—H. Desjardine, Mrs. Brimblecombe. Pint Corn—Mrs. C. C. Ramage, Mrs. Doubledee. Pint Feas — Mrs. Doubledee, W. Peebles. Pint Tomatoes—Mrs. Brimblecombe, Mrs. Doubledee. Pint Tomato Chili Sauce—FI. Desjardine, Mrs .E .A. Fal lis. Pint Relish—'Mrs. Mrs. Doubledee. Pint mixed—*H, Desjardine, combe. Pint Pickles, Brimblecombe, Mrs. Doubledee. Pint Pickles, sweet mustard—Mrs. Double- dee, Mrs. Carnochan. Pound box of Candy—J. C, Pint Maple W. Peebles. A. E. Toner. —H. Desjardine, Mrs, Ramage. Best collection Canned Fruit—j. C. Thom* son, M, Desjardine, Best collection of Pickles Mrs, Brimblecombe, H, Brimblecombe, Pickles, sweet Mrs. Brimble- sour —• Mrs, Thomson, Mrs. H. Tuck. Syrup—Mrs, Doubledee, Pint Strained Honey —* Best collection of jelly J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan. Office — Meyer Block, Wingham Successor to Dudley Holmes. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A Thorough knowled'ge of Farm Stock. , i Phone 231, Wingham. J. H. CRAWFORD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Successor to R. Vanstone. 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Desjardine. Celery — Mrs. McPhail, W. E. Patterson. Potato Onions — H. Desjardine, Ed. Jacques. Seed Onions — W. J. Web er, Mrs. Brimblecombe. Onions from Dutch Sets—D. Borho, H. Desjardine. Collection of Onions—H. Desjardine, Mrs. N. McDermitt. Parsnips—W. J. Weber, N. Schmidt. Pumpkins—Mrs. Carnochan, N. Durrer. Citrons—Dr. Grieve, Mrs. Carnochan. Long Blood Beets—D. Borho, Mrs. Brimblecombe. Turnips Beets — W. J. Weber, N. Schmidt. Tomatoes — Mrs. Brimble combe, N. Durrer. Cabbage, white— Dr. Grieve, Mrs. McPhail. Cabbage,, red—Dr. Grieve, W. Peebles. Red Peppers—Dr. Grieve, Mrs. Carnochan. 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. Cauliflower—W. J. Weber, Mrs. Brim blecombe. Watermelons—H. Desjar dine, Mrs. Brimblecombe. Squash — D. Borho, H. C. Felker. Cucumbers —H. Desjardine, Mrs. Brimblecombe. Table Corn — N. Schmidt, L. A. Schmidt. Field Corn—N. Schmidt, W. J.-Weber. Butter Beans—N. Durrer, W. J. Weber. Farmer’s Basket of Vegetables—W. J. Weber, Mrs. Brim blecombe. Best exhibit of Eight Var ieties of Vegetables — Mrs. Ramage, Mrs. Brimblecombe. Best Bushel Po tatoes, any variety: $2.00 cash, donat ed by Record Office—W. J. Weber. Best Six Swede Turnips for Feeding —Mrs. F. Doubledee. Fruit Class E—Winter Apples (Five of (Continued on Page Seve.n) MONUMENTS at first cost Having our factory equipped with the most modern machinery for thez exe cution of high-class work, we ask you to see the largest display of monu ments of any retail factory in Ontario. All finished by sand blast machines. We import all our granites from the Old Country quarries direct, in the rough. You can save all local deal ers’, agents’ and middleman profits by seeing us. E. J. 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