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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-10-22, Page 6WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMBS Thursday, October 22, 1936 t Make Believe Bride Ruth Harley Oh, Stan, But I’ve here, fixed asked X ( 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- . Joy 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..................... ♦ ♦ ♦ “How about coming for a ride? What say, sweetness?” “But with this gown on? I couldn’t.” “Of course you could, hop in the car with me. things.” “What do you mean?’ ’she as sha stepped off the porch. “Just this I’m tired of hearing ev eryone rave about your beauty. I’m getting scared someone will try to cut in on me, so step in the car and I’ll tell you the rest.” There was a strange, restless look in Stan’s eyes .and his hand felt feverishly hot as lie helped her in beside him. “It sounds exciting,” said Maris, suddenly catching the infection of his laughter. “You sound as though you were up to something.” “Maybe I am,” he answered. He started his car and swiftly headed down the drive before he said any more. Then — “I’m running away ■with you. We’re going to get mar ried.” “Married—where—when?” “Sure. You still love me, don’t you, honeybunch?” “Of course I do,” .she answered. “Then,” he said, “there’s absolute ly nothing to wait for, so we’re head ing for Connecticut, and by this time tomorrow you’ll be Mrs. Stan. Fay- son.” “But. your folks, Stan. I don’t think your mother approved of me.” Maris’ voice was tremulous. “She’ll approve of you, all right, ■when I present you as my wife. There honey, don’t look so blue,” and he slipped his arm about her. “You’re sure, Stan?” “Of course I am. Who wouldn’t approve of you, darling?” “But I can’t drive about the coun try like this.” She looked, down at this slip He pull- hei* glorious wedding gown. “No?" he questioned, and for a se cond a strange look leaped into Stan's restless eye. “Rather not have a wedding gown, huh?" he asked. “Well, when we’re eloping doesn’t just seem to fit." “Oh, it’s all right. You can this round your shoulders." ed out a. thin tweed coat from the side of the car, and slipped it about her, “Now,” he said, “we’ll come back and look the place over after we’re*married. We’re going straight to Connecticut now!” And letting out his engine, he raced the car along the shore road. Quickly they skimmed along the “only I feel so foolish in this rig." Swiftly he put his arm around her, “Well, you can soon take it off, be cause I put your suitcase in the rum ble seat. But don’t you want to wait till after we’re married? You look so lovely, Maris darling, in that gown, I wish you’d keep it on." “And you’re sure you want me, Stan?” asked Maris wistfully. “Of course I do," he answered as he kissed, her. But he did not meet the questioning gaze of her dark eyes. “Come on, let’s have some lunch,” and reaching into the rumble seat, brought out a picnic basket. “You funny boy," she said, wonder what else you’ve got “When we’re eloping this doesn road that headed for a small town in Connecticut when Stan said he knew a fellow who would marry them in a couple of much, for road. rate. At their “Say, honey, I bet you’re starving. Want something to eat now?” he ask ed. “I wouldn’t mind,” answered Maris, He last way, he “I in shakes. They did noti say Stan kept his eyes on the was driving at a terrific when they were well on he suddenly slowed, down. there.” “You’d like to know?” he question ed, 'as he held her in his arms. “Of course I would. Surely you won’t keep any secrets from me?” she asked. “I should say not. Well, look.” He pointed to a couple of quarts of whis key and. a bottle of gin. “Just some thing to celebrate with after we’re married.” “Oh, Stan,” she cried, “I thought you were going to cut out drinking!”* The Advance-Times Says ’i GROUP I SEljtfr ONE MAGAZINE What ewld be more complete than a combination offer that gives you a choice of y@yr favourite magazines — Sends you your local newspaper—-and .gives yourself and family enjoyment and entertainment throughout the Whole not take advantage of this remarkable offer that means a real saving in money to you? □ Maclean’s (24 Issues) 1 yr. □ National Home Monthly 1 yr. □ Canadian Magazine - lyr. □ Chatelaine ----- 1 yr. □ Pictorial Review - • • 1 yr. □ Silver Screen - - - - 1 yr. □ American Boy • - 1 yr. □ Parents’Magazine - -6 mo. □ Can. Horticulture and Home Magazine - - - 1yr. ; Croup 2 SELECT ONE MAGAZINE TAKE YOUR CHOICE! 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How’s that, Maris darling?" “I’d rather you didn’t,” Maris said. “You told me once they’re pretty strict about that up here when folks are driving.” “Oh, you think spoil my driving? , See, I'll show you.’ • could stop him, he poured himself a • good stiff drink. : “Want one, sweetheart?" : “No, thank you, Stan.” , “But it’ll make your sandwich taste better, Here, have a drink,” and with , his arm about her neck, lie tried to force it down her throat. : “Oh, you’re spilling it on this love- ■ ly gown,” she cried in alarm. “That's nothing . You can get an other," he answered thickly, Maris suddenly realized he was get ting to the stage when he was ready to pick a quarrel with anyone. And this was the man she had chosen to marry! Taking another drink, he corked the bottle, and putting it back in its case, he said, “Well, m.y girl, if we don’t hurry up we’ll be too late. I promised—’’ Then suddenly he stop ped and once again Maris caught a strange gleam in his eyes What was Stan thinking about, she wondered. Then she remembered he had been called to the phone, and be fore he realized the door of the booth was still open, she had heard him say, “We’ll be there before eight o’ clock and be sure to have on all the trappings.” There had been a pause, and then she’d heard him laugh as he said, “You can depend on me," But surely there was no connection with that and the adventure on which they were now setting out. Yet as Stan, started up the car once more, swearing furiously as a little doe leap ed suddenly from the side of the road and was almost run over ,all the hap piness Maris felt should be hers on her wedding day, seemed to have left h er. How changed Stan was! If only he wouldn’t drink so much, she might talk things over with him. She might even plead with him to let them delay their wedding so they could, have some semblance of a pro per one. Something seemed to tell her that his proud mother would nev er acknowledge a daughter-in-law who entered the family by the back door, as it were. As they raced along nearer and nearer their goal, Maris put her arm on his. “Stan darling,” she asked, “are you sure your mother won’t feet badly about what we’re going to do?” “Of course not,” he answered thick ly. “It won’t mean a thing to her.” A hint of sinister laughter' lurked in his voice. “But, Stan, it means such “a lot to a woman—how her son marries,”' she insisted, her hand, still on his arm. Shaking it off rather»roughly, he said, “Don’t you think it’s rather late to be thinking about that now? Gee, Maris, you’re no kid. You’ve promis ed to marry me, and you’re going to, so that’s that.” The daylight faded ,and the wind ing country road crept away from the city. Maris now felt a sudden fear of the man beside her. Swinging ar ound corners on two wheels, darting - past other cars, Stan took chances that no sane driver would have taken. Time and again Maris’ heart was in her mouth. It was only by a miracle that they had escaped so far. She was ready for an accident any time. Yet she knew she daren’t speak to the man beside her. It would, only infuriate him. Mile afteA* mile they rode like this, Maris expecting that each moment would be her last. Then as they turned into a lonely side road, a sudden, unreasoning dread, seized her. When he slowed the car down, and whispered thickly, “We’ll soon be there,” her heart leap ed into her mouth. Not a light from any farmhouse illumined the lonely country road, nor did she hear the welcoming bark of a single dog. Here and there, there were thick clumps of trees that look ed as though they might tell of queer doings, mysterious happenings. She shivered. Then, as they swung round 4 cor- nCi*» Stan saidj ^Herc^s the place?* Maris peered into the darkness, and as her eyes grew accustomed to it, she saw a dejected looking house standing at one side of the road. One feeble light glimmered in a window to say to her, “Abandbn hope, all ye who enter here,” Placing her hand impulsively on Stan’s arm, she said, “You don’t mean that wretched, old house? Oh, we can’t be married there?” “Sure we can,” he answered, and’ as the light from the car flashed ac ross his ey.es, Maris surprised a sud den sensual look in Stan’s face. His thin lips curved cruelly as he smiled at her. “Come oft,” he said as he ened the door of the car.” “Oh, but t can’t,” cried Marls a few drinks will Nothing like that. And before Maris Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guejph, Ont. ABNER COSENS, Agent. Wingham. Dr. W. A. 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Not going to marry he?” Stan replied as his blood-shot eyes opened wide. “What d’ye think I drove up here for? Just a joy ride? I should say not. Nothing like that. You’re coming with me,” he added, a note of fury in his thick voice as he tried to gather the girl into his arms. “Don’t you dare’ touch me,” cried Maris, suddenly afraid as his hot, gin reeking breath reached her cheek. "Come along, Maris. The preach er’s’ waiting for us. Of course you’re going to marry me,” cried Stan, and he tried to drag the girl from the car. “Never!” shrilled Maris, hysterical ly. She slipped from his grasp and jumped from the car. “So you think you can pull a dirty •trick like that on me? Nothing do ing.” Stand zigzagged after her, while the door of the sinister looking house opened, and two or three evil looking men tumbled from the broken door way. With a shriek of terror, Maris rac ed along the hemlock-fringed road, away from the treacherous house with its one lighted window—beyond the range of the auto’s headlights. On into the mysterious darkness of the country road she stumbled, behind her the silence of the black night broken only by the echo of Stan’s stagger ing footfalls as he pursued her. ► Gathering the soft folds of the wedding frock around her, she ran as she had never run before, blindly, desperately. She plashed through muddy pools, bruised her feet against the cruel, jagged stones that broke the bed of the rough, seldom-used road. It was a twisting uncertain sort of road. After following it for half an hour, Maris found herself again on the high-road* Small white farm- houses nestled here and there'among old apple orchards, and now and then the lowing of cattle reached her ears. Surely at some of them she would find a welcome. Surely some farmer would at least give her, a drink of wat er and let her call Patsy. The very thought of Patsy made her realize what a mess she had made of every thing, But as she rounded another bend in the road, she saw a stalled auto. Fear surged through her. There was still quite a distance to any of the farmhouses. And. her fears were well founded, for suddenly a dark-haired man stepped from the car ,and start ed speaking to her. At first she could not understand what he was saying. He spoke with a decidedly foreign accent. But as he repeated, “You had accident. want a lift. You come with us,” shook her head. (Continued Next Week) You she Sentences Total 15 Years Gordon Calvert, convicted on charges, ranging from minor theft to jail-breaking, was sentenced to a total of fifteen years six months in Magis trate’s court, Walkerton. ’ As several of the terms are concurrent with oth ers, he w’H serve seven years in King ston Penitentiary. 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