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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-10-29, Page 6F Business and Professional Directory told me Telephone 29. Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND the PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON the the THE SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON said $1 UM call- The but how so early Maris rose from the table blackness seemed to envel- With a cry, the farmer’s M.R.C.S. (England) L.R.C.P. (London) about her. something she’d been tell her LAW, LOVE, AND TEMPERANCE (International Temperance Sunday) Sunday, Nov. 1.—Romans 13: 1-14. was men an- be lit- Golden Text: It is good neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor anything whereby thy brother stnmbleth. (Rom. 14:21.) ► HOTELS WEMtttr LOCATED • Easy moutk • x DR. W. M. CONNELL PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phone 19. Thursday, October 29, 193? W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon , Located at the office of the late Dr. J. P. Kennedy. Phone 150 Wingham WINGHAM ADVANCK-TIM^S 2 by Ruth Harley 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. » * * "No thank you,” she said, and kept on walking- "We needa you. Come, we no hurt you. Aha we ask is you stop and get farmer give us some gas. Yes?” "Certainly,” insisted the man, while the other evil-looking occupant of the car said, "That’s all we want, miss. Can’t go much farther without gas, and there ain’t any stations around. Sometimes farmers ain’t so generous, even if you offer them money. But they’d do it for you, I guess.” "Weil, I’m afraid they’ll think I’m a tramp, for I certainly did have an accident and my dress is a wreck. A moment later she got in the car and they started coasting down hill. As they neared the end of the hill, they saw a trim farmhouse and slow­ ly came to a stop before it. "Now, miss, you go and tell them you want some gas, as you met with an accident, and you want to get to town. Then, after you get it we drive you five miles and let you' go. Yes? You understand?” But as Maris went up the path she was filled with a strange misgiv­ ing. What sort of men were these, she had been with? Why didn’t one of them go and speak to the farmer? They'd. been quite decent to her, put her in the back seat and paid, little attention to her. But every now and then they had whispered together. Once she heard one say. "He’s a double-crosser, all right.” And later the other man had said, "Well, what would you expect when he’s worked out this scheme to trick his own father?” Then they had been silent so long that Maris wondered if they would ever speak again. They did twice — "Now, remember when they ask you where the accident happened, you tell them, ‘On the long road? ” Again one whispered in a loud voice, "Guess young Stan’s got the fright of his life, trying to put us off like that. The nerve, letting us do all the dirty work and not even wanting to pay for it, but insisting on having all the profits. Well, we won’t let him off sov easily next time.” And the dark-complexioned man had flash­ ed his companion an evil glance. As Maris walked up to the door of the house, she felt the concentrated gaze of several pairs of eyes on her. But in answer to her knock, the door was opened just a little crack, while Maris could hear the shuffle of heavy shoes on the floor. "Can you let us have some gas so we can get to town?” she asked. "We’ve had an accident.” “You have?” said the farmer .open­ ing the door a bit wider. “Maybe you’d rather come in and get patch­ ed up here. I'll send one of the boys out to the car.” Before she realized it, she was in­ side the house, surrounded by several county policemen. She tried to back away. What had she landed in now, she wondered. "Don’t be scared, miss,” said one of the men /‘but if you value your life, tell us the truth. How far have you come in that car?” Maris looked helplessly Then, sensing there very wrong with to Maris, “We’il follow you.” Then* turning to his companion ,he said, “Park the gats here. I guess they’re a bunch of rubes. They don't know who they’re going to entertain.” By this time Maris had entered the house, and the farmer quietly told her to follow his daughter to the cellar. “It’s the safest place. You’ve beeg riding with a bunch of thugs. But I reckon it’ll be their last ride for a good long while.” “Well,” said the farmer as the men approached the door, “we were just sitting down to breakfast and thought maybe you’d like a bite if you been having trouble with you car. So come in and set down. We can get the gas afterwards.” He showed them into the low-ceilinged kitchen where breakfast was set. 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, The officer and his helpers quickly su bdued them. DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN riding with them, she blurted out truth. “We’vj got them,” cried one of men. "Not yet, young fellow,” cried other of the officers. “There’ll murder done if we go out. Now, tie girl, I hate to ask you to do it, but will you go back to the car and tell them—as innocent-like as you can —that we’re just having breakfast here and wouldn’t they like to come in. Here, be biting into one of them hot biscuits and tell them you’d like to stay.” Quickly Maris stepped outside, and, running down the path, did as she was toid. An angry scowl swept ac­ ross the driver’s face. “We don’t want any breakfast. Plenty of time to get it when we get to the city. Go back and tell them that.” The other man looked disappointed' and started mut­ tering. He was evidently hungry. As they hung around .undecided, the farmer opened the door and ed out, "Ain’t you boys coming? biscuits is' getting cold.” “Better run along,” the driver But as the driver of the car looked around, he said. "1 think I’d like to wash my hands first.” "Yon would, would you?” cried an officer, rushing in, His two compan­ ions seized the other. "’Well, you’ll be able to get that done in jail.” Swearing in Italian and English, the men tried to wriggle from their captor’s arms, but the officer and his helpers quickly subdued them. They dragged them from the house, and shoved them into their car which had been nicely hidden beneath a '300- vear-old lilac bush. With the men safely out of the house, the farmer went to the top of the cellar steps. "Well. Mom, you and the girls better come upstairs now. That was a .pretty smart bit of work, all right,” he said. Then as they sat down to break­ fast, the farmer told how word had been flashed that a big truckful of silk from one of the nearby mills had been held up and driven away by the robbers. But evidently there had been some dispute about the sharing of the booty, 'and two of the men had dis- FACES DEATH “WITH SILLY THOUGHTS The other day, Amy Mollison (2), publicly announced she did not intend becoming a "hypocritically tragic 'widow” aiiould her husband* Captain James Mollison (1)* be killed* and consequently would divorce her flying career from his. As he awaits the day set for the take-off on his projected New York to London flight, which, if successful* will be his fourth trans* atlantie ait crossing, Captain Mbliison soliloquizes to newspapermen that "a man facing death tan have some silly thoughts’*. While he fought a panicky co-pilot for the controls of a trans­ port ship during a bad storm in 1929* he saidr he thought of his favorite bar, appeared, in a small sedan. The driver, left senseless at the roadside, had finally come to, and reaching the farmhouse had sent out his S.O.S. to the police; But the car with the archplotters had run out of gas, and evidently taken a wrong road, so that when it had. been sighted a few miles up the road the police had had time to get the word on the road, and Mai is had played her part in their capture, "Well, you were fa mighty plucky girl to ride with them thugs, come you were on the road in the morning?” “There, Father, Maris has all about it,” his daughter said. "It’s all right, and just as soon as she gets a cup of coffee she’s going to call up her folks. She’s had her own troubles, too, but I guess they’re over now.” "Well, well, that’s fine, and now 1 reckon I’d better get out to’ the fields or we’ll never get any work done with all this excitement, for even if it’s Sunday the beasts must be fed,” But as the men left the table, Maris, turned to the farmer’s wife. "I won­ der if you’d let mg call up Patsy now?” she asked. "Of course you may. The phone’s right there,” and she pointed to the hall. But as a sudden ope her. wife rose and rushed to her side just in time to save her from striking her head against the table. The poor little girl! Quick, Tillie, bring some cold water, and then turn down the bed in the spare room. I guess all this terrible excitement’s been too much for her.” When Maris opened her eyes again she found herself in a cool, dormer- windowed room, with snowy, white curtains at the windows and a big bowl of flowers on the window ledge. She looked slowly around her. Where was she, she wondered. It was a pret­ ty room, but how had she ever got there? The generous-bosomed woman in the 'quaiut-flowered-sprigged cotton gown who was sitting by her side said, “Feeling some better now, my dear?” "Oh, , yes,” she whispered. “I’m afraid I’ve been an awful nuisance to you. I must get home.” . “No, no, not yet. You couldn’t rise just yet, but if you can tell me where your friends are, I’ll call them up.” “Oh, but that would scare Patsy. I’d better talk to her myself.” She tried to rise, but slumped back on the pillows again. "There, my dear, you mustn’t try just yet. Won’t you let me talk to your folks? I’ll be mighty careful what I say—tell them just what you want me to.” “All right. I guess you’d better,” Maris said, and told her Patsy’s num­ ber. Then she fell asleep again. It was late in the afternoon when she woke, and through the open win­ dow drifted the lay hum of a laggard bee, and the fragrance of fall flow­ ers. She closed her eyes again as once more she thought of the fate she had escaped. s What a fool she had been! SheM lost Rod, for of course he wouldn’t be interested in her any more. She’d lost Stan. That was differ­ ent. She was only too glad that she had found out in time what a con­ temptible cad he was. Maybe, after all, Rowene had found out his real character. She might well be con­ gratulating herself on her escape. Patsy had been right. Men like Stan didn’t have much sense of honor whete girls tike her were concerned. She clenched her fists, as she thought of her escape. Thep she thought of what her crazy infatuation had cost. Her job would be gone, for of course she would nev­ er go to Fayson’s again. She’d spent nearly every penny in her savings ac­ count So she could be all dressed up. Now the very thought of the clothes she had bought was hateful to her. Once more she drifted off to sleep. Then just as dusk was falling she woke again, and suddenly sat up in bed. The door of her bedroom was soft­ ly opened, and Patsy tiptoed lightly to the bedside.' "Maris, honey,” she whispered as she bent over her. “Oh, Pat, you darling, will you ever forgive me? I’ve been an awful fool* and now when I’m stranded you’re thp only one I could call on.” Her eyes filled with tears. "There*' Maris* there’s nothing to forgive, I’m just so glad you were lucky enough to strike folks like the Dawsons. They’re insisting that Jim­ my and I will stay1 Overnight too so we won’t strike all the Sunday night traffic?’ "And you’ll take me home with you* Patsy* even if I'm broke and—” "Of course we wilt, and we’re ont going to say another thing about It I knew you never really loved Stan Fayson. You were carried away by the glamour that surrounded, him; But when you know all that we know about him, you’ll thank your lucky stars that you never went through any marriage ceremony with him.” Maris was silent. She could not yet understand why she had fallen for Stan's love-making, why she nev­ er realized till their last ride what the expression of scorn on thise lips of his signified, nor what it might mean to her to marry a man who couldn’t get along without his whis­ key. She shut her eyes tightly, as she turned to Patsy. “Oh, Patsy, if only I could ever forget all this; if only I’d listened to you!” “There, Maris, don’t feel so badly. You haven’t committed any crime like Stan—there, I didn’t mean to you,” she said as Maris opened eyes wide and jumped up. (Continued Next Week) How to be a 'good, citizen: how to be a good neighbor: how to be a good Christian: these three practical ques­ tions ire plainly answered by Paul. Divinely inspired as he was to write his Letter to the Romans, he gives us God’s own answers. Good citizens obey the laws of their Government. But why should we feel any obligation to obey the laws of human governments'—haven’t we as good a right aS any other human be­ ings to decide for ourselves what we shall do and not do? God’s answer comes :"I.el every sould be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God.: the powers that be are ordained of God.- Whoso­ ever therefore resisteth the power, resistcth the ordinance of God.” It is plain that human rulers are meant by "the powers that be.” Because man fell from his original high estate by sinning, arid "all have sinned,” man must be governed; it was immediately after the flood that God committed the government of men into the hands of men, (Gon. 0:6.) This dees not mean that there may not be corrupt taml evil rulers, for such have often been in power. But we must never forget that even when the man in a place of governmental authority is bad, and abuses his pow­ er, nevertheless his office has been ordained of God, and he is divinely permitted to hold that office, We must respect the office and obey hu­ man laws except when they are plain­ ly contrary to God’s revealed will* then "we ought to obey God father than men?* (Acts 5:^0.) God requires that we be, not only good citizens* but also good neigh* bors. Several of the Ten Command* Dr. W. A. McKibben, B.A. PHYSICIAN And SURGEON Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. W, Colborne. Office Phone 54, Nights 107 HARRY FRY 1 Licensed Embalmer and j Fumeral Director ■ Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service, Phones: Day 117. Night IM. < 4............................................................ .;.................... ................. 1 .................1 ■ 1 J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor* Notary, Etc. Money to Loan. 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Iments specify duties to neighbors, naming against our fellow-men: adult- MY “FIVE-STAR” PIE ery, murder, theft, slander or false witness, covetousness. The good nei­ ghbor does none of these things. What is the secret of good neigh­ borliness? God’s answer comes: “Thou, shall love thy neighbor as thy­ self.” We have God’s laws in the Commandments; and He says: there­ fore love is the fulfilling of the law.” Love is unselfish interest in the best good of other people, as we saw last week in our lesson in the immortal chapter on love, First Corinthians 13. Each one of the sins against neigh­ bors, forbidden in the Ten Com­ mandments, springs from putting our­ selves ahead of our neighbors; get­ ting something for ourselves, or sat­ isfying our own desires, in such a way as. to injure a fellow man. Real love for our ,fellow men makes such sins impossible. Now comes the practical question: how can we be good citizens and good neighbors? There is only one sufe, always effective way. “But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ,” is the sim­ ple but miraculous secret. Is this just a beautiful figure of speech? Far from it; it is a literal transaction and experience. There is only one way of doing it, and that is, after confessing ourselves as lost and hopeless sinners, to receive Jesus Christ as our personal Saviour, thank­ ing God! that He died for our sins and rose again, and accepting His great sacrifice just as we would ac­ cept a great gift from sonje loved, friend. Then a miracle happens. God brings to pass the new birth for us; we are born again from above and entirely new life begins in us, which is Christ Himself. The Holy Spirit joins us to Christ just as a husband­ man or gardener grafts a slip or shoot into a growing/ vine or tree. Christ and the believer become one organ­ ism, one body, the believer being tak­ en into Christ, and Christ entering into the believer. In this way we can “put oh the Lord Jesus Christ,” and have God’s own love in our hearts for our neigh­ bor's and fellowmen* and. keep the laws of cur Government as good cit­ izens. The good citizen, the good neigh­ bor* the good Christian, is a temper­ ate man. He believes hi and practices temperance, which is self-control. In­ temperance, one form of which is in­ toxication or drunkehness, is lack of sdif-cotitrol, and is certainly not Christian. Paul mentions it by name in this lesson* and pleads with all Christians to put it away as they "cast off the works of darkness.” If there are governmental temper­ ance laws* our Christianity demands that we obey them. When there are no such laws, ottr Christianity de­ mands just as plainly that we show In our lives the fruit of the Spirit* which Includes temperance, or self­ control (Gal. W)/ By Betty Barclay Chocolate* has been a favourite flavor with the male contingent ever since cocoa beans were discovered in th'e tropical jungles. Since pie is an­ other traditional preference of the gentlemen it's no wonder that a ' creamy smooth chocolate pie gets a five-star rating in dessert popularity when male palates do the judging. This delicacy is also a five-star fav­ orite with the housewife if she makes it the quick, failure proof way with sweetened condensed milk. Here’s a recipe that take . only five minutes cooking, yet the filling is never too thick or too thin, It is always per­ fect made with this magic milk. * * * Chocolate Pie ' 2 squares unsweetened chocolate 1% cups (1 can) sweetened con­ densed milk , cup water Baked pie shell (8-inch) Melt chocolate in top of double boiler. Add sweetened condensed . milk stirring over boiling water* for 5 minutes until mixture thickens. Add water, stir until thoroughly blended. Pour into baked pie shell. Garnish with whipped cream if desired. Chill. * * * Fluffy Chocolate Pudding 2 squares unsweetened, chocolate 114 cups (1 can) sweetened con­ densed milk 14, cup water 2 egg whites Melt chocolate in top of double boiler. Add. sweetened condensed milk and stir over boiling water 5 min­ utes until mixture thickens. Remove from fire and add water. Let cool a-, bout 5 minutes. Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites. Pile in sherbet glasses. Chill. Serves 6. ROCHESTER BUFFAI O-ERlF MONUMENTS at first cost Having our factory equipped with the most modern machinery for the 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 out 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. X Skelton & Son li-Weit End Bridge—WALKERTON 1 Miiii Ari iiliii'ti flin-m