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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1937-10-21, Page 6* fy BiMi C&hfe,^si- THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES . Thursday, October £1, 1937 ance money she had taken a secretar­ ial course. For a year she had been chief clerk in her uncle’s law office. But he had gone into corporation practice and jhere hadn’t., been any place fox' ,her in ’the new scheme of things. Since then there had been a few weeks work here and there but for ten days there had been nothing. No wonder she had now forgotten were like, Besides, at the high she had been in love. She laughed a little she thought of that. How mad she had been abotit Roger Yarnell! And Roger was married now and had a good-looking baby and the last time she had seen him he had merely look- *ed funny to her. That was the way made funny—looking wonderful for a little Natalie glanced up some features above her. Really, he was wonderful looking, this Monty Wallace. Or did he only seem like that because of something in her? Heavens, maybe she was in love with this man! I His eyes caught hers now and SECOND INSTALMENT Other couples began moving from the tables within, but the two were pot aware of it. When he bent his head, her lips met his without shy­ ness or confusion. It was as though the moment were preordained. Then she gave a low laugh. “Aren’t we supposed to be danc­ ing?” she asked gaily. He kissed her again quickly. “Perhaps we are,” he chuckled as he swept her out onto the floor with swift, rhythmic strides, “but it seems like a waste of time and of very ex­ cellent music that might be much bet­ ter employed.” He danced, she found, with grace and ease. It was as though he really enjoyed the music and as though there had been no need for him to learn the steps through -which he guided her. For the first time, she reminded herself, since her high school class dance, she was enjoying —really enjoying—a party like this. She wondered about that. What could it be that made this seem so much the same? Much water had flowed under the bridges of the world since that gay night. She had gone two years to the university. Then her father had died and with his insur- | found them smiling. what parties school dance at herself as with love. It people seem while. at the hand- STEEL-HELMETED KING isian independence day. The king shown with Col. Sosholovitsch, Jugo­ slav military attache. King Boris (LEFT) joined in the military spirit at Palamarzie, Bulgar­ ia, by donning a steel helmet at mil­ itary manoeuvres celebrating Bulgar- dancing dictator ^Everybody laughed, when Chancel* • lor Adolf Hitler picked on this farm fraulcin for an impromptu dance, It was a gay moment for Hitler at the harvest festival In the city square at Bueckeberg, near Berlin, recently. The whole town, was watching too. The girl certainly seems to be enjoy* Ing it, white guards keep the surging crowd back, “What’s so funny?” he wanted to know. “You’d die if you knew,” she laxighed aloud. “Gosh!” he exclaimed, reddening. “You make me feel as though I’d for­ gotten to put on somthing, some real-. ly vital part of the old costume.” “Oh, it’s nothing like that, I just had a queer thought and' it1 made me laugh in spite of myself. Don’t you ever do. that?’’ “What? .Have queer thoughts or laugh in spite of myself?" “Have thoughts that make you want to laugh at the silliness of them?" she tried to explain. “Well, I’ve got one now that will seem pretty silly if you can’t see it.” He held her a little closer and her heart quickened. The smile faded quickly from her eyes. That little skip in her heart beat had told her. She was! She was in love with this boy as she had been with Roger Yar- nelland he was a hundred times more splendid in her eyes already than Roger had ever been. It was frightening, a discovery like that. He had danced with her now to the shadowy corner once more. Before she knew it,’ he was kissing hpr again and she was kissing him. This was madness but glorious, glorious madness, How could life do such amazing things? “Was that your funny idea?” she said softly, standing in the circle of his arms. '' “Yes,” he said, suddenly .^serious. “I’m wild about you, I never met anyone so gorgeous in all my life be­ fore. I want you. I want you to go somewhere with me—tonight.” She was caught by his mood but she hadn’t heard too. much of hi's words because of a blare in the music. “Where?" she asked. “Anywhere,” he told his lips on hers again. In the very kiss, the from her lips. Glory died in an in­ stant. That lifting of her. heart that had seemed like the levitation of her whole, body suddenly failed. Everything crashed that seemed to be worth while. “Oh,” she cried. “I’m sorry about that. I should have seen it coming.” I was afraid,” he sdid contritely, “that the idea might be a bust. Will you forget it?" “It can’t be done, Mont Wallace,” the girl said slowly. “I-had just, very suddenly, decided that I loved you. And so. ...” *She flung her arms out helplessly. It was at the bus station that she made him set her down. There on that- yesterday morning that now seemed so long ago she had left her few belongings. She claimed them at ■ the checker’s desk and trudged thru the cool, sweet night to a family hot­ el only a block or two away. Registering, she chose an inexpen­ sive room and put off the bell boy with smiling thanks in lieu of a tip. But the smile came hard. Here was lonely night on the heels of a ruined evening. Love! For a moment it had caught her in its spell. For a single instant it had glorified the vistas of life. And now it was gone, like the fading af­ terglow of northern lights. She lay long staring into the dark, wondering if' stolen ecstacy could be the searing thing she had been taught —wondering, if love must always die so tragically, wondering what a heart without a wound could hurt so fear­ fully. And lying there, it seemed as if a presence filled the roomj as though Mont Wallace stood there holding out his arms and smiling contritely, liistantly the feeling was gone but now her heart had come alive again, Hurt there still was in her breast but it was sweet paid. Life -Would go on, Struggle* and woe and sorrow, glowing delight and fearfuhecstacy would make its lights and shadow. But this one day would color the whole fabric of it for it was the day on which her love had been born, She knew* that this milch was real out of the eVetiiug. This much could never be taken away, that Mont Wallace and would always. Sven in loving she Wouldn’t he smile at that? Wouldn’t he grin to know this thing he had left in the crushing hurt Beneath her breast? / It was a jest of fate. Only her heart had been ravished but she knew there would be no forgetting. Lightly he might go on from one kiss to an­ other, gathering them like trophies of his prowess in the airi Lightly he might test them in the crucible of ijjasslbhj eveu fo find one that finally her eagerly; warmth fled she loved love him latighed. f A. that she loved him went with the hotel dining the street with her of in what- reveal would in be all Business and Professional Directory 0 Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Cq. Established 1840, Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance , Head ABNER Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON at reasonable rates. Office, Guelph, Ont. COSENS, Agept. 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 7 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 Lopated at the Office of the Tate Dr, JI. W, Colborne. Office Phone 54.Nights 107 J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc, Money to Loan. Office — Meyer Block, Wingham / J. H. CRAWFORD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Successor to R. Vanstone. Wingham Ontario R. S. HETHERINGTON BARRISTER and SOLICITOR Office -T- 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. fused, with Mont coming behind. - undreamed of <even by our grandfa- And presently she stood in the clut- thers, your doctor can PREVENT tered room that was the photograph- diseases .that were once supposed to' er’s office. Mont Wallace’s arms be the natural heritage1 of mankind, were around her once more. And. for the picture’s sake she looked up into his eyes as she had done that night before while Jimmy Hale took the picture that was to tell more than all her story had. done and that was to bear as caption .her opening line — “I danced last night with Mont Wal­ lace.” That was the day Natalie came to know Jimmy Hale. A likeable boy who swore he^couldn’t write a line of copy, he proved to be the best in­ structor she could have had in * the business of hunting down news. Where things happened, there soon oi- later — generally sooner — Jimmy Hale would be found with his small car loaded with cameras, lamps and other equipment of his trade. Because the girl was given feature assignments, almost from the first, she and Jimmy were thrown much together and he came to consider her his special charge. The time was to be when Jimmy would call her in the middle of the night if a story broke and together they would race to the spot, Jimmy to prowl for significant pictures and Natalie to hunt odd in­ terviews and special details that made good feature material. Jimmy had unerring news hunches and it was, he who, on that first of their days together,...swung the car around to the mansion of Jake Mar­ ion, west coast plane builder, and halted under the wide porte cocherc. (Continued Next Week) claimed his own eternal desire. But always there would follow him the adoration of herself, of Natalie Wade. Her heart could not bow down. It could not abase itself. But it could burn‘with an eternal fire that he had kindled even though he might never know, Sleep came at last, deep dreamless sleep that would not summon even a phantom of this youth to Mier arms but in the morning she knew some glory.burned in her before even her mind remembered Mont Wallace. Consciousness her to breakfast room. It crossed to the morning office of the Express. It stood with her beside the day edi­ tor when he complimented her on the story she had., done and ratified the agreement of his assistant that she should have a trial on the staff. Her name was on the assignment t-book, It thrilled her to find it there, “Follow Wallace,” was the assign­ ment, , Natalie had enough of her father’s tradition in her to know the meaning of that . She was to bring in anoth­ er story of the new hero, and site was to telephone- him. She was to see him, and spend what time she could with him until the deadline of the af­ ternoon papei* and perhaps until the final edition, that sporting extra for which she had written the afternoon before. She was to chronicle every slight­ est incident in his life of that min­ ing of that day. Yet, strangely, she was not to write the tremendous story of -that night, at least not as it had burned itself into her heart.' She thought of the eager readers all over the nation who would be waiting for her story. It would be carried, on the wire. It would, if she could do it well, bring a hundred mil­ lion people to sit beside this one man, to question him and to heart ever he had to say that would the man. Millions of girls, she knew, be among those readers. Millions of girls would want to know what this man was like. Girls made heroes of men like Mont Wallace. They would follow him. They would write him. They would send foolish mash' notes and- requests for his picture. And now Natalie knew wjiat she would, write. It was one story, at least,' that all the girls would read. She took from the pile of rough copy paper that lay beside her type­ writer. She fitted carbon paper ..be­ tween two sheets and then she wrote the one line she knew would free her from the rules of newspaper writing that she knew so- vaguely. “By Natalie Wade,” she wrote the middle of the line. It would, a by-line story and she alone of the' girls and women in the world could write it. Perhaps it would not be published. Perhaps when she had finished she would find that she could not let it be published. But it must be written. And the lead wrote itself before her unbelieving eyes. “I danced last night with Mont Wallace,” it read. “I danced with him and loved it. For Mont Wallace ■dances as he flies, gaily, easily, ex­ cellently well. Unwearied by the long grind at the controls of his little black plane, by the prodigious effort it must have cost to. hurl that^plane from coast to coast in faster time that ever man made the flight before, he danced as lithely as though it were the first exertion of the day.” She wrote on and on, in each line something that would give the girls for whom she wrote an instant in the hero’s arms. And as she wrote she thought ot that other story she might have writ­ ten but did not. “I kissed Mont Wal­ lace last night,” it should have read. “I kissed the man who flew from coast to coast straight to my feet. I. kissed again the man who had bent to kiss me before ever he knew my name or I his.” There were in the story she Was actually writing some touches’of this man’s humor, of the physical splendor of him, of the cleft in his chin that had fascinated het arid of the brown hair that lay unruly on his broxy, Natalie had lost herself in the writ­ ing' of her story. • She did not know when the day editor came zto stand behind her chair and to read the lines she had written. She did not know when he hurried back to his desk and bellowed for Jimmy Hale, the staff photographer, It was not till she had finished what she was ’writing and had written the conventional “-30-" at the bottom of her copy that she looked up to find the photographer standing beside her and with him the familiar figure of Mont Wallace. “Listen, kid, the old man wants a special picture on this?’ It wks Jimmy Hale’s husky voice, Jimmy’s slightly bleary grirt that backed the request “Come on in hijre now. I’ve got to make it snappy?’ ... Natalie followed him, a little con* I ated medical and. surgical knowledge, i HARRY FRYFOGLE 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 Yop to Have An EXPERT AUCTIONEER to conduct your sale. ' See T. R. BENNETT At The Royal Service Station. Phone 174W. * J. 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So- why trifle with our greatest posses­ sion—the human body. Fortunate in— „ deed is the man who has a family physician whom he trusts and to- whom he and his'family may go reg­ ularly to seek advice and counsel on- how to maintain that most priceless- of all possessions—good health, Questions concerning Health, ad­ dressed to the Canadian Medical As­ sociation, 184 ’'College* St., Toronto^ will be answered personally by letter. “Now, boys, said the teacher, “if1 we are good while on earth, when we die we will go to a place of everlast­ ing bliss. But suppose we are bad, what will become of us?” • “We’ll go to a place of everlasting blister,” answered the small boy at the bottom of the class. 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