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The Lucknow Sentinel, 1981-02-18, Page 6j POW w Senna®, Wyt ,February • ;JOCELYN IMM O . .blisher+ SHARON J. DIETZ Editor. ANTHONY N. JOHNSTONE - Advertising and General Manager PAT LIVINGSTON -'Office Manager • -MERLE ELLIOTT . Typesetter. JOAN :HELM. Composition Business and: Editorial:Office Telephone 5284822 Mailing Address P.O. Box 400; Lucknow. NOG 2H0 Second Class Mnil•Registration. Number -0847 E t The Lioi s .Club family dance Saturday evening :provided. a wonderful opportunity for families to enjoy an evening of music and dancing. When some of us who are now older were younger, we accompanied our parents to dances almost every time they went to a dance. Only on rare occastions werelcchildren not permitt • d to go along because the invitation to a welding or .anniVersary'excluded them: a Children were a part of the fun. A dance was a family. affair. Children learned to, dance everything from the heel toe polka to a square dance by watching their parents and dancing with them. Children from the smallest up danced together and thought nothing silly about it, ' Then about 10 years ago, with inflation along came the increased costs of staging a live band' to provide music for dances. Social drinking becamefa must at dances and now children are excluded because almost every dance has 4 bar. Such dances have given various organizations the opportunity to raise funds for worthwhile ''community efforts and withoutbar proceeds, wedding receptions and anniversary parties could not enjoylive entertainmentand still have enough money left to give a gift to the happy couples. • . - • •. It's. unfortunate but true, ; . the .children ' are being excluded so that ,such occasions can be . successful The Lucknow Lions . Club has staged two family dances now which have been successful lit their own n right. While they probably don't make money, they are providing our children and young people with a night's entertainment we once took for granted. It is strange that what was once a common thing, is now so rare: Family dances, can now be considered a community service project provided by the forethought of one (Cour service groups. Letters to the editor W'.ints Mdii1 coverage To the Editor: I would , like all of the Clover Walley 4-H report to go into the paper and if it doesn't I'd like to know why. You told the people ' of the 'school of F. E. Madill S.S. that there wasn't any room .in your paper to put the Madill Mirror and meanwhile you print a 12 -page paper full of junk! Please try to find room for all interesting news, especially the Madill Mirror since. the. people who read the Lucknow Sentinel usually have kids who go to F. E. Madill . in Wingham and would like to read ' that portion of . the newspaper: Thank you;! Elizabeth Wilkins. EDITOR'S NOTE: The Sent- inel has been unable to publish the Madill Mirror for lack of space as the paper has been running less than 28 pages for some time. Unfor- tunately rive cannot run as many pa$es as we can fill' with news. " The number of pages in the Sentinel each week is determined bythe percentage of advertising for that week. While the Madill Mirror is of interest to our readers who attend F. E. Madill or have children at- tending that school, it is not the only school news we have been forced to omit for lack 'These Hungarlaa Bypsies daneed at. the Lucknow Figure Skating Club Caridval, 'Around the World, on • Sunday afternoon. From the left areairilyn Jamieson, Markham,: Tracy Livingston and Kirsten Irwin. - • • [SentinelStaff Photo] Kelly. of space. We have also _been . unable to carry Ripley school news in recent months.. Both of these are carried in other ' weekly papers, namely the Wingham Advance -Times . and the Kincardine News and therefore, they are re- ceiving coverage. , Raise •1,660. Ii' To the Editor: To date $1664.77 has been donated for the 1981 Ontario March of Dimes campaign in Lucknow, .Dungannon 'and. rural areas. Replies from town and rural residentsare still . most welcome. In the villages canvassers cared enough to give of their time and energy to • ask' friends and neighbours to support ' this campaign: in 'Lucknow, Hennie .Hilverda, Alene Clarke, Art Gilmore, Kay Collyer, Betty McInnes, Margaret Wilson; Norma Weatherhead, . Tena Gard- ner, Lillian Abbott, Margllret. Thomspon, Vernon Hunter, e Sandra .Collyer, ' Jane Tre- leaven, Vi Arnold, Mildred Loree, Mary Cleland, Ruth Thompson, Lynne Mani, Gloria Ritchie, Roberta Why- tock, Gloria Murray, Lorna Boyle, . Karen . Johnstone, Donna Sutton, Sara Ritchie, Bill Bogues, Fern MacDon- Turn to page 11' By Doi Campbell. When Neil. MacCrimmon returned to the "Southern Cross" tavern, heentered by the side door used by guests and went up the stairs to his room at the end of a corridor. It was a warm, humid night, charged with the atmosphere carried 'upwards from the tavern below. A mixture of stale tobacco and beer. Stripping down to his underwear, he lay on top of the bed in a vain attempt to cool himself. His room ' was .usually occupied by lower' class transients. All it contained was` the narrowbed and a small -pine .cupboard; There was no wash stand, jug or 'basin. It's occupants, if they were inclined to wash or bathe, carried out their ablutions in a shed nearthe well: Neil dreaded to think of living in the tavern during a hard winter! During the summer months there were few guests. On this particular night there was nobody except Neil. • Flora Fraser occupied a servant's room at the other end of the' corridor: Unhindered by curtains, pale moonlight penetrated the rough windows and lit the room in a soft light. Neil listened to the drunken babble of voices from, those still patronizing the tavern beneath: him,' and pondered on the tragic circumstances which had brought him to this place. Hufnanity can be base, cruel and utterly selfisht How long he lay there was. hard to imagine. He dozed in half consciousness until he became aware that the tavern was silent. , Presumably, the long session of intoxication was over: He heard squeaky treads on the stairs. Thetavern keeper, Red Morgan, had called it a day! . Neil Was dozing again when he thought he heard a Pwornan's . frightened cry, faint out appealing. He • dismissed it as imagination or perhaps just part of a dream. There was no mistaking reality .:.- the second time the voice cried out. ft was loud, clear, and calling in pitiful terror. It was Flora Fraser! . "No! ..No'l......oh, please Sir!. ....Have pity for God's sake! jacCrimmon sprang to his feet, ran down the corridor and flung open the door of Flora's room. In the dim light of the moon he' saw a man wrestling with a struggling, terrified woman upon .the bed. Neil grasped the only garment the assailant wore, a short silken shirt, and half lifting, half pulling, dragged the man off the '.bed and onto his feet. In a moment of utter hatred and contempt, he drove a clenched fist into the face of the molester who staggered. back against the washstand, sending the potterycrashing to the floor. In blind rage, Neil smashed the face of the man again. and again until he lay senseless in a crumpled p Nursing painfulrighthe lit.a candle by the. heap. Nurs�n a hand, bedside. Onlythen dida turn his attention 'to Flora. . She was standing in her nightgown, . sobbing and shaking from her ordeal. The candlelight only added to her distress. It revealed the red haired tavern keeper. He was very still, with blood trickling from his mouth and staining the frills upon his white silken shirt. "Are ye alright?" Neil asked Flora. She nodded with one hand covering her face and the. other pointing to the inert form of Red Morgan. Her voice tremkled with fear. "Oh! Mr. MacCrimmon - Neill What have ye done? I do believe ye have killed him!" She clasped her hands together against her breasts, horrified at the thought. "We are done for....the both of us. They'll show us no mercy!" ' "Hush woman!" Neil said harshly, as if to calm her by his firmness. "If I killed the bastered, we'll away the noo. I`ll no be biding here to witness my ain hanging!" MacCrin*mon's words did little to soothe Flora's fears. She began to cry and spoke between her sobs. "Where is there to gae?..There is no place to hide...We canna escape the watch...We'll ''both gae to prison!" There was little -point in reasoning with Flora. "Get ye ' belongings together quickly and put on ye clothes. It's no dawn yet. The' moon is still in the sky. There's time to get to the "Kingston Lass" before' she sails!" A short time later, a member of the Halifax Watch was patrolling the street. He discovered the door of the "Southern Cross" tavern swingingopen and went inside to investigate. Going from room to room he found Red Morgan lying in his own blood, and left quickly :to alert" the authorities.