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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Lucknow Sentinel, 1979-10-10, Page 4'Page 4—Lucknow Sentinel, Wednesday, October 10, 1979 The LU.:CkNOW SENTINEL LUCKNOW, ONTARIO "The Sepoy Town" On the Huron -Bruce Boundary Established 1873 Published Wednesday Business and Editorial Office Telephone 528-2822 Mailing Address P.O. Box 400, LuckneiW, NOG 2H0 Second class mail registration number 0.847 * CNA MEMBER SHARON J. DIETZ - Editor ANTHONY N. JOHNSTONE Advertising and General Manager l MEMBER O r A SIGNAL PUBLICATION PAT LIVINGSTON - Office Manager MERLE ELLIOTT - Typesetter -MARY McMURRAY - Ad Composition Subscription rate, $12 per year in advance Senior Citizens rate, $10 per year in advance U.S.A. and Foreign, S21.50 per year in advance Sr. Cit. U.S.A. and Foreign, $19.50 per year in advance Autumn As I looked out the window this morning And saw Nature's carpet of gold The leaves of the. Chestnut and Maple Were protecting the flowers from cold. What beauty there is .all around us. If only we take time to see Even .the weeds change their dresses As Autumn's call turns the key. We know Winter's white blanket will follow But. for this. quiet time. we are glad The bird's .songs right now are muted Remembering the good days they've .had. The scarlet and golds are all mingled What a beautiful mantle to see A cheery picture from nature Her Thanksgiding gift for free. —Edith Webster Letters to To the Editor: The Lucknow and District Branch of the 'Arthritis Soci- ety }has Completed a success- ful campaign raising $1,900* to' be used for the society's .program of research and education.. • A campaign is very Much a team effort and •We would like to thank all those who. helped and all •'those who gave. Canvasser were: Mary Lavis, Wilma Clarke,, Blan- che ..Needham,. Sharon Mac- Dougall, *Alice • Doelman, Marilyn Maclntyre, Jean Kaufman, Marlene Stritth- ers, Thelma Brown, Winni- fred Gammie, Kathleen Mac- Donald, Dora Brooks, Edna Ross, Anna Johnstone, Tillie Wilson, Joan Helm, A. Len - nips, Margeurite Sanderson, Bertha Whitcroft, Kathy Ol- son, S. Rivett, Rena Menary, Lynda Curran, Mary Ander- son, Donna Young, Mary Here, Jean Errington, Winni-. fred ; Girvin, Alma Black, Pearl Menary, Mary Lou Raynard, Shirley 4. Hack- ett, J. W. Scott, Darla Allan, John McMurchy, Kay Craw- ford, Maudie Fisher, Marion Donais, Marlene Stothers, Irene Martin, Jan Caesar, Herb Clark, Mary E. Tre- . leaven. Captains 'were:'. Betty Rit- chie, Olive Blake, Anne Aus- rr the editor tin, Margaret Hamilton, Bea- trice O'Donnell,. Kay Collyer, • Sandra Collyer, Sara Ritchie," Cora Cranston, Jean ' Kauf- man, Ena Henderson; Mary MacIntyre, .. Tillie . Wilson; Betty . Smith, Mamie Roul- ston. The Lucknow and District Arthritis Society. To the Editor: On October 25 there will be a self-help display and program at the Brookside • ?ublic School in Dungannon '. at 8 p.m. The articlesare made by . people in other -countries, working in their ancient arts: These are sold and the money sent back to the producers that they may become more independent, and thus have a greater. feeling of self-respect and personal growth. Everyone is invited, and the program will include a filmstrip illustrating how the sale of these goods will be giving food to the 'hungry, housing for the homeless and education for the young. The evening is being put on by the ladies of the Christian Fellowship group in Dungannon. Sincerely, (Mrs. H.) Marion Lawrence. Helen and Carl Schack open snack in Whitechurch store The disappearance of Mary MacLeod became the number one topic of gossip•at Redtrees, There •was little to ;talk about really, except. that the minister's ' daughter had Left the community.'But, why?That was the burning question on the Ii.ps of the tattle. talers.• Douglas MacLeod: had the answers to most of the mysterious circumstances: He- was a master in the art of .conversation, and the gossipers got Tittle or. 'nothing .out of him. "I heard your daughter's gone away for a.speii, Douglas. Is that right?" Yes indeed," was ail .the minister would reply. `She'll be coming back soon, I guess?" "The Lord directs our comings and goings. If, it's • His will, 'then I' trust she will return shortly". This statement was sufficient • to terminateany further questions of the curious congregation. • Jessie MacCrirnmon.was not the least amongst the inquisitive, and she was another of Douglas's ,flock who tried to question . him without ,success: The'• minister found some comfort in her questions' He knew that.'Jessie's husband Jarries,the only other personto read Mary',s •''last letter, was keeping the, confidential information secret', James MacCrimmon was a man you could trust with your life' It was obvious that Jessie would learn' nothing unless ' she questioned her husband. This would require very careful tact. James was not likely to volunteer information in the interest of mere curiosity, One day, Jessie confronted her husband at the breakfast table. It was not the best of times. James was a little morercr..abby than usual. "You didn't tell me why you„ went to :Pantown with Douglas MacLeod ,the other morning. , James shovelled a piece of egg into his mouth and drew the back of his hand across his lips: He swallowed and the danger signal: flashed in his eyes, but, he didn't ' offer to speak. Having gone 'so far, Jessie had to press home her attack. "f seed you readin' that letter - from 'Mary weren't it? I figure I got the right ter know - a man aught ter trust his wife, so 'e did!" She picked up the coffee pot from the wood stove and poured the brown liquid into his cup, James remained Silent but his temper was. beginning to rise. "It ain't right, leavin' Douglas MacLeod like that - ail. alone, an'�.'•im a widower. She.ain't got no business leavin' 'im!" "Hush up woman," Jafnes, interjected angrilly. "Tain't nobody's business except Douglas Mac- Leod's." "And yours James. 'e came•ter you on 'er account: know 'e did - 'e made It; your business and mine when you seed that letter she wrote. I figure I got the right ter know.' James pushed his chair backwards and got to his feet. He wagged a finger at his wife. "You got no right ter nothin'. You, nor yer • gossipin' friends. You're all guessin',, So yer are, an' yer got 'old of the dirty end of the stick, Yer can keep on guessin' but I'm tellin.'.. yer, you'd better keep yer trap shut. What's between'me and MacLeod is just Memory 'BY 1 .A 'CAMPBEp,t"•- „;, that, between' im.an' me. It don't concern ..nobody else! '• p put on a heavy winter coat and hat and stormed out of the house.' leaving. his coffee stillin the cup, Standing.'by the .rail fence, he looked out across -the snow covered rolling land,; As it happened, James knew even' more than the minister: He recalled that. Mary and Angus had been childhood sweethearts and guessed what they felt for•.each ot`her.:.It was true he had never seen them together in recent times, but the looks which his son had given the minister's daughter in the church, toldhim all there was to know. If Mary MacLeod was pregnant then the father of her unborn child was his own son, Angus: For a .moment he was tempted to go back into the house and telt his.wife the. whole truth. That would really give her something to think about: Itwould sure shut her mouth, so; it would! As he made his way down to the barn, through the drifting snow, he told himself that it was his duty to write 'and' tell Angus. It would be a secret that the two of them would share not even the•minister knew the father' of Mary's child. '• ' tt:was February when Angus received hisfather's letter. The battlefields of France were scarred with shell holes, the remains of buildings and.. splintered.. trees. Somewhere along the •seemingly'endless lines of trenches, the Caledonian Scottish still waited in the.. half frozen Mud, fortheirbaptism of fiire..They had grown used to the appalling conditions, the smell of death, garbage, latrines and the creatures who lived with them - rats and those smaller more vicious, persistant .tormentors: the lice which fed* upon a soldier's blood. • ' . Angus .knew he had to live with a misery more difficult to endure than mere physical discomfort. He now had;to live with a constant anxiety of guilt add helplessness, and always appearing in his - thoughts, the sweet smiling face of Mary MacLeod. There was little•to live for now, he told himself. He* cursed the sheer stupidity of war and in 'his, ignorance, the Germans. They'd pay so` they would -'they would have to reckon with more than just an ordinary soldier when they met him. God help the German who faced Sergeant Angus MacCrimmon. 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