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The Brussels Post, 1937-9-29, Page 2T11E BRMEl $ POST WE WANT YOUR HELP! When you see a motorist driving in a manner dangerous to the public, take his number, make a careful note of the actual time and place, and when you reach your destination write to the Motor Vehicles Branch, Department of Highways, Toronto, giving full details. We do not invite reports of minor infringements of the traffic laws; you are requested to use sound judgment. We will deal adequately with offenders ! DID YOU CAUSE THIS? Asa motorist and a citizen of Ontario, answer this question ; How would you like to face the rest of your life knowing that you were respon- sible—through carelessness -for an accident like this ? Would you ever want to drive a car again ? If you do drive, get this clearly in your mind ! Should you break an Ontario traffic law and cause death or injury, you may not be allowed to drive a car again ! We are determined to end the needless slaughter of our people. Cutting in, passing on hills and curves, crowding, racing and other breaches of the traffic laws, will get you into trouble—make no mistake about that! Reckless driving must stop --now! ONTARIO DEPARTMENT OF HIGHWAYS Motor Vehicles Branch 4111110116 1,104 i 3wW E»b: d«t «t g belet iedeT»: 3e%e1 ieteetefileelee~>ee-f«1 e- ee eteteeeeeeezeeeeeeeetejeeeeee, eeeeee.} Along LHighway BY MARGOT WRIGHT ` - ..:leleteeeet '! teeit.t:et IS P leetede:»eeeel eT!eeleiti leinti: etititerfwc, i izetew_«te :teeteeeeeeete :elieele cep SYNOPSIS. Ruth. Norris, student tee a London Art School, joins her father, Court- land Norris, a composer, and his pupil companion, Boris Quentin for a summer vacation in a caravan Boris Quentin's mother was a Hung- arian gypsy and he inherited her in- tense nature. He falls in love with Ruth but She tells him she can never love him. They encounter a young man on the road who had been knocked down by a motorist. He is Hugh Marvin an Englishman on a walking tour. Following a night in the hos- peal, Ruth who is much attracted o him offers bled a lift in the cars- van. Boris resents her interest In Hugh -with whom she finds she bas =nab in common They camp in the paddock of his friend Cynthia Wendell, but Hugh does not reveal his relationship with the girl, Courtland Norris is not well. Ruth's father dies and leaves very little money for her, She stays with Cynthia, each day falling more in love with Hugh, Rath feels she can stay no longer with Cynthia. On her last evening Hugh tells her he loves her. But they cannot take their happiness at the cost of Cynthia's Ruth returned to town and moves , to another flat. She obtains a !position as a fashion artist. Bode meets her on the street and their friendship is resumed. In saving Ruth from the wheels of a 'bus Boris is crippled for life. The doctors tell her he will never walk again. Ruth, in pity, marries Boris, She loses her position as fashion attest at Baldrick's when they find she is also doing freelance work, r She felt depressed as she went home that night, and wondered whether she had been wise to give 'um, her post. After all, it was a regular salary, and so much depend- ' ed on her nowadays. Freelance words was precarious. Supposing she tailed to make good, "Butt shan't fall," She told her- self, setting her chin firmly, though .in her secret heart she was worried, Boris was delighted, because it s meant that she would be with h1 all day, save when she was ou selling her work. "Why, of course you will mak good," he ,told her, in so confident tone that she took new heart. So, slowly, gradually, painfully she began the up -hill task of build ing up sufficient freelance connec- tion to keep the mboth, and leave a margin to be put by for a rainy day. It was a difficult struggle, but al - meet imperceptilyib it became easier. The greatest satisfaction she had was one day when the edit - refs of a famous fashion paper sent for her and gave her a regular com- mission to be executed. Others followed, and the sketches of "Marlette," as she signed herself, began to have quite a vogue, Presently, she and Boris moved to a little house which they had been lucky to find, -facing Clapham Common, It was an old house, with a delightful shady garden, and practically all of the following summer --two years since the death of Ruth's father—Boris spent lying in the garden, watching Ruth at work in the shade of the trees, He had changed almost beyond recognition from the virile Passion- ate boy of two years ago. He wnr; thinner, and paler, and he had little to say nowadays. He seemed content to Ile perfectly still, with his eyes following Ruth's every movement. She, too, was changed. Her once laughing eyes were grave now, and full of a sympathy and understand. ing that might have belonged to e woman very much older than ber- self. She dressed with qulet ale- ganee, and the household ran on oiled wheels under her capable but unabtrosive management, Sometimes Boris asked ber when site was going to finish the water- colour of which she had told him so long ago, but she just smiled, rather wistfully, and told him that perhaps she would, some day, But in her heart she did not believe 11, She had no inclination nowadays. She found an outlet for her creative ability in designing fashions, hut beyond that etre felt no artistic urge, as she had done once. She gave her husband a steady, quiet affection, and sometimes it eemed to her pathetic that he m satisfied with it—he who once bad t' been so full of burning ardour. On the whole, too, she forced her. e self to be satisfied with it, though a sometimes when she lay staring with sleepless eyes into the dark - should appear to be completely ness of her bedroom, something within her surged up and reminded her that she was young, At such I times the force of her longing for Hugh shook her to the depths of her being, and her soul went up a mute, passionate outcry against the fate that had robbed her of her birthright—the birthright of every woman—the love of ber natural' mate and the clinging hands of little ones, • too deeply moved to find aPPro- priate words, Cynthia was smil- ing delightedly, but Ruth's smile was tremulous. "Where on earth have you been hiding all this time?" Cynthia ask- ed her. "I have often longed to see you again, but you seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Have you been married?" "No—but we have go much to say to each other, Cynthia, we can't say it here, Will you come to lunch with mei" "Why, of course. Tbis is simply splendid, my dear!" 'Cynthia Linked her arm In Ruth's and they entered the first restaur- I ant that presented itself, for both were eager to find a place where they could talk, They sat down at a ,small table against the wall, and automatically Ruth began peeling off her gloves, Instantly, Cynthia had leant across the table, and with a smile, had taken her left hand. "Why—,my dear=you are married then?" Ruth felt the colour rush into her dace. Her eyes flew to Cynthia's left hand and saw that it was ring - less. For a moment everything went black, so great was the shock. "Yes --I am married,' she beard herself sayine, as though from a great distance, "To Boris Quentin, you know. But what o1 you? I thought I thought---" But, before dawn, she had always fought and won her secret battle, rising ready to resume the self- imposed routine of the daily round, with outward composure and cheer- fulness. At such times sbe reminded her- self that Hugh was for ever beyond her reach, as the husband of Cynthia, even if she had not strengthened the barrier between them by her marriage. And then something happened which, for a time, seemed to bring her world clattering about her ears, She had been up to Fleet Street with some sketches, and having dis- posed of them, was walking slowly along the Strand, with a vague idea of having lunch somewhere or other At one time she had been afraid to do this, for dear of meeting Hugh —for it has been said that one meets everyone in London, at one time or another, in the Strand. But with the lapse of time, she had grown more confident, and she found it stimulating to mingle with the strangely mixed crowd that throngs pavements of the Strand. Then, coming towards her, she saw a familiar face that for a mo- ment vaguely puzzled her. Bo' recognition followed swiftly, and she felt herself grow pale as she found herself ]facing Cynthia—e Cynthia difficult to recognise at first glance, for she wore the uni- form of a hospital nurse. Why—Ruth! Is it really you, after all this .timet" "Cynthia! The two girla looked at each other in silence for a moment; both ire Cynthia looked at her with a shade of sadness in her eyes, though she was smiling. "You thought I was going to marry Hugh? Well, I suppose 1 was, once, At least, Our respective families had wished it, and we had come to loop upon it as an accepted fact. I will tell you what I would tell no one ease. I was very fond of Hugh but almost at the last 'mo- ment l: seemed to realise what I had never realised before—prat H0511 didn't care for me --in that way, It wasn't hie fault, He did his best to make me think he cared -.:I suppose he :guessed how thinge wese with me ---but although I had been blind for a long time, Isud- datiiy had my eyes opened We - man's instinct, I suppose—call It what you like ---abut, of course, 1 couldn't go on with it, after that, 1 had my pride, --even if I had not been too fond of Hugh to want hinr to make a mess of his life. We part- ed very 'good frienls and shortly arterwards Hugh threw up hls job and went to South Africa—mining engineering, So that that!" "Oh, my dear, I'm sorry-" Ruth spoke sincerely, impulsively. She was still staggering under the ock of knowing that Hugh was e—had been free ail the time, even when she had bound herself to Boris; but out of the depths of her love for him she felt a deep pity for Cynthia, who had lost him. "Thank you, it's nice of you to say that," the other girl told her. "But on the whole, I'm quite happy. Sometimes I wonder whether I have not found a more suitable vocation than even marriage with Hugh could have been. You see, I sold the old house. Oh, yes, it way: a fearful wrench, but I'm glad now, ani took up nursing, and I love the work. Nursing the sick has al ways appealed to me, instinctively —.it just happens to be my vocation, I suppose. But tell me about your- self, any dear." (To Be Continued,) --.x_ TESTED RECIPES FURTHER PEACH DEDLICIAC In view of the abundant crop of peaches this season, consequently making the fruit comparatively cheap, the following recipes may he bound to be of particuar interest, Peach Ginger Shortcake Ye. cup butter 1 egg 1/l cup sour milk 3h teaspoon ground ginger lee cups flour Mt cup ;brown sugar ee cup molasses ee teaspoon soda riff teaspoon ground cinnamon 1 teaspoon baking powder i Cream butter and sugar, add egg and beat well. Add molasses, then sour milk, to which soda, ginger end cinnamon have been added, Mix well, then add flour and baking powder sifted together, Bake in a greased pan 50 minutes in a slow oven (325 degrees F.) Spilt whole hot and pile sliced sugared peaches generously be« tween and on top, Whipped cream may be served if desired, Fresh Peach Crumbly Crust 6 peaches 1 cup flour 1 cusp sugar 1/z cup ,butter Peel and slice peaches and springle half cup sugar over them. Mix remaining half cup sugar and flour and rib 'in butter until blended and of crumb conisstency. Spread over peaches and bake 1n a moder- ate oven halt hour. Serve hot or cold. Fresh Peach Cobbler 6 large pearhes 1 egg 11/4 cups flour • cup granulated sugar 2 tablespoons butter 2 teaspoons baking powder • cup milk Peel and slice peaches, Sprinkle each layer with sugar. Make a batter of the other ingredients and drop by spoonfuls over the peaches, Bake hall hour In a hot oven, Peach Muffins 2 cups flour 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 egg 1/4 cusp butter 31/4 teaspoons baking powder % cusp sugar 1 cup milk 1 cup sliced peaches Mix and sift flour, baking powder, sugar and salt. Beat egg and mill: and add to sifted dry ingredients. Add peaches, Stir as little as pos- sible to blend well. Bake in a mod- erate oven (3.60 to 376 deprees F,) 25 mrinuteer-serve hot, Fresh Peach Sponge 1 cup fresh peach pulp From all Stations in Eastern Canada GOING DAILY — SEPT. 18 — OCT. 2 inclusive Return Limit: 45 days TICKETS GOOD IN • COACIIFS at faros approximately 1c per mild, • TOURIST SLEEPING CARS a1 fares approximately lite per mile, • STANDARD SLEEPING CARS at fares approximately 135a per mile. COST OF ACCOMMODATION IN SLEEPING CANS ADDITIONAL BAGGAGE Checked. Stopovers atPort Arthur, Armstrong, Chicago and west,r.see Vanes. SleetingCar recuts#ons, cad all information from any agent: 4SIE FOR HANDBILL CANADIAN NATIONAL A PIPE TOBACCO FORA MILD, COOL SMOKE 1 tiublespoon geiatiuQ 24 cup boiling water 0111? sugar cup cold water 2 egg whites. Saitk gelatine In cold water, Add boiling water, then sugar, and stir until dissolved, M11en partly set ail peach pulp and beat until foamy. Add etfffly beaten egg whites, 'euro Into a wet mould and chill, 11 a rich pudding is desired, whipped cream may be substituted for egg }vliltos, using half cusp heavy cream, It Might Be You ! Take a good "look" at this pic- ture—it's a verbal one, but it telly the story just the name. Even though you won't like -it, stillit is something you must face if Ontar- io's annual highway slaughter is to be stamped out. It is a gruesome picture—ane one that happens every day on our streets and highways. This ac- cident happened because the driver was careless. He died—his face a grotesque caricature with his skull split open like a cocoanut, his chest a gaping hole wheer he had been jabbed by the jagged steering eolumin; H!s wife was less fortunate—s!ie lived. But every time she looks in- to a mirror she wishes she had' died, too. Modern plastic surgery can perform miracles but it has its- limitations. tslimitations. When she looks at herself in the mirror with the eye that isn't glass she still shudders, even though the accident happened three long years ago, Their 11be-year-old daughter lived too. But she doesn't realize Ir. Her skull was fractured and her brain injured. It's more difficult to rebuild a brain than a face. Don't say It can't happen to you— because it can and you know it! Today's headlines of dead, dying and injured people may be telling a story about you in tomorrow's papers, But you can help to pro- tect yourself, How? D1!IMA2' D SAJNB AND CARBp'UL DRIVING FROM EVERY MOTORIST, Re- port those you see driving danger. ously, And more important—drive sanely and carefully yourself. ELMER D. BELL, B.A. Barrister, aoilcitor, Etc. Phone 20x. _x_ Brussels, Ont. DANCE( & BOLSByw BARRISTERS, SoLICIT7ORS, ETC. L E. Dancey, K.C. & P. J. Bolaby Brussels, Ont. 'Phone 54X James McFadzean HOwlck Mutual Fire lneurance —Also-_ . —Hartford Windstorm —Tornado Insurance —Automobile Insurance Brussels, -t Ontario 'Phone 42. Box 1, Turnberry at. JAMES TAYLOR License Auctioneer for 1+,8 Count, of Huron. Sales attendee( to in e. parts of the country, Satiafa-tic Guaranteed ar no pay. Orders left at The Poet promptly attended tee Bolgrave Poes Otf PHONEice.S. Brussels 14-9. WILLIAM SPENCE Estate Agent. Conveyancer and Commissioner. General Insurance Main Office Wit• —Ethel. 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