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No. 4 Seaforth, •piorie 14-661. 06-012 TIIE a:IJNTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., MAR. 23rd, 1944 CHAPTER VI1 „ sat„� "It doesn't seem so. I've gob to put right with Simon. Cherry Pyecrolt member of the tVaafs, hurries to London to th apartment of her friend, Denise, who had married. the pian she loved. On arriving slie learns that Denise no longer loves Simon, and that she i leaving that night to avoid meeting hint on his return from a .trip t America. Cherry admits she has been in love with Simon,' Denise asks he to stay and greet her husband wit the bad news, Sinton arrives bu Cherry withholds the news. Learning that the train to Bristol had erashe —the train that Denise took— Simon and Cherry drive there, idents fy Denise's charred suitcase, and as same a badly burned body is hers Months later Sinton and Cherry ar married, but Cherry's happiness i spoiled at finding Denise's engage Ment ring in a drawer proving to Cherrythat Denise is still alive' Cherry meets Jerry. Miller secretly (Jerry' had run away with Denise) and asks if he was witness to the accident in which Denise .vas killed Cherry and Jerry quarrel after Simon happens to see them together. Valerie smiled "Von want jani on it. After all, you did. have a week e enol with your beloved Simon,. an I don't forget you saw him only yester day!” s 1 know. But I thought he' write aII the sane." .l "He'll write today and .there'l o be a letter tomorrow," 111 I She prayed that Valerie would. b right. They were on night duty le again that night. It was difficult to concentrate on what she was doing yet it was imperative that she should The plotters couldn't walk throng their jobs; they needed their wit - about them. -1 During the early hour of the morn ing when they had a little off tim in the rest rooin, Vale};ie. said, "You all right, 'Chem?" o l 'Yes, thank you. Why do you • ask?„ Y I "I don't know. You look sort o tired." ` "Oh, I'm tired certainly, I always . am on night duty." Blake lying in the desk chair be side her, leaned her arm behind her head and yawned. She was a skeptic on the subject of marriage and blain ed it for every ill. "Oh, I know . Cherry here thinks marriage wonder fuI," she said bitterly, "but you wait my girl. I must say these. last two r days you've not looked quite so per ky..,", Cherry picked up a look. If Blake was about to start pulling her to t pieces, she'd begin to read. Valerie jumped. quickly'in to he protection. "Cherry's all right, aren' you, Cheery? Just tired like the rest .. ofus." At long last they came- off duty. Cherry said to Valerie, "I'm not going to bother about any breakfast. I'm going right to bed this very moment." Valerie shot her a swift glance. - "I thought'. you were in Some sort of d a jam. You don't have to tell me if - you don't want to." Cherry gave a wintry smile. "That's d all right. It -it isn't anything really. At least, its nothing that I can't ex: 1 plain away,' or so Pin very much booing." e Simon called for her on Sunday morning, She'd written to him ex- plaining what had happened. Al , most fearfully she'd suggested he . should pick her up at the, airdrome. h "We'll only have six hours, darling. s Please try and spend every moment of them with ,me." ' -1 Valerie wished her luck ae she e hurried' front the billett. She said She would keep her fingers crossed and she was sure everything would the all right. Simon swung open the door of the car as he saw tier approaching. He didn't get out to come and. meet her. He didn't attempt to kiss her as she reached hint. He merely said, "Hop i i. I thought we'd go back to the cot- - tage for lunch. Mrs. Greene is cook- ing us a chicken." And once she was sitting beside him, "tV'e71 talk when we get there, shall we Cherry?" • She cast him a sidelong glance. , Was this really Simon, this stern- faced man sitting beside her, scar- - cely speaking to her. who Iooked so cold, and. whose voice sounded so distant when ;he did speak? . Mrs. Greene greeted them in the'. • doorway of the cottage. "Ali, there r you are in'm! I do think it's a t shame you can't be here for the weekend." I "Sd do I, Mrs. Greene. I'm terri- bly disappointed." ! "In about twenty minutes or so I'll have your dinner all dished up." What'll be grpnd," said' Simon. ,"We'll have some sherry first in the garden of you like, Cherry." She turned and walked blindly away. Tears fill down ilei cheeks Quickly she fished her handkerchief out of her respirator—all the Waafs kept their handkerchiefs, powde puffs, lipsticks and other oddments there, though .this hardly fitted in with service regulations—and wiped them away quickly. 'She mustn' err in public, especially since she was in uniform! But inwardly hot scalding tears were flowing. She passed a telephone booth She went in and got out two pennies dialing the number Sinton had given her to use in case of etnergency. But no sooner did she hear the ringing tone ,than she pressed button "B" and retrieved her coppers. What she wanted to say couldn't be said on an office telephone. She had to be care- ful. She mustn't make a false 'move now. 'She walked on dully through the maze of people thinking subcon- sciously' that London was really as- tonishing full for wartime. Funny how one side of her brain was con- centrating on ordinary everyday things while the other was asking what she should do, It would be fortnight t befor e Simon and she would be together again, at the cot- tage. She could write and explain, of course. Passing the Piccadilly Ho- tel, she went in and found a quiet corner in the writing room. But to pour out her heart to hint on paper was no easier to do than to get through to him on the telephone. The right words simply wouldn't come. She thought, I'll have to wait, He's sure to write to me or perhaps he'll, come down to the camp. He'll know he can see me just for a little while, Yes, this was what be would do. But it wasn't. When she came off duty next morning she went straight to the cook -house, where letters for the Waifs were always put. Valeria who was with her,. found a letter waiting on the reek. As she grabber it eagerly, she saw Cherry's faca fall. "Nothing for you?" DR. G. S. ELLIOTT Veterinary Surgeon • Phone 203 Clinton, Ont. ERNEST W. HUNTER CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 57 Bloat Str. W. Toronto Ont. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. opium.— President W. R. Archibald,' Seaforth, Vice -President Frank. McGregor,' Clinton, Manager Secy-Treas. M. A. Reid, Seaforth. ' DIRECTORS— W. R. Archibald, 'Seaforth; Frank McGregor, Clinton; Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth; Chris Leonhardt, Bornholm; E. J. Trewar- the, Clinton; John L. Malone, Seaforth Alex. MeEwing, Blyth; Hugh Alexan- •dor, Walton; George Leitch, Clinton. AGENTS— John E. Pepper, Bruce - 'field; R. F. McKercher, Dublin; J. F. Prueter, Brodhagen; George A. Watt, -Myth. Parties desiring to effect incur - tame for transact other business will 'be promptly attended to on applica- tion to any of: the above officers ad- dressed to their respective post offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director. CANADIAN NATION L 9 AILWAYS TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at'and depart =from Clinton as follows:. Toronto and Goderich Division Going Batt, depart 6.43 a.m. Going East, depart 3.03 p.m. Going West, depart ...I12.04 p.m, • Going West, depart 11.10 p.m, London and Clinton Division Corning North, arrive 11.20 a.m. •,Going South, leave ........ $.10 p.m. 1 At the end of a week Cherry wrote to, Simon. It was a short letter and didn't attempt to clear up anything. She only said that sbe wasmiser- asie at not hearing from him, that when she saw him again she would arid could .explain everything, and that once sire did so he would under- stand that her reason for lunching with Jerry Miller had been thorough- ly justified. His answer to her was short and lacked thewarmth and love which had always av w s ervadec hise 1 letters. p.;ie was glad to hear there was some explanation. He, would see her the following Saturday at the cottage. It was -on. the Thursday that they heard the watch was to be changed. They all knew what it meant, Though they all talked wildly of revolt, there was just nothing they could do about it. Instead of their forty-eight hours' leave, they would get only a bare six off'duty. Plans had to be cancel- led, dates readjusted. • Valerie saw Cherry's face as she heard the news. She slid her arm through her friend's and murmured sympathetically, "0h, Cherry, isn't that fiendish luck!" Cherry said, "Oh, Valerie!" and then choked back her tears. "You could get to the cottage for lunch, couldn't you?" "Oh, yes. That's what I'll have to do. But it is terribly disappointing, You see • , . well, there's something "Yes. Let's. I'll just run upstairs aad get out of uniform. Even though I only have a short time here, I'd like to get into something different." She went up to their room and slipped quickly out of her skirt and tunic. , She found . old navy-blue slacks and a simple blue and white striped blouse—homely clothes, but she knew Simon liked to see her in them. She whisked a comb through her hair and stood back from 'the minim z feellng vaguely y dissatisfied with her appearance. She wasn't sure today that she looked so "ridic-s ulously youthful." Tr z e were e dark shadows beneath her eyes. Night duty and inability to sleep during the day were beginning, tie 'tell on her. Sire was thinner, surely, than she should be. It was all very well to be thin, but if she wasn't careful she'd soon be scrawny.. Her hair seemed lifeless. Her cheeks , were pale. Above all there was an'anx- ious expression in her eyes, They were steained, uneasy. She could see Siinon through the window stretched out in a deck chair beneath the apple tree. She stood for s, moment watching him, a dreadful ache in her heart that things weren't as they should be between them, and a prayer, too, that . soon all this would ` be over, soon site would be in his arms again. He'd be telling her that. he under - Eight AJfmy Enters hernia Inµ octant talianRoar! Junction When men of a British regiment entered the ;important town and riiad junction of Isernia in central Italy a few hours ahead of an American patrol on the night of November 4th, 1943, they found that it had already Kee; evacuated by, the enemy, The 'awn itself t .a in a state of extr•enn ruin, having keen heavily bombed by Allied aircraft ands having had all important' buildings which were then standing blown up by :the Germans before they left. Picture shows: British troops pa - s1 the 'debris -strewn streets of Trernia, This is one in a series of advertisements explaining problems of electric Kipp - /y to farm and hamlet consumers served direct by The. Hydro -Electric Power Commission of Ontario, New Hydro Rugal Rates Reduce Your Bilis Note the saving you will obtain under the new rate of 4e, 1 6110c, and 3-4c in the following examples showing comparative quarterly billsfor several 'commonly used quantities of energy: Where Old Rate Was 4c, 2c, 3/4c Standard Farm Service Hamlet 2 -Wire Service 3 Months' YOUR BILL AT Kilowatt Old New Hours Rate Rate 150 $8.60 $6.56 300 111-S9 8.86 600 11.53 13 53 3 Months' YOUR BILL AT Kilowatt Old New Hours Rate Rate 100 $693 $5.52 200 8.87 7.54 300 10.82 9.10 These examples illustrate the savingsyou will secure in your Hydro bill in Rural districts where the old rate was shown above. The amounts shown are for quarterly net bills, including Dominion Govern- ment War Tax. The reduction in your bill in a district having "a higher old rate (such as 6c, 2c, %c or 6e, 2c, %c) will be proportionately greater than the examples shown above. Please note that the service charge for farms is• discontinued, but the minimum bill for such consumer is $6.66 per quarter, for which amount up to 168 kw-hrs. can be used. In a district having a former rate of. 4c and 2c, this same amount would have cost the consumer $8.29. Hamlet consumers have 'the service charge cut in half, but the minimum bill is $4.87 per quarter, for which they can use an amount of 83 kw,-hrs, In a district having a former rate of 4c and 2c, this amount would have cost the consumer $6.46. These explanations are given to help you understand the new rate, In our next advertisement, we will discuss for your benefit, the UNI- FORM RATE. In the meantime, if you need further information, please ask your Rural District Superintendent, THE HYDRO - ELECT RIC POWER COMMISSION OF ONTARIO stood. She turned. and ran downstairs. He rose as she cane toward him. "Where would you like to sit?" "Here, Simon." She. dropped late the chair oPPo it e his. "Oh, dear, I was so thankful to get even this. little time away from the station. At first I was afraid I might not be able to manage anything. Once they start switching around the tines of the watches, you never Brow quite what's going to happen." "Well six hours is something. What time have you got to be back?" "Six o'clock," He dropped down in his chair again. Cherry wondered how to begin. She wanted to tell him right away, to get it over, because there could be no happiness while this shadow lay bettveen them. She said desperately, "Simon. About the other day " '• "Well?" His voice was strangely cold. So were his eyes as they looked at her. Her heart shook. "Darling, I've been so miserable," she said. "I can't tell you what I've felt like this last fortnight." He laughed shortly. "I don't think you need to. T' haven't felt too good myself. It was a bit of a shock to see you come' out of that restaurant with that fellow Miller." "I know, Simeon, but ..." Mrs. Greene's voice interrppted then. "It's all ready, in'm. Shall I take it in?" Simon cursed beneath his breath. "Yes, certainly, Mrs. Greene," said Cherry. Then to Simon, "We'll• have, it seems, to talk about it later." "I suppose there's nothing else for it. We must have this 'confound- . ed rneal," It seemed a lifetime before they were ` alone . again, Mrs.Greene fussed around them. Were they sure they had all they wanted? She'd made bread sauce. She hoped they liked it. And there was stuffing, too "I' thing{ it's .a nice tender bird, sir," she breathed ecstatically, as Simon carved it. . "It seems to be. Thank you, yes, really we have everything we want." Mrs. Greene took one last look around, and then almost reluctantly left therm alone. Simon put Cherry's -plate be- fore her. "I hope you're hungry." "I'm not in the least" "Well, you'1l have to eat all, that up or you'll probably hurt Mrs. Greene's feelings." He sat down "You weresaying ? said. Simon.on. "I was trying to tell you, darling, that 1 had a very good reason for meeting Jerry Miller." He looked at her disbelievingly. She thought bitterly. He night at ' . least wait until he's heard my ex- planation. Suddenly realizing that complete frankness was the only way to win back iris trust and his love, she said 1 desperately, "It's rather a longi story, Simon." "Well, we've got all afternoon." "It goes back over two years." Simon wondered if it were fair to force a confession from her. Suppose he just said, "It's all right. Denise told me that the fellow was in love with you. Maybe we'd .better just say no more about it." But somehow he didn't feel like saying this. He longed •above all else for some ex- planation, as she'd promised in her letter, that would put things right between them. Only for the life of him he couldn't think of one. "Yon see, Sinton .. . oh, darling, don't look at me• like that, You're making it all 5o much harder. Simon, Jerry Miller used to be ter- ribly fond of Denise." Simon stared at her. "Of Denise?" (TO BE CONTINUED) v A Musician's Testimony Tune, "Auld Lang Syne" Some folks who other's faults C sharp, , Suppose we may B flat: With all our crotchets we are saved, And quaver not at that, The solemn organ used to set Our praise. in semibreves, Now' demi-semiquaver songs Our quickened heart relieves. Our beads were empty as the drum, We often lost: our time, Our thorights were in a minor key, But far ftom the sublime. Discord drove us. off our dots, Hearts like a cracked bassoon, Until the Lord in mercy came And put our soul hi tune. • We want no cowards in our Band, But men of moral. weight, Who, with the glory tri their souls, Can blow a cornet—straight. OLD VIRGINIA PIPE TOBACCO It's a real pipe smoker's tobacco Whose bass takes double G- Men saved high up to go low down Makes God's own harmony. Who has no music ie his soul, Nor any in his head, We do not seek to take his name, We'll take his cash" instead. To all born out of season Salvation is' a boon, There's also occupation nigh For souls born out of tune, C. Goodland. • v THE ORDINARY SEAMAN He doesn't wear a uniform Of a tailored navy blue, He may never be too stylish But he's loyal, fine and true. He's the stoutest, bravest fighter That the world bas ever seen, He's the Ordinary Seaman Of the Merchant Marine. He's the lad upon the tanker, With its precious load of oil, He's the one who pians, the freighter With the products of our toil. He's the one who dares the raider And the lurking submarine, He's the ordinary Seaman Of the Merchant Marine. Let's give credit to our Air Force And the boys in Khaki too, Let's- give credit to our Navy, And wherever it is due. But don't forget the vital cog In. Great Britain's war machine He's the Ordinary. Seaman Of the Merchant Marine. ' --Helen Hawthorne: