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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1930-11-06, Page 2Clinton News.Record ,CLiNTON, ONTARIO Terme of Subscription 32.00 per,yeer in' edvaece,. to :Canadian 'addresses; '$2.50 'to the IMS. or other foreign. countries, No,paper'diecontinoed until ail arreare_aret.paid'.onless at the option of the; pnbfletier. The date to which :every eubecription is Paid Is denoted Un the Jebel. Advertising 'Pates=Tra .helent -'adder-• tising„-12c per count line for first Pnsertton. 8c fere ea& subsequent insertion. Heading counts 2; lines.. Bnlall'advertisetnents, not to exceed one tach, such` as 'Wanted, ''Lost,",. "Strayed," etc,, ,Inserte'd' once Co? 35c, :each aubsequent •insertion 15c Advertisements emit in without in- , •structions as to the-numher of In. • serttot s- wanted will run until order- ed out and will: be' charged 'accord- ingly Rates for displey.'advertising, 'Made enown on' application. Communleatiees intended' for . pith. Heerlen must, as a gearantee of good faith,. -Se accompanied by the name MI the writer. G. 13, HALL, M. R. °LAI Ti, Proprietor. Editor. M. D. M&TAGGART Banker A •general Banking Business transacted: Notes Discounted. Drafts Issued. Interest Allow- ed on Deposits. Sale Notes Pur- chased. H. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer ,Financial, Rea) Estate .and Fire, In. surance .Agent., Representing it Fh'e Insurance Companies. • Division , :ourt Office. Clinton. Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. Barristers, Solicitor, Notary Public. Successor to W. Brydone, K.O. Sloan Block Ctlnton,' Ont. CHARLES B. HALE Conveyancer, Notary Public, Commissioner, etc. (Office over J. B. Hovey's.Drug Store) DR. J. C. GANDIER Office Hours: -1:30 to 3.30 p.m., 5.30 to 8,00 p.m., Sundays, 42.30 :to'1.30 p.m.. Other hours by appointment only. Office and Residence — Victoria St. DR. FRED G. THOMPSON Office and:Residenoe: Ontario Street — ' Clinton, Ont. One door west of Anglican Church. 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Charges Moderate' and Satisfactiou Guaranteed. B. R. HIGGINS. Clinton, Ont. General Eire, and 'Life Insurance Agent Ser Hartford Windstorm, Live Stock, Automobile and Sickness and Aocident Insurance.' Huron and Erie and Cana. da Trust Bonds. Appointments made to meet parties at Brucedetd, Varna and Bayfield. 'Phone .57. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. President, James Erans, eeecha•,iud, vkm. pIca ident James Connolly,c=odertere Wml, rRictors: James hn,, ellen; rtobt�iPerris, aEiul- te_t; James IBenndwete, tiroadhaa•eon Jahn 1 epee; I%ruoefiebl A. Rroadfont, Se\gents: O. P. tan�'Rttt. o Seaforth, ion: John Nturraty, Scatat•th; James Watt, Blyth; ltd. Ligaltley, Seaforth. Secretary- and Treasurer: D. 5'. Itt. •.Gregor,' Seaforth. Any money to ae paid may be paid to Mo,.rish Clothing Co., Clinton. or at Calvin' Cu tt's grocery, Gederich.. Parties desiring to effect insurance or transact other business will be promptly att.nded to on application to :any of the above officers addressed to their respec- tive post offices. Losses inspected by the Director who lives nearest the scene.. TIME TABLE Trains will arive at and depart' from Clinton as follows;' Buffalo and Goderich Div: , Going Beet, depart 4.44 a.m. it . Ir •, 2.45 p.m. Going West, depa 112.09 p.m. depart 10.24 p.m. Lon•ion, Huron & Brice. C .trit Sc:t 't th d a i p7.38 a.m.' 4.08 p.m. .y N»;';h 11 spa rt 6.42 pm, ”, ar.,1.1.50 dp. 12.12 p.m. APRIL ESCAPADE By KATHLEEN NORRIS SYNOPSIS• Mary Kate 'O'llera is in 1pve with Case Keating. 'Christopher S:eynes, a friend '" her employer,'pr<poees that she ply ;lie part of his'wife for one ,night in order, tie discourage a Rus- sian countess who 4 on his trail. Mary agrees; it means .enoughmoney to let Martin, her'brother,.go. to Germany -to study ,medicine, and Steynea 'is' abso- lutely trustworthy. She ells no one of ,what she is going to do. CHAPTER XIII.-(Cont'd.) There wasa silence. Then the girl unexpectedly ,laughed. "It's 'crazy, I guess," she suggested mildly, ; . "I, don't see it!" Christopher Steynes eaid sfo tly; - . -"Well, it all. depends. If 'anything goes wrong, it's'erazy," she said, "And if everything .goes right, it's only; a 9ekep, "And there's More in that than meets the eye!" the man'assurdd her. "Want some .violets?" 'he asked .idly,' as they walked out, ",Oh, no, thanks!" "Don't you like'em?" "No. I .mean'of co'irse 1 love them. But my, young man's coming in after, dinner,".she explained composedly. "Of.couise. Well, then, Mary,' it's good-bye •until 1 meet the five o'clock train` at Burlingame tomorrow night." She gave him her hand. "Good -bre" ' • "This is my:bus," he' said, pausing at the `curb; where a car was parked. "It's a 'Smarm." "And:!e that a good make?" "Tulerab'ly." "You hitply that it's a very good make indeed;" Mary Kate said, undis- •turbed, :"But' they all look alike to me, except flivvern d can always telt one of then'." "Mostpeople can," Chris said polite- ly' "I'can't.,otfer to drive you home," he regretted. "I should hope nor:!" 'said Mary Kate. "Taxi?" "Taxi! I have• only to walk over to the Geary car, right across the street here and it goes within a block of home." I have a husband's anxiety about you, .naturally," Christ reminded her. "I can imagine! Well, a, two 'days be relieved forever," the girl countered. •Christ lifted :his hat, and she flashed him a farewell smile. Then he got into the beautiful car, all cream lea- ther andred twin, and buzzed the Jt•trter, his free thought :ul- And Mary Kate, her own expression ser- ious, crossed teeming Market Street, looked vaguely at a protectingtraffic cop, 'and fumbled in her black leather bag for a nickel. • She was presents jammed on :i car, hanging on a strap, wedged in between other wearied and swaying persons. But she was conscious of nothing but the confusion •,rd excite- reent.in her thoughts. The long block on Broderick Street was col and twilighted. Grit and rubbish had been blowing idly along the street during the wild spring day, but now the wind had stopped. There was peaceful sunset light behind the shabby houses toward the west; the sun was gone, but a pinkish glow still lingered in the high windows of down- town department houses. . To the little shabby houses tiled office workers 'were returning; chil- dren skirmished noisily along the sidewalks, carrying bread. Pat O'Hara sat on the little steps that descended through a bulkhead to the street, be- fore the house, and spun a tin buzzer on a string. "You're late, Sis," Pat said, in his sweet, reproachful voice. "Am I, darling? Oughtn't you to have your heavy sweater on, Pat. I was kept at the office." "Mart foamed the office," Pat sant puzzled. "Oh—?" Her first slip, She had to watch her step, now. "Well, it wasn't really at the office. I had to buy some—commercial stationery, and things," she fumbled "and got my hair washed—not my hair washed, either, for I did that Sunday. But I was• delayed...." Pat had lost interes,. He accompan- ied her to the kitchen, Mary Kate conscious of nerves already shaken muter the strain -of unfamiliar en - 'truth. "Mother," she asked, cutting corn- bread into squares with an almost vertical knife,"which is worse—to do a thing that.is wrong, but looks all right, or. a thing that is,quite all right, and looks wrong?" "Anyone who'd ask you a question like that wouldn't be responsible, and the Lord would hold than guiltless, whatever they did In Mrs. O'Hara re- Efrr No other sweet lasts so tong, costs so little or does -so much for you. L romotee good health when used regularly after every meal. Itcleanses teeth and throat, sweetens mouth and breath, and strengthens the gums. Your health le aided while your pleas urs is served. 5' keI Ir'!VC ISSUE 'No. 45—'30 spontled readily, not diveting' her a tention for an ine'ant from the bus - rese of dishing up dinner. "Well,' of coulee!" the girl agreed, abashed. ' "No, but which is it -which is it, Mary Kate?" little : Regina' asked, assisting her, her anxious l'i'ttle fair face'eaised to Mary Kate's adored'one. "Don't , burn your hand, darling. Why, of course it's doing the wrong, no matter how safe it looks, that is the sin'don't'you sem? : And doing the right thing is always right, no matter how bad it'looks!" "But you oughtn't to give scandal, ought you, Mary Kate?' Tess asked conscientiously. Her dark, face was flushed to gipsy beauty as she stirred some creamy compound in a sauce .pen. ' She ap- pealed'to the infallible authority. "It's wrong to .set woad example, 'even. if what you're .doing isn't what it looks like, is :'t it, Mother?" ' "Don't let'that'eatch;on the button," was Mrs. O'Hara's.niysterious reply. Tess recommenced' her arrested stir ring.; briskly- "Where's Tom?" "Tom was 'here after school, .and he went out, : and he -said .he'd be back!" someone supplied. They all sat.' down, Mart suddenly 'appearing in their midst, erom:,upstairs, looking clean and neat, .and weary. "Lecture tonight, . Mart?!' "Yepe Anyone see my yellow foun- tain pen?" "I saw that sort of orange one, Mart:- Tom had it" , "That's Tom's big one. I gave, et to him myself.. A pian came, into the office selling them for, sixty. cents—" "Eat your potato,' Mary .Kate." "Mother, yon want me to be .simply gross!" "Suppose you murdered a roan—I mean suppose you had to,"- Regina, ;:ascinated by the ;opje of crone and scandal,' began again, interestedly, "Would that be e'ting a'ba1 example; I mean if'you. h * to -e?" "You'd never leeve to," Martin 'as- sured her discourssgittgly. "Oh, Mart, suenose he was killing you?_" "But that wouldn't 'be murder! That'd be self-defence." "hlo, but listen, Mart." This was Mary Kate, deeply—indeed, although no one suspected it, painfully inter- ested. "Suppose' I -did something -- suppose you and I were brother and sister, and we went down and took a honse at Carmel—" "You ire brother and sister," the literal Tess said in surprise. "No, but supposewe took 'a'house at Cannel, and everyone thought we were married—to other people, .I mean, and that Mart had a wife, and l had a husband—" "Why couldn't we simply tell then. we were sister and brother? Lots of sisters and brothers—" Mary Kate laughed, pondered a minute. CHAPTER XIV. Tofu, who had entered with a rush of cold air, thrown his coat and hat in a corner, and wedged himself in between Pat and his mother, now seized a plate, helped himself raven- ously to everything within reach, and said authoritatively, as one who has given the problem deep thought. "Listen, suppose I'm working for a ratan, and his brother is a drunk and a bum, and all that, and my employer tells nm to take all the money I can find out of his brothers pockets every day, and somebody sees mu doing it, and thinks I'ni a thief—" "Well, you wotil3 be, Because if it's in his pockets, it's his money," Mart interrupted warmly. "I would not.be a thief!" Their voices rose in furious debate. Mrs. O'Hara poured Martin tea, look- ed attentively about at the plates anti cups. The kitchen was too hot now; presently she murmured to little Pat to go over and open the back window. A thin sweet wedge of cold fresh air came in. "Now, here's an example," hiary Kate said, when there was a lull. "I'm secretly married to a man—nobody knows it. Well, if I go to China with him, that's.no sin, is it? But anyone seeing us might think-" "Why shouldn't you go to China with hint?" Regina demanded, puz- zled.. "Mother, why shouldn't a lady go sofnewhere—?" "I never heard of such nonsense!" .Mrs, O'Hara, displeased with the turn the conversation had taken, said im- patiently. "Sin is sin, and right is right, and we are all born knowin' the one from the other." "No, but honestly," Mart said. "It's hard to think of a thing that is right, and looks wrong. Things look pretty much what they are." Mary Kate stared at him, bright- eyed and unconvinced, and he smiled in his kindly big -brother fashion at a pretty, eager little sister. "Well, don't you think so, Molly?" "I was just weneering." "There's darned 'little," Mart said thoughtfully, "that can't be explained. "Don't you think you—don't you think someone, might do something, Mart, something that—well, no, it Wouldn't' look wrong exactly, but it would be a sort of risk—" "Nothing wrong in it, itself?" "Oh, no!". "No. Por everyone who knew an' thing about it at all would know it was all right." • "Well, 'then—" His shrug was in- finitely heartening. Her sober er face brightened: Dinner, never a prolonged or fornial occasion, was over now, and the chil- dren hacl moved to the dining rooni table for lessons. Mart took the chair next to Mary Kate, and jerked' it Close to her, and put an arm about her, and she dropped her proud, bright head to his shoulder. "She's awful nice 112nm"Vlal't i � said evearily.. Mrs. O'Hara slid a casual handful of piled dishes into the sink. "Pick up your hat and coat, Tom," she said. "Gee, i'in tired. I'm awful fond of I you, Mary Kate," Mart said wearily and sleepily. 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Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and size' of suce. patterns as you want. Enclose 20c in stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for each number, and address your order to Wilson Pattern Service, 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto, Rain I rather like the sound of rain As steadily it falls Upon the upturned, shining leaves, Upon the paths and walls. It plays a fairy kettledrum upon a roof of tin; While each drip in the water -butt Sounds like a mandolin. I rather like the smell of rain, That earthen, woody scent, The thirst of gardens being quenched In pungent, deep content; The warm aroma ot the moss Beneath some gnarled old tree; Or, 'walking on a sandy shore, The tang of rain -swept sea. I rather like to see the rain Come sweeping o'er the moor; Or wildly race the heaving waves Prom skyline to the shore; Or on the petal of a rose, A bevelled crystal gem; Or clinging to a spider's web Upon a bracken stem. I rather like to feel the main Beat fiercely on my face, As with a stinging, nicking whip It hurries on my pace. But though I rather like all these, When all is said and done, To tell the truth, I must confess I mucic prefer the sun! A.M.r, "You've got a cold, old man." "Yes. Don't know how 1 caught it, but it -seems--" - "Now, look here. I know a sure cure that is, if you take it right away." "No is . Seven men have made me Promise to try theirs first and I can't take yours right away, ao it won't be any good at all. Sorry." Caught Again HOW many fish was it you caught on Friday, Jack?" she asked, ' "Six, dear," returned her husband. "And.better fish You've never s5on," She looked at the bill in her hand, "I thought so,". she replied "That ilshmonger has made a mistake again. FIe's charged us for eight." • Chivalry, on the Indian Frontier An Adventure Over the Afghan Bordeu Told by British Official The Koeat Road is 'shut. No. Euro- peans are allowed beyond the 'barriers of •the British camps, And the old Frontier game at which there is none so cunning as the Afridi and his neigh- bouring tribesmen, is --.with intermit- tent Tulle -much in the news with a bigger, stalke'tor the winner than has ever been offered before. So it is easy, in reading brief obi• dial communiques, to remember a night, . little more ' thana year ago, when I slept amid the frowning hills over the Frontier, the wrong side of the 'barbed wire. There is 'tomething :uncanny about passing Over that theoretical line that divides India from Afghanistan, There is something in the look of the pinch= faced Bengalees, aflutter with foun- tain pens, who Iet you go through. 'Amu le something thrilling in the 'last saluto of the British -Indian sen- try. There is a "lost" feeling as yon pass 'from the .orderly array of a Err 'fish camp, to the wilderness, and the loneliness of the bleak land that no betty claims. Here in -these halls had been en. acted. adventures which read like the old storr books of danger, daring, and often chivalry. In these villages there ltad_ been• whispered•the names of Englishmen who had impressed their personality and their word, on even the• hardiest of the mountain chiefs, so that they could do no wrong. And it was 'one such, now retired to 'a pleasant and honorable obscurity in 'South Isensington,,wlio told me a tale of the Frontier which shows the chivalry ot the wild lands. - He 'was Political 'Officer for the Khyber. His' war; the word which.cat'- rted peace along the, road to,Kabul. Ills was tate influence that protected the Caravans and tee tribes which moved with their armed protectors' along one. 08 the oldest trading routes in the world. And hie habits; his face, his figure, and his skill with a revel - ver were known to a nicety by every 'self-respecting thief, brigand, hold-up merchant, and ransom expert in the Khyber hills. tI was but .a matter of routine when the message came to his office about the proposed murder and looting that night. The time was given, The place was exactly indicated. The ob- ject of the raid was detailed and the Political Officer thought that, on the whole, it promised to be an ably- thought•out, systematically executed and amply -rewarded enterprise. And also, he added, an entertaining evening, though only in the course of his routine; Picked Men Picked .men and personal arms were arranged five miles away. An orderly brought the Political Officer's two. seater round to the race. A junior European applied for an evening's "fun." And just as night was failing is its abbreviated imitation .of a West- ern dusk, the "brains" of Britishdis- cipline in the Khyber drove off to the rendezvous. The cal' was not going welt that night. Headlights were switched on; and two miles front the rendezvous the Car entered a tiny ravine where a mountain path crossed. The Political Officer cursed blealtly and staccato as he pulled at the hand brake. Tho little car skidded and stopped, engine stalled. And in the light of the headlamps the man who sat his horse in tate centre of the road jerked his rifle sharp to his shoulder and fired, There was a cry front behind him, and he laid his rifle across his knee. The shot had gone wide, and at sound of that voice the Political Officer quietened the impulsive rising of his junior and sat at ease at the wheel of tete car. The Procession Then from the mountain road there emerged a curious procession. It was headed by the pian who had given that order. He swaggered into the roadway. He fronted the lights brave- ly enough. He had Isis TWO slung. I -3s attitude, you would say, indicated that he cared neither for Political Officers nor their juniors. The car was one of those which, go- ing, went on going. Did you still its reverberating engine, however, it needed a walk round to its imposing bonnet to swing at a handle. The armed procession crossed the. road. There were more mounted men, there were armed tribesmen, then a rope, then the elderly, bent figure of a Hindu, attached to the trope, then mote rope; and in single file the half-dozen remaining Members of one of the boldest and most actively -operating looting bands in the Frontier Hills. The watching horsemen in the road wheeled and joined his leader. They waited with the calm of men who have waited for years, and can wait for another five minutes to see what an unarmed Political Ofiioet', at the wheel of an ancient car with a stalled en- gine, will do in strange circumstances. The Political Officer fnmbled in his pocket. Slowly he drew :out a pipe; then tobacco. Ile filled the bowl and stutlt the pipo in his mouth; let the match Save up to light his face as he. applied it to the brown strands in the bowl. Tlien he opened the door. Paying great attention to his pipe, whittle did not seem to please 1111n, he walked to tile front of the car. Hale a swing the engine cotighecl and died. A-ra.Aensic 1fi if,N.R, Just OH the Boardwalk Fireproof Construction On a Residential Avenue Harmonious, restful surroundings w).h recreational advantages. European. Plan from $4 Daily - American Plan from7 Daily Y WEEKLY OR SEASON RATES 4;J APPLICATION' Ait 1 iI,11 tck beat that As J t er.1914ftels gfe 678 Half a, swing . worn and' dirty plugs gave hesitating spark to slug- gish petrol. The : Political .:.Oftlder walked back to the thee wheel, examined hie pipe again ,and turned the little car tound,in the narrow road'not very skillfully, while the 'two silent watch- ers welted. It is perhaps to the•.credit 08 the Indian Civil Service that the Political Officer did not swear befote'he .had traversed a mile. of the journey back to camp. The raid lead been over be- fore he started. The 'prisoners had been 'taken, The loot had been hid- den. The'victlrns had been perhaps alhadydisposed ..cf by the peculiarly artistic nneans known to that particu- lar tribal leader. And ,another rich •caravan had paid the price, in spite 'of the 'ceaseless vigil .of the British in the. Khyber, The Political Officer's language was .startling, however, ;on ,the following morning as.he 'set at his desk reading the daily pile of personal- letters which awaited him. The junior, then in the room, left. The orderly, methodically .slltting the envelopes with an Ivory knife, inad- vertently ;cut a 'headquarter communi- clue in half. The table shook its para- phernalia 'from the crash of his fist on the table. Yet' it seemed an ordinary enough letter for a Political Officer to receive. The envelope was • cheap and trans- parent, ' The writing was careful 'and neat—the hand 'of a village profes- sional writer. There was but one sheet inside. It 'read: "Deal' Sahib,— "It vias indeed fortunate that I re- cognized your Honout"s motor -ear, It was indeed,an act of Allah that I was able to warn my men to spare your life. It was your Honour's wisdom that brought him unarmed along the road. Would your Honour remember in the future not to dr're ai.rng dan- gerous roads at nigh without a guard? "Yours faithfully," (The signature was a thumb pi intl. At Grips "Is your wife at home?" asked Mrs. Filson, of her neighbour's husband. "No,' he replied; "she's out with a bunch 'of prizefighters." "Prizefighters?" echoed Mrs. Pilsen. "Yes," returned the hueband sorrow- fully. "She went to a whist -drive." Skeptic's .Amum ent Little Mae, four years old, when told theta noise from the cellar was a burglar, replied, "Oh, but I don't be- lieve in burglars. Twee in One It was Paddy's . 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