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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1931-05-14, Page 2Clinton News -Record CLINTON, ONTARIO Terms of Subsceipfion--$2.00 per year In advance, to Canadian addressee; $250 to the O.S. or other foreign eountriee. No paper discontinued until elf arrears are paid unless t the optioli of the publisher. The date to which every subecrtption is veld Is denoted on the label, Advertising Pates-Transientadver- tising, dvertising, 120 pet count line for 'first insertion: 8c for each subsequent` insertion. Reading counts 2 tines. Small advertisements, not to exceed one Inch such as ":Wanted," "Lost,'' "Strayed, etc., Inserted once. for • 35c, each subsequent insertion 15c. Advertisements sent. in' without in- structions as to the number of In• sortie, s wanted will run until order. ed out and will be charged accord. ingly. Rates. for display advertising made known on application. 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Agents• W..1, Yee, 1t,R, No. 3, Clinton; john Murray, aeafortb; James Watt, Bay" Oct PinohleY, Seaforth. ny money to be paid nay be paid to the Royal Banat, Minton: Bank of Cem- merce, Seaforth. or at Cal•.in rutt's Gro- cery, Goderlch. Parties desiring to effect insurance or tranract other'business will be promptly attended t on application to any of the .ab.ve officers addressed to their respee tive post oiliest. Losses inspected by the director who lives nearest the scene. NADIANrNATIONAI. ILWA' TIME Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderlch Div. Going East, depart 6.58 atm a d` " 2.55 pan. Going West, dei et't 3.1.55 a.ni. 41 -It it 10.09 p.m. London, Huron & Bruce Going South, depart ., 7.38 a.m. e, e 44 3.33 p.r'n. Going North, depart 6,30 p,m, " " ar. 11.50, dp. 11.58 aim. A cup of Salado Green tea invigorates, any, refreshog 4Fi P £t IL. ESC. AP,A®E By .KATHLEEN.NORRIS SYNOPSIS. Nary trate O'13ara, to order that her brother Martin may get itis opportut ty, .accepts the proposal .of �ChristOI55ilter s part al his wile at Steynes pad you the a house party. Martin, believing/she is In danger, follows her and breaks into Steynes' house. Steynes shoots Martin and the police take Mary's name and ad dress as a material witness. Site is terrified for fear her mother and Martin will and out. She visits thewounded man in hospital and discovers it is Mar- tin..' Then Mary discovers that she is•in love with Steynes. She tells. Cass Beat- ing, to whom she is engaged. Martin returns home from hospital and he, Casa, Steynes and Mary get together, Mrs. O'Hara comes in on the gathering and learns all. She says she believes .,tars is innocent of any wrong -doing. Then Christopher pro"oses to Mary. CHAPTER XL.—(Cont'd.) "If you know her longer, you nigh;, want to mari.'y Mary Kate," Martin began, with a reasoning air. "But— but you'd never seen each other this time a week ago," "As for that," Chris answered, grimly, "it neves crossed any mind— even an hour ago, that—things are as they are!" "Well, now you see?" Mrs. O'Hara concluder. it, in satisfaction. "But I'm afraid, Mrs. O'Hara," the visitor said, with a brief unhappy laugh, "that that doesn't help much." "She'd surely have the right to tell you that she cared for someone else," Cass interposed, quietly. "Certainly she would," Chris con- ceded. "Whatever you'd have to offer her,' Martin ;added,. emboldened by ,Cast's; courage, "it would be for her to de- cide. We—we have something to offer her, too!" The girl made no attempt to speak. She was like a person who 110415 a stranger discussed, interested, :note concerned. Her bright, serious eyes moved swiftly, her clean-cut chin was cupped in her two palms, her fingers resting lightly against her temples. "We love her," Mrs. O'Hara said, looking et her, her tender Irish voice low. It was half past nine o'clock. Mary Kate thought that in a few minutes Chris would be gone, and Mother would have changed her dress and re- turned to the vigil at Uncle Robert's, and Tom would have lumbered to had. Then she and Cass and Mart would sit. on herb in the kitchen, talking the whole thing Aver, .After that they would escort the in'alid carefully up- stairs to bed, and establish hint com- fortably with his pillows and book, and then she and Cass would come downstairs for a long talk, a sweet- Leart's talk, in the big chair— And to her • Christopher Steynes would soon be a dream, and to Chris- topher only -a iream would be the memory of this hot small orderly kit- chen, and these earnest, simple, amus- ing folk, and this md'headed girl, And Where is no substitute fog For nearly 80 years preferred by the mothers of Canada because of their proven purity and'itigh quality. Only Christie's can make Christie's Arrowroots. IMPORTANT / Have you seen the new McClary Coat and Wood Ranges?, New, different, beautiful, efficient, they represent the finest value ever offered Canadian women. 17 01 long before another `kpril Uncle R,;b- ert would be dead, and Aunt Julia in a widow's veil like Ma's, and Mart studying in Germa.iy, and Tum the mainstay at home, and Mary Kale, Beating expecting a baby- She•returned to the present. Chths, his hands in his bids pockets, his head slightly hanging forward, was speak- ing peaking to her mother, believe me, I am as much surpris-a ed asr you are, Mrs. O'Hara, I've liked girls before. But I've never felt- this way." "What: way?" Coss demanded, ,ev- elly, not sympetheetea'-ly. Phat'I couldn't help myself," Cheis said simply, "I've b tan driven—" 4a began, "I've been driven dike some- one possessed all these days. I've not slept. I've not eaten. "Do ycu think," he asked thein all, "that I like it?" "You couldn't blame Mary Kate for that;"her mother defended: her, in a slightly perplexed, a, faintly hostile tone. • "Blaine her!" he echoed, "Nobody blames her. But can you blame me "You're a rich man, Mr. Steynes?" Mrs. O'Hara asked,, eonsidering.him. "I'm rich, yes." "Anil .your good father, year good. mother—are they Iiving? "My father lives in New York, he has an apartment there. My mother lives in\ Paris. They're divorced -- they're: both remarried. And now I think my mother isgoing to be di- vorced again." "Olt, that's bad," Mrs. O'Hara mented, shaking her head, malting a little clucking sound in her throat. "I've got an apartment in the same building with my father, I've got a little place down in Maryland," the man said, "She'd never fit into that life, you must see that," :he older woman reas- oned sorrowfully. "She'd not he happy in any such places." "I don't think she would!" Chris agreed, almost fiercely. , "And eve you no faith at all?" "Yes,"' he said. And' he looked tit her. ' I have hers," he added, in a gentler tone.' "I was brought up in it. It doesn't mean much to my people, but I think it might to me." "You don't think money, and furs, and traveling places- -be still, Mart!" Mrs. O'Hara began again. "Yon don't think all that would make up to her for what she has here? She Nos a happy girl, two weeks. ago, with a good man lovin' her, and her future all safe. What could you give her that'd pay her for what she'd throw away?" "Nothing!" Chris said. "There's not a day here," the mo- ther continued. "Don't interrupt me, Mart!" she rebuked the boy again, as he would have spoken. "There's not a day in her Iife that she doesn't see twenty of her -irien'ia,'' Mrs, O'Hara went on, "There's not a day that she isn't in a gale of ,laughin', so that you'd laugh to sear her, though you was lyir,' dead. There isn't a clay that she doesn't do a thousand favors for me, or Tom, or Mart here, or one of the little ones. "Perhaps," the wise, troubled voice continued, "she'd bring me home a handful of flowers, or a. little raid wreath, come winter. And it'd be, '0h, Mother, will you snake Mite Albite a little custard for her father, will you give me some of your soup for old Mrs.' Bryan?' "And then," said Mrs. O'Hara, in a dead sitence, "perhaps she'll lean o"ct one of them that's worlds' on a week- ly theme, or doing a Thanksgivin' pos. ter. 'I've got a magetz'n0 in my roots; she'll say, 'that'll gine you all :he ad- vcrtieemeiits you'd use in a year:' 'VII hear you your lessons!' she'll say, "It's she takes them to the movies, if my feet go back on me. She and 1 have breakfast, on that same table there every mornin' there is in it readnt' the news, and pourin' the cof- fee—" She stopped. There was no sound in the kitchen. "It would•,,pierce the that she'd be far away from me," the mother re. sumed, very simply; after a pause. "It would break my Heart that she'd not be married here, where her own people are, brinin' her children—if the Lord sent thein -back home to h mother—" silence. andMart .n Stell ante ce. Cass and Tom watched Chris; they knew the rower of this quiet voice. Mary Kate gave a. little dry sob, bit her lip, the delicate flanges of her nostrils moving with a quick indra:vn breath. CAPTER XLI. "Mrs. O'Hara," Chris said, looping somehow lone and friendless, in his big"coat, "I wouldn't want her to be as—as unhappy, a s all that would make her. I see what you say—I see what you mean. "It was only," he recoum:enced, clearing his throat, "that I couldn't help letting her know that—well, that it's this way with me.'' It was not any. thing I planned to do, or planned to say! Not until I was standing here, not until ten minutes ago, did it come to me m hat all this meant! It's not anything you can argue about. I didn't want it to happen!" There was a strange sound in the kitchen, It was as if Mary Kate had given a brief, exulting laugh. But it was so evanescent that when all their eyes turned toward her she betrayed no sign of mirth; her head was drop- ped, she had covered her face with her spread fingers. "It might go as quick as it came," Mrs. O'Hara suggested tentatively. "It might," Chris agreed. "And then where would she be," the mother argued. "With a rich hus- band that was tired of her?" "That—" Chris said simply, looking at the girl, who had taken down her hands, and whose wide, serious graze was turned upon him, "that would be Mary's risk." "Sone risk!" Cass contributed. drily. "No. Not much!" Christopher an- swered in 'the same tone, Mary Kate crossed her arms on the, table before her and stared into space. "She's the one to say; after all," her mother' summarized it. The girl. roused herself from her dream, with a brief laugh, "Why, Mother, there's nothing to decide!'.' she said surprisediy. "It just ISSUE No. 20—'31 —is, isn't it? Like a broken leg, like ah earthquake. If you—well, if yen had a baby, you ..could not decide to go back suddenly, could you, and not have one? If you were wrecked on a des• ort island, you couldn't' just make up your mind to choose co be home again, safe and sound P 1 {'Maley " Chris said. What canae•'efore' Clptntll Jlnitny and She Went to]' tot1 ... ," o er ag'airds landing, thaytra capturedtbymChln''e Isis, his arm half -way about her. ' h tit the ?Y. -S of COWCPtgt443‘4 szdhr®Dog SCOTTIE•- ie1 en over _ 11111 again, -ate Soettle beeam elpef lit the darkness tvhiia i her old posmtmon her shoulder t' ft••ing ova tt (Jhi "It's , , ane s. 'axita en Jinnny escanea dna ' I't s.Iust happened!' she told thin?, pla.is •to set free t50 retmalude, of ltls "I know that all that ycu say is title: I know that it isn't sensible. All the women of his world are the beauty- parlor, bridge -playing sort, who get divorces ai:d drink cocktails and know 'all the restaurants in Paris. They'll despise me—his mother won't like me! But what of it?" "Molly, Molly," Martin pleaded, "think what you're saying! You're crazy. Don't let his money,—" "Oh, Mart, hush upl" the girl com- manded him, goodnaturedly.' "You don't think it's his money? You know; it's not! That'd be like saying that I'd sell you and the girls and Pat and Toni - for money!" "Mary," .Chris' said, hoarsely and gently, seeing nothing but the blue eyes that she raised to his, as he clasp- ed her hands together, and lifted thein to his heart, "Do you mean it? Will you take a chance?" "I have to," she whispered. (To be continued.) What New York Is Wearing , BY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON Iljststi'ated Dressmaking Lessons Fur- nished TVitlt Every Pattern Here's a graceful, becoming 100(111, full of snap and newness. Don't you love the interesting neck- line? 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Enclose 20c in stamps or eein (coin preferred; wrap it caref.,lly) for each number, and ad- dress your order to Wilson Pattern Service, 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto Shepherd's Warning The April day was (lull and grey, With doubtful gleams of sin; All morning with the glinting drops The old barn eaves had ruin; And though at noon the puddles hty Unflecked by fatting rain, The western skyawas blotted dut By troubled clouds again. Beside the barn stood o111 Jack Hunt Whose age was nigh four score; One hand he rested on his stick, The other held the door— Iie turned his Old face to the sky As frankly as a cb.itd: "Another shower, I doubt,"he said, And as he eboke he sniffed. God grant when that I come to be As night to death as John, That I may ]told my head np, too, And bravely look upon The darkening lteaveae where the clouds In gloomy menace lower— Nor read a grimmer portent there Than of a clearing shower. —Kenneth Ashley, in the English Review. "Wheneverything is dramatic; troth. ing is dramatic."—Walter Lippman, FREE `Large itlastroi ed` Oatalegue •1 new and '550(• bicycles f r J m 310 UP.' klOter oyolas. Boaotnrt 0, tbosre Ms, s 081105, 'et0. Transpor- tation paid. Write to DUKE OYCEE ANSI MOTOR 1d., 625 Queen Street. W„ - TolOitto,. Dat. Patty. , Cautiously 1 moved toward the camp. The fires had burned to 'em- bers anti now and then Ranted up fitfully. Certainly -the outlaws wouldn't be looking for an escaped prisoner prowling around their tents at that hour. Rolled near the largest of the fires, lay the 'figure of a man. Carefully I • crawled •nearer. A small twig broke under my knee and I stop- ped, motionless, net even breath- ing for a urinate or two. As I wiggled closer X count make out his features—Sure enough, it was poor olcl. Pu Maul (Foo Soo) the interpreter. Ile was . cramped and so cold and scared. I held up a finger in a warning,' and worked my- self along to a point where I could cut hit bonds with a Jack knife. "All asleep?" I whispered, • • He nodded. • qittetly we crept away toward the cool spring, , The fresh, cold water revived him won- derfully. He dram: as though he never intended to stop. Then I euestioned him, "IVhat happened to Scottie? The dog. Bow -wow?" "Blandit hit hint on the head— dog he bite 'blandit. Tie deg to tree: No idea where doggie." "And the Colones?" I asked, "Colonel, he blandit, now; He Cook," whispered the interpreter, "He'll probably make a better bandit than a Colonel." Meanwhile, a plan had been forts- ing in my mind. Quietly we picked our way to where the Burros were hitched. -We Lied a dozen of them together so they would lead in a line. The other burros ;re cut loose, so it would take time for the bandits to eaten then, and get on our trail, 'Taking the halter of the lead bur- ro, I Healed down the valley that led through the cleft in the moun- tains. Fu brought'up the rear with two more burros—their lead ropes tied around his waist for fear he might drop it! He was the most hopeless Chinese I ever saw, Leese stones began 'and) the burros instead of walking net their tip toes, seemed . to Statue) along on' their Heels. Von know how loitd everything sounds whet; you want to be gniet, and it certain- ly seemed as it the noise we were making. must wake the whole camp. Finally we cams to the narrow defile, Beyond that notch there was a bit of a plateau. It was here that the bandit guard would be. The bandits had Just risen to their seat at the sound of our burros com- ing through the pass. Plainly they were puzzled, Had we come riding out into teem like a whirlwind, they would have understood, and, started firing on us. Bat Isere teas a string of burros peacefully •wending their way into the light of their camp fire: Leaning forward from the neck of 111Y biro, I pricked the last of the string with my Jack-knife, With a shrill cry he jumped against the next one ahead, who in turn rushed the' next. In a moment they were in headlong flight, They scattered right and left among the bandits, ancl'when a burro failed to bowl one over, the rope caught his feet and tripped him. Theo, in the midst of the uproar, we dashed oat yelling. The rout was complete. We just waited long en- ough nough to grab a rifle and went on a ,mad scramble down the mountain side. 311Ie after mile we rode at break- neck reakneck pace. Far back up the valley the whole bandit camp were in hot pursuit- When my burro showed signs of slackening speed, I thump- ed him in the ribs and off 11e went again amid a shower of dust and loose stones. Rounding a corner we came sod- denly to a rail,. road track, where live or six decrepit old. freight c a r R stood, and a rickety old en- gine. We could hear the hoofs of the outlaws' burros pounding down the valley as We reached the ears. I leaned over and grabbed Fu by the slack • of his pants. As I heaved to pull him in, a (lark body came hurtling in, caught nie amidships, and over we all went in a pile on the iloor. (To be continued) 4.3 Ululate Malted Milk The health -giving, delicious drink for children and grown- ups. - - Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. Patterns The birds that early start to sing; the flowers that gather round a spring, their songs are not in w51'ds. Their songs are la sweet melodies alone, and songs of flowers and trees are emerald leaves and such as these for notes upon the scare of sky, and we eau hear them, you and I, e0 we pass by. I think upon the April ah', such songs are sounding everywhere, and that we have in them a part waren we keep April in the heart. I think the woods, that we call wild, are gentle -hearted as a child; that there is musk in the least' living creature, they beast. So a great oratorio goes up from earth for space to know, and things too small for eyes to see echo still, in clarity. And sounds too light ter any ear chime, sweet and clear, in April of the year. —I. F. C. in the Christian Science Monitor. SC1 TIC kIere is a never -failing f;trm of relief from sciatic paint. 5 Take Aspirin tablets anti you'll avoid needless suffering from sciatica—lum• bago—and similar excruciating pains. They do relieve; they don't do any harm. Just make sure it is genuine. TRADEMARK Rets. 1' OUR HEARTS The human heart is large enough to contain any amount of happiness. —T, W. Robertson. 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