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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1942-10-29, Page 2rE'2" HE CLI• NTON. NEWS -RECORD THURS., OCT. 29; 1942 {i lle Llinton ,iN ews-$ecord` with which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION 81.50 per year in advance, to Can - adieu addresses; '$2.00 to the U.S. or other foreign countries. No paper discontinued until, all •arrears are paid unless at the option of the piib- Iisher. The date to whichevery sub. scription is paid is denoted on 'the label. `i, ADVERTISING RATES -il Transient advertising 12c per count line' for first insertion. 8e 'for each subse- quent insertion. Heading counts 2 lines. Small advertisements not to exceed one inch, such as' "Wanted," "Lost", "Strayed", etc:; inserted once for 35cc ' ealeh: subsequent insertion 15e. Rates for display advertising made known on application. 'Communic'ations, intended for ;pub- lication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied .by` the name of the writer. G. E. HALL - :Proprietor H. T. RAN.CE' :. NOTARY PUBLIC Fire Insurance Agent Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies - Division Court Office, Clinton' ' Frank Fingland,1B.A., LL.B. Barristor, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Boydone. K.C., Sloan Block .... — .... Clinton; Ont. DR. G. S. ELLIOTT Veterinary Surgeon Phone 203 — Clinton, Out. H. C. MEIR Barrister -at -Law Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Ontario Proctor in Admiralty. Notary Public and Commissioner Offices in Bank of Montreal Building -Hours: 2.00 to 5.00 Tuesdays and Fridays. D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street, (Few Doors' we of Royal Bank) Hours—Wed. and Sat., and by 'appointment. FOOT CORRECTION by Manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 HAROLD,' JACKSON Licensed Auctioneer Specialist in Farm and Household Sales. Licensed in Huron and 'Perth Counties. Prices reasonable; satis- faction guaranteed. For information. etc. write or phone- Hareld Jackson, R.R. No. 4 Seaforth, phone 14-661. '06-012 ERNEST W. HUNTER CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 57 Bloot Str, W. Toronto Ont. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers: President A. W. McBwing, Blyth; Vice -President, W. M. Archi- bald, Seaforth; Manager and See. Treats., M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors: Wm. Knob, Londesboro• Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth; Chris, Leonhardt, Dublin; E. J. Trewartha, Clinton.; Thos Moylan, Seaforth; W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex McEw-. irtg, Blyth; .Frank McGregor, Clinton; Hugh Alexander, Walton. list obi wi oats: d Wath, Blyth; J .E. Pepper, , Bruer field; 'RUR. No. 1; R.P.°Mentifeher Dublin, R R. • No. 1; J. r. Prouder, Any money to be paid may.be,paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton Bank et Commence, Seaforth, or at Calvin r-'utt'v Greeer'Y, "Gederieb, Parties desiring to effeet in ur- anee or transact other bush:ees will • be promptly attended to on appliea- tion to any of tam above officers'ad- dresbed to their reepeetive poet o ces. Losses inspected by the director. TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Mitten as follow*: Bui'tale and: Gederith Div. Going khat, depart 6.43 a.m. Going Eist dirt 3.00 pint: Going West, depart 1140 Going' West, depart 9.60 p.m. Landow--Glatea Going south as'. 2.50, '' leave 8.00 p.m. pICdBAC FrpeTaSeeceo- Pyle To'bcr.+cco FOR A MILD, COOL, SMOKE by Helen Topping :1Vdilier ' CHAPTERS Mona Lee Mason was lost the mo- neent . she looked' at Gary Tallman, standing _there' waiting for a ride at the filling station. He had sandy, curly hair' and an engaging simile, and he walked up Calmly and with naive'' confidence. "I'm Gary Tallman,` from Ala- bama," he said, in an educated voice overlaid with n: a soulthern drawl. "Would you let me ride into town with'. you? I missed the bus, and it's pretty important that 1' get. into San ,Antonio '".tomorrow. . I assure you that I'm perfectly safe. You can have this man search me, if you like." Mona Lee looked, at him. He was a 'nice looking young 'man, with frank gray eyes. His tan riding. pants and- boots had'cost money, and his one suitcase was of good leather. She said as kindly as she -could, "I'm not in the habit of picking up people..." "-'Naturally, he agreed. "I knew that when I looked. at you." "My husband=" began Mona Lee uneasily. - "I know. Hes probably a very wise. husband." He smiled at her. "But I'm a petroleum engineer from—" he named a good univer- sity—" on the way to a job," "My son-in-law is in oil. Leases." Mona Lee mentioned the company, stalling for time. . "Up with the big fellows,' is he? I've been trying to get in there, but they're not taking on any geophysic men. But there's a chance in Mex- ico—if you're willing to work cheap - Gary Tallman smiled. For the last seventeen years, Mona Lee ,Ma- son had been feeling a sick jerk 'of agony whenever she saw a tall boy with sandy, curly hair. Because little Phil would have grown up look- ing like that—tall and swaggering and audacious, with hair exactly this color. "I don't go all the way to town," Mona Lee told him. "Our place is two miles this side. But probably you can. get a ride the rest of the way." The boy put his suitcase on the floor in the back. But he opened the front door and got in beside her. "You've .been over in the oil field's?" she asked "Pretty hard work, isn't -it?" "I•'ve been rigging—and that is tough. Especially if you're itching to be doing something that you've been trained to do." ."My son," Mona Lee went on, "is third year law at the University of Virginia." "Swell school," approved her pas- sengen. 1. 1 d^' ' I Mona Lee thought of Harvey Jun- ior -'—dark and lean and -tall, dark like her but not like her in other ways—he was too quick and smooth and sarcastic. Not much like his father, either. Harvey Senior was blunt and earthly and direct. Mona Lee admitted to herself that she was a little afraid of her son. But little Phil would have been like this stranger here. Phil had loved the soil and had always opened his big gray eyes wide and told the truth naively, "The law," Gary Tallman• went on, "is pretty crowded. Your hus- band is in law?" "Oh,• - no—he's a rancher. He +wises 'grade Brahma stock and buys cattle:" She felt his eyes move over her and was glad that her new' spring suit and her straw hat were becom- ing. She was forty-three, but the young .boys still danced with her at pasties, and that pleased Harvey though'he wouldn't : say. so. They' ad been married twenty-four years,' and they had been happy years. This boy talked well. He had seen a lot of the world. His fa- then•, , so he said, was in cotton in Brazil and his mother had died .when he was seven. Mona Lee felt a choking lump of sympathy at that. She loved boys so much. She moth- ered every lanky male creature Harvey hired on the place. The irony was that she had never been able to mother Harvey Junior, at all. Nor her young. son-in-law, Oliver Kimball, , Harvey Junior had always been terribly self sufficient, resenting au- thority, _reading ,books, that worried his mother. But this boy here in the car was pleasantly easy. He had been around the world on a tramp W. N. U. FRTURF'SI freighter, he. told her. He had, worked, rigging wells and wading hot mud in a Louisiana "swamp. "But you; can't be more than twenty?" she Said. "I'm twenty-four.; I worked' in summers, plaayed football in the dor- mitory to get through school. My. father married again—'ands though, my stepmother's a good scout, she had three kids of her own, and I didn't,Want tq take help from them." She found herself telling him about her daughter, Adelaide, who. was fair and calm and quick -minded like Harvey. "She didn't want to go to college. She's at home this year, but I think. she's a little bit lost. She has beaux hanging around, but I don't think she cares much about any of them. "You," said the boy abruptly, "have good hands • for a horse. In Brazil last year, I rode a lot. Those. fellows down there are terrific on horseback." Mona Lee •smiled a little: "Son, I grew up in a western saddle. And 1 can generally make a horse do 'what I want hint to do.' "Does your daughter ride, too?" "She used to. And then her fa- ther bought her a little ear and now she says horses don't go fast enough. This is our place now—'it begins at this fence." "Good looking cattle," approved Gary Tallman., "Every last ,head of that herd is eligible for registry. Of course, some of our stuff is just beef stuff.—" "Look out!" barked the boy. It was Slim's fault, of course. The fence should have been tight, the red hog should never have been browsing in that clump of ball grass ready to dart out, with porcine perversity, where the concrete abut- ment of a culvert stuck up, There was a sickening swerve and the car tottered- on two wheels for a breath before it roared• down the shoulder and into the ditch, to end with a sickening, jolting crash and smashing of glass. Mona Lee sat stunned for a min- ute, her stomach hurting, her neck twisted, the broken steering wheel still in her hands. Her hat was off and • her lap was full of glass, and there was blood running into her eye, and: her knees burned and stung. Slowly she got back her breath, opened her taut fingers, looked around, though merely mov- ing' her head made her giddy. The door on the other side was open and hanging at a crazy angle, and of Gary Tallman only his boot- ed feet were visible, sticking up in- side the car. Mona Lee tried to open the door beside her, bot it was sprung and would' not move, so she climbed over the boy's legs, and tried to straight- en his body, flung across the run- ning board; his head on the ground. His face was greenish gray and the skin had been scraped off his- fore- heasl, but he' was breathing thinly through his mouth. She remember- ed about -spines and ` that you shouldn't lift an injured person, so she dragged some grass under his head and staggered back to sit down on the culvert till her head cleared. a little. Her ears were ringing' so that she did not hear the truck coming till the brakes squealed right at her ears, and -a man jumped down be- side her. "Good gosh, Mrs. Mason!" It was Slim, Mona Lee began to cry and' scold hysterically,. "It was that red hog—Harvey told you to fix that fence. Don't you lift that boy—you might break his back. You go get something to car- ry him on." - - "Your face is cut." Slim was dab- bing at a smarting place with his dubious handkerchief. "Sure lucky you ain't killed—the way that fcar's. busted. up. Easy, now hang on to me. I'll get you home and fetch some help to take care of 'him." "He's breathing yet —. but - you'd better hurry." She did not faint, thank goodness. "Don't send him to -any' hospitai..-. you bring him here," she- ordered, when Slim helped her into the house. And then, when people were run- ning around frantically and tele- phoning and exclaiming, she sat on a straight chair and wondered' what had _happened to her hat. The bed was smooth and cool, and the windows of the room looked out on wide pastures and a little ravine "where' mesquite trees were beginning to run a gay, 'pale green, under the spring sun. When his side had,stoppect its dull' aching and his head, • had cleared up and the nurse stopped shooting stuff, into his arm every time he moaned. Garry Tallman became •aware 'that. it was spring and that there Was a tawny -haired girl -who- came into his room now an& then. Her name, so he had garnered out of the muddle of his percep- tions, was Adelaide. Other people "came and went. Mrs. Mason, with a patch of plaster on her forehead and a worried • look on her kind face •She felt responsi- ble for his broken, ribs and collar- bone and the crack on the head he'd got when, the car hit the pig, and she urged him `over, and' over not to worry; he'd be taken care of and just as soon as he .wasstrong enough they'd see that he got down to his job in Mexico. And now and then Mr. Mason came in. Gary was very apologetic when the big sandy man towered over the bed. But Harvey, Mason didn't seem to resent his presence. This room he lay in belonged to Harvey Junior, so he had ,learned, Adelaide Mason had .a husky voice and slow gray eyes. Lying in the dark, with the spring breeze stirring the. curtains, Gary could still see her eyes. Little dark blue rings around the irises, and her lashes . had gold on the ends and made 'shadows on her cheeks. There Was a peppery line of freckles across her nose and her lips Were lovely. She had nice clean bright hair. ' - The older Mason daughter, Grace, came on Sunday. She was different. Her hair was 'black and her eyes were cold and. indifferent. She wore too much lipstick -and she hid a 'hus- band who looked like a collar ad. His name was Oliver, he was in solid with a big petroleum concern. Oliver -asked him about football and about Mexico, and said he thought chances Were darned slim down there and anyway cheap Mex- ican crude was playing the dickens with the oil business. He decided that he didn't like Oliv- er, and his opinion did not change even when he saw Oliver in old fish- ing- clothes. But Adelaide was different, and Mrs. Mason was swell. She brought up trays herself and fed him custard with a spoon, when they wouldn't let him use his arm or lift his head. The hand was purple and felt like wood, lying on the cool counterpane. Mrs. Mason told him about her little boy, Phil who had died when he was "He would have been just your age now. He'd have looked like you, I thinlc. He was a year older than Harvey Junior—and three years older than Adelaide." So Adelaide was twenty-one. Mrs. Mason told him that she had had four children in six years. "They were all little at once- and then they all grew up at once— and now I'm left with nobody to mother," So she mothered calves and ranch hands and Gary Tallman. "I'11 have to he going soon," Gary reminded her. "I've been enough trouble to you. And I'm going to pay back everything, you know— the nurse and the doctor and all. It may take me a couple of years, but I'll pay." "Of cout•Se." Mona Lee was. too wise a woman to begin protesting thathe owed them nothing. When they propped Gary Tallman up in bed at last and let Slim come up to shave him, he looked out the windows at the green World where a lazy rain was falling, and then brought his eyes back to Adelaide. She wars• perched on the foot of the bed, holding' the ,bowl of hot water' and laughing at Slim's earnestness as he scraped -and with breathless suddenness Gary saw Mexico go 'sliding off the end of the continent and plump itself into the Panama Canal—and he neer missed' it. He was in love and'it hurt. ITO BB CONTINUED) V THE GPRMAN SOLDIER'S BRIDE This poem was broadcast in the English programme of the European News Service of the B.B.C. And what slid he send you, my bonny last, From the old, old town of Prague? From Prague he send me the ribbon- ed she's, For my dancing toes, the ribboned shoes, From the old,•old town of Prague. Ani 1. it ; And what did he send you, my bonny, lass, From Oslo over the sea? From Oslo he sent me a -far-lined 'hood,' So soft and so ;good, my fur -lined hood, •' From Oslo over the sea And what did he send you, by bonny From theriches of Amsterdam? From Amsterdam he sent me a bon-: With gold thread upon it, a fine starched bonnet, From: the riches of Amsterdam And what did he`send you, -my bonny lass, From Brussels in Flanders so red? From Brussels he sent me the shim- mering lace, To set off my face, the shimmering lace, From Brnssels in Flanders so red And what did he send you my bonny Pasts,' 1. From Paris, the city of light? From Paris he' sent me a`siliten•de'ess, A dreaming caress, ah! silken dress! From Paris the city of light. And- what did 1)e send you, my bonny lass, From the deep, deep Russian snout? From Russia he sent me my widow's weeds, For the funeral feast, my widow's weeds, My widow's weeds' front the deep, deep Russian snow. ROYAL -CHARTER OF CANADA'S The Royal Charter of the Bank of Montreal was granted by His Majesty King William W. Preserved' in the Bank's museum, the original charter is a parchment document of five pages, measuring 20 ,x 28 each, AS I " OLDEST BANK pictured here, the four top pages are folded down to disclose the King's Seal, which, made of wax weighing nearly a pound, is attached to the document by a silk cord and, enclosed in a metal box to prevent injury War having Stamp Free DON'T MISS YOUR NAME! The Plan in A Nutshell Each week there will appear in an advertisement on thispage, the name and address of someone residing in Clinton or district. WATKIN'S Service Station Huron St. Phone 18 Sunoco Products ' Goodrich Batteries Lubrication, A -Z Brucefield Garage . WM. H. DALRYMPLE Sunoco, Gas—Oil—Grease General Repairs to All Makes of Cars, Acetylene and Electric Welding, Machinist and Mill- wright. Phone Clinton 618r4 Brucefield, Ont. REG. BALL .9he11 Service Station Gas and Oil Your present car may have to ' last a long time. Have us lubri- cate and inspect it at regular intervals and keep it rolling. Phone 5 No. 8 Highway JOE McCULLY & CO. General Merchants Sunoco Gas and Oils Seaforth, ar-coy Ikucefield, Ont. Clinton at -tire Try ,W ellsr Auto Electric For Complete Motor Tune-ups Generators and starters . Ex- changed, Carburetors, Batteries Brakes Relined and Adjusted Wrecker Service W. D. (BILL) WELLS, Prop. Phone .349. Clinton H. F. BERRY Groceries, Dry Goods Boots and Shoes, Hard- ware, Paints and Oils Flour and; Feed, Etc. Phones • Seaforth Clinton . 23-659 -23-618 Brucefield; Ord:; Simply locate your name, clip out the advertisement and present it to The Clinton News -Record Office, and you will receive. A War Savin gs stamp free GODERICH BOTTLING WORKS Tweedies, Popular drinks It is safest to get the best 58 Picton St. Phone 489 Uoderich, Ont R. V. IRWIN Dry Goods Women's and Children's Ready -to -Wear Phone 96 — Victoria Street When you buy here you can take your change in War Savings Stamps PUBLIC UTILITIES COMMISSION CLINTON Repairs and Mainten- ance Service Phone 20 C. V. COOKE Florist Flowers for All Occasions 66w Phones 66i Orange ,.St. Clinton SUTTER & PERDUE Hardware Plumbing and Heating: Deal Here and. Take your change in War Savings ;Stamps Phone 147w Albert St'. SUPPORT THE WAR: EFFORT BUY VICTORY BONDS EAT LESS MEAT EAT MORE EGGS Always Fresh at R. L. JERVIS Norman Sly, RR 2 THE KOZY GRILL Clinton. Ontario "Nott just a place to Eat But a place to eat An- other." Meals—Lunches— Sandwiches Serve By Saying We sell War Saving Stamps B. F. Thrower With so much low testing bar- ley in this section, barely test- ing high brings a nice premium. Bring in samples of your bar- ley. If the test is high, I am sure you will find the price I am offering interesting. FRED 0. FORD Grain and Seed Phone 123w Nothing Matters Now But Victory suY VICTORY Bonds CANADA PACKERS CLINTON