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The Clinton News Record, 1943-02-25, Page 2
z PAGE 2' THE CLIT4T©N! , NEWS - O] P• u'bn Uinton News -Record. with which is Ineorporated' THE NEW 'ERA , nBMS 01? SUBSCRIPTION $1.50 per year in advance, to Can- adian addresses; •$2,00 anadian•addresses;•$2,00 to the U.S. or other foreign countries. No paper. distilontinued until ; all arrears are paid unless at the option of the pub- lishes'. The date to whichleyery sub- scription; is ;paid is denoted en the label ADVERTISING'RAT21S — Transient adrvertising 12c per 'count line for first insertion, 8c 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 35e, each, subsequent insertion 15c. Rates for display advertising made known on application. Com'ntunication:s'.'intended for pub- lication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of the writer. G. E. HALL - - Proprietor 13. T. RANCE NOTARY PUBLIC Fire Insurance Agent Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies Division Court Office, Clinton Frank Fingland, BA., LL.B. Barristor, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. SIoan Block .... .... Clinton, Ont. DR. G. S. ELLIOTT Veterinary Surgeon Phone 203 — Clinton, Ont. H. C. MEIR Barrister -at -Law Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Ontario • Proctor in Admiralty. Notary Public and Commissioner Offices in Dank of Montreal Building Hours: 2.00 to 5.00 Tuesdays and Fridays. D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street, (Few Doors west 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 Harold Jackson, R.R. No. 4 Seaforth, phone 14-661. 06-012 ERNEST W. HUNTER CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 57 Eloor Str. W. Toronto Ont. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers: President A. W. McEwing, Blyth; Vice -President, W. R. Archi- bald, Seaforth; Manager and Sec. Treas., M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors: Wm. Knox, Londesboro; Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth; Chris. Leonhardt, Dublin; E. J. Trewartha, Clinton; Thos Moylan, Seaforth; W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex MaEws ing, Blyth; Fxauk McGregor, Clinton; Hugh Alexander, Walton. List of Agents: J. Watt, Blyth; J .E. Pepper, Bruce- field,R.R. No. 1; R F. Meliercher, Dublin, R.R. No. 1; J. F. Preuter, Brodhagen. !Q' Any money to be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth, or at Calvin ^utt's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or 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; NATIO ` + ; I;WAYS• TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Toronto and Goderich Division Going East, depart:...... 6.43 a.m. Going East, depart 3.05 p.m. Going West, depart 11.50 a.m. Going West, depart 10.35 p.m. London and Clinton Div. Coming North, arrive 11.15 a.m. Going South, leave 3.10 p.m. ',THE PURESY'FORM IN' WHICH` TOBACCO CAN OE SMOKED."! by Mary Imlay Taylor W. N. U. FEATURES CHAPTER V SYNOPSIS• Released from prison after serving fifteen years for a murder he didn't commit, Mark Grant, goesto the of- fice of a lawyer; named Fosdick to, collect a legacy left to himwhile he was in prison. When Fosdick tells him he will •have to wait, Mark ac- cepts an invitation to a party toy help Teddy Banks win a $1,000 .bet with Archie Landon. Mark is to - .get $500. Archie introduces him to his hostess, Mts. Lynn, as "Stewart Byrom.' Jealous of Mark's attention to Pam- ela Rodney, Archie calls him an im- postor, and Mark returns the money but remains at the party. Burleson, the man who sent hiin to prison, is there but does not recognize Mark. Being received as a guest by Bur- leson amuses Mark, but he resolves not to see Pam, Burleson's nice; un- til he has cleared his name and found the real murderer. After collecting his legacy from Fosdick, Mark makes Plans to go west. He was on his way to buy his ticket when he came suddenly upon her. It was fate, he thought, that she chanced to be out at the time. She was not angry, only surprised. She blushed furiously. "Where have •you been? We've wondered!" She held out her hand, smiling, her soft eyes kind. "You've treated us shabbily," she chided him lightly. Mark did not go to buy his ticket. He walked at her side. The city street became an enchanted path All his resolutions melted; his heart sang in his breast. He had seen joy flash . into her eyes when she saw him. 'They walked a long way together; what was said did not matter—their eyes spoke. Then they came to a corner where there was a clock and she looked up• at it caught by the admonishing hands. "Good gracious, it's quarter to two!" she gasped. "What ani I thing- ing of? I' was to meet Aunt Lynn at one, sharp, for lunch. It's down at he asked bluntly. She shook her head. "I'm not sure; you are socially—aren't `.you?" He leaned toward her and she 3etsw the flame that ' leaped into his eyes. "I was going away today', when I, met you; going as far away as I could." She was startled, "Were you?" Then she looked down at the table, trifling ,with her glass of water. 'You're' not going to stay in New York then?" "God knows!" She lifted her eyes and met his. A soft flush ',crept up to her hair She looked adorable, and he groaned under his breath.. "I can imagine that °a man like you wouldn't care to • stay here long," she said unexpectedly. "What kind of a man do you think me?" he demanded, "too uncivi- lized for urban life?" She smiled, her eyes shining. "I wouldn't have said that; but per - baps I meant it! You know you're perfectly extraordinary- — If you weren't, I should be down at Mon- stresi's now with Aunt Lynn. "Would you rather?" he chal- lenged her. She shook her head. Their lunch- cheon had been served and a little tea .service was in front of her She busied herself making tea and he watched her, a glow in his heart. It seemed a thousand years since a woman had made tea for him. "Sugar?" she asked, poising the tongs. He nodded; he could not speak. She had fine hands and slender. wrists; he .seemed suddenly to see her thus, making tea, or pouring coffee—a little table—the glow of a soft lamp, the leap of a fire on some lore hearthstone. She was meant for that! And he—? He could never ask her to make such a heav- en for him! He set his cup down, untested. "Isn't it right?" she asked anx- iously. He looked around and she was shocked at his haggard. face.. "I wonder if you'd speak to me if I told you the truth?" he cried bitterry. "I wonder if any woman Monstresi's, she—" Pant laughed on earth knows the ratan she's talk - nervously— "she must be raving. ing with?" She looked at him across the tea - things, suddenly grave. ":I know you've been tremendous- ly unhappy." "Good heavens; am I as cheap as that? Appealing to your sympathy— yourHer face was glowing above her pity?" he exclaimed, "You know I didn't mean that' furs, she shook her head, but- her He was enraged at himself. Had eyes laughed. I can't." she pro- lore been playing on this young girl':: tested, "not today." "Yes, today." He was determined. He was piloting her through a crowd and she could • not escape easily. "There are never any tomorrows•.— "I've got to go West," he said it's today with me. What's thislbluntly, not looking at her; "I've place? I'm a stranger, I don't know, but it looks good to Inc." "It's a tearoom," Pain's eyes danced. "Can't you see? Look at the malar -up. Quite a nice one Auimt Lynn gets waffles here occasionally; that stamps it, you know. It's like I'll have to get there—" "No, you won't," said Mark, firm- ly, "you're going to lunch with me. I've always known. it, only we've delayed, but you can't break that engagement with rate." sympathy? 'Fity's akin to love!' he thought furiously, and reddened to his hair. got to take up a new life out there. I wanted to tell you about my com- ing to your uncle's house; it was—" he broke off for she interrupted hiin softly, "Oh, Me. Fosdick!" she said, look- ing around at the old man beside her an accolade on the shoulder -for the chair. tearoom." Mark was taken aback. He ab- horred himself for it, but Fosdick's gray face, his cold eyes, in that place seemed like the ghost in Ham- let, they • reminded him. The law- yer had risen from a table in the farthest corner. It was evident that lie had been watching them, ' "I come here for tea; it's the only place where I can get the kind I like," Mark heard him explaining to Pam, as if he knew'his presence in 'a tea- room was amazing. As 'he spoke be looked at. Mark—looked, through him and did not see him. Pam. thought` they were not ac- quainted, and Mark heard, her pre- senting hiin as "Mr. Byram." Fosdick stared hard 'at hiin, see- ing him now. "Byram?" he repeat- ed dryly -,bitingly. Mark standing, with `his hand on the back of his chair, wanted to "Let's get waffles, then." "Oh, but I must go; I "must meet her—"the girl protested,' then she laughed, for he had her 'inside .the doors and was selecting a table. "This is cozy—in the corner, don't you think?" he' asked her, indicat- ing a small table in an alcove, Still protesting, Pam found her- self seated and a bus -boy handing her a menu. There was a pleasant tinkle of ice and hushed voices some- where. "I don't know what to order," she said helplessly, "I've been rushed in kidnapped." "What do tiie gods eat, usually?" he asked. She laughed happily. "Aunt Lynn eats waffles." He made a grimace, seized the menu and ordered liberally. strike him for it. He knew that he I couldn't eat so much in a year!" had never before in his life been she declared. "Haven't you had any nearer "murder than at that moment! breakfast?" "I don't know." His eyes caught hers and held thein. "I've forgot- ten. I was a lost soul about that tune—now I'mi immortal!" She laughed again easily --she was happy. She had been wonder- ing for days why he had • deserted; now she saw it Slid not matter; lie had been running away from moss° self' The thought ,amused' her. She took sidelong glimpses ef liim tvheii' he talked with the waiter, anggliked' the 'strength• ef his bronzad' profile",•' his ash -blond hair',;th'e way'his 'chin' set itself ;. hard. ^There 'was some Something hardened in him"; he had been on the point: of confessing, of making a clean breast of it, to Pain, but Fosdick was like a challenge. He stared .back at him"' with fury in his look.• There • was. 'u+ breathless kind of silence and Fosdick's slow contemptuous smile, hard as •a blow. The young man's breath came' Sud-: 'henry chocking, his (heeds clenched at his sides, he was hardly aware of the girl nor that' Pam'a eyes turned lquesttoningly from one.to: the other. 3."1- •an- old .friend of Horace By - Utica,".. Mos Fosdick's dry voice •had a hint " or' -mockery iii it. thing, enigmaticaeabout liifn:' " •' 'iI 'don't seem tg renieln:ber you, •sir, "Are yeti thinking me• a: heathen?" as—a Byram!" • Mark's ,'Wile fay'e liefied, "You know i'nt not a Byram, Mr,; Fosdick" he,'.said in a low voice,' hardly controllod;' itsshook a little' with the passion that';was ehoking, him. Old •Fosdick crackled; the ,sound was as unmirthful as the startled. screech of a frightened hen, But he ,adventured no farther; he saw the look in Mark's eyes; he tiltned his thin old '' shoulder; toward, him' and smiled-,erinkingly at Pain. "How's your aunt, my dear?" he asked dryly, suggestively, his atti- tude—excluding Mark from the cont+ersation—seemed to say: "you're in bad company, any child; go home!" Pam was flushed; :her lip trembled a little but'ehe famed smile, "I'm going to meet her now—I was on my way when—" she did not• speak the name, "Byrom," again it seemed 'un- lucky—" I've got to go now!" •She turned to Mark: "Couldn't someone call me a taxi?" she asked hurriedly; "I'mn conscience-stricken when I think of Aunt Lynn waiting!". "I'll' get It taxi for you myself," Mark said promptly; he was mind- ed to leave her alone with his ene- my; let Fosdick do his worst! He left them standing by the ta- ble, the girl trying to make talk, plainly agitated; the old man's thin, black -clad back still squarely on the retreating offender. "Hang him!" Mark thought vio- lently; it's Like giving up—but he can have his chance. She's got to know; I've been a sneak!" His sheer rage at Fosdick did not blind him to his own iniquity. Traffic was congested outside. and the doorman took quite a while to summon a taxi. It seemed in- terminable to Mark, wondering how bad Fosdick was making it. "If I'd told myself!" he fumed. "Well, I deserve it—it was a black thing to do!" What devil had possessed 'him to take up with Teddy Banks? He re- membered the eighty cents, his tea and odious lumpy muffin, and smiled grimly. Such things led •to crime. But without that adventure he would have missed --Far! He chocked back the timid of passionate delight. that always swept him at the thought of her. He was a mad fool, and he knew it. In the wild medley of his thoughts the advent of the taxi brought reality. "Here it is, sir, one of the new rate ones, too!" Mark es' ng through the revolv- ing doors sof the vestibule and made his way toward the alcove. It seem- ed to `him that the room had filled rap amazingly and was full of eyes. He did not know that his white face drew them. Fosdick's back was still there, turned his way, and Pam was opposite, it little flushed, a little ill at ease he could see that; she had worn a rose or two in her furs, she was dangling one now between her fingers, plucking at, it nervously. He felt a sickening- dread of the en- lightened look she might give him, but, as he came up, she smiled, re- lieved in her eyes. "The taxi?" she asked quickly. "It's waiting for you." Mark wanted to tap Fosdick on the shoul- der and force him to turn, but the old lawyer managed, cleverly, to shake hands with Pam without ap- parently seeing him at all. He "-was was treating the young ,man like an offensive cockroach, to, be ignored •when it could not be conveniently crushed. The red was staining Mark's cheek as he walked down the room with Pam.; They did not speak, ta- bles were filled up, and, once or twice they had to pass single file between them, but he thought she knew; he could feel 'a change in her. 'Outside the door he •stopped her. The street was crowded but they were alone to- gether for alt that. "I've get something to say to you," he said hoarsely; "I suppose you know it?" She looked up at that, her eyes gravely, perplexed. She shook her head, "Didn't Fosdick tell you?" "No!" (TO BE CONTINUED) MRS. F. WILLiAMSON 'feels like a girl' Nagain'A, sigk; liver mad& her always tired,, nervous and irregular. Fruit•a•tives brought relief promptly. Buck up your liver with Fruit-a-tives,'Canada's Largest, Selling Liver" Tablets. THURS., FE13.25,1943 • One of the illustrations above indicates how electricity in the home is unwittingly diverted from war industries, the other shows a use of electricity in a plant where it is needed to produce the weapons of war. • Electricity used unnecessarily in home, office or business deprives war plants of the power they urgently need. There may be no war plants in your community but the power you save can be made available to plants in other districts which need more electricity. • Your wartime savings of electricity may not be reflected in a great reduction in your costs—because Hydro rates are low. But, by conserving electricity, your savings combined with those of thousands of other consumers releases a tremendous flow of power -a direct contribution to the war effort. • Electrical research today is opening the door to amazing new developments which will provide better peacetime living when Victory is won. In the meantime use elec- tricity sparingly—it has a great duty to perform—to help win the war of production. THE HYDRO -ELECTRIC" POWER COMMISSION OF ONTARIO Opines the Peterborough Examiner: "Germany has not been defeated so long she retains a mystical belief in her own superiority; that belief has flourished for Over a century, and it tided her over the humiliation of her last defeat, finding a particularly poisonous outlet through the Na i movement. Unless our victory this tints destroys that belief, we shall not have won the war. The screams for vengeance which rang through Ger- many 1919 will be heard again." True as Gospel. 1 War Saving Stamp Free DON'T MISS The Plan in Each week there will appear in an advertisement' on this page, 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. To Comply with the Govern- ment's request our store will close every night at 6 p.m., except Saturday night. •H. F. BERRY Phones Seaforth Clutton '23-659 23-618 Brucefield, Ont."r YOUR NAME! A Nutshell Simply locate your name, clip out the advertisement and present it to The Clinton News -Record Office, and you will receive. 'A War Savings Stamp Ji'ree 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 JERVIS' EGGS Will Win Your Favour TRY THEM FOR ' Wholesome Flavour R. L. JERVIS JohdE. Turner, R.R. 3 Seaforth REG. BALL he11 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 i No. 8 Highway J'0E McCULLY & CO. General Merchants Sunoco Gas and Oils Seaforth Clinton 31.6bU .31-618' Brucefield, Ont. SUTTER & PERDUE Hardware Plumbing and Heating Deal Here and Take your change in War Savings ,Stamps Phone 147w Albert St. 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 ]nigh, I am sure you will find the price I am offering interesting. FRED 0. FORD Grain and Seed Phone 123w