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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1940-10-24, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD! THUFS., OCT. 24, 1940 PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT COPYRIGIHT GENERAL SIR WESTON MAIMS, a highly -placed officer of the General Staff visiting New Zeal- and on duty. LORNA MARRIS, his pretty, luxury- loving daughter. PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS MISS HILDA MARRIS, sister of the General, accompanying him to New Zealand and giving Lorna such supervision as a high-spirit- ed girl will tolerate. CAPTAINALLEN RICHARDS, the General's Aide -de -Camp, who is engaged to Lorna. T. H. HAWKSFORD, chauffeur to the Gener'al's party. . A New Zealander,. "handsome in a rug- ged, arresting fashion." CHAPTER 1 The tall girl, with the red hair and DISTINGUISHED VISITORS beside like geranium petals, standing beside the tall military looking man, "Hold that pose, Miss Marris! and the severe middle aged lady, Thank you!" paused an instant for the .photog- raphers. The shutters clicked, and those in the group knew how the picture would be, presented in the Press: "General Sir Weston Marris, with his sister, Miss Hilda Marris; and his daughter Miss Lorna Marais, arrive at Auckland, having travelled from London to Sydney by air. General Marris is visiting New Zealand on a mission connected with Imperial De- fence." The Clinton News -Record• with which is incorporated THE NEW ERA .TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION $1.50 'per year in advance, to Can- adian 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 pub - Usher, The date to which every sub- scription is paid is denottl on the label. ADVERTISING RATES — Transient advertising 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 35c., each subsequent insertion rbc. 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Parties desirhag to effect insur- ance or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica•. ion to any of the above officers ad. dressed to their respective post offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director who lives nearest the scene. A ADM r ATEO AL SAIL AYS TIME TABLE trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Dia. Going East, depart 6.48 a.m (Icing East, depart 8.00 p.m.. Going West, depart 1L45 a.m.. Going West, depart 9.50 p.in. London, Ruron & Braes Going North, ar 11.21, lye. 11.47 a.m. (wing South ar. 2.50, leave 8.08 p.m. Gulls wheeled in a cloudless sky over the world which air travel had made so small;; the city of Auckland gleamed white fn the summer sun- shine. On the deck of the inter -col- onial liner, as she docked after the crossing from Australia,. the three visitors were surrounded by the group of officials who had come to meet Sir Weston Marris. The photographer picked up his camera and bore it away. To the waiting journalists General Marris was civil but uncommunica- tive: "No, I have no statement to make beyond that. I'd rather you said as little as possible. You can Say a mis- sion connected with Imperial De- fence." "Isis A.D.C.?" "Yes, that was correct, Captain Allen Richards Captain Richards had broken the trip ie Australia, but would arrive in New Zealand by the next boat. General Marris retreated into the car beside his daughter and sister. The chauffeur shut the door and got in to the driving seat. The eyes Of one of the reporters turned to the chauffeur's face, and registered surprise. The car drove off. The reporter turned, to join his fellow with the remark:. "That's a queer thing! Did you see who they'd given Marris as a chauf- feur?" e * * e a Half an hour later, Lorna Marris, resting on the bed in a room in Auck- land's best hotel, rolled over to re- spond to the ringing of the 'phone by her side. "Hello! The Press? Oh, very •well, I`ll speak to them." "Quite correct," said Lorna. "Yes— Captain Allen Rachards. No, he's still in Australia on official business. A photograph? I think I may have one. I suppose I can find one for you..." She put down the receiver as Miss Marris Came in from the next room. "Be careful, Lorna, not to say any- thing about where we'll be going, and SO on--" "Oh, it was only my engagement to Allen," Lorna assured her, "They want a photograph, that was all." "We must be discreet, tor Weston's sake," Miss Marris said, "I'm not forgetting." Lorna held up a telegram. "And here' a cable from Allen in Sydney. Just a loving little message to say how much he misses me." Her tone was so flippant that het aunt looked at her with a certain grim disapproval. Lorna admired the lac- quered nails of her lovely hands cool- ly, and smiled, "At this moment," she announced, "Allen is probably having lunch with that charming young grass Widow who so obviously set her cap at him on the 'plane." "When I was young, not so long ago, only at the beginning of the last war," said Miss Marris grimly, "young people were supposed to get engaged because they cared for one another!" "Of course, we care for one anoth- er. But that3 bus ness of jealousy is out of date, Aunt! Allen and I understand one another perfectly!" "I don't call that love," said Miss Marcie, bluntly. "Love!" laughed Lorna. "Love isn't everything. T ought to know, I've been engaged before. Hubert Cross- ley was always talking about `love.' I had to break ib off because I found I.couldn't move an inch without up- setting his precious affection:" "That poor man was very much attached to you, Lorna; though it's true I always thought "him too old for you." "Well, Allen isn't too old, and you know he's frightfully attractive. He suits me perfectly. Is there any reason," Lorna went on, "why an ar- rangement between a man and a wo- man shouldn't be ,a reasonable one?" Miss Marris made no reply. She Looked vaguely sceptical; she only knew that \viten she thought that she herself had missed something by not getting married, what she felt she had missed was not a "reasonable" arrangement. "I'm tired, Aunt; of trying to con- vince you!" said Lorna amiably. "Ono—day," said Miss Marris, "you'll be tired of trying to convince yourself!". "I beg your pardon?" said Lorna. Miss Marris ignored her and chang ed the subject: "I'm going. to the bank to cash a draft before lunch. Will you come? I'll ring the desk and tell them to order that car for us. The chauffeur told me it was to, be entirely at our disposal. That chauffeur, by the way" —added Miss Marris, as she took up the 'phone. "One hears that New Zealanders are handsome—I couldn't help staring at him, he was such a fine looking man? So bronzed and straight! Did you notice him, Lorna?" There was an appreciable pause before Lorna, her face buried in the pillow, replied: "Yes, I did." * * 4' d• * 4, THE OVERSEAS WAY While Miss Marris went into the bank to arrange the matter of her draft from Loudon, Lorna sat looking out of the window of the car at the sunlit white concrete of the main street. It seemed strange to come so tar from hone, and find a place so like England; a sunnier, brighter England. She glanced speculatively at the back of the chauffeur, Hawksford, sitting in the driving seat before her. Her father's mission included a tour of inunction of the ceaotal defeneds of the country, and the chauffeur would be constantly needed. She had noticed that he was hand- some in a rugged, arresting fashion; but what had caught her attention still more when they came off the ship was the way in which, instead of keeping his eyes fixed blankly ahead in rigid respect for a Getieral, a Cab- inet Minister, and several high of- ficials of the New Zealand forces, Hawksford stood at ease, with a slight smile; and had, in fact, gazed with open interest at herself! The daughter of a fine of five baronets, Lorna, if not particularly desiring it, was used to receiving the formal respect of retainers and such people in the old-fashioned British way. She was bound to be surprised by meeting a look of candid con- sideration — even faintly amused from a chauffeur. Now as she sat in the ear thinking about it, Hawksford turned in his seat, and glancedat her; his eyes were bright blue in his arresting face --- "Do you mind if I smoke?" Lorna stared, utterly taken aback, and managed to shake her head. "Curiouser and curiouser!" She thought. There was the sound of a match striking. Smoke puffed into the air. To her further astonishment he turn- ed and spoke to her: "2 expect you'll find it strange at first, the sun going round in the South," he remarked. His ,tone was a casual kind of drawl, and his eyes expressed frank admiration as they examined' her face. Lorna, at a loss to -match his be- haviour with any she had ever en- countered from those fennel men who sat in their sober uniform at the wheel of father's' car in England — acknowl edged the remark with the barest inclination of her head, and looked out of the window. It was quickly done, on the spur of. a moment's confusion; but it was as quickly grasped in all its crushing import. He stared -was it amuse- ment that flanked into those keen bright eyes, set in their sun wrinkles' below the bushy brows? The next instant he swung himself out of the car to open the door for Miss Marris, and the tension was broken. Lorna regretted her impulsive re- action almost immediately. Probably there had been no intentional offence in his familiarty. She forgot the -in- cident until luncheon; when it was re- called to her by one Captain Mills of the New Zealand staff, who was to be attached to her father until Rich- ards arrived from Australia. He was talking to General Marris about New Zealand and how different it really was from England, though it might look much the same. "Not nearly the same distinction between officers and men. Out here people speak as one human being to another, It took me aback at first, the difference in the manner of shop assistants, ;and servants, and people like that. They despire class preten- sions!" "Really?" said General Marris. "That's interesting! Of course, one saw the difference in the Overseas troops during the war." "I think it's splendid!" said Miss Marris in her forth -right way. "So do I!" agreed Lorna; and sud- denly remembered Hawksford. She coloured a little as she recalled how she had reacted to his 'friendliness! CHAPTER II OFFENSIVE POLITENESS But the damage, Lorna found, had been done. "Yes, madam! Certainly, madam!" Hawksford stood rigidly to atten- tion, eyes front, whenever Lorna stepped in or out of the car. On the drive down through the North Island to New Plymouth next morning, Lorna was sorry at first that she had reduced the native pride of such a fine „specimen of democratic manhood. It took her only another glance or two at him as he held the door open, or answered question, to get the sud- den suspicion that he was Iaughing at her. ''Laughing at her — Lorna Marris! To begin with, it was obvious from his whole air, his arrogant features, his nonchalant brown hands on the steering wheel as he drove, that he thought himself as good as any man on earth. And it became more and more obvious that his exaggerated deference was reserved exclusively for herself. By the time they had been on the road for two hours, Miss Martis, who combined a habit of chain smoking with some staunchly old-fashioned ideas, was already borrowing Hawks - ford's cigarettes. Hawksford was dis- cussing the Maoris with General Mar- ris and Captain Mills: "It isn't because the Maoris are less vital than the whites that they've failed to hold their own," he said. "It's just that their civilization bred them for a different aim. The Brit- ish ideal is industry, commerce, more goods, more money. The Maoris' ideal was personal growth, every man's aim was to develop himself as a fight- er and a leader. The Maori chief sat in the stud in his rags, but he was a great chief just the sante, He never thought about material possessions. they belonged to the whole tribe. When the British came they stopped all the fighting, and told the Maori that the respected man is the man who has collected as many posses- sions as possible. So the bottom dropped out of the Maori world." "You're probably right!" Captain Mills admitted. "We call the Maoris reckless because they keep hens in their motor cars; when the truth is they're a bit above us in seeing that 'A man's a man for a' that!' "At the same time," said Hawks - ford, taking his eyes off the road for the moment to Mak at Captain Mills with a grin, "You've got to remember that the Maori idea of being man in- cludes being a bit of a cannibal!" Lorna had listened to the conversa- tion with interest. Hawksford's man- ner with the others was perfectly natural. But when they stopped for petrol, and she asked him if they would be in Rotorua by Lunch time, he replied in a tone of exaggerated re- spect: • "I fancy so, madam!" and stood at attention when she got out of the car. Lorna actually surprised a gleam of amusement in Captain Mill's eye. She was furious: , A. little grim, a little rugged, Hawksford matched t h e new world about them, so different from any- thing Lorna had known in Europe, The untamed pumice lands streaked here and there with the smoke of fumeroles among the scrub, the plum- ed snowy summit of a volcano seem- ingly afloat in the blue of the distant south. The vast sky, the windy spaces. As they drove south, it was impos- sible for Lorna not to be interested by Hawksford, even while she was angly with his insolence. And he kept it up: "Yes, madam! No, madam! Cer- tainly, madam!" * .4. * 4•. .x * (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) RIVER IN ALGERIA OF NATURAL INK If ybu saw somebody filling a fountain pen from a river, and then writing with it, you would be entitled to rub your eyes—uness you hap- pened to be in Algeria. But in that country there is one stream that not only looks like ink, but is also thick enough to write with. Fed by two springs, one of which is impregnated with lead oxide and the other with ferris salts, this strange stream thus has the same chemical composition as ordinary ink.. But of course it would happen that,by sheer cussedness of chance. Phil Osifer of Lazy Meadows By Harry J. Boyle iii f iM hr3 I i"131111j "STOVES" We're back in the stove season again. Already the parlor stove is called upon on certain occasions to dispense a little warmth for the bene- fit of visitors. Soon it will be operat- ing regularly along with the kitchen range. As usual, the head of the household is called upon to be the of- ficial morning starter for the stoves. It was always one of the pet griev- ances. of my father, that no matter how he tried, he' was always called upon to light the fires. Now and again, from hisbed, he would an- nounce, in a casual voice that could be heard at least a mile away, that he wasn't feelingvery well. This would come at about five o'clock in the morning . , accompanied by'a very loud and prolonged series of groans. There would be a dead sil- ence then for some time, during which everyone pretended sleep. Ex- asperated at last, he would say, "1 could die in an lee box of a house and nobody would venture to light a fire." Still no sound until my mother would say, "I'll light the fire." "No," he would roar. "Phil, you get up and light that kitchen fire right now!" There was no fooling about that tone, and so with my overalls half on and half off and my shirt trailing, I would hippety-hop on the cold floor down the stairs and into the kitchen. First of all there was the vain hope that someone had put a maple or beech block in the stove before retir- ing. A bed of coals left frpm such a block would be an excellent starter• for a good fire. No such luck! Then there would come the painful time of remembering of being told ori the previous night to get kindling ... and of haw it had been neglected. Papers and ashes and wood ... by the time that fire was going there would be a trail from. the back kitchen door to the stove. Once I remember of being particularly hard up for something to start the fire with and I tried several handfuls of straw. When Father came down and opened the stove lid...a gust of fine white ashes flew up into his face. Mother was "death" on coal oil. When I lit the fire, the first thing she would do upon entering the kit- chen door would be to sniff suspic- iously. If there was the least taint of coal oil in the air she would glare at me and say, "If I catch you using coal oil to start that fire again, I'll tan you." The question of who was to light the fire developed by times into a regular duel, If any of the boys were constrained into doing it, they would manage to upset the stovepipes or else smoke up the house so badly that Mother would say, "If I have to light the fires myself in order to see that it's done right, it seems a mighty fun- ny thing to me" The parlor, stove we's in the room directly below our bedroom. Father used to,r.etaliate at our shenanigans in avoiding the ordeal of lighting the fire by keeping up' a continual din as he worked around the fire. Shortly after the kitchen fire.,could be heard roaring up the chimney, he would shake down the parlor stove. "Clank- ety-Clank-Bang," Then the stove door would slam' several tomes. The ornamental top and the lid on the top of the upright stove would be remov- ed and slatnnted into place several times. - The pipes would be tapped to knock the soot down out of them... the damper would scrape and 'turn and squeal and growl into place.,. the ash bucltet would clank into place , and as a final touch all the doors on the stove would be given a re- sounding clank. Then the flames would start and the pipes would begin to tick with the heat. We would feel guilty -like as we huddled around them dressing to go downstairs. I never could understand why fath- er objected to lighting the fire so strenuously! However, as the Fall morning grew chillier, each Fall I begirt to understand why he put up such a stubborn fight to have the boys light the fires. FIGHT AGAINST T. B. CONTINUES War or peace, the fight on Can- ada's home front against tuberculosis goes on and at this tiine the Canadian Tuberculosis Association is organiz- ing for next year's work. Some 90,000,000 Christmah seals have been sent to various parts of Canada ft'onr national headquarters for distribution throughout the nation. Sale of these -seals is an annual op- eration which last year raised about $200,000. This year's objective is $220,000 to carry on the clinical, survey and educational preventive work of the association. First seals left head- quarters in September to catch the last boats for the Yukon, Miss Hazel Hart, in charge of the national seal sale, said Thursday night. In 1930 Canada ranked fifth in the world in deaths per capita from tub- erculosis, the total being 0,122. Of these only 509 were children tinder 14. "A decade ago there were large numbers of Children at sanatoriums," said Miss Hart. "Now prevention has YOU CAN'T AVE A T T if you ride on Goodyear i.UFi"GUAR S • When the wise man, who rides on Goodyear Life- Guards, reads about a blowout accident, he knows that "it need not have happened". LifeGuards fit any make of tire . . old or new . , , they make your car completely safe from blow- out accidents. Drive in for LifeGuards today .. , you can't get better protection to save your life! Wells Auto Electric Clinton - Ontario decreased, infestion ,in the home so much that children's pavilions are al- most empty." On the other hand the ages 14 to 29 include one of the largest and most vulnerable groups. Prevention is thus more urgent than ever before because it is from this group that soldier recruits are drawn, said bliss Hart. Seal campaigns were inaugurated 14 years ago. In that time the death. rate has decreased 30 percent, she added. In part the money is used for occupational therapy work. This oc- cupation of the patient's mind and hands dining his convalescent period is recognized as one of the mast pow- edful aids to recovery. 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