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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1940-12-05, Page 2'PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NMS -RECORD • HENS Always scratch hardest when the worms are scarce. The hens 4 have nothing on us. We're cer- • ' tainly digging our toes in to catch up on the arrears on our subscription list. If you are in „y, arrears will you oblige with a remittance? The News Record L Cie Clinton .News -Record with which is lncerporated THE NEW. ERA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION 41.50 per year in advance, to Can - tracker' addresses; $2.00 to the U.S. or, rather foreign. countries. No paper .discontinued until all arrears are Fpaid unless at the option of the pub - -Risher. The date to which every sub- scription is paid is denoted on the ;label. ADVERTISING RATES — Transient .advertising 12c per • count line for first insertion. 8e. for each ,subsea •wyuent insertion. Heading counts 2 ®ins. 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Reid, Seaforth. Directors, Alex. d3roadfoot, Seaforth; James Sholdice, Walton; James Connelly, Goderich; W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Chris. 1Leonhardt, Dublin; Alex. McEwing, Bl-th; Frank McGregor, Clinton. Liss of .Agents: E. A. Yea, R.R. 7•,! Goderich, Phone 603r81,R Clinton; James Watt, Blyth; John E. Pepper, Brucefield, R. R. No. 1; R. F, McKer- •cher, Dublin, R. R. No. 1; J. I+'. i .Preuter, Brodhagen; R. G. 'Jamnnuth, :Bornholm, 11. R. No. 1. Any money to be paid may be paid ;vo the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of "Commerce, Seaforth, or at Calvin 'Cbbts Grocery, Goderich. 4Pa:ties desiring to effect insur- knee or transact other business will 5ta promptly attended to on appiiea- len to any ,of the above officers ad- ,dr-essed to their respective post offi- +nes, Losses' inspected by the director mho lives nearest the scene. CANA41AN,1 ATiONAL. d AiLWAYS TIME TABLE �+-mine will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Die. (Going East, depart, 6.43 a.ne Going East, depart 8.00 p.m. +Going West, depart 11.45 a.m. Going West, depart 9.50 p.m. London, Huron & Brace (doing North, ar 11.21, bre. 11.47 a.nt. 'Going South at-. 2.50, leave 3.08 p.m. PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT Y. COPYRIGHT GENERAL SIR WESTON MARRIS, a highly -placed officer of the General Staff visiting New Zeal- and on duty. LORNA MARRIS, his pretty, luxury - loving daughter. 11111/11mMill•••••=11•••r 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, CAPTAIN ALLEN RICHARDS, the General's• Aide -de -Camp, who is engaged to Lorna, T. H. HAWKSFORD, chauffeur to the General's party. A. New Zealander, "handsome in a rug- ged, arresting fashion." CHAPTER X (Continued) LORNA'S DISAPPOINTING "FINDS" When the first light crept into the room next morning, Lorna took Bawksford's pocket book from under the duchesse. She spread it open on her pillow, putting aside a driving license which fell out of it. She did not look at the entries, but first found the folded sheet of paper on which he had copied the letter on the pre- vious evening. It was not the contents which made her conclude that it was the right paper — so far as it contents went ' It was utterly disappointing. The name of the addressee had been left out, and only a part of the mes- sage itself had been. copied. "With regard to the fishing rods," it ran. "I am willing to pay your price, and I will pick them up on the afternoon of November 28th. You are right when you say the deep sea fishing is not so good in the South Island as in the North, but there is some good sport to be had off Gul- liver's Bay." At first Lorna was so disappointed that she thought she had the wrong piece of paper. But there was no other loose one in the book; it was blue, like the sheet she had seen Hawksford writing on; it was in his writing. But after a moment of con- sideration, she saw that it was not so insignificant. • Here was a mention of a price, a delivery, and a date. If "fishing rods" stood for "informa- tion," it was easy to see the meaning of the message. And where was GuIIiver's Bay, and had that item of sports gossip anything to do with the rest of the message? She was left with the unsatisfact- ; cry feeling that the words might mean anything and nothing. She had not learned to whom the letter had been addressed. She was no further advanced as to why Hawksford had steamed the envelope open, unless instructions for him, from whatever agent he worked for, came ingenious- ly concealed in letters for some other, f unwitting individual, And for this she had put through a bogus telephone call, burgled Hawksford'; room, feloniously pos-1 sessed herself of his pocket book, and nearly been caught at it! But she began to see that if there was any inner meaning in the mes- sage at all, she was a step forward. If Hawksford was the one who was delivering "fishing rods" on Novem- ber 28th, she would only have to keepin close contact with his activ ities throughout that day to expose the secret of the whole affair. It was the 26th. Two days! And on the 29th, her father and Richards would return, and she would be able to tell all that she knew, and wash her hands of responsibility If she had embarked on it as an adventure it became less and less so. In books such things were an excite- ment, but in real life, she found, they were bitter, sordid and sombre. To scheme and plan to destroy an- other human being, whatever he has done, is not among the pleasant things of life! She looked through the pocket book itself, ,studying every one of the few entries for anything that might tell her more about Hawksford. The fly leaf bore an inscription. "From Lois, 1939." There were a few addresses, an engagement or two noted, The day she and her father and aunt had landed at Auckland was marked. "General Marris"; on the page following she found her own name; "Miss Marris" The pages following were filled with an unusual number of entries "Drove crowd: Auckland — Hamilton," mexb ,day "Hamilton—Ney Plymouth." Two days after came a more per- sonal entry which made Lorna stare. "Dam' 'her!" he had written. And e h the day after, a Friday, she remem- bered that was the .evening when they had driven out aver the Taranaki plain, carte the simple entry "Lorna," with the name underlined twice, She quivered. painfully. Had that incident then, meant something to him? She turned the page over hastily, half dreading to vee what came next—on the day he had learned of her engagemtnt and they had quarrelled. A blank. No- thing for quite ten pages, then a hastily jotted telephone number, then further blanks. She turned page after page, there was not another personal entry of any sort and her name did not occur • again. Overcome with the meanness of this cruel prying, Lorna closed the diary, put her head down on the pil- low and surprised herself by burst- ing into tears ... CHAPTER XI AFTER THE RAID At half -past seven amt. she rang the bell. "Could I have some breakfast up here?" she asked when the maid came. "I'11 be leaving as soon as possible, as I have to drive to Timaru." "Breakfast won't be on until eight, miss, said the girl. "But I'll bring up a tray then." "Very well," said Lorna. "And bring my bill too, please." Her one idea was'to avoid Hawks- ford and get away from the hotel as soon as possible. But she resolved to wait. Too much haste in leaving might make the manager suspect that she had had a hand in last night's affair, It was as essential to leave quietly, as it was to escape Hawks - ford's notice. - She got up and hurriedly copied the sentences on the sheet of blue paper on to another to keep for her- self, and returned Hawksford's copy to, itis pocket book. She got back to bed and lay there, on tenterhooks, waiting for breakfast. It cane at last, she ate it hurried- ly, then dressed herself and carefully reconstructed her disguise of dragged back hair and greasy face. But she remembered that she had worn the glasses on the night before, Hawks - ford might have seen then in the half light when he Struggled with her.. Also she had worn the dark blue coat and hat. She put on the plaid coat and brown felt hat, and put aside the glasses. The porter came up for her suit- case. She let him go ahead with it, emerged front her room hastily after he had gone and darted into the bath- room opposite. There she saw a bas- ket used for soiled linen, and lifting the lid she dropped Hawksford's pocket book inside. Site saw no sign of him; the lounge through the glass doors was empty. There was no one in the foyer besides the manager and the porter and a peaceable spaniel dog. Lorna paid her bill. "Did you find •out who got into the gentleman's room last night?" she asked, putting on her New Zealand accent, and trying to say the most natural thing. "No," said the manager. "We didn't find a sign of anyone. A notebook was taken, but there wasn't any money in it, it seems. A telephone call came through, just before, to get the visitor out of his room, and we found the exchange knew nothing about it, It's a strange thing alto- gether; looked like a planned job, and then they only got a worthless note- book!" Lorna took her change, and trying not to appear to hurry, picked up her suitcase and walked out of the hotel door—straight into Hawksford as he came in from the street! She jerked her head' down quickly, for they were face to face; but n o t before she glinnpsed the look that flashed into his eyes. A look of sudden attention, suspic- ion, discovery--! She brushed past him instantly and walked rapidly along the pavement towards the garage where her ear was parked .. Her ,spine prickling with apprehen- sion, she dared not look round until she turned into the garage where her car was parked. She saw him be- hind her, conning rapidly along the pavement! She darted into the garage, Her car was parked against the wall, with a second one in front of it; she halted, in frantic indecision, It was a fear- ful moment. Then she saw an attendant. She ran towards him, saying: "Get my car out, could you? I'll be back in three minutes!" "Very well, miss!" The attendant gaited as she ran on out of the garage by the back en- trance into the Street behind; a glance behind her showed her Hawks - ford just coming in at the other one, as she slipped out into the street. She ran across the road into a door marked "Tea Room"; inside was one of those Iittle places with coloured tablecloths and a wooden ceiling de- corated with looped. paper streamers. It was empty but for two business men, and she slipped across to a small table by the window, and sat down. By leaning sideways, she could see the entrance of the garage— There stood Hawksford, looking up and down the street! With a sinking feeling, Lorna real- ized that the worst was •confirmed. There was no doubt he suspeeted' her of last night's outrage perhaps he even recognized her as herself. He was on her trail! , LORNA IS PURSUED She drank back against the wall. Heaven .send he didn't come over and look for her in the tea room! Suppese he did suspect she was Lorna Marris, at all costs he mustn't confirm it! He must be off his guard until she had found out the meaning of that deliv- ery of "fishing rods" on the 28th; or at least until her father came back from the Chathams and she could tell what she knew. She peeped out again. She saw him go back into the garage. "Yes, miss?" The waitress came for her order. "A cup of coffee, please," said Lorna, hurriedly. She watched the garage. He did not conte out again. She drank the coffee slowly- when it came, considering. Was he still in there, waiting? She allowed a quarter of an. hour to pass. He did not appear again; perhaps he had gone out through the entrance into the other street. She began to grow reckless. Because it was a Itiied car, she felt she must get it and take it back to Hamner. Afterwards she wished she had had the sense to leave it, and try 'to get to Haunter somehow else. But after sitting for hall an hour over her coffee, she left the tea room, and walked warily round the block in order to approach the gar- age from the other entrance; she kept a look out to assure herself that Hawksford was nowhere in the vicin- ity. She came to the garage entrance, and peeped in. No Hawksforci any- where! And there stood her car, ready to drive away, twenty feet from the doorway. A little window into the office was just inside the entrance, she put down the five shillings which site had ready in her hand, and called out to a young woman working obliviously at a desk inside: "Here's niy parking fee!" Without waiting for a reply, she clashed for her car, put her suitcase in, and sprang in after it; with the chill of a narrow escape in her spine, she drove hastily out into the road and was just turning into it when she saw Hawksford climbing hastily in- to a big American car parked on the other side of the road. Evidently he had seen her getting into her car from somewhere across the .street! She accelerated, and in her excite- ment narrowly missed a big delivery van on the corner of the main street. Shp glanced behind. The big black ear was coming up in the rear, Hawksford's face gazing through the windscreen. He was giving chase. She turned hastily north on the main street, had the satisfaction of seeing him held up on a crossing and burst out of the stream of traffic herself, on to the comparatively clear road which led out of the town through P'apanui, north to Planner. She got a good lead, but lost it again; he had picked her up again and was fifty yards in the rear when she glanced back two minutes later. She saw how unwise it would be, even if she could keep ahead of him, to lead him an to Hanmer and what would she do, supposing he overtook her on those lonely roads? At the first intersection she turned west; she found herself in. a maze of residential side streets, then by a river set with willows; following this, she crossed a bridge, drove by a park for nearly a mile, turned north again in the hope of eluding !tint, dodged oast again, and came on to a straight wide road almost empty of traffic. She sped along it; looking behind she seemed to have dropped him. Bat she rushed on passing a notice board which said: "Main Road South." Not wanting to take the opposite direction to Rimmer,she veered to the right when the roads parted, and. found herself heading west across the plains towards the distant wall of the central mountain chain, a sap, phire rampart topped with the glim- mer of snows. She studied the road behind in her mirror. It was empty —no, it was not, there was a car on it. ' She did net accelerate immediately, curiosity made her wait in !order to be certain. It looked horribly like it—but there were so ;many similar American cars about. Half a minute later the worst was obvious. It war Hawksford, he had picked up her; possibly he had never lost the trail, and now he was coming along, all out trying to overtake her. Lorna stepped on the gas. The small British car shot forward. It was new, and she could force the speedometer up to sixty , . The big American car on the other handy though more powerful, was not so new ... Each in a cloud of white dust from the unsealed road, they flew on to wards the mountains, in a fairly equal race. CHAPTER XII KEEPING THE LEAD "Thank goodness I, filled, up with. petrol yesterday afternoon!" thought Lorna. Now and again she•took her eyes fromthe road for a glance be- hind. She was keeping her lead. How long would he keep up the chase? Ten more miles lay behind them and Hawksford had gained twenty yards on her. The road lay straight for mile after mile. Where there were curves to hide her from view, there were no intersections down which to dodge. And then came a point where the road did veer to the right. There was a road to the left, and Hawksford was out of sight. She shot round the corner, and even as she did so realiz- ed that her dust would give her away. A gust of wind cleared it for a mom- ent. There he was hard on her trail as usual. "This is hopeless!" thought Lorna. Then on her right she heard a shriek and a roar and looking out she saw a train on a rail track whioh was rapidly converging with the road; she could see the white wind- mill signs ahead which marked the. level crossing. She jammed down the accelerator and raced for the cross- ing. It was a long train, and if she could cross the line in front of it, she would leave Hawksford waiting for it to pass, and have time to get ahead! She could see it was going to be a near thing, but she measured her chance and set her teeth. She was level with the engine now, out of the corner of her eye she saw the fire- men looking down at her across the fence -which separated the road from the track. Foot by foot she left the engine behind. It shrieked warningly. A slope in the road sent her flying ahead of it, and up the slight rise to the cross- ing. Gasping, she shot over the rails twenty yards ahead of it! Triumph flashed through her. The train. reared over behind; and then the car skidded. The road sloped slightly, it was deep with loose shingle. The car spun ori the shingle, shot sideways to the left, toppled on THURS., DEC. 5, 1940 '1. Phil Osifer of Lazy Meadows By Harry 3. Boyle "THE WOODPILE" This column is being written at the direct suggestion of Mrs.. Phil, For some time now she has been waging a campaign to have the wood in the woodshed piled up in a neat and ord- erly way, So far the 'results have not been very satisfactory from her standpoint ... Although asthe Win- ter winds grow colder the pile of wood grows smaller. During the late summer the wood was piled up in the woodshed, but there was about seven cords of what we call "buzz wood" in a pile behind the barn, In an industrious mood one day, the hired man and myself brought it up and threw it into the woodshed. It just about filled! up the space not already taken up by the piled wood. The pile of wood was forgotten for several weeks, Came a cold spell, however, and Mrs. Phil occasionally reminded us at the dinner table, "I wish you would pale that wood. It's a nuisance where it is now." "Well now, we can't do it today," I would say, "but the first day we can't work at anything else; we'll make a raid on the woodpile and have it fix- ed up in no time at all." The days went by, and then came the snow. Getting the kindling at night you had to keep a watchful !eye out for fear a peak, formed by under- mining in take out the wood, would come rolling down on top of you. Cutting the kindling you were liable to glance it off the edge of a round stick and feel a missle whizzing through the air past your ear. Mrs. Phil stopped mentioning the woodpile. That bothered by con- science and so on, several occasions, lame excuses were made at the sup- per table for the non -piling of the wood. Mrs. Phil remained silent. However, she did remind me to fill the woodbox in the morning with the announcement that she wasn't going to risk her life trying to fish wood out of the woodshed. How I watched the pile to see if the daily burning wale taking it down any. At first I hadn't piled it on gen- the edge of a steep grassy bank. Lorna, jolted this way and that, felt the wheel leave her fingers, felt her- self flying through the air, saw sky, green paddock and yellow road all mixed in a dizzy flash. She hit something with a dull shock and „everything went dark. * * * * * * (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) eras reasons, but as the pile, grew smaller I felt justified in leaving it because it would soon be burned, However, two things happened which change the situation !entirely. On Monday night I was asked to '. get the old h-onkettle, a small black pot which hangs from a spike on one of the rafters of the woodshed roof. After pretending not to hear, and be- coming absorbed in the paper, I was finally forced into going for the uten- sil. There it was hanging from the spike, It seemed so easy' to walk up the side of the pile and reach for the kettle :. . it was tool Perhaps it was the added weight of the. kettle. Something happened, and it happened mighty fast. Down went Phil and kettle and all , . and when Mrs. Phil rescued us. the kettle was half full of wood and I was almost cover- ed by it. I couldn't ask for •sympathy be- cause I had brought it all on myself. To add insult to injury, on the very next evening I very foolishly went out to get wood without taking a light. One of those small, round trea- cherous poles happened to be under my heel ... and what happened is better not told. However, I did fall and in faIIing my arm tipped the ash bucket. It was the hired man who rescued me and that laugh of his made me realize that murder can sometimes be justified. We're ending the menace of the. woodpile. The hired man is piling it today. MUST PURCHASE AUTO MARKERS BY JAN. 1 Driving Permits and Motor Plates are Now on Sale; No Extension Will Be Allowed After January let; Must Have Registration Card Driving permits and motor markers for 1941 are now on sale and motor- ists are given time until New Years in which to make their purchases. Premier Hepburn, in his budget ad- dress, warned that no time extension will be allowed after January 1, al- though in recent years this has not been the rule, For the benefit of those not pasted on the subject, license and permit fees have not been altered this year. Motorists are urged to bring along their national registration cards when applying for licenses or permits. Ontario Department of Highway authorities also warn motorists to de- stroy their old license plates upon receiving new ones. This is the in- dividual resltonsibilty of every motor- ist. 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