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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1940-12-26, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., DEC. 26, 1940 APPOINTED FRUIT AND VEGETABLE INSPECTOR Mr. W. J. Smith of Exeter received: -Wold last week from the Civil Ser - vee Commission at Ottawa that he had been appointed Fruit and Vege- table ITispector for the Dominion De- nartment of Agriculture. Bill has been acting as . Field Supervisor for Captain Mason of the Western On- -brio Credit Bureau at Stratford for the past six months and will con- >tinue with the collection work dur- ing his spare time. The Clinton News -Record with which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION 41.60 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- lisber. The date to which every sub- scription is paid is denoted on the ••label. 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Losses inspected by the director who lives nearest the scene. PUBLISHED • BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT COPYRIGHT GENER4L SIR WESTON MARRIS, a highly -placed officer of the General Staff visiting New Zeal- and on duty. LORNA MARRIS, his pretty, luxury- ` loving daughter. smonesememsnow PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS MISS HILDA HARRIS, sister of the General, accompanying him to New Zealand and giving Lorna such supervision as a high-spirit- ed girl will tolerate, CAPTAIN ALLEN RIC'HARDS, the General's Aide -de -Camp, who is engaged to Lorna. T. H. HAWIf,SFORD, chauffeur to the General's. party. A New Zealander, "handsome in a rug- ged, arresting fashion." CHAPTER XIV "ARE YOU SO INFATUATED?" Indignant that her aunt should dare to talk to her as if she were a school -girl still, Lorna was too aston- ished to speak. She had expected a mild scolding for being rude to Mrs. Shane, but apparently this was something worse! "Are you so infatuated," Miss Mar- ris went on, her voice quivering with scorn, "That you have to put aside commonsense, and fitness and man- ners altogether?" "Infatuated?" echoed the astound- ed Lorna, ' "Yes, infatuated! It seems so, at any rate, for you to do a thing like this! Do you think I didn't know what was going on in New Ply- mouth? I saw every look you inter- changed with that man, and I've no doubt your father noticed it too!" A wild glimmer of the drift of her aunt's complaint began to dawn upon Lorna. She stared, white-faced into her aunt's angry gaze in the mirror, and said: "I don't know what on earth you're talking about!" "Are you going to deny," said Miss Marcia breathlessly, "That you went to Christchurch because that—that chauffeur, Hawksford, was going there? Or that you stayed down there yesterday because he was there? I think it's too much, Lorna! Your father's chauffeur!" Lorna opened her lips to speak, but having started, Miss Marris was too worked up to stop. "You carry your modern ideas too far beyond dignity and good taste! What would Allen think if he knew of this sort of thing going on while he's away? What would his people think—people with such a sense of family pride? Do you think one of Allen's sisters would behave as you do?" "He doesn't get on with his fam- ily—he never sees his sisters!" Anger jerked the words cuttingly from Lorna's lips. She was in- credulous, but she was furious. Her aunt's interpretation of her actions was so utterly wide of the mark— yet had a sufficient element of truth in it to upset her in a manner she could hardly account for. She rose abruptly. "You're completely wrong!" Lorna's voice was hard with energy," But if you were right, you seem to have nothing to say against me except that I'tn not sufficient of a snob!" "I bog your pardon?" said MYIiss Merris, blinking. "I am not infatuated by Hawks - ford, I didn't go down to Christchurch for that reason! But I want to say that if I were, if I had been clown to Christchurch to see hien, I wouldn't be deterred, from it because of a mere vanity like class distinction!" She stopped, her eyes on fire with righteous passion, Her aunt's accusa- tion was absurd in the face of what had really happened. There were objections to Hawksford a thousand times more cogent than that he was tt chauffeur—but for some reason her SOW, could not allow it to pass. She must assert that was not the barrier between herself and the man---! "For the rest,' she ended breath- lessly, all her indignation drowned in sudden distress. "You're absolutely wrong, I admit to you that I didn't go down to see the dentist. I couldn't say why I was going, but I had to give some reason that would prevent Mrs, Shane feeling hurt. I'm not going to say why I went, now, but you'll probably know when father comes back!" A sudden injection of doubt into the suspicions she had been nursing all day threw Miss Marris off her bal- ance, She gaped breathlessly. "We've always been good friends, Aunt," said Lorna, "You looked after me and helped me after mother died, and no one could have been better. But you shouldn't attack me like this. T know I am apt to be wild and rash by your standards --but, this isn't anything like that. It's something serious, more serious than anything that has ever happened to me yet!" "Serious!" repeated Miss Marris, with 'a complete change of tone. "You're not going to say that you're really in love with this man?" "No. It's nothing that affects me 'personally, nothing that affects any of us personally!" she hastened to say. "It's something quite outside. You shall know when father comes back!" "But I ,Can't bear these mysteries! 'CANADIAN. k A'tIONAL ' AILWAIIS. TIME TABLE 'Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: h Buffalo and ' Goderic 'Going East, depart 6.43 am Going East, depart 8.00 p.m. Going 'West, depart 11.45 a.m. Going West, depart 9.50 p.m. London, Huron de Brucet Going Werth, ar 11.21, ive. 11.47 a.m. Going South ar. 2.50, leave 8.08 p.m. You tell me something is seriously Wrong, and you won't tell me what it is! You see what I've been think- ing in consequence!" LORNA KEEPS HER SECRET Lorna could see what would hap- pen if she took her Aunt into her con- fidence. Miss Maris would get thor- oughly worried, be quite certain that Hawksford would murder them all, and insist on Balling in the aid of the police or the Intelligence De - pertinent.. Lorna was determined to hold out until her father came. She would not be put in the position of having weak- ly thrown the responsibility on to her aunt, leaving everyone. Hawksford. included, to draw their own conclus- ions about why she had lcept quiet so long . . Hawksford himself must realize, it must be made plain to everyone, that she had collected the facts about the case deliberately in order to Place them before her father. Lorna • made •her now thoroughly worried aunt sit down, and told her: "Father knows what it's about—it's to do with something he told me privately about his work here. You know he's dealing with official sec- rets all the time! He told me to tell no one about it—so how can I tell you? I've been following up an in- teresting development of what he told me. Please, aunt, help me by not asking questions I can't answer. Don't breathe a word of this to any- one and just believe as if everything were normal." Phil Osifer of Lazy Meadows By Harry J. Boyle "SANTA CLAUS" Both of us felt sort of foolishly silly as we hung the pair of little white stockings up on the tree. Wrinkled into the shape ofa pudgy little foot . . the stockings seemed to hang with their tops open , . . just sort of waiting to be filled. We showed the stockings to Pat- ricia Ann. She looked at them and sort of cooed a little and then dabbed a fat fist out for one of the decora- tion on the Christmas tree. I'm quite sure than anyone who looked in the window and saw us explaining the stocking's to her ... andnoted her smile of indifference would have thought us daft. But there we were and it was making its happy to do it. She snuggled her head down on Mrs. Phil's shoulders and went off to her trundle bed and I slumped down in the old rocker beside the front par- lor stove five. From then on, every- thing seems sort of hazy . . . as I seemed to be rocking off into space . . and the surroundings of the room grew dimmer and dimmer. "Well, Phil, how's everything to- night?" That made me sit up and take no- tice and there standing beside t h e stove was a fat jolly looking old fel- low. White hair seemed to flow down from under his cape and ripple ar- ound his head and shoulders like those mountain streams you see in calendar pictures, He laughed and the folds of his bright red suit wrinkled up and down under a shiny, black belt. I looked down at the melting snow on his black boots, and he saw me and said, "I tried to knock as muck of that snow off as possible. I hope Mrs. Phil doesn't 'mind." My startled wits seemed to return to me then and I mumbled something about that being all right and asked him to sit down. He rubbed his hands briskly and looked over the tree, and sort of nodded approval as he said, blue eyes cool in his arresting brown face, waiting with the ear to take them to Kaikoura. It had been in Lorna's mind again that he might slip away. But no. Evidently he thought himself a match for her witli all her suspicions, and that he was safe until her father and Allen came back. She tingled with nervous apprehen- sion as she got into the car after her aunt; her aunt, too, looked a little conscious, presumably thinking of those shocking accusations she had levelled on the previous day. "So sorry I had to go to town and missed so much of it!" Lorna told Mrs. Shane; and Miss Marris said how delightful it had been. Mrs. Shane said for the fifth time that she hoped to see them in Christchurch early next month. And then they were on the road through the pines alone with their dubious drivel:; and the hospitable house, like some last outpost of sanity and safety, was left behind. Mrs. Shane had provided them with a lunch hamper, for the eighty mile run to Kaikoura, and a tin billy, in which she assured thein, Hawksford, being a New Zealander, would be able to make tea by the roadside. "But it's so mysterious!" complain- ed Bliss Marris. "Couldn't you trust me just for two days until father conies back from the Chathams?" "Well, if I must, I must, I sup- pose!" Miss Marris said, with a re- turn to mer normal claim. She drop- ped the matter with the abrupt de- cision she sometimes showed. She got up, and looking at Lorna search- ingly, added: "And you look ill, wretchedly ill! You haven't been yourself for days!" Lorna shook her head, saying noth- ing. She remembered her aunt's wild accusation of her being "infatuated" with Hawksford; and the idea give .her a queer ache of distress, shot through with wry amusement. All she said was: "You won't say a word about this, will you?" "Do I usually go round chatter- ing?" inquired Miss Maness airily. "But I'll be very glad when your father gets back!" sloe added, "Well, we'll be at Kaikoura to- morrow, and he joins us there two days after that," said Lorna, turning 'away with a sense of exhaustion. "I don't sea why we should go to Kaikoura to -morrow, we needn't go l until the twonty-eighth. That would give Hawlesfoi'd time to drive us over there, and then go .clown to Christ- church to fetch Weston on the 2911h," Miss 1IIarris began. Lorna suddenly flew at her with a white face, and gripped her shoulders, "We must go to ICaikoura to- morrow!" "What? Why on earth---? More mysteries! Why must we be in Kaikourna to -morrow?" "Because—I can't toll you. And be- cause I don't want anyone else to know I want to go over there tomor- row, but I do. Not for myself. Please, Aunt, help in this! Don't stay here tomorrow!" "But I practically agreed to 'stay wvh'n Mrs. Shane suggested it" "Then you must get out of it!" "Really, Lorna!" "It's imperative that we leave here to -morrow! If yeu don't come, I shall go to -morrow, and I don't know what she'll think then." Lorna sat down on the bed with a pale, set face. "Very well, very well—I can see when you're serious! If only I knew what is was all about! But we'll leave to -morrow. I'll say tho arrange. Monts in Kaikotua have all been made! "And you won't breathe a word— not a word about this to anyone?" Lorna asked breathlessly. "I'll be dumb!" said Miss Marris. "My lips are sealed! But if I don't hear what it's all about when Weston. comes back I'll abandon this tour and go home!" CHAPTER XV PICNIC WITH HAWKSFORD "Good morning!" "Good morning, Miss Marris." There he was, smart in his uniform; ne "Have too busy a night to be rest ing." Then he saw the two little white stockings. "His first pair for Christ- mas hanging up," he seemed to mumble Ito himself. "Time does fly, Phil," he kept on, "it seems like only yesterday that your first pair were hanging up. It gives a person a sort, of funny feeling to see' folks keep on coming g along." They halted for luncheon at noon in a gully under some willows by a creek, in a lonely tract of country among the hills north of Waiau on the ICaikoura road. At the risk of lending colour to her aunt's notion that there was something "between them" Lorna tried to be as easy as possible with Hawksford. She was more concerned with putting him off his guard than with what her aunt might think. He discarded his cap, opened the collar of his tunic, and set about making billy tea for them; Miss Mar- ris in her grey flannels and mannish hat wandered by the creek; and Lorna cool in, white linen, watched him snake a fire between two stones and prop two crooked boughs over it to hang the billy on, "You seem to be an expert at this kind of thing," she remarked. "I've done it ,often enough!" "Aren't you a townsman, then?" "I was brought up in the back - blocks behind Gisborne. Given a knife and a gun, I could keep alive in the bush for days before I was fifteen!" "Olt!" she said. "I imagined you began life in a town!" She had not iinaginod that a career of crime would be likely to start in the country. He smiled slightly, as he thrust more wood into the fire. "I began my career on a farm, but I didn't like the fellow I was working for, so I took a job driving a service- car—look out, you'll get the smoke in your face there!" She stepped aside, but not in time to escape a stinging gust of wood - smoke, He laughed a little, and asked: "Don't you know better than to stand in the lee of a fire," "I've never been by a fire out of doors before," Lorna said. "Nor milked a cow, nor made jam, nor hoed a row of beans, I imagine!" he added, smiling still. "They don't keep cows in Knights- bridge, nor at the: Swiss 'finishing school, where I began my career!" said Lorna. '•'And in the country—if one can stand living in the country at all—there's a gardener's boy hoe- ing the beans! Would you have had me put him out of a job?. As for jam — one buys jam in pets; one doesn't make it!" "Besides which you'd hate doing any of these things, anyhow!" he concluded for her. "I didn't say 'so," rejoined Lorna. "You mean you'd like it?" There was something not wholly idle behind the casual question, a note of real curiosity in his voice, as he bent to lift the lid of the billy. She hesitated, wondering why they were talking about such things on the eve of a desperate situation. She recov- ered herself, and said truthfully: "I might find it very pleasant! I have noticed that people who spend their time doing simple, necessary things, are often very happy. Why do you suppose so many wealthy people become `simple lifers' in these days? They just get tired of being so unnecessary and inessential!" He looked at her with a kind of, quizzical surprise, and she could not forbear adding pointedly, with some contempt: "But you have no use for all that sort of thing yourself;, so why talk Ile stopped dead still then and laughed out loud, a booming sort' of laugh, "You were a rascal, Phil. That night you waited ups for one to •come and I filled your stockings and put them on the chair beside you. That one time. you stirred I was certain you were going to wake up." He seemed to be talking• to himself as he opened the folding top of the big pack and. I caught a glimpse of gay colors and the smell of top varn- ish came floating acres to me. "Patricia Ann, eh? ... She'll like a ball... that'll make a 'nice big lump down in the toe here and there'll be fun in trying to get it out. No, she's too small for that . . but here's a little Mammy doll , . :and here's a toy soldier that jingles and I'll fill it up with candy. H'mph .. she's too small to eat much candy . . but I guess you• can help her out on that, Phil. Here's a fuzzy monkey that walks when you wind it .. Mrs. Phil will be wondering what that bump. in this toe is . and here's a bright tin horn . . and an orange . . and some nuts . . and ah, here's that cuddly black and white bear .. it'll sit up here on the branch .. and she can take it to bed. ,with her." to me about it?" "How do you know?" His voice challenged her. She was nervous at once. There she went, arousing his suspicions again! Site was speechless for a moment, and it was Hawksford who spoke: "As a matter of fact, I know of nothing better than life on a back country rum! I'm going to have a farm of my own, sometime," he said, and he walked away to get more wood. Lorna went to unpack the lunch basket, considering his Iast words in their possible significance. Perhaps that was why he wanted money and was selling information? It seemed a queer thing for a man to sell his country because he wanted to buy some acres of it for himself! The billy boiled swiftly, and soon they were sitting there drinking the dark reviving mixture with its delic- ious taint of wood smoke. Miss Mar- ris and Lorna sat on a rug, and Hawksford sat astride a rock before them. The sun shone on his bare head and bis fine brown face. "If only," thought Lorna. "If only he had stuck to that job on a farm, even though he did 'dislike the fel- low' who owned it! It's where he belongs, on the hills, out in the sun— not in the horrible racket he's running now!" (CONTINUED NEXT WEEE•K) dition may have left somewhat con. servative. Although at least two-thirds of the workers are women, essential crafts- men are reserved where necessary to carry out the new designs, and allof them keep weaving unless raiders are actually overhead. .This new ban on the sale of real silk stockings, the •limitation of other textiles for the home market, and• strict controls over cotton, wool and silk yield to the industry a steady supply of the material necessary for exgort. There has also been establish- ed a special export group which sees to it that nothing is allowed to hin- der 'orders, from this supply of the raw material to 'the delivery of the goods. He stepped back .and Booked his head to one side and placed his hands on his hips and said, "A right good job if I do say so myself." He was moving faster then, and he slipped on his cap and flipped the pack on his back and just before he disappearedfrom sight he said, "Mer- ry Christmas, to you all" . . and I heard sleigh bells away off .. as if they were away down the concession. Mrs. Phil was calling me, and I looked around and the fire was down and the stockings were full . . and I said, "I was just talking to Santa Clause" .. and she smiled, and said "It's time for bed," I expect you'll be up early to help Patricia with her stockings," • WOMEN OF BRITAIN Give Up Silk Stockings To War Industry The women of Britain are going without new silk stockings this winter to supply the increasing demand for overseas for British furnishing fab- rics. Despite the temporary loss of important markets, including Scan- dinavia, the makers of these fabrics are sending abroad to -day more than they did before the war, Exiles from the invaded countries are now making their special contri- bution to a craft dating far back into the centuries whieh, for generations, has furnished the Royal Houses of Britain and other countries. Belgium and Holland were renowned for their folk weaves, Italy for her quilted tapestries and damasks, France fm her exclusive "Period" designs. Craftsmen from these countries are now, with a.. new variety of design and fresh colour treatment, definitely influencing an industry which tra- MARY G A N N A N, whose "Just Mary" series of children's broad- casts is heard over the CEO Nation- al Network every Sunday from 3.15 to 3.30 p.m. BST. 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WINTER SPORTS IN OLD-WORLD SETTING neennieneetien Old Quebec City, whose four centuries of history have made it a favorite stopping .place for summer tourists, has achieved equalprestige with the winter visitor in less than half a decade! The secret of this ;short cut to popularity lies in the sweeping growth of the ski habit, Quebec's glorious winter climate, its•fatcili- ties for winter sports, and the snow -clad hills of Lae Beauport, 10 miles distant, This year, with increased num- hers of Canadians and Americans pointing their ski tips toward Quebec and Lao Beauport, the highlights of the Chateau Fron- teuac's gay winter sports season. promise W shine more -brightly than ever. Ifeadquarters for the famous Sid Hawk •School and its equally famous instructor, Fritz Lomeli, the popular Canadian Pa- cific hostelry will feature a gay programme of skating, hockey, curling, tobogganing, ski-joring, sleigh -driving, and ski-ing on the historic .Plaine of Abraham. The annual Dog Derby is scheduled for the third week in February. Connected by regular bus ser- vice from the Chateau Frontenac, Lao Beauport is a model ski de- velopment. It possesees a hand- some new chalet, thrilling down- hill runs, slalom courses and Jumps of professional calibre. Mont Saint Castin, with twin alalom runs 2,200 feet long, 100 to 300 feet wide, and served by a ski -tow, is •a rendez-vous for be- ginners and expertsalike, while its neighboring Mont Tourbillon is reserved for the more seasoned slit artist. Here is located a pro- fessional ski jump, a downhill run of 4,000 feet and a 1,000 -foot sla- lom run. Inc Beauport is also home of the scenic Sky Line Trail. Ideal weather and'snow condi- tions are the main assets of the Lao Beauport snow -bowl. Deep, dry powder -snow offers the most favorable of ski conditions. throughout the winter, snow depths registering as much as six feet, and providing good ski-ing from December till April and sometimes early Way,