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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1941-02-27, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS-RECORTW PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT 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. '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 RICHARDS, the General's Aide -de -Camp, who is engaged to Lorna. T. R. HAWKSFORD, chauffeur to the General'S party. A New Zealander, "handsome in a rug- ged, arresting fashion."' The Clinton News -Record with which is sneerporated THE NEW 'DRA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION 41.50 per year in advance, to Can- aadian addresses; $2.00 to the U.S. or ,other foreign countries. 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Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will •be promptly attended to on applica- tion to ariy of the above officers ad- dressed) to their respective post offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director .who lives nearest the scene EA Ab`ii, G., i l k, WAYS TIME TABLE Strains will arrive ai'and depart from Clinton as follows:. Buffalo and Goderich Dir. Going East, depart 6.43 a.m Going East, depart 11.00 p.m Going West, depart 11.46 a.m. Going Fest, depart • 9.50 p.m. London, Huron & Brace Going North, ar 11.21, lve. 11.47 a.m Geis South ar. 2.50, leave a.os p.m.. CONCLUDING INSTALLMENT CHAPTER NXV (CONTINIUED) "Two fried eggs on chips and one coffee, please!"' In the small. tea room attached to Mrs. Benning'.s store a regular client- ele of van drivers took their Iunch and ,tea at three small tables. The shop was poky and shabby, the kit- chen behind was hot. Eva, the girl who usually did the serving, cooked the meals while Lorna served and washed up. Her red-haired loveliness drew many curious looks, in spite of her plain woollen frock and apron . But she had learned the aloof friend- liness of manner which gains the respect of the roughest man. The drivers of the Auckland ser- vice car came in there, too; one for luncheon, and another for tea. Re- membering Hawksford, Lorna, looked at them with a'faint, wild expeeta- tion. Suppose one should be he? But neither was. Outside it was winter, a cold, wet wind blew in the telegraph wires above the ugly, tin -roofed street. Her one New Zealand summer was defin- itely in the past. Buried forever. In a fortnight she would be gone from the country; that chapter of her life was finally closed. But at least she had learned some- thing from it. "You're a real angel!" Mrs. Ben - mg told her. "That's what you are!" It was good to bear that, at any rate. And to see the relief and com- fort in Mrs. Benning's face when she `was handed a baby properly washed and cleanly clothed; and the other children went off to school with their socks darned and their knees scrub- bed . For -that one New Zealand sum- mer, with its heart -aches, there was much to show. "I know I am twice the woman I was!" Lorna thought, and she was glad. She had been there for eight days. She heard the driver of the Auckland service car cone into the shop that evening. It was the end of his run and lie always carne in at half -past seven. She went to get his order, saw hint hang his cap on a peg and sit down—and this time it was Hawks - ford. She backed out through the Ititehen door again before he had seen her, all the breath knocked out of her body as if by a blow. She supposed he must have taken the place of the usual driver from Auckland. What would he say? What would he think at seeing her there like that? "Is that Joe Clark come in?" said Eva, who was frying chips, referring to the man who generally came. Lorna made no reply, but stared wildly at the girl's back, bent over the smoking frying pan in the greasy little kitchen. Should she ask her to go in and take the order? But, no; she didn't care, She was glad that he should know that she could do this kind of thing. IIad she not, in a way, always wished that he should know, wished she could throw his words about her back in his face? She picked my her cloth and walked in to get the order. He was studying the menu card, sitting there with the light falling on the rough, Burling brown hair she knew so well. His khaki waterproof was wet with rain. He did not look up at once. "Give me a poached egg on toast, and a cup of coffee, please." Site noticed that his voice was not rough like the voices of the other men—and then he looked up, looked full at 'her. "S0 IT IS YOU!" He stared violently. He stared at her as if he could not believe his eyet. She turned from that incredul- ity quickly, and went back into the kitchen, conscious that he was still staring after her. What a long time the egg took to cook! She feared he aright come to the kitchenoor. Fancied,ma ddry, that he might go away. When at last she took the tray in a shaking hand and carried it in, his gaze, eager and searching, met her the instant she came through the doorway. He rose, and his chair went back with a violent scrape. He didn't speak as she put the plate on the table. "Please sit down," said Lorna. "Do you want jam with your bread?" "So it is you!" ; b "Who else should it be?" She found she could manage to be cool when it came to it. She could even look at him, to see the look of thund- erstruck amazement in his face. "I thought .my eyes were playing me tricks at first. Then I thought it was someone extraordinary like you —!". He stopped, and asked; "What are -you doing here?" "Just an honest job of work. Don't you think you should sit down? Do you want jam with your bread?" He sat down, helplessly, and since he made no reply she went and fetch- ed the jani. "Are ybu doing it for fun?" he asked. ; The secret animus of her soul show - led for an instant: "You think I do everything for fun, don't you?" She added more calmly: "The woman who runs this place is ill, and she has five children, so I came up front Wellington to help her." ! "Oh, I see-" he said, in the tone of one who doesn't in the least. "Will you want anything else?" " `\Vill you want anything else'?" he mimicked her. "Where did you leann to talk like that?" The suggestion of ridicule loosed her passionately repressed feelings. She paused an instant by the table, looping down at him. "I've never had anything from you," she said, "but ridicule and con- tempt, and criticism. I know what to expect!" Hawksford went very white too, and asked: "And what else have I ever had frena you?" She stared, her lips parted sound- less. "My love," she thought. "He had only my love!" "Nothing," she said aloud, and walked back into the kitchen. "I'm off now," said Eva, wino only stayed until eight o'clock, "Olt, are you? Good -night!" Eva put on her coat and ran out, leaving Lorna to struggle with her feelings in private. She told herself site would not go into the dining - room again. Let -tint go when be had finished. Another ten days and she would be out of the country and he out of her life. She didn't even want to see him again. But she remembered that she had not given him his bill. To get the task over, the went in With it almost immediately. He was sitting with his stead low- ered, the food untouched on his plate. "Here's your bill," said Lorna, shakily, putting it down on the table. "Thanks!" He barely glanced at her. She went back to the kitchen wondering con- fusedly, 'Why did he look so miser- able? A few minutes later there was a tap on the kitchen door. She opened it a little. He stood there, but now there was a twinkle of humour in his eye, "Miss," he said humbly, "have you the everting off?" "I have a lot of washing up to do," "Woll, then, could I help you, Mise?" She couldn't help smiling at his mode of address. "Don't you have to take yarn coir back to Hamilton?" "I haven't any passengers to go back to -night, and I don't have to leave from there until eight in the morning. So I can take the car in any time to -night." Site let him come into the kitchen. "What does he want?" she thought. She remembered other times when she had allowed him his way, and her pride uttered furious warnings that if she gave him an inch he would take an ell. But he was unexpectedly silent. He merely took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and dried the dishes as she washed them in the steaming sink, "So it slight have been," thought Lorna. Shewas W 5 Va lulland s upd lie g at drying, in a nice little all -electric house in a green suburb of Auckland. Site wished that her sophisticated wits would make her shrink from such a prospect. But they had not; no, and they still did not, to her shame and misery. The dishes were stacked, the dining. room cleared. A. conventional, some- what awkward conversation began. "I shan't be down here again," he told her. "The chap on the car I'm driving is i11, and'I tools his place." THURS., FEB. 27, 1941 '! "Oh?—Joe •Clark? I'm sorry. What is the matter?" "Nothing much—a touch of flu, .1 believe." Lorna informed him, "I am going to England at the end of next week." "Oh, are? you•. Coming back again?" . "Never!" said Lorna. t1You don't like us enough?" "No,. I like New Zealand. But my father worries about my being alone here." TO THE LONG QUIET HILLS The sink was clean, the dishes were put away. He was putting on his coat to go. He had taken his cap from the wall, he was not looking at her; his words came without any pre- liminary: "Because I did, do, and always shall love you, Lorna—tell me what you've been doing since L last saw you, and why?" "Because you -=.what?" Her voice came faintly, "Because I love you — haven't I told you often enough before?" • "Not so terribly often. Only once, I think." She was leaning against the table, she half sat on it for support, her face white, a wild light in her eyes. It was n moment before she could find strength to speak. "After I last saw you? Let me see. I didn't go to England with my father, I stayed in Wellington, and got a job as help in a farmhouse. It was rather tough and the people were horrible; but I stuck it until I didn't mind it any more. And then I went as a governess in Hawkes Bay, and after that I looked after a house and some children--" "Why give up a pleasant life for that sort of thing?" "Because my life was superficial. Because I was—what did you once call me? --a week-old cabbage, and not ---P She hesitated but a rush of emotions avercanie the barriers of pride: "Not even good enough for you to many!" She swung away from hint, but he caught her hand. And then she saw that he looked thunderstruck. "Didn't you understand that I was trying to do the generous thing?" "I don't understand." "I was trying to give you a way out of. something I was certain you'd regret! My Ileavens, you took the cue quickly enough when I said I wouldn't hold you to it!" She stood dumb with wonder, try- ing to adjust herself. "You didn't make me think I was someone you'd care about very much! Of course I took the cue," she man- aged to say at. last. "What? Oh, you were as much above me as—as a star! You know you were. The worst side of me re- sented it, and I was vile to you. But then when yon saki you'd starry me I saw hew true it was, and I thought I must give you a chance to get out of it." "Hour badly you think of me!" "I don't—•I didn't. I thought you had been carried, away. If Pd known you wanted to be held to it, I'd have held you to it to your dying day! But I struggled with thyself, and then put it to you like that to see how you'd take it. Lord, you were cool! That's the end!" I thought." A wail from Mrs. Benning's baby in the next roost suddenly smote on Lorna's ears, like something from reality in the midst of a dream. She stood there with tears in her eyes. "I was trying all I know to be cool, and it was very hard. I thought you were turning me down because you knew I wasn't wotth anything! When I went into the hotel they had to give me brandy ---just a moment, there's the baby crying!" She slipped away into the darkened room, where the infant sucked its fingers and wailed. After a moment. Ilawksford follow- ed her and came to her side. "Hush!" she whispered, for the baby began to drop off to sleep again. "Did you want to marry me so much they had to give you brandy?" Ile whispered. Lorna nodded, and turned her face so that it leaned for a moment against itis coat. "Conte out where we can talk!" he urged. They went back into the kitchen, but it was some before the talk- ing began. "It was just chance that we met here," she said. "We were meant to meet!" He looked at her roughened fingers. "Look at those hands—those lovely hands! All because I was such a beast to you! Won't you be the lov- ely lady again that you were when I met you?" "That's easily done!" smiled Lorna. "You know all about washing up and all that now," he said. "So I'm not afraid of you hating it too much. Hat, look, it's not so bad, I shan't always be a chauffeur!" "Won't you?" "No, P'have a sheep run at the back of Gisbcurne. That's to say, I shall have it when my uncle dies. He was the chap I was talking about, whom I couldn't stand working for. The estate was entailed to 'me. He's ill now, on his last legs, poor old chap, and; they .want me to go back and manage the place for him. Per- haps I'll do it, too, now that I could run things my own way. There's a house up there, apart from the home- stead, that would be fit for us to live in."' "A, sheep run," said Lorna. "And ter"Every duty, well and honestly done, is ,t contribution to victory 14, it 'i Txa PNMn_ Ivionsnn Or CANADA. ' . AMechanized ArmyServing YOU: , Mechanized and motorized units—these make up the -^i% modern artny. ,'ou have often noticed Sell line crews with their trucks along the highway. Those too ate meeltaniza, motorized units, each with e highly skilled crew; each,completely equipped with tools, 4:1, power, material. In an emergency they can be mobilized —quietly, d quickly, efficiently — to repair the havoc wrought by storm fire, or flood. The equipment they carry — standardized apparatus of many kinds - nmlcea epos- stole t!so speedy restoration of vital service. 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The dances and parties, and the first nights, and the glamour and sophistication? For I've nothing like that to offer you, Lorna. Nothing but a quiet, free life, and a few friends, and the open air!" "And you?" "Oh, yes; and me!" She thought of that, and of the long quiet hills, the deep bush, and the grassy plains; the river -beds burning white among the green wil- lows; the vast sky filled with light and never resting wind... . "What more could anyone want?" she said. (THE END) system Georgian Bay is an immense arm of Lake Huron, with which it- is connected by two main channels. Stretching far inland towards the Ontario highlands on the east, it is nearly 50 miles wide and 120 miles long. The shoreline is broken by hundreds of deep sheltered bays, and along the eastern side lies an archi- pelago of nearly 30,000 islands. Its sparkling blue water's abound with fish, and form a vivid background for picturesque rock formations, rocky capes, sandy bays, and a my- riad of channels winding through green -wooded isles. . i The region is also rich in early historical associations. "Huronia," as it is often called, was the ancient home of the great Huron confederacy of Indians, which was practically ex- terminated by the Iroquois in 1649-50. Near Midland, on the north shore of Georgian Bay, stood the palisaded Indian village and Jesuit mission of St. Ignace, which was destroyed in 1649; further west, on Christian Is- land, the Hurons made their Last in- effectual stand against their heredit- ary' foes. In this region the Government of Canada has established Georgian Bay Islands National Park, consisting of 30 islands ranging in size from loss than an acre to several square utiles. On many of these islands wharves have been erected to facilitate the approach of motor boats; shelters equipped with tables and camp stoves have been provided, and camping areas laid out for the use of visitor's. Beausoleil Island, the largest, is about eight miles north of Midland and two miles west of Honey Har- bour. It is more than five miles long and nearly aimile wide, and contains an area of 2,712 acres. On it have been iceated the local administrative headquarters of the whole park. Beausoleil Island for many years was a home for a band of Ojibwa or Chippewa Indians, and remains of their settlements are still visible. An Indian village stood near the site of the park headquarters building on the eastern shore, and an Indian cemetery is situated nearby. Ancient legends eoncesning the district are 'still related by Indians living in the vicinity, and many of the physical features of the Island bear Indian names. Kitchi-Kewana Bay is named for a supernatural being who is credited with the creation of the Great Lakes system and who formed Beausoleil' Island so that he might have a place to rest. Depressions on the island are supposed to mark the spots upon which his shoulders rested. The southern part of the island is covered with sandy loam soil which supports heavy growths of mixed hardwoods including staple, white birch, beech, red oak and 'ash. In contrast, the northern section has heavy outcroppings of rock, and con- tains open stands of white pine, maple and oak. Wild animal and bird life is numerous. Elle and deer in- habit the woods, and fox, raccoon, porcupine, and numerous small fur - bearers abound, Ruffed grouse, song birds, and birds of brilliant plumage are prevalent, and waterfowl are ob- served in adjacent waters. 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