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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1939-12-28, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD' TIMES., DEC. 28, 1939 rY qp fure tcyond o a by KRTURRIIIEBURT SEVENTEENTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS Jocelyn Harlowe, raised in a French .convent, at the age of eighteen joins "der mother, Marcella, in New York. 'Worried about her safety, because she as unfamiliar with the modern world .and• has developed into a beautiful "avaman, her mother's fhrst wish is to ;;get her safely married. Attending her :;first ball, Jocelyn meets Felix Kent, 'rich, ; handsome and nineteen years .:older -than herself. Encouraged by her mother, she and Felix quickly become .engaged. Alone in her apartment one ;;night,; a cripple, Nick Sandal, enters by the fire -escape, confides in her that' he is her father and that her t real name is Lynda Sandal. Visiting her father in his apartment, Jocelyn :meets Jock Ayleward, a gambler. When .she. `mentions the name Felix "Rent he tells his story of how he -was a mining engineer, worked under Kent, and was sent to jail for making -what *as adjudged a false affidavit. Jocelyn refuses to believes him, but, .:after seeing more of Jock, and after She has kissed her passionately during moment they had alone, she says, that she will search Kent's safe for ;papers on the case. When asleep, one • night, Jocelyn's mother wakes her and says that her jewels have been stolen and; Jocelyn suspects Jock or her fath- ,er. She goes to see her father who adieu addresses; $2.00 to the U.S. or ,either foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are ,paid unless at the option of the pub- 'iisher. The date to which every sub- -scription is paid is denoted on the dabs.. .ADVERTISING RATES - Transient advertising 12c per count line for first insertion. Sc. for each subse- «quent insertion. Heading. counts 2 'Ones. 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FOOT CORRECTION 't+y manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 IRSISIONMOW seems' to know nothing about the jewels, She meets Jock there, who kisses, her against her will. But she tells him she will search the safe, which she does. She •find s papers, showing Jock's story ,to be true, and Felix is arrested. Nick, meanwhile, returns the jewels and'begins to tell Lynda the story behind them. Painfully he rose. "This is rotten for you, Lynda. Let's get it over. Your mother took a lover and, thought him a better{ man than me. And he had a fortune in jewels in his pocket which she, poor ignorant child of wealth,' fancied belonged to hien. And she was afraid of me. So they would take the Marquises jewels, and they Would run away,' Julian and 'Cella, with them gems, to South America and live there happily ever after, And so again, in the immemorial fashion of Pantaloon, some instinct pinched the husband awake and back he Dame unexpectedly to his little golden California house. Moonlig'ht,1 I remeniber. Soft. Sumner. But they, were indoors. It was night. And everything was ready, The jewels lay between them on the table. "I said what Pantaloon always nays. Julian was not patient under insult. I struck him. He was armed. Ile would have shot me, Lynda," his voice left him and he began to whisp- er, "he would have shot me. I was no cripple in those days and 'I got the pistol away from him and I shot him." Lynda heard herself asking, "You -killed him, Nick?". "Yes. Instantly. And almost be- fore I could stand up from ascer- taining this, the police were on top of us." "It wasn't only the shot that had brought them. They were hot on Montree's heels. That was the Tea- son why he was for South America at once. The noble aunt had grown suspicious. The police were looking for the nephew of the Marquise de Montree. 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Any money to b'e'paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Banleof •'Commerce, Seaforth• or at' Calvin ',Obit's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica- inn to any their the above officers ad- 'dessedto their respective post offi- ces. :Losses inspected by the director who linea nearest the scene. CANAf' NAM q AIlW Y true colors sou that she'd not be able to influence you against me in the end." "Oh, Nick, Nick, Nick!" They looked at each other then with their wasted and faintly similar faces and their ,wet, stained eyes and con- trived, for each other's sake, a sort of shaken laughter. At the end of that laughter, Lynda, having risen, asked, "Won't you tell me something about -Mock?" Jealousy crept back faintly into Nick's face. "Not much to tell about him. He came out of prison the same day l' did. He'd had his three years of hell,, poor devil. We'd both been engineers. That drew us together. I taught him the gambling game." . it to foreign' parts. A neat job too." "Where is he?" Lynda whispered. "Not far away, I found 'he didn't have the stuff so I got Fuji to call you, Don't yell, I got him in a closet out there. It's, not even locked but he's tied up, But leak a -here, you can go away with me if you like. 'On my word of honor.' :I got a real fancy for you. But if you don't. like to, that's all right with me ,too.. Only just hand me .over the spark- lers. If you make a row I'll pat a hole in your pretty carcass and take the stuff. It's in your bag there?" She shook her head. He took the case from her, opened it and, with- out freeing her from any fraction his watchfulness which was . as co!d t and as intent as a Bunting cat's, he quietly pocketed the gems. Then' he began to back towards the door. As he -stepped from • the door, Lynda's crazy courage flared up, as though her brain had been saturated in crude oil. She darted after him. As he fled down the stairs, she drew in her breath to shout, but Quayle, stopped below her and, with a hide- ous white grin, levelled his gun. Be. fore her voice had left her lips, he fired. There • was, with her shortened wailing cry, a shock of sound. Quayle scuttled down and out past grinning Fuji wird had the front door open for his gold -lined exit. Lynda lay crumpled near the bannister outer whidh she had leaned for her intend- ed outcry. Below her oes the stairs., on the very- step where Quayle had pausd to shoot, was the dead body of a man. Helping herself up by the railing and moving shakily down, she found Nick Sandal. . She sat there .on the step and held his peaceful head upon her arm: while springtime's hurdy-gurdy made incongruous melody beneath the sun - filled window, .and his pale young daughter wept. The police found, them.. The po- lice took them away and, next morn- ing, the Harlowe family lawyer having been summoned, the police delivered them at Marcella's apart- ment. There, then, Nick Sandal was laid in a room • sweet with flowers, untroubled- by social distinctions or by any sense of his inferiority- 1@1a lawyer, the clergyman, Cousin illaa Mullet, Jocelyn and one other stood beside the grave. This wait Jock Ayleward. The rank outsider was buried in the Harlowe burial lot .and lay there, Sho could think of no one els. presently, •remember no one else. Every look of his mobile face was hers; every turn of his strong and graceful body. It was Jock's turn noty to climb up out of the dust. But why must it be away from her? It was not until several days there- after, that the papers began to blazon the story ofa certain Felix Kent -t- his his wealthy his possible crime, his treachery. The law court in Chicago was set for a scandalous trial, not the reopening of an ancient indictment at one unfortunate engineer but a new trial to prove Kent's embezzlement of his fellow citizens, funds. Kent was very expensively and very ably repre- sented. Jock's story, in one form or another, ran to columns; and already the name of Jocelyn' Harlowe had been mentioned. Nick carried the first 'edition to Lynda and was then told what she had done, the history of her search, her capture and her, tragic victory. Ile heard it without com- ment. Lynda, meanwhile, in her own fash- ion, prowled the room. It was ten o'clock of a gay spring morning. "I won't talk about it, Nick. I don't want to See the papers. I ' want tc go away until it's over, please." "Well, 7 was about to suggest an adventure. Will you come with ire to France?" "Nick, can we? Is it possible?" "I must go, you see, and since I'm a cripple I need some help. Besides for my intention, two tray/alleys might perhaps be safer than one." "Don't yell," h e warned her. was dead -before the police came in! "What is -your intention, Nick?" I had told 'Cella to ` go to tier i "To return to the Marquise de Mon- room and to lock herself in. Her tree her jewels." story would `be, this: that she hada "That's what I meant to do, some gone to bed and to .sleep. That the day." quarrel had awakened her but that' "Today is best, for me and prob.: she had not dared to come out to alily for you if you do want to get us. That the , quarrel was between away from this. He flicked the scat= two gamblers who had came in late. tared newspapers, And that it had ended in Julian's I In secret, the two conspirators death, at myhands, by his pistol. made their preparation and set their "She went to her room -• where date. Nick got the passports, bought you were sleeping quite peacefully- the tickets. and looked her door. But with her Then Lynda, all dressed for travel she carried Montree's jewels." . and holding in her hands a leather "Nick, what .did they de to you?" case which contained her toilet "Arrested me of course. After articles, her money and the jewels, that, this and the other things was sat down beside her .window to wait said and done, I was tried and con- for Nick. He had been living in his victed of manslaughter and sent to old rooms and was to conte for her prison for the matter almost' of at eight -thirty, your lifetime, Lynda. • I The clock chimed. Startled, she "They thought that Julian and I saw that it was already nine, that had quarreled over the swag. Lord, Nick was very late. She began to how they tore my house to pieces be alarmed. Passengers were sup - looking for the jewels! It's a won- posed to be aboard by ten, der you weren't flayed in the search.' She 'phoned the desk but was told Lord knows where 'Cella kept them. that there had been no call. But the police couldn't pin :anything She had hardly hung up the re- on me. For lack of evidence, I ceiver, when shrilly the mechanism wasn't tried for theft as well as for; rang. She knew Fuji's queer little murder." voice: "And she didn't tell? I mean, at "This Miss Har -lo?" the trial, she didn't try to help you "Yes." by telling the, truth?" "Please, Lady come see Mis-tair "She didn't tell, She kept the Sandal. He say, Velly sad -don sick. jewels." No can conic. No can get to 'phone. Nick threw himself almost roughly Please, lady come' his room now." froan her comforting, ( 'Tell him I'll be there at once." "Until that night when you both She got out quickly at the door, came out from that ball, Lynda, where told her driver to wait and, keeping you were dresied . as Juliet and as the small case with its priceless con- I 1s he I had d not see 'Cella tents in her hands She saw, turning, stiff .with trou- ble,and; with weariness, that he was in the vestibule. He came toward her, looking tall and grave and white, "Have you read the papers, Lynda?" Her "no" was inaudible. " I'vie : got my verdict. I'm cleared. Don't try to speak, Lynda. I won't stay. I know what you must feel toward me,. I've spoiled your life ...or you think so. And Pve dared to come There tb thank yen for giv- ing me the power to do it. Since I• last saw you, you've been h u r t horribly. And I went away and Left you to go through with it alone. It's beastly. I'ns ashamed. But," he held out his, hands, "but no one will call them a thief's fingers again. Nor my mouth a convict's mouth,' And .. I love you, Jocelyn, Har- ilowe. Life is ahead for us, although there has been so, much pain behind -and 'I have a mania far. hoping." "It's' too bad we're not in sym- pathy, Jock. I' haven't any mania for hoping and very little patience at all with pain. Your talent will be wasted. And I think it Was never Jocelyn Harlowe that you loved. I am Lynda Sandal. 1 am tired of unhappiness. And Praire been lonely. Can't you have a mania for being happy Isere and now?" At that they were together and out of reach of fear. The Little Master, temporarily conquered, van- ished into thin air and it seemed to Lynda that in his place was the sure promise of splendid happiness. avey as ,. n since the last: day of my trial I dated She climbed up the three well - her afresh. The aspect of cold virtue remembered flights and: hurried in at she wore, ,the look of sanctity . Sandal's unlocked door. He was TIME TABLE and, when I saw you so dutifully in not in the stripped front room. She her power I began to envy her. That called him and went through the bed - Vieille will arrive at and depart from envy grew. T began, you see, to love Teom door. Clinton Its follows: my own daughter. I was jealous',' Quayle- .stood against the entrance , Buffalo and Goderich Die. ' � ashamed, unhappy., And so, because door. Ho was smiling stickily. (GoingEast, depart 6.43 pa'm. I thought that it would tear away "Don't yell,' -he warned her. She Going East, depart 8.00 pietybackgroundthat in his pocket's lump thrust . m � her mask and expose the . saw 'Going West, depart 11.45 a.m.'of her iet , h stole, her jewels. I upward, threatening her. :Going West, depart 9.50 p.m. "The ones I returned were imita- "Look 'a -here, girlie, Im on to London. Huron k Brace tions. I still have the real gems. I Nick'and you. You got the lady � ;Going North,zar 11.21, lye. 11.47 a.m. wanted you Lynda,to see her in her sparklers and you're goihg to beat imeiug South ar. 2.50, leave 8.08 p.m.' ' THE END ONE MASCOT SAILED "No Mascots" was the effect of an order to all units of the First Division of the Canadian Active Ser- vice Force,, and apparently, only one got away with a modest infraction of the rule, a livlely Airedale pup scrambling past some one's blind eye. The Airedale had been smuggled into the port of cmbareation by an On- tario Scottish unit. There are string- est quarantine regulations across the seas; and it is highly probable the pup will have an emforeed stay "Somewhere." This was in strong comparison with the sailing of the First Contingent of the Canadian Expeditionary Force in 1914. No unit was complete with- out its mascot and the fleet as- sembled in Gaspe Basin sheltered a varied assortment of dogs, big and little, bear cubs and goats. This Noah's Ark contingent was promptly gathered up on arrival in, England but even that drastic measure failed to diminish the army's faith in anim- al mascot% nmataaai s;///!�l//1/L•rya /////' Orr/ / i**aa-_.-•Er� i -'4"'iii: Will Review Momentous Year During the first week of the New Year, the CBC will invite its listen- 12.9 kc.• ers to take a last glance back into 1 1939, the momentous year,that is now taking its place as part of; the past, 1 "This Was 1939", an original dram- atic re-creation of the startling and dramatic events of the past twelve "YOUR HOME STATION" C S N X WINGHAAI 250 Metres months, will be produced from the Torontostudios of the CBG, by Stan -1 ley Masted. The broadcast, which will be heard Tuesday, January 2 at 10,00 to 11.40 pan EST, will include! historical :highlights, ranging from' the happy event of the Royal Visit to C'anad'a to the . developments of the hours directly preceding the broadcast, in a world at War. Happy Gang's New Venture That mad -cap crew, the - Happy Gang, sails into the New Year, "Go- ing commercial", and hundreds of seasonal greetings from their thous- ands of admirers, on both sides of the border, include best wishes for the new venture. It is safe to pre- dict that nothing of their rare spon- taneity will be lost in the move over to sponsoredbrackets, for Bert Pearl and 'his gang have proved that in three years of record-breaking pop ularity they have yet to increase the size of their hats, 'and that goes for Kathleen Stokes whose hats get cuter and smaller with the changing sea- sons. The Happy Gang's hour re- mains the same, daily except Satur- day and Sunday, 1.00 to 1.30 p.m. EST. Wni10WLY PROGRAM HIGHLIGHTS FRIDAY, DEC, 29th: 10.00 am. Harry J. Boyle 12.45 p.m. The Bell Boys 7,00 p.m. Hildegarde 8.00 p.m. Gulley -Jumpers SATURDAY, DEO. 30th: 9.30 a,m. Kiddies' Party 10.30 a,m, Sthut-Ins 7,00 pan. Wes McKnight 7.45 p.m. Barn Dance SUNDAY, DEC. 31st: 12.45 pini, Wayne King 2.00 p.m. Triple -V Bible Glass. 6.45 p.m. Pym at the Organ '7.00 p.m. St. Andrew's Church, MONDAY, JAN. 1st: 8.30 a.m` Breakfast Club 11.30 a,m. "Peter MacGregor" 12.45 p.m. The Bell Boys 7.00 pan. New Year's Party TUESDAY, JAN. 2nd 11.45 am. Dick Todd 1.30 p.m. Glad Tidings 7.00 p.m. Harry Breuer Ordh, 8,00 p.m. Songs of Empire WEDNESDAY, JAN. 3rd: 12.45 p.m. The Bell Boys '7.00 pm. The Four of Us 8.00 OKNX Little Band THURSDAY, MN. 4th: 10.30 a.m. Church of the Air 8.00 pan. Mrs. Piekell, piano 8.30 Grenadier Guards Band Australia Broadcasts Daily Programme The Australian Broadcasting Com- mission has commenced the presenta- tion- of a daily short-wave world pro- gramme on behalf of the Common- wealth Departrnent of Information. This series began Last week and was formally inaugurated with a speech by the Prime Minister, the Right Ilcnourable R. G. Menzies. The transmission of these broad- casts from the Antipodes is directed to Canada between 5,00 and 6.00 pan. EST, and will operate on a fre- quency of 9.615 megacycles. The call letter is VLQ and ,the wave length is 31.2 metres. THIRD CHRISTMAS IN HOSPITAL A patient in Victoria Hospital since September 1937, Miss Marie Blake, daughter of . Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Blake of Ashfield, spent her third Christmas in the hospital. Seriously paralysed when stricken with poliomyelitis during the epi- demic more than two years ago, Miss Blake was rushed to Victoria Hospit- al, and placed in an iron lung which is credited with saving her life. An older brother, Clifford was a victim of the epidemic two weeks later. Muriel, this Christmas spent the day free of the lung, as she is con- fined to it now only while sleeping. 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