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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-02-06, Page 2Somebody to see you! IF EVERYBODY with: something to interest you should come and ring your bell,what a nuisance - it would be! Think of the swarming, jostling crowd, the stamping of feet on your porch and carpets! Every week we know of callers who conte to see you. They never jangle the.bell—they don't take up your whole day trying to get your attention. Instead they do it in a way that is most considerate of your privacy and your convenience. They advertise in your newspaper ! In this way you have only to listen to those you know at a glance have something that interests you. They make it short, too, so you can gather quickly just what you want to know. You can receive and hear them' all without noise or confusion in a very few minutes. In fairness' to yourself look over all the adver- tisements. The smallest and the largest—you never can be sure which one will tell something you really want ,to. know. 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RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer 'Financial. Real Estate and Fire In- =surance Agent. Representing 14 Fire 'Insurance Companies. Division Court Office, Clinton Frank Finglan4, B.A., LL.B. 'Barrister, 'Solicitor, Notary Pubic Successor to W. :Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block — ' Clinton, Ont. DR. F. A. AXON Dentist 'Graduate of C.O.D.S., Chicago and R.C.D.S.. Toronto. Cron'n and plate work a specialty, Phone 185, Clinton, Ont . 19-4-34. D: H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage 'Office: Huron Street. (Few Doors west of Royal Bank) Hours—Wed. and Sat, and by appointment. FOOT CORRECTION by manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 A. E. COOK PIANO AND VOICE Studio At MR. E. C. NICKLE'S 'King Street, Clinton. Phone 23w. Mar. 20-'36. GEORGE ELLIOTT 'Licensed Auctioneer for the County of Huron •Correspondence promptly .answered Immediate arrangements can be spade for Sales Date at The News -Record, Clinton, or by calling phone 203. Charges Moderate and Satisfaction Guaranteed. 'THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers c 'President Alex, Broadfoot, Sea - forth; Vice -President, James Con- nolly, Goderich; secretary -treasurer, 'M. A. Reid, Seaforth, Directors: Alex, Broadfoot, Seaforth, I1:. R. 'No. 3; James Sho!dice, Walton; Win. • 'Knox, Londesboro; Geo, Leonhardt, Bornholm, R. R. o. 1; John Pepper, Brucetield; James Connolly, Gode- rich; Alexander McEwing, Blyth, R. 'R. No. 1; Thomas Moylan. Seaforth, R. R. No, 5; Wim, R. Archibald; Sea- -forth, R. R. No, 4. Agents: W. J. Yea, R. R.. No. 3, Clinton; John Murray, Seaforth; James Watt, Blyth; Finley McKer- cher, Seaforth. ' Any money to be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth, or at Calvin rCutt's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect '•insur- Bance or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica- •r ion to any of the above officers ad- dressed to their respective post offs eel. .Losses inspected by the director who lives nearest the scene. CANADIAN: ATIONAh ',AI WAYS TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart. from Clinton as follows Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going East, depart 7.08 a.m. Going East, depart 3.00 p.m. Going West, depart 11.50 a.m. ,Going West, depart 10.08 p.m. London, Huron & Bruce Going North, ar. 11.34. lve. 11.54 a.m, Going South 8.08' p.m, TAKEN ;LITERALLY The editor of a newspaper wheel - ,ed Itis` chair around and pressed a -button on his desk. The office boy entered. • "Here," said the editor. "are a 'number of directions from outsiders telling ,us how to run' our paper, `See that every one is carried out.'/ 'And the office boy, gathering them all in 'a'large waste basket, did eso. CLINTON . NEWS-RECORI3 feet before," Florian said in a voice that 'was flushed, with a sort of ur- gency. Autumn lowered her lids in the quick. pain the words brought her. She bit her lips in "vexation at her 'own feeble will, her inability to put Bruce out of mind, cleanly and definitively. She must play up now or be lost, she thought desperately. "You are too free with your conn ili 1 utent$, Florian,", she said wearily. "You masn't turn my head." She 'looked across at Linda, as she spoke, The girl had seated •herself on the porch swing, her shapely legs hoistedabove her and her feet brac- ed against the chain upon which the swing was 'suspended. "You might turn it and look at 'die," Florian ventured. "Don't let him fuss you,, Autumn," Linda said. "He always gets compll- ntentary on a couple of silver fizzes," Autumn smiled and looked out up. p on the panoranna•that lay below them. The Colonial mansion of ,the Parrs stood on a bluff 'overlooking the .long crystalline Mirror of Lake Okanagan, From "the columned portico one could look down, in spring, upon a sea of bloom, the white, pink, and ' deeper pink froth of thousands of fruit trees, in flower, apple, peach cherry and Pear. And beyond the rosy acres of the orchards lay the long blue shaft of the fake, vanishing behind misty headlands on the north and south. Here, in the ample security of their wdll-being, the Parrs had lived for; years, a lusty, swift -living and pleas- ure-loving.family whose brilliant ex= ploits had' become colorful legend in the countryside. It was the boast of J. Elliot Parr that at the age of sixty he could still show his son. Florian a point or two at polo, and that a fencing foil was .still sweet in his hand, Certain people with a spiteful turn of mind might say that it was not surprising that Mrs. Parr hail giv- en up the ghost long ago, but that was neither here nor there so far, at least, as the younger generation of Parrs was ocncerned. PROLOGUE TO LOVE By Martha Ostens° SYNOPSIS Autumn Dean's destipy was sealed in a moment of moon -lit magic, Looking into Brtico Landor's level eyes, she knew that she loved Kinn. But love ,between these two was, it eemed, a' forbidden thing -a heri- tage from her mother, Millicent 0- tied, , .-, .forever loved, forever lost. The setting of this ,splendid story is the Kamloops Valley ' of : British Columbia, midway between the vast arches of the Rockies and the color- Zul Cascades. • To this region of great' sheep ranches, Autumn Dean returns from her schooling ' among the- Continental smart set, to find herself inescapably faced with a fate- ful secret and a '.conquering fove,. Alter she and Brice ' Landon had de- clared. their rove to each other she learns that her father felt that he was the murderer of Bruce Landor•'s Father, though his death is supposed ,o have bee nsuicide. He was shot , by 'his own revolver when struck by Jarvis Dean in a quarrel over Dean's wife, who was loved by and who lov- ed Landon. This knowledge casts a gloom over' Autumn's horizon and for the time, at. least, renders her desperate. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XII The room into which the younger Parr' girl led Autumn was cool and Fragrant with roses. It had • been ;one in pale green and ivory. A rug of fawn -color covered the floor. "What a. sweet room!" Autumn aid as sire glanced about her. "I'm glad you like it," said the girl in .a voice of careful indolence. "My room is there -next to this." She pointed with her cigarette holder, a long magenta affair which she held poised in her right hand. Under. her eft arm she carried a silvery atop which Autumn had already learned was a Belgian griffon. The girl was a slender ash -blonde, with eyes of a hazy violet, and lips that were bril- iantly rouged. The open doorway that Ied to the adjoining' roost revealed a mauve - toned 'boudoir that somehow seemed a perfect setting for the girl Autumn glanced at the room and then turned to pat the dog on the girl's arm. "What do you call him, Miss' Parr?" she asked: "His name is Koochook — which hounds a bit Esktinoish-but it's spel- led C -a -o -u t-c-h-o-u-cwhich on the Ganges or somewhere means India rubber, And for God's save, don't :a11 be 'Miss Parr.' You'll scare ev- erybody to death around, here: My de- voted parents tagged me with 'Me- linda' when I was too young to have 'zny opinions of my own. I get 'Lin - `a' --but I prefer 'Lin' --if you don't mints." "Rather not," Autumn replied "I like it." She saw that iter bag had been 'nought in and unpacked, and her things laid out in orderly fashion' on the bed. "I had any faithful slavery attend to your clothes," Linda said. "You'd like n shower, perhaps. The bath is on the left, there, between the rooms," "Thanks," Autumn said. "I'd like nothing better." , Linda reclined on a chaise -lounge smoking, her dog on the velvet uphol- etety beside her, while Atuumn un- dressed. - "You're a sort of cross between me and my sister Elinor," she said as she watched Autumn appraisingly. "Eli- nor is the horse of the family. That may have sounded funny, but I didn't mean any reflection on you." Autumn laughed, won out of her depression somewhat, in 'spite of her - sett, "Where is Elinor?" she asked, Lindh waved a languid arm. "God knows. Probably down pruning the apple-trees—no, I guess it's not the aeasen for that. Spraying them, maybe, or whatever it is they do at this trine of year. Or she may be out shooting squirrels. She's • it little odd, poor Elinor, but you'll like her." 1 "I'm sure I shall like all ' of you," -9. tuinn said, a little helplessly. "I'm not so sure," Linda protested. "'We're a bit touched if you ask me. The stock is good enough, but some thing must have • gone wrong in• the !)i'eetling. The faotily' , takes itself quite seriously, too—except 'Florian ,rad ^ me. We spend most of our time 'aughing at the others—and oursel- ves." "There's a saving grace in that," Saharan remarked. `You're the only thing Florian has ever 'taken seriously '—except polo," Linda observed, blowing smoke rings,1 "The poor boy is' hit—and hit hard." "Oh, nonsense!" Autumn laughed, coolly, But she colored as she felt Linda's -crutiny change toa mobile, ; slow port of approval. ' "Can't say I blame hint, .'either," ed Linda .ad .added, "You'd Yo d make a decora- tive tive sister-in-law," ' The pita was part and parcel of 1111.•1111.•Stat Autumn had left behind her in Europe. Behind her, mask of indo- lence there was a rapacity for living. Autumn knew'' her kind very well, though she 'was soriiewhat surprised to find it here. "Ave you in love with Florian, b'y any chance?" Linda asked suddenly as Autumn 'tossed her negligee about her shoulders and thrusther: feet in- to her mules. Autumn smiled. "I don't think so —not yet, at any rate," she replied I might have known as much' Linda said. "The Parrs are, such damned fools!" Her voice trailed a- way, as though it was too much of an effort for her to express her con- tempt for the breed. • . Autumn hurried off to take her shower: When site retained, • Linda was sitting where she hadleft her. "I'll' be ready in a minute," she said as she set about dressing. "Don't hurry," Linda replied lazily. "No one hurries around here. FIor- ian will probably be gnawing his 1 nails if he isn'tgetting tight. But it'll do him good to wait.' I was'ten 'r%ly sorry, by the; way, that I could- n't go to your dance. Florian said it 1 was a great success." "He told me you were disappoint- ed," Autumn said. "I was sorry, •tool" • "I had. a bum, ankle that day. Came home late the night before and trip. ped ,over a rubber hose somebody had carelessly left on the lawn. The fam- ily' accused me of being drunk, but I wasn't." "We had the whole countryside there," Autumn' told her. "So Florian' said. Bruce Landor didn't turn up, I understand." Autumn started at the mention of Bruce's ,names. She turned away .from Linda to . pick up a garment from the bed, fearing that her face might betray the quickening of her heart. "His mother has been very • i11," she said evasively. I "I know. She's been dying for a I year. I believe nothing keeps her alive but sheer cussedness. She knows Bruce will have a chance to get a- round as soon as she's gone." I "You know Bruce—pretty well?" Autumn asked. "As well as he'll let rate," Linda replied. "I called him up again to- day to see if he couldn't possibly Icome down. Earlier in the, week he was afraid he'd be too busy, but be said to -day he'd try' to make it to- morrow night." "He told me you had invited him, I Autumn said, .She wondered if Lin- da would note the unsteadiness of her voice. "And lie seemed very sorry that he couldn't get down in time for 'the game." Although her attitude was casual enough now, what she felt was some- thing verging on panic. Bruce had told her that he could not go to Kel- owna. And now—if he came here, it would be primarily because of her, "You've known hits all your life, haven't you?" Linda pursued with an interest that was agonizing. "We went to school together." "He told rate so," Linda sighed. "Why didn't you fall in love with him?" Autumn's hands trembled as site drew on her stockings. She got up and went to the dresser .where she could see Linda's face in the mirror. 'rhe girl was stroking her dog idly. "It probably didn't occur to rata," Autuihn observed with straightened lips. "It octu red to me the first time r saw him," Linda said. "And no oth- er man has meant a dant to me since." "There's lots of time yet, Lin," Au• tumn told her. "Time has nothing to do with it, my dear," Linda 'obser\ed, her lids lowered in a resigned fatigue. "It happens—or it doesn't .happen — and that's all there is to it. It happened to rare in a minute; It wont' happen to him in ten years -•so far as I'm Concerned.;] Autumn, unable to reply, held her gaze in the mirror, and, only half aware of what she did, applied a lit- tle rouge to the unwonted pallor of her cheeks. "Well, I hope he comes to -morrow night, anyway," Linda continued, as though to herself. "f feel rotten when he isn't here -and I'm worse when he is." She got up from the chaise - longue and walked across the room to look out the window. "There comes brother Timothy.. We'll have the whole, family - to dinner to -night. They're really not such a bad lot, Au- tumn, when they've had a few drinks. Almost human, in fact." She remained etanchng at the win- dobw until Autumn had finished dres- sing, and was ready to go' down. "All'. set!" Autumn announced. Linda turned from the window' and gave her an appraising look. Autumn was dressed ina simple white net dinner gown, with turquoise drops at her ears. . "You're lovely," Linda said simply, and slipped her .arm through Au- tumn's as ;they went, together to join ,the others. On the porde() Florian met them with tall frosted glasses in his hands and led Autumn to one of the high- backed, deeply cushioned bamboo chairs. ''I thought you'd Heber tome. back," he said. I knew I shouldn't have let you get into Lin's clutches. ?Prom now on you're • mine." , Ile went and got his own glass and returned and seated himself cross- legged on the floor' at her side, "How lovely this is!" Autumn mar= inured, as het• gaze drifted out over the tessellated valley. _ • ,• "It has never been really quite peri Here, thought Autumn as she con- tinued to gaze down toward the lake, was beauty of another kind, a richer, more voluptuous beauty than that of the simpi,e vacant grandeur of the hills at home. There wee, an cotnpar icon, a lush incontinence about this country that reminded her of a group of modernistic paintings she had seen in an exhibition in Paris. But as she watched the play of cloud shadows on the lake below, a pang of loneliness smote her for the majestic, uncom- promising sweep of the mountains she knew, those mountains that be- longed to herself—and to Bruce Lan- dor. Ah, Bruce, Bruce! To be alone with him again in the rude cabin in the ravine, with the rain enclosing their, and all that had happened in the meantime only a hideous dream! Florian's dog, a 'copper -colored Ir- ish setter, carne bounding up the steps and laid his head wistfully on Autumn's lap. "You dear old fellow!" she said, pulling the dog's sleek ears. "How friendly he is!" "Case of loved by ine, loved by my, dog," Florian said, getting up and setting his glass aside. He pro- ffered Autumn his cigarette case, "What's his name, Florian?" Au tuinn asked, helping herself to a cig- arette. "Tantivy," Florian told her, • "He's adorable." ".You may have hair of him," Flor- ian replied, "whenever you say the word." "I' wish some one would bargain for half of Elinor's hound," Linda re- marked, "Lord, how I hate that beast!" "Has Elinor got one, too 7" Autumn asked. "She has," Florian told her. '"It's an English bull and he eats anything —very fond of griffons." As he spoke, Elinor cause up the slope from the orchards, her lugu- brious -faced bulldog at her heels, She was dressed in khaki breeches and flannel shirt, and her short, dark hair hung raggedly about her stead. She had striking dark eyes and a full, irregular mouth, and there was a certain shyness in her manner that Won Autumn to her immediately. She shook hands briefly with AV- tumn. "So this is Autumn Dean," she said, "I'nt so glad you've corse to see us." "Thank you," Autumn .replied, "I'm very glad I wee invited." "Where's Tint?" Linda asked. ="I saw him drive up several minutes ago." "He's ° talking to father in the gar- age," 'Elinor replied. "They'll both be here in a minute or two. Isn't any one going to offer me a drink?" ,"Meaning me, of course,' Florian said, tilling a glass and handing it to her; "They manage things with bad grace around here, where I'm con- cerned," Elinor said, with a fleeting smile at . Autumn. "You'll have . to overlook that," "You're scarcely human, dear," Linda remarked, stretching het amts and yawning. "I have my points, though, dar- ling," nor Observed Eli o s red as she took a generous gulp from her glass '1 can at least tell a Shropshire ewe from a Macintosh ted. Lin thinks a bobtail flush is' a breed of dog,;" She laughed at 'Autumn, • drained her glass and.went into the house to prepare' for dinner. "Filthy!'i Linda flung after her as She disithpedre'd i "Blame . Yourselffor rt i I sort in" sart�'�' Y 3idtin' a1K+oys}`get thle4'WOr st of ^t9x St!m•1 THURS., FEB, 6, 1936 easetramessmsarisconarsamainestelessisossisammr BY •'.ETH. ER ITS a®m PAULIN:E WRIGHT,. CONTRALTO, IS ONE OP NEW S'I'Mxs OF COm- MISSION'S> WINDSOR STUDIOS O —GUEST r1RUSTS 1 T 0 TAKE PART IN "LET'S GO TO THE MUSIC .HALL:" One of the newer voices now heard over the Canadian Radio Commis - it when you run into Elinori. Here's Dad and Tim." , 'The two men came upthe steps cps as he spoke. J. Elliot Parr was a tali, ,slightly florid' man, his . hair thinning a bit, his chest thrust out in the deterinined effort to defer an inevitable corpulence. He was dres 'sed in white ;ducks and a polka-dot tie, a handkerchief bordered with pol- ka -dots nattily pointing from his breast pocket. He' greeted. Autumn with a vigorous handshake. "Well, I'm damned if this isn't a pleasure!" he boomed. "So this Is Millicent's girl! Well, well -and a fine young filly she is, too, Eh, Flor- ian?" "Don't I get in ou this?" asked ".l'inrothy. Autumn took the hand he held out to her and met franklythe searching gaze he bent 'upon her. He was a heavy -shouldered, darkly ,good-look- ing man with eyes in which there was a constant and aggressive search. "Don't be afraid of trim, Autumn," Linda piped up. "He was divorced. last year for preferring blondes." "Shut up!" said Florian agreeably. "I'm not narrow-minded," Timothy assured Autumn. "My only kick a- gainst the world is that there are too many good-looking women in 'it, regardless 'of coloring. A man can't get around to them all" "Timothy does his best," Linda jibed from her place on the swing. "But what did your pater mean by keeping you tied up over there in the Old Country all these years?" the elder Parr enquired "He probably thought it was for my own good,' Autumn returned, "But I'm awfully glad to be back home again." "Hell, yes! I should think so!" Elliot deelared'heartily. "There's no room over there for a girl like you. You want space to move around in, eh?" He turned away to enter the house. "Well, make yourself at home, my dear. Your mother had many a good time in this house, if I do say so myself." He took out his handkerchief and mopped his red brow. "But that was a long tithe ago." (To be continued) oion is that 'of Pauline Wright, con- tr'alto, singing from the Commission's Windsor studios, Pauline Wrightg claims Toronto a a her birthplace but she has inaintaitz- ed her residence in Windsor for sev- eral years. Her early training began 'an at the Toronto Conservatory and er with John Ii:' Howell sof the same city. In 1926, she contin,ed, study at the University school of Music at Ann Arbor, Michigan; where she re- mained for two years. • Miss Wright. is, a "veteran of the broadcasting business. Her first ex- perience was gained in the studios of old CNRT in Toronto, where she sang for over a year. After estab- lishing her home in Windsor, Miss Wright soon began appearing before the microphone of Station WGHP in Detroit. Her success over that station attracted the attention of radio listeners' and of officials of Station WWJ, one of Detroit's most popular broadcasting centres. With this outlet, she remained as featured soloist for almost two years, Music has been her chief interest since early childhood when she rIrst began the study of the keyboard. Voice culture started at the age of twelve and proceeded with such pro- gress that four years later she be- came a church soloist, She has re- mained in that capacity since. Equip- ped with a background of musical training, Miss Wright also is a lover of the arts, being especially fond of classical and sacred mulls with a love for melodies familiar to musical comedy. Guest Artists On Toronto Feature Mr. Humphrey Giffington-Sledds announces two distinguished guest artists on his famous national net- work presentation, "Let's Go To The Music Hall," for Saturday, February 8, •at 8.80 p,m, EST. The program will originate in the studios of the Canadian Radio 'Commission at To- ionto and the visiting 'Mat's will be none other' than Stanley Maxted, re- gional director, and Rupert Lucas, diastatic big -wig, who will contribute a Western Brothers' hit, "After .Alt That" The regular stars of this sprightly hong, .'which has brought, national fame to the Toronto studios, will a- gain bit lieaad 111 characteristic num- bers from the music hall annals., George Young, 'versatile `producer of, the show, will open the'prog'rani with his own inimitable interpretation of "Lily of Laguna."+George' Patton will' put gusto into the old favourite, "My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl," and Red Newman will do "Let Go Eliza" "I Wouldn't Leave My Little Wood- en Hut," will be presented in win- some vein by the sparkling Yvonne Miller, thereby ' concluding another snappy presentation which is claim- ing a legion of admirers across the Dominion. Book Reviews "phina'Changes," a meaty discus- sion of -modern China and its chang- ing scheme; will be reviewed on the Canadian Radio Commission feature presented by Professor J. F. Macdon- ald from the Toronto studios on Sat- urday, February 8, as '7.45 p.m. EST. This is a highly valuable work by G. J. Yorke. The reviewer ' also ,will Present interesting highlights. from "Arctic Adventure," by Peter Freuch- who lived like a native among the Esquimaux,•anci who refers hi colour- ful manner in his life with these fine people of the earth's rim. Among Other Things .. The popularity of the "Farmer Fiddlers" is not confined to Canada alone, as every mail brings letters of appreciation from all parts of the North American continent. Tlie unus- ual offerings of this talented aggre- gation have a remarkable appeal to those wlto enjoy the melodies of fifty years ago played in characteristic old-time style. Art 'flawing and the "Farmer Fiddlers" are heard each Monday at 12.00 p.m. EST, in "'Phe Old 'l'ime Frolic," from the Saska- (Continued on page 6) Grove's does the four things necessary to kill a cold quickly; opens the bowels, combats the cold germs and fever in the system, relieves the headache and "grippy" feeling, tones up rhe entire system, At all Druggists. Ask for Grove's. They're in a white box, 555