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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-02-13, Page 2PAGE 2' THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., FEB. 13 1936 The Clinton News -Record, With which is Incorporated THE. NEW ERA TERMS . OF SUBSCRIPTION X1.,r0 per yearin eea • advance, to,'Cana- dian , addresses, 62.00 'to the U.S. or other foreign countries. No paper discontinued until 'all arrears are paid. rtnless at the option of the publish- er. The date to which every sub- ecription is paid is denoted on the label. . ADVERTISING RATES -- Tran- sient advertising 12c per count line for first insertion. 8c for each sub- sequent insertion. Heading counts lines. Small advertisements not to exceed one' inch, such as "Welded," "Lost," "Strayed," etc., inserted once for 35c, each subsequent insertion 15e. Rates for display advertising made known en application. Communications intended for pub- lication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied, by the name of the writer. ,G. E. HALL, Nf. P. CLARK, Proprietor. Editor. H. T. 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Parties desiring to effect, insur- .anee or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica ion to any of the above officers ad- -dressed to their respective post offt •oces, Losses inspected by the director -who.lives nearest the Beene, CANADIAN NAT ONA Al WAYS PROLOGUE TO LOVE-: By Martha Ostenso' • SYNOPSIS Antunm Dean's destiny was sealed 'n a moment of moon-lit`=magic. Lpoking into Bruce Landor's' level' eyes,she knew that she • loved Min. But love between these two was, it seemed, a forbidden; thing -a heri- tage from her mother, Millicent O- dell . . 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- ful Cascades. To this region of great sheep ranches, Autumn Dean returns from het' schooling among the Continental smart set, to find herself inescapably faced with a fate- fulsecret and a conquering love. After she and Bruce Landor had dee "Is theresomeone eise?," he asked after a long silence.' She look directly at him. "Let's not be so solemn, Florian," she pleaded. "Didn't I hear you say something once about—contempt of life?" "Yon did," he said laconically,' "and I meant—just that!" He seized her suddenly and kissed her, then held her close while he smiled down Into her eyes. She looked at him with cool re- flectiveness for a moment; then drew away from him and turned toward the house. "I think we had better go back, she said quietly,, He followed her, and in a moment she began humming a little tune. "Some day," he said, taking her arm as he came beside her, "you'll elated their love to each other she not treat a kiss from the to lightly, you cold Little devil." learns that her father felt that he "Perhaps," she said with a short laugh. "But in the *meantime, dar- ling, let's play together, if yon have nothing else to do. It's so much more fun." was the murderer of Bruce Landol'.s father, though his death is supposed to 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 Landor. This knowledge casts a gloom over Autumn's , horizon and tor the time, at least, renders her ,desperate, TIME TABLE ,•rains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: !Buffalo and Goderieh Div. Going East, depart 7.08 a.m. Going East, depart t 3.00 p.m.. Going West, depart 11.50 a.ns. Going West, depart 10.08 p.m. London; Huron & Bruce Going North, ar. 11.34. ive. 11,54 amt. Going South 3.08 p.m. e The Agricultural 'Economic Branch mfthe Dominion Department of Agri- culture, in co-operation with the Dairy Branch, has completed the field' work for a study of consumer demand for. 'milk ' and cheese in, Quebec City, 'Oshawa, Ontario, and . Calgary, Al- berta. Approximately 3,000 records have been obtained. In Quebec City, the Rural Economics Service Assist - ed in securing the information from •-eonsumenfs. The third .official' estimate . of 'Canadian wheat production. in 1935 is 277;330,000 bushels. -3,368,000 bushels inose'than the second estimate made in November. The latest; estimate is 1,490,000 bushels here than Canada's ,production of -whea, in 1934. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY He disappeared through the door- way as he spoke and Timothy took p the conversation as he poured a cocktail and seated himself. "\Vela, I've laid a substantial bet against your chances in• the game to - :sorrow, Florian," he said, "Alex I've got to be on the job." Linda shrugged impatiently as they stepped out upon the shadowy porch. "The gods are a ,stingy crew," she said. They sat together on the porch swing aiid sipped their drinks. Bruce did his utmost to contain his impa- tience and contribute n civil share of conversation, but in spite of himself he found i his eyes roving anxiously -toward the lighted hallway, He paid no heed to the two or three other 'cou CHAPTER XIII Bruce Landor drew his car up be-. side a score of others that"were park- ed on the graveled roadway at the rearr of the Parr house and stood for a moment listening to the sounds of revelry that issued from that great lighted mansion on the bluff. He smil- ed to himself, wondering how Au- tumn , would be getting along with Florian's delightful pack of hoodlums. Florian would undoubtedly be in fine fettle himself, ,Bruce thought, after Campbell seems to think you ought his team's victory in Kelowna that :o win." afternoon. Bruce was sorry he had "Alex is a wise bird," Florian re- missed the game, but he had heard torted, `. "We ought to nick thorn for about it on his way thee -ugh' town. i margin of three goals, at least ". It was of Autumn herself, however, "Not with young Hutchinson back, as some one entirely apart from the In the line-up," Timothy argued. others, that he was thinking with a Hell ride you into the ground." I quickened heart-beat as be mounted "You haven`t a chance, Florian," the tseps of the Parr portico, hat in Anda put in, "I have two bets out hand, the cool night wind blowing against you." I gently. across his hair. A half dozen "Keep it up, you bounders!" Flor- Jinn figures were louden among the an laughed. He leaned toward Au- to on the porch as he'stepped tunun, "It's a rule of the house. to the door where he stood for a mo - They bet against ane to keep the luck luent and listened to the bubble of on our side." I voices from within. A:ututnn looked at Timothy and "Oh—Bruce!" a voice called from gave him a supercilious smile in re- a corner of the porch. turn for the challenge in his eyes. Linda came gliding swiftly toward "I'd like to put ten dollars on Flor-I hire out of the shadows and slipped a within 1i arm.. „ hand r n hm us , 'e t- n money," she stn s 'an's team, even i 0 }, suggest - "Hello, , ed. "Hello, Lm!' he greeted her. "O.K.!" he said. "I don't know any "Are you passing inc up on Aur- one whose money I'd rather. taste." pose?" she reproached hint. Autumn listened while the talar een- He looked down at her and smiled on the fine points of -tate game, enigmatically. "Not likely. I didn't and strove to be attentive to it. Pre- gee you. How's the little git'1 friend?" scuta, a Japanese, whose face was an he asked, patting the hand that lay oblignely discreet mask, appeared in ,In his arm. "You're looking. lovely ;he doorway and announced dinner, as ever." �; They got up'at once and made their She shrugged her shoulders. I M vay to the dining room. Florian topping! Bored to death, though taking possession of Autumn as they patrol this minute. I've been watching sntered the house. The sun had al?eady set when they left the table and drifted out again to lounge about the'porch. Florian took Autumn's arm and led fear down the crude stone steps into the sunken garden, which was a for- gotten wilderness of flowers and fern and' tangled , brambles. Here were meadow rue, moss pink, forget -ole- coat and Linda slipped her hand a - not and roses, tall bine steeples of 'gain into the crook of his elbow ,and delphinium, and white fountains of drew it close to her. "It was sweet for you all evening. Come'on in. The ei'owd is down in the billiard room playing roulette." "Who is here?" he 'asked as they entered the house.' "The salve old disgusting crowd," she told him, "Everybody trying to work up the usual Saturday • night jag." • A servant took Bruce's hat and top - spires. Autumn involuntarily drew her breath at the tumbled beauty of the garden. At the extreme end' of it a spring trickled over mossy stones anti formed a honey -colored pool in cd a kbit, hurried. He straightened the early twilight. • his tie with an anticipatory excite - They stood together looking down inept rte had not felt since he was a into the pool. Autumn stared at their boy, Somehow, quite unreasonably, reflected images and thought bleakly he knew, he had expected Autumn to that if she had not stet Bruce she be the first to greet him on his arriv- might be happy now, in that careless, al, untouched way that she had been be- : "Let's have a drink together," Lin- fore. Florian was amusing, attrac da, suggested, "I've been waiting for tive, companionable, in spite of his 'you to share my first one of the even overbearing confidence, which seemed hie to be characteristic of the Parrs. She Ire -smiled at Linda in assent, and moved restlessly, irked by her own together they went to the butler's heavy mood. pantry which was used by the family Why had she; and Bruce come to as a bar. Bruce paused on ,the gather again? And why had some threshold and looked over the small cnischievousalchemy transmuted group of young people who were in them from their own independent sel- tate•pantry, ves into two beings, each incomplete "Hello,-Lanclor!" called one of Fier- she,without the other? That was what .tan's friends, and three or four oth- rfeit now, she thought wanly ers set up a chorus, of greetings. incompleteness. That was what she "Well, if it isn't the big wool and would always '11eel whenever she mutton man all the way from Cherry thought of Bruce Landor. But that Creeks" would never clo! She must put that "Hello, everybody!" Bruce grinned, one brief, unforgettable hour behind "Step up, Landor, and get close to her forever, that hour she had spent the source of supply," another fault alone with Bruce in the cabin. ed, and Linde drew him beside her Florian had been talking -idly and and waited while two glasses' were she. made a gallant effort now to lis- filed, ' ten to hint. She owed him that, at A red-faced youth and a corn -color - least, since he was ,to serve a peculiar ed blonde girl were perched side by purpose now in her struggle to for- nide on the "bar," swaying to and fro get her love for ,Bruce. and singing a hilarious and not quite "You've made a' great hit with'.the proper song that i'vas a legacy from faaitily, Autumn," he told her. "Which the war to all such gathering's. • is all to the merry, what?" "Let's get out of here," Linda said "What?" she bantered. • ,as soon as they had received their He frowned at her,' "Are you nev- glasses. er going to be serious with me?" he ` She drew'him away and started kgruffly. askedfor the etch .' P With an carnestnes's that surprised "Don't you think we'd better 'join even herself, she laid her hand on his the crowd. in the billiard room?" he arm- "Ii'e you want me to pretend ventured. that I'nr' serious?" she asked hon. "And lost you for sthe rest of the "Hell!' I'd rather have that than evening?" she retorted. . "Not much! I'm going to hang on till I'm helpless, Are you going to put up with us for the night?" "Impossible, I'an afraid," re replied "Mother is mutat better„ and I 'have i , good nurse for ,her anyway,, .. but of you to come." she said. "How've you been?" "Fine, thanks," . he replied, and realized at once that his voice sound - pies who were near diem on the porch, or to their confused talk and laughter., Linda roved close to him and pres- sed her shoulder under his arm. Her naive boldness was familiar to him now, and he was scarcely aware of her nearness in his own preoccupa- tion, "4nyhow, it was sweet of you to conte all the way down so that I could have an hour with you," she mur- mured. "I'm sorry. I didn't get down for the, game," Bruce returned in 'a mat- ter-of-fact tone. "I hear Florian gave a good account' of himself." "He played the game mf his life," Linda said. "I think it was because Autumn laid a bet on hiin against Timothy. Poor Florian has taken an awful tumble for Autumn." Bruee smiled to himself. "Ser- ious?" he asked. "The most serious thing in his young life. 'He's potty!"' "Florian has been potty before,''' Bruce observed. "I believe it's the real thing this Line, though. Waren the Parrs fall, they fall hard, darling." She paused, but Bruce did not offer a reply. "I think she likes him, too. They hit off 'together bea'utifully." It was not jealously, Bruce told himself, that smote him as he sat there in the darkness beside Linda. Autumn had conte to him of her own volition only two nights ago. He had awakened the following morning when the first sheaf ' of dawn was reddening the sky, and had lain for a minute or two staring out at that first, most incredible and most wonderful sunrise of his life. It had seemed to him just that—the first dawn of his tieing, He had gazed out into that rosy light and thought of Autumn lying sweetly a- sleep within the very heart of that beauty. in -the east, Autumn—infin- itely desirable, infinitely. lovely. It had seemed to him then, indeed, that the universe haci never been tenant- ed before, and that now it contain- ed only Autumn and himself, and the rhapsody of their love. said, and she turned.with a curious abruptness and stretched her hand out to him in a hoydenish gesture. Her smile was something entirely alien to him, and she did not speak. Bruce held her fingers firmly for a moment and looked into her face,. his amazement' and perplexity freez- ing 'into incredulous pain. For an instant she stared at him, her eyes 'wide and brilliant and vacant, as thdugh she actually, did not recognize hint: Then, withdrawing her hand quickly, she turned away from hila, and began humming a bar or two of the jazz melody that carne from'$he radio in the adjoining. room, her arms curved above her head, her body executing a slow,sinuous move- ment. Bruce was suddenly possessed, of. an impulse to lay hold ,of her and carry her bodily out of the -room. But at that moment Linda placed herself directly. before him and began to tug at his lapel's. "Snap out, of it, Bruce Landor!" she'said. "What's wrong with you?" He looked distractedly down at the subtle smile of Linda's crimson -lips. "Nothing's wrong, Lin," he replied, "Let's go into the other room and dance," she invited, "How about taking a crack at the wheel now that we're here?" he said equably. "Dance later." With a little more ,of disappoint- ment which he chose to ignore, Lin- da pressed forward to 'tate side of the table and looked on while Bruce bought a pile of chips and waited for the nest flip of the ivory ball. When Timothy reached for the spindles a- -gain,. Bruce placed three chips 'on squares and offered a handful to Lin- da. "Pin not lucky," she demurred. ' He turned again to the table and waited for the ball to drop into the slot, While he waited he noticed a short, plump man who had had too much to drink pushing his way to the edge of the table beside Autumn. He could not help 'seeing .that Au- tutnn's hands were clenched on the table edge. Florian stepped between her and the boisterous guest and the game went on. Autumn stood on a gilt chair be- side the crowded table and tossed chips on thirteen and black. She knew that she swayed occasionally. Florian, standing below her, sup- ported iter wiht an arm about her slender drips, Now and then she raft her fingers through his hair and Florian turned his face up to hers wititan intense and meaningful look. She lost again on thirteen and rt e 'u. Ftorian is r 11never believe I peeled out laughter black, and as her Lander she ,looked up to see Bruce L a standing beside the table, his arms folded, his eyes toward the broad French windows that stood open on the other side of the room, Within her a dull voice repeated over and over again, "I must not see hint I must not see hint!" Ile turn- ed his stead slowly toward her now, love until I toe it with n 11 y OWn eyes," he said. He harbored a warm feeling almost of pity for Florian as he thought of hint. "You'll see it to -night, then," Lin- da assured Mtn, "though you won't believe it, even then. 'You're blind, my dear, quite blind." "I think I know the signs," he declared. Soft dance music began drifting out to them now from the radio in the drawing room, and presently the couples seated about the portico dis- appeared within 'doors. Linda and Bruce were left alone. She turned her face impulsively up to him; and he was shaken out of his abstraction by the imploring look in her eyes. • "You don't know the sighs," she whispered, cot' you etiuldn't be so cruel to Md." - t "Cruel?" he asked, "Cruel—because you are sd she said, and her voice seemed to nim to be almost a stifled sob. Bruce flushed. ` "Good Lord, Lin!" he protested. "You can't blame' me for being kind to you. I'm awfully fond of you, girl." "Fond — " :she said wistfully. "That's it—damped fond!" He Iaughed awkwardly and stood up, lifting her to her feet. "Yes, I tune -damned fond of you, Lin.` Come on—let's go in and pick up Florian." "I'd rather have another drink," she told him, • ' "Nothing more for one,"' Bruce answered as 'he took her arm and started into the house. In the doorway to the billiard room. Bruce stood for a moment and looked eagerly over the crowd. Ini tate middle of the room a roulette wheel had been set out upon the bil- 1 and table, and Timothy Parr was acting a croupier for the evening. The crowd about the table was close- ly knit,,their eyee intent upon the little ivory ball. Above the hum of voices could be heard, the snapping of chips and 'the staccato ,clink of the ball as it struck the fins, A thin blue cloud of smoke filled the room. Autumn, in a diaphanous silver dress, was . perched on the edge of the table,. with Florian standing be- side her. 'In a moment she lifted her eyes and looked at Bruce. Ile waved to her, but her response was a fleet- ing smile that was bland and expres- sionless. Then she withdrew her eyes and turned to watch the genie as Timothy set the ball spinning- once more. Bruce; experienced a tightening sensation about .his heart, and for a lAutumn second was unab,e to move. had seen him—there could be, no doubt of that. Hilt something in her manner told lion that she was not'as he had expected to find her. Or could he be mistaken? He moved to- ward the table directly, and Flor, 'an looked up and hailed him, Linda beside hint, he stepped to theside of the stable and shook hands with Floir- an. Here's Bruce;' Autumn," Pierian nothing," he replied. • "You are more easily'satisfied than [ am, darling,"- she said lightly, He stooped and tossed a stone into middle of the pool. 'The water rippled outward like a sunburst his mouth drawn up; in a quizzical smile .so that the deep furrow ap- peased in his cheek.' That furrow his lean brown cheeks, which must have been a dimple when he -wasa ' child, she had kissed. his cheek just there, in an infinite tenderness, only two nights ago, She felt a terrible vertigo all through her being, a sud- den collapse of all her defences. The feeling lasted for only a moment, however. When he looked at her a- gain she was able to smile with a hand,, vivid carelessness. And then .the short plump man lurched toward her, lost his 'balance, and fell heavily against the chair on which she was standing, clutching Florian in a despdrate attempt to right himself. It seemed that before she had reaeohd the floor, Bruce was there, had caught her up arid was carrying her out. of the confusion through the open French doors and into the sunken garden, • She beat against his breast and sobbed frantically for release. When he put her 'down at last behind a hedge of honeysuckle,. Ise was breath- ing heavily. She backed. away from hien as though to turn and run, but he snatched her hand and pulled her back roughly to hint, placing her a- gainst, the hedge so that she was "What' sort of game are you play- ing; Autumn?" he 'demanded. The silver sheath of . her dress seemed to quiver in the starlight. But she stood erect before him, her head flung back,'. her eyes blazing into his. "I'ns playing—no gaine '. she pant- ed. "Let me go back" He eyed her coldly. "Either you are playing a game to -night --os you were playing one night before last,' he told her. Her lips quivered over her clenched teeth. "You can judge for yourself,' she replied. He stepped toward her and seized her wrist. "Do you—mean that?" he asked. She released her wrist with a viol- ent jerk. "Don't touch ane — don't touch mei" .she cried and shiaitk from him. Her voice was a shrill whimper, not loud, not the voice of one utterly be- yond control, An incomprehensible hang smote Bruce, a pang of pity, of complete bewilderment. "Autumns," he said, "what's behind all this? .I have a right to know." "Bight?" Her laughter was almost a sob. She crossed her arms over the shimmering' bodice of her gown, and ,her hands clutched spasmodical- ly at her smooth, 'qualing shoulders. :Beneath her arms he could see the Vehement rise and Tall of her breast. IIer russet hair fell back from her forehead, and her•eyes were so -dilat- ed as they flared ,into. his face' that she had the look ofa person blind.. I•le drew back from her. ",Yost. are not . yourself, rrntunin," he :said calmly.. "I was not myfelf''the other bight," if that's what you mean," she re- plied, "You see me tonight as I really am — as I intend to be from now on. Ask, your mother what I am—she. knows what's in the blood,". She trade to pass him and he step- ped slowly aside. "As you will," he saki quietly.. He &toed in the darkness and watched her as she walked toward the house, When she had gone in, he made his way around to the front . of the house and entered by way of the portico. In tate hall he met Linda, "Let's dance,'. Lin," he said, before she could speak to him. "Or do we hunt up that other drinit?" She looked up at him and smiled slowly. "I believe your corning out of your trance," she said, and drew him with her toward the butler's pantry. (Continued next week) CHINESE MAKE SHOES .FROM OLD AUTO TIRES Many a Chinese farmer and coolie walks around in shoes the soles of which have coveted many miles before they were worn by ]tint. Old automo- bile tires that have been discarded are imported from Los Angeles and San Francisco, and, on arrival in China, coolie labour makes a very cheap type of shoe sole from the walls of the tires. Heavy truck and bus tires are not suitable for this trade. 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