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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1937-03-11, Page 2'AGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., MARCH 11, 1937, The Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS OF SUBSORIPTION $1.50 i,m><• bear in advance, to Cana- dian addresses. $2.00 to the U.S. or 7ther. foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the option of the publish- ' er. The data to which every sub- scription.is paid is denoted on the ADVERTISING RATES — Tran- eient advertising 12c per count: line for 'first insertion. Sc for ea.ih'r sub- sequent insertion. Heading counts 2 lines, ,Small' advertisements not to exceed one inch, such as "Wanted," "Lost," "Strayed," etc., inserted- once for 35c, each subsequent insertion 15c. Rates for display advertising made known on application. Communications intended for pub- lication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be Accompanied *by the name of the writer. G. E. HALL .- Proprietor. H. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Financial, Real Estate and Fire In- z urance Agent. Representing 14 Fire Insurancg Companies. Division Court Office. Clinton Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block — Clintnn, Ont. D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Message 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 GEORGE ELLIOTT Licensed Auctioneer for the County of Huron Correspondence promptly answered Immediate arrangetpents can be made 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: President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea- -forth; Vice -President, Thomas Moy- lan,. Seaforth; Secretary -Treasurer, M. A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors—Alex. Broadfoot, Sea - forth; James Sholdlce, Walton; Wil- liam Knox, Londesbaro; Chris. Leon- hardt, Dublin; James Connolly, God- erich; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth; W. R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex. McEw- ing, Blyth; Frank McGregor, Clinton. List of Agents: W. J. Yeo, Chas- ton, lim ton, R. R. No. 3; James Watt, Blyth; John E. Pepper, Brucefield, R. R. No. 1; R. F. McKercher, Dublin, R. R. No. 1; Chas, F. Hewitt, Kincardine; R. G. Jarmuth, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1. Any money to be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth. or ' at Calvin Cutt's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica- ion to any of the above officers ad- dressed to their respective post offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director who lives nearest the scene. CANADIAN, ATIONAL.RAILWAYS TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going East, depart 7.03 a.m. Going East, depart 3.00 p.m. Going West, depart 12.02 p.m, Going West, depart 10.08 p.m. London, Huron & Bruce Going North, ar. 11.34, lve 12.02 p.m. Going South 3.08 p.m. LOST P. By ce o o r ra .� a � d � Burnett • In every : nook 'and cranny, high way which attracted attention. As he, and low,' they sought for him, be- was nearing Buckingham Palace, a lieving that'.the king himself had 'distinguished -looking, well-dressed; made him prisoner in some secret roan with clever eyes caught sight of place, or had privately had him killed, .him, and, after looking at him keen - The fury of the people grew to fren- zy.. There were new risings, and ev= ery few days the palace was attacked and searched again. But no trace of the prince was found, He had van-. ished as a star vanishes when it drops from its place in the sky. During a riot in the palace, when a last fruit- less search was made, the king him- self was killed. A powerful noble who headed one of, the uprisings made himself king in his place. From that time, the once splendid little king- dom was like a bone fought for by dogs. Its pastoral peace was forgot- ten. It was torn and worried and shaken by stronger countries. It tore and worried itself with internal fights. It assassinated kings and created new ones. No man was sure in his youth what ruler his maturity would live under, or whether his chil- dren would die in useless fights, or through stress of poverty and cruel, useless laws. There were no mote shepherds- and herdsmen who were poets, but on the mountain sides and in the valleys sometimes some of the old songs were sung. Those most be- loved were songs about a Lost Prince whose name had been Ivor. If he had been king, he would have saved Samavia, the verses said, and all brave hearts believed that he would still return. In the modern cities, one of the jocular cynical sayings was, "Yes, that will happen when Prince Ivor comes again." In his snore childish days, Marco had been bitterly,troubled by the un- solved mystery. Where had he gone —the Lost Prince? Had he been kil- led, or had he been hidden away in a dungeon! But he was so big and brave, he would have broken out of any dungeon. The boy had invented for himself a dozen endings to the BRITISH INDUSTRIES WORKING TO CAPACITY 'British industries are busy and ex- ports are showing continuous in- creases, according to P. A. Glews, European Manager of the Canadian National Railways, who is on his an- nual business visit to Canada. Not only are the engineering industries busy with re -armament contracts, but all industries are working to their limit of capacity, with the result that more persons are employed in Eng- land today than for many years past. Shipbuilding yards are working to capacity in the construbtion of mer- chant marine vessels as well as naval contracts. The result, stated Mr. Clews, is that prospects are brighter in. England than for many years. Exports have been showing steady gains week by week for the past five years and present indica- tions are that these increases may be expected to continue. At the present time London, and Britain generally, is preparing for a new tourist influx on account of the forthcoming corona- tion. Plans are being made to han- dle the largest influx of visitors the British Isles have experienced in many years. Apart entirely from impending Coronation visitors, said Mr. Clews, London and England gen- erally appear to have displaced con- tinental areas as tourist centres, with tho result that Englandland tourist t busi- ness at present might be described as "booming." The average Briton's interest in Canada is on the increase, Mr. Clews said, and it is anticipated that this interest will be heightened with the visit, during the coming summer months, of the thousands of Cana- dians who plan to witness part of the Coronation ceremonials in London. A. column of air one mile square extending from. 50 feet to 14,00,0 feet above the earth contains, on an aver- age about 25,000,000 insects., ° ly, slackened his pace as he approach- ed him from the opposite direction. An observer might have thought he saw something which puzzled and surprised him. Marco didn't see him at all, and still moved forward, think- ing of the shepherds and the prince. The well-dressed man began to walk still more slowly. When he was quite close to Marco, he stopped and spoke to him—in the Samavian language. "What is your name?" he asked. Marco's training from his earliest childhood had been an extraordinary thing. His love for his father had made it simple and natural to him, and he had never questioned the rea- sen for it As he had been taught to keep silence, he had been taught to control the expression of his face and the sound of his voice, and, above all, never to allow himself to look start- led. But for this he might have started at the extraordinary sound of the Samavian words suddenly utter- ed in a London street by an English gentleman. He might even have ans- wered the question in Samavian him- self. But he did not. He courteously lifted his cap and replied. in English: "Excuse me?" The gentleman's clever eyes scrut- inized hint keenly. Then he also spoke in English: "Perhaps you do not understand? I asked your name because you are very like a Samavian I know," he said. "I am Marco Loristan," he boy ans- wered him. The man looked straight into his eyes and smiled. "That is not the name," he said. "I beg your pardon, my boy." He was about to go on, and had indeed taken a couple of steps away, when he paused and turned to him story. again. "Did no one ever find his sword or cap -or hear anything or guess any- thing about him ever—ever—ever?" he would say restlessly again and a- gain. One winter's night, as they sat to- gether before a small fire in a cold room in a cold city in Austria, he had been so eager and asked so many searching questions, that his father gave him an answer he had never gi- ven him before, and which was a sort of ending to the story, though not a satisfying one: "Everybody guessed as you a r e guessing. A few very old shepherds in the mountains who live to believe ancient histories relate a story which most people consider a kind of legend. It is that almost a hundred years af- ter the prince was lost, an old shep- herd told a story his long -dead fath- er had confided to him in secret just before he died. The father bad said that, going out in the early morning on the mountain side, he had found in the forest what he at first thought to be the dead body of a beautiful boyish, young huntsman. Some en- emy had plainly attacked him from behind and believed he had killed him. He was, however, not quite dead, and the shepherd dragged him into a cave where he himself often took re- fuge from storms with his flocks. Since there was such riot and disor- der in the city, he was afraid to speak of what he had found; and, by the time he discovered that he was har- boring the prince, the king had al- ready been; killed and an even worse ratan had taken possession of his throne, and ruled Samavia with a blood-stained, iron hand. To the ter- rifled and simple peasant the safest thing seemed to get the wounded youth out of the country before there was any chance of his being discover- ed and murdered outright, as he would surely be. The cave in which he was hidden was not far from the frontier, and while he was still .so weak that he was hardly conscious of what befell him, he was snuggled across it in a. cart ldaded with sheep- skins, and left with some kind monk; who did notknow his rank or name. The shepherd went back to his flocks and his mountains, and lived and died among them, always in terror of the changing rulers and their savage bat- tles with each other. The mountain- eers said among themselves, as the generations succeeded each other, that the Lost Prince onust have died young, because otherwise he would have come back to his country, and tried to restore its good, bygone days," ' "Yes, " Marco he would have tome said "He would have come if he had seen that he could, help his people," Loristan answered, as if he were not 1 tin n a storywhichwas prob- ably p ably only' a kind of legend. "But he was very young, and Samavia was in the hands of the new dynasty, and filled with his enemies. He could not have crossed the frontier without an army, Still, I think he died young." It was of this story that Marco was thinking as he walked, and perhaps the thoughts that filled his mind ex- pressed themselves in his face in some "You may tell your father that you are a very well-trained lad. I wanted to find out for myself." And he went on. Marco felt that his heart beat a little quickly. This was one of sever- al incidents which had happened dur- ing the last three years, and made hint feel that he was living among things so mysterious that their very mystery hinted at danger. But he himself had never before seemed in- volved in than. Why should it natter that he was well behaved? Then he remembered something. The man had said "well-behaved," he had said "well-trained," Well-trained in what (way? IIe felt his forehead prickle I slightly as he thought of the smiling, keen look which set itself so straight ,upon hint. Had he spoken to him in I Samavian for an experiment, to see if , he would be startled into forgetting that he had been trained to seem to know only the language of the coma - !try he was temporarily living in? But the had not forgotten. He had re - 1 membered well, and was thankful that he had betrayed nothing, "Even exiles may be Samavian soldiers, I am one. You must be one," his fath- er had said on that day long ago when he had made him take his oath. Perhaps remembering his training was being a soldier. Never had Sam- avia needed help as she needed it to- day. Two years before, a rival claim- ant to the throne had assassinated the then reigning king and his sons, and since then, bloody war and tu- mult had raged. The new king was a powerful man, and had a great fol- lowing of the worst and most self- seeking of the people. 'Neighboring countries had interfered for their own welfare's sake, and the newspapers had been full of stories of savage fighting and atrocities, and of starv- ing peasants. Marco had late one evening entered their lodgings to find Loristan walk- ing to and fro like a lion in a cage, a paper crushed and torn in his hands, and his eyes blazing. He had been reading of cruelties wrought up- on innocent peasants and women and children. Lazarus was standing star- ing at him with huge tears running down his cheeks. When Marco open- ed the door, the old soldier strode ov- 1 er to him, turned hire about, and led him out of the room, ' "Pardon, sir, pardon!" he sobbed. "No one trust see him, not even you, He suffers too horribly." - He stood by a chair in' Marco's own small bedroom, where he half pushed half led him. He bent his grizzled head, and wept like a beaten child. "Dear God of those who are in pain, assuredly it is now the time to give back to us our Lost Prince!" he said, and Marco knew the .words were a prayer, and wondered at the fren- zied intensity of it, because it seem- ed so wild a thing to pray for the re- turn of a youth who had died five hundred years before. When he reached the palace, he was still thinking of the man who had spoken to him. He was thinking of 5 him even as he looked at the majestic gray stone building and counted the number' of its stories and windows. He walked round it that he Might make a note in his memory of its size and form pand' its entrances, and guess at the size of its gardens. This he did because: it was part of his game, and part of his strange train- ing. When he came back to the front, he saw that in the great •entrance court within the high iron railings an elegant but (Wet -looking closed car- riage was drawing up before the door- way. _Marco stood and watched with interest to see who would come out and enter it. He knew that kings and emperors who were not on pa- rade looked merely like well-dressed private gentlemen, and often chose to go out as simply and quietly as other men. So he thought that, per- haps, if he waited, he might see one of those well-known faces which re- present the highest rank and power in a monarchial country and which in times gone by had also represented the power over human life and death -and liberty. "I should like to be able to tell my father that I have seen the King and know his face, and 1 know the faces of the czar and the two emperors," There was a little movement among the tall men -servants in the royal scarlet liveries, and an elderly man descended the steps attended by an- other who walked behind him. He entered the carriage, the other man followed him, the door was closed, and the carriage drove through the en- trance gates, where the sentries sa- luted. Marco was near enough to see dis- tinctly. The two men were talking as if interested. The face of the one farthest from him was the face he had often seen in shop -windows and newspapers. The boy trade his quick, formal salute. It was the King; and, as he smiled and acknowledged his greeting, he spoke to his companion. "That fine lad salutes as if he be- longed to the army," was what he said, though Marco could riot hear hint. His companion leaned forward to look through the window. When he caught sight of ,Marco a singular ,expression crossed his face, "He does belong to an army, sir," he answered, "though he does not know it. His name is Marco Loris - tan," Then Marco saw him plainly for the first time. He was the man with the keen eyes who had spoken to him in Samavian. WHAT OTHER NEWSPAPERS ARE SAYING 54 YEARS "SERVICE H. J. Pettepiece, the veteran editor of the Forest Free Press, became' owner of that paper just fifty-four stacked together as if they were rif- les. One of the first things that Mar- co 'noticed was that he had a sa-' vage little face marked with lines as if he had been angry all his life. "Hold your ,tongues, you fools!" he shrilled out to some boys who in- terrupted him. "Don't you want to know anything, you ignorant swine?" He was ill -dressed as the rest of them, but he did not speak in the Cockney dialect. If he was of the ri£raff of the streets, as his compan- ions were, he was somehow different. Then he, by chance, • saw Marco, who was standing in the arched end of the passage.' "What are you' doing there listen- ing?" he shouted, and at once stoop- ed to pick up a stone and threw it at him. The stone hit Marco's shoulder, but it did not hurt him much. What he did not Iike was that another lad should want. to throw something at him before' they had even exchanged boysigns. He also did not like the fact that two other boys promptly took the matter up by bending down to pick up stones also. He walked forward straight into the group and stopped close to the hunchback. "What did you do that for?" he asked, in his rather deep young voice., He was big and strong -looking e- nough to suggest that he was not a boy it would be easy to dispose of, but it was not that which made the group stand still a moment to stare at him. It was something in himself —half of it a kind of impartial lack of anything like irritation at the stone -throwing. It was as if it had not nattered to him in the least. It had not made him feel angry or in- sulted. He was only rather curious about it. Because he was clean, and his hair and his shabby clothes were brushed, the first impression given by his appearance as he stood in the, archway was that he was a young "toff" poking his nose where it was not wanted; but, as he drew near, they saw that the well -brushed clothes were worn, and there were patches on his shoes. "What did you do that for?" he asked, and he asked it merely as if -he wanted to find out the reason. "I'm not going to have you swells dropping in to my club as if it was your own," said the hunchback. "I'm not a swell, and I didn't know it was a club," Marco answered. "I heard boys, and I thought I'd come and look. When I heard you reading about Samavia. I wanted to hear." CHAPTER IV The Rat Marco would have wondered very inueh if he had heard the words, but, 'as he did not hear them, he turned toward home wondering at something else. A man who was in intimate at- tendance on a king must be a person of importance. He no doubt knew many things not only of his own ruler's country, but of the countries l of other kings. But so few had real- ly known anything of poor little Sa- mavia until the newspapers had be- gun to tell them of the horrors of its war—and who but a Samavian could speak its language? It would be an interesting thing to tell his father— that a man who knew the king had 'spoken to him in Samavian, and had sent that curious message. Later he found himself passing a side street and looked up it. It was so narrow, and on either side of it were such old, tall, and sloping -walled houses that it attracted his attention. It looked as if a bit of old London had been left to stand while newer places grew up and hid it from view. This was the kind of street he liked to pass through for curiosity's sake. er inthe old Heknew man of them y quarters of many cities. He had lived M some of them. He could find his way home from the other end of it, Another thing than its queerness at- tracted him. He heard a clamor of boy's voices, and he wanted to see what they were doing. Sometimes, when he had reached a new place and had had that lonely feeling, he had followed some boyish clamor of play or wrangling, and had found a tem- porary friend or so.. Half -way to the street's end there was an arched brick passage. - The sound of the voices came from there —one of them high, and thinner and shriller than the rest. Marco tramp- ed up to the arch and looked down through the passage. It opened on to a gray flagged space, shut in by the railings of a black, deserted, and an- cient graveyard behind a venerable church which turned its face toward some other street. The boys were not heir to one of h playing, but listening number who was reading to them' from a newspaper. Marco walked down the passage and listened also, standing in the dark arched outlet at its end and watching the `boy who read. He was a strange little creature with a big forehead, and deep eyes which were curiously sharp. But this. was not all. He had a hunch back, his legs seemed small and crooked. He sat with them cros- sed before him on a rough wooden platform set on low wheels, on which he evidently pushed himself about. Near' him were' a number of sticks years ago 'is month. The Free Press was at that ,time printed by hand on the press- that had been used by William Lyon MacKenzie, fiery Toronto editor who led the Rebellion of 1037. It is still used in the office as . proof press. Mr. Pettepiece has had a creditable career. For some years he served his constituency in the Ontario Legislature where he was an active figure. He is still going strong with the editorial pen. —St. Marys. Journal -Argus. (Continued next week). PERSONALITY We hear a great deal of talk about personality. It is personality that really counts, we are told. Let us see. You have a critical surgical op- eration to be performed. Do you seek for personality in your surgeon? or do you seek for surgical skill and the moral character that compels him to use his skill to good purpose? If you're sure that he lacks these essen- tials you don't want him. You want to buy a suit of dotes. Do you go to the dealer with personality, or to the man who is trustworthy and who delivers the goods? We have known some of those people Iong on person- ality and cunning, but short on the goods and character, but we did not know them long, for they did not last long. Character and brains have in them good wearing qualities. Ask your banker about this. Then take a good look over the folk you have known and draw conclusions. —Exeter Times -Advocate. NATURE'S RESOURCES Really there has been a decided re- vival in the interests of conserving' natural resources. , 7.''he, plowing' un- der of buffalo grasses in the. Western. States has resulted in dust storms that dimmed the sunlight over a large portion of that nation. The denuding of forests and intensive agriculture has spoiled nature's plan for the re- taining and disposal of water and de- vastating floods ane droughts havo occurred in the States and in Canada. Erosion is another factor and i s coming to the front as rainfalls speed tons and tons of fertile soil toward the sea. In some European countries the soil alone belongs to the landowner, min- eral deposits below belong to the gov- ernment, and in others you must get permission to cut down a tree, even if that tree grows on your soil. These drastic conditions do not apply here. We feel certain that natural resour- ces will be replaced as soon as pos- sible. Trees will be planted and grown, land taken out of cultivation tempor- arily and other things done to pre- serve what we have for prosperity. Man has learned his lesson and will make corrections. —The Listowel Banner. Couldn't Fool Him A boy from the town was passing through a hay field with a country friend. "What are those funny things?" he asked the country boy, pointing to hayricks. "Oh, that's hay," replied the friend "Pull my other leg," shouted the city youth. "Hay doesn't grow in lumps like that" READ ALL THE ADS. IN THE NEWS -RECORD ‘idaeelea GO; any time Thursday, March 25th until 2.00 p.m. Monday, March 19th. RETURN: leave destination up to midnight Tuesday, March 30th, 1937. • lama.,eVi°g) 1,!15 Tr this weekend Toarkevdhomee oa f w sway with Mends. For fares antifurther information apply to Railway Ticket Agents Ttsst CANADIAN NATIONAL as Advertisements are a wide to value Experts can roughly estimate the value of a product by' looking at it. More accurately, by handling and examining it. Its appear- ance, its texture, the "feel" and the balance of it all mean some- thing to their trained eyes and fingers, * But ma one person oan be an expert on steel, brass, wood, lea- ther, foodstuffs, fabrics, and all of the materials that make up a list of personal purchases. And even experts are fooled, sometimes, by concealed flaws and imperfections. There is a surer index of value than the senses of sight and touch —knowledge of the maker's name and for what it stands. Here is the most certain method, except that of actual use, for judging the value of any manufactured goods. Here is the only guarantee against careless workmanship, or the use of shoddymaterials. `a This is one important reason why it pays to, read advertise- ments and to buy advertised goods. The product that is advertised is worthy of your confidence. Merchandise must be good or it could not be consistently advertised. 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