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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1934-09-06, Page 2!RAGE 2 ,Clinton News -Record With which is Incorpoaated THE NEW ERA (.aeras of Subscription — S1.50 per° year in advance, to Canadian ad- dresses $2,00, to the ES. or oth tr foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the aption of the. publisher. The date to which every subscription is paid •is denoted on the label. knolvertis1ng Rates—Transient adver- tising 12c per count line for first insertion. Sc'' far each subsequent insertion. Heading counts 2 linea. Sinai' advertisements, not to ex- eeed one inch, such as "Wanted", "Lost," "Strayed," ,eta, inserted Donee for 35c, eaeh subsequent in sertion 150. Rates for display ads vertfsing made known on applies- tiap. Communications intended for pub - Cation mast, as a guarantee of good b.ith, be accompanied by the name mf the writsr. 9i. B. HALL, M. R. !LARK, Proprietor. Editor. 11. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Pinaneial, Real Estate and Fire in- enrance Agent. Representing 14 Fire dnsurance Companies. ' 'Division Court Office. Clinton. Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. Barrister. Solicitor, Notary Public Successcar to W. Brydono, R.C. Clean Block -- Clinton, Oat, DR. FRED G. THOMPSON Office and Residence: Ontario Street — Clinton, Due door went of Angligan Church. Phone 172 eyes Examined and Glasses Fitted DR. IL A. McINTYRE DENTIST .Office over Canadian National Express, Clinton, Ont. Phone, Office, 21; House, 84. THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD • ACNES LONISE v. PROVOST SYNOPSIS Three weeks after a cream colored roadster ,had been found wrecked in the sea at the foot of a cliff, a ,girl calling herself Anne Cushing appears at the desert town Marston. She has bought, sight unseen, a ranch located thirty miles away. Barry Duane, her nearest neighbor and his man Boone Pettry procure a reliable woman for her and in Barry's car loaded down with supplies, they start across the desert. In Marston her reticence has aroused suspicion. Barry and Anne become more than neighbors, and when Anne is lost in the hills and rescued by Barry, each realizes that something more than friendship ex. fists between them. After a hasty Wedding they go East to Barry's home. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY DR. F. A. AXON Dentist Graduate of C.O.D.S., Chicago and R.C.D.S., Toronto, Grown and plate work a specialty. M hone 185, Clinton, Ont. 19-4-34. precious gossip as that?" The mo- ment of pleading was gone. For the first time Mrs. Duanewas afraid of the thing she had done. "I overheard it," .she said with dig- nity. "The very way- it was said showed that it was common gossip." "Wino said it?" His eyes were blazing, "Flow should I know?, Itis enough that it could be said at ill." Ile did not answer immediately. "I suppose it impossible to es- cape the malice of other women's. tongues." ' "It is useless to argue with you. But I know what I have heard and what I have seen tonight. Once more, Barry, will you come and see for yourself. "I will not." Mrs. Duane went stiffly back to the door. OD' "You are your own master. and I "Certainly, if you wish." Mrs. Du- am only your mother, pushed aside ane agreed politely. "Thank you for for a woman you scarcely know. But the book, my dear. As for your driv- the time will come when your 'eyes ing, I am sure that it is better than will be opened. And you will regret having no one with you but that new this night as long as you live." chauffeur. I don't like his looks, Cleo" "Oh, 1know Kennedy looks wicked. I think he isn't used to this kind of work, and taking orders from women makes him sulky. I think he'll soon be settled down, for he seems to be very much interested in one of your maids. I'm sure I caught sight of him waiting outside when I came to- night." "I must look into that," Mrs. Du- ane's voice was edged. "What's the use? They'll only deny it." Oleo shrugged lazily. "Dear fine. I believe we're going to see the clandestine meeting. How exciting!" Down the shadowed path a girl's figure moved quickly. She skirted the far end of the garden and went with slower steps toward the hedge. 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 GEORGE ELLIOTT .Licensed Auctioneer for the County of Huron .Correspondence pramptly answered. Immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Date at The Dews -Record, Clinton, or by calling phone 203. • Charges Moderate , and Satisfaction. Guaranteed. DOUGLAS R. NAIRN Barrister, Solicitor and Notary Public ISAAC STREET, CLINTON Office Hours: Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays—,10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Phone 115 344. THURS., SEPT. 6, 1934 I think I'd go mad if you ever let me down." She tried not to shiver, quaking a little at the narrowness of escape. Luck had been kind to Cleo. Mrs. Duane, outraged and bitter, would go straight to Barry with her story. Cleo felt brightly contented as she snug- gled down behind the wheel. The driveway wound toward the end of the grounds in a double curve. The lights of the roadster swung a= hound and picked up' two startled fig- ures, hastily backing out of their flar- ing range. One of them was Bertha. "Alibi!" Cleo said under her breath. "Damn!" For several minutes after his moth- er left him Barry paced gloomily up and down the library. The whole thing was sickening, and that his mother should have been the one to bring this precious story to him had left him worried and depressed. Why were women so hard on each. other? Even his mother... . The trouble probably was that rancorous gossip. He flushed darkly at the recollection. So Nancy's name was being bandied about like that? A whispering devil of suspicion slyly jogged hiselbowd thrust out The edge was lower at that end of the garden. On the other side of it a man nodded slightly and sauntered along toward the rear gate. The girl in' the garden followed hint. Cleo was on her feet, breathing ap- ologies. "Oh, Mrs. Duane, please forgive ire, I didn't dream -I didn't mean to intrude like this. FE never forgive myself ... I'll go now." "My dear Cleo, you have not in- truded in the least. I shall speak to Bertha, of course." Greyfaced in the darkness, Mrs. Duane held her head high. No one, not even Cleo Pendleton, should be allowed to diseues this shameful thing with her. Cleo grimaced . slightly, unseen. The lights flashed on. But after Cleo had gone she plunged the room into darkness again and stood rigidly un- yielding. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers: • President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea- ;forth; Vice -President, James Con+ .Holly, Goderich; secretary -treasur- er, Mq A. Reid, Seaforth. Directors: Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth, R. R. No. 3; James Bholdiee, Walton; Wm. Knox, Londesboro; Geo. Leonhardt, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1; John Pepper, Brucefield; James Connolly, Gode- rich; Robert Ferris, Blyth; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth, R. R. No. 5; Wm. .R. Archibald, Seaforth, R. R. No. 4. Agents: W. J. Yeo, R.R. No. 9, 'Clinton;. Jahn 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, ler at Calvin 'rtt's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- cone or transact other •business will ,be promptly attended to on appiie . 'tion to any of the above officers, Addressed to their respective post ot- '•ticee. Leases inspected by the direo- =tor who lives nearest the scene. CANII IANi NAT O AL '' blic AYS It was close to midnight when Ken- nedy strolled back to that smaller chateau which housed the Pendleton fleet of cars and. their attendants, and .he was met by a message that Miss Cleo wanted to see 'him. Ken- nedy was half sulky about it. Some deviltry, or he missed his guess. Cleo received him in the Chinese room: "I'm thinking of getting a new car, Kennedy. Do you know anything a- bout racing ears "A. little," Kennedy's eyes nar- rowed slightly. • He hesitated, and the desire to show that he had not always been at an employer's beck and all was too much for him. "I know their points pretty well," he added care- lessly. "I've driven my own now and then." "Really?" Cleo smiled encouraging-, ly. "That was 'before you—er—gave up the Forty -Ninth . Street house, wasn't it?" f the an was nus All the lines of Kennedy's face of te way. sharpened. Be could easily settle this. All he „About time," he said briefly. needed to do was to go upstairs and "About bout that been e," he said up my ry. look in at Nancy. He smiled to him- e - self and swung quickly toward the stairs. Barry let himself in quietly. ` Anne was not there. He turned toward the door blind- ly. There was the slight sound of its opening, Anne stood there, star- ing at him. "Oh—Barry!" She said it breath- lessly. "You startled me." Has eyes swept over her swiftly, suspiciously, and dropped to the slim perfection of her slippers. On the side of one of them, marring its de- licate sheen, was a long earth stain. The blood sang in his ears again, so that he scarcely heard his own voice. "Anne .where have you been?" Before that hard note she stopped short. "Why, Barry, what is the matter ?"• "Where have you been at this hour of the night?" "At this hour? Why. it isn't late. "I've been in the garden. Barry, what is the matter?" "Within the past 'half hour I have had to listen to a sickening story that you were meeting somebody's chauff- eur out in the garden." She felt suddenly sick and tired. Barry's mother must have seen her and carried, the story to.hinr in bit- ter triumph. Wlio else hated her e- nough to do that? She wanted to tell him the whole hateful story, but she must not. "Somebody must have been willing to carry tales about me tohavehur- ried the news to you as quickly ,as that." She saw him flush, but she went on bitterly. "And whether I was there or not, I won't talk about it! I won't! I'll say things that 'we'll both be sorry for." Her hands wens up to her throbbing temples. They really did throb now. "Ring for Ber tha, please. And stay until . she conies." He looked at her uneasily. He rang hastily and came back to her. '- "I'm sorry if you're not well," he said jerkily. "Perhaps I'd better sent for Dr. Carmichael." "No, please. It's only my head." They waited for Bertha in. uncom- fortable silence, There was. a tap on the: door, but it was Ellen's broad, face which appeared. "I rang ;for Bertha. Isn't she here?" Ellen was a new maid. She grin- ned companionably. "Yeses', in a way, but it's her night out. She's been to a party,, Ma'am, lookin' as pretty as a picture in the grand dress ye give her, and this good half hour she's been standin' at the end of the drive sayin''good night EXETER: A. wedding of interest to the young felly from Quinn's gar- to Exeter's younger set took place; age. Is there anything I can do, Ma -:•last week -end, at the rectory of Tri- 'sin 7" DOINGS IN THE SCOUT WORLD Sir Percy Everett recently opened the splendid new Scout Headquarters at Mill IIill School, England. The Scouts of Luxembourg cele- brated their 20th annicersary July 14. A contingent of British Scouts A Curtain of Song By Gregory Clark "There. are no song birds in Can- for it was like a symphony orchestra. "Hear what?" demanded John. "The birds. All that sound is birds." "I hear nothing," said John. We stood still in the afternoon, with the wind blowing pleadingly a- cross the brown fields, as if caress- . ing the life underneath to waken.' A dull brown bird, bigger than a robin, rose with a curious fluttering flight from the meadow and came to sit on a fenee post, ' the third away from us. When it turned to face ne it changed suddenly from a dull brown bird • to a vivid golden yellow creature with a black cresent across its breast. Then it lilted its head and sang a ada," said John Berries McCulloch. "In the twenty-two: years I have been in this country I have never heard a bird sing." John has amongst his most prized possessions an autographed copy, presented by his lordship himself, or Grey of Fallodon's book, "The Charm of Birds." And whenever John gets. attended, homesick for Scotland, which is a- bout three times a day, he takes this beautifulbook by that. Lord Grey whose hand signed the paper which launched ns all into the Great War, and in its lovely pages he hears the mavis, nightingale, the blackbird. But he has never hearda bird song in Canada: "We have better singers in Can - clear, magical call of two broken syl- ada," I said, "than anywhere else on fables. earth." "Meadow lark," I said to John. "He "Then;" said John, "Shakespeare, calls them all. Now they will all Keats, Tennyson, Wordsworth, ej1l come and sing for you. He is the the greatest poets of the English trumpeter. His song means more to language were wrong about the the farmer than any other sound on nightingale, eh?" earth. That clear call makes a "They never heard the hermit farmer take off his hat and go and thrush," said L • stand bare -headed where he can look "The fact remains,"' said John, "I over all his fields, the first day of have never heard a birdsing in this spring." c" "Not much of ss song," muttered I could take you out a few miles John quickly, but so as not to inter into theountry.country," I began. rut the bright yellow lark on the "In Scotland," said John, "the birds post. sing in your garden. The hedges are A small fluttering figure, drab, filled with the nests of blackbirds and gray, buff, wind-blown, rose out of mavis. The rose bush up the wall of the dead d an grass sat on the fence your house has two bird's nests in it, thirty feet ass ant was singing for and they sing all rd sings to your win - twenty seconds before John realized low. The, blackbird sings all day, a it, so faraway and fragile was the sweet soft bird, no earthly relation song. John turned his head from the thatto hard robber you call a black piping meadowlark to the little bird, birdin in this country. You do not have and with a melting expression tuned to go into the country tohear birds his ears fine to pick up that sweet, in Scotland. They share your gar- ghostly song. The bird continued to den." , .sing as if it could not catch its "But I would like you to come out„, brea.th I said, "and hear the song sparrow.”"What bird is that?" whispered "Will you come now," I asked, John. thinking of the song sparrows on the "Horned lark," I said. "You are hedges out around Halton or Wood- lucky to hear it sing so near. Many bridge. people don't even know it sings." John, with a cold smile, slammed "Ssshh," said John. his desk shut and stalked over to his By the way John's eyes began to hat and .coat. Even his ears were rove and widen, I knew now that he white. I had waked that plaid. -clad was tuning in on the symphony far devil of homesickness in him. He and near, that tiny tumult of song was hearing the masts in his heart. which seemed to •cover the whole In silence we went out and got in my earth as far as we could hear or see, car. In bitter silence we drove out so that you imagined the map of the the highway to the Manton Road world and knew that all over that where the farms begin. vast firmament there was the ceaseless Meadow Lark Calls the Choir choir of music, until the thought of The rougher the road, the mere it stilled and frightened you. the birds, so I ran off into a dirt road The bold meadow lark continued to '* Scouts at, 'Welsh Eisteddfod° - To provide accommodation for Scouts attending the Welsh National Eisteddfod, at Neath, the local Boy Scouts Association has provided a camp site at Gnoll, Wales. *'* * Developing Leadership in Boys "My son's wife!" Her face was white in the darkness. Barry was reading when his moth- er entered the library. "Still up? But I suppose you had callers." "It was Cleo," said his mother briefly. "Barry, I wish you would conte with me to my rooms. Quick- ly." "Of course, I will. Anything wrong, there?" cord?" "It wasn't necessary, Kennedy. You're quite well known." He stared back at her, suspicious 'and half truculent. "Well, you knots, I didn't try to get the job under an assumed name, anyway." "Oh yes, I'm. 'perfectly satisfied, Kennedy. But of course I know that a man of your experience isn't taking a chauffeur's position except for some special reason. Does John Gage know that you are in Granleigh?" It must have been a sharp jolt for ICcnnecly, but this time his face — the gambler's face, after all was ab solutely expressionless. "That's too deep far me," he ans- wered indifferently. "If you mean the ,big fellow, I don't know .what he knows. I've never met hili. "Not even that night last May, when this happened?" Cleo's hand rested for a moment against the fil- my turpuoise of her gown, just be- low the heart. "You've had a busy day," he said, dryly. "Things have a habit of coming my way, Kennedy. And I know you went out tonight to keep an- appointment with Mrs. Barry Duane, and just where you met.her ... and by the way, how very much she looks like Miss Curtis! You're a wonderful driver, Kennedy, but you haven't any intention of staying on here as a chauffeur. You're here for money, Kennedy, big money. I'm afraid the courts would call it blackmail." Kennedy listened, outwardly un- moved but . taking lively account of this new 'situation. "What's your game?" he asked bluntly. "I'm not playing, Kennedy." Ken- nedy took the hint. "My error." He " temporized as- tutely.,. "But I got the idea that you wanted me to do, something for you." "Perhaps, you could." She eonsid- ered him thoughtfully. "There is someone in Granleigh whose presence is going' to bring danger and unhap- piness to some close, friends of mine. Some day there will be a scandal, and she will be forced to leave in disgrace. It would be better for everybody con- cerned if she went away quietly, be- fore her—her past became known." "You want me to get Duane's wife out of the way-" Hehad an unpleasant way of strip- ping facts naked and making her look at their. ' • "I wish her to go away. Alone." "Reno, or a Mexican divorce?" (Continued next week) That leadership ability was a "hid- den virtue" in some boys, and that Boy Scouting was a most effective way of developing it, was the declar. ation of Lord Hampton, before a gathering of English public school boys. Making a Beauty Spot of a Corner Lot As a public service project Rover Scouts of Pembroke, Ont., have made a beauty spot of a•vacant lot on a prominent street corner. They lev- elled the ground and planted grass and flowers, and will maintain the plot throughout the summer.. "Everything is wrong," said Mrs. Duane bitterly. "I have had the hu- miliation of seeing my son's wife steal out through the garden at night to meet another man." "Mother!" There was anote in Barry's voice that she, had never heard before. "I am afraid," he said carefully, "that I shall have to ask you to ,explain that extraordinary statement" "I have told you. Conie and see for yourself." "Nancy and I don't spy on each other. Besides, she went to her room with a headache. Why do you assume that it was she?" "Our maids do not appear in even- ing dress." Nancy gave Bertha one of hers last week. Someone had spilled cof- fee on it" ` "It was not Bertha," said Mrs. Duane coldly. "I knew it was Anne.' The man .was: obviously waiting for her. I did not see his face, but I. have the unpleasant knowledge that a common chauffeur —that insolent creature who drives Cleo—was hang- ing around outside only a little while before." _ "You didn't even see them, meet " vitt Memorial. Church, when Helen He laid a pleading hand,on , her arm. i"Bring me some ice cubes, Ellen. Lucille, eldest daughter of Mr. and "Mother, why can't you be kinder to I've a headache:'" Mrs. Beverly Bartow, of E cMr. was Nancy? Do you think that it has been The door closed on Ellen. Anne married .to Harry Robert . eteg, bet - pleasant for ire to see that my moth- scarcely breathed. ' • iy of Detroit, eldest son of Mr. and er refuses ,to accept my wife as her "Nancy, forgive me! I've 'been a Mrs. Bruce Bossenberry,of Forest. daughter?" brute and I ought to be kicked for The ceremony was `performed by, the "Do you think that it is pleasant it." ! rector, Rev. M, A. Hunt. Miss Velma for your mother to know that this -.He drew her around with coaxing R Bartow attended her sister wlhile. Place is buzzing with. sordid innuendo' hands. • John Kaiser, of of Detroit, was best beeause Barry Duane's wife never re :e 'Don't you know I love you Barry • man: The youngcouple left for ea De- fers to a single day of her life b'e /There isn't anybody else but you. troit where theywill reside. 'fore she came to that -barbarous planejThere couldn't be" ::'"� Bartow is manager of the Fleeter Where you met her?" I • " know,' he muttered.. •Its be - "And who has been spreading suchcause you're so much to me, Nancy branch of tt.e Canadian Canners.. TIME TABLE !`rains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. Promo 'East, depart 7.08 a.m. 'Goin[ ,East depart 3,00 p.m. 'Going West, depart 11.50 a.m. Neeing 'West, depart 9.58 pm. London. Huron &Brace 4111311E North, ar. 11.34.lve. 11.54 a.m. 4M1ns M>,th N Famous School Erects Scout Hall Reflecting the steady growth of Scouting in the big English public schools, a Scout troop headquarters was opened by Lord Hampton at Leys School, Cambridge, in the pre- sence of 200 Scouts of the Leys, Perse and Caldecott schools and Rov- ers from Cambridge University. Music Signal for Bomb Throwing A Boy Scout band of Poona, India, is credited with saving the life of Mahatma Gandhi, but will not receive medals: When a car appeared, sup- posedly bringing the Hindu leader, the band blared forth a welcome. the car. We got out. Someone in the crowd, threw a bomb, and stopped wrecking the car and injuring sev- The air was ringing with the song eral of Mahatma's followers. But of birds as the city is filled with the CIandlii himself arrived in a later cant, sounds of men and their works. and •escaped. i "Do you hear then?" I asked John, sound his clear rising and falling whistle, calling, calling, the maestro of the field. The horned lark (Continued on page 6) 66 on can't lk t sto i �, ste f t , e" said rigley Interviewed, and asked to what he attributed his phenomenal success, the late Mr. Wrigley, o£ chewing gum fame, replied, "To the consistent ad- vertising of a good product." "But," asked the reporter, "having captured practically the entire market, why continue to spend vast sums annually on advertising?" Wrigley's reply was illuminating. "Once having raised steam in an engine," he stated, "it requires continuous stoking to keep its up. Advertising stokes up business and keeps it running on a full head of steam." This applies to your business, too. Don't make a secret of your product. Tell people all about it. Tell them what it does. Tell them its advantages. Tell them where to get it. Tell them through the g Press and keep on telling them. EVERYBODY READS NEWSPAPERS THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD A FINE MEDIUM FOR ADVERTISING—READ ABS. IN MIS IS SUB PHONE 4