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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1934-11-15, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD Clinton News -Record With which is tneonporated THE NEW ERA trams of Subscription - $1.50per year in advance, to Canadian ad- dresses $2,00 to the U.S, or oth- er , foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the edition of the publisher. The date to which' every subscription is paid is denoted :on the label. advertising, Rates—Transient adver- tising 12e per count line, for first insertion. 8c for each subsequent insertion. Heading counts 2 linea. Small advertisements, not to ex - teed one inch, such as "Wanted", "Lost" entrayed," etc., inserted *nee for 35c,.each subsequent in- eertion 15c. Rates for display ad, vertising made known on applica- tion. 'Communicdtions intended for pub- lication mast, as a guarantee of good paith, be accompanied by the name f the writer. Z. E. HALL, M. R. CLARE, Proprietor. Editor. A. T. RANCE Neter! Public, Conveyancer Plnancial, Real Estate and Fire tn- •auurance Agent. Reprementing 14 Fire Insurance Companies. 'Division Court Office, Clinton. Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. • Manistee, Solicitor, Notary Publie Successor to W. Brydone, S.C. Olean Block — Clinton, Ont, DR. FRED G. THOMPSON Office and Residence: Ontario Street Clinton, Ont. Gee door west of Anglican Church. Phone 172 Zyee Examined and Glasses Fitted DR. H. A. McINTYRE DENTIST Office over Canadian National Express, Clinton, Ont. Phone, Office, 21; house, Mt. DR. F. A. AXON Dentist Graduate of C.C.D.S., Chicago and R.C.D.S., Toronto, Crown and plate work a specialty. Phone 185, Clinton, Ont. 194-34. 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 to manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 GEORGE ELLIOTT leicensed Auctioneer for the County of Huron Correspondence pramptly answered. Immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Date at The News-Record. Clinton, or by calling phone 203. Charges Moderate and Satisfactior Guaranteed. SYNOPSIS "Prelude" . "Love lightly." Mrs. Church warned gently, and Ellen wondered why? Posing for her tal- ented mother, first as a new baby, then a bubbling child, then a charm- ing young . girl, ,Ellen had .lived al- ways in a make-believe land of beau- ty. Of the outside world herknow- ledge was meager , . While posing in the garden one day, Ellen now learns from her mother the story of the broken life. The chance meet- ing, the stolen Ides, marriage then years of loneliness. As the mother waited for her husband, to share with him the secret of Ellen's connng, a message came saying he would never return. So through the. years Ellen and her mother lived a- lone.. .. lone.... A few weeks after learning the story of the mother's broken life . .. another message arrives . tragedy, telling of the father's death. The shock killed Mrs. Church. 13e- wildered. . alone . . , warned. to "Love, Lightly" Ellen arrives in New Yard. • • .. GO ON WITH THE STORY Oh, it had been a magnificent lie! Ellen's hand, wet with her own tears, reached up to touch her mother's chill fingers that had clenched upon a cruel letter, "And so, said Ellen,. little Goldi- locks carne to the .big city. Or per- haps I should say Little Red Riding Hood. As I remember it, I did wear a red beret! With just exactly twen- ty dollars in any pocket of the old tweed coat—but with all my bilis paid, and the homestead still un - mortgaged. Yon didn't know, did you, that I am a Iandowner? That 1, whose knees shall be known to posterity, am thepossessor of an es- tate!" The man with the Vandyke beard reached, through the cloud of his pipe smoke, for her hand - which Ellen carefully removed from his vicinity. He shrugged and reached instead for the glass that stood at his elbow. "For such a Ted hot, • red capped little person," he said "you're start- lingly chill! Know that, Ellen? A," he laughed, quite alone, at his pun, "a Church -and why should a church need fortifications? — with battle- ments and inoats and a drawbridge!" One of the two other girls was speaking. "Shut up, Sandy," she said. "You're just about as funny as a wake! say, Ellen," her voice was shrill, "why don't you throw a party up at your place, some weekend? The crowd of us could make perfectly swell whoop- ee." If a shadow crept across the care- fully rouged little face of Ellen Church, she veiled that shadow with a slim, raised hand. Her answer came with almost too much nonchal. anoe. "I haven't been near the place," she said, "since I turned the key in the lock and went out into the storm. with neither a wedding ring nor a baby. I'd• have to have considerable DOUGLAS R. N.AIRN 'Barrister, Solicitor' and Notary Public ISAAC STREET, CLINTON Office Homs: Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays --10 a.m. to 5 p.m, Phone 115 3-34.. THE McKILLOP MUTUAL Fire Insurance Company Head Office, Seaforth, Ont. Officers: is President, Alex. Broadfoot, 'Sea - forth; . Vice -President, James Con. molly, Goderich; eeeretary-treasur- er, M. A. Reid, Seafortr—"i Director: Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth, R. R.' No. 3; James Sholdice, Walton; Wv,. Knox; Londesboro;,'Geo.• T eanhardt, 'Bornholm, R. R. No. 1; John Pepper, Brucefield; James Connolly, Gode- rich; Robert Ferris, Blyth; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth, R. R. No. 5; Win. R. Archibald, Seaforth, R. R. No. 4. Agents: W. J. Yeo, R.R. No. 3, Clinton; John Murray,'Seaforthl James Watt, Blyth; Finley McKer- .eher, Seaforth. Any honey to .be paid may be paid lo the Royal' Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth, air at Calvin Cutt's Grocer!, Goderich. Pieties desiring to effect insnr- •angio or transact other he -sit -less will 'be promptly attended to on applies• 'lien to any of the abode officers Addressed to their respective post of - tees. Losses inspected by the diree- ler who lives ,nearest the scene. eANDIAN NAT ONAI= AlIEWAYt; TIME TABLE Trains will arlivo at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going East, depart 7.08 a.m. 'going East depart 5.00 p.m. cGoing West, depart 11.50 a.m, fd?o{ng 'West, depart 9.53 p.m. London, Huron & Bruce 'Going North, ar. 11.34. 1ve. 11.54 a.m. Going Mouth 1.01 ikm THURS., NOV. 15, 1934 her selling second hand, she wouldn't see art editors- herself. You have to be pretty swell," there was a note of pride, a defensive sort of pride, in Ellen's voice, "to sell your stuff that way! But anyhow," the pride was gone from her voice, now, "anyhow, I went to this agent and asked her adviee. And she tried to help. `Per, haps you'd better be an artist,' she said. `It's in your blood,'' 'but it's left out of my fingers,' I told her. 'Wien what can you do ' she asked me, And I said Pm. a regular wow at posing.'" A man without a beard and for that reason some years older than the Vandyked one, spoke. "And so you are!" he told Ellen "I never knew 'anyone who could catch an idea the way you do. I wish to heaven I could keep you busy all the time. Not that I wouldn't be a- fraid to have you in the studio all the time=" Ellen shrugged. "I don't eat artists," she said, "not even raw ones like Sandy, here; not even good ones like you!" One of the girls laughed. It was a sharp laugh, rather. Even at twenty Ellen couldn't en to control the sudden tremor in her voice. . of a week -end -and 1 mean my head! —'to take you all up there. Why," even at twenty, Ellen couldn't quite control the sudden tremor in her voice. "Why, the place is full of ghosts.. ." The man with the Vandyke beard puffed away in silence for a moment. "You're telling your life story," he tenni-Wed Lllen, at last. "Not that it's such a whale of a story, at that. There hasn't been a starvation, or a temptation, or a ruination, yet." "And," the tremor had quite gone from Ellen's voice, "there won't be, either. Not while the old brain site firmly ,just above the well known shoulders. We11, to, matte a short story long, I got in touch with the only had given himself a little shake, and had closed the studio door. ' "Make yourself at home," he told Ellen. "I've' an order for a sort of. Kate Greenway mural, to dress up a halfbaked, junior league inspired children's theatre. I can use you plenty." "I'm not so sure of that," she told Ellen. "I'd say, for all your wide eyes and your raised eyebrows, that you -were a regular man-eater. You have a come-on game--" . "That," interrupted the• man called Sandy, "that doesn't come anywhere! Ellen's come-on game somehow al- ways fails to arrive!" Ellen laughed ever so lightly, and surveyed her guests through the low hanging haze of their tobacco smoke. The two girls? They—she admitted it, in her mind --weren't important Just models like herself. With stagey names behind which they hid their own commonplace labels. ` Gay Var- don the shorter one, with the angelic face framed in red hair. She was in demand for magazine covers, Gay. Her innocent eyes were a guarantee on any periodical of its faith with the public. Claire Tremaine—the tall willowy one, who posed for fashion work. Who with her boneless, curve - less figure was just a little passe in this new ,age of fashion elegance. They weren't of. much .importance, these two. Just white of egg, beaten to a stiff froth. Not a great deal of substance, or nourishment, there! And so Ellen entered the studio, and buttoned herself into a high waisted, blue -sashed muslin drew and started out upon her career as a professional model. It was as easy as that! Under' Dick's tutelage, which almost amounted to chaperon- age, she met other 'artists, secured other work. It was getting late. The cigarette smoke was rising toward the ceiling of the room. As soon as the bunch left Elien thought; she would fling up the windows—and make the room sweet again. "I think," she called now to the corner in which Gay and Sandy were sitting, very close, "that you'd better clear out. I'm working tomorrow, and I'rn starting early." ' Sandy eyed her reproachfully, "Women," he said, "they're all alike. Just puppies in mangers. Ellen won't let me touch her hand. But the moment I seek any consolation in Gay, she throws me out. Jealous cat, I call her!" Claire rose lithely from her place on the .cushioned day bed. She stret- ched as a slim, lazy panther stretches. Nobody had been making love to Claire. "I'm ready to blow," she said "This party hasn't been what you'd call a wow for excitement. The story of Ellen's past is too blameless to make what might be known as a hectic evening, See Inc home, Dick?" there was a slightly eager note in her draw- ling voice. "You go my way!" But Dick, slowly, was shaking his head, "I'm staying on here, for a "bit, after the rest of you leave," he told her. "I want to talk with Ellen. I'm the guy she's working for tomorrow. We're starting on that Indian thing-• Sandy Mackintosh? Somehow, al- though his work sold readily, . al- though he had a real flair for expres- sion, he belonged -with the two gels, Ellen told herself. His essays of love -making ahvays bordered on the conic for her. He was always ready to. put her into one of his careless, charming illustrations, however, al- ways Toady to buy her a dinner at some place where the food was good, and the lights were low, and there was wine for the asking. The older intim Dick Alven? He wasn't a lightweight! He didn't de pend upon charm to put his drawings over, Ile didn't evencare, always, that 'his paintings would interest dealers—rather than sell them! Ellen, her gaze creeping about the room, felt a thrill of affection as her eyes rested upon his face. For it was to Dick that she had first gone, quite by chance, in her quest for work. A slim, frightened child, in a scarlet cap and an unfashionable topcoat, she had come knocking at his studio door. And he, with curiosity written in every line of his face, had let her into the square, somber room in which he painted. "So you want to pose?" he had questioned, "I fancy, from your looks that you've just run away from school, with an old copy of 'The Com- mon Law' tucked into your pocket. Well, I do need a model. But you'II find it hard, unromantic work!" Ellen had answered haughtily, to cover the shiver in her heart, the quake in her soul. • "I've posed all my life," she told hit". "I know it's not easy. But I'tn used to it!" Dick Alven's practiced, oddly per- sonal'yet oddly impersonal gaze had run the length of her slender body. He sighed.' "You're such a kid," he told her. "Do you pose for the figure?" Ellen felt -the blood mounting into her cheeks,; pounding into her temp- les. But she answered with a certain. doggedness: -"I have of course, posed that way," she said. •"I can, if there's no other work to be had. But I'd rather not!" Dick Alven had laughed. "I thought that would scare you out," he said, "I'd know you for an • amateur any day. Who've you posed- for — you little bluffer?" • Ellen's head was high. The blood had receded from her cheeks. "I posed for Mrs. Church," she said "You must have seen her work. She specialized in drawings of children.. Of young girls. She," Ellen's lips all at once- werequivering; all at, once the tears stood, roundly, in her eyes, soul I knew, believe it or not, in New "she was—my mother!" York. A person who had sold my Dick Alven, with a certain •mute mother's work. Sort of an art agent f astonishment, had watched the tears you understand. Mother—she did all spill over on. to the..,pele cheeks. -He, DOINGS IN THE SCOUT WORLD British Scouts in Holland The local paper of •Breda, Holland, gave regular space this summer to. camp news of Boy Scouts from Lei- cester, England, who were camping in the vicinity, JA' "Make yourself at home," he told ElSicn. Hungarian Scouts in England Numbers of individual Hungarian Boy Scouts were entertained in Eng- lish Scout families this summer, the result of friendships formed at the 1932 International Scout Jamboree in Hungary. International Boy Friendships Carrying on international friend- ships established at a camp this aunt - mer in Luxembourg, Boy Scouts of the 8rd Uxbridge, Troop, England, are corresponding with Scouts in Holland, Yugoslavia, France and Denmark. Making Weather Prophets• Through the co-operation of the U. S. Weather Bureau Station at De- troit, American and Canadian Boy Scouts of Border districts are taking' a Bourse in weather observation. As a final test the Scouts must predict the following day's weather. The Proof of the Pudding To counteract, erroneous impres- sions of camp' "roughing it," Boy Scouts of Grantham, England, invited parents to a demonstration camp, and served a well prepared meal of roast beef, two vegetables and cur- rant pudding, "cooked before their eyes." Scouts of Europe Still Brothers As in previous years, unsettled pol- itical conditions in Europe made no difference this summer in the frater- nizing of Boy Scouts. English and Scottish Scouts cycled, hiked and camped on the Continent, and Scouts of various European countries visit -1 ed England end Scotland. * '* d,i Scout Bone -Settlers An X-ray examination` at the Fort Erie, Ont., hospital of a broken wrist set by two Boy Scouts showed the job to have been demo perfectly. and I want to talk to her about cost- umes." Sandy, rising, had dragged the diminutive Gay to her feet. "We'll drop you at your shanty, Claire, he said. "That is, if you're really afraid to venture out alone 011 the sidewalks of New York!" Claire shrugged. "I'd suspect you, Ellen," she said, as she pulled the season's smartest hat over her beautifully arranged' hair, "only it's hard to suspect any- one with milk—ifrozen milk—in her veins! I don't doubt.," there was a queer note of almost envy in her voice, "thatyou and Dick will really talk about costumes." Ellen tried, very hard, to copy the spirit of Claire's shrug. "Be that," she said, "as it may!" Then they were gone, the three of them. Clattering down the uncarpet- ed stairs. Sandy laughing -- Gay's shrill giggle echoing his mirth. "They're Iaughing about me," El- len told. Dick, and her tone was tran- quil. "They think I'm something from another planet: That I have six toes on each foot, and they're webbed. You tell 'em different,' Dick. You've seen my •feet----" But Dick was staring at her strangely, through the drifting smoke —most of which he was now creat- ing, himoelf. "Sandy may laugh at you," he said, "but he's in love with you. Ellen." El1ene again, attempted the shrug. It was more of a success this time. "Oh—love!" she' said. Just that. Dick went on. "So," be said evenly, "am I, for that matter! I love you, Ellen, you know. Foolish, isn't it?" Ellen agreed. "Yes, it is, rather," she said. "Be- cause I have reason to suppose, Dick, that love would stand for' marriage, 'with you. You're that sort. Sandy? Possibly he isn't. But- well, what would marriage . with you mean, Dick? Figure it out, from my point of view. Only a new name, and a 'wedding ring. I'd work just as hard as I'm working now. rd Have the deuce of a lot more to woi:ry about — babies, for instance. And I would- n't have a lot of things that I have now, either." Dick's voice rasped just a little. It was, a very nine voice when it didn't have :that grating note. "Wlhat, for instance?" he question- ed. "Privacy, for instance!" Ellen an- swered, trying to make her tone flip- pant. Dick was rising from his chair. I•Iis tall figure, despite his breadth of shoulder, gave the effect of gaunt tress. He came swiftly across the room and laid his hands, not too lightly, on Ellen's shoulders. (Continued Next Week) LOG OF PETERBORO' CANOEIST -DISPELS DOUBT AS. TO DEATH (C.P. Despatch in Monday's Globe.) Peterboro, Nov. 12. — A tin can came to the Smith's of Peterboro' to- day, and brought with it confirmation of tragedy bright with courage. Found on the shore of Red Bay, Newfoundland, it contained the blur- red pages of a notebook 24 -year-old' John Smith bought at a local station- ery store just before he set out June 18 on a journey designed to fin- ish in` fame, and which ended in death. "Log of the Pride of Peter- borough" was sceawled in large red letters across its inside cover. The "Pride of Peterborough" was the slight canoe in which John Smith hoped to paddle 'from Peterborough to Peterborough, from Ontario to England. Ever since a battered body was picked up at Long Point, Port au Port Newfoundland, Sept. 6. his fam- ily refused to believe him dead. The body was clad in a rubber safety suit, which Smith did not possese. when he Ieft home. But one entry in the log dispelled, doubt. "July 17—+Left Roekeliffe Hall. Was saluted by whistle. Heavy gale from astern. Put on and wore safety suit donated -by Captain Bowen. Kept very dry and comfortable in it." The Rockcliffe Hall was a vessel he had boarded in the broad lower reach- es of the St. Lawrence the previous night. A matter-of-fact record of the days and nights spent in negotiating the inland waters to the sweep of the gulf is included in the log. The can, sent by Newfoundland Wreck Com- missioner A. B. Harding', also con- tained five emergency flares, two of which had been burned. Smith dismissed casuaIIy his pas, sage of the St. Lawrence rapids. His conquest of the Long Sault is chron- icled in eighteen words, although he was the first canoeist in history to run clown the north channel and live; "Jute 25, 9 a.m.: Left for Cornwall Weather fine. Came through Long Sault Rapids. Took worst channel. Took in three inches of water after turning around twice." Recording his shooting of turbulent split Rock Falls, he wrote the next day: "Kept too far out and got in worst channel. Even worse than Long Sault. Shipped three inches of water." On the last day of June Smith took time out to make a rescue attempt., That was near Three Rivers. 'Ar rived ono and a half minutes after a 12 -year -boy Went under for the third time. Dove in and cornbecl forty fees, square, but owing to ,being misin- formed as to where he went under, was unable 4to save him." •'The last entry is dated July 19. On July 20 Smith set -out to cross the gulf and was never seen alive again. SURRENDERED FORT WITHOUT A SHOT The Governor of one of Canada's most northerly forts of the fur -trad- ing days, ,Samuel Hearne, surrender- ed his fort without firing a shot when 400 French soldiers under Admiral La Perouse approached. The daugh- ter of a previous governor rushed out to hide in the bushes as the enemy approached and the Indian chief of that district, away on a hunting ex- pedition committed suicide on his re. ' turn to Fort Prince of Wales, ac - cowing to an'article by A. Philip Nor- ton in the current issue o;f the Cana. dian National Aailways Magazine. WHO TOLD YOU THAT "Salubrious," said the tourist, put-. ' ting his head out of the train win- dow. "Exhilarating!" said -his ; compan- ion. "Ye're baith wrong," remarked a fellow -traveller. "It's Kilconquhar." —London Evening News. NOVEMBER ROSES I think November roses are more sweet Than the rich glowing blooms of Summer days, When every branchlet like a garland sways, And slim buds swell and open in the heat. Day after windless day they wait to greet Each glint of pallid sunshine with meek praise. And speak their gentle word: then go their ways, Leaving their soft cool petals at our feet. They are -the joys that blossom after tears, The gladness flowering on the thorn of pain: The heart, that thought it ne'er could sing again Crooning a note undreamed in young- er years. When God has pardoned Summer's sifts, griefs, fears, How sweet the Autumn roses that re- main! —Doris Canham. ________. _0_ ,. _ ........_. .... INVI ATSN ' COUNT Many a non -advertising retailer keeps back from advertising just because he feels that it is nec- essary to advertise in a big way and because he is not ready to advertise in a big way. To keep back from our newspaper until you are ready to use big space is just as foolish as would be keeping a child out of school until it had the ability to pass its ma- . triculation examination, Beginners in every form of enterprise need to go warily; until experience and practice and growing ability warrant them to attempt larger things, they should proceed cautious- ly. It will pay some retailers to use classified ad- • vertisements and shall spaces of 2 and 3 inches. These little advertisements will surely get seen and read by newspaper readers. Make small advertise- ' Inents offer special merchandise.. Change them fre- quently. A. quick succession of little advertisments, veryone of which is alive, will of a certainty effect! sales—will attract new customers. The thing to be frightened of is dumbness: a retail. store which does 5 not talk to the public by means of newspaper adver- tisements misses a lot of -business. The public goes where it is invited to go. i r7 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD A FildE MEDIUM FOR ADVERTISINt-.—READ ADS. IN PHIS MUD PHONE 4 j ��..t