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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1935-12-26, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., D The Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated" `THE NEW ERA TERMS OF, SUBSCRIPTION V1,50 per year in advance, to Cana- dian addresses,' $2.00 to the U.S. or other foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are paid ,unless at the option of the publish- er. The date to which every sub- scription is paid is denoted on the label. ADVERTISING RATES -- Tran- sient advertising 12e per count -line for first insertion. Sc' for each 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. u ifor Communications ns • intended pub-.; Iication must, as 'a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name - ,of the writer. E. HALL, ..' M. A. CLARK, Proprietor. Editor. II. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Fjnaneial; Real; Estate and Fire In- suranee' Agent. Representing 14. Fire 'nsurance Companies. Division` Court Office, Clinton Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. 'Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W, Brydone, K.C. •51oan Block Clinton, Ont. DR. F. A. AXON Dentist 'Graduate of C.O.D.S., Chicago and R.C.D.S„ Toronto. Crown and plate work a specialty. 'Phone 188., Clinton, Ont, 19-4-34, PROLOGUE TO LOVE By Martha Ostenso In Prologue t0 Love, the author of Wild Geese, for which she won a, 5,000 prize, and The Dark Dawn has departed boldly frcom her earlier method, and has written a genuine romance, more powerful and, appeal- ing than her previous realistic not, els. Autumn Dean's destiny was sealed in a moment of spoon -lit , magic. Looking into Brice Landor's level eyes, she knew that she loved 'him. Rut love, between these two was, it seethed, a forbidden thing -a her!. tage front her mother, Millicent O- dell . forever loved, forever lost. The setting of this splendid story is the Kamloeps Valley of British Columbia midway between the vast arches of the Rockies and the colorful Cascades. To this region of great sheep ranches, Autumn Dean returns from .her schooling' :a- mong the Continental smart set, to find: herself inescapably faced with a fateful secret and a conquering love. As in the authoris earnest nov- els, the present story is eteeped. 1n the stark, wild .beauty of the North- west. It is intensely vital with hu- man drama, Autumn Dean is puzzled by the re- ception given her by her old freind Hector Cardigan, and is made un-. easy later by the reception given her by her strange father. But ,she has come home, is determined to stay and to make the bast of it. 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 •iby manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 A. E. ' COOK PIANO AND VOICE Studio At • MR. 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N'est-ce-pas, Dad- dy You see, I do remember some of your lectures,' after all, though they were so long ago." She pointed confidently to a awe grazing on the hill -side` with her lamb at heel, "That sweet-faced one is a Cheviot; isn't it? It's so Clean-cut and stylish. Yeti used to tell me they had Roman profiles. And those knobby, black -faced ones over there- they are Iiampshires. And those two in, the hollow—let me see—they must be a cross. That high head—Shropshire arnt.•'Merino?" Jarvis smiled appreciatively, drawn out .in spite of himself. ''1 sent you to Europe to forget allthat," he mused aloud. "But it's little you can do with a woman, it seems." • With - a lighter heart, Autumn mounted 'her, horse and rode beside her father up the steep trail that led back to the highway. - NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Absolom's face lighted up with enormous pleasure. "I'll come, right enough, if I can get away to it' But ye'll promise to put-on a few o' the old dances, mind, I'm gettin' too stiff to the j'ints for the stuff they call dancin' nowadays." Autumn laughed. "If some of the youngsters to -day tried your reels Absolom, they'd have to be carried off the floor." "Aye, that's right enough, too. But Who'll ye be askin', now?" "Everybody!" Autumn xi plied. The old fellow's eyc� became dreamy with reminiscence. "I've had many a' good turn in my time with Katie Macdougall, down at The Bend —if ye'll think of it to ask her," he suggested archly. • "We'll send her a special invitation Absolom,11 Autumn promised, getting up. "I'd better leave you to your coffee, now, while I go and take a look at•the lambs." 'A`ye, an' they're worth lookin' at Nigh unto five hundred was dropped durin' the night." Autumn went out and ` found her father beside one of the pens that opened off the corral. Within it a large, robust ewe stood in maternal dignity, while about her pranced 'a day-old lamb on its ridiculous legs flicking an absurd cottony tail. Autumn laughed in sheer delight. "Oh, you little rascal!" she said. "I'll have to learn about sheep all over again, Da." She glanced up at him and noted the wistful eagerness that came into his eyes, and the quick, unaccountable restraint that immediately 'masked then:. He sighed heavily. "It's, no :bust- nets for a woman, my girl." "That's a man's opinion, Da," she countered. "And it's my opinion that a woman can talk a lot of damned nonsense, given the chance," her father retort- ed. "With the help of God, I'll be out of the business myself before an- other year." "Out of sheep -raising?" "I'm going tosell," he told her. Autumn caught her, breath with dismay, "Now who is talking non- sense? You'd die without all this— you know you would." One of the sheep dogs, a graceful collie, came bounding up to them and Jarvis stooped to pat him. "I know, I know. But I'm getting too old for it, Autumn." They moved to. another pen and Autumn laid her hand affectionately on her father's atm. "i never heard anything so absurd in my life," she said, then decided to turn the conver- sation into another channel. "Now, that ewe, Da, is a Rambouillet, isn't it'?" "Right enough," he admitted. "Do you remember old Cho-Cho— the one I brought up on a bottle? And her brother , :Fan -Tan? And don't you remember what beautiful spiral horns Fan -Tan grew? I al- most died when he had to go. And how I spoiled Cho -Cho. She had no idea she was a sheep. Do ..you re- member the time she walked into the kitchen and pushed Hannah's cake off the table—and Hannah went after her with the poker ?"' She laughed aloud and looked up at her father. He was smiling in an abstracted way, and Autumn was dis- concerted with the feeling that he had not been listening. After a fur- ther round of the pens, they walked back to their. horses, Autumn 'chat- ting resolutely about what she could recall of sheep' lore, 'determines], to reinstate herself in what she regard- ed as the glamor of Jarvis Dean's life. ".. , and in 1785 Louis XVI im- ported fine Merina sheep from Spain CHAPTER IV It was ten years or more since the Liard had opened his wide doors to the purposes of merry -making, and the people had come from as far away as Kelowna to welcome his daughter's- homecoming. The drawing room and the hall thundered with the lusty measures of a Highland schot- tische; Old Country folk stamped resolutely on the polished floors -- middle-aged middle-aged and elderly Scots, their gnarled faces scarlet and streaming, swung their partners with the earn- estness of warriors going into battle: Not the least conspicuous and nim- ble -footed and certainly the most ter rifying of all, was old Absolom Peek, whose' flaming red necktie rested compationately on the shoulder of his partner, Katie MacDougall. body ' of the .dancers, and moved through the open French windows, out across the piazza and down the steps into the garden.' The moon, almost full, hung like a quaintly mis-shapen Japanese lantern in the blossoming peach tree. She looked up at it through,. the blown pallor of the tree. Then, feeling the intensity of Florian's eyes upon her, she let her own gaze drift deliberate- ly, provocatively back to his, in the way she had learned in the light, un- important nights of English gardens and of olive groves in Italy. The oldest game in the world, the game of coquetry, her heart not in it, but vanity allaying the moment's bore- dom. Autumn stood near the doorway and applauded the efforts of the old sheep -herder, who beamed his grati- tude and pursued his course more desperately than ever. She watched her father in his dinner clothes that seemed somehow awkward on his vast rugged, frame, and her heart smote her at his evident determine - ' tion to assure all his guests of his happiness in their presence. He mov- ed from one to another, as though in an effort to be attentive to the polite (conversation in which. he was engag- ed. She was convinced that under- neath it all he was preoccupied and miserable. When the dance came to an end and the exhausted performers scat- tered to find chairs or to go out into the evening, two or three of the younger men hurried toward Au- tumn. One took her peremptorily by the arm and drew her aside.. "The next dance is ours, Miss Dean," he informed her a little com- placently, "I have asked the orches- tra' to favor us with a tango." Florian Parr was reputed to be the most dashing young man of the coun- tryside. The Parrs, a wealthy Scotch fancily with a ranch in the Okana- gan Valley, had left their son in Eng- land to complete his education and had brought him out a year after Au- tumn had left to join her Aunt Flo in the Old Country. Her father had introduced him to Autumn earlier in the evening and her eyes had sur- veyed him, with a penetration subtly careless, fromhead a to foot. He was just under thirty, blond, tall, firmly knit, and dressed in white flannels and impeccably tailored blue seek coat: In that amusing medley of rustics and bland sophisticates who were her father's friends, FIorian Parr stood out like a man from an- other world. His manner was an immediate challenge to' Autumn. "Our dance, Mr. Parr? . I cannot recall nicking any engagements." He stepped closer to her. "It is not so much a matter of engagement, Miss Dean, as . it is -a matter of pre- ference." She laughed. "Yours—or mine, Mr. Parr?" "I can only speak for myself,"" he replied. She wrinkled her nose at ' him, "You seem to find little difficulty in that." "Are you going to make this awk- ward?" wk-ward?" he countered. Autumn chuckled softly. "Not at all,. Mr, Parr. Besides, I' should think a man who plays polo and pilots his own plane—" "A splendid alliteration," he put in. - Before she could reply, he had swung her out upon the floor: The orchestra had already begun to play. The crystal chandeliers of the draw- ing room were turned off, and imme- diately the long floor was a dim pool of violetlight from the colored lan- terns that had been strung below the ceiling. Autumn noted the eyes that followed herself and Florian, shad- owed eyes of envy or of admiration, and overheard one or two comments that were unequivocal. She permit- ted' herself to drift in the joy of the dance, glancing up at her partner now and then with • that rare, long look of half-closed eyes that is the piquant complement of that most sub- tly articulate of. dances. In the encore that followed the tango, Florian maneuvered so that they became separate from the main Florian leaned above her:, with one elbow resting on the bough of the tree. She saw him smile as he lifted' a lock of her hair and pretended to peer at the moon through its mesh, "Mr. Parr," she said,with mock severity. "I must remind you that I am hostess this evening—and must be treated with the dignity due my position." "You might also add that we met for the first time not more than an hour ago," he said. • "I do." "But it has been an unforgettable hour," he responded. Another couple strolled by in the moonlight. "Look here," Florian said .sudden- ly. "Why can't you come down for the week -end in Kelowna soon? The family will be keen on you. They've all heard about you from your fath- er. My sister Linda wanted terribly to come up to -night, blit she had -a sprained ankle. She'd be crazy about you.' "I should love to come," Autumn assured him, "I'll tell you what," he suggested. "Drop down for the polo game a week from to -morrow and stay over Sunday. I promise you a good time. Your father owes my governor a vis- it too. He hasn't beendown for months. Let's make a real party of it" "I'll speak to father about it" "Right!" he said. "Let's go back, Mr. Parr," Autumn remarked. "I'm forgetting my du- ties." "I'll come if you'll call me Florian," he stipulated, in a voice so Iow and engaging that it brought her throaty, pleased laughter. "Very well, Florian," she respond- ed, and they retraced their way to the brilliantly lighted house. The music floated out to them when they mounted the steps to the piazza that was completely festoon- ed. with honeysuckle in sweet and heady bloom. Florian caught her arm. • • "Let's finish this dance before we go in," he said, and drew her lightly away on the rhythm of the waltz that was being played. The piazza was in darkness, away from the moon, and as they waltzed to the farther end of it they, found themselves alone, There Florian paused, drew her close and brushed her hair with his lips. "I think I'm going to love you," he whispered. Autumn's lips and cheeks glowed faintly, and she experienced the old, swift sensation of being deliciously drugged. Then, for some unaccount- able reason, she thought of her moth- er, Millicent, ,whom she could re- call only as a dream, and of that other Odell woman, known only as a myth, the woman who had been her grandmotehr. She thought then of men in England and men on - the Continent, whom she had played with until they merely bored her. One especially • she remembered — a blue-eyed youth who had been maim- ed in the war. The Odell women had been no respecters of hearts, old I-lec tor` had said. The Basque bell! She winced suddenly ° and drew away from Florian . Was it, for this, then, she had left behind her that life she had lived for the past nine years? Casually, and without a word, she led Florian back into the rectangle of light from the open .French win- dows, and a moment later they : were among the dancers in the drawing room. When the Waltz had ended, Au- tumn spoke a quiet word to her father and slipped away up the rear stairsto her own room. Autumn knew not what mad im- pulse had possessed her to desert her father's guests and come out hereto be alone on the silver -lit range. In her own room it had taken only a minute or two to change into her. riding clothes, steal down again and out to the stables where she had saddled her horse, and come gallop- ing away ' under the pallor of the night. ° Some yearning for escape, she knew, had prompted her act. She realized now that she had run away from Florian Pair. It was from the Florian Parrs she had run when she had left that shallow life she had known in Nurope—the Florian Parrs, in whom deep passionswere merely quaint and laughable. • She was well within the Landor ranch before she realized the direc- tion she had taken. She discovered now that the ruddy glow toward which she had been riding for the past few minutes was at the en- trance to a deep- ravine that was flowing with moonlight the white birches . ghostly fountains within it. Beyond, she could see the lambing pens, the herders cabin, and on, the hillside the strange,. nebulous ,,forms of hundreds of recumbent sheep,, as To one and all Etheritervisltes to extend very sincere wishes for a bright and prosperous. New Year. RADIO COMMISSION RECEIVES . PRAISE FOR TORONTO P R 0 - GRAMS -WINDSOR GROUP TO WELCOME THE NEW YEAR—POT-POURRI OF RADIO NEWS. vismord Tributes for- the rine work being done on the Canadian Radio Commis., sion's "Forgotten Footsteps" series of 'dramatic broadcasts include a re- quest from the NBC to reproduce one of the scripts; grateful thanks from a Prairie :nether, who has found that her children are taking a keen inter- est in history for the first time; and' a letter from the officials of the Royal Ontario Museum stating that yoimg visitors often request informa- tion on the subjects that they hear dramatized on the Sunday night fea- tures. A Saskatchewan farmer's wife re- cently wrote her thanks for the pro- gram, stating that she is a former school teacher, and as such, vitally concerned with the education of her young family. It- was the eisildren who first heard the program and it is now One of the highlights ofthe week in the prairie home, stimulating in "the dead, past" an interest that le most gratifying. "For the first time my youngsters are realizing that the people who walked this earth in the time of the Golden Age of of Greece wes'e as reel as we in the Canadian West," writes this young Canadian mother. :"The result is a keen interest in history which is us all a new hobby." Children visiting- the museum in Toronto are showing a similar inter- est and are making demands on the attendants for in#ormation about the subjects for broadcast, relative to which a bulletin is posted at the mus- eum each week. Increased atten- dance of school children at the mus- eum has been noticed since the series commenced. though fixed in a silver spell. Faint currents of dewy air brushed her cheek, the fragrant wraiths of moun- tain lilac, mallow, wild rose and fern. She had been sitting there for min- utes, breathing deeply of the night's enchanted perfume, when a sound behind her caused her to draw sharp- ly on the reins and wheel her horse about. Another rider was coming down the narrow trail, his form loom- ing black and high against the moon. "Hello, there!" a man's voice chal- lenged her, a level voice, unhurried, its intonation rich and deep. As he drew closer Autumn could see that he was bareheaded, dressed in riding breeches and the dollar of his dark shirt carelessly open. "I am Autumn Dean," she an- nounced quickly, as he came along- side her and halted his horse. Although the moonlight made an obscure mask of his features, she thought she saw a look of puzzled surprise cross them. "Autumn Dean!" he exclaimed, and extended his hand. "Why—Bruce Lander! It' is yon, isn't it?" Above their clasped hands, Autumn saw his smile—the boyish, quizzical smile she remembered. "I was sure it was you -at once," he told her. A thrill of uneasinses coursed through her -a queer, unsteady feel- ing that left her ridiculously irritat- ed at herself, '`Why didn't you say so, then?" she demanded: He held her hand warmly and smiled at her. "I have learned to' take nothing for granted," he ob- served. "But -I understood you were celebrating over at your place to -night. How do you happen to be here?" "I don't believe I could evenex- plain that myself," she said a little blankly. "I just rode away, and—I'm here." He smiled again and took a cigar- ette from his breast pocket, struck a match and lighted it between :his. cupped hands. In that one brief moment she saw the dark, crisply curling haid that was cropped short, straight dark brows rather heavy a- bove eyes that she remembered now were a deep blue, a nose well -formed and sensitive about the nostrils, and a mouth that was somewhat full but straight -drawn and obstinate. In the sudden' realization that she was giv- ing him -a shameless scrutiny, she wrenched her gaze away in the in- stant that he looked up at her. "I had expected to see you over at our dance tonght," Autumn said. "Or were you not the least 'bit curious?". '"Curious?" - He regarded her in- tently. "Searcely-curious. I should have come if. I had been able. This happens to be a very busy time for me—and besides, mother has °taken another bad spell." "Oh, I'm very sorry. Father told told me she had been quite ill. I should have been over to see her if I had had time. Do you think she would remember me, Bruce?" His eyes rested gravely upon her face. Her hand moved nervously to. her cheek as his look held hers, the moonlight seeming to go thin and ex- traordinarily • translucent between them. "I doubt it," he said at last. "You are grown-up now." "Won't you take me down to see her?" "Now ?" "Why not? It's still early, and I can ride back that way. Unless, of course, she's . asleep." She never goes to sleep until I come in," Bruce told her. "I should love to go down, then," she said. Bruce glanced once in the, direction of the ravine. "I can come back here later," he said. ,"Let us go this way, then." . (Continued Next Week), Nearly Suffered Relapse Edmonton's contribution to th e "Dance Band Parade" nearly suffer- ed `a relapse last Saturday night. With everything in order at the Mac- Donald hotel ... the orchestra waiting for the cue the announcer in his place ... and ten seconds to go, some sweet young thing suddenly appeared from nowhere and decided' she would say a few words to her mother. Seizingthe mike firmly in both hands, she had twisted it around and was just about to get her mes- sage across,- when the horrified an- nouncer leaped to action. The mike was back in place with one second to go. ed by that typical olcl air, Ripe"; then from the land of heather will come 'a group of two Scottish dances, "The Lily of the Vale is Sweet" and "Drapm•-Oapie 0," ar- ranged byPochon. The Emerald Isle will be represented by typical Irish reels clear to the hearts of all sons and daughters of old Erin, From Canada, Mr. Trowell has chosen two ars arranged by Sir Ern- est MacMillan; t h e distinguished Canadian composer a n d donductor, The brilliant Scherzo by Arnold Trowell, the brother of the quartet director and a native -of New Zea- land, will be included, as will the familiar"Molly on the ,Shore,"' by the Australian pianist and composer,' Percy Grainger, Greeting 'the New Year Heralding the New Yearn the Gar- net Trowell String: Quartet, heard thrice weekly in Diluter Music from Windsor, is planning an unusual and interesting program for the first day of 1930. The broadcast will consist entirely of music from different parts of the Empire. England will be represent - "Melodic . Strings" The Concerto Grosso in G Major by Y Vivaldi, will be played by Alexander.., Chuhaldin's string orchestra on the "Meioclic Strings" program for Can- adian Radio Commission listeners on Monday, December 30, at 9.30 p.m, On this occasion, Samuel Hersenhor- en will be the violin soloist. Mr.- Chuhaldin's own arrangement of Nocturne No. 3 in E Major, by Cho- pin, also will be featured on this pre- sentation, "Melodic Strings" will be heard over a coast-to-coast network, New Use For Shaving Bowl Mercer McLeod, who is in charge of the Canadian Radio. Commission's western network program. " T h e Ghost Walker," broadcast from Trail was in a quandary the other day as how to produce the sound of horse's hoofs over the air. He tried the traditional cocoanuts, but found them too hard for radio. He tried every- thing from office equipment to kit- chenware and it wasn't until he was shaving' one morning that he dis- covered the desired effect. His shaving soap was in a wooden bowl. The radio in his room was emitting a rhythmic tune which sud- denly swelled out from the radio causing Mr. McLeod to tap his foot to the beat of the lively air, Not con- tent with that he tapped to the rhythm with the lid of the shaving bowl and the bowl itself. Mercer McLeod's words were, "Great heav- ens, the horse!" Since that time, the shaving bowl has been in constant use. Popular CRCM Feature "Show Time on the Air!" Radio listeners from the Atlantic to the Pa- cific have tome to recognize these five words as their lcey to a half- hour of variety entertainment with a stellar cast generously sprinkled with headliners of stage, screen, and radio, Every Tuesday at eight o'clock Ii,, S.T., "Show Tinie on the Air" brings (Continued on page 7) cl=SNAPSHOT CUIL HAVE A SNAPSHOT PARTY 1 PHOTOFLOOD .Alt. 2FT. SUBJECT •t 3 FT. �1p� CAMERA \`tY 2 PHOTOFLOODS The "magic chair" will prove to be a popular at- traction. SOME people just naturally frown I on the idea of doing anything un- usual or different, but be that as it may, here's a suggestion for a new kind of party. A "Snapshots at Night Party" and the chances are it will be voted by those who are fortunate enough to be invited as an outstand- ing success. To further add to the merriment of the party you might have your guests come in costume. Tell them to come dressed as their favorite movie star, some famous person of history, a character from one of the nursery rhymes, or, you might sim- plify the matter of costumes and make it a regular "Kid Party," all guests dressing as children. Setting the stage for your Snap- shots at Night Party is very simple and can be done before your, guests arrive. Isere is what you do. Place.a chair in an out-of-the-way part of the room so that it will not be dis-' tnrbed by the,gnests as they arrive. Close to the back and to the right of the chair place a floor lamp so that the light bulb is about two feet from the back of the chair,. Now tilt the. shade slightly upward so that it will throw the light directly over and down on the shoulders and head of the person sitting in the chair. About three feet directly in front of the chair place another floor lamp With its shade tilted to throw the light directly ou the front of. your subject and chair, You now have one floor lamp back of and to the right or the chair and another one three feet in front of the chair or subject. With the lamps in this position you will have to take the picture from the side; so place Your camera on a table or some firm support at a point where you can see all of your subject in the finder, If you have a folding camera with an 1.6.3 lens open it to this aperture and set the shutter speed at 1/25 of asecond. With supersensitive panchromatic film in your camera and two Photo- flood bulbs in the lamp' facing the subject and one in the lamp back of the chair you are ready for the ar- rival of your guests and fascinating indoor snapshots at night. In placing your camera be sure that neither of the lights shines di- rectly into the lens of the camera. or shows in your finder. After your guests have arrived lead them ono by ono to the "magic chair," switch on the Photoflood lamps, and—snap-you have the pic- ture. And you can count on much merriment as each faces the camera. Suppose you do not have a camera with a lens as fast as 1.6.8. You can have your party and take pictures with any camera just the same. You can take a short time exposure with- out any change in your set-up. In taking either a snapshot at night at 1/25 of a second or a time exposure picture,, caution your guest not to move when the picture is actually. being taken. You and your guests will have fun at a Snapshots at Night party and in turn you Will have some highly interesting pictures to enjoy look- ing at for many years to come. 69 JOHN VAN GUILDJIR,