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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1939-01-12, Page 6PAGE SIX THE SEAFORTH NEWS ' THURSDAY, JANUARY 12, 1939 The Little Orphan "Is there anything you would like 'particularly for your 'breakfast?" Mrs. Fuller inquired. "Haint no way pertic'lar," said Uncle Eb,"I gen'rally eat buckwheat pancakes an' maple sugar with a good strong 'cup o' tea." "Dunn but I'll go out t' the barn . a minnit 'n take a look at the hosses," be said when she came back, 'The stable is a mile away," she re- plied smiling. "Gran' good team ye druv us out with las' night," he said. "Hed a chance t' look 'em over a leetle 'there at the door. The off hors is puffed some for'ard but if ye'r husband']] put on a cold ,bandage ev'ry night it'll make them legs smoother's a hound's tooth." She thanked him and invited us to look in at the conservatory. "Where's yer husband?" Uncle Eb inquired. 'He's not up yet," said she, "I fear he did not sleep well." "Now Mis Fuller," said Uncle Eb, as we sat waiting, "if there's any- thing I can do t' help jes' le' me know what 'tis." "Thought she was go.in' home with me," said 'Uncle Eh. '0 dear iso!" said Mrs.- Fuller, "she cannot go now. The girl is ill and it's such a long journey." The postman came then with a let- ter for Uncle Eb. It was from David Brower. He would have to be ,gone a week or so bt ying cattle and thought Uncle Bb had better come home as soon as convenient. "They're lonesome," he said, thoatghtful'ly, after ,going over the letter again. ""Taint no wonder — they're gittin' o Uncle Eb was older than either 'of there 1bt1,t he had not thought of that. "'Le's see; 's about eight o'clock," said he, presently. "I'.ve got t' go an''. ten' to some business o' my owp. 1'11. be ,back here some time t' day Mis Fuller an' I'll hev t' see diet girl. Ye. mustn't never try t' 'keep me 'way Prom. her. She's sot on my knee too many Year fer that—altogether too many ." We arranged to meet there at four, yard. A lantern and a ntatnrioth key were suspended above the' 'door and changing upon. the side of the shop was a wooden stair ascending to tl?e chalet. The latter :had a sheathing of weather -worn clapboards. It stood on the rear end of the brick ,building, communicating with the front rooms above the shop, A little stair of five steps ascended frown the landing to its red door that l acked an at n le yard of roofing, adorned with potted plants. The main room of the chalet. where we ate ,our meals and sat 'and talked, of an evening, had the look of a ship's cabin. There were stationary seats along the wall covered with lea- thern cushions. There were port and starboard lanterns.+and a big one of, polished brass that overhung the table. A ship's olock that had a noisy and cheerful tick, was set in the wail, A narrow passage led to the 'room in front and the 'latter had slanting' sides, The big window of little panes, in its further end, let in the light .of William street. Here I found a hoarse for myself—.humble but quaint and Then a servant brought us our hats. cleanly. A thrifty German who, hay- I heard Hope calling as we passed ing long followed the sea, had mar - She said nothing. Presently Uncle Eb sneezed so powerfully that it rat- tled. the crystals on the chandelier and rang in the brass medallions. The first and second 'butlers carne running in with a ,frightened look. There was also n. startled movement from somebody above stairs. "I do sneeze powerful, sometimes," said 'Uncle 'Eb from under his red bandanna. "'S enough t' scare any- body." They brought in our 'breakfast then—a great array of tempting dishes. "jest :hey four pancakes 'n a ,biled egg," said Uncle Eb as he sipped his tea. "Grand teal" he - added, "strong enough t' float a silver dollar too." "Mrs. Fuller," I said rising, when we had finished, "I thank you for your hospitality, but as I shall have to work nights, probably, I must find lodgings near the office." "You must come and see us again," she answered cordially. 'non Satur- day I shall take Hape away for a bit of rest to Saratoga probably—and from there I shall take her to Hills- borough myself for a day or two" "Tore 'long I'm con'iin' down ag'in but I can't 'fool 'round no longer now. 1'11 jes' go'n igit My new clothes and put fer the steamboat. Want ye t' go'n see Hope to -morrow. She's concha' ftp with Mis Fuller next week. I'm ,goin' t' fund out what's the mat- ter uv her then. Somethin's wrong somewhere. Durno what 'tis; She's all upsot." loor gill it had been almost ost as heavy a tical to her as to me—cutting me off as she had done. Rememb- rances of my tender ,devotion to her, in a'lt, the years between then and childhood, must have made her sbre with pity. I had already d•eter mined what I should do, and after 'Uncle Eb had gone that' evening I wrote her 'a long letter and ,asked her if I might not still have some hope of her lov- ing me. I 'begged her .ta .let me know when I might come and talk with her, alone. With what eloquence I could bring to bear I t.o'ld her how my love had ,grown and laid hold of my life. I finished my article that night and, inthe morning, book it to Mr, ,Greel- ey: He was at his desk writing and at the same time giving orders in a querulous tone to some workman w110, sat :beside him. He did not look up as he spoke. He wrote rapidly, his nose down so close to `the straggling, wet lines that I felt a fear of its touching them. I stood by, waiting my opportunity. A full beard•ecl man in his shirt sleeves carte hurriedly out of another room. "Mr. Greeley," he said, halting at the elbow of the great editor, "Yes, what is it?" the editor de- manded nervously, his voice snapping with impatience as he brushed the full page aside and began sowing his thoughts on another. 'Warn our readers. Tell 'em to wear brass ooll- ars with spikes in 'em." The man went away laughing. , Mr. Greeley threw down his pen, gathered his copy and handed it t.o the workman who sat ;beside' !tint, "Proof ready at five!" he shouted as the man was going out of the PEOFESSIONAL •CA12D5 Medical the stairway: '!Won't you come up a minute, Uncle Eb? I want to see you very Then Uncle Eb hurried upstairs and I came away. 1 read the advertisements of aboard and lodging—a perplexing task dor one ignorant Of the town. After many calls I found a place to my liking on Monkey Hill, near Printing House Square. Monkey Hill was the east end •of William street, and not in the least fashionable. There were some neat and cleanly looking houses on it of wood, and ibrick, and brown stone inhabited by small tradesmen; a few shops, a big stable and the chalet sit- ting on a broad, Ilat roof that covered a .portion of the ,stable yard. The yard itself was the summit of Mon- key Hill. It lay between two brick buildings and up the hill, from the .walk, one looked into the gloomy 'cavern of the stable end ander the low roof, on one side, there were dump carts and old coaches in vary- ing stages of .infirmity. There was an ried and 'thrown out his anchor for good and all, naw dwelt in the 'c'halet with his wife and two boarders— both newspaper men. The old shop keeper in front, once a sailor himself, had put the place in ship-shape and leased it to them. Mine 'host bore ,the name :of iOpper and was widely !knows as "All' Right" Opper, from his habit of cheery •approval. ,Everything and everybody ,were ''all right" to 'him so far as I could 'observe. Id he Were /blessed or 'damned he said "all right" To be sure he took exceptions, on occasions, but even then the affair ended with his inevitable ,verdict of "all right." Every suggestion I made as to terms •of .payment and aYrange- ment of furniture was ,promptly stamped with this seal of approval. I was 'comfortably settled and hard at work ,on my article by noon. At four I went to meat Uncle Eb. Hope was still sick in bed .and we came away in a ,frame of mind that could hardly have been more miserable. I tried to induce him to stay a night SEAFORTH CLINIC Dr. E. A. McMaster,-M,B.,•Gradu- ate of University of Toronto, J. D, Colquhoun, M.D., G.M., 'Grad- uate of Dalhousie University, Halifax. The Clinic is fully equipped with, complete and modern x-ray and other up-to-date diagnostic and thereutic equipment Dr, Margaret K. Canvp,bell, L,A.B.P„ Specialist in Diseases in Infants and Children, will be at the Clinic last Thursday in everymonth from 3 to 6P .m. Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Specialist ina Diseases of the Ear, Eye, Nose and Throat, will be at the Clinic the first Tuesday in every month from 4 to, 6 p.m. Free well -baby clinic will be held on the second and last Thursday in every month from 1 to 2 ,p.m, old iron shop, ,that stood flush with with me in my new quarters. the sidewalk, ,flanking the stable ' "I mus'n't," he said cheerfully. • po that He's YOUR O AND, while we're still in a fanciful mood, let's suppose he has suddenly become seriously ill— Then, imagine yourself to be in financial difficulties —your income, never more than $900.00 a year, has Ceased altogether because the factory has shut down temporarily. e You think your little boy may be dying—the doctor orders you to rush with him to the Hospital for Sick Children — you learn it's Pneumonia of the most serious type — that serums alone will cost over $400.00, to say nothing of the special graduate nursing and expert medical attention required, nor of the cost of hospitalization itself. Could you be turned away because of this? There is only one answer to this question. It has been the answer of the Hospital•for Sick Children for 63 years— a youngster's real need for hospital care and medical attention is the only ticket of admission required. Race, creed or financial circumstances are not consid- ered. We know the people of Ontario want it that way. This Hospital has met every emergency which has developed during the 63 years of its existence. It is he 0 11 LF famous throughout the civilized world for the success and efficiency of its medical and nursing staffs and for the low cost at which it is operated. And who pays for this humanitarian work? The doctors give their time absolutely free. The Ontario Government pays 60c per patient per day and the patient or the patient's municipality pays $1.75 on the same basis. That leaves over $1.00 per patient per day of bare cost for which we must appeal annually to humane and generous citizens. This Hospital does NOT share in the funds collected by the Federation for Community Service because patients are admitted from all over Ontario. This year, over $83,000.00 is needed. That means over ten thousand donations if they were to average $8.00 each—or over twenty thousand averaging $4;00. Certainly, a staggering total! So, please make your gift as large as you possibly can. If you cannot afford more—remember that even a dollar bill helps pay for the care of somebody's baby., Kindly mail your donation to the Appeal Secretary, 67 College Street, Toronto., We cannot afford to use any of our much-needed revenue for canvassers or other organized effort to collect money. ICK¶;IIL'DREN 67 GOLL GE' STREET, TORONTO r+a W. C. SPROAT, M.D., F.A.C.S. Surgery Phone 90-W. Office John St., Seaforth DR. H. HUGH ROSS, Physician and Surgeon Late of London Hos- pital, London, England, Special at. tention to diseases of the eye, ear, nose and throat. Office and residence 'be'hind Dominion Bank. Office Phone No. 5; Residence Phone 104. room. "Hello! Brower," he said bending to his work again. "Thongit you'd blown out the gas somewhere." "Waiting until you read this article," I said, He sent a boy for Mr, ,Ottarsos, the city editor. 'Meanwhile he had begun to drive his pen across the broad sheets with tremendous energy. Somehow it reminded me of a man plowing ,black furrows behind a ,fast walking team in a snow flurry. His mind- was '.straddle the furrow"• when. Mr. Ottarson came in. There was a moment of silence in which the lat- ter stood scanting e. page of the Her- ald he had :brought with ,hint. ",0ttarson!" said Mr, Greeley, nev- er slacking the pace of his busy hand, as he held my manuscript in the other, "read this. Tell me what you think of it. If good, give him a show." "The staff is full, Mr. Greeley, said the man of the city desk. His words cut me with disappointment. The editor of the Tribune halted his hand an instant, read the last lines, scratching a word and under- scoring another, "Droit care!" he :shrilled, as he went on writing. "(Used to slide down hill with his father. If 'he's got brains we'll pay him." The city editor beckoned to me and I followed ]tint into another room. "1f you will leave your address," he said, ''I will let you !near from me when we have read the article," With the hasty confidence of youth I began to discount my future that very day—ordering .a full dress snit, of the best tailor, hat and shoes to match and a complement of neck wear that would have done credit to Beau Brummel. It gave me a start when I saw the bill would, empty my pocket of more than bald its cash. But I had a stiff pace to follow, and every reason to look my :hest. CHAPTER XXXII I took a walk in the long twilight of that evening. As it 'began to :grow dark I passed the Fuller house and looked up at its windows. Standing under a tree on the opposite side of the avenue I saw a man come out of the door and walk away hurriedly with long strides. 1 met him at the next corner, "Good evening!" he said. I recognized then the voice and fig- ure of John 'Trumball. "Been to 'Ful'ler's," .said he. , "How is Hope?" I asked. ";Better," said he. "Walk with me?" "With pleasure," said 1, and then he quickened his 'pace+ We walked awhile in silence, going so fast 1 had hardly time to speak, and the clarkness deepened into night.' We hurried along through streets and alleys that were but dimly lighted conning out at length on a wide aven- ue passing through open fields in the upper part of the cit,': Lights in cabin windows ,glowed on the hills around us. I made some remark about them bot he chcl not 'hear mc. He slackened pace in a moment and began whispering to himself -1 could I)R. F. J. BURROWS, Office Main St., Seaforth, over Dominion Bank. Hours 2-15 and 7 to 8 p,m. and by ap- pointment. Residence, Goderich 5t., two doors west of United Church. Phone 416, . DR. F. J. R. FORSTER— Eye Ear, Nose and Throat. Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto 111397. Late Assistant New York Ophthal- mic and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye, and 'Golden Square throat hospi- tals, London. At Commercial Hotel, Seaforth, third Wednesday in each anonVh from 1.30 p.m, to .5 p.m, Auctioneer. .iEORGE ELLIOTT, Licensed Auctioneer for the County of Hume. 'arrangements can be made for Sale Date at The Seaforth News. Charges moderate and satisfaction guaranteed F. W. AHRENS, Licensed Auctiot eer for Perth and Huron Counties. Sales Solicited. Terms on Application, Farm Stock, chattels and real estate orgperty, R. R. No. 4, Mitchell. Phone 634 r 6. Apply at this office. WATSON & REID REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENCY (Successors to James Watson) MAIN ST„ SEAFORTH, ONT. All kinds of Insurance risks effect- ed at lowest rates in Firs t-C]ass Companies. THE McKILLOP Motuai Fire insurance Ge HEAD OFFICE—SEAFORTH, Out. OFF( CERS President, Thomas Moylan, Sea - forth; Vice President, William Knox, Londesboro; Secretary Treasurer, M A. Reid, Seaforth. AGENTS F. McKercher, R.R.,1, Dublin; John E. Pepper, R.R.1, Brucefield; E. R. G. Jarmouth, Brodhagen; James Watt, Blyth; C. F. Hewitt, Kincardine; Wm. Yea. Holmesville. DIRECTORS Alex, Broadfaot, Seaforth Na 3; James S'holdice, Walton; Wm. Knox, Londesboro; George Leonhardt, Bornholm No. 1; Frank McGregor, Clinton No. 5; James Connolly, God- erich; Alex McEwing, Blyth No. 1; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth No. 5; Wm. R. Archibald, Seaforth No. 4. Parties desirous to effect insurance or transact other business, will 'be promptly attended to by applications to any of the above named officers addressed to their respective post- offi ces. not hear what he said. I thought of bidding him good -night and returning but where were we and how could I. find any way? We heard a !horse .conning presently et a' gallop. At 'the first loud whack of 'the hoofs he turn- ed suddenly, and laying hold of my arm began to run, I followed• him into the darkness of the open field. It gave me a .spall of rare excitement for I •thought at once of 'highwaymen —having read so much of them in the Tribune. He stopped ` soddenly and. stooped low his !rands touching the grass and neither spoke until the horse e had gone well beyond us Then he rose. stealthily, and looked,about him in silence, even turning. his face to the dark sky where only a few stars were visible.