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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1933-03-09, Page 6PAGE SIX Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co, Established 1840. Risks taken on all class of insur-, Ince at reasonable rates, Head °Mee, Guelph, Ont. !,BNER COSENS, Agent, Wingha>,•n J. W. BUSUFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan Office—Meyer 'Block, ,Wingham Successor to Dudley Holmes R. S. HETHERINGTON to BARRISTER And "SOLICITOR' in Office: Morton Block. h Telephone No. 66. fe sc to J. H. CRAWFORD s Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. w Successor to R. Vanstone lit Wingham - Ontario fa ;• DR. G. H.' ROSS in DENTIST 1. tl Office Over •Isard's Store, INt DR. A. W. IRWIN s DENTIST — X-RAY . I Office, McDonald Block, Wingham. a D.R. G. W. HOWSON i s DENTIST Office over J. M. 1MLcKay's Store. b H. W. COLBORNE, M.D. b Physician and Surgeon Y Medical Representative D. S. C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R. Hambly Phon 54 Wingham DR. ROBT. C. REDMOND f M.R.C.S. (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Lond.) s PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH All Diseases Treated. Office adjoining residence next to Anglican Church on Centre Street. t Sunday by appointment. i Osteopathy Electricity Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8" p.m. 1 A.R.&F. E.DUVAL Licensed Drugless Practitioners. Chiropractic and Electro Therapy. Graduates of Canadian Chiropractic I College, Toronto, and National Col- lege, Chicago. Out :of town and night calls res- I ponded to. All business confidential. 1 Phone 300.' 1 Licensed Dragless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS THERAPY' - RADIONIC < EQUIPMENT 4 Hours by Appointment. - Phone 191. J. ALVIN FOX Wingham. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A thorough knowledge of Farm Stock Phone 231, Wingham. It Will Pay You to Have An. EXPERT AUCTIONEER to conduct your sale. See T. R. BENNETT At The Royal Service Station. Phone 174W. R. C. ARMSTRONG R. .. LIVE STOCK And GENERAL AUCTIONEER Ability with special training en- able me to give you satisfaction. Ar rangetnents made with W. 5, Brown, Wingham; or direct to Teeswater, Phone 45r2-2. THOMAS E. SMALL LICENSED AUCTIONEER 20 Years' Experience in Farm Stock and Implements. Moderate Prices, Phone 381, I1�G' SINGER SEWING MACHINES Neodles ancl Repairs A. 1 Walker Furniture and Ui dertakirl g THE WING•HAM ADVANCE -TIMES U r'?' o�� .alts y�: a '""S° Il• pa I ,EAA'f Dol A, Co. I .irs Oat, eiy Ycmear c.. ,s *er v* Wert t mk t ties• a ate} n _ - FINAL INSTALMENT Dennis left New York by the af- rnoon train. He had wired to Paul- ; paid his bill,. and departed. He ardly knew what he left, or if he It nothing at all, but he was con- ious of a burning desire for the sun cease shining. He felt like a man ho iiad been absorbed in watching ame unreal drama on the stage and. ho now walks obit again in the same ht of day. He tried to analyze himself and iled. He supposed that'other men had iagined themselves desperately' in le • with some woman other than eir wives, and had iiaid as' he was dying. Imagined! Had he imagined: ? Or was it real? Was it still real? He had not found the answer he 4ught when the train stopped, and 'auline was there at the window. "Darling."She rushed in the car id hugged him; she poured out all n a breath how happy. she was to ee him again, how awful it had been. without him. "Really awful, Dennis!"` —and how she was longing to be ack in her own - home. "Mother's better, and Daddy's ack, so to-mrorow I think we might go, don't you?" "Yes—anything you : like." said Dennis: "And Barbara? How is darling Barbie? Dennis was taking his bagdown. rorn the " rack. "She's all right. I ow her this morning just to say "To her husband to Douglas Stark again! I can't believe it; she hated him—oh, poor Barbie! Ob, I: wonder what has become of the oth- er man — the one 'site really loved." "Do you think she did ever love anyone?" "Of course she did. I know her sci well—there was someone she simply adored, Dennis," O'Hara said nothing, but he was thinking again of.:that day on the road when he and Barbara were mot- oring together of the moment when he struggled out of uncon- sciousness to the broken voice -"Oh, my dear, Dennis, Dennis," He moved abruptly. "Take your hat and coat off, Pauline, and let's have tea." "Very well, 'I won't be a:' minute." Dennis sat down;by the fire. It. was good to be at home again—he found himself wondering why he had ever gone"away. And, yet -if he had the time over again he knew he would do the same thing, And now Barbara was going back to Douglas Stark! Why, in God's name? He shut his eyes and tried to picture her face the face he had loved. Did he still love her, or had he never loved her? Or was it pos- sible for a man to love two women at the same time? " Did she love him? rood -bye." "I wrote to her the day before esterday," Pauline said• She was Batching him with bright eyes. "Did' he tell you, Dennis?" "No. What did you write to her bout?" Pauline smiled mysteriously. "I'll ell you to-morrow—whenwe're back. n our own home"and then, with tug at his hand, "Oh, Dennis, it's ike heaven to have you back again!"' She was such a child, Dennis hought, as he;listened. to her chatter. Her, eyes danced, and she leaned ter cheek against him for a moment. "I believe you're really glad to lave me back," she said. "I am—very glad." They were on the porch now, and the cab they had taken from the sta.- ion was driving away down the road. tennis put, his arm round little Paul ne, and kissed her. "Have. you ever loved anyone but ne, Pauline?" he asked. She did not nptice the little accent n the second word, shewas too eag- ✓ to clamour her reply. "Never, )ennis, darling, never! and; I never hall." * * * They went back to their own home he following day. • Pauline was very rtttiet on the journey, and when they arrived she went from room to room looking at everything with eager pride before she took off her hat and coat. "I feel as if it's years since we. went away," she said. "Does it seem like that to you, Dennis?" "Yes." Pauline had discovered some letters on the mantelshelf. "Here's one from Barbie," she said eagerly. "How sweet of her to write and welcome us home." Dennis did not answer, he was looking out of the window at the bleak garden. Pauline, absorbed in her reading, suddenly gave a smothered cry. "Oh —Dennis! What do you think?" "Barbie is going to be married— and who do you think it is?" "I don't know." "Barbara? The blood rushed to his face, "What made yon tell leer?" And Pauline answered happily: "Because she is my best friend and because I love her." There was a little • silence, then Pauline said, "But I'm sorry about one thing." "What is that, Tuppenny?" "Barbara said in her letter, 'Don't ask me to; be. godmother I'm not the right sort to bring up a child in the way it .should go'—I'm so sonny about that, because I know she'd bring him up most beautifully, bless her." "Him?" said Dennis with raised eyebrows and a very softened look It was some months later that Stornaway, tip in town again for one oft his flying visits, chanced across Jerry Barnet in the bar of a West End restaurant, Jerry was very much the worse for drink, but he recognized Stornaway and came up to lim and smacked him 00 the 'back, " 'Member ne?" he demanded. "Can't 'member your name, but knew you long time ago with O'Hara," "Oh, yes," Stornaway offered his hand, "And how's the world been using you?" The world, it appeared, had been using Jerry badly -damned badly! He had; lost all his money again and had been forced to borrow. "Never been thesame since Barbie Stark chucked. me," he bemoaned his fate. ` "Never been the same since she went back to Douglas, blast him! Awful!, • "Of course," Stornaway. remember- ed Barbara vividly—indeed, very few people, especially men, ever forgot her. ' "Very fine woman," he said. "Fine!" Jerry was almost in tears as he explained how fine, how 'damn- ed fine she was. "I love that wo- man," he said, leaning heavily on the counter. "I'd Wave—I'd 'ave died for. in'his:eyes: her and she chucked me. I want t' "Of course it will be a him" Paul 'se her," he added wistfully. "Want ine said di:eamily. And I should I to 'poligize, say I'm sorry for what I told that chap O'Hara." 'What' did. you tell him?" Storn- away was not interested, he wanted to get away, but Jerry had him by the lapel of the coat. "I told him disgustin'. thing," Jerry said heavily. "Thing no man who's gentleitan" should say 'bout any wo- man; 'specially when it's not true. I was always jealous of .O'Hara, yes, I was, Always with Barbie at one time, always!' Not fair; he'd got pret- ty-little rettylittle wife of 'is own," 'I don't expect O'Hara minded,' whatever it was," Stornaway' said. like him to be just like you. Of course, if it is a girl I shall call a her Barbara whether she'll be godmoth- er or not." "Oh, I shouldn't do said hurriedly. "But why not? It's a lovely name." Yes, it was a lovely name. Once, for a little while of madness it had been the most beautiful name in the world to Dennis O'Hara, but now -- 'Pray ow—"Pray. God I never see her again," was his passionate thought as he sat there so still in the firelight and, lis - that," Dennis. If so, why had she told hint the truth about Barnet and so sent him away. "Tea will be ready directly," she said. She sat down on the rug at his feet and snuggled up againts him: "Happy to be home?" "Wonderful." She took his hand and kissed it, and Dennis hated him- self because the sudden thought came to him that if he had been there with Barbara—he would have kissed her hands -her beautiful hands. . "I. want to tell you something, Dennis, darling." "What is it? Are you in debt? Can't pay the butcher or something?" She pretended to be offended. "How dare you? I'm a wonderful housekeeper." "So you are." He kissed her and leaned back again. "Don't strangle me, my child—what is it?" But she hid her, face against his coat while she told him by asking a little question that wavered between happy tears and happier laughter. "Dennis . would you like to have a son?" It was some time late over the tea Wand hot toast that D.ennsi said "This wonderful secret does yourmo- ther know?" "Not yet , only you, darling—and Barbara." tened to his wife's chatter. It was after tea, when Pauline was bustling about the house that Dennis got up from his chair and went over to the mantelpiece where Barbara's queer wedding present stood. Some- how it had never meant very much to, him until now—he had been rath- er impatient of its obvious sentiment —but to -night it seemed to appeal to him almost as if it had been a mes- sage from Barbara herself. "Love locked out." What had she intended it for—for him? -for herself—or just for noth- ing •at' all? He turned away impatiently. Why had' it been allowed that he should love her— and where would they have drifted but for Barnet? The dream was ended. He was a married man with a wife who adored him—and perhaps soon the nursery of which he knew Pauline had dream- ed so many dreams would be a real- ity. A• son of his own. Upstairs •he could hear Pauline moving about, singing 'happily, . and with a suden sense of loneliness he went to the foot of the stairs and called. 'to her: "Pauline." "Yes, my precious." "Come here. I want you," * * * "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill -will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigh- ed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on/Barbie,:1 know." He leaned, for- ward and whispered something in Stornaway's reluctant ear — "that's what I' told him,": he said ponderous- ly. "Just that — and it was a lie damned lie!" Stornaway moved restlessly; he wished Jerry Barnet and his unsav- ory confidences at the bottom of the sea, but Jerry : still persisted. "Often thought I'd like t' see him. and tell him! Make hon'rable am- ends. Can't bear to think I.' told 'a lie. Awful. Barbie was the best— best in the world, and I'd like t' tell O'Hara." He dragged Stornaway closer to him. "Here—if you were me, what'd you do? Would you tell him? You say, and I'll do what you say. Would you tell him if you were me -as one pal to 'nother, now?" Stornaway looked away from his companion's flushed face, and for a moment he 'visualized Dennis O'Hara as he had last seen him, in his own. room, waiting restlessly downstairs, while in the room above. . Then when he - Stornaway had ':come down to tell him, "It's all right -a boy -fine' youngster" Dennis's face. Dennis was very fond of his little -wife, and Stornaway knew it. Jerry bombarded him again: "If you were me would you tell him?" Stornaway shook his head. "No," he said decidedly. "No, I don't think I should tell hint:" THE END. •'A• A HEALTH SERVICE OF THE CANADIAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION AND LIFEi INSURANCE COMPANIES IN CANADA SLEEP AND HEALTH Considering the amount of time we spend in bed and the large part of our live that is passed in sleep, i Thursday, March 9th, 1933 Any little soreness in the throat grows rapidly worse if neglected. Crush some tablets of Aspirin in some water, and gargle at once. This gives you instant relief, and reduces danger from infection. One good gargle and you can feel safe. If all soreness is not gone promptly, repeat. There's usually a cold with the sore throat, so take two tablets to throw off your cold, headache, stiffness or other cold, symptoms. Aspirin relieves neuralgia, neuritis, too. • Use it freely; it does not hurt the heart. TRADE -MARK. REG. IN CANADA A� BAYER appears that, by the tine we reach adult life, we -may` fairly claim to be experienced sleepo-s. The art of going to sleep is -a hab- it. Most adults go to bed as a rout- ine, and such a routine favors the habit of going to sleep readily. The. amount of sleep that is required by different " individuals varies.The heed of each individual for sleep is proportionateto his physical and mental work. What causes sleep has not been de- termined. Nerve cells are active as long as we are. awake. As a result of their activity, waste products or fatigue substances are produced and. these, acting as a mild drug, may be the cause of sleep. It is also sug- gested that life moves in a rythm of:. activity and rest. Sleep, as the best form of rest, is a part of this natur- al rythm. We know, from common `experien ce, that when blood is drawn from the brain to other parts of the body we become sleepy. This feeling we experience after eating when more of the blood supply is diverted to the abdomen to play its part in the di- gestive process. When we are in a, warm room, the arteries of the skin dilate and we become drowsy; cool- ing of the room wakes us up as the skin arteries contract and more blood is diverted to the brain. Generally we rest better when things arequiet or when the only noises are those to which we are ac- customed. If we are used to certain noises, absolute quiet may keep us awake. That is why the city dweller finds the stillness of the country just as disturbing for a time as the new- comer to the city finds his rest troub- led by the noises of the city streets, A rest at noon, or forty winks, serves as a real restorer for many people. At night, ourbedroom, should be quiet and dark, with the air kept cool and fresh, Thebed-clothes should be light and the sheets free from wrinkles. As we turnl:in our sleep many times, the, position we as- sume in going to sleep is of no im- portance, but the bed -clothes should not be fixed so tightly as to inter- fere with these natural movements. We may do without sleep .for. 'a' time, but if this .is, long -continued, exhaustion eventually :occurs, We would die more quickly from the lack of sleep than from the lack of food. Sleep is needed to allow the body to recover from fatigue. tial to health. in Questions concerning Health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 College, St., '.Toronto,: will be answered personally by letter. GEMS FROM LIFE'S` SCRAP -BOOK "God has prohibitied despair." Mme, Swetchine. * * Sleep is essen- "We never need to despair of 'ai honest heart."—Mary Baker Eddy. "Despair is the greatest of our 'er- rors."—Vauvenargues. I, ' "He is : the truly courageous who never desponds."—Confucius. �K * * "He that depairs measures Provi- dence by his own little contracted' model."—South. * "It is impossible for that man .to• despair: who remembers that His. Helper is omnipotent."—Jeremy Tay- lor. "sa * Remember: Helen Keller was not overcome by the many obstacles in, her path — she conquered them. marl ADVERTISE! Is the business outlook bad? Advertise. Think the money market "mad? Advertise. Grumbling never pays the rent, Worry does not yield a cent, If on profits you are bent, Advertise. "Good times' 'is a state of mind, Advertise. Faith pay dividends, you'll find, Advertise. Rise above depression's mist, Delet dull days from your list, Be a busi'hess optimist, Advertise. If you have anything to sell, Advertise. Say it often, say it well, Advertise.' Advertise your wares today, Advertise the modern way, Advertise—make it pay, . Advertise. Grenville Kleiser: THE FAMILY NEXT DOOR He's Certainly A Thought- ful Guy TVE GOT TO SHUN , OUT TO `THE STORE LINK, ' 1-1E ANYBODY CALLS FOR MCTELL. 'Tl -\EM ILL' 1I0i4T BACK tSirfY 'RUN ALONG 'rELLO, NELLCS, - O'ra G' T•i- "r' \UNG UP! . w I • zs , imagb DID HE CALL UNCLE 3AY? 1 DONT KNOW , BETTY -t HAD `C' GO DOWN IN TH' EASEMENT AND SOMEBODY CALLED • WHILE 1 WAS DOWN "THERE, gUT 'CHEM WERE GONE WHEN 1 GOT. tA OP HERE -rlAAT WASN'T JAMES -1-1E WOULDN'T BE So INCONSIDERNTE AS Teo CALL WHILE YOU WERE IN THE ` 7 BASEMENT t ,1 tat-, ,r: