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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1933-06-22, Page 6SIX THE WING ADVANCE-TIMVS Thursday, Jug 224(1, 193/ it "ellililgton Fire Insurance Co, Established 1840. taken on all class of insur- *?4ce, at reasonable rates, Plead Office, Guelph, 'Ont. ER GOSENS, Agent, 'Wingham J. W. BUSHFJELI Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, ,Etc. Money to Lean Office—Meyer Block, Win.gham Successor to Dudley Holmes R. S. HETHERINGTON BARRISTER And SOLICITOR Office: Morton Black. Telephone No. Fab. J. H. CRAWFO.RD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc, Successor to R. Vanston,e Wingham - ;O,ntario DR. G. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard's Store,• DR. A. W. IRWIN DENTIST -- X-RAY Office McDonald Block Wingham. DR. G. W. HOWSON DENTIST Office over J. M. McKay's Store. C.LINORt IR✓ Synopsis: Joyce Ashton, poor sten- og'raplrer, suffered loss of ancinory in a skidding taxicab accident in Chicago, One morning two years later else woke, after a fall from her horse, her memory restored, to 'findherself, as Frills,' the wife of Neil Pachard, rich California fruit packer. She de- termined to 'tell nobody of her pre- dicament but set about learning what she could of her life in the interval. From the conversation of her friends and letters in her desk she gathered that she had been' a heartless, pleasure loving young woman. One letter that troubled her was from a woman sign- ing herself as Sophie, blaming Frills for not giving a home to a baby Sophie was caring for.. Could it be her baby, Frills wondered! She also found herself involved in ' an affair with a man named Maitland. In San Francisco, where she went while her husband was away on business, .she met Robert Ainsworth, a poet whose work she had always admirer!. When joyce returned home, she decided to be pleasanter to Neil than Frills .had been. But this line was dangerous, 00 for Neil was pathetically anxious o win back Frills' love. At his re- quest they call upon Neil's mother, tivhom Joyce finds adorable. .,Later, she met the poet, Robert'Ainsworth, t and several times stopped for lunch H. W. COLBORNE, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Medical Representative D. S. C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R. Hambly Phon 54 Wingham DR. ROBT. C. REDMOND ILR.C.S. (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Lond.) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH All Diseases Treated. Office adjoining residence next to Anglican Church on Centre Street. Sunday by- appointment. Osteopathy EIectricity Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. A. R. & F. E. DUVAL CHIROPRACTORS CHIROPRACTIC wad BL ;CTRO THERAPY North Street - Wingham Telephone 300. at his cabin waren she was -horseback riding. One day be started to make love to her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Ainsworth lifted his head, put his hand under her chin and stared down J. ALVIN FOX Licensed Drugless practitioner CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS' TktERAi�it _ i ADIONIC EQUIPMENT Hours by Appointment, Phone 191. Wingham. THOMAS FELLS AfrerlONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A thorough knowledge of Farm Stock Phone 231, Wingham. Ire. Will Pay You to Have An XP2Ri ' At7C'I TdNEEE to conduct your sale. See T. R. BENNETT At The Royal Serviee Station. Phone 1.14W. R. C. ARMSTRONG LIVE STOCK And GENERAL AUCTIONEER O Ability with special training en- able me to give yon satisfaction. Ar- rangements made with W. J'. Brown, Wirrgharn; or direct to. Teeswater, Phone 41r2-2. THOMAS E. SMALL LICENSED AUCTIONEER 20 Ycars' Experience in Farm Stoc and Implements. Moderate Prices, Phone 381. SINGER SEWING MACHINES Needles and .Repays A. J. Walker orad Un dex'taki g the memory of his one daring deed or'. • , ." Leaving his sentence unfin- ishel, he took a cigarette and lighted it. Joyce watching, saw his hand shake as he held the match to the tip. Why did he not come back to her and take her in his arms again? Why did he riot tell her 'he loved her? She had not repulsed him. "Dickie, went on Ainsworth, sit- ting down on the step and picking up the dog who was. nudging at hiirr for attention, "it should be possible, one would think, for a sweet, beautiful girl to visit a man, even in a .lonely place like this' without being er manhandled.." He smoked furiously„ Joyce feeling her knees trembling, sat down on the arm of one of the big redwood chairs and listened sil- ently. "But you see, Dickie, damn it, I've been living here all alone; for months and months, and a man gets to fool- ing himself with his smart delusion that he's self-sufficient, that the lid is on good and ; tight --until, sudden- ly, along comes a girl,'' not just' an ordinary girl, you know,; Dickie, but one with sweetness and beauty and intelligence, one who is a particular All at once she realized the am - . to be with bang' -1 and—well, then, biguousness of her .:position. I'll —everything is off!" come again in a day or two." 1 A chill descended on Joyce, She She was thankful for the ttnconvcn- felt'a vast sickening fear settle down tional slant that made him answer benumbingly over her. What did he cheerfully, "Oh, all right. I have to mean? Did' he—was he sorry for go up to the city' for a day or two. what had happened? A. flame of. I think it's next. Tuesday." white humiliation burned Joyce with"Oh, no, don't . , don't stay away away intolerable pain. She mustIlong," get begged Joyce. quickly and hide herself .from this "But you'll come before I go? Good Lord, it's four whole days till then!" -' :Even though she knew it was late, Joyce drove home slowly. tt was maddening to have to go out to dinner at the Carters'. It was. to be a more or less formal affair followed by a "theatre party." Both Mr. and "Mrs. Carter were de- voted. to Neil, but their aversion to Frills was only thinly veiled. When she was ready to go, Joyce sat at her dressing table, and stared 'dreamily at herself, wondering what Robert would think of her now. "You're looking stunning tonight, n Frills!" Neil had come. exp behind her and interrupted her dreaming. Joyce started at his words and blushed furiously, partly in a sort of shame at• being caught so obviously admiring herself, partly with annoy- ance at being forced to a realization. Neil's right to so address her. She jumped up and went to the closet to- get her evening cloak, remarking cas- ually in a voice of which she tried to keep, out all trace of her nervous ir- ritation. "Thanks' for the , compli- ment, but the credit is really yours. It's a lover ares$ but `I couldn't head. She leaned back against him, suddenly aware 'of the fact that she was almost; limpwith fatigue after the emotional storm she had passed through; and smiled, into the mirror. At that,'he whirled. her around and crushing her to him again buried his face in her .neck. "Oh , .. dearest most beautiful, She put her arms around his shoulders and whispered shyly, "Oh, am T all that , to. you?" "And so much more than I can't put it into words!". he murmured, kissing the tip of he ear. . . After a while Joyce was able to put on. her. ,hat and then, with his aria around her, they set out to walk to the car through the woods. After she was in the car, with Dick- ie on the seat beside her, Ainsworth leaned against it with his arms still around her and gave her a final kiss. "Can't I do the calling' next, time? We've.goeeome serious talking to do about this situation of ours. ° Tell me where. this mysterious aunt of yours lives!" Joyce dropped her eyes suddenly. "Oh—please, let's leave .things as they are," into :her face. Joyce's whirl of ha•p - n e, 1 nis filled he r so f ullf o emotion that she could not hold it all and a little of it spilled over in tears. Iger heart &eat 'if rapid accord with the violent beats which she could plainly feel thumping in Robert Ainsworth's breast. He bent down then and kiss- ed her eyes and her lips. At first, just lightly, almost in playful caress; but amain and again andeach time a. little }tarsier, a little more intense- ly --until finallyr his mouth •crushes; down on hers and it was as if she were lifted out of herself and had lost her identity. After a few moments he released her abruptly. Joyce, so weak, she had to lean against • the bookshelves to keep herself from falling, watched Ainsworth walk to the door and stand there with hisac b ktoher.She could not speak. It seemed to her that they stood thus for an eternity. Finally' he turned around and smil- ed at her again. "Well, there it is. And what happens next? Does the Beautiful I3elinda depart forever in proud wrath and : leave the poor in- setting worm: to live on with only thought.. . • - . She stood up and tried to speak in a casual, ordinary voice. "I think, it's time for azs t', to F, 0,7 Ainsworth jumped to his feef, dropped Dickie unceremoniously, and came to her. "Look here, Joyce!' Don't 'go. You're—oh, what shall I say?" He took her in his arms and kissed her again and again. Then he looked into her eyes, inet her anxious smile andsaid softly, "Oh, what ie there to talk 00.11t? We don't need anwards do we darint ? Y , n 6 Joyce shook her heed \vithout speaking. She. Was.8Wept back again to the heighte' of joyous happiness and she Qlttllg to him now unques- tioning, At last however, she drew herself .way and stood up, straightening her silk blouse with nervous hands and hastily combing her hair, which Ains worth's caresses had rumpled. As she stood in front of the mirror, he came up behind her and put his arms gent- ly around tier body again. IIis eyes met hers in the glass, He was So much taller than Joyce that his chin rested on the top of her curly yellow the devil can I do to win you back? Isn't there any chance for me?. "Oh, please Neil, don't!," , cried Joyce, "don't start that again Come on/, we'll be late and you know Mrs, Carter likes to began on time when she's giving a theatre party af- terwards. Most parties in ., IVlanzanita had a way of splitting yip into couples, and Joyce found herself taken in charge by her dinner partner when they af- terwards set out for the theatre,' This happened to be Paul Packard, much to her satisfaction, for Itis company made it possible to sit without talk- ing during the picture, Joyce delib- eratelyshut her eyes to the satorial allurements of the picture and re- turned in spirit to the little shack on the .lonely -hillside. Before the next afternoon she was torn by such longing to see Robert that she set out for Neil's mother's house in dragging rebellion. Even Mrs,; Packard's gentle gratitude and pleasure failed wholly to rout her constant sense of frustration, "I' wonder whether something is going wrong in the business," Mrs. Packard remarked in the course of the. afternoon, "Neil hasn't been him- self lately." "I don't know," replied Joyce, "h hasn't said anything to me and I b lieve the business is all right." She knew .oally' too well what wasthe cause of Neil's depression but she -could not -tell his mother. "Please don't worry about Neil too much," .she said gently, "I feel sure this is just a temporary thing. There. may be some business deal in the air that Neil is brooding over a little. He'll come out all right, Mrs, Packard looked as if she were grateful for Joyce's effort to relieve her ; mind but:; not wholly convinced that the matter was \so simple, as it sounded. When Neil arrived, Joyce insisted on their leaving shortly after. All the way home she •could not get out of her mind. thatone significant mo- ment when the pinched grayness of Mrs. Packard's face had struck her. "Mother sure looked tired, didn't she?" remarked Neil as they drove Home, "How was she during the af- ternoon? Did she talk much?" "A little less than usual, I think. It seemed to exhaust her. Neil, she's worrying about you. She thinks that omethingis . . They were, both silent. Joyce; did at dare ask what it was that was e e - s -n troubling, him because she feltsure she knew. Joyce lay awake a long time that ight seeing the situation withan ap- palling clearness, from every point of view. "I was ready enough to con- demn Frills for treating Neil the way she did. Y was disgusted at her for haying an affair with Maitland. And natio, just because Robert Ainsworth seems to me to be worth a million Arthur Maitlands, it doesn't make any real difference.: If I deceive, Neil that way, I'm hurting him, too, and I'm .no better than Frill was.And s . and , . . Oh, I feel -like a mis- able worm to be taking all this lux- ry without doing anything .to -de- rye it, even using it to , to hurt eil so terribly. If only he didn't ve me so much. And he was so ppy for a while. • It was ;almost tiful how ' grateful he was • for so tle. Oh, I can't bear to e . to ink of it even." Joyce buried her ce in the pillow 'and tried to stifle e sobs which shook her. At breakfast the next morning Neil anced at her and said, frowning.: ously, "Didn't you sleep, Frills? ou look kind of pale and dragged t this morning, dear." Joyce's nerves were on edge after ✓ stormy night and Neil's concern - tone struck her almost like a ow, To her horror she felt her eYes with a quick rush -of tears, The rried look on his face deepened. Why, sweetheart, what's.. the matter?, en't you well?, Does your head he? Why didn't you stay in bed?" But' Joyce swallowed the lump in. ✓ throat and summoning all her self-control she answered quickly, "Oh, I'll' be all right. I just . didn't er u et have had it if you weren't such a Iv generous provider, my dear Mr, Pac- lo kard." ha Neil `took from her the luxurious' pi cape of sea -green transparent:velvet lit and they went . downstairs together. th "By the way, mother telephoned me fa a little while ago," he said, "the doc- th tor has ordered her to stay in bed a few da,Vs and she wondered if you gl would �come'toxnorrow afternoon and xi sit with lien for a while? She's miss- Y ed you lately . and .. you know: ou and she's so happy at'the way you've been to her .' . I'm worried," he he went on, as he' laid the lovely ed cloak about her shoulders and fox a bl moment held her` to hen, "there's fill something wrong about it. I wish ,I• wo knew what to, do. "Oh, I'm so sorry," exclaimed fer Joyce, "I'll go tomorrow and spend ac the afternoon with her, I've . r I know I've neglected her lately," he "Darling, that's sweet of you . I wish I evonder . , , ]rills, what sleep very well." "Well, you'd better take a nap to- day sometime. What are you doing anything special? he went on. "No, 1 . guess not, I'm going to run out to your mother's for a few rninutes`about noon and take her some inagazinee end books. I niay. ride this afternoon," (Continued Next Week) CAN'T BEAT THE TORIES, SAYS TIM. To the Editur av all thiin Wingliam paypers, Deer` Sur:— Isn't it the quare weather intoirely we do be-afther havin this summer? Shure, the wind kin blow ayther hot arr could, loike wan av third Grit pollytishuns, Wan day ye kin go shtripped.. to the shirt, an the next ye'do be .wearin an overcoat, an the misses wants a foire in the furnace, but in shpoite av it all, the crops nivir looked betther, an whin Mish- ter Binnitt comes home wid a thrunk fill av proizes, that he will be af- ther winnin at the big raffle in ould London, tinge will be all roight agin. , Shure, that confirince they do be houldin at the prisint toime is bike- ly to be wan av the biggest harse thradin evints in the histry av the wurrulcl, an Mishter Binnitt shud he taken a man av ixpayrience loike ine. silf avid him; but mebby he tough I wus"to.e ould, arr the missus 'evrote an tould thin that I wus' nailed` at home to wurrul in the garden. Anny way he nivir invoited ayther nae arr Jarge Shpotton . to go wid him, an indade lie may ]rev• gone further an" fared worse, Thin Grits an U.F•OYs an CC F.' do be houldin maytins all' over th Prawyince as if they: ixpickted an elickshun nixt wake, but Mishter Hio- ry isn't sayin a wurrud,` but jist let - tin thin lads toire thitnsilves -talkin, loike' a fellah in a race who winds himsilf so on the shtart that he has no shpade lift in him fer the home stritch, Anny hoigh school bye kin tell ye that it is• bad polishy to take too long a run befoor-ye lape, but thim Grits nivir had much sinse on how to run elickshuns. Another ting I don't moind tellin ye is that I hey proivate inforrna- shun that thin nointeen arr ' twinty Tory byes, w'ho lost theer sates be rayson av the redishtribushun bill, had to hey sozneting done fer.thirn, an seein that they cudden't all' be made into Sinators arr Poshtmasht- ers, Mishter Hinry prawmised thin FREED FROM PAIN AT 95 What a great thing is must be fox. this woman, after suffering front rheuanatisiii for many years, to be free from pain again at.her age. She writes: -"I should like to tell you that' since I commenced taking Kate schen Salts two years ago, I ant coni.' pletely relieved of rheumatism, from which 1 had beets a great sufferer for' many years, 'I ata now,in my 95t1 year, and 2mch appreciate being free from pain, which I attribute to the• regular dose of Kruschen."-(Mrs.), A.E.S.. If only everyone. would realize that: the "little -daily dose of I' ruschen'.'' is just as important to internal 'clean=• liners as soap and water are to ex- ternal cleanliness, there would soon be no more constipation, no.more sluggish livers, no more rheumatism,. gout or lumbago., • Krusclten is a combination of six salts—each one is necessary to some particular organ of the body. Jost what you need to persuade your sys- tem back into ` a healthy condition. very gently but, very, very surely! lie Wellwood. c hVusette by Bach — Margare Me - Donal ✓ d _ Elegie by Dupont --. Willa MV n - t Leith.. 7 Trio "The . Woods and Groves," by Pattison— Misses Ida 'Brill Laura Hicks and Ruth Robinson. �- " Recitation "The House by the Side of the Roacl," by Foss — June Nich- olson. !Minuet in G:by Beethoven — Fran ces Lockridge. Nevelette by: Schuman Jean s e Lane, Southern Melodies by Honard Lorna McKenzie. Country Garden by Percy Graing- er -- Tena Reid. Girls' Chorus "Fairy Elves" by Bishop. • Recitation "Fairies" by Rose Fyle- man; "Trees" by Joyce Kilmore Jean, VanNorman, Recitation "A visit to Grandma's,:' "The Dead Pussy Cat," - Josephine VanNorman, March by Steabbog — Frank and Roy Renwick. May Bells Ringing by Siewart — Colvin IVtoffatt., Watchman's Song by. Greig — Brock Mckenzie; Elfin Dance by Jensen - Ruth Thaclter: Reading:,. Dorothy Hiscox. Ecossaises by Beethoven; Venetian Love Song by Nevin - Ruth_Robin- son Duet "Good Night" by Mozart — Gladys Moore and Mary Little. • Overture -from "Calif . of Bagdad by . Boieldien — Marion Mitchell, Tena. Reid and Jame Buchanan: "God Save the King." another seshionbefoor the ind av theer pollytickle loives, so to shpake. Whin`that is over they kin go back to theer farrums an awfices \yids an- other year's pay in theer pockits,'an live happily ivir afther, as the, shtory books say. In the nianetoime Mishter Hinry an the resht-ae the byes will kape on borryin money CO snake in -vise - mints fer the banks an insurance. companies, an to build roads an fur nishr w�u ruk fer the.. unimployed min on the farrums. Ye can't bate the Tories. Yours till nixt toime, Timothy Hay.' RECITAL GIVEN IN TEESWATER Miss Gordon, A,T.C.M., held a re- citaI in the United .Church Stinday School in Teeswater oft Friday even - hag last. A number of Wingham girls and boys took part in the pro- gram which was as follows: Boys' Chorus "Gone is the Win- ter" by Bellini. Valse Episode by Kern — Lorna McKenzie and Colvin Moffatt. i a Parisienne, by Wachs Lor- ene Haller. Minuet by ' Bash Jessie •Thac1,°er. March Mignonne by . Poldini -- Clifton Clifton Ireland. Reading 'Music' — June Buchanan, Solo "What Does Little Birdie Say?" Tennyson — Geo, Monteith. Skating by Klein— Catherine Ken- nedy. Slumber Boat by Huertcr - Char- Spotton Seemed Pleased Mr. Geo. Spotter], M.P., was in town -last Wednesday, 'calling on. friends. If we may„say so, the genial George does not seem at all displeas- ed with the effect which the redis- tribution has had on his riding. N. Huron now includes the town of Clinton and the township of Goder- ich, both of which in the past have turned in good Conservativemajorit- ies, but, event with that encouraging aspect when another federal election is called, we'll bet that George won't rest on his oars, but will keep on, do- ing things in a way which even his. political, enemies have to admit is. worthy of his position. e- Pordwich Record. Several times a 'week tate young mandropped a nickel into the old fellow's hat as he passed by on his way to the office. One morning he stopped and said, "Sorry, Torn, but I shan't be able to help you after this; ' I'm going to get married." "What!s� e Tom with exclaimed old ,Co w a flash of resentment, "yott are get- ting married at my expense?" 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