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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1934-11-08, Page 6PAGE SIX SYNOPSIS Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds herself alone in the world with her artist mother's last warning ,ringing in her ears, to "love lightly," Of the world sher. knew little. All her Iife she had lived alone with her motiler in an old brown house in a small rur- al community. All her life, first as a new baby, then a. bubbling child, then a charming young girl . , she had posed for her talented mother who sold her magizine cover painting through an art agent in the city , , Mrs. Church's broken life . . the unfaithful husband, his disappearance and after seventeen years of sil- ence announcement of his death was at last disclosed to Ellen. The news ..(:)f the husband's death killed Mrs. Church. . Ellen, alone, turned to the only contact she knew, the art agent in New York. Posing, years of posing, was her only talent so sbe was introduced to two leading ar- tists, Dick Alven and Sandy Macin- tosh. Both used, her as a model and both fell in love with her , . but Ellen, trying to follow the warped philosophy of her mother to "love lightly" resists, the thought of love. Her circle of friends is small, artists and two or three girls. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "How," he asked, a trifle gruffly, "about love? Doesn't that enter into your scheme of things? Doesn't it, at all. Ellen met his eyes with a chill little expression of withdrawal. "No, Dick'," she said, '"it doesn't. Not at all!" The man's hands dropped quite suddenly to his sides. He turned sharply away. * * * "It's the party of the year, The Six Art Ball" Sandy had told Ellen, a few days Iater. "The one mad revel of twelve whole months. I don't know exactly, why I'm asking you, either, Ellen. Gay is much madder to revel with l" Ellen had spread out two slender,. careless hands. "Take me or leave me, Sandy," she told the young man, indifferently. "And if you don't take me, get it out of your head that I'll spend the even- ing home alone, bending over the ova htubs." Sandy groaned. It was a stage groan. `That's the desperate point of the whole thing," he told her. "If I don't take you, some hated rival will. And 'Pal have to watch you as you have a good time, instead of being the guy who's giving it to you—the good time, I mean! I don't know why I want to give you a good time, El- len, or why anybody else does, for that matter, Except Dick, who is, of course, and dealist. You never give anything in return. Not even friend- ship. How do you get that way; child?" Ellen was posing for an illustra- tion. She was, in the illusrtation, a young mother. Sitting before a fire- place, rocking a baby. The fireplace was a real one—Sandy's studio was de luxe,. But the baby was a round - I headed, flat -faced doll. Holding- it, El- len looked like a small 'girl playing house, But she didn't sound that way when she spoke. "1 play a systema, Sandy," she said. "A system that I'm beginning to think is fool -proof. I take everything that comes my way, and give the least possible of anything back. If I find that anyone is too interested in me, I cut that person off the list, The fact that I'm willing to go to the Six Arts with you, shows how you stand in my—shall we say, affec- tions?" Sandy sketched deftly for a mo- ment, "Sometimes, baby," he said at last, "I'd like to smack you. Other times I have a wild desire to take you up in my arms and kiss a little warmth in- to you. It might as well be .;ie, you know. It will be somebody, some days." "Sometiaies, baby," he said at last, "I'd like to smack you." Ellen thought back to her talk with Dick. Thought back to other talks, with other men. Thought back to a Lost hour, in a garden. And then. an- swered. "It won't be somebody, some day!" she answered, and her mouth was clamped into a firm, straight line. "Anyway," he said, after quite a long while, "you'll go to the Six Arts Ball with me. Won't you, darlin'?" Ellen sat down again in front of the fireplace, and lifted the doll in her arms, and laid her soft cheek against the round top of its hard por- celain head. Over that head her eyes surveyed Sandy almost somberly. But she nodded her assent. For, after all, it was a good party—the Six Arts Ball, A good party! Streamers of colored silk and snap- ping balloons,, and hurrying waiters— their black suits standing out, like blots of ink, against the vividness of the crowded room. The steady, sav- age thud of the jazz bands—two of them'.—at either end of the long dancing space. And slender girl bod- ies in costumes of flame and rose and EVANGELINE BOOTH SAYS GOOD-BYE ', hottsartds . gathered in Madison Square ardehs to say' good-bye and bon voyage to ihvangeli»e doth, who :soon will sail to amine her duties as CO Minder -in -chief of the world Sal - nation Army. She is seen here lead- ing; her well-wishers in singing the Salvation Army Anthem. Shown also on the platform, on right, is Attorn. ey-General Homer S. Cummings. WINGHANC ADVANCE -TIMES green and yellow. 1-I'ouri and Apache Colunl,bine and Civil War belle, Span ish dancer and Russian peasant, All jumbled together in a noisy,' ryt1unic, barbaric composition, Here an author—known for his gift of laughter—sat in a box. ,There a great painter, Making the world, and himself, :forget that he had once won the Prix de Rome, Here a woman whose voice' raised in song brought tears to the eyes of thousands, There a financier who could toss off a -check for million dollars without giving it more than a passing thought, Be- ing Bohemian', and having his own rough bit of going for a few hours out of a crowded life. Streams of colored silk and pop- ping balloons and perfume and jazz, And the throb of feet, the buzz of voices, And, in the middle of it all, Ellen Church. Dancing with Sandy and smiling her chill, provocative little smile, across has shoulder, at any man who passed. Ellen advertising her slim, lovely legs in the brief cos- tume of a page boy. Ellen with one of her much -in -demand hands spread out, on Sandy's broad back, so that other artists might see how pretty her fingers were, and remember them i fever they had a nail polish account to do. Sandy—he was a pirate. Nothing startling about that. But cool, with a tattered shirt, and picturesque with gilt ear hoops and a scarlet silk hand- kerchief, and the eternal Vandyke. "Sornebody'll cut the whiskers off, before the evening's over," Ellen had warned. "And then what a Samson you'll tarn out to be!" "I'm a Samson, anyway, as far as you're concerned l!" Sandy had assur- ed her. "Sandy S. Samson, that's I'm. Without either strength of will, or character!" Ellen laughed and danced with Sandy, and was glad that he danced well The cartoonist tapped Ellen on the shoulder. "Yessir, you're my baby!" he told her, and Ellen danced with him. He relinquished her ruefully when the financier, following him, demanded an introduction, Ellen danced with the financier and tried not to hate his hot, fat fingers on her bare arm. After all, those same fingers could write a check for a million dollars. The author who built laughter espied her in the crowd, and forgot that he had lost his own girl. The evening went on. Ellen had removed the cap that was a part of her brief page costume. "You're not a page—you're less than a paragraph!" Sandy had thrown at her once, from over the heads of the dancers' who passed to and fro between them. She had removed the cap because her head was warm and tired, and ached a little. As she danced—pass- ing from hand to hand, like some pretty, mindless toy, she felt sudden- ly older than all the rest of the room put together, Suddenly more weary, more tired. Certain remarks that she had made to Gay came back to her. Also certain things that her mother, three years agog had said. And in the middle of all the, gayety, was Ellen Church. "I'm different from the rest of you people!" she had told Gay. And her mother had said rather have you sit on the winclaw-sill, separated from the world by bars . than be jostled by the crowd, . ," Ellen, with hot steaming bodies and sharp elbows and sliding ankles all about her, was realizing that if one is different, one can be a part of the crowd — and, at the same time, be sitting on the window -sill! The most popular illustrator of the year claimed Ellen for a dance, tried to keep her for more, A radio star, prancing by, crooned something 'about "1 kiss your hand, main selle'w only she didn't give him a chance to do it. An :actor -world weary., with four wives in his backgrottnd, started to - ward her, aeross the floor, Started as one who seeks, who thirsts, after youth. Ellen, seeing him .come, felt a swift nausea, "I'llfind Sandy," she said. "He's got to take me ' home. I'm tired' of being pawed, and patted, and treated like something that's cheap: What—', But she never finished the thought, or the sentence.' ''For suddenly he had loomed up, out of the crowd in front of her. A tall young than,' with wide shoulders and the brown of the sun on his face. And looking out of that brown, the bluest eyes that '.Ellen had ever seen. He smiled down at her— very far down—for a moment, before he took her, unresisting, andwithout even so much •as n by-your-leave, from the arms of her partner. Ellen, with something odd and disturbing in her heart, with something hot pound- ing against temple and wrist, smiled back at him. Eden's partner, scarcely able to stand, but extremely voluble withal, protested. "Say, hi'rw`d you get that way?" questioned the partner. "I had this waltz with the lady—" But the young man, still smiling down at the tousled, curly top of El- len's head, •danced away. Ellen, feel- ing his arm grow tight about her body, knew that she should have re- sisted that embrace. Even during the free and easy atmosphere of the Six Arts Ball, there were certain conven- tions — especially when the conven- tions concerned the tawdry business of picking up! She should have made somt sort of a protest, whether it rang true or not. But oddly, it wasn't possible for Ellen to draw away from this young man's clasp. Not that he was holding her in a rudely tight manner,—but because she seemed to lack the strength, both physical and mental, to draw away! Why, she had scarcely the strength to speak, to an- swer coherently his opening sentence. As she made an effort, a real effort, to find words, her mind war saying jumbled. things. "Miracles don't happen," her mind was saying. "They can't happen! One didn't allow them to happen." The young man was speaking again. Repeating himself, as if he couldn't think of anything else to say. "Where," he questioned again, "have you been? All of this time!" Ellen had caught hold of her speeding emotions. She found it pos- sible, at last, to answer in kind. "Why," she answered, "I've just been sort of waiting around. Know- ing that if I waited long enough you'd find me. Knowing that—" The thrill that shot down all through her spine, to the very soles of her feet! It was because the young man had kissed her. Kissed her ever so gently upon the very top of her head. Ellen pulled back in his arms to survey him, She'd put him in his place! She'd be cool and scornful and— But her eyes didn't reflect scorn! They dwelt instead upon that brown face. Upon the crumpled Pierrot ruff, under the brown square chin. They rested a moment upon the broad shoulders. And then they tra- veled up, to be lost in the blue, blue gaze that was bent down upon them. To be lost for so long that the young man's voice, sounding huskily, brought with it the crash that comes at the end of a falling -through -space dream. "Let's cut away from this place," said the voice. "See? We --we've got to get acquainted, you and I, And we can't, in this mad house,," Ellen danced in silence half way round the crowded floor. .She needed that breathing space of silent motion, in which to think. ' (Continued Neat Week) a A'HEALTH SERVICE OF THE CANADIAN MEDICAL ASSOCIA71oN AND LIFE' 4NSURANCE COMPANIES. ,N CANADA THE SANITO1.I17M "Not where he is but what he does. will .determine whether he gets well" writes one author on : the subject of treatment of tuberculosis. The same: author agrees that the sanitorinm is the best place for treatment because it is there that the patient learns best what he should and what he should not do, Many who become ill cling to their homes and resent the idea of remov- al from ,their family and the home surroundings, They are somewhat fearful : of an institution, and they have no desire to meet new people or to be under the care of strange doctors and nurses. There was a time when the loca- tion of the sanitoritnn was consid,. ered to be an important point, We !snow now that climate is of relative- ly little importance in the treatment of tuberculosis. Some patients do bet- ter in one climate than in another, but there is no general rule on this subject. The air should be clear, and. free from smoke, dust and odours. One of the reasonsin favour of sanatorium care is that, in sanatorium the patient finds it easier to forgo the new habits of lire Which he must practice if he is to recover and main,• tain ,his health, because he is with others who are doing the same thing, The sanatorium staff is composed of individuals who are .devoting their lives to the fight against tuberculosis, Naturally, • in the sanatorium, are found the special skills used to cont- bat the disease, While it is true that the sanator- ium regime may be copied in the home, it is impossible to be in the home, even whenconfined to bed, and escape the worries of the household, the advice of visitors, the noise of. the streets and the ringing of the telephone bell. Rest --physical and mental -is what is required, and in very few. homes is it possible . to give the patient that completephysical re- laxation and freedom from worry which are required during the early part of his treatment. There are other advantages in the sanatorium for the patient, and over and above all these is the protection that the patient's stay in sanatorium affords his family. Tuberculosis is spread from the sick to the well. It is believed that no one under sixteen years of age should be allowed to live in the same home with an active case of tuberculosis, because of the danger of infection. The patient in sanatorium is no source, of clanger to his family. It is this security that decides many fathers and mothers to accept temporary 'separation from. their familes in order to protect their children. In sanatorium too, they will Iearn how to live so as not to spread the disease when they return to their homes. Questions concerning Health, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 College St., Toronto, will be answered personally by letter. Whitewash Mixtures The various ways of making white- wash either for the adornment of the home or as a disinfectant of certain farm buildings are of penennial in- terest. The mixture used at the Dominion Experimental Station, Scott, Sask., for the inside of buildings used by poul- try, sheep, .hogs and cattle has several materials added to the lime and water. First fifty pounds of lime is dissolved in eight gallons of boiling water. To this is added six gallons of hot water which has ten pounds of salt and one pound of alum dissolved in it. A can of lye is added to every twenty-five gallons of the mixture. A pound of Tbursdirx:y, November 8, 1934 14 15 k "14. >� Ic 26 27 .. 28 29 33 'PIZ% I 135 , 11% 36 alk r7 3839 ''d413 ' 40 I 41 I42 43 32 2 N TIM'S CROSS- WORD PUZZLE Across 1 A Scotch name 3 A point av toime 6 A choild's bed 9 Woe is she! 11 Grant, wid the letthers mixed 13 Perfume 14 Lamint 15 Gintry • 16 Bivirige room 18 Shtarted 20 Gaunt, with the letthers mixed 24 A simian farrumer 25 Enquire fer him at the C.N.R. 26 A koind av shnakey fish 30 A big man in Parleymint 33 Comes at Christmas 34 Full av foorce 35 A trickey Spirit in Shake- speare's "Timpist" 37 To foind out 38 A maker of doors 41 Employed 42 Fur sea baists 43 Ould Irish Capital 44 A place to hould convinshuns 45 Mebby he wud sell ye a suit 46 Found in schools an awfices Down 1 A foine ould Irish name 2 Humbug 4 A koind av flag 5 A. game for winther 7 Bars 8 He sills dresses 10 Shoe bottoms 11 A sound av dishtriss 12 An Italian song writer 13 Dislike 17 A good ting to shtay out av- 18 Dips out wather 19 A shtrate urchin 21 To give a fellah his share 22 A bad shtateto be in 23 A chum , 27 Noted 28 Hivinly Bodies 29 To hitch up a harse wid 30 A fellah that shpells 31 Ye kin git thim at McAvoy's., 32 A girrui's name (Hatty) wid.' the letthers mixed 36 A fellah who kin build chim- neys 37 Scotch fer thrue 39 To venture 40 A place to kape yer money Answers will be found on page 3.. cement to every three gallons is grad- ually added and thoroughly stirred. The object of using alum is to pre- vent the line rubbing off.. Cement makes a more creamy mixture so that it is easier to apply and more surface covered. Lye is added for disinfecting purposes, but a quart of creosol disin- fectant to every eight gallons would serve the same purpose. Lye is pre- ferred when the colour is to be kept white. Frequently inquiries are made for a. waterproof whitewash to be used. out- side. This can be made as follows: Slake 62 pounds of quicklime in 12' gallons of hot water and add two lbs. ofsalt and 1 'Ib. of sulphate of .zinc dissolved in 2 gallons of water. To this mixture add 2 gallons of skim milk. An onnce of alum per gallon, though not essential, would improve• it. Salt should be omitted if requir- ed for metal surfaces which rust. Professional Directory J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan. Office — Meyer Block, Wingham Successor to Dudley Holmes. H. W. COLBORNE. M.D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Medical Representative D. S. 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