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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1931-04-02, Page 6PAGE SIX TIE WINrGHAM ADVANCE -TIMES Aix ik.TAgharn Advan4e-Tirnes. Every Thursday Morning W. Logan. Craig - Publisher Publishedat , WINOHAM ONTARIO "Subscription rates --- One year $ Six meatlt$ $L00, in advance, To U. S. A. $2:50 per year, Advertising rates •an application.. Wellington MotUal Fire IYASUrake Co, Established 1840 Risks ur_ taken on all class of ins entre at reasonable ,aces. Ont. BN1ER CO Head Office, GGuelph, SEN , "" I-Txt eel J. W. DODD Two doors southof Field's Butcher, shop. VIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENT AND HEALTH INSURAN E AND REAL ESTATE 46' . 0. Bos. 366 ONTARIO WINGHAM, J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor," Notary, Etc. Money to Loan Office—Meyer Block, Wingham Successor to Dudley Holmes J. H. CRAW FORD Etc. Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Successor to R. Vanstone Ontario Wingham /161:4°M Y t i Rn,s rz.l,at:4Il A EN N " said Mar , cautiously, Oh, heavenly day! It's five past Gee: that ts pretty! sad Y Len Johnson sat down t eight, and Liz says to wake her at , Margaret. Petheridge Johnson, in an sent an interrogative glance to t to lone bedroom door. He was a small, timid awed whisper. Small, shabby, alone, ex- man, with strands of silky hair brush - and shuddering with pleasurable damp and neat across the shining citement and chill, she hung upon the ed1? gate ofpaternal the residence . and bald dome of his head. paid to the :miracle of paling and "Mad?" he asked without sound. brightening vin lights and colours in the gray world about her an involuntary tribute •of delight and reverence. Behind her shabby little back, and the dragged strings of her shabby lit- tle kitchen apron, and the carelessly massed ringlets of her tousled Little head, the sun was rising. The Johnson cottage stood at the very top of a steep city block. It was a meek, self-sacrificing little dwelling, Maggie set down her glass, looked straight at him, looked at the bed- room door, and shook her head, "You wakin' her up—" Len John - San .breathed thed "almost inaudibly. "She didn't care!" Maggie shaped the words with her lips, rather than said them. Mrs. Johson, lured by the appetiz- ing odours kitchen -ward, appeared majestically in the doorway. disreputable, lacking paint. Behind ! A worn and spotted kimona' was the cottage was a low row of miser -;wrapped about her, her rich dark able "outbuildings, none able to stand ba'f-pas' seven!" "For heaven's sake, what is it Mag- gie?" Mrs. Johnson screamed agi- tatedly a 'moment later. "Don't come flying out of rooms that way—You'll have me in a faint on the floor. What has happened! What is it!" "What's happened is that Liz John- son and all her bedclothes are down on the floor!" Maggie answered, her voice tearful with rage. "And the. next time she wears my only silk stockings, I'll have her arrested — that's what's the matter! I went with- out lunches four days for those stock- ings, and she's. got 'em full,of ruts, and I want to tell you—Where's Pop?" She interrupted herself, sud- denly calmly. "Has Pop gone?" she demanded blankly, her angry face. taking on an almost ludicrous look of concern and disappointment. "Maggie, I wish you wouldn't be so sharp with 'Lizabeth,"'her moth- er said, protestingly; "it's common to have two sisters always squabblin'. If she borrowed your stockin's— " Thursday, Arpil 2ncl, 1931 Maggie had danced along the frosty winter stret beside the bent, meek little figure of Len Johnson, postman, chattering, with her usual eager rush, of everything in generaland of them- selves in particular. Len Johnson made almost no re.. sponse, She was always like this, her eyes, her voice, her feet. eager in the rush of joyous vitality that marked for Maggie, the rise of every new day. But even he took Maggie largely as a 'natter of course, 'Lizabeth was the family beauty, aristocratic and exact- ing • and discontented, like her mother B —and poor Minnie—well, she hadn't made nisch of a match when she had chosen Leonard Johnson, and she had never let him forget it. They had had a few years of real unhappiness, J. A. MORTON BARRISTER, ETC. io Ontar Wingham, DR. G. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard"s Store H. W. C® LBORNE, M.D. Surgeon Physician and Sur g Medical Representative D. S. C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R Harnbly Phone 54 Wingham DR. ET. C. REDMOND iA R,C.S. (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Lord.) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON alone, each one yet managing to af- ford a wretched support to its neigh- bour. On this cool winter morning, a light from the kitchen window lay warm and yellow .across the bright- ening yard, and a cat, huddled dis- gustedly against the closed kitchen door, mewed occasionally in a pro- testing and affronted fashion. The two figures that were at the street gate, however, saw and heard nothing of this. One of thein was a small cur dog. The other figure was (been under the eyes of a cat; her that of Maggie Johnson. mother, automatically stirring her "It's pretty, she said aloud, -in a 'coffee and reaching for sugar and hair wasin disorder, her eyes were fixed steadily upon her husband's shrinking form. Maggie leaped to her feet, and as her mother, who was an enormous woman, sank heavily in- to tate vacated chair, she busied her- self with the coffee-pot and sacrificed without a second's hesitation, the toast she had made for herself. While she spread fresh slices on the oven grating, she watchedbath parents uneasily. Her father, pre- tending to eat and to act naturally, was smitten as a mouse might have dreamy voice, as the gold flashed on distant windows and dripped through trees, and the familiar silhouette of the city grew more and more recog- nizable. "It's like it was a big tide— washin' everyone along 'before it!" For as she hung there, tranced, whistles far away and nearby shrilled the quarter before seven o'clock, and the early workers in factories and in the big machine shops began to gath- er visibly in the streets. For a few minutes, their shadows moved, long and red, ahead of thein. Then it was day, ordinary, commonplace, work - time again, and Maggie, rousing her- self with a ;guilty start from the lux- ury of dreaming, returned to her household cares with the velocity of a little dynamo. The sense of beauty and adventure was still strong upon her as she caught up the bottles that supplied the Johnsons with their breakfast milk and cream, and fled back to the i neglected kitchen. [ There was everything, domestically l speaking; to be done in the kitchen, een t Maggie's but nobody in vent years had ever done it, .or even half l done it, and the wild disorder trou- bled her not at all. At seventeen, al o peculiarity youthful and innocent sev- enteen, she was not analytical.. She , had spent every night of her life un- 1 der this low, old-fashioned cottage roof and the dirt and disorder that Ma and Liz created in their wake and spread about them insantly were one of the simple and unavoidable cora' tions of her life. Maggie had to push aside the sugar bowl and the blue plate of stale and broken soda crackers, to find room on the cluttered table to cut the fresh loaf; she had to unearth the coffee- pot from the confusion of the sink and rinse away the cuff of black ground from its spout before she could mix fresh coffee and set it on the stove to boil. This. done, she seized an instant to run into the adjoining bedroom and whisper into the ear of the man who lay asleep there: "Seven, Pop! Lissen — seven o'clock!" The man, a small, huddled, insig- nificant figure in the close gloom of the ugly Iittle room, roused himself alertly, The double bed's other oc- cupant also roused, groaned, and Haggis's mother stirred reluctantly and asked anxiously, apparently out of deep slumber: 'Maggie, how's the Mayor?" "I' didn't have time to look, Ma. Butdon't, get up," the girl urged her, concernedly. "I'll Il tri ng you in some breakfast, and the paper too!" "It don't seem right that you should," Mrs. Johnson said perfunc- torily. "Is 'Lizabeth up?" she asked. "You make her do her, share! The worst of housekeeping," Ping, f Mrs, John- son, who had a very slight ace u aint- ante with the subject, resumed, sigh- ing, "is dividing up the work so one don't get it all." to Maggie, too well accustomed gg , these rambling dissertations to waste time in listening to them, had return- ed to the kitchen, She poured her father, who carne taoiselessly out in stinan's gray, a cupof smok- ingpo g Y, ing coffee, poured herself a glass of milk, and put the toast and butter be- tween them. DR. R. L. STEWART Graduate of University of Toronto, Faculty of Medicine; Licentiate of the Ontario College of Physicians and Surgeons. Office in Chisholm' Block Josephine Street. Phone 29 DR. G. Office over W. HOWSON DENTIST John Galbraith's Store. F. A. PARKER . OSTEOPATH All Diseases Tied Office adjoining residence next "Anglican Church on Centre Street. Sundays by appointment. Osteopathy Electricity Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 v.m. cream, never moved her gaze from him. "I could laugh at this," she said presently, in a clear, . rich, rolling voice, every word enunciated. "I—a Petheridge—eatin in • my kitchen! And waitin' on me—is my daughter! This don't seem funny to Maggie, Len, but—considerin' the home you took me from, and the way things was there, I should think it's seem funny to you! Don't it?" Len Johnson started nervously as the last word was shot at him. "Indeed it don't my dear! You're quite right, I think we get along reel well—considerin'." "Considerin' what?" the woman asked with quiet menace. "Considerin' that your sister is en- tirely beyond our control, and don't ,., was away from it all for the forty minutes of his lunch "flour," but it seemed all to be with him still --the noise of it, the confusion, the horrible smells, A gong, above him, behind him,. somewhere up the wide, dirty, utilita rian bricksteps that rosesteeply be- tween two marred and grimy white brick walls, rang twice, That meant that the second lunch shift was due to report upstairs and relieve thee third, The boy heard it, but he not move in its direction. Instead, he took from his pocket a small folded yellow envelope of stout, brown paper and looked with- in it, It contained money -three dol- lars, some cents. He had been work-- ing a day, or he would have been working that long, when the store closed to -night. His pay was at the rate of twenty-two dollars per week, He had dropped the torn envelope and was putting the money into his pocket when a sound in his neighbor- hood made him turn suddenly, at the foot of the stairs. He was not, ap- parently, the only occupant of the basement. Leonard junior had die& 'Lizabeth had been critically ill for months, bills, from doctors, undertaker, nurse, hospitals, had , accumulated like au- tumn leaves, and poor Minnie's an- ger that there was to be a third child had added the last touch to her hus- band's despair. In that same dark, tumbled bed- room off the kitchen from which she had impressively emerged this morn- ing, Minnie had quite unexpectedly brought a second daughter into the world, a tiny girl, born too soon, and promising to quit the world as un- ceremoneously as she had ,entered it. Who indeed could have dreamed. that gasping mite, that little drown- ed rat," was going to turn in a few years to definite, companionable, lov- ing, eager little Maggie.? After the general collapse of the family fortunes and the loss of her only son, Mrs. Johnson had made no further efforts to plant and foster her husband's business ambitions, or to hold up her own head in the world. CHAPTER II "My God!" Eugene Smith said un- der his breath, departing, It was nev- er any use to go against Kate Cul- len; he had never .really scored., against. Maggie Johnson, either. The two of- then! • together—I Joe meantime stacked brttshes un- der the counter, while Maggie, ar- ranging the frying pans compactly alongside, exchanged the, time of day with Mrs, Cullen,. "Pop's takin' that stuff that never had no label on the bottle; the stuff Ma got at an auction," said Maggie,. r in answer to the older woman's kind- ly inquiry. "They wear real well, you'd be surprised!" added Maggie, of the ten -cent window weights; to, an inquiring customer. "If they wear at all, you bet your life I'll be surprised," the customer,.:' disenchanted, responded sourly. Maggie was fired into sudden 'in- terest. Her eyes danced with a blue battle spark, "We don't guarantee them for use- as weights in private still's, madam, nor to fire at the old man in case of a fam'ly difference!" she explained,. to the unconcealed pleasure of every "Borrowed! You might as well borrow a waffle," Maggie burst forth scornfully. "You might as well bor- row . a bath! How long ago did Pop go?" "I can catch him—good-bye, Ma!" Maggie called, her voice coming back on the wave of cold air that was ad- mitted by the opening kitchen door. Mrs. Johnson sat on dreamily, {munching and pondering. Maggie and the man of the family bad to punch time clocks at half -past eight. But Elizabeth, the older daughter, could saunter down to the beauty parlour where she "demonstrated" a complexion cream, at any time before ten. She came out now, tousled and sleepy as her mother had been, and wrapped, like her mother, in a soiled kimona. "Oh, Lord, I'm dead!" she said simply. "Have a good time last night?" her mother asked, rattling sheets of news- paper. ewspaper. "Tune of my life. Oh, Lord, I'm dead. I got a cold, anyway. Helen's A.R.&F.;E.DUVAL Licensed Drugless k'ractitioners Chiropractic and Electro Therapy. Graduates of Canadian Chiropracti- College, Toronto, and National Col- lege, Chidago. Out ,of town and night calls res- ponded to. All business confidential. Phone 300. J. ALVIN FOX Drugless Practitioner Registered g CHIROPRACTIC AND DRUGLESS PRACTICE ELECTRO -THERAPY Hours: 2-5, 7-8, or by appointment. Phone 191 THOMAS FELLS ER AUCTIONS REAL ESTATE SOLD A thorough knowledge of Farm Stock Phone 231, Wingham , JACKSON RICHARD B. JA NEER Al7CT10 Phone 61.3r6, Wroxeter', or address Iyh ed a n - R. R. 1, Corrie. Sales conduct Y • stere and satisfaction guaranteed. w , Life scrambled along somehow in the Washington Avenue cottage, and almost every day there was a funeral somewhere worth seeing. Minnie Johnson, forty-six years old liked funerals. "Mamma'Il give up the funeral of her oldest friend, if there happens to be a bigger one on the same day!" Maggie asserted delightedly. And yet she considered the dismal tendency as rather admirable in her mother, and when -there were defective black gloves or ribbons or veils marked down • fon below cost, at the Mack, she always brought her mother fresh supplies of them. This morning she parted from her father, as usual, before the •swinging doors of the general pbst office, to the much more inviting scene pre- sented by the .Mack. There was life, animation, gaiety II here. Maggie, penetrating to, an od- orous basement room that smelled of disinfectants and face powder and wet towels and highly scented soap, found. some forty of her associates surging about, changing their clothes, powder- ing faces gossiping, laughing, "I—a Petheridge—eatin' in my kitchen! And waitin' on daughter!" me—is nay pay no more attention to the father and mother that bore her than the babe unborn—considerin' that you ane slavin' away. the best part of your life in a five-and-ten store,"Mrs. Johnson took up the challenge with deadly readiness, "and considerin' that your. father, who was supposed to have a fine future in a bank when I married him, as God is - my judge, and as I set here this minute•—Mag- gie," broke off the automatic and quite ttnattended tirade to ask sud- denly, "what are them cotton gloves like, at the Mack?" "I didn't hear you, Ma, I was talk- ie' Pa," id, to Maggie ie s a to >It's "Pop, to -night. I m working Sat'day. Are you on late?" It was hardly above a murmur, it did not in the least interfere with the majestic monologue of the lady of the' house. "Shall I wait' for you like ]: useter, dearie?" "No -.-you get comfortable an' read Murphy your a er after dinner. p p 9 comes right to this corner—it din t so far, anyway. You'll be on for the Christmas rush next week, anyway." e1 th Maggie washed her hands.at a yellow soap, t e 0 f p with a CC Y faucet P f pulled a small and shabby hat, once her older sister's tightly down over her thickly coiled hair, and hung up her disreputable apron. She was slip- ping her arms into a thick, clumsy Boat—also a discard from her sister --when, reminded perhaps by the gar - Ment of its important first .owner, a change; came over her face, and she said in consternation: P'et1eridge-.-satire in mg kitchth! And'wai'titt" en tris-: is my daughter I" S. A. J. & A. W. IRWIN DRS. DENTISTS 7.. ham. it W Office MacDonald Block, g As J. 'WALKER ER t:TU1 E AND `I XDRAL iz�. SEl2' '1Ct A. Jr, Vi�tNl rased I, uteeral T ireetor and Embalmer. l:'hone 100, Res. Phone 224,' Lirnuu:sine Iiuneral Coach, is "I guess you're the new boy? Joe Grant, huh? ... Well, see here -- these are the stock orders. Backing cautiously out across the heavily wrapped'bundles• that were a dozen times the size of her small body was what he at first supposed to be a child, Once fully.in view, he recognized her at once. It was Maggie. "That was a job for you!" she said panting, explanatory, raising to his eyes as beautiful a pair of blue speci- mens as he had ever seen. "What was?" he asked. Her own eyes became slightly sus- picious. "Weren't you waitin' for them ideel leaflets?" she asked. "I don't know what you're talkin' about!" the boy answered. "Didn't you hear:the gong?" "'Sure I heard the gong!" "Well, don't you know you'll get fined if you're not in your place when that rings? Here -take these," the girl said expertly, plunging into an opened crate, securing some dozens of small frying pans, all tied togeth- er by the eyes in.their nickied hand- les, and cramming them into his arms "We'll say we were after stock," she ing their , explained rapidly. and quarrelling. In the passage at the top of the brus he had now sw she started toward oaded herself with kitchen stairway. "Follow me, an' 1'11 get us both out of it!" she promised, con- fidently. "Don't you say a word, Joe, I'll run it!" "Mr. Smith," she said, in a busi- ness -like tone to a floorwalker who arrested her with a sallow hand, "me an' Joe here was gettin' out some stuff for the house furnishin's when the gong rung—will you check us in?" Mr. Smith eyed her with suspicion. -"I thought I had you this time, Maggie," he observed drily, display- ing a wrist watch. "No, sir!" the girl answered sturd- ily, honest blue eyes on his face. "We was gettin' out stock." said chal- lengingly, right, all right," he s len iingly, "but who asked for them brushes and pans?" "I don't know, sir. Someone just yelled down when I was finishin' my since they wan em iunch." first, Y I guess I'll just step over to dour'; I'll hand. 'em down to you and"Well, off.Don't be any the house furnishing with .you, Mag - dumber check cin "and Y" saidunpleasantly, n ,• t , „ the zna ecauz g ,. help, b you can thanp> or - Enveloped o dumbthe identify l always in a rush for the night i we'll see if we can id Y cirnve the reached that churning, s a - When Y tcrcru . her preposterous os p •lin p c p elc c 1�,nv i TT they're one within hearing. • Kate "Get out of here, Maggie," Cullen said. "An' you move along, too, Joe. The girls are very fresh nowadays," Kate added placatingly to, the panting customer. "She'll get fid - ed for that to -night!" "Well, Pen glad to hear woman said, mollified. "What'd she do?" Joe began to de- mand blankly. But Kate'Cullen's sig- nificant wink silenced him. He founds The boy went away. Maggie again in the fevered conges- tion of the teeming aisles. He gath- ered she was not a saleswoman—she was technically known as a "feeder," one of the several little drudges who. flew back and forth with messages, carried notes, ran for fresh supplies "I guest you're the new boy? Joe Grant, huh? . . . Well, see'here —these are the stock orders." of thread and combs and soap and toys and sheet music and bottles of ammonia and perfume and cod-liver oil and beads. "Maggie !—Maggie !- Maggie ! get Mr. Smith to sign this, tell him the lady's in a rush—it's an even ex- change. Maggiel See if you can find thein rubber puppies and lions, bring, up a whole lot. Where's Maggie? She was goin' to—" She got more tired, more pale, more miserably draggled -looking as the endless afternoon wore down to winter dusk, and the lights flamed up everywhere. But she never stopped. She was merely a pair of willing feet, a pair of tireless hands. Only once did she speak to Joe that afternoon, and then it was mere- ly to say:" "'Don't be such a dumbbell, you poor dumbbell!" As the gong struck six, she appeared beside him at the top of the basement steps, and said: "That's dinner. We have' forty min- utes. Did you bring anything?" "Dinner, I mean," Maggie explained patiently, kindly. "We stay open un- til ten Saturdays, in December," "Oh, my -goodness," Joe said sim- ply. im ply "Lissen,"' said Maggie, "Go over to the fountain an' get a bottle of milk —it 'won't cost yott nothin'-we can nights, . Saturday, have all we want g see? Then tai it sours,do you beta conic down where I was this noon.''' Joe found her• in the basement a few' minutes later, when he went carrying his own bottle of ice-cold, beaded milk, into whose deftly open- ed top the soda-fountain'girl had stuck two straws. "We ain't supposed to come' down "but come in 'e b z 'd Ma here,"said Maggie, through here, an'� I'll show you what ,, I found out the other d.ay. Joe moved cautiously after her to- ward ward a large open window that was concealed itt a dark corner on a shaft. itlike a rab- bit, went through bit, and he followed, into a small, cemented place, down at the foot of some twenty storks of rising shaft, laced, after the first floor, by the yes. escapes. open balconies of firep Opposite them there was another indow, . also open, and into this w , >? Maggie scrambled, without so much as a backward glance or word. for (Continued Next Week,) it," the. flight of brick -walled stairs that led up to the store was a nail, and. Mag- gie took from it, with the expertness of long usage, a handful of scraps of paper and began without further pre- amble the business of the day. "Say, did they get a new boy in here in. Jimmy's place? Where is he? Are you the new boy? What's your naive? Joe, huh?" She had brought up with a bump against a tall young man, and now she raised her blue eyes from her memoranda and smiled at him as she went on, "I guess you are the new boy? Joe Grant, huh?' Were you working in a department store before? You weren't? Well, see here—there are the stock orders. Ink, see? And salt boxes, see?" He stood looking at her, bewilder- ed, his puzzled, mutinous eyes far above her small head, bent to study her notes. "W might as well do the candy h t ' for the win - got her death of cold. Chess Rivers was just in from Denver, and he's gust about dead!!" Elizabeth said sim- ply, obviously undisturbed by these mortuary details. in "Ma, you ought to get a Jap here. This place looks something aw- ful!" woman continued to The older crunch and read, unruffled. Her first- born could do no wrong: t two dol "I know it, 'Lizabeth. Bal tars a dayl My God, you wonder what next! 'Two dollars a day for what?' I asked one of them. <- sweep a cot- tage dishes,'w I said, :and to suv p It's said, tt s tivh Is , tbf five rooms Y, a e of v child's play When I first was mar- ried,' I told him, `I could get a girl for fifty cents a day! "It seems like Maggie think*' of cur- r ' her small hands fairly.flying, her body but herself,' her mother said, lr'°' e ct braids bong, her that's the g crown of ch out of a long pause, and ' sliy;htly dishevelled, and her cheeks truth!" meeting r red 'with her exertions, Mag- onlyl;ut fartunatcly for Maggie, it •wad, nt,c k, superbly indif- that occasions die Johnson was all sup y on rare. and terrible he ht be .feeling or , f ercrit to what he g. „n ' tCr agreed e cd t SiS •riot mother and !s •hoz t hdt thin lc rt:: criticizing her;, Now Elizabeth. cants, ; �.-- of iliacs boxes, r g"CrIfee be careful .r iz+differently to her defence: I f '1l this Stuff you pay "Oh, poor kid, she doesn't get many breaks t„ ,course" ,Co ,her,of z for t �'ou. d standP ent- Mrs. Johnson commented in res anent• "Well, she don't get many breaks!" Elizabeth repeated absently, ,� "Poverty is a curse, all right! Mrs. a u rl . responded vaguely. res g ,Johnson presently p But her daughter had heard this re- mark so often that it made no im- pression, except, perhaps, that of in the formless discontent deepens g that was one of Liz's most marked characteristics. re a way der.How'11 that do?" orders!" convulsed department that was de- voted to house furnishings, Maggie shouted : "Say! Which of: you girls est for fryers an' brushes? . Me an' Joe've y got 'em here,' anywayl" ere ":[.clone it! An'bring thein in here, ,. t . 'down and next time don't set around while there doin cross -word •puzzles ,wh uu sir . its , „ "rc spill z Y h said, e J I tel s , for it, 'What's the next? 'Matinee ;you think it over, Maggie!" h1 late bars rising at once to the .girls aid. --didn't you.. ever eat y are dumbl" this cheerful glibness; fired a parting Iday.There shot. eta the seine Y or was was Lyon nnyou've got thirty forty -minute interval for lunch, "Looks like y. a y was lounging, bit- forty of thein pans here now, Mrs. and the new boy g ter, alis usted, against a strip of dir- Cu1len,n' r c , g "Well, here's the way of it, Mr. ty, disfigured, brick wall that had on- , There was aschool-teacher in ce bean painted white, Smith. . iir,, . , l the boycould this mornin'," Tate responded, nit liar a>7oire his heat says her class in roar of all was that shey hear the healthy one-o'clocksigns—whatever theyare1�-•- a i r' thtnically, like domestic signs w 4, the store, beating nr� y the sea upon a deep shore. wud need a hundet' of thorn-�-- Habits'?` Oh, those are e roc convinced by all Smith, only half Sin Y r one? Cxee you .14