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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1931-05-14, Page 6Wi. ghaui Advance Times. W. Logan Craig - Publisher Published at WINGHAM - ONTARIO Every Thursday Morning N6ubscription rates One year $2.00, Six months :$1.00, in advance, To IJ. S, A. $2.50 per year. Advertising rates on application. Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840 Risks taken on all class of insur- ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. 4.auke io c.cts.ENS, . '"". Wi.u!3- u J. W.DODD 'Two doors south of Field's Butcher shop. VIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENT AND HEALTH INSURANCE AND REAL ESTATE P. 0. Box 366 Phone 46 WINGHAM, ONTARIO J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan Office—Meyer Block, Wingham Successor to Dudley Holmes J. H. CRAW FORD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Successor to R. Vanstone Iiiringham Ontario J. A. MORTON BARRISTER, ETC. Wingham, Ontario vemrearoll DR. G. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard's Store H. W. 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ALVIN FOX Registered Drugless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC AND DRUGLESS PRACTICE ELECTRO -THERAPY Hours: 2-5, 7-8, or by ttppointm nt, Phone 191. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A thorough knowledge of Farm Stock Phone 231, Wingham RICHARD B. JACKSON AUCTIONEER Phone 613r6, Wroxeter, or address R, R. 1, Gorrie. Sales conducted any- where, and satisfaction guaranteed. las.-. A. J. & A. W. IRWIN DENTISTS Office MacDonald .Block, Wingham. A. J. WALKER I+URNITURE ANIS FUNERAL SERVICE A. J. Atte, Licensed Funeral Director arid, Embalmer. Office Phone 106. R.es.. Phone 224 .stent Litnousiire Panetal. Coat THE WING AM ADVANCE -TIMES Maggie Johnson, whose father is a letter -carrier, her mother a lazy wo- man who has "seen better days," and her sister a bootlegger's sweetheart who works in a beauty parlor, is a stock girl in the "Mack" .stores, the Five -and -Ten of San Francisco. A. boy whom she knows only as "Joe Grant," but who is really Joseph Grant McKenzie Merrill, son of the owner of the "Mack," is learning the business, :by starting at the bottom. He doesn't like the job until he meets Maggie. And neither of them realizes that they are falling in love with each other, at first. Joe is impressed, by Maggie's intelligence and goodheart- edness, and gives her advice on the subject nearest her heart,how to l ive the ideal life. She makes a sugges- tion for a better way of selling cer- tain lines. He tells his father, as if it were his own idea, greatly pleasing the old man, He finds that the -girls he used to know don't interest him as much as Maggie does, and when Maggie discloses her love in a burst of :jealousy, he realizes that he loves her, too. Joe is afraid that if Maggie finds out who he really is she will not have anything more to do with him. So he pretends that it is some other fel- low's car when he takes her home in his big Yellow roadster. And on the way they talk, at last, about marriage. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "And there's a budget for two peo- ple begins on eight hundred a year! Joe, Pm going to work it all out. We're going to put money in the bank from the very first minute. The man who has an income of one thou- sand and saves ten dollars is ten dol- lars richer than the man on an in- come of twenty thousand who saves nothing a year." "Where'd you get that?" "That was on a card in the window of the bank next door to the Mack. I see a lot of those things," added Maggie dreamily. "But I never real- ly thought about them until I met you. You see, my mother and Liz aren't much on ide-als, and my father —I guess," she added delicately, with some hesitation," is sorter influenced father answered, with an awkward lit- tle effort to appear interested and cordial that touched Joe. •"Brewer, one of our buyers, was to go to Ja- pan for us on the Allegria next Sat- urday," he explained. "And now I. understand that the wife's father has died and left thein a pot of money— something like that -and they're go- ing to New York," he said. "Losing him, huh?" 'I guess so. They come and go, of course." "Well, with three hundred and for- ty employees, that's natural enough," Joe drawled. "You've got 'em counted, eh?" Wellstores—and the the sixt ad- ministration office—what have you got down there? Seventeen or eight- een clerks?" "You wouldn't ever be interested in coating down to one of the Stores with me, Joe," his father began. "It might interest you very much," "No, thanks," Joe said then lightly: "I couldn't start in the Stores --now." His father nodded. The sudden in- terest and hope that had lighted his face faded. He instantly resumed his usual inscrutable, remote expression again. Joe laughed gruffly, cleared his throat. "That's where I ani, Dad," he ex- plained. "You—I" he presently said, in a low sharp tone. "Sure," Joe said easily, grinning. "My boy. How did that happen?" "Oh, well -you remember the blow up in December, when you sent for me to come home from college about some bills? Well, the next day I hap- pened to be passing the Mack, and I went in; there was a sign there that said 'Extra Christmas Help Wanted." "The Mack?" "That's what they all call the Stores." "You told them who you were?" "No, sir. I called myself Joe Grant" "And nobody recognized. you?" "There was no reason why any- body should. I took care that I did- n't look much different from the rest. "You're sure they don't place you J0e?" VP "Why, Joe, you mast be by Ma. But you—you seemed to be mine, Joe, from the start!" Her pride, her joy as she said it, brought the tears to his eyes, He did not speak, For the moment he was Joe Grant, he had never been anything else; Joe. Merrill, with his car and his income and his magnificent home, was the dream. This was the reality. He interrupted her, kissing her gravely. And then, without speaking himself, although Maggie continued to chatter joyously, he drove her home. Joe went to his own home, and dressed for dinner like a man in a dream. A week ago, or yesterday, he might have gotten out. But now it was different. He had kissed her, had his arms about her, spoken of her as his wife. Maggie. Maggie Johnson, Living in that wreck of acottage on Goat 1E111 pacifying and caring for that appalling brother, that commonplace, selfish sister, and that poor little worm of a letter -carrying father, "My God! What have I done?" said Joe Grant, half aloud. "What thinking of, Son?" his ' fa- ther asked, looking up. They were in the library, he and his faelre alone together. And to his father' surprised question, Joe could only 'make the son's usual answer, "Nothing," 'Then there was another short si- lence, "Nothing doing, to -night, Dad?" "1 may go over to Maxwell's later they're sitting in a little game," his halfway in love with this Maggie". 411 "Place me! My God, you ought to hear what they call me and what they tell me." "You've gotten the goods on me, eh?" "You stand pretty high with them, Dad. That stock -buying idea has made a hit all down the line," "You in the Stores. You in the Stores, he murmured. "Pretty hard work, isn't it?" "Not so hard." "And. the sort of men --the girls there—aren't they a rather—plain-- crowd?" "They're all right" "This," George Merrill suddenly exclaimed, "accounts for the automat idea, of course! I wondered -and. Flint wondered, how you happened to be taking such an interest in the Stores," "As a matter of fact, it wasn't my idea at all!" "I thoughtFlint was here—" "It was a girl who 'suggested that," Joe said, "One of the girls in the Mack. A kid—really. She's only sev- enteen. She'll be eighteen to -mor- row." "How d'you happen to know that?" "She told me. 1 took her home to- night and she happened to mention it." A silence. Then George Merrill said slowly: �r"1 see." "See 'Alt?" "What's been malting the change in yon, Joe. It was a girl was it?" "I'rrt not in love with her, if that's: asked. "Well, she's only a kid." "How far've you gone, Joe?" "Oh,nothing!" he said vexedly, "I've talked to her -she's a kid who's determined to make the best of her- self." "She's awfully pretty," "Your mother -and I myself, too:" George Merrill said, after a moment, "have always rather hoped that you and Millicent Russell would give us a wedding, one of these days. She's a fine little girl—seems to be differ- ent from the rest," • "The trouble is," Joe began slowly. "That she's in love with you," his father finished mildly. Y Joe gave an abashed, youthful laugh. "She thinks you are merely anoth- er clerk among all the clerks, does she?" "She never dreams anything else!" "Engaged, Joe?" "Well, no. And yet, in a way we are. You know how girls are, Dad." "She's a pretty common little thing eh?" "Well=" No, he couldn't say Maggie was common. Joe groped for words. "Not exactly that, Dad. But —but you see she thinks I'm like all the others just one of the boys down there, the sort of men she would nat- urally marry." Perhaps the shrewd eyes watching him saw more than he dreamed. But if he saw this, George Merrill made no sign. "If she knew who I was—who I am," Joe floundered on, "it might break her all up. She's no gold-dig- ger—she wouldn't know how to mar- ry .a rich man—it'd scare her." "I want to get out of this without hurting Maggie!" "You're quite sure that you don't want to marry this girl, Joe? Oh, 2 don't mean immediately—I don't mean now. But she could be sent to a fine school foe a year or two, tra- vel, ravel, maybe. Of course, Millicent Rus- sel is a straight little girl." "Listen, Dad, I don't want to say anything against Millicent, but be- Thursday, May 14th, . i:93' sides Maggie—Millicent is a drunken little moron—" "Steady, my boy! Steady!" George. Merrill interrupted. "Why, Joe, you must be halfway in love with this Maggie," "Well, I'm not," Joe responded shortly. " But she's a fine little girl, and she -she seems to be reaching out for everything that is fine, just as these other girls reach out for ev- erything that's rotten! She doesn't, know what they know—she wouldn't understand their jokes—" "H'in!" ejaculated 'Merrill senior in a somewhat perplexed, dissatisfied tone. And at the time ,nothing, more was said. On Sunday morning, however, just a few minutes before twelve, George Merrill met his son in the upper hall- way of the family mansion and noted that he was dressed for golf. "Got out of your engagement, eh?" "Yep. Sweeney was going into town for Mother, and I asked him to send a note .to—Miss. Johnson, with flowers.,, "Well -I guess you're wise!" " I hope so!"Joesaid unconvinced- ly. n ly. He played four holes, played the. fifth—a short one, and suddenly turn- ed back to the clubhouse. It took him fifteen minutes at the telephoneto locate his mother's chauffeur. "Sweeney. This is Joe Merrill speaking. Did you get those flowers to that young lady?" "They went right out." "I see. Thanks." And he hung up the receiver, feel ing flat. She probably had them 'by now. Poor little disappointed kid! Damn it, it made him feel hot and uncomfortable, and like a skunk. Maggie, doing the, Johnson dinner dishes, and perhaps 'shedding surrep- titious tears into the sink. Joe had an inspiration. The intelli- gent thing to do, the honest thing to do, was to go to her and say, "Now, look here, Maggie—" Rushing cityward in his car a few minutes later, he soon reached, the Johnsons' dilapidated cottage. Maggie came to the door herself— everyone else was out. "Pop volunteered for special deliv- ery to -day -it's Valentine's Day," she said. "Liz was off with her beau, and Ma had to go to a funeral at. one. So I had a real good chance to make the kitchen ideal." "You certainly did that one little thing," Joe said admiringly. "And what did you get for your birthday, Maggie?"' "Nobody remembered it but Pop," Maggie sail lifelessly. "!But you got my flowers, You aren't mad at me, are you, Maggie?„ he asked suddenly, "Oh, no, Joe, Why should I' be? I wouldn'thave any right to be mad at you," Maggie said, adding the last phrase as if to herself, "You seem sort ofstiff,"Joe said. "Here's what it is, Joe," Maggie said. "1 just happened—when I got your not—to see your side of it, Joe, I know you like the—but I, know you don't lov eme. I hope we'll always be friends. But—" she stopped short, "but ---this part of =it—isn't easy for me, Joe," she finished. 'What made you change this way —from last night, when we sat in the car and talked?" he temporized gruffly. "I think kinder realizing that you were—saying more than you meant, Joe!" she answered simply. She was delicious,small, confiden- tial, brave in her first battle with hurt and humiliation. Joe felt ash- amed and bewildered. "Did you know they were thinking of trying out your automat idea for the buttons and pins and tacks and so on, Maggie?" Joe asked. "I don't believe it!" she said scof- fingly. "It's true. What would you do, Maggie, with—say, twenty thousand dollars?" "With with what?" "With twenty thousand dollars for all your rights in that idea? "Joe, I'd sell my.rights in that idea for twenty-five cents, if you ask ae!" "Yes, but you couldn't do that. They seem to feel it's a new idea and a darned goodone, and my father—" he floundered, grew red, and saved himself by a hair—"my father, he thought it was a pretty . good idea, too; I was talking to him about it," he said. She had noticed nothing amiss. Her eyes were dreamy, happy. (Continued next week.) Very Considerate Sergeant: Didja ever ride a horse before?" Recruit: "No." Sergeant: "Ah! Here's just the ani- mal for you. He has never been rid- den. You can start out together." The Better Half The plumber rang the bell, and as it happened, both the lady and the gent of the house came to the door. As they stoodin the hall, the hug - band who was very methodical, said: "I wish, before we go upstairs, to ac- quaint you with the trouble." "Very pleased to meet you, mum, said the plumber, with a ,nod of his head, Case : Diagnosis "Nurse," said the amorous patient, ."I'm in love with you. I don't ,want to get well." "Cheer up, you won't," she assur- ed him. "The doctor's in love with me, too, and he saw you kiss me this, morning." Remove the Danger Signal He—"We're coining to a tunnel. Are you afraid?" She_"Not if you take that 'cigar. 'out of . your mouth." Theiie for a Purpose Modern Child (seeing a rainbow for the first time): "What's it suppos- ed to advertise?" 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