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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1929-08-15, Page 6WINGHAM .ADVANCZ•TINIES 'l.'`hurS4aya August I.5tIi, 1929' Wellington Mutual Eire Insurance Co. Head Office, Guelph, Ont, Established 1840 Risks taken on all class. " of insur- ance at reasonable rates. Al3NER COSENS, Agent, Wingham J. W. DODD iaffice in Chisholm Block RIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENT AND HEALTH INSURANCE AND REAL ESTATE P. 0, Box 360 Phone 240 WINGHAM, ONTARIO J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc, Money to Loan Office—Meyer Block, Wingham Successor to Dudley Hohnes R. VANSTONE BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, ETC. Money to Loan at' Lowest Rates Wingham, - Ontario J. A. MORTON BARRISTER, ETC. Wingham, Ontario: DR. C. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard's Store H. W. COLBORNE, M. D. Physician aad Surgeon Medical Representative D. S. C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R. Hambly: Phone 54 Wingham 3R. ROBT. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S, (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Land.) .PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON 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. C. W., HOWSON DENTIST Office over John Galbraith's Store F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH All Diseases Treated Office Adjoining residence next to Anglican Church on Centre Street. Sundays by appointment. Osteopathy Electricity Phone 272, Hours, 9 a.m. to -8- p.ni. A. R. & F. E. DUV'A L Licensed Drugless Practitioners Chiropractic and Electro Therapy. ... ,Graduates of Canadian Chiropractic to1eg8 -i olpnto, and National Col- lege, Chicago. - Out of town and night calls res- ponded to. es-ponded'to. All business confidential. Phone; 601-13. J.,ALVIN FOX ' Registered Drugless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC AND DRUGLESS PRACTICE ELECTRO-THERAPY :r* Hours: 2-5, 7-8, or by appointment. Phone 191. D. H. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR ELECTRICITY Adjustments given for diseases of all kinds; we specialize in dealing with children. Lady attendant, Night calls responded to. Office on Scott St., Wingham, Ont. Phone 150 GEORGE A. SIDDAL — BROKER — Money to lend on first and second mortgages on farm and other real es- tate properties at a reasonable rate of interest, also on first Chattel •mort- gages on stock and on personal notes., A few farms on hand for sale or to, rent on easy terms. Phone 73. Lecknow, Ont. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A thorough knowledge of Farin Stock Phone '231, Wingham RICHARD B. JACKSON N AUCTIONEER Phone 613r6, Wroxeter, or address R. R. 1, Gorrie. Sales conducted any- where and satisfaction guaranteed. George Walker, Gorrie, can arrange dates. W: IRWIN DENTISTS Office MacDonald Block, Wingham COPYFt1G-IT 1927 by The BOBBS-MERRILL CO. SYNOPSIS Chapter I.—On the verge of nerv- ous collapse, due to overwork, Gay Delane, successful New York artist, seeks rest at Idle Island. She rents a cottage, the "Lone Tine" from an island character, the "Captain," and his sister, Alice Andover, "administra- tor." Chapter II,—Gay finds the cottage is tenanted by an elderly lady,,'"Aunt-. almiry," who consents to move to an- other abode, the "Apple Tree." Awak- ing from sleep, Gay imagines she sees the face of a Chinaman peering in the window, but on reflection ascribes the vision to imagination. She settles down in her new home, anticipating months of well-earned rest and .recu- peration, Chapter II1.—On an exploration of the islnad, Gay, standing on the eee.-• shore, is horrified by the appearance of the drifting body of a drowned man, which she nerves herself tc bring to the shore. A bullet wound in the temple shows the man to here been murdered. Gay covers the dead face with a handkerchief, and makes her way to the "Captain" with the story. Returning with him to tike shore they find no body there, and Gay's story of the incident is • ^t down to an attack of "nerves." Chapter IV—Gay, unable to con- vince her neighbors of the truth draws a picture of the face of the dead man, intending to send it to the authorities as evidence of the appar- ent crime. She meets a stranger, ap- parently another visitor, to whom she tells the story and shows the picture. He asks her to let him take it, but Gay refuses. Next day, after a night spent with "Auntalmiry," Gay finds the picture has been taken from.'the cottage. "Rand" Wallace, wanderer and considered something of a "black sheep," by the islanders, expecting to find "Auntalrniry," surprises Gay at household tasks. She likes him at once. .. .., ..mu+. 1. '..w - CHAPTER V -Gay's acquaintance with Rand ripens into affection. She sees the Chinaman again and this time it sure it is nye innItiTllf£3011. and lis TEO Islatitt tmtt business. Gay de- te:rininee ID tay for the winter. Chapter VI.—The stranger whom Gay had met on the day of her dis- covery of the body introduces him- self as Ronald Ingram, like herself, a visitor on the island. "Auntalmiry" tells Gay of her son, "Buddy," who has been missing for years. On Rand's return Gay tells him of the Chinaman. He is impressed, suspic- ious of Ronald Ingram, and appre- hensive of some evildoing in a house, known as the "Little Club," appar- ently unoccupied. Chapter VII, —Rand and Gay , real- ize their mutual love, but the artist is not ready to give up her freedom and marry him. "Auntalmiry" is planning her Christmas party, her annual fes- tivity. It is arranged to have it .at the "Lone Pine." Rand' becomes icer - tam all is not right concerning In- gram and the "Little Club" house, and investigation convinces him his sus- picions are justified. Chapter Via—Rand, continuing his investigations, sees a party of twenty-five Chinamen leave the Little Club 'house and snake their way to the ferry and the mainland. Ingrain is with them, seemingly in charge of operations, He gains admission to the clnbliouse and.'finers evidence of what he had suspected, the smuggling of Chinamen and narcotics, A. J. WALKER t71iNITURE AND FUNERAL SERVICE A. ). W anter I., " or `andict:nst:d Funeral Direct Entbaltrter, Office ]Atone 103, Res. Phone 224, I ateet Limousine nifidial Coach. THE STORY on his boat. CHAPTER IX 'i include open, murder, . 1y of the work he 'dial no Auntalmiry, who after l�I e old bright happy flush cheeks', •„ and Diel bright it is a lovely morning, Gay, a lovely morning. Coming on to Christ- mas now isn't it, coining on. to Christ- mas?” "Y -es, it is. Did—Alice Andover say you could have the party after all?" Auntalmiry burst into joyous .gen- tle laughter. "Oh, my dear, when I think of Alice Andover—dear Alice! She is a fine woman, for all her faults one in a thousand. But when I think of all her administrating, and her bossing, and her scheming and all she gets for it—oh, no," she inter- rupted herself, trying to sadden her exuberance. "oh, no, no Christmas party this year. Oh, no!" She shook her little silvery head, but could' not shake away that air of joy. She said she had only come to bor- row a bag, a good-sized hand -bag. She wanted to take—some things— over to town. She said she would like to keep it several days, if Gay did not mind, and promised to be very careful of it. She chose the larger of two hand -bags Gay gladly offered, explaining that she wanted it co hold —well—plenty. A few days later she came again to explain that she was not yet through with the bag, and to suggest to Gay, if she did not mind, that per' haps it would be better not say a word about it to Alice Andover. *- "She's a,fine omen," she said loy- ally, "one in a million, a credit to the island, a typical Maine character. A capable administrator, too, and all that. But once in a while shects•— well, as you might say—just a wee bit nosey." Alice Andover, too, climbed the hill to•the Lone Pine: "See anything of that foolish cid woman down there?" she inquired, jerking her head impatiently toward the orchard below. "Once in a while. Not often." "She's up to something. I don't trust that woman. You watch her, and if you see anything out of the way, you tell me. I'm the .administra- tor, and I've got to keep an eye on perhaps. Certainly she smiled, hut it was a drawn smile that did not touch her darkened eyes,' The. island shut itself up, More andmore, behind the protective screens and storm windows that presaged the coming of winter. The women baked, and sewed, and chatted. The men,Sat in the last of the. wood, sorted the winter apples, went over the 'furnaces and the plumbing, came Mrs, Alice Andover to the cottage, but not often, foe she was fond of ••creature comforts, and her entliusiasin' fo:r the winter climate of her native state was limited tai an oil burner in her'"furnce, a birch log in her fireplace, and a pretty Parisian knitted scarf about her , aristocratic slroutders. "What's the old fool doing now?" she deniaited, with the brusk n�cl to ward the orchard that meant Auntal- mi ry. "1 don't know," Gay said evasively, I don't see much of her," "I've been there a dozen tithes, and never nobody home," Mrs, :Andovercomplained. ''There's no fool like an old :one:- She's a perfect gadabout, Let's go down and see what she's up to. So they went clown the itillslope and knocked at the door. of the Apple Tree. There: was no answer, although distinctly 'they could hear slight sounds within; quick shuffling, muff- led footsteps, the sly creaking of a door, 'then sileit'cc. Atte Andover turned the knob, but the door was locked. She :marched grimly around the house, Gay following, and tried tl`re kitchen door, only to .fine] it lock- ed also. Shamelessly she peered, in every window, one after another, but there was nothing to see but the tidy house, empty. "The old fool is in the closet," Alice Andover said grimly. She rapped smartly on the window. "Auntalmiry, Atintalniiry, conte out! We see you —come on out, you big ostrich!" But there was no answer. "She's up to something," Alice And- over said anxiously. "She's mad about that Christmas party. All for her own good, and that's all the her red cheeks. "You have hurt yourself!" her?'' Zt \vas disappointing both to Gay and Rand that with all the little threads of mystery within their grasp nothing happened. They kept shrewd watch of forest, clubhouse and shore, but all remained silent and deserted, so that after a few weeks her interest waned. Rand, ,however, continued faithfully to go to the clubhouse ev- ery night, for be knew that event- ually the gang would come again, and he was ready for them. He had inquired about boats leav- ing Portland harbor at the time the Chinese immigrants left the club- house, and found there had been Sev- eral freighters outward bound, two for the south, three for Europe, and one which had called at the port com- ing down from Canada. He had look- ed up the records of every one. of these boats, and tabulated the infor- mation, but the name of Ronald In - gran? was not connected with any of thein. So he was obliged to 'await' their return, and daily scanned the sailing reports for news 'of them. About noon en the third; clay of No- vember, a cold rain set in, driven by a hard 'wind from the northeast.. 13y midafternoon 'rite firs, 'nor -easter of the season was raging along the coast. The rain had turned to cutting bits of ice, like burning chips of steel. All afternoon Gay sat .in her window - scat, listened to'the wind lashing the hare trees of the dear little forest, watched' the white sleet which tore past the window on great gates of wind, and looked down to the 'sea,' snow white with foam. Finally she fell' asleep, It was evening when a step on the porch and an accompanying whistle wakened her. She sprang to her feet and went forward, dieelly, to meet Rand, • ' Gay took his hands, let him gently to the window -seat, sat beside him, "Rand," she said evenly, "if you want me to marry you, 1 twill." "Now, say that again,sl'a•wly, don't thistle' I understand:" "Yes, you. do, If you want rite to marry you, I will." "If I want' you to marry rhe -you will." Rand repeated slowly, Hekissed. her. "Thanks, Gay, but 7•. don't;' Gay sighed a little, sighed in, relief light It was amazing to Gay that the island,' enmeshed as it was n a net- work of lawless enterprise set flagrant to as, , 'should continue its placid aimless course of every -day, unruffled'calm. The Cap- tain fluttered from the hotel drains the Nixon parch and talke to d r..gret. folt . accom- pli,sli rs. And- over's stent denial of a Chtistinas party, trach remained wistful, geldgeldand meek, climbed the hill one day with tli on her cls in her weak blue eyes. She svgs laughing, aughing, listening for the soft little kiss with which each dropped"::among his bro- thers. By afternoon all the low brush and shrubs were thickly cover- ed, the forest was a sa'lid glistening wall, and the line of boats upturned on the shore was like a row of grave mounds, Theafternoonwaned, and finally, a little depressed with the sil- ence. and the aloneness of it;alt,,-she ' was aianlessly tidying up her room when she heard 'a gay voice calling: "Hello, the House.: 'Conte' out, and see the ann." She: ran down to find Rand, in snow half to his waist, at tier window that led to the valley,'which he was strug- gling to raise from without. Gay caught up a warns cape, and ran to 'help hint. "Yoe darling!" she cried, -.in warm welcome. He had brought. snowshoes .for her, with an invitation from the Captain and Gram for her to conte to the Big House until the snow was. over. But Gay did not wish. to leave. Now that Rand had come, the beauty of the snowstorm was increased a hundredfold. At hie urging,:however, she went up to put on stout boats and knickers, for a. short run through the woods on snowshoes. Rand helped her through the window and slipped the clumsy shoes over her boots" showing her how best to plod along in then. Gay floundered clumsily at first;'but: finally, with Rand holding her hand, they set off into the woodland. There. ti'as• no breath of wind. The air was' clean, cold, but not stinging, It. seemed to her that the snow that touched her lips tasted of salt. Coo stantly she cried out with delight, at the festooning of the trees, the drap- ing of the rocks, and on the sea -side, the great caves of ice and snow which glistened and shone like jeweled cast- les towered and turreted. Never had she see* the water so dark a blue, se cold. Tears came to her eyes, tears of wonder at the beauty of the snow- white island, and she stumbled and fell, laughing. Rand helped her up and saw the tears that glistened on thanks I get. I thought, just to pac- ify her," she said fiercely, "I'd let her fix little bags of candy and nuts for the children, though they don't , eager that•he should understand. "It deserve it. Throwing snowballs; is because it is so beautiful. Doesn't chasing cats, breaking windows— But it male all the little things in the just to please her, So I ordered fif- world seem petty; and foolish, and ty pounds of Christmas candy seat not worth struggling about?" to her." , Rand . kissed, the tears from her. "Oh, that's just dear of you—" cheeks. "I knew you would feel. it. It always gives fine an idea it must be sort of pheasant to be dead." "Oil, no. Tliey cannot see it." ' "No, but I dare say it feels as good as it looks. Are you happy, Gay?" "I never knew what a really happy moment was until—just now. I ani laughing for joy, I am weeping for joy, 1 ant adoring you for the saine reason." Now and then a small scared rab- bit stumbled through the snow -laden brushwood, scurried quickly to cover. , A snow -bird chirped anxiously on a burdened bough. , Once in a while loosened by the sun;' a little shower of snow pelted them. "It's great fun being in love with you, Rand," she said: "It seems to give ine a sort of mortgage on all the outside world." When they had returned again to the window on the valley -side, Rand helped her up and mislung the snow- shoes from her feet: She pat her hands on his shoulders. "Rand,,i wish it coulfl go on for- ever." "Snowing?" "s;No. This. Having youlike this, loving you like this, being with you like this." She strew hina close to her, and held him tightly with her arms. "All of it. I love it, I never knew what it was to be so happy." Rand kissed her, their cold lips warming to the caress. But his dark. eyes were very dark indeed beneath the long lashes, and his smile was a little stern when he said: "Would it be as dear, I wonder, if it were going to last forever? Ori isn't it all the sweeter because it is just for a year?" Gay held hire closer: She did not answer. "Because you know, beloved," lie said, and his smile Was ready now, though his eyeswerd clouded dank, "1 ain, everything in Go'd's world that you thoroughly do not like." "Yes. And :the one thing in it that I love with my whole heart, she whispered. "Well, f ought to be satisfied with that," he said cheerfully. "And so ought I," said Gay. , But she was not, "No," She put her arms around him, looking anxiously into his eyes, Alice Andover frowned at her. "John pays half. I'm only the admin- istrator. John pays half. She's got fruit, she's got vegefables, her. cup- board's full of canned goods, and her cellar full of coal and wood. She can't want for anything. Can she?" It did not seem indeed that she could. Her larder had been bounte- ously aiid glorious stocked -a hun- dred pounds of sugar, brown and, white, cereals, raisins, dried fruits, beans, canned goods. No, certainly she could not be in need of anything. Besides, there was her charge ac- count at the grocery, and her modest account at the bank. "You don't suppose she would go on a starvation diet to spite me," said Alice Andover anxiously. "I don't think she knows enough to do that." When Alice Andover had gone, Gay went down again " alone. Mrs. Andover's anxiety had communicated itself to her, and Gay was persistent. She meant to find out if Auntalmiry stood in need, She anticipated a long wait on the door -step, and she intended to wait. So she was a little surprised when Auntalmiry, who had evidently been watching and knew she came alone, opened the door to her first light tap. "That was not nice," Gay said severely. "Alice Andover is very un- easy about you. It isn't right to wor- ry her." Auntalmiry burst into soft but Joy- ons laughter, ernashamed. "Oh, the administrator, - When I. think of Alice Andover—" i�tin.tal miry was quite speechless with secret satisfaction. ' "But why did you keep us out?" "Now, Gay, don't be cross. It's just a little secret of mine. You'll know before long. 1 was doing something T didn't went Alice And- over to'know 'abaft. Now let's have a nine cup of 'tea. It's good to see you again," But for all her pleasantness Cay re- turned at last no wiser than lie came. November did not live tip to the threat of its coming The weeks passed, 13ut two days before Thanks- giving, Gay wakened in the morning to find the island thickly blanketed' with snow, the trees,pendant with it, the valley submerged, And great cloudy flakes whitened the air. "This is beautiful, " it is worth liv- ing for," Gay thought. "How Child- ish to live always in a city where snow means only slush, and grime, and murky skied: She sat in the window -seat a nd watched it for hours, treeing the course of the great white'flalees,'ai>;d CEAPTtcR X In the early evening the snow be- gen to fall again heavily, and the skies seemed fairly bursting with the weight of its• Rand eatne once more to the 'Window, and swung up sitting �; on the sill, 'feet dangltnt, into the snow, as 'Ite urged her again to come to the 'Big' 'House until it was aver;. But Gay guarded jealously all the lit- tiesecret inanimate joys of her island life. She felt that she would not rvill- ingly exchange one month of 8C11-11, 111011 luxurious living for the joy of greeting him. like this in the pelting snow at her window -sill. And as they both thought of it at once, they looked at themselves, .con- siclering their situation; and burst in- to merry laughter, for he,''in his heavy outdoor garb; sat strumming his feet in the snow, while: she beside .]aim, turned, satin slippers to the warnatli of the cheerful room, and great flakes fell upon them both alike "Oh, never, she cried, "1 wouldn't give up a minute like this, It is :seta fun to find you in odcl and unexpected moments:" Rand picked a great flake froes;her hair, and kissed it ,as it melted. "You're stick~ a plucky little de,,Vil," he said admiringly. "And for it city "You're. Such a Plucky Little Dev 1," He Said Admiringly. girl, too. Do they teach you bravery in Greenwich Village? Is courage for sale in the Broadwa ' shops? I don't know a native state -of -Maine girl who would stay here alone in a snow storm.", "Oh, fools rush in," she quoted lightly. "I 'crave experience. I have never been snowbound. And it is so sweet having you risk the storming elements to see hie." "Now if we were married," he said, "we could be snowed in together, and the rest of the world snowed out—for all the rest of our- lives." Gay's arm tightened about his shoulder. When she ,spoke, her voice although she strove to make it light, was husky. "Not for the rest of our lives. The spring would bring a thaw." "And we'd fight, wouldn't we? "Ov- er who should shovel the snow? I'd say, Wife, dear,' "—and then as •Gay flushed, be repeated it, teasingly—, `Wife, dear, you believe in work, you adore work, you worship work, therefore you' shovel the snow.' Gay's warm lips silenced his mock- ing. Then she said, "Run along to thy featherbed, thou sluggard. Sleep, drowse and be lazy, for tomorrow you shovel my snow." "But when you are snowbound--. lonely, alone --remember what I told, you, we might be snowbound to- gether." And then he shot off Sud- ctenly into the storm, and Gay closed the window, smiling at it,merely he - cause Rand e.cause.Rand had sat there. For her joy in his presence was an unceasing, marvel to her, - - All night long' the snow fell, and whenever Gay turned and wakened. she could hear, the breathless kissing oT flake on flake, And, when naorniog dawned she was snowbound indeed. All her lower windows were blinded with it. Her piazza was solidly banked, And it was Thanksgiving. They had planned for a party dinner at the Captain's, Alice Andover, Auntalmiry and Gay as' guests, and after,dinner, Rand and the Budlong boys had ar- ranged to take'the girls. coasting. Now it was Thanksgiving—no dinner,. no party, no Rand. it was a discon- solate Gay who wandered moping around the pretty house, from room to room. "Thanksgiving, brrr! 'Mot a thing in the world to be thankful for—until the snow n elts—and Rand comes." She had no hope of getting out of her prison' that day. The entire .val- ley was plunged' in snow. The Apple• Tree' was just a low white roof show- ing in a high white plain: It was noon when she heard voices. beside the pine tree that stood at her porch. She ran to the window of her bedroom and looked down. Rand and the Budlong boys were there, They had ropes, and a short ladder, and a basket. No need, of a ladder to reach. to the branches of the pine, for its. lower "branches were buried and Rand. pulled: himself up easily into the tree, while the boys below raised a long plank, steadied it against the tree, raised and shoved it slowly up to him. And wedging it firmly a- gainst the branches, Rand shoved it toward her, slowly, and at the end with a little push that lodged it upon. her sill. "I've come for Thanksgiving din- ner," he said pleasantly, as though entering a formal reception room to a formal hostess. "There's not -]ting to eat -but can - "So "So I thought. I: brought my own." Arid then Rand was up on .the plank; and slowly, hand over hand,. he inched his way out and toward the - sill, a distance from the tree but a scant two feet, and Gay's hands caught him when he landed. Then the boys tossedhim the end. of a rope, and the heavy basket was. raised. "You needn't come back for he called. "I'll slide down into the snow. Won't hurt me. Thanks, boys. So long." "You darling," Gay said. "1 had' no idea you would come. I' said it was a terrible Thanksgiving, and I had nothing in the world to be grate- ful for, and I said the snow was hid- eous, Fancy that!" (Continued Next Week.) Mr. and Mrs. T. E. MacMonagh.and' children, Dona and June of Welland, are spending their holidays with her - parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. A. Sander- son. Over a Century in. Railroading hxty-one active year, in rail- roading is the unique re- cord of W. J; Grant, district freight agent of the Canadian Pta,eifie Railway at Ilantilton and this length of oervioe is claimed never to have been reached by any other railway' matt in the Dominion. Mr. Grant has just retitled and 40 of his 61 years of service have been with the C.P.R. At the sante tints Mr. J. P. Olancy • assistant foreign height agent of the C.P.R. at Toronto, .has alsoreared after 45 years of. service with the :Allan t"team>.; lylrlpa Lino and the Canadian Pacific. Retweeti Mean .' they (have corrrpleted :1.06 years in,, ;railway eaervice. 'l,'hotograpltsl Show, left, Mr. Grant; righty M•Glancy�.below , J. agtire, vo sis eeedds Giant se,die•tirltot fr�eightag+ent rate