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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1929-08-22, Page 6WINGHAM ADVANCE-'r'IMF $ Thursday, August, land. 929 Wel iugtun Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Head Office, GeeIola Ont,. Established 1840 Risks taken on all cuss of insur- ance at reasonable rates, ABNER COSENS, Agent, Wingham J. W. DODD Office in .Chisholm Black FIRE, 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 Holmes R. VANSTONE BARRISTER,, SOLICITOR, .ETC. Money to Loan at Lowest Rates Wingham, - Ontario J. A. MORTON BARRISTER, ETC. Wingham, Ontario DR. O. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard's Store 11. W. COLBORNE, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Medical Representative D_ S. C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R. Hambly Phone 54 Wingham DR. ROBT. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Loud) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. R. L. STEWART Grathiate 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. 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 2'72, Hours, 9 a..ui. to 8 p.m. A. R. & F. E. DUVAL Licensed Drugless Practitioners Chiropractic and Electro Therapy. Graduates of Canadian Chiropractic College, Toronto, and National Col- lege, Chicago. Out of town and night calls res- ponded to. All business confidential. Phone, 601-13. 1 ALVIN FOX Registered Drugless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC AND DRUGLESS PRACTICE ELECTRO -THERAPY. 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 s•th:er 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 er to rent on easy terms. Phone 73. Luclnow, Ont. THONMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A thorough knowledge r,f Perm Si Phone 281, Wingham' k SYNOPSIS Chapter L—On the verge of .nerv- ons collapse, due to overwork, Gay Delane, successful New York artist, seeks rest at Idle Island. She rents a cottage, the "Lone Pine" 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 IIL—On an exploration of the islnad, Gay, standing' on the ee - shore, is horrified by the appearance cf the drifting, body of a drowned man, which she nerves herself tr. bring to the shore, A bullet wound in the temple shows the man to hs re been murdered. Gay. covers the dead face with a handkerchief, and makes her way to the "Captain" with the story. Returning with him to die 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 evidenceof the sppar ent crime. She meets a strange r, ap- parently another visitor, to wl am she tells tlie 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 "Auntalmiry;" surprises Gay at household tasks. She likes him at once. CHAPTER V—Gay's acquaintance with Rand ripens into affection. She sees the Chinanran again and this time it sure it is not imagination. Rand leaves the island on business. Gay de- termines to stay 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 -1 ize their mutual Dove, 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 ter- Iain all is not, right concerning In- grain and the "Little Club" house, and investigation convinces him his sus- picions are justified. Chapter VIII,—Rand, continuing. hie investigations, sees a party of twenty•five Chinamen leave the Little; Club house and make their way to the ferry and the mainland. Ingram ini i•itli them, seemingly in charge of 14,eratir>ns. He gains admissi'iu to the clubhouse and finds :evidence Of RICHARD 13. JACKSON :•;lit he had suspected, the enniggIing Phone. 613i1, Wroxeter, or address R. R. 1, Gerrie. Salts conducted any- THE STORY where and satisfaction guaranteed. George Walker, Gorse, can arrange elates. ' 1 DRS. A. & A. W. IRWIN DENTISTS, Office MacDonald Bleck, Wtngbam E1 A. 1 WALKER. ITU1 E AND P tiliZE1! L SERVICE A, J. 'Walker ens'cd' Funeral Director anti, Embalmer, a `1; rone 272 t�ffi.ce I hone 1QCi. Ree. l 9t st LTne Iienefel (:oarl All her life, Gay Looked back to that as a . perfect day. They were like two children in their gaiety, in their -love. They giggled joyously aver unpacking the basket the Cap- lairr's wife had filled for them, "There was turkey, yes, with dressing, 'and cranberry sauce, and a little jar of emery. 1'ickels, fruit cake, pie, "it is Thanksgiving," Gay said sol- r:tnnly. "It is Thanksgiving. You art: my Thanksgiving, Rand, 1 ant very grateful to ytrtt," Isfier dinner they pulled up the di- van before the fireplace, and sat to gcther, very close, and hand smoked, iOdle Gay, both arnis about him, trc,Acid his hair, ran slender teasing fr'trt ers wider his collar, touched gen- 1 tly the healing scar on his forehead. "I never expected to he so much in love," she said happily. "Don't you ever expect to 'be more in love than this?" "No, no, Oh, no. I hope not. I should die 'of it." Then she added slowly, "Rand, you think I do not really love you. You think it is sort of half -fun, half -thrill -sort of fly-by- night affair, don't you?" "I think you love me as much as you can, perhaps. But you and I- we arealike—we cannot love—love greatly. Too selfish. You thitak too much of getting things done. I think too much of my own pleasure.' We can't love greatly because we always. put ourselves first." "1 love you greatly," she said in- dignantly. ''Too greatly. So greatly I canot eat, sleep or work for think- ing of you," "That's not love. That's-sensa tion How long do you think that sort of thing .will last? It will be over in a year—if it endures so long?" "Do you honestly think that, Rand? That this beautiful feeling I have for you will last only a year?" "How long does it usually last with you? How long did it last the last time?" "Oh, Rand. It was never like this, never." "It never is, while it lasts. And when it comes again—it is never like this, either." Gay stirred restelessly in his arms. "I don't believe it. It will last. It has the feeling of—eternity itself— about it," They were silent for a while, "Gay," he said seriously, "this is something you don't know, The only way to hold a treasured thing is— by treasuring it. Keeping if. Guard- ing it. Sacrificing, for it. A freasure has to be treasured -or pouf—tinsel, paste, the gold just gilded. An un - treasured treasure is worth nothing. You don't realize that." "Do you, Rand, do you realize it?" "Too well 1 do." He laughed. "I realize it .well enough but— What? My birthright for a mess of pottage? -_Never." "Oh, Rand! Ain I a mess of pot- tage,?,, "Yes, you are one of the fleshpots of Egypt," he said, laughing, "The dearest—the sweetest—the most sa- vory fleshpot— And I should trudge right off in the desert and wash my hands of you. But I think," and he paused to kiss her, "I think I'll stick around a while." to ,1' * * * * It was the fifteenth of December, when island, bay and sea were finally' enwrapped in the tight cold bands of winter, that Auntalmiry climbed the snow-covered slope to Gay's door. She said she had conte for a long talk, a nice cozy afternoon. She still wore her mantle of joyous excitement, of laughter, but beneath it, she was tired, a little old woman of seventy-six years, a heavy weight of .time for one so slight, They had tea, they ,sowed, they talked. Gay told her many little bits of island gossip which she had from Rand. When she tnctitioned Alice Andover at last, Auntalmiry sparkled. "A good woman," she said warmly. "I've never known a better, for all. her administrating. My dear,{can you keep a secret? Yes, 1 know you can, learic, Ten going to i:rave a Christ- mas party after all." And tlil;n, flushing with excitement, sparkling youthfully, she told Gay all about it. She could not bear to give it up, she would rattier die than give it up, she thought indeed she would die if` she must give it up, But she was curiously conscientious. What was given to her; site accepted cheer- fiiily, 13iit what was denied, she had do right to take. •They had put a limit on her, and this limit she was bound itt honor to respect. Alt, but there were a thousand devious little ways to circumvent a limit, to stretch: it, honorably and fairly, She was old, her appetite was. small, her wants modest, and both ap- petite and wants could be stirtted a little. Not that she called it stintingt She tailed it "Handling:" What did site want, at her age, with all those glasses and jars of fine, HO, home-made jellies and frurts?' Why, it was sheer extravagance, was- ting such fineness on a little old shrivelled -up women like Auntalmiry —extravagance, no less. So she had taken it, all her precious store; a lit- tle at a time, over to townand sold it, Indeed the shops were very glad to get such quality, and gave her a good price for it, cash; And ' she had other things, too, things she never used, things that were just vanity for an old woman to keep in a drawer, and look at'some- tinies, and fondle lovingly, and show. off to admiring visitors, fine bits of lace, silken scarfs, delicate embroid- eries, old gold pins, gifts that had been brought to her biy friends, peo- ple who loved her, returning' from' trips to the city and tours abroad,' from the Orient, from Italy, Paris. Why shculd she keep those delicate and lovely things just because she loved to look at thein? Sheer vanity. And so she sold them, sold thein all. No one would ever know. Gay wouldn't tell. Andthea she acknowledged her need of Gay. The Apple Tree was so small, so crowded. Gay had offered theuse o Pine the e. Lone for :a party. Had she made the offer in good faith?" ' ":Because," she said, "there's no room to dance in the Apple Tree." Ola, yes, they danced at Auntal- miry's party, It began at five o'clock, the party for the sake of the babies, and the smaller children, of whom there seethed to be disproportionately many, So it was a baby's party first, when the tree was _lighted, and the children danced about it with their candies and nuts and fruits and gifts, and there was a noisy champing Santa Claus. And then, very early, for the snow was always heavy and the night cold, the parents trundled the babies away hone to bed, and the others stayed on and danced. "Danced," Auntal- miry said joyously, "until two, three, Delivered the Invitations, One to Every House. and last year, until four o'clock in the morning. Think of it, until four—" "I suppose you went on to bed and couldn't sleep for the noise—" "1! Go to bed! Indeed I didn't. I ,stayed up, and I danced a little my- self. I danced with Rand three tines, Oh, I had a little cold afterward—not much—I was in bed a while. I'll never hear the last of that silly little cold. I think last year was the nicest party of all—except the very first one -fifty years ago—when Buddy, my son, was born. I told `you about that. He would be older than you—fifty years." She smiled at Gay. "Do you know what I think? I think Buddy. may be that Unknown Soldier down in 'Washington. I have thought so. from the first He would be in the war, I know, he was so darling, he loved a fight. Some tinter -maybe next year—I shall do without the Christmas party, and instead 1 shall go down to Washington, and stand there, and think it is Buddy. Poor Buddy! He always thought right, he always meant right. But things al- ways went wrong. That kind, of a boy, heart full of impulse, hands full of mischief, Bead full on nonsense, Fifty years," Then Gay put away all her work and gave up the rest' of the time to getting' ready for Christmas Rand helped with the Christmas party plans. •On little white cards, gay with candles and holly, they printed the invitation, Auntalmiry's Christmas Party at the Lone Pine Christmas Eve Five O'clock. Just one week before Christmas, the Budlong goys waded through the snow all over the Evergreen end of the island, and delivered the invita- tions, one to every house. It could not have been more than ten ninutee after she received the announcement that Alice Andover was t e be seen sailing grandly up the hill, a sort of full-rigged majesty hi her advance, Gay met her beneath the pine, "Now don't blame me. I hadn't a thing in the world to do with it. I only lent her the cottage as she ask- ed. She did everything herself. She sold everything site owns to pays for it, and it isn't going to cost you ,a cnet, She has gone without, jelly, gone without butter, gone without cake, gone without •, sugar—it's her party, and none cif our 'business, if you ask ine." Alice Andover sank weakly into a chair. "I might have known it, That's. the thanks I get. That's how folks take to good, honest, conscientious administration, And then the audac- ity to 'invite me to the party," "Oh, please come! Shell be so dis- appointed if you don't come. She wants you to see how cleverly she has managed," "01i, 1'11, come. And since she's got the unmitigated audacity to have a Christmas party in spite of nay orders I'll send niy presents as usual, Oh, I always give little things—people have been here for years—all in the, fam- ily, you ; know, and I being the ad- ministrator. So youcan tell the fool- ish old woman I'll, send iny presents as ,usual. I've never missed' one of Auntalntiry's parties yet, 'not since that first devil -cursed one fifty years ago when--" "Oh, .dont, She—she thinks may- be he is. the Unknown. Soldier • at Washington; she—" Alice Andover stared. She opened her mouth, closed it with great firm- ness and irm-ness_and blinked hard at times. "Unknown Soldier! -Good heavens, What next?" Then she added h -um- ,orously, with a bright glint in her gray eyes,. "Well, whatever he is, thank God, it is unknown. 'That's all I've got to say for Buddy Bridges— Unknown Soldier." The next day Rand climebd the tall pine and strung it with Christmas lights from topmost point to lowest branches, round and round, a hun- dred little colored bulbs, and connect- ed them to a switch beside the win- dow where Auntalmiry could turn it on before the patty. Auntalmiry was enchanted with the idea of wiring the tall pine; she had not dreamed of. such royal welcome 'to her Christmas guests. For days before the party she talked of little else. It was only three days before Christmas, the twenty-seoind of De- cember, in the thick darkness of the early evening, that Ronald Ingram came again. He entered huuriedly, his manner ,for the first time showing something troubled, something furtive. He glanced over his shoulder nervously, and closed the door behind him swiftly, "I shouldn't have come," he began hurriedly. "But I had to. I came 'to Portland to close up some contracts, and I simply stole the time and made. the trip over on the afternoon boat to ;see you, I must catch the first boat back. Short—but I had to see you, Gay, I Stave thought of you constantly. Your face has sworn be. fore' my eyes, your voice rung in my ears, the light little touch of your fingers—" He shook his head im- patiently. "Mr, Ingrain,"'she said with pretty dignity, ''please don't do that. I as- sure you I do not like it, "01:, you think I am chaffing. But I mean it. I—Miss Delane, tell me, If I should; sell out -all my inter- ests—my business connections—would you—marry me? 'Would you even. think of it? I know it is too soon for you to know— But would you let ine conte where you are, let me see you, try to make you love me— Is there any chance for lite at all? I would have some money. 'I could take are of you. We could go any place—West, or to Europe, . any- where." There was no doubting the sincer- ity of his words, the eagerness of his desire. "Don't," Gay said gently. "You will spoil our pleasant friendship, and I have liked it. It isbecauseyou have been away, you have been IoneIy, perhaps worried. It isn't really I you want. Why, you don't even know me. It is just—woman, companion- ship,, sympathy, soft •things. Tihat is Or" But he shook his head, clung to her hands. "Gay, it is you. Nothing else. Nobody else, You. From the mo- ment I saw you down in the cove.- Oh, ove=Oh, I know you don't love me now but couldn't you? If I get things all straightened out, and -do something. else— Gay, isn't there. a chance?" From somewhere down the lane sounded the low siren of a car. Ronald listened a moment, brit still clung to her hand. "Gay, don't say no. Don't say anything. Just wait, think of me a little, and as soon as I can—I will come again. But try to think of me—if not with love`at least with a Iittle tenderness." Quickly he lifted her hands, palms upward, kissed then passionately, one after the other,' crushed them to his face and went away. Gay sank into the big chair and buried her face in her arms. A crim- inal! That artless, boyish, ingenuous man, with the pleading voice and the eager eyes? But even a criminal de- serves some kindness of thought from the woman to whom he gives his love. Gay was very kind. The next •day, very early, Rand ap- peared at her door, dressed •roughly for 'outdoor winter weather; in heavy oilskin coat and breeches. He was. hurried in manner, preoccupied. He told Gay he was obliged to rum down to Boston for a few days on business. "Now you sit, tight while I'ni gone," he cautioned her. "I'm on the trail, and I'm going through with it. I've .111111. told the folks I'm looking for a job,: and they won't expect me home until , they see nue, You` just wait here. Say nothing to anyone, Do nothing, Don't set your foot in those woods tinder any circumstances.. And at. night, Gay, please, to please me, go, down and stay with Atintalmiry. Audi don't;: worry, for I shan't be in any. danger," You are not going to Boston," she said bitterly,: "You are goings, into. those woods, to lie under the piazza: and watch the clubhouse, and try to catch those murderers. They'll' catch. you, first. Rancl, don't, please don't, What business is it of ours if they break the law? What are their af- fairs to us? Why should you risk your life-" "011, there's no danger, Gay, not a bit of it, I'll be careful, I promise you. Jtist a little weather eye out for squalls. No, 1 aria going to Boston. 1 have gone to Boston; Get that inn, your mind and stick to it. ` I shan't be able to write you, and I. inay not be home for several days, Just wait for ine, and don't worry." But Gay did worry, worried heart-•' breakingly. But she would not go to, Auntalmiry. Rand might come, and, she wished to be there, waiting for him where he left her. He might need her—a shot in the night, a scream of terror—Gay set her small sleek head determinedly. Nothing,. ,nothing in the world should keep her' ifrom going to him in answer if he called for help. She was glad of the excitement of the Christmas preparations to occupy her hands, if not thoughts, through, the dreary days that intervened. It never occurred to her that he' would not• be back by the twenty- fourth of December for the party on; Christmas eve. But the morning- passed, orningpassed, and he did not -come. Gay had no heart for the, laughter, the young excitement of the island lov- ers, the flushed joyousness of Auntal- miry. Rancl did not come. It avouk be Christmas eve, her Christmas eve,. and Rand did not come. At three o'clock Gay took Auntal- miry by the hand and led' her down to the Apple Tree, where she put her bodily to bed, tucking the blankets. about her and begging her to take a sadly needed rest. (Continued Next Week.) An earthquake tremor, throughout north-eastern States, Ontario and Quebec, was distinctly felt by several people in Wingham about 6,30 Mon- day morning. Mr. and Mrs. E. Wilkinson, accom- panied by. Miss Blanche Bennett and Miss Remelda Taylor ,spent Sunday with friends at Elora and Guelph. Misses Ottesand Norma Brand, of St. Marys, are spending their holi- days at the home of their grandmo- ther, Mrs. T. Brandon, Francis street. HEAP CASH MAYBE COMING TO RED MAN FOR OIL HOLDINGS he Stoney Indians co the 'Worley Reservation along the line of the Canadian Pacifie Railway near Calgary, are benefitting by the oil davelop- meats in Alborta. Every man jack of the 640 them- bers of the tribe, representing 125 families, receives $10 per annum for oil lease rentals on the tribe'a. land and should oil materialize will reeeiw+e a 121/2 per eent. royalty an all production, a certain amount. of which will be ret aside for agricultural itnple- meats. They gathered in all their 'Indian bravery of feathers and finely worked shirts, shawlei and mocassins on the occasion of the first payment. Pictures show ,Chiefs Wolf 'Teeth, Lost Buffalo and Slack Buffalo saluting' the der�riek, source of their new wealth. Chief Hector Crawler aeeeivin pay- ment from It. Minton, Indian Agent_ at Morley; With ith pipe in mouth is "'Wild 1VCan,'r son of "Wild Woman," Chief :"Wolf 'Teeth inside derrick With dtiller. Squaw lieclty I3•taver and papooat,. counting her Money. Skis looks heals happy, uc 1.