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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance Times, 1929-08-29, Page 6Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co Head Office, Guelph, Ont. Established 1840 Risks taken oil all class of insur- +anee at reasonable rates. ,A'BNER. COSEN$, Agent, Wingharn J. W. DODD Office in Chisholm. Block FIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENT AND .-. WEALTH INSURANCE — AND REAL ESTATE P, Cl. Box 860 Phone 240. WINGI•IAM, 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 C. BARRISTER, ET Wingham, Ontario DR. G. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard's Store H. W. COLBORNE, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Medical Representative D. 5, C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R. Hambly Phone 54 Wingham DR. ROBT. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Lend.)' 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. G. W. HOWSON DENTIST Office over John Galbraith's Store. 7or F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH Ir' AII'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.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 oftown and night calls res- ponded to. All lnnt ls business confidential. P J. 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 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 pn hand for sale or to rent on easy terms, Phone 78. Lucknow, Ont. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER, REAL ESTATE SOLD A thorough knowledge of Farm Stock Phone 231, Wingham RICHARD B. JACKSON AUCTIONEER Phone 618i•6, Wroxetdr, or address R. R. 1, Gorrie. Sales conducted any- where and satisfaction guaranteed.. George Walker, Corrie,,. can arrange dates. DRS. A. J..-&. A.W. IRWIN. DENTISTS' Office MacDonald Block, Wingham • A.3. WALKER FURNITURE AND FUNERAL SERVICE A, j. Walket Z icensed Funeral Director and Embalmer. Office Phone 106, Res, Phone 224.. Latest Limousine Funeral Coach, WINGfAM ADVANCE -TIMES SYNOPSIS Chapter. I. --On the verge of nerv- ous collapse, due to overwork, Gay Delene, 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, "administrG.- tor." Chapter IL—Gay finds the cottage is tenanted by an elderly lady, "Aunt aliniry," 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 III. -On an exploration of the islnad, Gay, standing on the ere - shore, is horrified by the appearance of the drifting body of a drowned. man, which she nerves herself to bring to the shore. A bullet wound in the temple shows the man to ha 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 toe 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 frith 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 stranl•g r, ap- parently another visitor, to wshe 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 `Auntalmiry," surprises Gay at household tasks. She likes him at once. CHAPTER V—Gay's acquaintance with Rand ripens into affection. She sees the Chinaman ascain and this time it sure it is not imagination. Rand leaves the island on business. Gay de- termines to stay for the winter. Chapter. VL -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- ions of Ronald Ingram, and appre- hensive e 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." N Rand becomes cer- tain all is not right concerning In- gram and the "Little Club" house, and investigation convinces nim his sus- picions 'are justified. Chapter VIIL—Rand, continuing his investigations, sees a party of twenty-five Chinamen leave the Little Club house and make their way to the ferry and the mainland, Ingram is with thein, seemingly in charge of operations. , He gains admission to the clubhouse and finds evidence of what he had suspected, the sintig ling of Chinamen and narcotics. . THE STORY ....So it could have been'but rery '1' at tie after three when she softly ,closed the door of the Apple Tree behind her and set her feet in the path through the snow to the top :of the hill, And :glancing op, ahead of her in the path, saw a man .walking to- ward the cottage.. Gay almost called out to him, expecting Rand, because she wanted Rand, But before sound left her hips she silenced the call, for she saw that it was a stranger, one who seemed to make his way unstead- ily in the face of the brisk wind from the sea, staggering a little. ' When he reached the piaeza of the Lone Pine, he did not wait to knock, but opened the door slowly and went . in, closing It after him. :Gay was but a little way behind him, and she ran in breathlessly, but stopped short in. surprise when she did not find him in the living room nor the kitchen. "Hello," she called. "Hello! Any- body up there?" But received no an- swer, Frightened by the unnatural silence, and mindful of. Rand's words of warn- ing, she went to the desk, slipped her ;pistol deftly into the pocket of her heavy coat, and then she climbed the stair, watchful and alert, And there indeed she found him, lying face downward on the soft rug of her bedroom floor. . "W -what are you doing?" she de- manded foolishly. "What do you want?" He neither moved nor answered. So Gay went to hint timidly and bent over him that she might see bis face, His eyes were closed, his lips hard set She tried to raise hind, but his head fell limply from her hands. She shrank away from him, shud- dering with fear. CHAPTER XI The crisp voice 'of Alice Andover had never sounded so sweet to Gay's ears as at that -mnoment. "Gay Delane! Where are you? I saw you take that foolish creature, home, so I carne to see if I could- Gay beckoned .to her sternly from the top of the stairs. "Come up," she said, and her voice was hollow, "Come Up." :.,nnn,.rrc.,n+c.<:fu.a.••..• • Alice Andover was never one to hesitate in; a crisis. She came at once, breathing hard. Gay pointed dramatically to the bedroom. Alice Andover gave one wide-eyed glance and saw the prostrate form. "Good heavens, oh, good heavens! Where did he come from—where did you get him—I mean—" "He came up the hill just aheadeof me. Walked right in. Came upstairs and evidently fell down there, Or lay down. There he is." Alice Andover crossed the room and stood above him, touching the inert body tentatively with the toe of her shoe. "Drunk," she said disgustedly. "Dead drunk, Gay breathed more freely, in some relief. "Oh, is that it? 1—was afraid of—oh, terrible things!" At that moment, spasmodically. he moved, and his face rolled back into the light. "Oh, oh!" Alice Andover's explana- tion was a startled gasp. "Oh, my God, I believe— Oh, poor Almiry. I believe it is Buddy Bridges. Come home to his poor trusting mother- dead drunk, Oh,' it is all my fault. Oh, what in the world have I done? Buddy Bridges—poor Almiry. All my fault." "Buddy Bridges? Oh, really? Ola, Auntalmiry—how happy Then. cavae the sickening realization of the pain it would be to the little old wo- man to have himi come home to her like this, dead drunk. Better a thou- sand times for her to live on in her trusting ignorance, fondly .believing him an unknown hero, pure and fine, "Oh, poor ' Auntalmiry! See here, Mrs, Andover, this drunken creature shall not spoil the poor dear's. Christ- mas party. The way she slaved, and saved, and starved herself—He shan't!. Let her have one happy night—it may be her last, since Buddy .cane home like this. He shan't spoil it. Not if I have to poison him;" Alice Andover, trained to efficiency by years of Ttard administrating, sud- denly became practical and decided.' Being in charge of things ; always aroused her latent cleverness. "We'll just roll him over in the cor- ner out of the way," she said briskly, andd cower him up with lli tfte rug, and let • him sleep it off,. We'll lock the door, and keep him .here till it is oven." "Will he stay drunk all night?" Gay asked,. ",Shouldn't we give him some- thing—" -"• . "Whisky! I wish we had some whisky. If we had time—maybe we coati keep him drunk for a week, I don't know rust how long it does last, but I know the party lasts all night. He may sleep it off."' "I have a little cognac. "Brought it in myself ---from Paris -hi the toe of my dancing slipper, Real stuff," Gay said proudly. "l: was keeping it for a wedding, but he can have that."' "Good! 'We'll give him a big---- swig—of it." Sher brought out the nautical term with a nautical swag- ger, both doubtless inherited from the long line of seafaring ancestors, "We'll, keep him as—tight as a Lord —until the party's over. Carefully but sternly they rolled hint over' halfout of sight beneath the window -seat ,and covered him So Gay brought the precious sinug- gled bottle of cognac, never yet un- sealed, and they gave him a generous swallow, forcing the bottle between his teeth not without much difficulty, He choked over it and coughed pain- fully, while the conspirators held their breath in a panic above him, But presently he relapsed into troubled breathing again. "That'll hold him for a while," said Alice Andover grimly. They locked the door upon him and went downstairs. But when Alice Andover moved as if to go to her own home, Gay refused to be left alone in the house with the drunken creature upstairs, and Alice Andover was obliged to remain, fixing herself tip for the party as well as she could with Gay's face powder and electric curlers. They had tea to strengthen their shattered nerves, and at five o'clock tiptoed up to the bedroom She Shook- Her Fist at the Door. to give hues another potent draught of the cognac. He swallowed this time with less difficulty, and as he drank, to their horror, his eyes open- ed, eyes large and dark, Gay noticed even in that horrible moment, eyes now visionless, not seeing. When the muffled heavy breathing recom- menced, they tiptoed from the room. Alice Andover, because the opening of 'his eyes had frightened her, was freshly curious. She shook her fist at the door when it was safely locked behind. heti "Oh, you monster -the poor dear trusting heart," she muttered, all in the sante breath. *Auntalmiry, flushed and radiant win excitement, was the first to ar- rive for the party. She was joyously pleased at the unusual tenderness of Alice Andover's greeting, and took her all about the room to ,point out to her, with shy pride, how cleverly she had managed things, explaining all the :little ;economiesshe had used, the ruses to which she had resorted, in her desire to make the least mon- ey go farthest. Alice was sympath- etic, solicitous, warmly approving, but kept always one sharp and ter- rified eye upon Gay, both of thein, in a panic of fear lest the creature upstairs regain his sober senses and spoil the party for which Auntalmiry had worked so hard, At Gay's direction, Auntalmiry took up her position by the window, with Alice Andover and Gay on either side, aid pressed the electric buttons which set the solitary pine a -sparkle with colored lightsfrom top to bot- tom, bo -tom, flashings briliant holiday greet ing all over that end of the island. "It is the last invitation," she cried, and her thin little face quivered with excitement, "Come to my party, come to my Christmas,party! Every- body can see it. It will guide thein up the hill. How the children will'. laugh! . it is very nice, Gay." The island trooped to the party in a body, a long stream pouring up the hill through the snow, so that all in a moment 'it seemed the Lone Pine was a -surge and a-throbwith it. There avas initeh laughter,much, shrill squealing, the piercing staccato of, children's voices, the high nervous laughter of young girls, and deeper old voices, calling loud and cheery greeting, "If this babel doesn't wake him tip, he night as well be dead," whispered Alice Andover, "I'll go and have a look," said Gay. "It is enough to bring the trees to Life," Gay listened outside the bedroom door a moment, hoping to hear the Thursday, August '29th, 192Re muffled heavy breatiiatag that presag� ed the sleep of :their unwelcome guest. But with the din from below she could hear nothing, so she open,- ed the door quickly and stepped in. The room was wrapped in silence, ut- ter aaad heavy, and in the darkness she could not distinguish the shadow by the window -seat that 'was ]Buddy 1:3ridges. She pressed the button. that flooded; the room with light and show- ed in a flash its emptiness, The rugs lay in a rumpled heap upon the floor, but Buddy Bridges was not there, The window was open. `. Gay ran over and,looked out, but in the shad- ow of rocks and trees by the house site could distinguish nothing. Her eyes swan giddily, "Such—a Christmas," she stamm- ered, Already with that vividly crea- tive mind of hers she could see him lying on the rocks, a bleeding mang- led shape, Auntalmiry's son. Sudden- ly she was afraid to be alone, and ran downstairs. Alice Andover a- waited her -waited'her coming at the foot of the steps. She read fear in Gay's eyes. "What now, good heavenes, ev at now?" ' "He is gone. He is not there,"/ "Gone! •Gone where? Gone how?" "Come; Let's look," In the joyous confusions that reigned about the Christmas tree, with Santa Claus noisily distributing the pretty: gifts, with the burble of his bells, the., laughing voices, the crackle of,tissue paper, and the treble of children's voices over all, they went out' unno- ticed. And with an electric flashlight looked beneath the window for the crushed and bleeding- Yes, he had certainlydt•opp d down into the bank of snow. Th re were many signs of tramping, footprints, but the white snow bore noistains of red. And Budc'Iy was not tere. The outraged divinity whose pat;ence still is infinite had guarded Atiatalmiry's boy that night. So they went back, with what non- chalance they could anustet and join- ed the merriment within. But Gay was sick at heart. Everirbody had. come to the party, the Captain was there; the two ministers were there, even Buddy Bridges had Come home. But Rand came not. "Well, well," boomed Santa Claus, "well, 'well! Here's another present for little old Auntalmiry! Aunt al - miry!" Santa Claus, powerful young giant that he was, caught her up bodily in- to his arms, so that she was quite crushed in the shaggy fur of his big coat. "Auntalmiry, Auntalmiry!" chorus- ed the children gaily. And then, on the wave of that °lov- ing joyous call, the door opened, and he stood there, soft felt hat crushed low on his forehead over the big dark eyes, collar turned up about his chin —tall, thin, and weak, very pale, Bud- dy Bridges. Santa Claus, with little Auntalmiry still in his arms, turned as the others dict, :to look at this one who came so. unceremoniously into tlae party, his factalone unsmiling, set and grin. He crossed without a word'intothe center of the room, walked swagger- ingly, perhaps to hide the fact that he could .not stand erect without swaying weakly, and stood there be- fore Santa Claus, with Auntalmiry in his arms. It was she who moved first, Moved vaguely, slipping to the floor, and then, not seeming to walk, seem - ng to float rather,she was beside him hereyesriveted to his eyes, haggard and darklined, and her fingers crept softly up his coat toward his face, touching the curve of his chin un- certainly, inquiringly, as though it, were by feeling site would be convin- ced. t'Almiry, conte away,". broke in Al- ice Andover harshly, but it was pity that hardened her voice. "Come a- way. He's drunk. "Its 'Buddy," Auntalmiry said faintly. "It's Buddy. It is Buddy, "Come away, I tell you, he's drunk." Then suddenly Buddy Bridges laughed. "Drunk," he 'shouted weak- ly but eaklybut with derision in his voice. "Oh,, it's you, -Alice Andover, up to your old tricks! Drunk! So that's what yott thought Well, I thought you were crazy, the pair of you, stuffing me up with cognac, locking Inc,in— I'ni not chunk, mom, I'm- sick. They couldn't tell tlae 'difference:" :,every eye in the bright, disordered crowded room was intent upon Buddy Bridges, who held his mother in his arms, and laughed with her, wept with. .her, and talked to her in. a fond weak, voice. - "Sick as a dog. In the hos- pital—weeks. os- it l - p a weeks. Weak as the dickens. hwas in the hospital when they told rule you ware here, I got out of bed - knocked two internes down -sick as I'. was, Came oft heree-clear from California, mom. - Twice I fainted away,' and when I carne to, they had me off the train and in hospital again, But as soon as I got my wind,. I beat it again, Came on. Drunk! Isn't that like her, mom.? I'd know in a minute it was Alice Andover! You haven't changed much, mom—e, little." Row his eyes .caressed her! "Twenty-' First Woman in oaf Mrs. Rosina Van Mentz, of Johannesburg, South Africa, described by the British press as "the world's first woman oil promoter." She is seen aboard the Cunard liner Alaunia, arriving this summer at Montreal. from England to interest herself in the oil fields of the Canadian West. Even in such a precarious business as oil, women need take no second place to men, she thinks. • five years, moan. Not a word from you in twenty-five years. I' wouldn't have believed it, niom. It was—not —just -like you., Was it because they sent me to the pen?" "The -the pen, Buddy? The pen?" "Oh, hush, you fool," begged Alice Andover. "°In Jersey. Twenty-five years—" "Buddy, you don't mean the .peni- tentiary—Buddy—" "Mona, didn't you know it? Didn't you ever know it?" "Buddy—" "Mont, you've just forgot. You: knew it. You must have known it. It was in the papers— Is —is she all right?" he asked falteringly of all the room. "You must have known it", Alice Andover was tall and fine in laer dignity. "Yes, Buddy Bridges,we knew it. We all knew it. But no- , body told her. Alnniry never knew to this day—" "Nobody told her—" Alice Andover's dignity was simply' . killing. "On our island, Mr. Bridges,' she said greatly, "we' tell one another no news unless it's good news. There was nobody here low-down enough to tell Auntalmiry that her son had: gone to jail." "Buddy—" Auntalmiry's voice was, pleading. "Aw, niom, it wasn''t. much. A. i:oughhouse, a row over a game. You:. know I was always quick in a scrap. It wasn't much. But a man was hurt. So they sent me up for it. But, mom„` since then, everything's fine and dan- dy. No nonsense since. Got a fine Woman, got three nice kids, made a. lot of money— Great, mom.” (Continued Next Week.) 4 ^.;in,,tftt hl i,jr ll r August- 23 to Se -ter RRANGE - your vacation for the last week in August. and the first week in September. Come to Toronto and take part in ,the spectacular Empire Year celebra, tion of the Canadian National Exhibition. Enjoy a distinctly different, never - to - be - forgotten holiday combining education and recreation at the world's largest annual exhibition -a diversified 14,day program of agriculture, in- dustry, g dustry, science, music, art, sport, pageantry, entertainment --a vivid, colorful expression of Canadian, Empire and internationalro ress. I? g an rota it . p ey Redluced railroad, steamship and'aii'w8ys "'cites. Perfect highways. Ample accommodation. THOMAS BRADSHAW President H W. WATERS Central Manager' ber72s 9 66 4 In/ (m Au . -_ GBS .kis petting of the 'nem $1,000,000 Automotive Building, Wrigley iharathon Swim if events --Friday, Aug. 23, omen), e n d Wednesday, g. 28, (open) for $50,000 and zvorld championship.. Inst. firing daily concerts by the Col man - and oilier lamas bands. Fou voice 24 a, Stu concerts by the 2,000.. Exhibition Chorus --Aug, d 29, September 3 and 7. .unless militarp and naval ?rand stand spectacle Britannia's -Master" $125, 000 Agricultaral Prize List. and Pacing Races and 5,000 Futrtrities. 'ono/ sport program on d metier featuring Can - est train meet and out - d motorboat races. Vole Interna land an ada'a o1 Boa Nat ianal Aircraft Shoal and trtiiwl of the Clouds.