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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1922-08-11, Page 7f PEN Nfy,A; 4,0, 01114 to *1 the royal College of Doli Surgeons of Ontario and of the *trait7 .of Toronto. Late Dis- trict Dental Office, Military District, No. 1, London, Ont. Office hours at Bayfield, Ont., Monday, Wednesday, Iniday and Saturday, from one to 6.80 p.m. 2814-12 DR. F. .1. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University tomato. Late Assistant New York Ophthal- nei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- pitals, London, Eng. At office in Scott Block, over Umbach's Drug Store, Seaforth, third Wednesday in each month from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. 58 Waterloo Street South, Stratford. Phone 267, Stratford. ICONSULTING ENGINEERS James, Proctor & Redfern Limited. 30 Toronto St., Toronto, Can. Bridges. Pavements. Waterworks, Sewer- age • Systems, incinerators. Feetorles, Arbitration.. Litigation. Phone Adel. 1044. Cable: JPRCO" Toronto OUR FEES—Usaafy paid out of the money we sore our clients. MERCHANTS CASULTY CO. Specialists in Health and Accident Insurance. Policies liberal and unrestricted. Over $1,000,000 paid in losses. Exceptional opportunities for local Agents. 904 ROYAL BANK BLDG., 1778-50 Toronto, Ont. LEGAL R. 8. HAYS. Barrister, Solicitor, Conveyancer and Notary Public: Solicitor for the Do- ainion Bank. Office in rear of the Do - signiori Bank, Seaforth. Money to lean. MAI BEST & BEST Barristers, Solicitors, Convey- aneera and Notaries Public, Etc. Office in the Edge Building, opposite The Expositor Office. AMP PROUDFOOT, KILLORAN AND HOLMES Barristers, Solicitors Notaries Pub - Ile, etc. Money to lend'. In Seaforth en Monday of each week. Office in Ladd Block. W. Proudfoot, K.C., J. L. Killoran, B. E. Holmes. VETERINARY F. HARBURN, V. S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College, and honorary member of the Medical Association of the Ontario Veterinary College. Treats diseases of all domestic animals by the most mod- ern principles. Dentistry and Milk Fever a specialty. Office opposite Dick's Hotel, Main Street, Seaforth. All orders left at the hotel will re- ceive prompt attention. Night calls received at the office JOHN GRIEVE. V. S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- .ry College. All diseases of domestic tnimals treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Goderich street, one door east of Dr. Scott's office, Sea - forth. MEDICAL C. J. W. HARN, M.D.C.M. 425 Richmond Street, London, Ont., Specialist, Surgery and Genio-Urin- ery diseases of men and women. DR, J. W. PECK Graduate of Faculty of Medicine McGill University, Montreal; member of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; Licentiate of Medical Coun- cil of Canada; Post -Graduate Member et Resident Medical staff of General Hospital, Montreal, 1914-16. Office, 2 doors east of Post Office. !Phone 56. Hensall, Ontario. DR. F. J. BURROWS Office and residence, Goderich street ' east of the Methodist church, Seaforth ' Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. DR. C. MACKAY C. Mackay honor graduate of Trin- ity University, and gold medallist of Trinity 'Medical College; member of the College of Physicians and Sur- geons of Ontario. DR. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate courses is Chicago Clinical School of Chicago; Royal Ophthalmic Hospital, London, England; University Hospital, Lon - doe, England. Office—Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 6, Night calls answered from residence, Victoria street, Seaforth. AUCTIONEERS THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties of Huron and Perth. Correspondence arrangements for sale dates can be made by calling up phone 97, Seaforth or ;a�tte Expositor Office. Charges mod- em til.and satisfaction guaranteed. R. T. LUKER Licensed auctioneer for the Cona of Huron. Sales attended to U a l parts of the county. Seven years' ex- perience in Manitoba and Saskatche- wan. Terme reasonable. Phone No. 176 r 11, Exeter. Centralia P. 0., R. R. NO. 1. Orden left at TimHuron 1hcDo r Bader*Office, Badermem_ jgy A Novel Q'fw.Which He Is Not the Hero. By F. HOPIKINSON SMITH TORONTO McLEOD & ALLEN (Continued from 1ast week,) And the confidence is not mis_ placed. Only once did the boy's glance waver, and that was when his eyes sought the window facing Peter's desk. Some egg other than Peter's was nesting on the open led- ger spread out on the Receiving Tel- ler's desk -not an ostrich egg of a head at all, but an evenly parted, well -combed, well -slicked brown wig, covering the careful pate of one of the other clerks who, in the good- ness of his heart, was filling Peter's place for the day. Everybody being busy—too busy to answer questions outside of pay- ments and deposits—Patrick, the por- ter, must necessarily -conduct the negotiations. "No, sur; he's not down to -day—" was the ever watchful Patrick's an_ swer to Jack's anxious inquiry. "His sister's come from the country and he takes a day off now and thin when she's here. You'll find him up at his place in Fifteenth Street, I'm thinking." Jack bit his lip. Here was another complication. Not to find Peter at the Bank meant a visit to his rooms -on his holiday, too -and when he doubtless wished to be alone with Miss Felicia. And yet how could hp wait a moment longer? He himself had sent word to the office of Breen & Co. that he would not be there that day -a thing he had never Clone before nor did he intend to go on the morrow -not until he knew where he stood. While his uncle had gross- ly misunderstood him, and, for that matter, grossly insulted him, he had neither admitted nor denied the out- rage on Gilbert. When he did—this question had only now begun to loom up—where would he go and what would he do? There was but little money due him at the office—and one would come— until the next month's pay—hardly enough, in any event, to take him back to his Maryland home, even if that refuge were still open to hien. What then would become of him'! Peter was, in fact, his main and only reliance. Peter he must see, and at once. Not that he wavered or grew faint at heart when he thought of his de- feat the night before. He was only thinking of his exit and the way to make it. "Always take your leave like a gentleman," was one of his father's maxims. This he would try his best to accomplish. Mrs. McGuffey, in white cap and snow-white apron, now that Miss Felicia had arrived, was the medium of communication this time: "Indeed, they are both in—this way, sir, and let me have your hat and coat." It was a delightful party that greeted the boy. Peter was stand- ing on the hearth -rug with his back to the fire, his coat tails hooked over his wrists. Miss Felicia sat by a small table pretending to sew. Holk- er Morris was swallowed up in one of Peter's big easy -chairs, only the top of his distinguished head visible, while a little chub of a man, gray haired, spectacled and plainly dress_ ed, was seated behind him, the two talking in an undertone. "Why, Breen!—why, my dear boy! And you have a holiday, too? How did you know I was home?" cried Peter, extending both hands in the joy of his greeting. "I stopped at the Bank, sir." "Did you?—and who told you?" "The janitor, I suppose." "Oh, the good Patrick! Well, well! Holker, you remember young Breen." Holker did remember, for a won- der, and extended one hand to prove it, and Felicia—hut the boy was al- ready bending over her, all his re- spect and admiration in his eyes. The little chub of a man was now on his feet, standing in an attentive attitude, ready to take his cue from Peter. ` "And now, my boy, turn this way, and let me introduce you to my very dear friend, Mr. Isaac Cohen.". A pudgy hand was thrust out and the spectacled little man, his eyes on the boy, said he was glad to know any friend of Mr. Grayson, and re- suming his seat continued his con- versation in still lower tones with the great architect. Jack stood irresolute for an instant not knowing whether to make some excuse for his evidently inopportune visit and return later, or to keep his seat until the others had gone. Miss Felicia, who had not taken her gaze from the lad since he entered the room, called him to her side. "Now, tell me what you are all doing at home, and how your dear aunt is, and—Miss Corinne, isn't it? And that very bright young fellow who came with you at Ruth's tea?" It was the last subject that Jack wanted to discuss, but he stumbled through it as best he could, and end- ed in hoping, in a halting tone, that Miss MacFarlane was well. 'Ruth! Oh, she is a darling! Didn't you think so?" Jack blushed to the roots of his hair, but Misss Felicia's al1com re- hensive glance never wavered. This was the young man whom Ruth had been mysterious about. She intend- ed to know how far the affair had gone, and it would have been useless she knew, for .Jack to try to deceive her. "All our Southern girls are lovely," The Standard Remedy for IIAY-p VER and Asthma. Sold by all good Druggists. For Free Trial writeTewpletons,Toronto Sold by E. Umbacb. In Walton by W. G. NeaL he answered in all sincerity. "And you like them better than the New York belles?" "I don't know any." "Then that means that you do." "Do what?" "Do like them better." rhe boy thought for a moment. "Yes, and Miss MacFarlane best of all; she is so --so--" the boy falt- ered—"so sincere, and just the kind of girl you would trust with any- thing. Why, 1 told her all about myself before I'd known her half an hour." "Yes, she was greatly pleased." The match -making instinct was al- ways uppermost in Miss Felicia's moves, and then, again, this young man had possibilities, his uncle being roch and he being his only nephew. "Oh, then she told you!" The boy's heart gave a great leap. Perhaps, after all, Ruth had not heard -at all events she did not despise him. "No, I told her myself. The only thing that seemed to worry Ruth was that you had not told her enough. If I remember right, she said you were very shy." "And she did not say anything about—" Jack stopped. He had not intended to put the question quite in this way, although he was still in doubt. Give this keen -eyed, white_ haired old lady but an inkling of what was uppermost in his mind and he knew she would have its every de- tail. "About what?" Here Miss Feli_ cis'a eyes were suddenly diverted, and became fastened on the short figure of Mr. Isaac Cohen, who had risen to his feet and stood talking in the most confidential way with Morris— Peter listening intently. Such phras- es as "Better mako the columns of marble," from Morris, and "Well, I will talk it over with the Rabbi," from the tailor, reached his ears. Further relief came when Miss Fel- icia arose from her chair with her hand extended to Morris, who was already taking leave of Peter, and all danger was passed when host and hostess conducted the tailor and the architect to the door; Morris bend- ing over Miss Felicia's hand and kiss- ing it with the air of a courtier sud- denly aroused by the appearance o: royalty (he had been completely im- mersed in Cohen's talk), and the tail- or bowing to her on his way out without even so much as touching the tips of her fingers. "There, my dear Breen," said Peter, when he had adjusted his cra- vat before the glass and brushed a few stray hairs over his temples, ",flat's a man it would do you an immense amount of good to know; the kind of a man you call worth while. Not only does he speak three languages, Hebrew being one of them, but he can talk on any sub_ jest from Greek temples to the rais- ing of violets. Morris thinks the world of him— So du I." "Yes, J heard him say something about columns." "Oh!—then you overheard! Yes, they are for the new synagogue that Morris is building. Cohen is chair- man of the committee." "And he is the banker, too, I sup- pose?' rejoined Jack, in a tone which showed his lack of interest in both man and subject. It was Peter ear he wanted, and at once. The old man's eyes twinkled: "Hanker!—not a bit of it, He's a tailor, my dear boy—a most delight- ftd gentleman tailor, who works in the basement below us and who only yesterday prassed the coat I have on." • Here Peter surveyed himsel; with a comprehensive glance. "All the respectable people in New York are not money mad." Then, seeing Jack's look of astonishment over the announcement, he laid his hand on the boy's shoulder and said with a twinkle of his eye and a little laugh: "Only one tailor—not mine—my boy, was required to make Mr. Cohen a man. And now about yourself. Why are you not at work? Old fellows like me once in a while have a holi- day—but young fellows! Comel— What is it brings you here during business hours? Anything I can help you in?—anything at home?' and Peter's eyes bored holes in the boy's brain. Jack glanced at Miss Felicia, who was arranging the roses Morris had brought her, and then said in a half whisper: 'I have had a row with my uncle, sir. Maybe I had better come some other day, when—" "No—out with it! Row with your uncle, eh? Rows with one's uncles are too commonplace to get myster- ious over, and, then, we have no sec- rets. Ten chances to one I shall tell Felicia every word you say after you've gone, so she might as well hear it at first hand. Felicia, this young fellow is so thin-skinned he is afraid you will laugh at him." "Oh, he knows better. I have just been telling him how charming he must be to have won Miss MacFar_ lane's good opinion," rejoined his sister as she moved her work -basket i Send for free 1xm1t giving full partly Mara of Trench's world-famous prop- . arationfor Epilepsy and Pies—simple bomo treatment, Over se ora, oa000ae. Teatime, si, Dom anemia anem a crib TREf4CH�S� �REMEDIES LIM TED esta $697 SGJnmeg'Ohamb r .ti 9i delaidedt.F. nearer bet''.!gib ii And Omni wi Mpind at treat now that he was Rig Muth had not heard and With ayes again blazing as ids thoughts dwelt upon the outrage, he poured out hie etot''y, Miss Feliele 1ia- toning intently, a'curioue expression on her face Petar grave and silent, his gate now mit* boy, now on .the hearth -rug on ,which he,stood. Only once did a flashIllumine his coun- tenance; that was when Jack reached that part of his narrative which told of the denunciation he had flung in his uncle's face concerning the meth- ods by which poor Gilbert had been ruined. And you dared tell your uncle that, you young firebrand?" • "Yes, Mr. Grayson, I had to; what else could I say? Don't you think it cruel to cheat like that?" "And what did he say?" asked Peter. He would not listen -he swore at me -told me -well, he ordered me out of the room and had the lights put out." "And it served you right, you young dog! Well, upon my word! Here you are without a dollar in the world except what your uncle pays you, and you fly off at a tangent and in- sult him in his own house—and you his guest, remember. Well! Well! What are we coming to? Felicia, did you ever hear of such a per- formance ?" Miss Felicia made no answer. She knew from her brother's tone that there was not a drop of bitterness in any one of the words that fell from his lips; she had heard him talk that way dozens of times before, when he was casting about for some means of letting the culprit down the easier. She even detected a slight wrinkling of the corners of his mouth as the denunciation rolled out. i Not so Jack: To him the end of the world had come. Peter was his last resort -that one so good and so clear-headed had not flared up at once over the villainy was the sever_ ' est blow of all. Perhaps he was a firebrand; perhaps, after all, it was none of his business; perhaps -per- haps -now that Ruth wuuld not blame him, knew nothing, in fact, of the disgraceful episode, it would• have' been better for him to have ignored the whole matter and taken Garry's advice. "Then I have done wrong again, Mr. Grayson?" he said at last, in so pleading a tone that even Miss Feli- cia's reserve was on the point of giv- ing away. Yes, in the manner in which you acted. Your father wouldn't have lost his temper and called people names. Gentlemen, Cly dear boy, don't do that sort of thing. They make up their minds about what they want to do and then du it quietly, arid, let me say, with a certain amount of courtesy." "Then, what must I do?" All the fight was out of the lad now. "Why, go back to your desk in the office and your very delightful suite of rooms at your uncle's. Tell him you are sorry you let your feelings get the best of you; then, when you have entirely quieteddown, you and . 1 will put our heads together and see what can be done to improve mat- I ters. And that, lot ,ase tell you, my dear boy, is going to be rather a dif-i ficult thing, for you see you are rather particular a., to what you should and should not do to earn your living." Peter's wrinkles had now crept up his cheeks and were twinkles in his eyes. "Of course any playing hide and seek with the I kind of healthy work—such for in- stance, as hauling a chain through a I swamp, carrying a level, prospecting for oil, or copper, or gold—all very respectable occupations for some men —are quite impossible in your case.' But we will think it out and find something easier — something that i won't soil your hands, and—" "Please don't, Mr. Grayson," in- i terrupted Jack, The boy had begun i to see through the raillery now. "I I will do anything you want me to do." Peter burst into a laugh and grab- I bed him by both shoulders: "Of i course, my dear boy, you will do any_ ' thing except what you believe to be wrong. That's right—right as can be:, nobody wants you to do any different, and " The opening of a door leading into' the hall caused Peter to stop in his harangue and turn his head. Mrs. 1 McGuffey was ushering in a young woman whose radiant face was like a burst of sunshine. Peter strained ! his eyes and then sprang forward: I "Why, Ruth!" I There was no doubt about it! That ' young woman, her cheeks like two June ,peonies, her eyes dancing, the daintiest and prettiest pelt in the ' world on her head, was already half ' across the room and close to Peter's rug before Jack could even realize l that he and she were breathing the, same air. i "Oh! I just could not wait a min- ute longer!" she cried in a joyous ' tone. "I had such a good time yes-, terday, dear aunt Felicia, and— Why! -it is you, Mr. Breen, and have you , come to tell aunty the same thing? Wasn't it lovely?" Then Jack said that it was lovely, and that he hadn't come for any such purpose -then that he had -and then Peter patted her hand and told her ; she was the prettiest. thing he had ever seen in all his life, and that he was going to throw overboard all his other sweethearts at once and cleave to her alone; and Miss Felicia vowed that she was the life of the party; , and Jack devoured her with his eyes,, his heart thumping away at high , pressure; and so the moments fled until the blithesome young girl, say- , ing she had not a minute to spare, as she had to meet her father, who would not wait, readjusted her wraps, kissed Miss Felicia on both cheeks, sent another flying through the air toward Peter from the tips of her fingers, and with Jack as escort -he also had to see afriend who would not wait a minute -danced out of the room and so on down to the street. The Scribe will not follow them very far in their walk up town. Both were very happy, Jack because the scandal he had been dreading, since al an a&11uttank Of ,IN 1 ',,Mw.. ?!bass au set to reuuent !t ids head' lve d Chat t use uI UA teig, U MDI) lite J will hutld 0004`ren e ysteor, cleanse the !flood and ren t thew less matte to colds. Rep tett. t- taeks of Mute Catarrh may (earl t:h�ropn��i_o� CA era. • +A.aL141 CATARRH MSI IGIND to taken internally and nota mrough the Blood on the Mucou et%faoes of t o Sys. tem„tluts rsduoing the tnttamwadon sad recto g normal Condit ons, 8'. J. Druggists. hen sey & Co . Toledo Ohlo. htg, 'eAhlaffi lk da, rte',„" •, ,4 'ren what.�o•tli-e aha laughed tbls tinie 0lli note'of auger iq-her rolee "No, you foolish ting - worse." .: ".Prom what then?','f• •"From himself.'" Long after his sister had left the ,room Peter kept his seat by the the, hie eyes gazing into the aigmbering coals. His holiday had been a happy one until Jack's entrance: Morris bad conte to an early breakfast and had - then run down and dragged up Cohen so that he could talk with hilts in comfort and away from thesmell of the tailor's goose and the noise of the opening and shutting of the shop door; Miss Felicia had ,summoned all. her good humor and ,patience ishe did net always approve of Peter's acgnaintances-the little tailor being one), and had received Cohen as she would have done a savant from an- cther country -one whose personal appearance belied his intellect but who on no account must be made a- ware of that fact, and Peter himself had spent the hour before and after breakfast -especially the hour after, when the Bank always claimed him -in pulling out and putting back one book after another from the shelves of his small library, reading a page here and a line there, th€ lights and shadows that crossed his eager, ab- sorbed face, an index of his enjoy- ment. All this had been spoiled by a wild, untamed colt of a boy whom he could not help lilting in spite of his peculi- arities. And yet, was his sister not right? Why bother himself any more about a man so explosive and so tactless - and he was a man, so far as years and stature went, who, no matter what he might attempt for his -ad- vancement, would as surely topple it over as he would a house of cards. That the boy's ideals were high, and his sincerity beyond question, was true, but what use would these quali- ties be to him if he lacked the com- mon-sense to put them into practice? All this he told to the fire -first to one little heap of coals -then an- other -snuggling together -and then to the big back -log scarred all over in its fight to keep everybody warm and happy. Suddenly his round, glistening head. ceased bobbing back and forth; his lips, which had talked incessantly without a sound falling from them, straightened; his gesticulating fin- gers tightened into a hard knot and the old fellow rose from his easy - chair. He had made up his mind. Then began a search through his desk in and out of the pigeon holes, under a heap of letters—most of them unanswered; beneath a package tied with tape, until his eyes fell upon an envelope sealed with wax in which was embedded the crest of the an- cestors of the young gentleman whose future had so absorbed his thoughts. It was Mrs. Breen's acceptance of Miss Felicia's invitation to Miss Mac- Farlane's tea. "Ah, here it is! Now I'll find the number -yes, 864—I thought it was a "4" -hut I didn't' want to make any mistake." he had last !oohed into her eyes, had ' escaped her ears, and Ruth because of all the young men she had met in her brief sojourn in New York this young Mr. Breen treated her with most consideration. While the 'two were making their way through the crowded streets Jack helping her over the crossings, pick- ingt out the drier spots for her dainty feet to step upon, shielding her from the polluting touch of the passing throng, Miss Felicia had resumed her sewing -it was a bit of lace that needed a stitch here and there -and Peter, dragging a chair before the fire, had thrown himself into its depths, his long, thin white fingers open fan-like to its blaze. "You are just wasting your time, Peter, over that young man," Miss Felicia said at last, snipping the end of a thread with her scissors. "Bet- ter buy him a guitar with a broad blue ribbon and start him off trou- badouring, oi', better still, put him in- to a suit of tin armor and give him a lance. He doesn't belong to this world. It's just as well Ruth did not hear that rigmarole. Cbarming man- ners, I admit -lovely, sitting on a cushion looking up into some young girl's eyes, but he will never make his way here with those notions. Why he should want to anger his uncle, who is certainly most kind to him, is past finding out. He's stupid, that's what he is -just stupid!" -to break with your bread and butter and to defy those who could be of service to you being an unpardonable sin with Miss Felicia. No, he would not do at all for Ruth. Peter settled himself deeper in his chair and studied the cheery blaze between his outspread fingers. "That's the very thing will save him, Felicia." "What -his manners?" "No -his adorable stupidity. I grant you he's fighting windmills, but, then my dear, don't forget that he's fight- ing -that's something." "But they are only windmills, and, more extraordinary still, this one is grinding corn to keep him from starving," and she folded up her sew- ing preparatory to leaving the room. Peter's fingers closed tight. "I'ni not so sure of that," he answered gravely. Miss Felicia had risen from her seat and was now bending over the bade of his chair, her spare sharp elbows resting on its edge, her two hands clasping his cheeks. "And are you really going to add this stupid boy to your string, you goose of a Peter?" she asked in a bantering tone, as her fingers car- essed his temples. "Don't forget Mosenthal and little Perkins, and the waiter you brought home and fed fir a week, and sent away in your Lest overcoat, which he pawned the next day; or the two boys at college. Aren't you ever going to learn?" and she leaned forward and kissed the top of his bald head. Peter's only reply was to reach up and smooth her jewelled fingers with his own. Ile remembered them all; there was an excuse, of course, he re- minded her, for his action in each and every case. But for him Mosen- thal—really a great violinist—would have starved, little Perkins would have been sent to the reformatory, and the waiter to the dogs. That none of them, except the two college boys, had ever thanked him for his Continued next week. Now they are going to tattoo so- ciety women. What? Another skin game ?—Kingston Standard. Can you remember when the ladies in crossing a muddy walk brazenly lifted their skirts half -way up their boot tops ?—Portland Express. The subways get frightened when- ever a big storm hits the city. They try to disguise themselves as sewers. olr"80 boiIpolrifites; '' Tbu r tQ • iln$ ftp.q�� tj sesn4:t0-,6Qer%u 1x39 Jolly, -,cola) ri4tal#ledl =—d&vor gaveila. 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