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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1923-11-02, Page 7:s�q i‘t 0 could SPV 4 .. Agliatigt‘ltdIV4E pg. r A y lay"44 tha a:aWirtlre,4.9 herybhie r raarpt egitid • Alt air a an In jen:e r and redOlent with, the incense' . Lunn, Britton rernrnd -4 that ititeao a 8'00 month), ter ,and I Nifue et thatr tfon is an ex- elleilemenrte,ehnadp w1oae., fidone are al- ways worth conadfl, So I start ed for:the, afar first' at the office on my way \Ph , osteesibly • to complain about theN bsence of wfn- Ow-screens but. in .reality to glance over the register in 'guest of certain signatures.; • A brisk, 'oldish little man came'up beside Inc and rather testily inquired ' why the dace there were no matches in his reborn; also why the hot water was cold so much- longer than usual that morning. He was not much of a man to look -at, bills could not fail to note the obsequious manner in which the two clerk a behind the desk looked at him. You couldn't possibly have discovered anything in their manner to remind you of hotel clerks you may have come to know in your travels. A half dozen boxes of mat- ches were passed out to him in the twinkling of an eye, And I shudder to think what might have happened if there had been a hot water faucet handy, they were so eager to please. "Mr. Brewster gone out yet?" de- danded this important guest, pocket- ing all of_the matches. (I could see at once that he wasa very rich man.) "Did he leave any message for me?" He didn't? He wasto let me know whether he could play golf with—eh? Playing with Logan, eh? Well. of all the— He knows I will not play with Logan. See if Mr. Scott is in his room. Tell him I'd like to take him on for eighteen holes this morning." He crossed to the news -counter and glanced over the papers while a dus- ky bell -boy shot off in quest of Mr. Se4they all hate to play with the old geezer," said one of the clerks, --a young one, you may be sure,—lower- ing his voice and his eyebrows at the same tinie. "He's the rottenest play- er in the world." ., "Who is he?" I inquired mildly in- terested. "Jasper Titus," was the reply. "The real old Jasper himself." Before I could recover from my surprise, the object 9f my curiosity approached the desk, his watch in his hand. "Well, what does ie say?" he' de - m ended. "The—the boy isn't back yet, Mr. Titus," said one of the clerks, invol- untarily pounding the call -bell in his nervousness. • "Lazy, shiftless niggers, the whole tribe of them," was Mr. Titus'a cans': tic comment. At that instant the boy, quite out of breath, came thumping down the stairs. "Mr. Scott's got rheumatiz, Mr. Titus. He begs to be excused—" "Buncombe!" snapper Mr. Titus. He's afraid to play,. me. Well, this means no game for me. A beautiful day like this and—" "I beg your pardon, Mr. Titus," said I, stepping forward. "If you don't mind taking on a stranger, I will be happy to go around with you. My name is Smart. I think you must have heard of me through the Coun- tess and your—" "Great Scott! Smart? A re—aire you the author, James Byron Smart? The—the man who—" He checked himself suddenly, but seized me by the hand and, as he swung it vigor- ously, dragged me out of hearing of the men behind the desk. "I am John Bellamy Smart," said I, a little niffed. His shrewd, hard old face under- went a marvellous change. Tbe crustiness left it as if by magic: His countenance radiated joy. "I owe you a debt of gratitude, Mr. Smart, that can never be lifted. My daughter has told me everything. You must have put up with a fearful lot of nonsense during the weeks she was with you. I know her well. She's spoiled and she's got a temper, al- though, upon my soul, she seems dif- ferent nowadays. There is a change in her by George." "She's had her lesson," said 1 "Be- sides I didn't find she had a bad tem- per. "And say, I want to tell you some- thing else before I forget it; I fully appreciate your views on internation- al marriage. Allie told me every- thing you had to say about it. You must have rubbed it in. But I think it did her gond, She'll never marry another foreigner if I can help it, if she never marries. Well, well, I an, glad to see you, and to shake your hand. I—I wish 1 could really tell you how I feel toward you, my boy, but I—.I don't seem to have the power to express myself. If I—" I tried to convince him that the pleasure had been all mine, and then inquired for Mrs. Titus and the Coun- tess. "They're both here, but the good Lord only .knows where. Mrs. Titus goes driving every morning. Roads are fine if you can stick to them. Aline said something last night about riding over to Fassifern thin forenoon with Amberdale and young Skelly. Let's see, it's half -past ten. Yes, they-ve gone by this time. Why didn't -you write or telegraph Aline? She'll be as mad as a wet hen when she finds you've come without letting her know." "I thought I should like to take her by surprise," I mumbled uncomfort- ably. "And my son Jasper—why, he will explode when he hears you're here. He's gone over to Covington to see a girl off on the train for Louisville. You've never seen such a boy. He is always going to Covington jrith some girl to see that she get0he right train home. But wlfy are we wasting time here when we might be doing a few holes before lunch? I'll take you on. Of course, you understand I'm a wretched player, but I've got one virtue:- I never talk about my fie er dishes are wea.. the children are in '.pd Mrs ---bas settled down to a night's darning. A' hundred miles away, in the Hotel, Jim—has fin- ished dinner, written the day's report and looked over the local paper. Time bangs heavy till, happy thought, isa remembers Long Distane. , 337 4", mons Win mocuTamon from adding the unandabie words: * • Ihidd, 'Mead &:conipariy. (Contiued from filet wait) , lot eight children? ow are you?" `Mello How are, the Just three minutes at home, and yet it makes all the difference. The hotel seems brighter. And Mary— well, the, holeein the socks don't seem quite so , • Just the effect of a voico you lode to hear. • Beep th3 h e tiesstrong, the Long Dieltnance way Bray asti rstophene as Loaf Dirdorroo Station • FARMS FOR SALE 100 AGR II FARM FOR RALE. ()WHIM will eel on reasonable berm for pMek oda ADD17 to R. 8: HAYS, Seeforth, Oat 238540 WARM FOR SAL. -15O ACRES, LOT 80, ▪ Concesaion S. Hibbert. On the premises there are a brick home. two bank harm, garage, two good wells, spring creek, three acres of hardwood bush. wire ferime and We drained. Rural mail and telephone; 1% miles from school; 71/2 miles front Seaforth. Apply In 58118. CHARLES YOUNG, Staffs, Ont. 0909-tf WARM FOR SALE.—FOR SALE 20 ACRES •••- oleared land, situated one-quarter mile east of Brucefield on the Mill Road. On the premises aro a two story brick house. with eight rooms and wood shed, frame barn. 4026; driving shed, 223;42, and hen home, 1:17. Will be sold on reasonable terms. For further particulars apply on the premises or address JACK ROSS, Brucefield Post Office. 291140 WARM FOR SALE.—FOR SALE LOT 17. ▪ Concession 6, McKillop, containing 100 aeo. There are on VIC premises a goal frame house; two barnsone large barn 60x56 on stone rind cement foundation; one hay barn 80s60, also a shed joining tam barns. The land 'is in a good etate of cltivatMn, well fenced and drained: a good orchard and two good wells, one drilled well, water 4 feet from top; elm, 12 acres of hardwood bush. This farm is situated 6 mile from the Town of Seaforth and will be sold rea- aonable. For further particulars apply to SAMUEL SMITH, Lot 16. Concession 9, Mc - Killen, R. R. No. 1, Dublin. 2906-10 FARM FOR SALE. -.-FARM OF TWO HUN- dred acres ad/coining the Town of gwre forth, conveniently sitonted to all churches. Reboots and Collegiate. There is • emnfort. able brick cottage with a ettraent kitehent barn 100:06 with atone °tabling underneath tor 0 horses, 7$ head of cattle and 40 begs with lase stane.biona and water before .11 stock; litter carrier and feed carrier and two mment silos; driving shed and plat. Lam males Watered by a rock well and windmill. The farm is well drained and la a high etate of cultivation. The crop b all In the ground—choice elm loam Immedi. Me possession. Apply to M. BEATON, IL 2. Beaforth. Ont. 2787-tf WARM FOR SALE.—FOR SALE, LOT 11, ▪ Concession 11, and west half of Let 5, Concesolon 10, H.R.S., Tuckeramkth, con- taining 150 acres. There ere on the premises • good two-story brick house with slate roof, large bank barn 10009 feet with Seat elass e tablIng,"Water in the barn, drive shed 26014, Mg house and hen home. TWo good spring web, oleo an over -flowing spring. The farm Is all cleared but about 20 awes. The good hardwood bush, principally maple All well fenced and Ile drained. Eight sera of fall wheat sown. 40 acres ready for spring mop. The farm 5. eituated 7 miles frog Seaferth and 4'iniles from Hensel', one-half mile from school; rural mall and phone. Will be sold on easy terms. Unless sold by Sprint tt will be for rent. For further particulars antflY on the premises. or address R. R. No I, Kippen. ARCMS McKTNNON. 2858-0 THE MeHILLOP MUTUAL VIRE INSURANCE CO'Y. HEAD OFFICE--SEAFORTH, ONT. OFFICERS:' J. Connolly, Goderich - - President Jas. Evans, Beechwood, vice-president D. F. McGregor, Seaforth, Sec.-Treas. AGENTS: Alex. Leitch, R. R. No. 1, Clinton; W. E. Hinchley, Seaforth; John Mur- ray, Egmondville; J. W. Yeo, Gode- rich; 11 G. Jarmuth, Brodhagen. DIOCTORS: William Rinn, No. 2, Seaforth; John Bennewies, Brodhagen; James Evans, Beechwood; M. McEwen, Clin- ton; James Connolly, Goderich; Alex. Eiroadfoot, No. 3 Seaforth; J. G. Grieve, No. 4, Walton; Robert Ferris, Harlock; George McCartney, No, 8, Seaforth; Murray Gibson, Brucefield. NOTICE Any Patrons with Seaforth Creamery Cana and not going to use them to send cream to us this season, will kindly return them to the Creamery. These are our property and only loaned to patrons, and must be returned In geed order. The Seaforth Creamery. 21184-tf damn him. • , • Tbia rigid; puritanical principle o' gainet the unrig. hteousness o falling in love with a divorce. /bhp, /had been' iiipondon aweek It became perfectly clear 'to Me that could not stretch my stay out to anything like aperiod of two months. Indeed, I began to think about book- ing my passage home inside of two weeks: I was trestless, dissatisfied, homesick. On the ninth day I sent Poopendyke to the booking office of the, steamship company with intruc- tions to secure passage for the next sailing of the Mauretania, and then lived in a state of positive dread for fear the confounded American tour- ists might have gobbled up all of the cabins. They are alWays going home It seems to me, and they are always trying to get on a single unfortunate ship. In all my experience abroad, I've never known a Hine when Amer- icans werd not tumbling over each other trying to get back to New York in time to catch a certain train for home, wherever that may be. But Poopendyke managed it somehow. Ha must have resorted to bribery. I awoke one morning to find a long and -1 was about to say interesting —letter- from the Countess! It was a very commonplace communication I found on the third or fourth reading. The sum and substance of its con- tents was the information that she was going to Virginia Hot Springs with the family for a month or two and that Lord Amberdale was to join them there. It appeared that her father, being greatly overworked, was in need of a rest, and as the golf links at Hot Springs are especially designed to make it easy for rich men, his doctor had ordered him to that delightful resort. She hoped the rest would put him on his feet again. There was a page or so of drivel about Amberdate and whot he expected to do at the New York horse show, a few lines concerning Rose- mary; and a brief, almost curt inti- mation that a glimpse or two of me would not be altogether displeasing to her if I happened to be coming that way. It • may be regarded as a strange coincidence that I instructed Britton that very evening to see that my golf clubs were cleaned up and put into good shape for a little practice on a course near London, where I had been put up by an English author, and who was -forever ding-donging at me to come out and let him "put it all over me." I went out and bought a new brassie to replace the one destroyed by the experimenting Rocksworth youth, and before I got through with it had a new putter, a niblick and a spoon, neither of which I needed f.• the excellent reason that I already possessed a half dozen cf each. Keyed up to a hgh pitch of en- thusiasm, I played golf for ten days and found my friend to be a fine sportsman. Like all Englishmen, he took a beating gracefully, but gave me to understand that he had been having a good deal of trouble with rheumatism or neuritis in his right elbow. On the last day we played he succeeded in bringing me in two down and I've never seen neuritis dispersed so quickly as it was in his caoe. I remember distinctly that he com- blained bitterly of the pain in his elbow when we started out, and that he was as fit as a fiddle at the eigh- teenth hole. He even went, so far se to implore me to stay over till the next sailing of the Mauretania. But I took to the high seas. Mr. Poopendyke cabled to the Homestead at Hot Springs for suitable accommo- dations. I cannot remember when I had been so forehanded as all that, and I wonder what my secretary thought of me. My habit is to pro- crastinate. I almost forgot to mention a trifl- ing bit of news that came to me the day before sailing. Elsie Hazzard wrote in great perturbation and at almost unfeeling length to tell me that Count Tarnowsy had unearthed the supposedly mythical Rothhoefen treasure chests and was reputed to have' found gold and precious jewels worth at least a :Milieu dollars. The accumulated products of a century's thievery! The hoard of all the cob- ber barons! Tarnowny's! Strange to say I did not writhe nor snarl with disappointment and -rage. I took the news with a sang froid that almost killed poor Poopendyke. He never quite got over it.. Nor was I especially disturbed or irritated by the telegram of oondo- lence I received on board ship from Tarnowsy himself. He could not re- ist the temptation to gloat. I shall not repeat the message for the simple reason that I do not wish to dignify it by putting it into permanent form. We were two days out when I suc- ceeded in setting my mind at rest in respect to Aline, Countess Tarnowsy. I had not thought of it befre, but I remembered all nf stalden that I held decided scruples :against ntarry- ing a divorced womn. Of course. that simplified matters. When one has preconceived 11011011, :11)(110, such MAHN'S they afford excellent mater- ial to fall back upon, even though he may have disregarded them after a fashion while unselfishly thinking of some one else. As I say, the recol- lectin of this well-defined though somewhat remorseless principle of rnine had the effect of putting •my mind nt r,i. in regard to the Couri- ess. Feeling as strongly 50 I did about marriage with divorcees, she became an absolutely undesirable person so far as matrimony wan con- cerned. I experienced a rather doubt- ful feeling of reliefft was not so hard to say to myself that Lord Amberdale was welcome to her, but itwas very, very difficult to/refrain • CHAPTER XX • I Change Garden Spots. If I have, by -any chane, •annOunc- ed earlier in this narrative that the valley of the Donau is the garden • spot of the world, I must now ask you to excuse the ebulliencd of spirit that promptek the declaration. The Warm Spring Valley of Virginia is infinitely more attractive to me, and I make haste to rectify any erron- eous impression I may have given While under the spell of something my natural modesty forbids me to describe. If you happen not to know the Warm Springs Valley, permit me to say that you are missing a great deal. It is a garden spot and—but why discourse upon a subject that is so aptly handled by the gentlemen who supply railway folders with de- striptive materials and who will tell you in so many words that God's nob- leaiyork Was done in the green hills a vales of fair Virginia?Any' rail - wit}, folderwill acquaint you with all this and save me a great deal of time and trouble, besides giving you a sensible and adequate idea of how to get there and where to stop when you reach your journey's end, to- gether with the price of Pullman tickets and the nature of the ailments you are supposed to have if you take the w.aters. It is only necessary for me to say that. it is a garden spot andthat you don't have to change cars if you take the right train out of New York City, a condition which does not obtain if you happen to ap- proach from the opposite direction: I Arrived there early one bright No- vember morning, three days after landing in New York. You will be rendered unhappy, I fear, by the announcement that I left Mr. Poopen- dyke behind. He preferred to visit An aunt a't New Rochelle and I felt that he deserved a vaation. Britton of course, accompanied me. He is indispensable, and, so far as I know, hasn't the faintest notion of what a vacation means unless he considers employment• with Inc in some such light. At any rate he has never men- tioned a relation in need of a visit from him. Before leaving New York I had a rather unpleasant encounter with my publishers. It was in the nature of a luncheon at which I was led to be- lieve that they still expected me to supply them with the manuscript of a novel at a very early date. They seemed considerably put out when I blandly informed thein that I had got no farther along than the second chapter. "We have been counting on this' book of yours for January publica- tion" said they. I tried to explain that the muse had abandoned me in a most heart- less fashion. "But the public demands a story from you," said they. "What have you been doing all summer?" "Romancing," said I. I don't know just how it come a- bout, but the suggestion was made that I put into narrative form the lively history of my sojourn on the banks of the Danube, trusting implic- itly to the imagination yet leaving nothing to it. "But it's all such blithering rot," said I. "So much the better," said they triumphantly—even eagerly. "I do not suppose that you, as pub- lishers, can appreciate the fact that an author may have a soul above skittles," said I indignantly. "I can- not, I will notwrite a line about my- self, gentlemen. Not that I consider the subject sacred but—" "Wait!" cried the junior member, his face aglow. "We appreciate the delicacy of—er—your feelings, Mr. Smart, but I have an idea—a splendid hies. It solves the whole question. Your secretary is a most competent, capable young man and a genius af- ter a fashion. I propose that he write the story. We'll pay him a lump sum for the work, put your name on the cover, and there you are. All you will have to do is to edit his material. How's that?" And so it came to pass that' took niyself ofT that evening for Hot Springs, secure in the thought that Poopendyke would attend to my lit- rary estate far more capably than I could do it myself, and that my labours later on would be pleasant- ly devoted do the lazy task of edit- ing, revising and deleting a tale al- ready told. . . . If you are lucky enough to obtain rooms in the Homestead, looking out over the golf course, with the won- . : de se Y forMelf To.ataPPed , , 'wixed AZittelip4149 , BRse brat the instant' 'tliff:Orne,; • WO en be settiOdritite the '10* ' serve thakchara4erizes tbe Man igliq Am takes y, enterpriee heriouelY. ;le :A. • I shall not discuie our game, for- , ther than to say thathe PlaYefl atrociously bad forni but14th a pit - pose that let rag, to some agree, info the secret of his success in life.' If I do say it myself; r am a fairly good player. illy driving tie Aonsistently long. It may not be difficult for even, you who do not to in for golf to ap- preciate the superior patience of a man whose tee shots are rarely short of two hundred and twenty yards when he is obliged to amble along doing nothing while his opponent is striving to cover the same distance in three or four shots, not counting the misses. But I was patient, agree- ably patient, not to say tolerant. I don't believe I was ever in a better ; humour than on this gay November ! morn. I even apologised for Mr. Ti- tus s execrable foozlesv I amiably suggested that he was a little off his game and that he'd soon strike his gait and give me a sound beating after the turn. His smile was polite but ironic, and it was not tong before I realized that he knew his ow -n game too well to be affected by cajolery. Ile just pegged away, always playing the odd or worse, uncomplining, un - resentful, as even-tempered as the May wind, and never by any chance winning a hole from me. He was the rarest "duffer" it has ever been my good fortune to meet. As a rule,' the poorer the player the louder his execrations. Jasper .Titus was one of the worst players I've ever seen, but he was the personification of gentility, even under the most pro- voking circumstances. For instance, at the famous "Crater," it was my good fortune to Pitch a ball fairly on the green from the tee. His mashie shot landed his bell about twenty feet up the steep lint which guard , the green. It rolled half -way back. Without a word of disgust, 'or so much as a scowl, he climbed up and blazed away at it again, not once but fourteen times by actual count. On the seventeenth stroke he trium- phantly laid his ball on the green. Most men would have lifted and con- ceded the hole to me. He played it out. "A man never gets anywhere, Mr. Smart," said he, unruffled by his mis- erable exhibition, "unless he keeps plugging away at a thing, That's my principle in life. Keep at it. There is satisfaction in putting the damned ball in the hole, even if it does require twenty strokes. You, did it in three, but you'll soon fdrget the feat. I'm not likely to forget the troubles I hadgoing down in twenty and there lies the secret of success. If success comes easy, we pass it off with a laugh, if it comes hard we grit our teeth and remember the ways and means. You may not be- lieve it, but I took thirty-three strokes for that hole one day last • ;.i r"08usoaano.iaol2l1izsasa,o.- 113. o G D f)@ Foto 4,....14.4 I , • week. Day before yesterday I did it in four. Perhaps it wouldn't oc cur to you to think that it's a darned sight easier to do it in four than it is in thirty-three. Get the idea?" "I think I do, Mr. Titu," said I. ‘PThe things that 'come easy' are nev- er appreciated. "Right, my boy. It's what we have to work for like milers that we lie awake thinking about." We canie out upon the eminence overlooking the next hole, which lay far below ns. As I stooped to tee - up my ball, a gleeful shout came tip the hillside. "Hello, John Bellanay!" Glancing down, I saw -gasper, Jr., at the edge of the wagon =id. He was waving his cap and, even at that distance, I could see the radiance in his good-looking young face. A young and attractively dressed woman stood beside him. I waved my hand and shouted a greeting. • I thought you said he'd gone to Covington to see her off," I said, turn- ing to the young man's father with a grin. "Not the same girl," said he suc- cinctly, squinting his eyes. "That's the -tittle Parsons girl from Rich- mond. He Aws to meet her at Cov- ington. Jasp& is a scientific butter- fly. He Mikes both ends meet,— nearly always. Now no one but a genius could have fixed it up to see one girl off and meet another on the 881310 trin. Later on, Jasper: Jr., and I stroll- ed over to the casino veradak, •Gies. chatty Miss Parsons between us bati tosleanitPliganatoshiroe, alethaorenrvrgeli atoels.;.%°, ed to be somewhat e at,` meethig a real live author. Mr. itetus, asf waaus. rattetwardthabit, burred on er‘ he had a dread of OW:MOMS. "Aline never said a word abolk your atoning, John," said Jaisper-r. He called Me John with -considexablet gusto. "She's learning how-to holt heraTcoham t4nginps egen.:„ staiday.a haidtshe Aldn'telinow wwilist! led. "She's off somewhere with Amber..' dale. Ever meet him? lie's 'one of the finest char* I know.' TouU like. him, Miss Parsons. He's not at all like a Britisher." "But I like the British," said she. Then I'll tell ,him to spread it int a bit," said Jappy obligingly. "Great horseman, he is. Got some ripping neer in the New York show next week, and he Tides like a dream. Watch him pull davia_a few ribbons and rosettes. Sure thing." 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