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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1941-05-02, Page 77.-.7.7,717977.^1, LEGAL ELMER D. BELL, BA. Barrister, and Solicitor SEAFORTH- TEL. 173 Attendance in Brussels Wednesday and Saturday. 12-86 McCONNELL & . HAYS Barristers, Solicitors, Etc. Patrick D. McConnell - H. Glenn Hays SEAFORTH, ONT. Telephone 174 3698- K. I. McLEAN Barrister, Solicitor, Etc. Hemphill Block - Hensall, PHONE •113 Ont. MEDICAL SEAFORTH CLINIC DR. E. A. McMASTER, M,I% Graduate of University of Toronto PAUL L. BRADY,' M.D. Graduate of University of Toronto - The Clinic is fully equipped with complete and modem X-ray and other up-to-date diagnostic and therapeutics equipment. Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Specialist in diseases of the ear, eye, nose and throat, will be at 'the' Clinic the first Tuesday in every month from 3 to 5 p.m. Free Well -Baby Clinic will be held on the second, and last Thursday in every month from 1 to 2 p.m. 8687 - JOHN A. ,GORWILL, B.A., M.D. Physician and Surgeon IN DR. H. H. ROSS' OFFICE ' Phone 5-W - Seaforth MARTIN W. STAPLETON, B.A., M.D. Physician and Surgeon Successor to Dr. W. C. Sproat Phone 90-W - Seaforth DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose -and Throat ' Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York -Opthal mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and' Golden Square Throat Hos- pital, London, Eng. At COMMERCIAL HOTEL, SFA -FORTH, THIRD WED= NESDAY in each month, froth' 2 p.m. to 4.30 p.m.; also at Seaforth Clinic. first • Tuesday of each month. 53 Waterloo Street South, Stratford. ' 12-87 AUCTIONEERS HAROLD JACKSON Specialist in Farm and Housrold Sales, Licensed in Huron and Perth Cow - ties. Prices reasonable; satisfaction guaranteed. For information, etc., write or phone Harold Jackson, 12 on 658, Seaforth; R.R. 1, Brucefield. 8768 - CHAPTER 11 SYNOPSIS Lovely, red headed Gillian Meade lives with her uncle, Col- onel Anselm -Meade, at Rydal House, in Eastern Canada. Re- alizing -that there is need of money to provide for her uncle and her younger sister, Deborah, now in boarding school, Gillian° makes up her mind to accept wealthy Jonathan Hillyer. When her uncle asks ,her whether she loves Jonathan, she evades the question, but admitsthat she did love Jeffry Clay, whose death has been indirectly blamed on her. -She goes for a walk on the grounds of Rydal House. Ahead of Gillian, where the 'bank sloped steeply down to the mirror - smooth water, Rab, was 'barking and making an unearthly din. A road, little more than a track, led down to the shore from the King's high- way. There was an open car parked under' an elm and she heard' a splashing in the . water. This was Meade water and Meade ground and Anse was pretty strict about tres- passers. He had gone to much pains to have signs with "No Trespassing" on them planted at strategic points. This cove, where the Meades had always swum, was one of the places This • young titan bad hung his clothes on the sign. He was pad- dling about on his back, gazing at his toes. He was a very brown young man with dark hair, short and still crisp despite its wetness. When he, saw Gillian he stopped paddling and stared fixedly at her and his face seemed to darken. "Oh!" he- called, moving inshore. "Your river?" "Partly." She 'didn't like his tone. She shushed Rab, who was barking, his forepaws in the water. "Sorry we didn't know you were coming or we'd have had clothes pegs stuck in the :No Trespassing' sign. Forgive the oversight." "Not at all. You've made up for it by giving me a glimpse of" your- self. I've never seen you outside the Sunday picture .papers." "Did you ever want to?" "To be frank, no." He turned in a slow circle. Gillian's brows came down. - "And why didn't you?" she asked. "Must' you know?" He looked at her challengingly, looked at her as Gillian Meade had never before been looked at by one like him. Always up to now she had seen [homage, ad- miration, wonder, in the eyes of young men; here she saw contempt, quite open. and scorn thinly veiled. "I shouldn't mind knowing," she said quietly. • "Because I was afraid," he an- swered, calmly,. "that once having gazed upon the fabled beauty of Gil- lian Meade -the Woman Like • the Sun—I should have to destroy .my-, self. Maybe I should have, drowned myself in the' water there, 'but your lovers choose whiskey, don't they?" She telt as if he had struck her. She looked at him, in her eyes no anger, no resentment, only pain. He could have seen, had he wanted to see. But he did not want to see. HAROLD DALE Licensed Auctioneer Specialist in farm and household 'Mies. Prices reasonable. For dates and information, write Harold Dale, Seaforth, or apply at The. EXpositor Office. - EDWARD W. ELLIOTT . 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She stepped in a grove of pines in sight .of the house to dig out her compact and dry her eyes. She was furious at herself for having, given way to tears. I have done nothing that calls for tears, she thought bit- terly: She snapped the compact shut and walked slowly up the drive. Anse, when she entered the house, was immersed in some old cam- paign, some battle. Those who had fought there were dust long ages ago,, and their arms were rusted awa3' and of their proud standards nothing remained. But Anse could bring them all to life. She stood' in the library door and watched him there in the dusk as he dreamed, chin on hand, eyes fixed on a battle map. "Soldier, rest, thy warfare o'er," she called softly. Anse started, gazed about him. "Eh?" ' he said. "Oh it's you, Gil- lian! I was just going over the bat- tle of Maiplagfiet. 'Soldier, rest,' did you say? Not yet, Gillian — not yet. It's the,only life I've ever known. Did ou have a pleasant .0V -elk?" • "Pleasant enough," she -lied. No use to tell Anse that Jaffry Clay's ghost•had walked again for her on the edge of Rydal Water. Anse got up stiffly and gave Gil- lian his arm. "Come walk a little while on the terrace with me, Gil, if you're not too tired. I like to watch the sunset when it's coming on the Autumn. Pretty, eh?" They could see the crimson".fiood beyond the tall, Gothic windows of the 'library. "Makes you sad to watch it, but makes you feel better too." They went out and paced up and down the flagged terrace, Gillian, so young and supple and full of grace; ' Anse, so old and stiff and awkward. "It makes your hair look lovely, Gil. Lovelier than it usually is" She squeezed his. arm. "Do you think that I have a tattered soul in- side this body they call lovely, Anse?" "What! Tattered! You've been see- ing too many motion pictures. That sounds more like Deborah in one of her exalted moments. Tattered soul! Tell me now—what brought this up? Your soul is a shining thing, Gillian. It couldn't be otherwise." "I like to hear that. Coming from you, it means something, for you have known me' at my best and at my worst. Never too good at my best, Anse, and never .too bad at my worst, eh?" ' "To be sure. not." He patted her hand. "Sunset's like a great fur- nace': now, Gil, Look at it! Could swallow up' •- a thousand armies That's where we all march to, all of us, one clay—out there to stand "Then' say you kilted him.' He stood there, a tharsh young judge, too quick to condemn, too ready to believe the worst. "I see:" She could speak at last— a ivhisper he scarcely heard. "Oh, do 'you? I'm glad of that. I was Jaffry 'Clay's best friend. Per- haps that will explain things. I roomed with him all through his col- lege years" We were Damon and Pythias; still better, we were pall,' He had genius and you — you with nothing but that goddess beauty, that lovely body and empty head and tattered soul—youled him on; kidded him, played with him, then, dropped him. I know how he felt about you. He told me and I knew he was a fool—any man would be a fool --•to feel that way, that much, about any woman. I couldn't tell him so; he -wouldn't listen. He's dead now. He destroyed himself. You're lovelier than ever, Gillian Meade." She turned then and hurried up the bank; blindly, scarcely able to see where she was going, following the vague white- blur that -was Rab. She .knew him. His name ,Was Si- mon Ifilligrew. She knew tar niore about him than the dreamed bout hands on hips, smiling 'a very scorn- ful cornful mule. "Hello, Deborah. It's nice ,having you away for two weeks. Doesn't the time fly?" "It might for you,' Deborah's hus!y voice dripped ice. She was, seven- teen, which can be a very tragic age. "For me, it's been terrible=just plain terrible. Dressed in rags, no money to spend, nothing :to look forward to. While you—oh!" Sipe had spied the rose-colored frock that Gillian had been hoping to sneak into her ward- robe case. "While you dress yourself up like a queen!" She pounced on the dress, held it up and examined it with a bitter" look. "That's no bar- gain counter or rma Campfire Girl. That took jack. How did you do it? I thought you said the budget wouldn't stand any fancy stuff and I'd have to make do with the tatters I had? I thought—" "Deborah, please," Gillian held up a hand. "Don't be like that. I simply had,'to have that dress. I'm going to Jon Hillyer's lodge for the week -end.. You can't get a husband without a bit of special War paint." "Oth!" Deborah Was slightly mol- lified. "So you're going to marry Jon! That's not a bad idea. He's always been nuts about you, though why he still sticks to you after that mess with Jaffry Clay; 1 can't—" • Gillian's cheeks burned. Her mouth thinned. "I °told you not to talk about it. Can't you see that it hurts?" "Everyone talks about it," said Deborah carelessly, looking in Gil- lian's bag for cigarettes, finding a packet and lighting one..•"Why should it be taboo 'for me? I think, if you ask me, that it's a' bit think you're not telling even me, your own sister, what happened. One day you were prowling around the heavens pluck- ing stars, hand, in hand with Jeffry, the next, you wouldn't even see him,• wouldn't hear his name mentioned. Then he started the alcohol bath and you wouldn't even try to bring him out of it. And you could have, couldn't you?" "Maybe I could." Gillian's cheeks were white now. "Of course,. Jiff had no money to speak of, •but that didn't seem to bother you at first. Maybe when you thought of being married to a poet—" . "You'll have to stop, Deb!" . Gil- • Sometimes a .garden must he 'plant, ed in a hurr$, Perhaps, a *an is hir- lian's voice was low, but it quiver- ed. "You'll have to! Jeffry Clay � is dead. Let him rest, • for ,heaven's sake. And let me rest. I had noth- ing to do with his. death." "They say you tilled him," said.• Deborah calmly, and went off to her own room, banging Gillian's door behind her, leaving Gillian standing there all color gone from her cheeks, her lips pale, her hands clenched. Her mouth twisted. She had been trying to put the memory of Clay away from, her. Thinking of him did no good, thinking of him would in time, she felt, drive her mad. But they wouldn't let her forget. Every way she turned there was someone standing, waiting to recall it all to her, to accuse her, as Simon Killi- grew had done yesterday, as De- borah had today, of being Jeffry Clay's murderess. Jon Hillyer had never reproached her.• He never would. Joan was hard—hard as steel. He had no sym- pathy with weaklings. He had come to see her the day after Jaffry died. He had just looked at her in silence fora few -moments, then said, "I love you, young Gillian." And he took her hand and pressed it and said,: "I want you to be my woman. You're one after, my own,. heart. You live your own life and you'll take what you want. When you feel like listening. I'll plead my cause." Well, she felt like listening now. With Jon's wealth and position to sustain her, she need not worry much about what people might say. Marriage to Jon Hillyer would fix' things for Deborah, too. Jon was generous. He had settled half . a million on, his first wife. Maybe, after a few years, thought Gillian, he will tire of me and I'll get a half -million. She loathed herself for the thought, but it was tihere in her mind and all she could do was face it. ' Downstairs the oldrfashioned door- bell pealed and jangled:. ,Gillian went to the window ande'saw Jon's coupe, a long, sleek maroon machine, park- ed in the driveway. Hastily, she finished packing. De- borah had gone downstairs — gone running. She could trust Deborah to entertain Jon. ,(Continued Next Week) ed ;ti► da the job g,o 'ante: noon of so and tlien an :hour at, 0'ee to' get it tinderw,aT Naturally" these is less pleasure .itx: handling in .: th5e, Gold ;businesslike ' .uan?nel' .ae, Pont pared with daily puttering around i Spring watching the picture unfold, but it can be done, and it Will•. gi ire wonderful results. For this special speed and purpose • experts advise Us- ing a large portion.of started plapto. One Good Cultivation The beds are. thoroughly 'dug and cultivated, and perhaps given au ap- plication, of well -rotted manure or commercial fertilizer. Then started, r;ar ti like 'Petunias, Marigolds, C•.rs= mos, Phlox, etc., for the middle and back of the beds, and Alyssum and Ageratum,, Dwarf Marigolds, Zinu:as and Petunias for the front. These are best set out towards the a oo1 of the evening, as are all started plants and watered thoroughly. About a ek later the beds will need another the:•nugh cultivation, and another one abe.ut ten days after that. From 'hen. on such a garden will pretty well lake care of itself and should produce a lot of bloom, especially if the flowers are picked every day or two. Little Excuse For Weeds There is' little excuse for weeds at any time and certainly not in tfine of +vat. These useless things- really re- present waste and carelessness. Tr.ie once theyget shoulder high and tough they are difficult foes to han- 1le and fire is about the only meth, ed But with proper care an,l plan- t inn they will never be allowed to get such a start. Much of the trouble traces to the fact that .people try to attempt . to garden or farm more land, than they can properly handle. In the' Spring' when the sap is rising in the trap,; these people feel the race -old -urge to get out and dig. They plan a huge garden; they have a couple of acres plowed up. 13y seeding time some cf tii,e:r enthusiasm has ebbed and yer- haps only a corner of the plot is planted, the rest immediately goes hack to nature, which means a solid mass of burdock, chicory or twitch. It is unfortunate that the original urge to dig does not last a few weeks longer. If only it would see the plot through the first cultivation and thin- ning'4 that would be almost sufficient, teea.use .weeds are not hard to con- trol. A quickly drawn hand cultiva- tor or a Dutch hoe will nip off the young sprouts like a lawn mower s,,nps grass. At the same time the soil is stirred and nearby flowers, and vegetables are encourat,;•:1 to grow. Given a start like this; and at mist a couple more cultivations later on, the regular vegetables and flowers soon take charge and what night have been a disfiguring jungle and a ebb , Clinton, air. Bxucolleld '[ ippe,11 >ensall R x:, Exetor • • C.N.R Goderich Holanesvi11e Clinton Seaforth St. Colum'ban• Dublin Mitchell EA; WEST Mitchell . , , , 11.06 8.2$. "? Dublin 1144 9.1.6, Seaforth 1L30 WO Clinton - 11,.45 10•00'.•.; Goderich 12.05 10.2E ,. 443, 7,0.5 7,24 C.P.R. TIME TABLE EAST - PM, Goderich 4.20 Measet 4.24 McGaw 4.32 Auburn ¢,4 Blyth 4.52 Walton. 6,05 McNaught... 5,15 Toronto ... 9,00 WEST A.M. Toronto 8.30 McNaught 12.03 Walton 12.13 Blyth 12.23 Auburn 12121 McGaw 12.40: Menset 12.46 Goderich ' - 12.55. menace to the enighborhood now be- • comes a source of pride as well as beautiful flowers and tender, crisp vegetables. Not Too Deep One of the commonest mistakes of the beginner is planting seeds too deeply. Authorities recommend as a general rule only sowing to a 'depth r:f four times the diameter of the seed. this meatsthat things like peas and beans will be covered with about an inch of soil, but tiny seeds such as lettuce and floppies will be merely _•, tressed in. With the very fine seeds old: gardeners advisemix- ing with a little sand to permit thin- ner hioner and more even sowing. NEXT wt.-EN—Screens; Planting' Tender Vegetables, before the greatest General of them all and make our report, and may it be a good one; may we not be found wanting." Deborah went to Bishopgate School, which was only a hundred miles from Rydal House. She came home week -ends when she could af= ford it—which, was seldom. Gillian had arranged %o'• her presence this time so that Anse would not be alone. Deborah arrived et Rydal House an hour before the time Jon Hillyer *as to pick up Gillian on his way from Montreal. She was warm, her dark brown curls stuck moistly to her forehead and her nose was shiny. The green knitted sports dress she wore had stretched and didn't look, Gillian admitted, as if it had been 'made for mademoiselle. It definitely bagged in places and clung in others. lifademoiselle didn't think much of it either; in fact, she was pretty well put out with it when she walked up iron% the bus, paraded noisily into- • the house and banged down her week end Oahe. - Deborah came into the room where Gilliam wad getting ready, and stood '5, It Is Easy et RES with Huron Expositor Classified Ads. 1 To Buy or Sell NOTICE OF MEETINGS ARTICLES WANTED ARTICLES FOR SALE POSITION WANTED HELP WANTED - HOUSE TO RENT COMING EVENTS FARM FOR SALE LIVE STOCK FOR SALE GRAIN FOR SALE PERSONAL Phone 41 The -Huron MCLEAN BROS., Publishes • A Classified Ad in The Huron Expositor will get you what you want or have, to bury or sell "out from under the bushel basket." Using The Huron Expositor's classified columns is the most direct and inexpensive method' of making wants known. Olxr rates are only 1 cent a word (less for more than one inset- tion). nset=tion). 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