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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1941-08-08, Page 7AUGUOT8,1,941 77,77"77,7X2: Mr777,.7":77777, s77 • LEGAL ELIVIER D. BELL, B A - Barrister and Solicitor SEAPORTS - TEL. 173 Attendance in Brussels Wednesday aud Saturday. 16-66 McCONNELL & HAYS Barristers, Solic1ton1, Etc. Patrick D. McConnell - H. Glenn Hays SEAFORTH, ONT. Telephdtie 174 3698- K. L McLEAN Barrister, Solicitor, Etc. SEAFORTH - -, ONTARIO Branch Office - Hensel' Hensall Seaforth Phone 113 Phone 173 MEDICAL SEAFORTH CLINIC , DR. E. A. McMASTER, M.B. Graduate of University of Toronto PAUL L. BRADY, M.D. Graduate of University of Toronto The Clinic is fully equipped with complete and, modern X-ray and other up-to-date diagnostic and the*apeutice 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.111- 3687 - JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D. Physician and Surgeon IN DR. H. H. ROSS' OFFICE Phone 5-W 7 Seaforth MARTIN W. STAPLETON, SA.. M.D. Physician and Surgeon Successor to Dr. W. p. 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, SEAFORTH, THIRD WED- NESDAY in each month, from 2 p.m. to 420 p.m.; also at Seaforth Clinic &et Tuesday of each month. 53 Waterloo Street South, Stratford. 12-37 AUCTIONEERS. HAROLD JACKSON Specialist in Farm and Household Sales. Licensed in Huron and Perth Coun- ties. Prices reasonable; satisfaction guaranteed. • For information., etc., write or phone Harold Jackson, 12 on 658, "Seaforth; R.R. 1, Brucefleld. 3768 - HAROLD DALE Licensed, Auctioneer Specialist in farm. and household eales. Prices reasonable. • For dates and information, • Write Harold Dale, Seaforth, or apply at The Expositor Office. •,• , EDWARD W. ELLIOTT Licensed AUCtioneer For Huron Correspondence promptly answered. Immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Date at The Huron Exposi- tor, Seaforth, or by calling Phone 203, Clinton. Charges moderate and satis- faction guaranteed. 3829-62 eRCAINI3 IN MIME MESS 11111111111111M1111111111111111 LONDON and WINGHAM NORTH A.M Exeter 10.34 10.48 10.52 11.00 11.47 Hensall Xippen Brucefleld Clinton Clinton SOLTH Brucefleld Xippe.a Hensall Exeter P.M. 3.08 3.28 3.38 3.45 3.58 CHAPTER VII SYNOPSIS Charming Camilla Dean reach- es Egypt on a pleasure tour with a party of other Americans. 071 the voyage she has many admir- ers, among them the wealthy Syrian, Joseph Asad who, as Camilla learns, is in reality Has- san Isar, 'a leader of fanatical , Arabs in' Palestine. On the boat too, she meets Ronald Barker, half American educated in Eng- land, known as E1 Kerak, rayster- ious leader cif tribes opposed to Hassan Isar. Camilla, accepts the attention of Joseph Asad in order to obtain information help- ful to Ronald Barker, and goes with Asad to view the Pyramids by moonlight.' Eluding Asad, she goes out an the rocks to enjoy the quiet. There Ronald Barker • appears in the costume of a na- tive camel driver. He tells her he 'Is going to -Jerusalem where he. hopes to see her later. The next day Camilla and Slim Mc- Manus, fellow tourist, visit the antique shop owned by Mahmoud Daoud, one of Ronald's enemies. The most fascinating city in the world, the object of her Eastern pil- grim.age, was now unimportant to Camilla beside the impulse to get to Jerusalem and Ronald Barker at' the earliest moment. She packed her bag and waited in the lobby for the time when they would take the after- noon train to Jerusalem. Slim joined her and Ordered a coffee instead of a cocktail because Camilla ordered one and they sat watching the people come and go like the strutters of, Peacock Alle. keeping an eye for the returning tourists from the Green Mosque. Three persons entered the hotel in earnest, conversation -L -Asad, Kitty Trimble and Mahmoud. With- out seeing Camilla and Slim, they went into the cafe. Slim watched them suspiciously as they disappeared behind a screen. Slim flicked his -cigarette accurate- ly into a Japanese vase. "Well, it's no business, of mine," he tOldf Cam- illa. "All I know is, that you or Bar- ker can call on me for, help i1 you need it. I like Ronald Barker, -he's half American and a regular guy. I don't like that bird, Asad. I think you've fallen for that guy, Camilla. I used to think I was in the running. It seems to me it might clear the air a bit if you'd tell me just how we .all stand." She smiled. "I like Ronnie a lot, I love Joe a., little, but I adore you, - Slim flushed, snubbed out. his cig- arettein a dish. "Say, quit your kidding, "Then don't ask impertinent ques- tions. And if you'll promise not to tell anybody I'll let you into a se- cret." She paused and examined the toe of her slipper. "You see, Slim, C.N.R. TIME TABLE EAST • A.M. P.M, - 6.15 2.30 6.31 2.48 6.43 3.00 6.59 , 3.22 7.05 3.23 7.12 8.29 7.24 8.41 Goderich Holmestvelle- Clinton . Seaforth St. Columban Dublin Mitchell \• WEST Mitchell Dublin Seaforth Clinton Goderich 11.06 9.28 11.14 9.36 11.30 9.47 11.45 10.00 12.05 10.25 C.P.R. TIME TABLE - EAST Goderich Metuset McGaw Auburn Blyth Walton McNaught Torontor weer Toronto • ........ McNaught Walton • .. .... .160,00. flhlth Autiittrit McattW' Meted s.lo4 .... 11, ... .... • P.M, 4.20 4.24 4.32 12.32 .23 12.18 12.03 8.30 9.0o 5.15 6.06 4.52 4.42 12.40 1145 12.55 rise suddenly out of the midst of the desert, until Asad' told her that they hadreachedthe Suez ferry at Kant- ara Aere they changed to the French train thaf was to take them on to Jerusalem. As they left the canal and the rackety train plunged along the crooked rails of Allenby's famous route into the darkness, the inquiet- ude that Camilla had been aware of since last she had seen Ronald Bar- ker seemed to grow with the miles. From the railroad station at.Jerus- alem to e. modern hotel in bright col- ors with a porte-cochere and bell- boy& in. fake Turkish costumes. At the desk she fou-nd -what she was looking for -a note from Ronnie - but she did not open it until she reached her own room. "Come to the stall of Amaziah in David Street. Next to the oranges on the right side, going east from the Jaffa gate. Bring a guide and ask for Ali Ablate," No signature ---not even an initial. She glanced at her wrist watch. Ten o'elo'ck. She took Slim into her con- fidence and he volunteered at, once. He said he didn't need a guide. .He, knew the dumfe Asad had disappear- ed. probably on one of his myster: bus missions , to some mosque or thigh' Arabian dignitarY. For this she was thankful, taking coffee with Slim and hurrying off in a taxi after mak- ing sure they were not observed ,or followed. • At David's Tower Slim and. Camil- la dismissed the _taxi and went -on foot into a narrow street little more than an alley, a dark street of sha- dowstriped with sunlight, with nar- row archways leading into dark pas- sages, others leading to little court- yard's with glimpses of palms and bright sunlight beyond the gloom. On the right down the hill was a pool of bright sunlight where Camfl- la saw a pile of oranges sPread for customers. 'This was the place, she was sure. She laid restraining fin- ger S on Slims arm, asking him to wait in a tobacconist's shop while t.he went forward. An old Jew sat in the mouth of tbe stall, a Jew in a skullcap thumbing the pages of a book. He looked up as she stopped before him and spoke the name "Amaziah" as he uncrooked his back and then crooked it again in a cour- teous bow. When she mentioned the name of Ali Afdal his face broke into a hun- dred wrinkles and became 'What he intended'to be a smile. And then he made a gesture, "Ali Afdal-yes," Pointing to a door 'beside him, an an- cient wooden door letting into a wall that seemed to protect a garden. There were olive trees in the gar- den and stone .pedestals of what had once been a temple.. As she entered a figure rose from a bench and.greet- ed her -an Arab, she thought, and was about to ask him where Ali Afdal •was when the Arab behind his stains and robes was suddenly Ronald Bar- ker himself. He embraced her eagerly, explain- ing 'that he had remained, in native costume since she had seen him last, !,.elkyv_ill!!!woretateymmmnIg When she mentioned the name of Ali Afdal his face broke into a hun- dred wrinkles and became what he intended to be a Ondle. capable of protecting myself." "I'm not sure of that. I could pro- vide you with a police escort where - ever you go, but the sight of our constabulary stirs .Up trouble." She was awake now to the serious- ness of his tone and manner. "What makes you think something will hap- pen to our party?" • "Many things. --Since the -British took charge, the Arabs dislike Ameri- cans too. The French Foreign Lpg- los doesn't interfere with them so long as they break no laws. Camilla, you've got to understand that Syria isn't Egypt or even Palestine. Syria has a French mandate. The French art rather jittery since that flare-up down at Beirut. They're not anxious to stir up trouble with a powerful sheik like Arif-or his son, Hassan. Arif has great influence with the des- ert Peoplq, The French want to keen his friendship-" "What what difference will that make so long as I keep the `friend- ship of Hassan?" she asked signift7 cantly. Ronnie Barker paced the flagstones aware of a note of defiance. in Ca- milla's voice. He glanced uP at her with an expression she had not seen on his face. "I thoroughly believe," he said with great deliberation, "that your affair with Hassan gives you a great deal of pleaSure, as well as excitement that his attention flatters you, that danger intrigues you-" "Really?" "It's true. You like being near the edge of disaster. • In the United State l girls are accustomed to . hav- ing their own way, to ruling their men .by . flattery, and they play the game to win. But in Turkish coun- tries it's not the same thing. A wo- man is less than a man. A girl can't play with men in Moslem countries as she does in the United States." I can't permit you to go any further in this affair with Hassan." She frowned angrily. "Permit! I don't like that word, Ronnie Barker. You don't want my friendship with Hassan! Isar. Well" -she shrugged - "I do want it. Even if I'd never met you I'd want it. I'm very fond of Hassan.' He's always kind and con- siderate. I began by trying to do you a service. Now I intend to culti- vate Hassan's friendship whether I do you a service or not." "Camilla!" He paused., abruptly and she never learned' what he was going to say. For sounds of codmotion came through the door of Amaziah's fruit stall, voices raised in anger and the sounds of blows. Ronnie ran ,to the'door and peered out at a scene of wreckage and tur- moil where Arabs, Jews and blacks surged around the tall figure of Slim McManus who, • hare -headed, w a s pushing and striking right and' left at the antagonists, one of whom had clambered on his back in the hope of pulling him to the ground. Finally, as Ronald Barker rushed past the frightened Amaziah and his scatter- ed oranges, a momentary diversion tool; place as two British constables in neat blue uniforms came hurrying down the steps. By this time Slim was wiping the blood from his face, ready to aim c blow at the figure who rushed out of Amaziah's doorway to- ward him. "Steady on there, Slim," came Ali Afdal's voice in English. "I'm Ronald Barker." Slim , was so astonished at this familiar voice emerging from a native costume that he stood staring, unable to say a word. Meanwhile a large crowd had gath- ered again at the right of the con- stables,. peering from every window and doorway, voices and hands rais- ed in angry protest. -Let me go,'' whispered Ali Afdal to the constable in English and add- ed something that made the man corn - ply at .once. "My oranges!" wailed Amaziah. Slim grinned. "Keep your shirt on, Toots," he said, taking out his wal- let. "I'll buy your oranges, if you'll stop making a noise." He handed the man! a:' 'pound note and the wail- ing ceased. "You're American?" the constable asked. "What are you doing here?" "Just seeing the sights." "What started the trouble?" "Well, you might say it was a young man in a white linen suit and a tarboosh. He tried to get fainiliar with the young lady I was with and I may have postled him a bit.' "Where is he naw?" Slim peered over tire heads of the Crowd!. "Seems to ha've gone." "Do You know who he was?" we're getting out into Joe Asad's for he had heard in Cairo that there country now. I encouraged Asad to were other Arabs in Jerusalem de - go on the tour with me, Slim. I'd termlned to destroy him. rather have him where I can keep an "It's worse than I thought," he mut- eye'en him -at least until I hear from tered, shaking his bead. "Asad's Ronnie at the King David Hotel." crowd has' been too clever for nie. "And then?" But at least I can now move with , At this moment Edgar Willing en- my eyes open. Did Asad ask you' any teted the corridor shepherding, his question's about me?" flock, sending the tourists at once to "Yes, lots. But he didn't get the their rooms to have their baggage right answers." ready for tbe porters and themselves "Where is Amid now?" he asked. tor the taxis to the station. "1 don't know. He disappeared Asad and Kitty Trimble joined Ca- from the railway station. in a taxi. I milia and Slim. "Toe bad I couldn't haven't 'seen,- him since." do the honors of Cairo," he said. "Who brought you here?" "I've been so besy-'•" "Yes," Camilla. replied with a smile "Where is he now?" at Kitty, "I noticed that." 'Jut a few steps away in the to - Slim stood on the sidelines, grin- becconiet's, watchiag. He's been• a- iling. It seemed to him that more rdal friend to you and to me." than ever Camilla would have to • They. had been talking in lowered watch her step -especially as Joe ar- tones, but 'as she, sat beside him he ranger that Camilla anclKitty Trim- now spoke almost: in •a whisper. "Ca- ble should dine with him on the train, milla, goellag into a situation of But Slim invited himself to that par- considerable, difficulty. I chink it't ty. He bad Made up his mind not safer for you not to be connected with to let .Capailla, out of his sight. rile III any' wlay. If I had my wish I'd * * prefer to send yeti bit train 4down to It seemed extraordinary to see an , ocean liner, all her lights &Ming, "Isletsdnse, Ronnie. I'ta perfectly London (Cfalltiniied you PaKe.6.) a corridor 1 met a waiter who, had beeii there all night. His dress suit was in rags, and has hleek-ened filhart front Waved out absurdly as ed. His face was grimy and his eyes bloodshot from strain and sleepless- ness. At the ladies' cloaltrodin I was stsll l•ucky. All the women's wraps had been piled on the floor to make a resting spot for the wounded. I had been asked bY one of the girls to. look for an elbow -length cape, ermine lined. 1 sew a corner of ermine half buried in the pile and pulled. Out came the tape I sought. Later in the sunny quiet of a Sun- day morning, I drove down to the country with a man who had 'been in our party. We had• arranged to join the rest of the pr,evious night's group for Flinch at the house of a friend in Hampshire. Without preface, as we motored along, my companion sudden- ly said, quietly and reflectively, "It must have been a very small bomb." It was a thought, I suppose, we had all had, yet none of us had felt like mentioning it. One is always tempt- ed to think of one's own personal bomb as larger, deadlier, and more horribly vicious than any other bomb yet manufactured. But it it had been a big bomb, none of us would have .breathed the peaceful air of spring in Hampshire that lunchtime. After the meal, I rang up the ad- jutant of my battalion. He was sympa- thetic, saying I could take my time about returning, and I sat back to en- joy two days' unexpected leave in the luxury,. of a private house and bor- rowed civilian clothes. Al last I be- gan to feel clean again. ' (One girl washed her hair seven times and the water still came out looking like a puddle on a road). We talked a lot about what had happened. 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