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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1942-09-04, Page 7•t A h + i x>u •t .� t;y • ° IR+E{'a >/.!x[It 4, 1942 LEGAL $eCONNELL & HATS, Barristers, Solici--torn, Etc. Patrick O. McQonnell -: Glenn Hays SHIA.PORTE, ONT. Telephone 174 •. 0 8698- 'K, I.(McLEAN Barrister, 'Solicitor, Eta. SEAPORTS - ONTARIO Branch Office Hensall Hensall Seaforth Phone 113 Phone 173 MEDICAL SEAFORPH CLINIC DR. E. A. MOMASTER, M.B. Graduate of University of Toronto PAUL L. BRADY, M.P. • Graduate of University of Toronto The ' Clinic is fully equipped with complete and modern X-ray and other inp-to-date diagnostic and therapeutics equipment. Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Specialist in diseases of the ear, eye, nose and throat, will be at the Clinic the first Tuesday in every month from 3 to 5 Q.m. Free Well -Baby Clinic will be tel$ on the second and last Thursday an 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, SEAFORTH, THIRD WED- NESDAY in each month, from 2 p.m, 4o 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.'Household Gales. Licensed in Huron and Perth Coun- ties. Prices reasonable; satisfaction guaranteed. For information, etc., write or phone Harold Jackson, 14 on 661, •Seaforth; R.R. 4, Sea'fortn. Ib. • 3768- • • 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. 3829-52 LONDON and WINGHAM NORTH A.M. Exeter 10.34 Hensall 10.46 Kipper 10.52 Brucefleld 11.00 Clinton 11.47 SOUTH P.M. Clinton 3:08 Brucefield 8.28 Sippen 3.38 Hensall 3.45 ]Exeter , , 3.58 C.N.R. TIME TABLE EAST A.M. P.M. Goderich 6.15 2.30 Holmesvi]le 6.31 2.48 Clinton 6.43 3.00 Seaforth 6.59 3.22 ' St. Columban ........ 7.05 3.23 11 Dublin -,• 7.12 3.29 ,Mitchell , 7.24 3.41 WEST Mitchell 11.06 9.28 Dublin 11.14 9.36 Seaforth" : 11.30 9.47 Clinton 11.45 10.00 Goderich 12.05 10.25 C.P.R. TIME TABLE EAST P.M. Goderich 4.40 Menbset . - 4.45 McGaw , - 4.54 Auburn 5.03 Blyth 5.1.4 Waltoh 5.26 McNaught 5.37 Toronto 9.45 W EST A.M Toronto 8.30 P.M McNaught 12:04 Walton12.15 Blyth 1, 12.28. Auburn 12.889 McGaw 12.4' *detteset 12.54 !i o'derieh re 1.00 j, '��11 •�,'ry�j c--,-. •.. +tS:'r• .tip . 1�1 +.Al :;2'i! �.7Jpr7.'RNrRESa�Ab¢"Ot.7A7ib11 :.r. SYNrOPSIS DIAN WESTON, attractive Arden - dale girl, 1s• jilted, and her aunt, MISS MARTHA 'WESTON, tries to persuade her to marry JEROME CIAR;A a local banker. Dian claims that it would be more appro- priate for her aunt to marilf,him. * * * • .LAST cwt : Dian decides to get away from Lit all by going out to .the farm left her by 'her grand- father. Seeing a car that she thinks belongs to a friend, she -unthink- ingly nthinkingly throws a shoe at it when it doesn't stop. CHAPTER THREE Dian caught her breath, her heart in her throat. And then, when she saw that there wasn't going to be a wreak after all, she slammed shut the suitcase, picked it up, and ran down the walk for all she was worth. She was sorry she 'had hurt Joe -and apparently the shoe •had,•,hit him on the back of the head -abut there was no time to lose. Making him stop had been absolutely neces- sary. 'She simply had to get away be- fore Aunt Martha returned. Aunt Martha was a determined person, and. there would be a scene and argu- ments -of going around and around in circles, saying the same things ov- er and over, and getting nowhere at all. Even as she ran out into the street with the suitcase, Dian knew that sihe would • have to deal with her Aunt Martha sooner or later, but she was in no mood/ for that sort of thing "A. friend of mine.' Your roadster and his are exactly alike." "Wen, do • Joe Algood and I look arliko?" "No; you don't. Joe's dark, ands-" '''So am I." ',`But Joe wouldn't be thinking about his old head and his old car; if I'd hit him." "Just what would he be thinking about?" "About' me. He'd be wondering if 7 was, in some sort of trouble." "Oh! Say, I never thought of that. Are you in some• sort of trouble?" "Yes, I am," said. Dian; glancing to- ward the house. "Have you plenty of gas?" "Plenty. Had the tank filled this afternoon.. I was on my way to. New York." • "Oh, fine!" Dian smiled.. "I mean -about the car." She leaned close to the yoflng man, appeal in her eyes and voice. "You WILL take me with you, won't you?" The young man caught his breath. "You mean -to -New York?" "Orh, no," said Dian. "Just out to the farm. I'm running away, The man eyed her suspiciously. "Running away from what?" he want- ed to know. "Please don't ask questions," Dian begged. "I'll tell you all about it lat- er. I've got to get away at once- right now. It's ,only a few miles out to grandfather's. It won't , take you long, and then you can go on to where you were going when I stopped you.,, "Okay!" The young man shrugged. • ✓a The man In the .ear groaned. Ne was bent over, one hand against now. - The farm was calling! The farm -peace-quiet-a chance • to think calmly and sanely., And she had to get out there as • quickly as possible. Everything was set! Here was good old Joe Algood and his roadster. She hoped she hadn't' hurt shim so badly he couldn't drive. But even so -she could •dri(. "Joe Algood!" she cried. "Why on' earth didn't you sfop•when I called?" The man 'in the' car' groaned. He was bent over, one hand pressed against the hack of his head. "Oh, did I hurt you that badly?" Dian cried solicitously. "Did you?" said the man in the roadster. 'a'What in the devil hap- pened, anyway?" ` "I -I -hit you with my shoe," said Dian. w'What•?" n ' • The 'man straightened up and saw Dian. He gasped. So did, Dian. The man in the roadster was a total stran- ger. Dian had never it all her life seen him before. It took some seconds for either Dian or the man to recover sufficient- ly from the shock to speak coherent- ly. The man was the first to locate his voice. - "Do you mean to stand there and tell me you deliberately hit me?" he demanded. 'tYes," said Dian meekly. "I'm ter- ribly sorry." • "You should be!" the man snapped. "Do yeti realize you pearly wrecked my car? I let go the wheel to grab my, head, and all but hit this tree." "Well, I said I was sorry, didn't I?" said Dian crossly. "A lot of good that deed!" The young man got out of the ear and walked about• looking it over. "A few inches farther and I'd be hangi4g up on one of the limlbs of the tree," he said. He fated ^ Dian, frowning; "Driving along --minding my own bus- iness -and some darnfool girl starts throwing Shoes.' What's the big idea anyway?" "I thought you were Joe Algood," said Dian. "Who in heck's Joe Algood?" r f.•, 1i1 •tl .�k'.S31 ! AIu4d �.:iYlicJr Nlir,4. "Hop in. As a matter of fact, I'm running away myself." "Oh!" said •Dian. For a moment she was panicky. Suppose tine.. man was an escaped criminal or some- thing of the sort. Ory supilose- But .she couldn't back out now -not after she . had 'begged the man to -take her, and he had consented. She swallow- ed hard, and said: "Maybe better not inconvenience you." "It's quite all right," said the young man. "I'm not a Bluebeard-or a gangster -so don't be frightened." "T -h -thanks," said Dian, and got fn. to the car. Then when the suitcase was tucked at her feet, and the own- er of the car was sitting beside her, she said, "You'll never know what a good deed you are doing." The young man -grinned. ."Just a hangover from my boy scout days," he said. "I'm miserable until I've done my daily good deed . . . What direction? North = south - east - or west?" "Straight ahead," said Dian. I'll give you directions as we go along." *She watched her companion release 'the brake, and saw what a grand pro- file .he had, and the kind look about his mouth. If he was some sort of escaped criminal, she thought, 'then criminals certainly did come looking like Hollywood leading men,. "Do you always turn up at the psychological moment like- this, Mr.-" "Rollins is the name:- William James Rollins, But of oauraei .most people call me Bill. You can call 'me that also,,, since it's silly to be formal with a man you're running away with." "Oh, but I'm not running away with you!" Dian said. - "Then I don't know what you call it, Miss-" • "Weston -Dian Weston," said Dian Then, determined to act as though she hadn't a fear in the world, she said, "Lots of people call me Di -but I loathe it." "So do I," said Bill Rollins, "Hel- lo, Dian!" "Hello, Bill! They both laughed, and Dian said: ' "Can't you go fast- er?" - "Sure!" said ' Bill. "Much faster: This boat can do ninety if urged. "Sixty will do," said Dian. • Bill pressed his toe :down upon the accelerator. "You asked for it!" he said. CHAPTER,FOU R Dian jerked off her perky little hat and let the wind blow through her silver -blonde hair. How nice to be out in.. the open like this. Heaven alone knew what she would have to face later on, but just now that didn't matter. ' Nothing mattered really but that she had at last escaped a house that had grown extremely unpleas- ant. .She stole anot'lier look at the man beside her. Fetchingly tanned, he was. Thick dark hair,' something like Robert Taylor's only woo widow's peak. Practically everything a girl could ask for, so far as looks were concerned. But you never could tell. by appearances. Again she. felt that sense of fear -being off in the coun- try with a perfectly strange, man, and one who was running away from something he didn't want-- -to-- talk about. Or anyway, he hadn't talked about it. ' "To save me," ]ie .said, breaking the silence between bhem;' "•I can't im agine why a girt like you should be' in such a hurry to get to a farm." "I like it there," said Dian. "I mean, I like to go out there to think things out. Didn't you ever have a problem • you had ta work out all by yourself?" "Did I?" Bill said. "If you'll par- don me, I've got a devil of a problem right now," • That; Dian decided, was• what lie was running away from. She was dying to ask him right out to, tell her about it. But she didn't., 'She sat perfectly still, •hyping and spraying the man would ge on -would open up• and talk about hiniself. And when he didn't, she decided to do some talking herself. I suppose everyone in the world has a problem sooner or later," she said. ' "Doubtless," said Rollins. 'Weft, :dor orI. "* tbigg; •i IS , liege tee, X oertaal'aiy eouZdr 4 Attle tt . yOti r pute4 t kn>t 093 tats;4 ern heepitality. After - what iz+t 9e4, - ed tozOght, I'm about cunvineed ti oz•e isn't amy •stleh 13414.4" Diann, gave hint. 'actilielr igo14. "My goodness;,' she said, "you do sound vs.et." "Al anti' said gin, 'When. a'ina i drives all the way from New York to-" Ile G,�o;:_aed, shrugged, and said: "ON forget it." "Go on,". Dian urged, "what hap- pened'?" Bili didn't reply at once. He stared straight ahead a deep furrow be- trireen his brows. "Pardon me," said Dian softly, "I didn't mean to sound curious; or any- thing like that." "Oh, that's all right," said Bill. "Forgive me for sounding So peeved. But being jilted' is) -no fun." - "What?" Dian gasped'. "Jilted. I've 'been jilted" "We11, for -heaven's sake." "Jilted by one of your Scarlett O'Haras," 'Bill went on. "It happened just before you hit me with the shoe." Dian tried to think of something to say, but all sihe could do was laugh. "What's so funny about being jilt- ed?" Bill demanded. "The -the coincidence of it," said Dian. "What are' you talking about?" • "You -me," said Dian. "I'VE just been jilted also." "You -dined?" "res," said Dian. "By one of our local Rhett Butlers." For a .moment 'or two it looked as though Bill were going to drive the roadster into ,a .ditch. But he got hold of it and himself presently. ' "Why in heck would a man jilt' a swell girl like you?" he asked. "More coincidence," said Dian. "I was wondering why a girl would jilt a. mice man like you." ' "Her.r•old 6•weetheart came back," said Bill. "The man who jilted me found a new sweetheart," said Dian. "It was off with the new love and on with the old," Bill said. "At, least Claire was original in that respect." "Claire," said Dian. "You don't mean Clai 'Lester, do you?" "I ceray do," said Bill. "Do you know her?" "We were brought up in Ardendale together. She's been up in New York for sonle•.time." 'Dian was thought- ful. "She got back a few weeks ago, and there's been some talk of her having posed for'an artist." • "She did," said/ Bill. "I'm the art- ist." He slowed the car down to make talking easier. "I asked her to pose for a story I was illustrating, and she consented. Result? I fell in love, asked her to marry me, and she said yes. So down I come to get her -the beautiful and desirable south- ern !belle; and what 'do I get? The gate, no less!" "Oh, I'm sorry," said Dian, and meant it. ,"Was. the old sweetheart's name Paul Peters?" "Yes. Do you know him too?" • "Yes. Paul, Claire and I all went to. the same public school:" Dian wanted tpadd that Claire was as fickle as she -Was beautiful, and spoilt like nobody's business. But there wasare: n....,.. u�eed • . going in for gossip. "Paul's been after Claire to marry him ever since they were in their, 'teens." "Well, he's won out at last," said Bill. "Claire said he'd come back un- exrpectedly today -and that they dis- covered they really loved eaoh other." He shrugged, "So may be you can im- agine how I feel about going back to New York without my bride. And` after all the big talking I did over winning the most beautiful girl south of the Mason and Dixon line." "I CAN imagine," said Dian. w"Per- haps you've forgotten -but a moment ago I told you that I'd been jilted al - 50." "No, I haven't forgotten," said Bill. "And forgive me for being so wrap- ped up in my own jiltit}g:" He glanc- ed at Dian, discovered that she was extremely easy to look at, and smil- ed. "The man who'd .jilt a girl like you ought to have his neck •wrung.. What was the matter with him - feeble -minded?" >•s., rte„.. �I "N. MADE IN CANADA Jam'+' E E DA • "No," said Dian. "Moonlight - a ship returning from South America - and a New York glamor girl. En- gagement, ngagement, and the home -town paper playing it up." She sighed. "So here I am, an my way to a lonely farm where I shall plan my future life." "You poor kid!" "Oh, it's not as bad as that. Fred was a nice enough chap, but maybe he was right - abdut the propinqu- ity." "Then you're not-er-heartbrok- en?" Dian shook her head. "No, only sort of mixed up," she said. "How's YOUR heart?" "Beating,", said Bill, "and rather normally." He stared at • the road ahead, •a thoughtful expression on his face. "Claire looked like a million dollars in- my studio, and I' built a lot of dream around her. But down here -well, she somehow or other seems a little flighty." Dian smiled to herself, glad to know that Bill Rollins wasn't, .go ipig to be too miserable -: glad that 'Alts had begun to discover what O1ai'e. wasreally like. (Continued Next Week) A Day's Work You can he one of the big producers if you wall malre the most of ' eve 'y working hour. Adopt the habit •of putting in a fair day'e work, and keep, ing busy until the day's work is cam pleted. ever -was the need for fire prevention so great_as it is to=day. Why r; Because buildings are next to impossible to replace. Because farm fires destroy food along with thepower to produce it. Fires are the Nation's Toss •now ! ` Get everybody. on your farm'to be a fire warden, Crack dawn on smoking in or around ,your laarris. Insist that no matches .be carried unless in tight tin hoxes-acid not,at all while'tivreshang. •' See that the lamps and lanterns are filled before dark. Always hang the lantern well up -snapped on' with- a good strong snap. Don't takes chances with kerosene oil or gasoline. 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