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The Huron Expositor, 1942-09-11, Page 7L' SE E 1 9 1942 LEGAL McCONNELL a HAY'S Barristers, Solicitors, Etc. Patrick D. McConnell - 11 Glenn Hays SEAF,ORTH, ONT,, Telephone 174 8698- I�. L McLEAN Barrister, Solicitor, Eto. - SEAFORTH - - ONTARIO Branch Office - Heiman Mensal Phone 113' Seaforth Phone 173 MEDICAL SEAFORTII CLINIC DR. E. A. MoMASTER, M.B. Graduate of University of Toronto PAUL L. BRADY, M.D. Gradhate of University of Toronto The Clinic is fully equipped with complete and modern'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. 3687 - 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, to 4.30 p.m.; also at Seaforth •Clinic first 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, 14 •,on 661, Seaforth; R.R. 4, Seafort.n. E:. 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 WINGRAM NORTH A.M. Exeter 10.34 Hensail 10.46 Eippen 10.52 Brucefield 11.00 Clinton 11.47 SOUTH P.M. Clinton '3.08 Brucefield 3.28 Eippen 3.38 Hensel. 3,45 Exeter 3.58 C.N.R. TIME TABLE EAST A.M. P.M. Goderich ..... 6.15 2.30 Hoimesville 6.31 2.48 Clinton 6.43 3.00 Seaforth 6.59 3:22 St. Columban 7.05 3.23 Dublin 7.12 3.29 Mitchell 7.24 3.41 WEST Mitchell 11.06 9.28 11.14 9.36 Seaforth ... 11.30 9.47 Clinton 11.45 10.00 Goderich 12.05 10.25 Dublin C.P.R. TIME TABLE EAST Goderich Meneset . McGaw Auburn Blyth Walton MeNaught Toronto WEST Torldnto &eNauglzt 9Selalton Blyth Auburn ea o9et� .'... . 1'440 1.! Aer.i: e•e R!i Yee P.M. 4.40 4.45 4.54 5.03 5.14 5.26 5.37 9.45 A.M. 8.30 P.M. 12.04 12.15 12.28 12.8Q. 1.00 SYNOPSIS DIAN WESTON, attractive Arden- 'Cale •girl; is jilted, and her aunt, MISS MARTHIA WESrTON; tries to Persuade her to marry JEROME OARS, a local banker. Dian happens to meet. BILL ROLLINS, a New York artist. * * x' LAST WEEli: Dian discovers. that Bill, too, has -just been jilted. CHAPTER FIVE "Still -straight ahead•?" said Bill. "Yes, until we come to wherb a dirt road turns off," Dian replied. Then she laughed softly. "This seems to be one of those rare occasions when Jilt -meets Jilt -or words to that effect." "It does, at that/' said Bill. "And do you know, I'm darned glad you didn't hit some other man with your shoe. I needed you and this adven- ture to sort of pull me together." "I'm glad, too," said Dian. "Funny, my meeting an artist just when I've been wondering if I could sell some of my -grandfather's paintings." - "You mean he was an artist?" ."'That," said Dian, "is a matter of opinion. Anyway, if you're not too rushed to get back to New York, may- be you'll have a look at them." "I don't seem to be in such a big hurry any more," said) Bill. "In fact -I'm -beginning to like it around here." "Then why not come in when we get to the house and let me give you some coffee and a bite to eat? I'd like to make up for the hospitality you didn't get from Claire.". "I'd like that,"said Bill, "It sounds darned cozy." He chuckled. "I'm really enjoying myself. Funny, isn't it, being {jilted and still able to enjoy oneself?" "Funny -and nice," said Dian. "Shaws the stuff we're made of," said Bill. Dian glanced back of them. She saw a car drawing near -a car' that was .of the sedan order. near-, ,a gracious!" she exclaim- ed. "I believe that's Aunt Martha. to the story," said ,Bill. ."Only an op- en car's not 'so good in a downpour." "We can make shelter, if you hur- ry, "Then here goes!" The car sped on. "They'll, be coming out to look for you, won't they?" "Probably. My Aunt Martha and Jerome -no doubt." "Another character for the story. Who's Jerome?" "He's the town banker," said Dian. "I've known 'him ever since I was in pigtails. He thinks• he wants to mar- ry me, but I think he'd be a better husband for my aunt." "What does she think about it?" "She doesn't agree with me. She keeps after me to marry him. That's one of the reasons I wanted to get away." Dian again glanced behind them. "Oh, Bill, hurry!" she cried. "I do believe that IS Miss Aggie's sedan. She took Aunt Martha to a meeting, and-" "She knows where you are going?" Bill cut tn. "Yes, 1 left a note," said Dian. "I had to. I couldn't go off without leav- ing something behind. Aunt Martha and Jerome would have the sheriff and a posse out searching for me." "What did you say in the note?" "Nothing but a few words about how I wanted to get off by myself to think," said Dian. "She knows how 1 used to go out to the farm when I was upset. Only I had Grandfather then." Bill ,.looked at her admiringly, and smiled. "Plucky little Dian," he said very softly. • Dian sighed contentedly. She was glad Bill Rollins was there with her. He made her feel comfortable, pro- tected, cared for. Bill gave the roadster still more gas. • It sped off into the distance like a sleek well' -trained animal. But the people in the sedan behind Dian. and Bill were not Miss Martha Weston and Miss Aggie. Miss Mar- tha and her friend were still back in Ard•endale energetically knitting socks and sweaters and helmets for "Funny,isn't it; being jilted and still able to enjoy yourself 7" Hurry! I don't want to be interfer- red with, now• I've gone 'this far. I can face things better with the spirit of Grandfather Weston to back me up." 13111 gave the car more gas. "Do you know what all this reminds me of?" be asked. "I mean your hitting me - both of us 'being jilted - all that?" ' "No, I don't," Dian admitted, "What does it remind you of?" "Some 'of the short stories I've il- lustrated," said Bill. "I used to read, them and think the writers were crazy, convinced that such things nev» er really happened in real life. And nbw, look at us!" "Too bad you aren't a writer in- stead of an artist," said Dian. "Then you could write a story." "Maybe I'll tell a writer about it when I get back to New York," Bill said. "And get a contract to illus- trate the yarn he writes." He again glanced at Dian•. "I'd insist upon one thing, however." "What's that?" "That he make his heroine look just like you." "Thank you," said Dian. "That's an awfully nice thing to say." "And sincere, too," said Bill. Then, suddenly, "Say, isn't it eloudip'g up?" "I 'believe it ie.," said Dian. "The Mee .disngpeared altogether." "A glliek t itind.erstortn would add ri the Royal Air Force -knitting and discussing whether or not the meet- ing should come to an end because of the threatening storm. The people in the sedan were Claire Lester and Paul' Peters. And they were eloping. Claire, red-haired, green-eyed, slen- der and breath -takingly lovely; Paul, wiry, tanned to a mahogany color, straight black hair, and with hands that showed brown and strong upon the wheel of the car. Two good- looking people, speeding through the night, on their way to be married, and for the moment not saying very much to each other. It was Claire who finally broke the silence. "Poor Bill," she said,and sighed, "This is hardly the time and' place to say.'poor Bill'," said Paul. "Serves him right -trying to steal my girl the moment my back is turned." "Don't be silly, Paul," Claire said. "Bill didn't try to steal me." • "Oh, then you mean you tried to steal him!" "Of course , not." . Claire w a s thoughtful. "But Ire was terribly fas- cinating :min New York when 1 pos- ed for `him." She gave Paul a quick look. "Did you read the story my picture illustrated?" ""No. Sorry. My .work as a con- stru0ti8ll enngineer in the wilds of the West Indies left little time •for read ing; that, is, for reading anything but books and blueprints about engineer- ing. I'll bet you made a swell look- ing heroine." "The illustrations were good," said Claire. "Bill's really an artist of note, you know." "'Really? "Some of his .things have been in the Cosmopolitan. He also illustrat- ed a Good Housekeeping serial last year." "Really?" "Do stop saying `really' in that per- fectly silly way!" , "What do you want me to do, go into ecstasies over a man who almost married you?" said Paul. "Well, I can't. Where's that justice of the peace yo•µ told me, about?" ' "You remember him,".. Claire said. "He lives out just the other side of Dian Weston's old farm. There's a dirt road -a sort of short -colt -and-" "And we'll need a short-cut," Paul said. "That rain's getting nearer ev- ery moment.' I don't 'relish driving along in a downpour." "Neither do I," said Claire. CHAPTER SIX "Paul," said Claire, as the elope- ment progressed. "Yes, darling!" "Is there really any need of rush- ing things so?" "Yes -there is-dePritely." "But-orwhy?" "I don't intend giving you a chance to change your mind again -nor risk another quarrel that'll send me off miles away from you." "We could have a few days of fun in towzoing to parties and things -and ten get married." "Nothing doing! Besides, as I told you, I have only a week's vacation, and I want to marry you tonight and make that week a honeymoon." Claire patted Paul's hand. "You're sweet, Paul," she said. And after a moment's thought she added, y; `It's certainly weird the way things hap- pen, Imagine, me all set to marry Bill Rollins, and go back to New York to- live in his penthouse studio -and then your coming home." ., "I'm darned glad I arrived when I did," said Paul. "I'm claiming you for. my own, darling, just as you ARE my .own -for always and forever. Right?" "Yes, Paul," said Claire. "Tell me about this place in the West Indies where' you live - and where you'll take me?" "It's sort of wild at the moment," Paul replied. "But some nice fellows and' their wives are settling there, building little bungalows to live in While the Army bases are being com- pleted. Sort of !primitive, in a way - but you'll learn to like it.. Bridge parties out on, porches -not much dancing as yet -but. lots of out-of- doors; and the -excitement of seeing buildipgs and docks spring fight up under your very nose." Claire said nothing for a time. She sat there thinking .. A pent- house studio in New York, terraces overlooking the East river, color, life -and Bill Rollins. That - and a quickly constructed bungalow in a primitive setting, lots of young wives of engineers, and not much dancing -and Paul Peters. Something, of a contrast, and yet she had finally chos- en the bungalow+and not the studio. She hoped. she hadn't made a mistake, .She studied Paul's profile, remember- ed his, exciting love making, his en- thusiasms, his strong, caressing hands. No, she hadn't made a mis- take -not when Paul went with the bungalow. "Oh!" she cried suddenly, "I felt a drop of rain. And just look at that cloud!" "Looks like we're in for one of Are dendale's famous cloudbursts," Paul said. "Isn'.t this where we turn off?" "Yes," said Claire. "And do drive carefully.. The road's full of holes and gulleys," " Paul forced the engine to do its ut- most and soon it was chug -chugging along a swamp -like and seldom -used road, a road that was none too good under the most favorable circum- stances, and would be almost impass- able after a heavy rain. Then the raindrops began to patter down, tangible evidence of more to come, ' "Darn it all!" said Claire. "I told youave oughtn't to have been in such a hu'fry, Paul!" "Just keep calm, darling," said Paul. "I'll get you safely through it all. In an hour or so the storm will be over, -and you'll be Mrs. Peters. Gosh, just imagine!" Then it happened. There was a sort of thud as the car's rear wheels dropped into a puddle. There was also the sound of wheel spinning. around and around, and getting no- where. Claire looked at Paul, Paul looked at Claire. "I'm afraid we're stuck," Paul said. ' "Well, of all things!" Claire gasp- ed. "Just a minute and I'll have a look." ,Paul scramibled out of the ear. "You get behind the steering wheel and follow my directions.' I'll see if I oan find a board to vitt under the wheels so 'they can catch," "You'll never 8nd 'a board in this forsaken spot," wailed Claire. She was tight: - There was ',no beard, dtut Paul threw ,aolrie :tfi t�too1 wet 1eavee Y Ander tie 110.4.00 44 null;; Prayed for reeitits, • "Go on, darling', start the earn' he cried. ""I'll .push." Claire did, and Paul .pushed. But nothing happened. That is, nothing happened but that the spinning wheels splashed Paul with mud from head to foot. "Well!" Claire called. "What's hap- penieg', Will We make it?" "Practically i.othing," said Paul. "I'm afraid w'e're' stuck -for 'good." "You mead we've got to sit here all night?" said. CIaire. "No," Paul. replied'. He came around to the car and looked in, "It's not far to Dian Weston's farmhouse, is it?" "Oh, no -only about a mile down this awful road: -that's all!" "Shall we run for it before it rains any harder?" ,Paul suggested. "I'll wrap the. automobile robe around yen -and carry you, if you like." "Anything's better than sitting here," said Claire. "All right, let's go," They struck out, Claire running along beside Paul at first, but later permitting him to carry her. The thunder relied, the lightning increas- ed, the rain grew more menacing, and the justice of the peace seemed a long, long way off. "Now," said Claire, half sobbing, "maybe you'll agree with me that a church wedding would have been best." "I loathe church weddings," said Paul. "I like elopements. Church weddings cause such a lot of fuss and mess." , "What do you call THIS but a mess?" Claire retorted. "You're sim- ply covered with mud. I wouldn't know who you were if I met you face to face." • "Well, mud or no mud," said Paul, trying to laugh, "it's still little me - your future husband.," He stumbled - on toward Dian's farmhouse, the bulk of which the lightning revealed .at brief intervals. (Continued Next Week) Molasses Ginger Cup Cakes 1/3 cup baking fat 1 cup boiling water 1 cup molasses 1 egg, beaten r/z teaspoon salt 1 tablespoon ginger 3 cups flour 1 teaspoon baking soda 2/3 cup granulated sugar. Melt the baking fat or butter in the water. Add the remaining ingredients in the order given, beating thorough- ly. Pour into small• oiled cup -cake pans. Bake 15 minutes in an oven at 375 degrees. �1 Ai A6114., 00140 youll }e Joseph ll4,arhe atargaret .01,7,4 gathered at • the,491,140 .o T'17 illijls on Wetil4eSflay Present Mrs. 7V11ar?,te,,: 'tial :a 000x'_.., shower, The glftg,' `irtti'o ' altged :>µk► rfpresent., three-tier werd`din0', e'a;1re,,' and the young bride was therecipient of many lovely and; useful gifts, Au enjoyable social time was spent by the young ladies .present. -Blyth Stan- dard. ' As 3,tie 4�bp, iu%.0:1P�aAa ep a �?irit il' • all�I.xKtdnes h ' , cel bqI 0 i7 It is now ILLEGaLI to y H O R R D scrap steel or UNTJSfIBLE machinery The Steel Controller, has ordered that, after September'15, 1942, no person may retain in his possession scrap iron or steel weighing a total of 500 pounds or more unless he has a permit. (For the purposes of the new regulations, scrap metal includes machin- ery, structural steal, or any other article or commodity containing .� iron or steel, which is not serving an immediate vital purpose.) _ The order also provides: That anyone, coming into possession after September 15 of scrap h -on or, steel weighing 500 pounds. or more, must dispose of it within 20 days. , ' That any person having a valid reason for not disposing of scrap metal as scrap metal or who believes that it can serve some essential • purpose, must send in a,report by September 15 to the Used Goods Administrator of the Wartime Prices and' Trade Board, Lumsden Building, Toronto. His report must -reveal tbe. exact description, quantity, and location of his scrap metal. • k1 The provisions of the order do not apply to scrap dealers who are. already subject to previous orders; nor do they affect metal fabri- cators and processors who are in legal possession of metal to be used in manufacturing. , A copy of the order, S.C. 16, may be obtained from the Steel Controller, Department of Munitions and Supply, Ottawa • Infractions of the new regulations are subject to a fine of up to $5,000, or imprisonment of up. to five years, or both fine and imprisonment Department of Munitions and Supply HONOURABLE C. D. HOWE, MINISTER 494. On local Calls �• Be brief . . . clear the liege for the next call. be Z Consult your `directors ion- ' fore you call Info.sm for a member- ecial 3. Urge your family--especial- . ly its younger members --to avoid unnecessary calls. t 4e Be • a "good hich shares r, the family party line. .On long Distance Calls 1, Avoid all unnecessary calls. 2. Whenever possible, use off- peak hours: before 9• e••n'1.' -7 p.M•; after I 2 r.M•, r � 9 P.M. 3. Plan your conversation be- fore you lift the receiver -- you'll save time and expense. 4a Call by number whenever you can. Pose things ,ojay'look WOW, but on 6,606,000 daily tetoplmito alis, trey are very important. Keep them clear for ESSENTIAL CALLS IINUTEyS COUNT; war calls must go through without delay. • But how? Increased local and. long .distance traffic is already taxing facilities to the limit. And further extension of telephone equipment is ruled out by shortages of copper, aluminum, rubber. There is just on•e way out. Every one of us must learn to use his tele- phone more carefully:, We must voluntarily ''ration" our talks. We must remember, always, that urgent war calls, can't wait. 111 guy War Savings Stamps dud Ceriiffeafea 3zt. any,00 • T'alephosie, lluriu4ti 4 ffite. 'Pievim'r+rao gs P. 1D. WILSON, Manager. ager. 0 h4; fi t4 .,i b4 `', �r�ua!ta� I�UNw,.�.u`v'2(rmoliE ii111'