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Home My WebLink AboutThe Huron Expositor, 1944-05-26, Page 7ie Tele. ►hpne. 174 i I:-cLEA " Barrister, Solioltor, _,ci RTH ,• Q, - - O 01'dT � 8>�AF Branch Office. HOP -Pail; Hensall $eaforth Phone' 113 , Plunte1373 MEICAL._ SEAFORTIA CLINIC DR. ;,E. A. ' McM4tST•ER� M.B. Graduate of University' of Toronto The Clinic is- fully equipped' with d Complete and modern X-ray„ an., Qther Dnp-toelate diagnostics and thera'p-entice equipment. Forster, S ee alist n Dr.,, F . J. R. p ala, diseases- o2 the . ear, .,eye, POO 'and throat, will., be at the Clinic the first Tuesday in every month from 3 to. b 1,.mi. , Free Well -Baby Clinic will be held en the second a and last Thursday In every month from 1 to 2'p.m. JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D.. Physician and Surgeon IN DR. H.H. ROSS' OFFICE, Phones; Office 5-W- Res. 5-L 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, FORSTSR .. 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. ,te . 4 ,1Q p,.tn?,,; also at Seaforth Clinic first., Tuesday of each month. r 63 'Waterloo Street South, Stratford. 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, Sea - forth; R.R. 4, Seaforth. EDWARD W. ELLIOTT Licensed Auctioneer For Huron Correspondence promptly answered. Immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Dates at The Huron Exposi- tor, Seaforth, or by calling ,Phone 203, Clinton. Charges moderate and satis- faction guaranteed. PERCY C. WRIGHT Mr. Percy C. Wright • will accept auction sales pertaining to farms, stock, implements and household ef- fects. Prices reasonable, with an ex- perienced assistant. Satisfaction • guar- anteed. Phone 90 r 22, Hensall. LONDON and CLINTON NORTHNORTJH A.M. London, Lv. 9.00 10.17 10.34 10.43 10.55 11.20 Exeter Hensall Elppen Brucefield Clinton, • Ar. SOUTH Clinton, Lv. Brumfield E peen Hensall Exeter London, Ar. • SUNDAY ONLY Toronto, to Goderleh (Via London and 'Clinton)• P.M. Toronto, Lv... a 6.'00 London 9.40 Clinton .. - . .. 11.55 Goderdch, Ar. 12.20 C.N.R. TIME' TABLE . .4t , .- EAST P.M. 3.10 3.32 3.44 3.53 4,10 5.25 Goderich Holmesville Clinton Seaforth ..,. „St. Columban Dublin Mitchell Mitchell Dublin Qat. mColumban Seaforth •Clinton !aoderich WEST A.M. 6.15 6.31 6.43 6.59 7.05 " 7.12 7.25 11.27 11.37 11.40 11.51 12.04 12.35 P•14I- 2.30 2.50 3.13 3.21 3.27 3.35 3.47 10.33 10.44 16.56 11.10 11.35 CPA. TIME TABLE EAST +Coderlch lMeneset MOWN \ lAhhti i ' Meth Ilf]'alton. ....••• Mely"atlkht • •,� Toronto (Toronto WEa1, WeNaught ...... • . . Watton 11 Urn .'•Y•fiiii•.{db:YYOM!•bMYi IbtcRaW. r••r:ipid:l„' '.. :�: is 'd', M•!►flo et: 'k+h JK$y-rear•+t ' „ �' • -140 8 ✓t i b,},};RYA},�F L li U'i•'. P.M. 4.35 4.40 4.49 4.58 5,09 6.21 5:82 9.45 "e tOontintted from.last wee H drew • out a chair and waved . Ve He w „�. hand towards pit, ,Hat lust as she was about to . down and enter into on el4l►lanat109- 4 e teleP'hone.. bell "rang. 'She shook I4er dist at this: vile trespasser •tato everybodes- hpuso. tiv'W, . a't} . a'afuA 4h glance at her husband and 'took • •off the.. receiver. The voice beionged, to one Of thc�;e, ail too numerous o-nd-tamentable wo- men who, not being able to enjoy an "adventitious .leisure, telt it 'inctimbf entm upon them to despoil the brief and`'peaceful moments ofevery one of their friends -Ake sort of woman who: wakes up in the morning long after :every less fortunate person lyse been at, work for hours, puts the tele phone on her chest as she lies in bed with the papers, and goes from - number to number -with the sante daily shrill and idiotic laughter; and the same stupid, blithering 'chatter, with the same olds feeble jokes and the lastest nastiness about mutual acquaintances. Marching up and down with his hands in his pockets and with blas- phemy on the tip of his tongue, Far- quhar listened while his wife replied in' kind, saying, "No, not •. really "Goodness!" "You don't 'say so, or, "Is zat , so?" Which was • the . latest slogan at the moment. "Well, well, well." It went on for a considerable time. There *as laughter alP'about noth- ing, the frequent' repetition of the latest ward and Iatest phrase, the slavish desire to conform to the standardization of brightness - Oh. God, that brightness -with its eye- wash ' of • cemplete and unadulterated joy as though sanity were dead:: "Horrible woman," said 'Mrs. Far - (mbar. "She catches me every morn- ing at exactly this hour." "Why the devil don't yen, take your. receiver oft?" "Might miss something, old dear." A fairly equable person, as a rule, it was extraordinary how the atmos- phere, the tricks, the slogans, the shibboleths, the •interferences of cit- ies got immediately on Farquhar's nerves. • "About ninety-nine deer cent. of all this might very well be missed,"' he said. "If you can give me five min- utes), three minutes, or even two rain- uten .I 'shall be obliged." But before Helen Farquhar had ap- proached the waiting chair, and pick- ed up a cigarette with her long and delicate fingers, the telephone yelled again. "I'm really sorry," she . said. "You see the- social secretary • who gener- a11y fends me off is down with a(eoft coal- throat; and "so I'm -left deplor- ably open teveryone's attack. Prob- ably • this •1 s a photographer who wants to take my photograph for the Police Gazette." "Why the Police Gazette?" "Because it's becoming quite the thing to be raided' in cabarets by the Prohibition authorities who ,haven't had enough to drink." Farquhar whipped off the receiver. "Well, what is it? What? No." And held, it upside down. Helen burst out laughing. She had never been her husband se complete- ly English before. "Who was it?" she asked. "Man or woman?" "Woman," he said. "Another of these damn women, these chatter - mongers. Now look here, Helen, for God's sake concentrate for three min- utes and , let's get down to things. You said that you thought that I ought to come home and• I ,ani. here. Well?" The telephone rang again. Once more •Mrs. -..Farquhar made a 'gesture of resignation. Yes, it was another woman .lying in bed'. on her back and going in steady rotation through her after -breakfast "list. Was • this the sort of thing that went on every morning? Was it eon- ceivabie that a woman of some in- telligence could permit herself • to descend daily to thelevel of a mon: key and chatter her time away? His thoughts went back to, the Villa Pico 'della._. Mirandola, the -.cypress trees, the tradition, the mellow bell of the Badia di Fiesole, the exquisite .culti- vation, and the women who had ac- quired the art of gorgeous silences. As soon' as the receiver had click- ed once more in its sheath, he made for it, took it off, and stood it -up on the table. It was then as useless as a man who had had his tongue cut out. "You have a strange bravery,"said Helen, "I'm afraid you're growing old." "I should not be here at this mom- ent if I were five years younger," he Said, With a rather mischievous smile she stood in front of him and look- ed up- into itis face, turning leer own deliberately,towards the window so that the • cold unshaded light might do its worst. "What do you thinlc•about me?" lie might easily have answered: "I don't want . to think about you, I'm Dere to think about. Jeah." A.M 8.20 P.M X14 102I� e�ip4, ar 6i1r a aeen•boran in England you would -either : be in Parliament or a. great star ,of the stage. If you had been ;bo. to in Paris you would •have been the: leader . of the, intelligentsia the titin -blooded aestheties, .perver and epigramists of that .'beautiful 'brittle cit . Tf, you ha& been box In Hagtaii jaII would have been ..the Ukelele Queen. and the mother of a horde of brown sea, ',urchins. But having, been born in America, and spent 'Moat of your life in New York, you are Mrs. Erskine Dalbeattie, .Farquhar, the Glave. 0f the -telephone." How wellw an laughed-- o., that pan,, -with' what an undisajplined display Of almost incredibly perfect teeth and a tongue. as red as a"'rosel . She laughed and laughed, and continued to laugh, enjoying •the exercise more than; the cause, standing with her long thin hands with :painted nails pressed against her rills and not a hair out of place. Luckily she was not able to hear the strange noises that were made by the telephonethe ,outraged, irascible noises of,a-Cursed machine which re- garded .itself as a Mussolini; an• in- strument not to be denied, the dic- tator of interferences: Trains • were going by under • the middle of the street. Finally, having recovered,.• but -not before the whole flagrant •process of repowdering had been pursued, she went closer to Farquhar, and grasp= ed the lapels of his coat. "You very, serious man. You per - feet _master of life, You super critic -damn you." And then with a little laugh in her voice and a flick' of anger, ii extra- ordinary .grey eyes, she added: "If you'd been gifted width laughter, and: the - art of being thoroughly stupid from time to time, we should have been able to . celebrate the twenty- fifth anniversary of our wedding to- morrow night in •mutual.°, kindness, love and understanding." "Tomorrow night? Is it tomorrow night? . . . Twenty-five years! My God." . "Did you hear what I. said?" "Yes, I did, and I quite agree with you. 'I'm now in the- mood to add, because I'm old, because I'm going down, because I'm` going to be' good,' 'and finally because of Jean, that II would give all that I have ever done in the way of self-indulgence to be able ,to hold your hand tomorrow night in mutual love, kindness and, understanding.'' She retained her held on his coat, and, with an expression from which all -light had disappeared, looked dee• in his eyes. Here was a.,man inorashe was "still unable to dis- e"eov a single " clue to his character rh g or thoughts. He . had grown a little Older, become a little greyer, and was even a little more critical and fastidious, and, according to her, ef- fete, than when she had seen him last. Better:looking now, if possible; in fact, handsome, It was a hackney-, ed word. But he was an utter strap, ger, and it seemed to her more ex- traordinary than ever, almost more ii.'decent, that he was the father of Jean. -What a marriage! What a name for an affair which had so much better have been called a bit of bank - two unwieldy fortunates out of which, to her bitter and everlasting regret, there had'not been a son. Then, abruptly, she left him, and went to her desk; which, oddly ert ough, was neat, in. the most apple-pie, order.; opened a drawer; slipped an indiarubber band from a little bun- dle of tette s, selected the one on top and took it to the chair which he bad placed for her at the beginning of, their talk. Or was it an -inter- view? • "This is from Jean," he said. "Oh-" Then they were coming to it at last. "I found it on my dressing table on Friday night -or rather at live o'clock on Saturday' Morning. Shalt I read it or would you like to read it your- self?" "I would rather you read it if it wouldn't trouble you much." "Oh no,. thanks. No trouble." How frightfully polite they were. But the amazing youngness: of this woman, the apparently • everlasting fountain of exhilaration with which she was possessed, the odd mixture of woridlines's and naivete, of crudity and finish, .reade,h m hesitate to Wirt ,her. :lieknew that, she could be wounded as easily a's • a pear,. so he held himself in, turned on the meta- phorical erank which makes the civ- ilized, man bleat nonsense as a plana • organ` goes. from tune to tune, 'and said: "My dear -Helen, 1 think about you now what I've alway9 thought about you." "Yes, and what on egrth is that?" "Don't WI knew?" "O1. course 1 dent You've never taken the troublo to -eay ft.' ,"0411-; right tiles. P11 sap it iiow. .i think that' 'oti'ro' one of the moat rek mltrkabie Whiten I've ever'm$t,,11 you 'w -ill send -yon'4'4'040 I'm -a female' :Coluinbu off, S ver the s tcl (:rd�, .�rorld, to look at life t rough;:my own eyes, and ;bud. outwhat',s*�Worth while. To. be : perfectly fraul. trhe; mere thought. of being married .n atpyear to Tony, and becoming. a 'responsible person before I have bad.' •:ing weds all too ghastly tor vic, He's. gh t o d� e s a y r r nice boya I r nd sell 1ie13e a that 1 y.. �' I love him so far'as I know'. `ik'hat.'love means but when I thine about marriage, of yours and other ;peon's, and what a farce it. is, I have come to the con- clusion that it's the+,F •„ rt. of thingto beput under t.he 1404414 sof Last sources; --or per t,",,.`Dam $es' Ris - better. ette . T h t' s all,•. •� si a this time. Give my love to :Father, Tell-himfor me, that I'm sorry he 'lias bothered to come over, and advise., him to go back to the Villa Pico della�;Mirandola and go on • as before. if -,-04# a kiss exact- ly in the middle of your :pillow and I Marked . the spot with ;sty lips=a lit- tle red, stain. Kiss it ?when youcome. home. I shall prpbab"}Y' be fast asleep when you do, but I shall feel it in nay dreams --my -charming: Mumsie, my laughing sister, my .,.younger sister, who wants looking . after very much more than I do. Jean.". , 111 d When Farquhar.' turned from the window" he was astonished to see that Helen, the woman who , had al- ways fled from anything serious, was crying. She was sitting bolt upright with her hands on her breast and the. nears were rolling down through the thick make-up on her dace. He watched 'her. She was quite unconscious of his presence. She was apparently sevv_era1 miles away in the past, or out to sea on the wings of her spirit with the •girl who, at that moment, was probably riding the mechanical horse inthe gym. Farquhar had never seen his wife in tears. He had seen her flash into angry words, stand stiff and! cold with. her pride flyinglike a banner, or lie at perfect ease and catlike - grace while she -threw out dart, rafter dart of stinging sarcasm. Mostly he had seen. her face alight with laughter. He knew perfectlywell that his wife adored this girl. But he wonder- ed whether she was crying now be- cause her pride had been wounded, because 'the calm and callous words of that amazing letter had bruised' bat- like erlike a handful of .flints' ::After all, "'lie -:had heard his wife ifee "'the word "adore" in' connection with dogs, furniture, actors, places, coffee and strawberries. In any case how was, he to tell of what she was thinking? It had nev- er seemed to him to :be; worth while to take the trouble to ' stand her. ,She had never appeaie` him.'' _ He hated women who cried. It seemed' to him to be such a dirty trick; cheat- ing in fact, a rather vulgar form of tyranny. But somehow as he looked at this woman who, by the grace of God and face creams, hadso success- fully eluded time, be was moved to pity, he found. He imagined that this was; the first kick in the face that had ever been administered to her, unless of course, she had been genuinely in love with someone when she.'. had referred to divorce that time. He was quite in the dark about that. He felt impelled to say or do some- thing that was sympathetic. He won- dered what, with a curious self:con- sciousness. It was quite likely that if' he touched her she would screaraand call for help. He didn't know. Or if he were to lean forward and say: "I'm damn sorry," it was on the cards that she would snap out ,some flip- pant back answer in ripe American- ese. She was frightfully up-to-date. God, what should he .do?' He, said to himself: "Conceive, just conceive, the hideous damn tragedy of being Married to a woman of whom one knows less than any passing stran- ger." - And so he started to walk abouts He always walked about when the working of his brain disturbed him. The strange noises of irritation and amazement on the telephone contin- ued from time to time" But there sat that Woman, .disembodied, with- the tears making large channels through the powder on her face. Finally he did say, : "I'm damn sorry, Helen, I tell you I'm damn sorry." "Why?" she 'asked him, looking up through her clotted eyelashes. He had nothing to ,say- He was winded. Good God, that Was exactly what he meant. He continued to walk up and down" He .supposed that he had blundered badly by saying that he Was sorry. She . had• ;probably thought that he was glad.- Being sorry implied a sort of school -boy pity. To pity 'Mrs. Ers= kine Dalbeattie Farquhar was absurd. It was indeed an insult ... Poor swine. He felt completely helpless. Switched back into the rooin by her husband's quaint remark, Helen watched him and suddenly began to laugh. "It's funny," she said. "Yes,. it is. It's funny. Tomorrow We' celebrate the twenty-fifth anniversary of our wedding, although' you bad forgotten the fact, and at the moment when the only thing we have ever mutual- ly produced has turned us down as flat as a pancakes we don't know what the devil to say to each other" Isn't it a scream?" " "Is' it?" he . asked. "However, .is -there 'anything we can dol" ' She picked ,up the letter, +held it for a moment in her *Mate 'fingers and let, it flutter to the; Aisle, "Nothing," she "said-"iiething, jean has gone' beyond' us. "' VW?'.e're >d, couple ef ,.: duds, my friend." Sha do got i for. several r' mutes to renovate he'r face. "She do ln't even think, ' t''.nenesAary° loll us Where shes 't�h AM UR r She/.'We don't dQ i;" 414ite a'boiit•"tliciney a'kid, ao Altai?','' Oh; 14.ttifttra all rl,ylrt. Vii:g 'tv'rtt: s•iltier!. {1d o ehektias, yeti knelt: • "Darling Mumsie," she -read, and as she did so the •picture flashed into her mind of her charming little girl, herd hardly -fledged bird, who was the strangest combination of herself and the man who stood listening to her with very anxious eyes. The same short hair, the same high, fine fore- head), beautiful brow, wide -apart eyes, aristocratic nose with contradictory nostrils, sensitive, laughing mouth, and small, round chin, Grecian heck, wide shoulders; the pride and inso= lence of youth. "I shall be gone when you wake up in the morning. The Olympic sails at 12 o'clock-- tonight and I'm going with it. 'I'm. quite alone, but don't worry. Every man on board will look after me, judging front- what every man on shore does, and I'm enjoying a new and delicious thrill. - I've not said a word to you because whatever you might have said to me wouldn't have mattered a bit. You don't matter -any longer, dear old Mtimsie-1' mean in a maternal way. I've grown out of all that. it bores me. I'in in no mood any . longer to listen to 'Don'ts' and 'Do's.' Then, too, I didn't want Father to butt in'. I didn't want to stand in front of him when he .comes over es- pecially to deal with me and listen to all thefrowsy old 'things that he is bound'_ to say. I 'I'ove and adore you both, but as parents I say "that you bore I ne. .I' find that I have suddenly biowii open like the petals of a cro- nes. From. flow I'm going' to do just *hater`teir I .want id do at the mom+ elite; that I feel like doing it. I shall Probably be Made o pay, but that's .easy. I have found tory wings and, I'm, hying,. It'e perfectly marvell:oiie 1h'i e" diiy'. half dtti xl 'bek'ore. it • *111. be tithe fog''' yoi daktt''Father to Com it " td,aiie rede's o''aVhe�(i":d'I g�^3iifo a,'ino>ter, Ilett .1 r,do ''o ': bovit rsae, •1 dh t� °'X ul1 A l wttuanllittxgx n un0ou9clot p hg z1 at see tQ in to b 'much -a l h 1e e • using a tso ick in 'Thea} d she got ,up, •. and with (more effort thein °she :had e rer iiadebe- re, ffostril71401d back into, tales eha'rac .lei istie at it>,lde : of con, elute unser iotsness,, i r-. But 'e ' s h B t net b ;tare nh. ]lad a.d tl: r u self "Good heavens, have T' been, ,re,•.' legated into .the ' position of n "dear; old tMunisier? Ani I already 'becom- ing a •little short in the wind? ast ly thought!" "Well,' .she.. said -aloud, "geed iiwrn.-. ing-,--I ve lets of things- to do.' Vie put the receiver -.-.of the tele atik phone 'b, and the bell began to ring.. It was another of those-chatterwag- ging women, who,... without the slight -r estgrain of contrition, broke, down' the. fourth ,wall ,of so many people's Once more there . was hquses n.� a the idiotic formula, the.mutual."Oh my .. d�eare,'.' the "tint. really," the bursts. of meaningless• -laughter,. the eyewash' of ; gaiety ` and- 7brightness. During it all Farquhar stood with his back both actually' and metaphori- cally. -to the wall. How damned ale i surd that , he should have returned ; "hone," having given up that lovely Villa and that, most charming wo- man, to find himself in this quite abortive position. He hated to feel an ass. •. There was something in his face as well as, in his attitude which must have touched• an odd vibration. Helen. _:,pulled up on her way to the door, gave him, a look in which, there was a sort of unwilling sympathy and re- turned to her chair. • "Are you inclined to answer a few' frank questions?" "Yes," he said, "if you will be per- fectly frank with me." "I am -always perfectly frank. I find it's the best way of hiding one's feel- ings. Nobody believes one when one tells the truth." "Go ahead," be ,said. "What have you done with the. lady? May I ask you that?" "Yes, I rather hoped you: would:" But he weighed: his words very- care- fiely. "I think the( best way I can describe it is to tell you that I have retired." "Retired?" The word amazed her. "Withdrawn then -being now in the veteran class." She didn't like those words. They reflected upon herself. "The Villa is up for sale. The serv- ants have been paid off. The lady is going to London." Helen found herself weighing her Own words, a ,most unusual proceed- ing. Do you mind if I 'ask youif you found it rather hard?" "No," he said. "I may tell you that it was the only thing that I have ev- - eep thlr0 M.ir iota lila. rn anger at hY' age " oyv,,,ask role ebei ari'4 ys ;Been Loyal R curious :; *4P In rop4.' ;to w'hioh to edgya,sk:." Thanks. Xhave. no tendo "'Ah, hut''don't you linkyo. might= �begnt'to show a cextalo...amt?uo't Vit:; interest': in inc now that we're' in sneh .W "W l:_. then," ie :said, "w o'is 'Gan lingay?. She, pretended to be;pleaeantiy flat= tens•:. She'conveyed that' she hall; hesotpedof therhat heswwould °refer to the..417,,t_,7 "f'lie's one'-of"the ,older gang of Fin Iish novelists-' I mean, he stands` shoulder to shoulder With 'Welis,.Gale, wrtorathy, , BetLocake. H� ich,old;aB}ensv�ob. ne Sdr whoremadeunshaken . ed„ a ainst the rise aliti7tellsand of the Huxie s. t , ti';t .` - Y. he..:tieni�edy�i, a .,he Sheili Kaye -Smiths, the Frankaiis,•the Swin.- nertons . and all the other ,`who' throw �y up splashes, brilliant splashes` ainst their solid 'foetid tions, This,, is. bis first visit to Auleriga where•h s, na;: e has 'bee* a household woad ,for yea�.ras. He hasn't carne- out to, .lecture,; oddly enough; nor to advertise. 11n fact, "he's incognito. Ile sneaked in under an -- other name." "Why did he come?" "To .bask in my sunshine, as he likes to 'put it. And I'm permitting. hint to acquire enough sunburn to make it' worth his 'while." "I see," he said. The answer was given with perfect frankness and the usual glint of hum- our. But it didn't tell him how deep- ly she was involved. "But to be as straight as you've been I may tell you that he attracts me as no other man has since I was weak enough -or human enough -to skirt :around .the word divorce. When. was it? I forget." - "So do I," he said, and gave her a look of sympathy and respect. "But for this..trouble," sheadded, continuing to put her cards on the table with a scrupulous desire to Play fair, "there would have .been -shall I call it an episode, or have you a bet- ter word?" "I think that does," he said. "What now?" ' She shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows. "I've„ not been in the mood for egotism- since Jean flung her bomb at this house. "I quite understand," he said. "Nor shall I be until Jean condes- cends to tell us what she isgoing to do." "That puts us in. the same boat. then," said Farquhar, ---"not that I make even the vaguest suggestion of; er found hard in 'my life." d: •your being in the veteran class. you "Well then, why didn't you give me look even "younger than when I saw the tip? Divorces are easy in Paris you last: I mean as to our combitia- You could have married' her." , tion to deal with this revolt. De you Farquhar.' shook his head "You' really ask me to believe that we can have not forgotten., our agreement. do nothing -nothing of any sort? Are Sl'h n she rose;i; , nd with a k, qd e iur.. . "It was nioe,gY the, added•,,. ;staff lar a. ` "Thank you,'very ch+ He bowed Rif,-er 0, :ban' a alight hesiitat"ion; raises z The wife went tato the` b'ed'r and the husband went downstairs Before leaving the'bottdoi> �,� I ever; in a wgment of lorget!uIneer he opened the wrong d ,r •,fens - himself in. a room cif ` ai f size whichti had been constructed dor lgt.r�lgi nei ", the nu erous innova"n which such awomanas�rs. Fear 1unl - 'har must inevitabiY` need: The , kle came back into his eycis whet. he -. Saw that it now contained a rowing, machine, a stationary bicycle, an el' ectrin horse, and an extreulely' brainy4 German ,instrument:' which Rerform.ed; most of the processes of an osteo-/ Path: He had seen and used them on the Homeric, in :fact the PliCe 'had' • . been fitted up, as a, gymnasium width health bails, Indian clubs, rings, and ` a large ,mat, on which to; lie and kick. So that was one of the ways in which Helen kept her youth -a most excel- lent way. " From force of habit he went back - to the morning -room. The sun eathe. through the windows, and on its walls were many of 'his favourite things. He didn't know whether to. be pleased or annoyed at the fact that Gamiingay was seated' at the Writing -table with the fingers of one hand stuck through his bbstreperous hair. He was sprawled in his chair.. with one long leg crossed over the other and there was ; a look upon hie Don.,uixote face of the most intense concentration. Farquharknew his work slightly and liked it, though he was not a reader of novels. And so, with his usual thoughtfulness and considera- ttion, he tiptoed to the sofa upon' which was the 'New York ,Times. -He gathered up the loose mass as quiet- ly as he couldand took it to his fav- ourite perch in front of the fireplace. What a marvellous paper it was`'- A daily encyclopaedia off,., the troubles and the foolishnesses, the endeavours and the, humbugs of the world. When -he had loaded 'alis pipe the- striking`' of a match brought Gamiingay back to his own dimension. (Continued Next Week) - 13 • temitieiiitememolommine DE • Before you order dinner at a restaurant, you.h„ consult the bill -of -fare. Before you take a long trip by motor car, you pore over road maps. Before you start out on a shopping trip, you should con- sult onsult the advertisements in this paper. For the .. same reason! The advertising columns are a buying guide for you in the purchase of everything you need,includ- ing amusements! A guide that saves your time and conserves your energy; that saves useless steps and guards against false ones; that put the s -t -r -e -t -c -h in the family budgets. The advertisements in this paper are so inter- esting it is. difficult to see how anyone could over- look them or fail to profit by them. Many a time, ydu could' save the whole year's subscription price in a week by watching for bargains. Just check with yourself and be sure that you are reading the advertisements regularly - the big ones and the little ones. It is time well spent . . . always! • YOUR LOCAL PAPER IS YOUR BUYING GUIDE The Avoid time -wasting, money -wasting : de- tours on the road to merchandi a value.. Read the advertising "road maps." IVIelfgAii BROS., rllbIIsiets '1r 4d