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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1946-07-19, Page 7TEMPLE TI URSTQN • • . Mentioned Iron/last week) ,it took a fair dowsing of drink '.to get •that ,much Profit out of 'him," said Father Casey,, "and. to' all "appearauc- es he had to drink it out of two glass- es to get it. down." • "Oh, shute, 'I hid a drop meseif," said John Desmond Promptly,'seeking to tell no lies with.., eiselips,, whatever he might be acting with that strain of endurance he was now putting, trit- on himself. Dor he knew that. Father Casey would never ask him point blank if he Were --drunk, however long he Wight stay there in that room' in his silent , determination to find: it ottLeetehlraself. , It was•'up. against his, awn indomit- able ,power. of will and the way he carried himself to prove :that he was sober, therefore it was. all opposed to the nature :of the man to• win his ver- diet , with a ,paltry lie upon his tongue. ''Oh, I had a drop, said he, "Shure I couldn't 'let .him be drinkin' there alone, the way ite'd, be sipping a •glass for want of co npany and he goin' the time it Was empty with "divvle a warmth in him to make a bargain at alL" "I gather," said Father Casey slow- sy="I lather it took the best part of two bottles to warm hiento a profit. of seventy-five minds." • "It did see" said John. Desmond. "Shure, I'll give that -fella, the credit of •being` the hardest driver ever I met. Didn't he sit up straight to ut for two hours, for 'twas the best stuff 'heel tasted ever in his :life. I' haven't forgot the 'way to make it, ,mind ye." "L suppose not," said Father Casey. "'I suppose not." •- aehnegeemendelenni _with an. ass (Burned negligence against the mantel piece: He knew it was a matter ^of ntinutes now lbefoee the full tide of his condition should turn,,back upon him again, when nothing short ofthe stiffest glass of punch he could brew would give' him the necessary strength to • persist in the 'strain of his endurance: ' LEGAL McCONNELL & SYS Barrister', `Soi-icitnrs, .Etc. Patrick D. McConnell = H. Glean Hays r• • SEAFORTH,, ORM .' Telephone, .174 SILLERY Barrister, Solicitor, Etc SEAFORTH ONTARIO Phone 173, Seaforth, , e ,MEDICAL SEAFORTH ' CLINIC del: E, A. McMASTER, Physician DR. P. L. BRADY, • M.D. Surgeon Office hours daily, except Wednes- day: 1.30-5 p.m., 7-9 p.m. Appointments for consultation may .be made' in advance. JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D. Physician and Surgeon IN DR. H. It ROSS' OFFICE Phones: Office 6-W Res. 5-J Seaforth MARTIN W. STAPLETON, B.A.; M.D. Physician and. Surgeon Successor to Dr. W. C. Sproat Phone 90-W • ' Seaforth ".It' 1 can get him out of the room," he thought, "and start :him on Ws way back to Portlaw, 'tis only the suspicion he'll have, and shure, hasn't he got that already?" 'In the process of his intention and• to pave the way for the excuse he had at hand, he threw back his head and • he yawned 'with all the stretck- ing of lis' jaws: and all the noise that he could make• about it. As though he had hexer heard a • ,sound of it . Father Casey sat down and, taking off" his spectacles, began cleaning them as though the night was a young.thieg and at the. disposal of both-• of them. John Desmond groaned ne ro d in his heart, and hia • wits grew';muddled with fa- tigue., ._.2, ,., .' • There. was .only, one thing for iyt. He carne, a careful ln,an,' to the table, he sat , down himself and, without a mothent's hesitation, ,.he took •the punch -ladle in his hand. • "Coma along," said he, 'forcing . a cheerful note 'above the lassitude of his voice. "We'll just finish this off -before weego to bed; Shure, wouldn't it be a sin to let itastop,'here and be spoilt in the cold.; 'Ye can have ra drop yeerself-that wineglass will suit the absemious fella 'ye' are," "Arid ye'll have it ih .the tumbler," said Father Casey. "I will so. A little drop like that wouldn't be breakin' me bargain with' the Lord Gted." He knew' he was talking wildly now and was conscious that all the cau- tion of his wits had no power to 'con- trol 'the boisterousness of his tongue. There were indeed two meh within him, warring for the ascendancy over all he did and said. One he could hear, crying out dra- inetlp, lint quite distant,. "vis" theirgfi -at • the end, of a far tunnel beneath that• mounin of his will. The other strode and footed' it rampageously in the very forefront of his brain. With hat .last glass of 'punch, he trusted o gather •his scattering ,wits, and marshal ,them for hie protection •until the little priest should go. ' Andiher:e• sat Father Casey, sipping the genteel portion in ;his. wineglass and watch- .ing him drink it' with those eyes John -Desmond had once said ibefore had more'speech'in them-than-ever-.he_ale lowed upon the liberty of his' tongue: The whole tumbierful he :drained without leaving his. glass, and when empty bro . ght it . down. with, a • re- sounding. blow_ upon the table, ,hot - withstanding that ,there was that dis- tant: -voice crying out to him to lay it 'down 'as if he were on the eery best of his behaviour,,. • ' • • • "Oh; thank God fo-r that!" said he, and seeing Father Casey's'eyes wateh- ing him; knowing, moreover, all that the closeness of that observation meant, he could, net but appreciate the humour, of that sober man sitting there waiting to see if he was drunk. SO ludicrous dud it seem to hirn 'then that he threw back his head. 'With all thought gone for that suffering girl upstairs, he shouted aloud with upiroarious laughter: "For God's sake!" eatclaimed Father Casey, "don't disturb the girl!" And when, at the remembrance of that, John Desmond's laughter ,digd away', in his throat, he leant across the table.i and he looked into the face of his host. "What in the name of Heaven were ye laughing at?" said he. "P was laughing; ' said John. Des- mond, when there came the twinkle'. into his eyes again: ',I.was laughing'' to think of ye • sittin' there, like an old owl waitin' for' a arouse to come out of its hole. I was .laughin' to think of ye still ,scrapint 'yeer brain and wonderin' „vas I saber or drunk, and ye in two minds about it this very minute. . Why, glory be to .God, man, here have I been a total ab- stainer for • ten • mortal ye! rs, and haven't I drunk enough this night. would keep ye sick in yeete bed for a Week? Didn't I send Tim• Cassidy away from this door more than an hour ago. and he welkin on his feet the• way they'd be lumps of lead and his head goin' round like the gallop-• in'.horses at a fair-tehtlnes and all - I did indeed, and 1've made another bottle the way it 'ltd• be leanieg to- wards the ash heap since then, hied can't I eland on my feet this minute would take more than the weight •of your' dainty little body in its black cloth' to ptisir me .over!" To prove it all in the aerogance of his .intoxication. he leapt up of a sud- den from his chair, and was scarcely .on his , feet when they crumpled up rider him. With a cry on his Iips, Re sank back into `his seat•'again, .There -was not trace of laughter in his eyes now. He sat -there with a glazed stare, watching Fatber Casey, half-conscious in the . stupor and be- wilderment of his brain that the vio- lence of the second man in him had satisfied the first that 'the game was up and that he sat there, convicted before his tribunal, convicted of breaking his' bargain with the Lord God. • • DR. F. J. 'R. •FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, lJniversity of T'oronto. Late •assistant New York Optha:- 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.n .; also at Seaforth Clinic 'first Tuesday of each month. 53 Waterloo Street South, Stratford. JOHN C. GODDARD, M.D. } . Physician and Surgeon +"Phone,=..110 Hensel] } 4068x62 DR. F. H. SCHERK Physician and SOrgees» Phone 50 ' Hensall. AUCTIONEERS HAROLD JACKSON Specialist hi Farin and Elouseho:d Sales. - d' ' Licensed In Huron and Perth Coun- ties.' Prices reasonable; .satisfaction guatrantte t. For 1ftforniation, etc., write or phone HAROLD JAd11SON, 14 on 661, Sea- tlorth; R li d,° Seaforth. W. $ ON,AIL,,'.OENFMELD, ONT. Liceruted' Auctioneer , Pore bred hales, also .farm stock ti and implements. One per trent. <Ilhi e, gatitraellIM ,l itaVa1o,,i:efed, 1`or Sale' aisitteii, ,2110: Qtan'ton, at y *Agent*, ! she has a. ••voaatiow , already, and ye, I beth, a roan of yeer *Ord, will entour- age it -in -her, said _I'll •make all the arrangernente for her to be received neat year,' 'Tis .no good, the world knows, for a girt has thosd•,, holy thoughts in he mind to be Saddin' about goin' to dances and flirfin' with the 'young fella"sj I. hope to goodness there were none of them this night at Stra thally telkin' their nonsense tor,...for 'tis. a pretty thipg she" yeas wither black hair on heir head and that puff -and -bubble •dress she had made' up for' herself"' ' John 'Desmond` gripped both hands' o i stared on the arras Y h s chair and st ed into the ashes of .his fire. , • • "-'Tis „the -prettiest she is of - the w tole lot," said he. • "I've been *atch- ing• her' neeself, and she •growin' up the way. when she's'twenty she'll give Sophie' ten pounds in the saddle and leave her standin:! • Flow would it be," he added .suddenly as the last faint hope came ' to him out of the blackness� ,�fin his heart -"how would it be if lefe had her down here and put it to herself? ' Shure, mien! 'tis herself would he Lewin' the .world and• wouldn't she .have ,some say in it." v "Faith, they've gone to bed," said, Father Casey, not liking the sound of this proposal at alland, feeling that as the agent of God, he was being cajoled into the snare of a side -issue by which this crafty tenant on his Mestere estate might yet evade his obligations. ' "Haven't we ,been sitting here this twenty `minutes and more,'; said ..he,, "and worl't they. be in bed and asleep in Iess?"'., • . John Desmond, looked 'up at him and smiled, and,`,seeing that the ver- retaha.d-"'already•--been-•.'passed etraatr hire, he helped himself without corn, punetion to another ladleful of the fast -cooling punch. "Have ye. ever seen.v, a girl aftber her first dance?" said he. "Have ye ever seen her gettirr.' herself to bed?" "I have not," snapped Father Casey: "Shure, why would -I?" "Well,. I won'e tell ye the garments she takes off of herself," said. he, "but there are•about five, not countin' her' dress and the things she has in he hair and hangin' round her neck and' sh ue •-abnirt-aill-ev-eraltele like baubles in a jackdaw's nest. I 'won't tell, ye. what they are, for ye' wouldn't understand '-t if I did, but I'll tell 'ye this, with. every one • she takes, off, she shtands for half an. hour 'lookin' at it, and if there's- no one .about,' She'll tell herself'•tales about it, -what she thought it, looked like -the things that could be seen, mind you ---and what she imagines other ,,people thought it looked like. And shure, glory be to God, with a girl and she dein' that, it'll take her the best part of the night till mornin' to get her- self.• in between the sheets, and like as not, when she's 'got thb-re,. shell' up again, thee way she'll be wonderin' wouldn't her lair have' looked bet- ter hangin' down like ,some other girl's she's seen, at the back of her neck. And darn it, man! ahe'li set to therm and, begin tryin' it in front of the glass. Gone to bed! God help us! shure; she'll be fit to ,be seen for another hour yet." • This was knowledge of tip world that Father Casey could set no;argu- ment against. When John Desmond, leant over- and, rang the bell for. the fourth, 'time that evening., he could Say nothing.' • • "Will ye tell Miss Pat," said ;he, 'there's a serious Matter I'm talkin' with Father .Oasey, and I'd like her to shtep downstairs for a, minute, for it concerns herself." . ' •Mrs. Slattery 'went out without •a word. knowing that things.hed indeed gonee" badly fora their cause, but that there was still 'hope, As she closed the door, Father Casey demanded it as•his right that if Patricia did come 'down to them, it should be he and no other who Would put the case as, it stood. , . . "Te can say what ye like' •said John Des.ns nd,. "1• put myself entire- ly: in yeer • hands: and ,'tis yeerself ::.could leave . a brass plate screwed lets the centre panel of yeer• door." Father Casey made 'no "inquiry as •to the Meaning of this last remark, and there for some moments they sat in silence, At last the door opened, when Patricia • stood before them in ,ber; dressing -gown, with her black hair hanging in dark clouds over her shoulders. ! , "What did I tell ye," eicclaimed John Desmond. "There's a ` good hour's hard .s'ork. Join' •nothin', before that child 'ud be in bed. Come here •to me,"' said he,. and held out his hand. She cameand took it in her own, when she could feel his fingers strok- ing her • wrist and knew that some serious, thing must be expected of her then. • "Here's the priest has a little tale to be tellin' ye," said he, "and will ye give both ears to ut, for,..'tis more important than all' the ball -dresses -ye saw this night_at Stradbally." With that iritroduction, Father Casey began, and told her the whole story from the night of her birth to that very moment when they were all Met , there in that very room which had beenthe scene of all those hap- penings'. Over the first part he stumb- led awkwardly, at a loss for 'Words that were not to be found in his cleri- cal vocabulary. "Ah, get on with it!" exclaimed John „Desmond at this point of the story. "Faith, don't ye know that no girl of sixteen is a fool? Shure, •main! his no shagae to I be born,. Wouldn't yet be blu'shing•.this moment to the roots'.of yeer hair if it were. Ah, get on. With' it!", . And: Father Casey stumbled on, coming to the a-0 ;of his narration Of that first nig is e°Vents with • a elgh t/f relief, an passing on to the. safer waters of the later progressions of the story, • "theas himaelt: there sent for ye," Said lie when die' had finished, "the THE VERDICT • • As though they had'served his pur- pose,. Father Casey took the spec- taeles from off ,pie nose, put them away in their case and thrust'theta back lath' his ;Pocket: "John Desmond," said he, in all that Judicial aloofness that has . no room for pity in its heart, "ye'v,,e broken year bargain., and it doesn't need neeself to 'tell ye as an honest than what the Almighty. God'll be es- pecti•ng of ye." ''here could. have been no shrewd- er • way of 'puttitrg it than that, for. honesty 1s a virtue a min may well Ware some ,pride In, and lobe Des- mond kept .it ley him even amongst rogues, • `„ "Must Pat • go Into the convent?" Said d he; . "'Pia not e. case elf must," replied rather .Casey; knowing iris man, ?O ' the sound of that Word grated on hie "She's in the, way of thinking WS. • ty he hoe hopen •'Ids, liptl. • ye tt?: gettiz' out of his • ir;lergaln with the hold c190- ' 1:10,111,114, 'upon, hes wrist Lame its hold," d'ohn-- ekeeend•, put ber ,away from 1tin .- • i • • "fret her • answer ,>rtt; herself;,' 'sato. he, '•Ye've got seer' dose iii the world, loather ;Casey '±tad I've get roe two feet, though e eap't stand au "ane There's; nedbher' of the ,two would be f • a credit to any eonve:Kit with a black veil over our head;' what'smore, it's herself will hays ,to weal; .it, .f,et. her answer, 1m -a', for the Al-. rrii•ghty God would take e no child cZ Miele i•n the holy elite in settlement of an outstanding acQciunt if 'twas the -way she didif'r wast to gu " Petrie* looked from oue to the other, yet , her tho:light:: were of neither. Back her mind had gone to.. that seat in •the 'garden in Carrick barronhane 'House, half shyly, like a timid fawn that returns to a pool in the woods it has quenched its thirst trom once before, half -anxiously, Mix- ed not a little with :defiance as she thought of the trialreeCharles Stuart had played on her, -the exposure•,, of which had beery' made by Sophie af- ter the verynext dace. She thought no i11 of herself for the trick she had played on ,him. H'e stood accused be- fore. her, never she,:, in her'coesidera- tion, before him. , It was to wreak iris spite arpon her, for: the 'fool .she' had. made of him, he had taken that Mean advantage of her, and that was well consistent in her mind with a man who could ride his horse to death 0111 hard road and leaveit with its. broken heart by the side"of the ditch. And what a mean •advantage it had been! To pretend that his interests were so deep as, if it were, might have stirred some an- swering emotion in herself! These thoughts startled her. Would it have aroused an answering emotion irr;''her if his interest had been great- er? , No, •she never meant that. No man cri el to his beast would ever succeed in stirring the faintest r•e- sjio.nse from her. Yet there had been ope thing he had said, as they stood out there on the Stradbally road. which had returned again and again to her thoughts. Some journeys have to be taken:" . he had said, "end ' when it's the choice between a man and a beast. °it's left to sentimeiitaflh-ts io c1ihbWe 'tile" beast." Beside the whip of scorn there had been in that which, much against, her will, she had 'felt stinging the blood to her cheeks, there was. the convey- ance of as • motive in justification of his apparent heartlessness. When- ever that consideration came to her, she put it away.' Yet at this inoment :while she stood in silence before those two men waiting for her answer, at returned again as insistent, as before. Still, supposing .there had been good seasjelaefer his treatment pf bis horse, there wasp abovee all--other-things. hie:, treatment of her. Then why had he shown such surprise -and almost ap- parent distresswhen, not knowing she was Patricia, • she had told him that that member of the Desmond. • family was dedicated to a convent life?, . Was that 'forced? ' Was that put 'on?. She was inclined to. think If the iaectee burn low ` about that Chri:atamas ate of ours, throw on an other ref; "' ,Another log Will see us. through •. era— eta''OHAWING7H00941 AT '1 ATE.RPAil•' There 'is a' saying, .putting it upon record that the entrance of Integer by the door is simultaneous with the departure of love `by the window;, Whether. that be true or no,--ar%d, it is*'not for a man caprielously to dis- .date because h:e happens to have live • a while with hunger ance•_leeee in the same dwelling --it is, at least, nev- er the first chapter in any story. For hunger, even if it lee in the house al- ready:, could not hold the door ;if love wereto set its ,shoulder against the panel, bu.t according to the saying one must take it for. granted .that love has got there first. When love, -then, comes to the door -and it cannot be supposed the house is empty -it is patience and all the attributes of common sense that fly in a flash out of the windows and neve er returns again until such time as, love .hasbeen settled down in her new abode and is in a fit state to re- ceive visitors. To say that Charles Stuart was- im- patiell to see Patricia again after the dance it Stradbally would. be .as true as saying that a mandied of a brok- en heart, when every ocular demon` stration went to prove that he had cut his own throat rather than face his trouble. He, was. brought back to Waterpark after the dance by'fr'ierids..of Mickey Mcilamara's who were going that way but if in truth it can be said of a man that his heart Was in one place white the body of him is 'in another, thia was the state of affairs with Charles Stuart. For three days he fretted his spirit in that house'in Lady Late, until old Sandy, who' .had left love out of his reckoning, thought he must be a, sick- ening for a disease, and on the fourth he set out for •Portlaw. , It was a day in April when a man must ask God for life or be insensible to all the finer feelings of gratitude. The squadrons of.; the clouds were sweeping across the .sky, their white sails too full of the winds of spring to pause for a thought of rain.. Birds -were" building in the -budding' 'fie�ge= rows, There was a nip and a warmth in the air at one, and• the same, itme, enough to, tingles•the blood and stir the sap in the woodland tree. Larks were heavenward. On such a day might Browning have beep sitting in his ,'`vlindow overlooking those waters of the Venetian' canal and crying out With his heart towards England.. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon when, after many times los- ing his way, Charles, pushed open the gate at. the entrance of the drive and came under that long avenue of trees upon the wide grassland of Water- pafk.. • .. . one• living in the town .ani1 in such cramped. confinement as that narrow passage of Lady Lane, where,. except for one 'hour of the .day, With its bread outlook across the spreading fields, looked .imposing enough. Only as he came nearer did Charles ob- it was not.. But what, a splendid re- - taliation on her, part it . would be if When, one day, he came out to Water- - park, as he had said to .Sophie he would, he found .that. the bird had flown and that no power of his hand could ever reach• -"fit in its splendid cage! '.. „".: 9 This, as near as one, can -touch:•it, is the . mind of a girl of sixteen. The gaudiest flowers of romance are the ones that catch her eye, and she will pluck them, even if there is• death in the lurking .corners of their. petals. There was all the color of remance to Patricia then -and, be it noticed, the desire for romance had in that) night 'found its way into her heart. There was • all the color of romance in this thought of his coming eager and hopeful to Waterpark, to find her gone, far and away beyond his reach. "Well, what's ,yeer answer?" ex- claimed her father impatiently, at last for though' these thoughts fled with lightning feet through that little head of he'rs., the moments of delay seemed interminable to him.: "Have ye got a vocation, or have ye not?", She turned her eyes on him With all the innocence• of a little child and she said: e serve the broken atones tip oto the hall loo lire grana and moss gri? 9 g tht.ekly in. the G� evir es; only ', 'he t tie pulled the bell and found itjrneelf falling backwards Wathe theee,.g o4 -yards of wire attached tp. the hail did he 'begin,' to realise that, impacting° ass it was; this was :a poor. man's, dwel ling. .spumiug.that there wound .be: n o . r eapont!e to that su3nmon s, how- ever vielent • it •inay ba'v seemed, tie leeocked on the •dieete' which any eon-• - Stant visitor tel 'Waterpark ,eoutd have told, Wee Vas the only wap attract attention in that houspe7 .In the s see of three inmatett it brought iULrs. Slate tory, when such being the instinct of women, she,.lt,Itew the Inoinent ette •1rem; held Oharles's 'face' and. beard the Me-' certain stammer of his voice, that this was love knocking at the door. What .merre could she do than Sing it wide '141.4 °4. F#(Cimr onttmse'c Next" Week) . �^ �,�;, visitors • .o shows our '... p�tarr ofr 9% Visitors from the States bought over. 70,000 'angling licences in just one season! These guests help bring us prosperity . . it's up to each of us to do what we can to make their. visitspleasant! IT'S EVERYBODY'S EIYSINESS ... c •0ire,eityorf :r Ontario profits almost as much from the tourist business 'as from the gold mirring'iindustry, It's up to us tokeep-•tb'ie business growing. Every tourist dollar is .shared ,this way . 1. Hotels;' 2. Stores;. 3. Restaurants; 4.•Taxes; etc.; S. Amusements; 6. Garages. "Le 's marethem-want to come back!" MANNING A HOLIDAY? Tens in cos 10.30 p.m., Thursday, Friday and Saturday "If ye've made yeer bargain ,with the Almighty God, 'tis yeerself • must hold its -.:Haven't I been brought up with the belief I'm going, into a eon- vent? -Very well, so, into a convent I`h`.go, and just as soon as ye like to send me there." And when you come to think of• the lengths to which, women will go to throw dust 'in,the eyes !cif those who are already. .blind from their' 'birth; you will realize the trueness to type in Patricia Desmond and, ail the charm that truth bestowed upon her. VIII • A. TAILPIECE There is nothing but •the power of the prince's right arm, the singing. note qf' his sword, and the fearless- ness in his heart, will break the spell cast upon the princess in the, hour of her birth. Never vas she set free by the wit or• cunni of the- king, Her father, never could here be founds, in all his lairds a wise man, wise en- ough. to, triumph over tree witchcrafti And the true modern witchcraft. is no less potent than the old. Every, mother's son of us, we' are all under some one spell or another, a preju- dice ar an imperative idea. Some- times they call it ,the skeleton in our cupboard, And Just as the princess gone to sleep for,, a hundred years, or that daughter of the king turned into the •guise and likeness of a toad, there is' only one thing tkii -dui -tile' chains of our slavery and set us free from •the giiell of prejudice or- the witchceaft of evil thoughts. It Is the' sword oe the prince, that glitter of White steel that cries tts song • aloud as he, wields it about his heb,d and/ plunges it into thOvery heart of .ttre misshapen monster that holds us 'in its thrall.. • Patricia Desmond became the vic- tim of the spell of an idea thatvery instant When her .father, ding bells dupe to the Lord God in the fear Of losing his best :beloved, hada sworn to Mrs.. ,.Slattery that if his ehild should prove a girl he would 'offer her to' the holy 'life. Under the slialow of t'halt:spell; she grew 4o'iwartls d*omanhotade .nil- here is the rest of the story yet to villi, '., .M Published. is NN Ps bile interest, by Jahn Labatt Li.,I d • Atonic Vacuum leavers, But.:.. Seaforth merchants are going to have a lot of inter- esting things to advertise during the `next six' months. What we mean to say in. this: The advertising col- umns of The Huron Expositor will have real news interest for every reader during 1946. You'll be reading about the new car models new. stoves=improved, iceboxes— latest radios—alarm clocks—electric razors—advertise- menta for foods we've just been talking about the last'feW, • years—even new bug killers and nodoubt scarce, clothing item: as they col ie on the market.• And the..ladies will go back to that favorite pastime of checking 'items at sales—something else that' we'll- see -more of as our .business places get back to normal opera- tions on a: postwar losis. IT WON'T BE TOMORROW, not .all this news, but almost every day something NEW and IMPROVED is coming back on the market. We, haven't talked about prices, but you'll be pleased to see not. very great changes from the days before Sept- tember, 1939. Yes, we believe, that— " TODAY, MORE THAN EVER, ADVERTISING IS NEWS " • e Huron Ex Established 1860 McLEAN BROS., Fublighe7rs Phone 4.1..