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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-08-02, Page 6THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATETHURSDAY, AWVSU 2nd, 1031 TRAIL’S END T by Agnes Louise Provost SYNOPSIS The passengers of No. 12 won dered about the pretty uncom- - liiM.C'cative stranger. And! the •girls thought s were filled with memories of the night three weeks ago, when she had driven her roadster into the sea. Bhe had •been amazed to find no newspap er references to the thing she feared most. But even so, the •girl of that night was no longer. SECOND INSTALMENT Near the sun-baked station the •town of Marston straggled inform ally, a single dusty street! with a few dwindling offshoots on each side. In the door of the post-office a young man appeared, looking up the road toward the station, He was tall and sun-browned, but Without the weather-i'beaten, 'desert dried look. He had an arrogamt nose with pride in every line of it, rather nice; gray eyes, clear and steady, and a pleasant, finely curv ed. mouth, curiously at war with the prideful nose. He caught sight of a shabby automobile over the sta tion, and. faint grin twitched at the corners of his mouth. /He was wondering what some people of his acquaintance would say if they ever came no Marston and had to be met by that car. “It looks like an old hobo,” he /reflected, “but Petry lives it like a. baby . , . Guess I’ll go over and wait there.” He strolled ton down the dusty street. It was by no means a crowded street 'but the few peo.ple he met all seemed to know him. Their greetings were friendly, al though perhaps not so jocular as they might have been, say to Boone Petry, who worked for him, or to Jim Bagley who kept the general store, or any of the few scattered ranch owners who occasionally > came in for supplies. He seemed', in a way, just a little apart from their everyday lamiliar interests. Only when he passed the deserted real esfate office his face darkened very slightly. The" forlorn little build ing, slackly revealing its useless ness to any sconful eye, was un doubtedly a long standing offense to him.Out of the shimmering distance a dark .blob lhad appeared. At the station a few loungers came to life for one of the major events of Mars- ston's day. Boone Petry, propped contentedly against the weathered boarding a few- feet away, to a mild interest. The grinned sociably. “Expectin’ company?” ‘‘.Some stuff for the boss. “He gets a lot of stuff, don’t Must ha;ve some real money spend.” Petry blinked at the glinting tracks and apparently rorgot to an swer, The operator took another “Jim Bagley says he hears Duane’s out ’most every day, pok in’ the old Junipero full of holes. Barry’s a nice fella; but if he keeps on like that he’ll end up the same way his uncle did.” “Mayfee, and maybe not. I ain’t inquired his destination, but wher ever Barry aims to go, he most al ways arrives at.” The conversation seemed unpro fitable, but the operator was a hard man to down. “S'peakin’ of destinations,, I saw the Whole Simpson tribe headin’ out of town this mornin’, bag and bag gage. If they’d of piled anything more on that flivver it would of up and died. They’re the county seat.” Petry grinned, nearest neighbor—a of five or awoke operator ii he? to movin’ over to HOW TO KEEP COOL Take an effervescing glass of pleasant- lasting Andrews Liver Salt when you begin to feel the heat. At once you will feel cooler—-and you’ll stay cooler. Andrews not only quenches thirst, but cools your blood. Taken occasionally— say twice each week—Andrews will keep you fit by purifying your system and insuring regular and complete elimina tion. At all druggists. In tins, 35c and 6{3c. New, large bottle, 75c. 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IHe’s sold place, and from the general excite ment in the Simpson family I’d say it must’ve 'been a pretty good cash payment.” The jar of the two-thirty-eight closed the conversation abruptly. Number Twelve clanked /to a stop with a long sigh. Petry looked along the line of dusty coaches, nodded familiarly to the brakeman, gallantly laden with somebody’s .suitcases, and started (toward the forward end. Then he stopped, as abruptly as though he had been jerked at the end of a halter. Silken ankles and beautifully shap ed feet were coming down the grit ty steps of old Number Twelve. Petry looked up dizzily at a slim young 'woman clad trimly in blue. She was appealingly young and' she had the loveliest skin that Boone had ever seen and an engaging lititle mouth which looked rather sober just now but would surely show lovelv teeth when she smiled, and lustrous big eyes with a growing dismay in them as they looked be yond ’the ugly little station toward the forlorn straggle of houses which constituted the town of Marston. That was Marston’s first glimpse of Anne Cushing as she stepped from the two-thirty-eight directly into the path of Boone Petry, ex-cow man, ex-ranchman and general fac totum to Barry Duane. Involuntarily he swept off Ins. battered liat, showing a grizzled head, a skin weathered to a leath ery brown and light blue eyes which gave him a deceptively innocent air, The girl smiled at him. Some of the dismay retreated. “You are Mr. Simpson, aren’t you? I am Anne Cushing.” “Why, no ma’am.” Petry gulped visibly. “My name is Petry, Boone Petry’. If you’re lookin’ for Lon Simpson, he—he's moved away from here. He sold his place just re cent.”“Yes, I know. I bought it. But I thought he might be here to— well, to show me the place, I sup pose. I’m airaid that was a rather silly idea.” “No ma’am,” said Petry helpless ly. The dismayed look was hover ing in her eyes again. He shifted his weight from one foot to another and thought earnestly of things lie would like Simpson. “I guess that way.” “But don’t am. or ten ex iten his ------- -------- ----------- the eye of the watching young miajn and signaled him with a furtive thumb. The girl was thanking him '“That would be splendid, but I hate to be such a nuisance.” “Not a-tall, ma’am.” The young mjan was at his elbow now, looking interested. Looking more than in terested. “Miss Cushing, meet my boss, Mr. Barry Duane. Barry this lady’s just bought 'the /Simpson place, and Sim’s lit, I’ve told her it’s, right on our way and we can take her out any time she wants to go.” “Of course we can, very glaid to,” Not a single blinfc betrayed that klhe (Simpson place was out of their homeward way by some miles of singularly bad road. “It's awfully good of I didn’t expect to be the community as soon “The community.” Duane, " ''. . .... Now about this new place of yours. When do you get possession?” “I’ve got it now.” “Yes—of course.” He hesitated, and caught .Petry’s nervous eye. Petry cleared his throat. “I was thinkin’,” he ventured “seeing there’s nobody out there now, maybe the lady might like to put up at the hotel here, until her folks come?” “But you see, there isn’t anyone else to come.” Anne Cushing laugh ed, for the first time in three weeks and Barry Duane thought it was the loveliest laugh he had ever heard, “You really mustn’t but worried about me,” she said in that lovely voice. “I’m not a (bit afraid of staying alone. I thought I’d try to get a man and his wife. I meant to leave an advertisemnt for them ■before I started for t’he ranch. Can I do this,?” t Bury laughed. “No. I afraid you can’t. There’s no paper to adver tise in, this side of the county seat. At least there’s no printed one. The unofficial way is to mention what ever- you want over at Jim Bagley’is general store, and then returns to come in. suggestions, Petry? Martha Larrabee?” “First rate!” Petry both of you. a charge on as I arrived.’ ___... .. said Barry “considers itself in luck. “I’ll come,” she said (briefly and permitted herself a -grim quirk of ft smile as she podded to the car’s owner. She went on briskly, calm ly taking the situation in hand. “You wait here for me and I'll go Wit'h you to the store. It won’t take me two minutes,” jShe went back into the house. Such trifling matters as wages, du ties and hours had evidently not entered into her decision at all. “Passed with honors!” said Barry Pugne. “Martiha came out to look you over, and if s'h© hadn’t liken your looks you couldn't have ar gued her into coming at any price. She laughed and sobered, looking out at the endless waste tnat went on and on into the hazy distance. “I knew I was under inspection. I was so afraid I wouldn’t pass mus ter I scarcely breathed. She looks so—.dependable.” “Martha’s pure gold—and here she comes. Now, for" the store and your supplies. Another half hour and' we’ll be on our way.” They were off in much less time than that thanks to Martiha Larra bee’s brisk supervision. (Marston’s brief sensation was over, at least for the time being, but t(he reper cussions still echoed. All Marston knew it now. A pretty young thing with a soft voice and delicate hands had bought' the Simpson ranch, 30 miles out across the Junipero, and expected to run it. Male Marston admired, but shook itls head. Fe male Marston sniffed. “Looks like she had' money,” said Jim Bagely hopefully. “She sure is pretty.” “She’s too pretty,” said this wife tartly. “Girls who look like that) and wear clothes like that' don’-t go’ streakin’ off to out of the way sp'ots unless there’s something queer at the iback of it. The loungers around the store preserved a. polite si-lence. “And what’s more ” said .the lady heatedly, “that suit she wears is handsome, just handsome, but wflien she took her coat off While she was waitin’ for Barry Duane to come back and dance around her, I look ed inside of it tfo- see Where it came from, and the tag had been ripped out! That don’t look like any acci dent to me.” (Continued next week) Pierce, of Battle Creek, was ft guest for the week. Ali> and Mrs. James Linklater, of Detroit; guests, Mr, and Mrs, W. E. Burns, Mrs, Harrisio-n L. Mack, Mrs. AV. Esclienbgch, all of Petroit. Mr, and Mrs. W. L. Barager, Bet ty, Ruth, Gloria and Bruce, all of London; Mss Gladys Nelles, of Lon don, is a guest. “Elbona”—-Mrs, B. Noble of Lon don; guests, IMr-s. G. H. Campbell, Miss Louise Moo-re, of London. Mr, and Mrs, R. P. Richardson, of Sarnia. Mr. and Mrs. A. F. Fetterly and Allan, -of London. Mr. and Mrs. T. A. Bryan, Misses Margaret and Dorothy, of London, Mrs. Al. E. Mlaype and family, of London. - “Red Gables”—(Mr. and Mrs. c. V. Lloyd, Mary, Ruth and Charles James, of Stratfiord. Miss Pliillippart, of Florida. Mr. and Mrs. Keith Hammond and son, Ennis, of London, Mrs. T. H. Murray and Ross and guests, Airs. T. Taggie, of Detroit, and Miss Beth Wilson, of London. ■Air. and LM'ns. Frank Brittan and daughter, Dorothy, of Sarjria. Air. and Airs. A. J. Sweitzer, Dois and Ralph. Mr. and Mrs. Holman and Miss Marjorie, of London. Airs. Nyle Tidbits and eon Duane and Airs. Tidbits' mother, Airs. Alar- tin, of Detroit. Mr, and Airs. H. N. Ubelafcker, Norah and Helen, of Woodstook. Mr. and Airs. B. P. Stanley, of Lucan. Air, and Mrs. Stanley have a cottage in course of erection. Airs. Collins and daughter, Airs. G. Willoughby, R.N., of Walkerville Aliss Kelly, (of London; Air. Robert son, of Peterboro. Mr. Willoughby and -Air. W. Garrett were week-end yisitors. Mr. and Airs. 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Pretty soon I shall wiake up and find that it isn’t' so at all.” Her spirits had soared unaccount ably. (She wanted to laugh as she was politely herded toward the shabby car. It was less than five minutes since she stepped from the train and here she was, trotting off confidently along with two perfect strangers who had taken herself her luggage and 'apparently all her pro blems into their capable hands. At the far end of the straggling street a wooden cottage, better kept than most, sat a little back in a yard where neat borders of flowers had been encouraged to grow. They stepped. Petry went in. He was gene five minutes. Anne began to wonder what was happening. Sup pose the effeioient Mrs. Larrabee should decline to come? The front d’oor opened and a wo man came out. She was tall and comfortably plump, wit'h greyed brown hair and an air of practical competence. Her face was strong and shrewd, and not without hum or. Petry came out behind her, with an uncertain grin on his very homely features. Evidently the re doubtable Martha had declined to commit herself. “This is the lady, Martha. Miss Cushing, this is Mis’ Larrabee.” “I hope you can come, Mrs. Lar rabee. I really don’t '.know what there is to .be done yet . . .” Martha looked at the girl in the car, a small and slightly anxious face. H. LARKWORTHY The death occurred in Mitchell on Wednesday last of George Ham ilton Larkworthy in /his 81st year He had been ailing months. 'The late was a very active having operated a business and later in G. Mitchell. for the past five Mr. Lar'kworthy business man livery and dray a butcher shop Grand Bend Maple Grove Mrs. Dochstadder, of Toronto, re turned home Monday. Dr. and Mrs. Mowry, of London, returning on Tuesday, “O-At-Ka”— Mrs. Balfour, Lon don, has as her .guests her daughter Mrs. (Dr.) Keefer, of Boston; Mr. and Mrs. R. C. Balfour, of London, “Wabuno”—Mr. and Mrs. D. Al. Wright, of Stratford. “Minnie Ha-Ha”—W. H. and Mrs. Gregory, of Stratford and their guests, Mrs. R. T. Carlyle, Jayne Ane, Robert 'and Peggy, of Toronto Dr. and Mrs. J. A. Wright and family, of London. Mr. and Mrs. J. K. McDermid and family, of London. Mr. and Mrs. Ray Lawson and family, of London. • Mrs. E. S. Wright, of London. Reach O’ Pines the week-end guests reg- the Beach O’Pines Club Among istered at . _ House were: Mrs. .Peter Pierce, of Bait tie Creek, Mich; J. E. Carson, Al. B., Brantford; A. P. McCallum, M. B., Petrolia; Alf Soloman and Miss A. Solomon, W/afterlo/o; Winnifjred' Ready, St. Marys; Ethel B. Gibson Robt. L. Gibson, Arthur Francis, all of St; Marys; Bud Llowie, Lon don; Kaye Woolley, Toronto; Gwen Harris, London; Valrie W. Todd, of Stratford; Patricia Kelly, Detroit; Mary S. Drym.an, Strathnoy; W. H. Ferguson and wife, Toronto. Among those occupying cottages at the Beach O’ Pines are the fol lowing: Mr. and Mrs. II. L. McLean, John Francis and Billy, Miss Florence McLean, of London. (Mrs. Peter Shingles! British Columbia X*V* Y Y Y«CX at $3.60 per square A. J. CLAT WORTHY GRANTONPhone No. 12, Sim’s kind of -careless he added apologetically. ... ___„ let that bother you, ma-’ . -If there’s anyinmg I can do the boss either, we'd sure be pleased to.” The local groaned in all its length and gathered its complaining joints into motion again, leaving them standing there. At little dis tance, just beyond the platform, the young man who had come over from 'the post-office stood and watched them with puzzled curios ity. The few dawdling loungers had frankly turned their -heads in the same direction. The girl’s eyes were sweeping 'the sun-warped platform and the hot road beyond. They hesitated fin’ an instant as they caught the unob trusive scrutiny of the brown young man, and then passed on composed ly. They came back to- Boone Pet ry.“It’s awfully kind of you to take so much trouble. If you could just toll me where I can got a stage or rent a car, I think I can manage all right.” ' “It ain't a bit of trouble, hut there ain’t no stage, ‘because there ain't any place in particular for a stage to go. And there ain’t any garage, either, not for hirin’ cars. But that needn't matter a bit, be cause our place is just a spell be yond yours, and we can give you a lift easy. Any time- you .say,’ Petry rubbed his chin nervously with a mahogany paw. Here was a situation calling for diplomacy, and diplomacy, he felt, had never been one of his stronger (points. He sent a hunted look around, caught he Holiday Tire Bargains! GOODYEAR Speedway tread tires for the thrifty motorist Made with Supertwist cords, these new Goodyears will be SAFE for thousands of miles. 9 months guarantee against defects and road hazards. 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