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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-01-02, Page 6THURSDAY,. JAWW ^<1 THR RXBTRR TIMES*APVQCATO f « bn* Money Isn’t Everything” by ANNK MARY LAWLER A Telephone Call “I had my lunch Lucy said. “But I might be to take a cup of tea. I see brought two cups. Poor girl, worked to death these days, helped her as much as I can/’ phone shrilled. Lucy reached out a .thin hand. “I'll take it. They’re busy downstairs, for you, anyway.” “Tell whoevei’ it is," said Jill, her mouth already stuffed, “that I’ve eloped with the postman, or something. Tell -them I’ve left for Africa to do missionary work. Tell them anything. B'U-t I’m not home. Unless, it’s Lyle, of course.” Aunt Lucy murmured a decorous “Hello" into the the mouthpiece. Sounds across the wire. Aunt Lucy’s cheekbones flushed with an­ noyance. Her voice sharpened. “Of course not....No, utterly ridiculous ..•...'Certainly not,...Naturally, every­ thing will go on as planned. Why shouldn’t it? She clicked the re­ ceiver into place impatiently. “Those newpapers," the tone was irritated, “you might think they had nothing else to do. Can you imagine such idiocy? Calling to ask if the wedding will take place on Saturday as scheduled.” The ph-one rang again, it this time, Aunt Lu. ly Lyle. I’ve left a dozen sages at the apartment for He’s probably on a self.” -hours ago,” able Elsa she’s I’ve1 The They’re It’s probably 'I’ll take It’s probab- mes- him. hins-pinwheel Jill Suspects a Joke receiver,cud­snatched the to her ear, and crooned, “Go it’s your nickel.” Morton there—Miss Miss Jill Morton,” Aunt Lucy, “in for Jill she the She died it ahead, “This,” said a disembodied voice, “is the Evening Flash.” “Indeed? That sparkling little tabloid? Well what can I do you?” “Is Miss Morton?’’ “This is winked -at flesh.” The voice seemed a trifle shock- : ed “Miss Morton—we—will you— make a statement for the Flash?” “At my usual rates.” Jill grin­ ned impishly. Aunt Lucy remonstrated. “Please Jill, this is so—undignified.” “Do we understand, Miss Morton, that you are willing to make a full and complete statement, over your name?” Jill’s voice dripped sweetness. “But -of course, my entire life his­ tory.” Excitement broke loose at the receiving end of hei’ telephone. Jill covered th'A mouthpiece with her hand. ' “-Now don’t you worry, Aunt Lucy, it’s a joke. Kit Canby has been calling people up all day. It would.be exactly like that fool to call up and pretend to be a newspaper. After a few drinks, he has the most ingenious ideas. I ■could tell you stories by the hour. Why do best men ’have to be so kit­ tenish?” “Ring “And say not. that husky voice.” the other -end of the wire again co­ alesced into -one voice. “Would $1,000 be satisfactory?” it queried. Jill waved the receiver largely. ”$5,000 or nothing, I have my pride.” . . “Miss Morton,” the voice rang -with delight, “we are sending a •reporter right down. Will you re­ ceive him?” off,” advisfed Aunt Lucy, spoil the fun? I should Kit can’t fool me with The sounds at rang she have 1 Aunt Lucy’s Love Story ‘’‘'With -open arms, Kit,” Jill off abruptly. “The fool”, snorted. “Does he think I nothing to do but play stoog for his ridiculous guessing games? The Flash, indeed! Wanting a state­ ment over my name for $5,000. He certainly must think I’m stupid.” She dropped sugar idly in her tea. “Let’s resume our conversation, Aunt Lu. Why didn’t you ever get married? Or isn’t it any of my business?” “Qh, there were a lot of rea­ sons, Jill,” Lucy’s voice was grave, had too much money, to begin with.” Jill’s eyebrows flew ceilingward. “What has mopey to do with it?” “A great deal, Jill. Money is a responsibility. You’ll discover 'that some day. A wealthy girl is real­ ly never sure whether the man who says *1 love you’ has his eye on her bank balance--—or herself,” The telephone snapped the sen­ tence in half. Lucy frowned. “No, Jill, you’ve played with them long enough. I’ll put a stop to this,” She seized the instrument firmly, and mo- pro­ said “Hello” in a cold voice, listened. She listened quietly for a ment, then began angrily to test, The voice at the other end of the line cut across ’her syllables bluntly. There was a sudden sil­ ence in the bright, lovely room, a harried silence that beat against the walls with more fury than sound. “I — see,” said Lucy curtly. “No -—statement to make.” The re­ ceiver clattered back to its cradle. Jill Gets a Shock Lucy Morton’s face was livid with rage—and with something else, something frighteningly intense. In a strange voice she said. “You’d better read that telegram, Jill," Jill laughed carelessly, that later.” Lucy’s lips were thin “Now, Jill.” The girl raised’ her 'Time for ana tight. eyebrows. “You- needn’t be so dramatic about it, darling,” she reproved, and cas­ ually slit the envelope. “You make such a mountain out of—” her voice faded. iBlue eyes met brown in stricken horror, across the ’ tray and hei’ trembled so violently the crackled. “How did you Aunt Lucy?” Lucy scanned the wire, nine words, “Marrying . Valerie Brooke this afternoon, please for­ give and understand. Lyle.” Jill spoke, in a small, dazed voice, “My whple life ruined, Aunt Du, by- only—nine words. He left off the tenth,” “The usual word in a telegrain is —love." Jill’s voice was lost in sobbing. “Love—■” Jill passed the telegram hand paper know, along. I know it now, but it doesn’t make matters any easier, I’ve been jilted—left at the altar—stood up. That wouldn’t be so hard to take, Daddy, It’s—"her voice broke piti­ fully. “It’s bad enough to lose the man you- love. Only, you see, I didn’t really lose him. He was er mine to lose/’ John Morton thought: “I’ll him the first time I see him, «—” But Lucy smiled wanly, you won’t, John.” turned in amazement. “NO. John, mind reading isn’t one of my accomplishments. But you’re so transparent, we like a great Putnam. Jill’s sweeping. 'Putnam I owe the inestimable ex­ perience of having my heart, brok­ en in the public prjpts, of having the newshawks live on my door­ step, of having friend and foe alike titter whenever my name is men­ tioned. It’s an open Sbcret now that even the Morton millions 'couldn’t get a husband for me. Be­ lieve me, I’m very grateful.” John Morton swore, gently at first, his voice gradually swelling until the discreet air crackled with purple profanity. His sistei' eyed him with reluctant admiration. His daughter merely smiled. “Very pretty, ©addy, Very pret­ ty, indeed,” she said sweetly. But I could do better. I spent all last night awake—and nights are long when you’re awake, Daddy—think­ ing horrible and bitter and cruel and revolting nam. Words never do any good, couldn’t have, told you that week, but I can tell you now/’ Lucy stirred restlessly. Jill’s New iTan nev- kill I’ll “No, Her brothei’ Only CHAPTER W The Morton-Putnam engagement had merited considerable space in the newspapers. Much social col­ umn wordage had been devoted to the uniting of the Morton with the v ancient Putnam racy. B\it the story that Jill had been left at the altar, ly at the eleventh hour, by a fiance who eloped with a that was scandal. the front page. Reporters and ■ haunted the Morton cered the servants, constant surveillance of the house in an effort to establish contact with the family. The phone rang’"' constantly, -until John Morton in desperation had wrenched it from the connection. millions aristoc- Morton virtual- torch singer— That merited phot-ographe(rs doorstep, both- maintained a lake a Madhouse Within the house, John Morton fumed and swore, Aunt Lucy wor­ ried from room to room and Jill- walked aimlessly about like a homeless ghost. For the hundredth time that morning, Jill peered through the curtains down into the street. “Still there,” she sighed, “they must have spent the night on the curb.- treatment, hawks Should or—•” “I’ll What’s the prope-r social Aunt Lucy, for news- who camp on the doorstep? we serve them breakfast to admit debt of gesture . “But Actually, whether Jt Qi’ not, we owe gratitude to Lyle was large and definitely. To Mr, ,g things about 'Lyle' Put- But it doesn't do any good. I last Jill continued, in the same charine accents. out. night, do. servants a vacation-—you’ll have to stay at your club for a while, john..«».” John struggled for a place in the conversation, but was defeated. “I don’t have any packing to do,” Jill’s voice tinkled clearly, like a glass bell jangled suddenly. “Mine’s practically all done. But I can go up and brood over my new apd handsome luggage. This is all so— exciting.” She swept proudly through the door, almost, but not quite quickly enough to conceal the tears that would not be denied. A Game Jill John aud Lucy watched her go, helplessly, “Slie’s game/' hei’ father said, “It's hard to swallow, but she’s tak- ” ing it like aJady.” “It may/ said Lucy Morton thoughtfully, “succeed in doing what neither you nor I could ever do.” “And that is—-" “Make a woman of her. Nething will ever hurt her quite so much, from now on. It's the hard way to learn, perhaps, but it lasts longei’, Now, John,” Lucy faced her broth­ er soberly, “you- and I have a lot of things to discuss, and very little time to discuss them. Before I go, I want tp make a new will.” „ “What for?” “I’m disinheriting yob, Jphn,” she smiled with malicious humor, “Not a penny of my money will you ever enjoy.” “Thanks. I don’t really need it, you know." Lucy went on. “And I’ve decid­ ed Jill has enough already, too.” “Jill’s decided’ likewise/ ’ he ’ said grimly. “I think so. But John—” Lucy tapped his shoulder with a knowing finger, “what’s happened once might happen again, you know. I want you to call Mr. Carroll on the phone and have him come up right away,” “You’re in a Lucy. Can’t this wait till come back?” “I—don’t think so,” Lucy ton weighed the syllables with "I think this had (better be right • away. We never terrible hurry,” you A Help To Those. Past Middle Age ” When men and women get past middle age their energy* and activity, In many instances, begin to decline, and their general vitality Is on the wane. Little sicknesses and ailments seem harder to shake Off than formerly, and, hard- and there, evidences of a breakdown begin to appear. Now id the time When those Who wish, to maintain their health and vigor, and retain their energy un­ impaired should take a course Of Milburn’s Health and Nerve 3?ills, They brace tip and invigdraie tho< system, and help stall oft the decropv I fade of advancing' years. ! . T. Mllbwen Ltd., Toronto, Oni order them away myself,” John Morton seemed grateful for the opportunity to move, act. Lucy murmured, “It Wouldn't do a bit of good, John. We’Ve given them enough ammunition as 'it is.” John thudded down the long liv­ ing room, pausing only long enough to aim A viscious kick at the pile of newspapers On the floor. The headlines jeered inkily: HEIRESS JILTED FOR TORCH SINGER— LYLE. PUTNAM ELOPES WITH CABARET CROONER—and in the cheap sheets pandering to cravers—LOVE KAYOS' IN WEDDING RING. “This is awful/’ he ; “How long does it keep up?” Jill’s voice was cleat and distinct. “Until I consent to make it further exhibition of myself,, I suppose. Until I pose with my broken heart on my sleeve and tears in my eyes. Until—* 'her father put a protect­ ing atm about her shoulders. She whirled away from him, ' Doesn’t Want Sympathy “Don’t sympathize with me," she ,oil sac- 'I thought it all I had plenty of time last There are two things I can I can stay and brazen this thing off. I can talk to the repor­ ters and pose for the photograph­ ers, and generally put a sto-p jto; the whole business by entering in­ to it. I can face my friends and laugh and pretend it really isn’t so important aftei’ all. Or I can go away—for a while. I think—may­ be it’s cowardly—and I guess I am a coward—I never nad much prac­ tice in being brave, never anything to pe I think—” the tears termined not to shed her heart, scaldingly- better go away/’ “Best thing in the world,” John MPrton decided crisply. Bermuda." his mind, get quieted “'Oh, no, muda.. then than Bermuda." Aunt Lucy said, “Not Europe. Things are too unsettled.' theirs, perhaps the 'Orient? It’s a very long trip, my dear.” Their eyes met in understanding. “No, not the Orient.” Jill smil­ ed a sharp, pinched ’ smile that touched the lips, but not the eyes. Besides, why should we waste those honeymoon tickets? I’m going to South America, Mexico and Cuba, as scheduled-" “Are you out of your mind?" her -father roared. “That—that isn’t even decent!” Jill faced him, curiously calm. “Why not? I’v6 been cheated out of my wedding. I’ve had my hus­ band stolen from me. The least I can do is take my honeymoon, be­ fore somebody snatches that. Oh, it won’t be Mr. and Mrs. Lyle Put­ nam now. It will merely be—Jill Morton and her Au-nt Lucy—two quiet spinster ladies, eager for the educational advantages of a tropic tour. I seem to be absorbing edu­ cation rapidly-these days.” “The idea,” John Morton flared, “is idiotic. I won’t permit it.” “Why not?” Jill asked innocent­ ly. intend to leave everything —I think isn’t; it, marries scandal* LtrdRE groaned. * I -1 There was brave about, she was de­ fell back on -“I think I’d “A trip to (He juggled plans in “Give things time to down.” darling. Not—Ber- I’ve got to get a little far- Friday became a nightmare of packing apd plans, of stealth and secrecy and feverish haste. Jill moved through it -all like a puppet, propelled by the able hands of Aunt Lucy. It seemed to Jill that nothing existed between.the arrival of the fateful telegram and her final awak­ ening in New York, The interven­ ing hours became vague and blurr­ ed, like nightmares encountered un­ der anestesia, it was not until Sun­ day afternoon that the enormity of the situation swept upon her. She stood at the window of her hotel room and stared down at Cen­ tral iParlc, green and fresh with the promise of Summer, To the "SYest, the sky was a tapestry of gold and crimson and mauve where 'the sun was slowly setting behind the trees; ’ Her heart stopped foi' a moment, a short, sharp moment, but long to remember—so many He had said, “We'U have with a sunset.” He had 'We'll watch the dawn come He had said—she enough things, a. room said, “ up together.” turned from the window in tears. He had said so many things, getting was not so easy— TO BE CONTINUED HODGSON—THOMPSON For- A 'TOTAL WAR 'The Germans and Italians have repeatedly declared this to be a to* tai war. Total means everything. They are prepared to give every­ thing they have to aid the war, add to destroy everything the other na­ tions have, Nothing is sacred, nothing - is exempt. Everything goes. Children, women, non-com­ batants mean nothing to them, ex­ cept a mark for* their boinbs. The sinking of passenger ships, with re­ fugee children and women delights them. The is glory to The British of war, but even if they do not return it in, kind, But the British are willing to give everything, to take every kind of suffering, rather than be ruled over by Nazis, We as a part of the British Empire are in this war right to the last. We have to learn to help in every way we cap. We cannot all fight. We cannpt all give great sums to the Red Cross, but we can buy War Savings Stamps and Certificates. The War Time Board has a .branch known as the War Savings Committee, This committee has been increased In numbey and they are preparing a campaign to get every last one of us tp buy stamps and certificates regularly. Save on your luxuries and buy stamps regularly. The people of Canada have been buying, two and a half million -dollars worth of stamps and certificates each month. We are called upon now to buy $10,000,00'0 worth a month To do it means that everyone must buy a stamp or two each week, pr a four dollar certificate each month. Interest Is added to these investments and you get it all back in seven and a half years. In that time a $4 certificate beepmes $5. The safest Investment in the world. Then, when the war is over, you .have an investment com­ ing due -that will be of very great value to you—that may be greatly needed—and that will be much ap­ preciated. There is usually a slump in earnings after a war—prepare yourself for that time by buying stamps and certificates .regularly. That is good business—but it is al­ so being patriotic. wiping out of a <nty their distorted minds, dp not like that kind they have to take it, The Exeter fwes"A4vpcate Established 1873 and TW at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday morning SUBSCRIPTION—?2,00 P«r yPat advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate fpi sale 50c, each Insertion ter first four insertions. 25c, each subse­ quent insertion, Miscellaneous ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c, per line of six wnrda, Reading notices JOc, per line. Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c, pot line. Is Memoriam, with ope verso 50c, pxtra. verses 25c. each, Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association GLADMAN & STANBURY (F. W. 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Given in marriage by her father, the bride wore a lovely floor-length ivory figured chiffon ovb'r satin dress fashioned on princess lilies, Puff sleeves and a shoulder-length wedding veil added to the dainti­ ness of the dress. She carried a shower bouquet of Premier .Sup­ reme roses. -She was attended by two bridesmaids. Her only sister, Ruth, was dressed in a lovely pow­ der blue dress of chiffon over taf­ feta. Miss .Helen Thompson, a cou­ sin of the bride, who also made a charming attendant, wore a Prin­ cess Margaret pink floor-length dress of chiffon ovei’ taffeta. Both dresses were of the same material and Miss man son Hodgson was the best man. ing the signing of the Mrs. Parry Thompson sang, bride chose for her going-away cos­ tume a beige suit, black coat, black pillbox hat and black accessories. The couple left for Stratford, To­ ronto, Whitby and eastern points Dr. G. F. Roulston, L,D.S.,D.D.S. DENTIST Office; Carling Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoons Dr. H. H. COWEN, L.D.S.,D.D,S DENTAL SURGEON Otfke opposite the Post Office, Main Street, Exeter Office 36w Telephones Res. 3®J Closed Wednesday Afternoons We see, by the papers^ that a couple who were carried in an air­ plane began their honeymoon with a’idouble parachute drop.. At that, opines Curious Cynic, they probab­ ly got back to earth sooner than most newlyweds. ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-18 Dashwood R. R. No. 1, DASHWOOD “But ■on, heedless of the in- ifl don’t know who what he’ll' be like, or be rich or poor. I ... HOTELS •LOCATED »!ASY RAHaKBamB Mor- care, done really .know, John, what day is marked down for us. I’m not a wealthy woman, of course, not as standards of wealth go, but what I do have could be put to good use—-by the right person.” John nodded, puzzled. “I with which I die possessed- that’s the proper phrase, John?—to—-the man who JiH.” ; Her brother: gasped. Lucy—’’ She went terruption. he’ll be, or whether he’ll That’s not my concern.. I simply want to leave the man who mar­ ries her free and independent of her wealth. Money isn’t everything,” Lucy Morton observed, . “but too much -of it—or too little—makes a lot of trouble.” , The Journey Starts Going Away Plans “Why not?” echoed Lucy, ther and daughter swung about in surprise. She continued, “The per­ fect solution. Who’d ever think of it? When Jill vanishes, nobody in their right mind would ever suspect she’ll be sailing on the same ship she planned for her honeymoon. It’s clour and logical/’ “Of course,’’ Jill seized tho ad­ vantage. “You can cancel pas­ sage right awny. Then you can call your secretary and have her rebook passage. In another name, if necessary, it’s quite simple.” .John Morton did not think so and said as much, but his voice was drowned in a flurry of plans. “My passport—thank heavens it’s in order/’ Lucy sighed gratefully. “1’11 have to pack—-make arrange­ ments here at the house—give the FRANK TAYLOR fashioned on the same style. R. Thompson carried Talis- roses and -Miss Helen Thomp- carried premier roses. John Dur­ register. The* Choose RATES HBo J to 250 SWCURO MOBERH LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER P. O. or RING 188 Victoria Celebrates Old-Fashioned Christmas The Boar’s Hede, the Wassail Bowl and burning the Yule Log in Ceremonious old-Engllsh style are highlights of the yuletide celebrations enjoyed every year at Victoria, B.C., Which is known throughout this continent as “the, most English city in. Canada” and Which is capital of Canada’s Ever­ green ^Playground. The world- famous ivy-covered Empress Ho­ tel is headquarters for Vancouver Island’s most enthusiastic Christ­ mas celebration. Visitors come from all parts of Canada and the United States for the indoor tea- tiVities and the outdoor entertain­ ment Which Includes such warm­ weather sports as golf, riding Of hiking through the interesting countryside, tennis, boating or fishing for salmon and steelhead trout. Although there are yuletide celebrations every day of! Christ­ mas Week, With a grahd NdW Year’s Evo ball as a finale, the most picturesque of the festivities in the Empress Hotel Is oh Christ­ inas Day. In a setting that looks for all the world like a wood-cut illustration of Merrie England in the day Of Good Queen Bess, an age-old ceremony is enacted lor the entertainment Of Visitors. A frolicsome court jester and lords and ladies in Elizabethan cos­ tumes sing the old-time carols while the Seneschal anoints the great Yule/Log with “wine from Spain’* and fat from the “groat turkey you will .presently enjoy,” and the Mayor of Victoria fires it • with a ritual centuries old. viator, at dinner, tho “Spar’s Hede” In carried in ghy procession around the table and the wassail bowl plays its accustomed part WM. H. SMITH LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex . Special training assures you of your property’s true value on -sale day. Graduate of American Auction College Terms Reasonable and Satisfaction ‘ Guaranteed Crediton P. O. or Phone 43-2 USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAI FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY Head Office, Exeter, Ont, President Kirkton, R. R. JOHN HACKNEY 1 Vice-President .... JOHN McGRATH Dublin, Ont. ’ .DIRECTORS W. H. COATES ................... Exete. ANGUS SINCLAIR .... Mitchell, R. 1 WM. HAMILTON ... Cromarty, R. 1 T. BALLANTYNE ... 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