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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-03-06, Page 2THE XETER TIMES-ADVOCATfc by ANNE MARY LAWLER Milllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll An Unwelcome Visit Lyle putuam in town—he and , his wife .shopping at Morton’®., of ■all place®. A thousand times she cursed herself heartily for that first terrified glance of recognition, ■ for her awkwardness and fright, for ! the swift, uncontrollable rush, of blood to her cheekbones. Lyle Putnam had seen and recognized iher, Would he tell Valerie? Would he spread the news to their friends? Would John Morton hear? Would Mike learn? That was the most important factor of all—Mike. Friends, family, father—all these were unimportant, . Explanations could be made. But Mike— The doorbell cleared its throat sharply. Toni’s voice, faintly fla­ vored with soapsuds, floated from the kitchen. “You take it. I’m not decent. It’s probably Mike, anv. way.” Jill opened the door. On the threshold, hat in hand, stepping quickly into the room, her horrified eyes beheld not Mike-—no, not Mike *—but Lyle Putnam. “I-—” she fumbled for a word. He closed the door behind him. “I tame to have a little talk with you,” he said gravely. From the kitchen came ing sounds. “Hyah, Mike, come in.” Jill frowned fiercely. “Sit she said to Lyle, and walked slowly kitchenward. “Toni,” she said, her hand on the door, ‘‘it isn’t Mike.” Toni giggled. “Trapped!” .“I’ll just close the door,” Jill smiled with an effort, “and nobody can see in.” She thought: Or hear either, I hope. She returned to the living room, and faced her unwelcome visitor. ‘‘Where did you get my address?” she demanded. Lyle reddened. “I — asked.” , Insists on Recognition) “With money, probably.” raked him with withering “Now let’s understand each I may work for a living but it is not necessary for me to tolerate this sort of—persecution.” She hoped her voice carried an authentic note of outraged indignation. “Jill-—” “That act,” she said coldly, “is a new one to me. And I thought I’d met them all.” His assurance wavered. “Do you mean to tell me that1—that you're not Jill Morton? That—” > “I am not Jill Morton,” her voiep was quiet. “I don’t know you.” Rage seized her. Fierce impotent ’ rage, and her voice lifted. The" words carried, sharp and cleai' and distinct, through the closed kitchen door. “I never saw you my life.” Lyle seized her hands don’t. whoop- Don’t down,” She scorn, other before in The Exeter TiiW'AdvpGfctfc Established 1873 and 1387 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday jnornina SUBSCRIPTION—$2,QiQ per year 1» advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate sale 50c. each Insertion for flrat four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar* tieles, To Rent, Wanted, iLost, of Found jOq, per. line of six worda. Reading nqticqs 10c. per fine, Card of Thanks 5 de. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c, per line, U MeBqorJaBn, with one verse 50a extra Verses 25 c. each, Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association MITCHELL WOMAN DIES AT AGE OF 100 Mrs. Grace Trewin Greenway, widow of Richard Greenway, who celebrated her 100th birthday last August, died nt the home of her daughter, Mrs, J. H. Thomson in Mitchell on Thursday. She had con­ tinued active, interested in reading and knitting, until stricken four days ago, In good weather she was able tn enjoy a motor car drive, Mrs. $reexyway was born in Eng­ land, coming as u child to Canada, her parents settling in Little tain, Ont., where she spent greater part of her life. Seventy-six , years ago, . she married to Richard Greenway they, .celebrated both their golden and diamond wedding anniversaries. Mrs. Greenway was a member .of the United Church, Then years ago she came,, to Mitchell, to. reside with her daughter. Surviving are two sons, William John Greenway, on the old homestead in' Little Bri­ tain, and Dr. George E. Greenway, of Hamilfo$; six grandchildren one great-grandchild. poorer shows. Mike Wd a bank account, and the pass bunk grew dog-eared and smudged with con­ stant gloating, jin suspected that he went without, lunch and. were toeless socks to swell the meagre hoard. And in her own bank were thou­ sands which he refused to touch. Mike told Jill seriously, “I’ve wasted too much time fooling around, learning new things and experimenting. It never mattered before whether I had a steady job oi' not, I could always make enough on free-lance work to get by. And anyway, I always laughed at the guys who worked like dogs to saye a dollar now and then. That was before I met you,” He grinned, “I’d work at a place for a while, and then I’d say to myself: ‘You’re getting in a rut, . fella. You're snapping shutters for cash instead of love.' And I’d be off somewhere else, *‘I knew what I wapted to do but it took Hme learning, I ought to be able tp cash in on it soon. Then—” his voice dropped reverent­ ly as it always did when it came to his one ambition— “I buy Boyd out. That’ll give me enough customers to carry me—and the proper equip­ ment , for experiment, Nothing’ll hold me then. I have ideas, Jill— big ideas—new ideas—” Building Dream Castles Sand castles, stuff of which vague tomorrows are born. Jill listened' and believed. . Surely no one who worked so hard as Mike, who tried so hard, who spared himself so little—could fail. Now that Mike newspaper world, reversed. It was the four blocks from Morton’s to ....................._____ Illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllli® that? What would the newspapers say? He told himself firmly: It’s her business. I’ve meddled in her life enough, As far as Jill Morton is concerned, she might as well be in Tiinbuctoo, for all I know. Lyle Reeps Silent That was the least he could dp for her. The thought comforted, him vaguely,. He swung out of the, first-floor doorway, colliding with' a square young man, to the ultimate downfall of both their hats. They muttered apologies, bent to retrieve their headgear and bumped brows. Unscrambling hats followed, and a few impromptu remarks, They parted, Mike Daly thinking: Hand­ some bird. And—-familiar looking. Through Lyle Putnam’s mind ran: If I ever were in a jam, I’d want a chap like that near me. For several days after Lyle’s vis­ it to the apartment, Toni waited pa­ tiently for Jill to make some ex­ planation of the mystery. But Jill maintained a discreet silence, a sil­ ence that puzzled Toni almost as much as Jill’s own strange preoccu­ pation. Jill herself walked warily, expect­ ing Toni to drop some remark in her open and tactless fashioif, a remark that would indicate she had heard any of the strange conversa­ tion the night she stood swishing silken things in the kitchen sink. Toni, too, maintained a discreet silence and Jill lulled herself into a feeling of false security, Illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll “Then the money came. I—'lost my head. Everything got out of hand. iVe were married--she pud I. it—x, ,B.„ ... must have been- He waited for sign. Jill stared 1T’ Tells of Lyle went on. able ever since, if you’d like to know.” Lyle’s voice dropped to whisper- thickness. “It’S been a nightmare. I never realized—I never guessed —until I began to remember things. When Vai would say something, I’d think, ‘Jill would never say a thing like that,’ or, -‘Jill’s voice was always light and laughing,,’ “When Vai had a tantrum, I’d say to myself, ‘Jill had a temper, but She used it like a lady.’ There were so many things to remind me of you*—girls I’d pass on theP street — books I’d read—voices in a crowd—I don’t make much sense, do I?” Jill looked at him with pity. “No,” she agreed. “You don’t.” Lyle Leaves Her He rose, hat in hand. “I won’t bother you any more. I—but I had to see you tonight. I had to tell you this. A sop to my conscience. It made me feel—a little less ashamed—and a little more—hope­ less, Oh, Jill, I —” He stopped at the sight of her small white face. “Skip it. I guess that’s what you want, isn’t it?” She held the door open for him. “All I want is to be left alone.” “Good-night—Jill—” he said. “Good-by.” The dooi' closed with finality. Jill returned to her sofa, stared with unseeing eyes at the faded wallpaper, This, she thought, is the perfect ending to a complete­ ly mad day. Toni escaped from the kitchen* thankfully, a small disheveled fig­ ure with an armful of wet garments and a mind full of strange wonder­ ment. Now why, she pondered, Should Joan Merrill—who admit­ tedly knew Lyle Putnam—who ad­ mittedly had met him not once but [several 'trjnes—xvhy should Jioan Merrill tell the same Mr. Putnam • ‘‘I never say you before in my life”? And why, Toni brooded, as, she draped her. laundry over the radia­ tors, should Lyle Putnam—the same Lyle. Putnam who had jilted Jill Morton—why should he tell Jill Morton’s friend. “If I hadn’t mar­ ried Valerie I’d never have known I was in love with you”? It doesn’t make sense, Toni de­ cided. There’s something behind all this—but what? What? Toni Does Some Thinking Why should Lyle Putnam have to resort to bribery to get Joan Mer­ rill’s address? She could have giv­ en it to him herself. But Toni dis­ tinctly heard her accuse him of getting the address with money. Why—why—why — the darkness spun with question marks. Toni lay in bed and tried to piece things together. Shortly she heard Mike’s voice in the. living room. She heard Jill talking lightly—but no word, no syllable about the mysterious vlsi* of Lyle Putnam. Toni thought, with a sudden en­ lightenment: Gay’s right, There IS something odd about Joan Merrill. Something very odd. I’ll tell Slick when he gets back, Maybe, It will make sense to him. But something, a ’small intuitive something at the back of her brain, argued against telling Slick. She silenced it. Later, she was to rp- gret that. And bitterly: Chapter XIX When Jill closed the door bluntly upon Lyle’s good-by, he stood for a moment or so staring at the name ■plate which said: “Joan Merrill.” Joan Merrill? Lyle Walked slow* ’v down the stairs. Joan Merrill? No, it was Jill. Jill Morton—Jill Morton with a different color hair, a different status in life—‘but- Jill Morton, There thought, ‘—little crasies. •was a rotten thing to do. It i—terrible—for you.’’ some word, some at him unwinking- His Misery “I've been miser- I i I was back in tue the formula was Jill who walked owUse Improved Vicks Way To Relieve Misery oi Colds Mothers' everywhere are discov­ ering fiow easy it is to relieve misery of colds with a “VapoRub Massage”—relievecoughing, mus­ cular sorepess pr tightness,t With this more thorough treat- ment, the ppultice-and-vapor action of Vicks VapoRub more effectively PENETRATES irritated air passages with soothing medicinal vapors . .. STIMULATES chest and back like a warming poultice or plaster,.. 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Not even Jill’s new-found anony« mity . was sufficient .protection against the trained, keen eyes of men who made news theii’ living. The relay of the seasons had Changed. Octobei’ tapped November into the race. Jill shivered in .her tweed coat, and thought, . pardon­ ably, of the three warm fur models hanging in storage in Chicago. Mike was unusually late this ev­ ening. Jill stood on one fqot, then another, the breath of Novembex* chill upon hex' ankles. She wished she -could find the courage to go inside and wait, But those dark June days made hex’ wary of news­ papers, and all their., works and pomps. She strode briskly up and down the street. Three-quarters of an hour late, Mike canxe careering through the spinning doors. “You’re frozen,” he said. “Youx’ lips are blue. You should have come up to the office.” A’look at her pinched face. ‘‘No, maybe it’s just as well you didn’t— things being what, they are ” (TO BE CONTINUED) Sometimes Mike Sometimes she wait—once Mike sug-to ,the for X- Ross,of St. Dr, G. F> Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D,S, DENTIST Office; Carling Bloch EXETER, ONT, Closed Wednesday Afternoon* Ross Marriott, of St. Marys, was accidentally shot in the left arm Thursday last as he was taking a patient from his ambulance into the St, Marys Hospital on Wellington street, He was admitted Stratford General Hospital ray examination. Constable Dan Marys, and Provincial Constable John M. Douglas, of Stratford, said they learned that Marriott had been wounded by a .22 icalibj’e. bulle) fired from a rifle in the hands of Joseph Rae. Police said Rae told them he was firing at a squirrel from the real’ porch of his, house which is on a hill near the hospital. 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Why, she was out at Morton’s for a couple of days before the wedding, It stands to reason she’d have run into him at least once, doesn’t it?” Slick agreed silently. She talked to him in the hail at’ the store. Gay heard them. Claims he said, ‘What’s the meaning of this masquerade?’ Joan didn’t even deny it. Just made some wise re­ mark about any work sounding like a .masquerade to Lyle Putnam.” Slick Interested Slick added another link to his Infinite chain of. cigarettes. “Somewhere or other, he got her address,” Toni vrent on. “I heard him say that much. And she ac­ cused him of bribing somebody to get it. Gay, probably.” “Natural enough,” Slick drawled. ^Maybe she -.didn’t want to be bothered with him.Maybe she was sore at the way he’d let down her pal.” “1 said, there him in that icy voice .she uses when she puts Gay in her place: ‘I never saw. you before in my life’? Why should she do that?” Why, indeed, thought Slick. Un­ less—but no—no, that would be too good to be true. “I couldn’t hear much of what they Said,” Toni admitted. “The’ door was closed and I Wasn’t trying to listen anyway. Remember, I didn't know who was in the living room. And I didn’t cate until I heard him say: ‘As sure as my name’s Lyle Putnam, I’d nevei’ have known I was in love with you if t hadn’t married Valerie’.” j “What?” “That's what he said, Slick. I almost fell into the sink, I that startled. Why should Putnam suddenly dis'covei’ he In love With Joan Merrill, who met only a couple ^of times in his life? It doesn’t make sense.” Urges Secrecy Behind a cloud of cigarette smoke Slick’s eyes were cold and fiei‘cely exultarit. But his voice was idly reproving, “You heard wrong, kid.” '“Maybe I did,” Toni admitted, ‘‘but maybe I didn’t. Why, Slick, I’d be willing to Sweai’ it — i would-—” z “I’d just forget about it myself.” Slick pursued smoothly, “and not talk about it or think about it any more. You haven’t said anything to anybody, have you?” Toni was indignant. “Only you.” “Well,” Slick smiled indulgently, “Forget it. Look here, I’ve been away almost two weeks. Stop talk ing about Joan Merrill. I’m inter­ ested In you—” Mike Hard at Work Lyle Putnam came no mere to Merton’s, | to sweep grandly in several times series of lines, and Gay dropped the home | life of the Putnams, te Jill’s intense | relief. f Mike and Jill rede less frequent* cah'j vLv. U fiwcr and BLACK ON ORANGE Ontario’s 1942 automobile license markers will have black lettering on an orange background, it. was an­ nounced recently by Prov. Sec. Har­ ry Nixon., The plates, as 'usual, are to be made at the Ontario Refor­ matory at Guelph, and approxi­ mately 700,000 will be turned out there in the next few months. ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEEK For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECLALTI PRICES REASONABLE ■. . SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. 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Not ever.” thought of that, too,” Toni “But why should she Stand in the living ro’om and tell D'on’t say that, expect you to forgive Her face was cold, unmov­ ed. “What I did was unforgivable. I threw away my life—and yours. But Jill, you’ll have to listen—you’ll have to—” She wrenched her hands free. “I’m sure,” the tones were steeped in acid, “that a good psychiatrist is what you’re looking for, Yoh ac­ cost me at work. a You follow me home. And you talk about ruin­ ing my life. Really—” • “I love you, Jill. I know now— that I always have.” Her head reeled. She lutched at her slipping poise. “This,” she lit a cigarette, secure for a moment behind the veil of smoke, “is bet- tex* than a movie. What do now?” Lyle leaned closer. “I don’t Why you’re here. And I don’t why you’re taping the hand. ness. I go­ ing to offer. —decided the best thin was marry money, “I didn’t want to ask you to mar­ ry me, Jill. I—liked you too much, if that makes sense. And I thought I was in love with Valerie, Head Office, Exeter, Ont. President ............. JOHN McGRATH Dublin, Ont. Vice-Pres. ...... T. G.‘BALLANTYNE Woodham, R.R. 1 DIRECTORS ............. Exeter . Kirkton R. 1 ... Mitchell R, 1 Cromarty R. 1 AGENTS JOHN ESSERY ...... ALVIN L. HARRIS THOS. SCOTT ....... I say know know - this," a wave Of “It’s none of my busi- I want to say this before only getting what’s com* I haven’t any excuse to We were—hard up. Mother g i could do But I'm me. CANADIAN-BUILT BY GENERAL MOTORS And was Lyle was he'd Centralia . Mitchell Cromarty SECRETARY-TREASURER B. W. F. BEAVERS ............. Exeter . GLADMAN & STANBURY Solicitors, Exeter Does Ysar Food . Cause You Distress? ’ Th® impairment oi th® stomach is Often of scrjOus consequence^ for only by properly digested food is the’ system nourished and sustained. 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Well, Lyle decided, Lucy Morton might be visiting the Latin Americas, but it was perfectly clear and simple that Jill was in New York, masked behind a change of complexion and name, working tor a .living as a model in her father’s shop: What, he thought with sudden would -lUorton cay to f ly in though Valerie continued A particularly gruesome murders burst into head* i Advarn^If you’re pondering that new cat; choice , planning thou­ sands. of miles ahead Pontiac’s the answer! No other automobile offers so much at lowest price! No other car will more efficiently and economically answer your motoring needs through the years ahead! Be fair to your self. Before you buy any car, dr*ve the great new Ponttacs. You 11 decide that to make Pontiac your next car fc the sensible and thrifty thing to do Anthracite is Trade Marked Blue. 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