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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-03-13, Page 2THE EXETERTWRSBAT, MARCH 1941 ■Kitt CANADIAN-BUILT BY GENERAL MOTORS “Money Isn t Everything by ANNE MARY LAWLER niiliiliUlliiiiHiniiiiHii Arm-in-arm they ran the tew short blocks to Guisseppi’s. There,, buddled in the warm booth, Mike made, abject apologies and excuses, “I’m sorry, honey, but H was just one of those last-minute news breaks. Most of the staff bad gone home. Gqt a press service wire and the whole place began to hum. We just'’had time for the last edition.” Jill blew on chilled fingers, “I . thought you’d left town,” “I spent .an hour in the morgue and we slaved like the dickens to meet the deadline- And we -did. Ah, well/’ a luxurious sigh, “another day, another dollar.” With a grandiloquent disregard of budget, Mike insisted on a cock­ tail, “to pickle the germs,” and or­ dered a large substantial meal, “Steak for you, me proud, beauty.” Jill giggled* “With pnions?” He sighed. “Even with onions.” Bad News Again Mike came back to the bright spot of his day, “I thought of you when I was working like the deuce.” She smiled. “Not for. the reason you think, Jill. That story—I sup­ pose old John Morton is having hysterics right now. He gets lousy breaks on his publicity.” Jill could not She merely gaped at him. “That icrackpot again.” Mike frowned, she’s disappeared, lock her up and key.” “Disappeared?” voice be her own, Mike flourished der her nose Jill took the edition with icy fingers. Black headlines slashed across white paper. Halftone photo­ graphs of—John Morton—Lucy Morton—Lyle Putnam—herself* Even in her -dazed condition, Jill was relieved to note that the pert- faced girl with the -dark curls bore little resemblance to the blond mo­ del seated across from Mike. She read the headlines. JILL MORTON MISSING—BE­ LIEVED KIDNAPPED — FATHER OFFERS REWARD. It' had come, then. Only in a fashion different from her worst nightmares. Jill read on, “The Havana police today ■‘reported1 the -death of Lucy Morton, sister of John Morton—” Aunt Lucy—dead. John Morton frantic at his daughter’s disappear­ ance. The usual reward offered-*- Jill rose to her paper clutched in said, politely, to faint/’ Before Mike could the booth, she had a heap on the floor. CHAPTER trust her voice, across the table daughter of his 'This time They -ought to throw away the Could that shrill Jill wondered, a newspaper un­ Read it yourself.” kidnap scare. A feet, the news- one hand, and I think — I’m going scramble from crumpled into XX The news of Lucy Morton's -death sped across the cables from Cuba to Chicago, and flowed east and west through countless tons of newsprint and limitless columns of type, It was a bleak story, sparse and inexplicable. A woman on vacation had died. Suddenly. How, no One was certain. When, no one could be sure. The circumstances of that swift departure from living would never actually be known, except to Lucy Morton herself and one other, neither speak. ' Lucy Havana, her came, more* bored, plored the famed Morro Castle with a fellow tourist, prattling Mrs. Allenby taken graphs known Twelve dered over the Sharks’ Cove, fed. for years with the bodies of politics’ offenders, Lucy Keeps Busy Lucy had toured the Vedado, visited LaPlaya and secretly thought both overrated. She and Mrs. Al- of whom was likely to had idled impatiently in October passed. Novem- And -daily Lucy grew She had dutifully ex- the plump and She had usual tourist photo- out-mo ded as the of the affectionately Apostles. guns “The She had shud- Bad'Blood the Cause When boils Start to break out on different parts of the body it is an evidence that the blood is loaded bp with Impurities, Just when yen think you are rid of one, another crops up to take its place and prolong your misery. All the lancing and poulticing you may do will not atop mdrc coming. Why not give that Old, reliable, blood purifying medicine Burdock Blood Bitters a chance to banish the boils) Thousatids hate need it for this purpose during the past BO years. Take B.B'.B. and net rid of the bad blood and the boils too. Tlio T. Sblbara Co., Ltd., Ternate, Ont. lenby had hired an antique car that reeled under the reckless hand of . one Arturo SqcqJqcp, undoubtedly the world’s worst driver, Thev toured the farm districts, the slums. She had cast, her eye upon miles of tobacco fields, battalions of royal palms, mangoes, papayas. She had nodded a thousand times in apprec­ iation of the local flora and fauna. Ever since Jill’s letter, telling about Mike, had arrived Lucy Mor­ ton found no peace in Cuba, 1 When November came homesick­ ness assailed Lucy Morton irressis- tibly. Ob, for the cold, sweet slam of rain across the lake, for the sharp flick of wind in her face} It might even be snowing at home, those first, timid, tenuous froths of snow that blow the herald horn for Winter * She Longs For Home There was nothing left to see, nothing more to do. Even Mrs, Allenby was fluttering her wings tentatively, like a bird about to start homeward. Nor was Lucy feeling well. The strain of June, the excitement of the sudden trip, the continual worry over Jill—these, combined with un­ familiar food and too many fever­ ish tourist activities, had set a small nagging pain in her breast, an ache that' grew more active constant as the days spun weeks. So Lucy finally packed her and sallied forth for a final evening in Havana. Escaping, the inevitable Mrs. Allenby, Arturo and his antique hearse, she slipped from the hotel after a late dinner, and prowled quietly -down the Prado. The air s was mild and sweet and Lucy thought fiercely of home, of the . brisk bluster of November, and was glad that now, at last, hei* exile was ended. Although -her bags bulged with the accumulated impedimenta of a trip—although she had bought fans and castanets, perfume and shawls* linens, doeskin, bracelets and bags— Lucy stopped in at a shop here and there, searching for one perfect and acceptable gift for Jill- But she was tired. The benches along the Prado were inviting, the tall shel­ tering -trees vaguely comforting. Lucy -turned her back on the bright­ ly lighted stores and. wandered along the brightly lighted arcade. ■ A quiet bench beckoned her, and she Sat down gratefully, to ponder the problem of Jill. John Morton would," if he -discovered what had happened, be furious. Lucy had not planned on Jill’s making a perman­ ent emotional contact in New York Suppose—suppose Jill refused to leave? Suppose— In a Dark Street It was quite dark and quite when she rose from her bench, freshed -and determined, what she would do. return to New York, meet this Mike person, speak to Jill. H Jill wished to remain in New York, then Lucy would go home'. John Morton would learn -the truth immediately and the problem would automati­ cally become his. -She noted" idly, that the streets were cleared of unescorted women; “At 9 o’clock,” she mused, “Latin ladies must be locked up some­ where. At least, they never seem to be allowed put after dark.” A man stepped quickly from the shadows, flung a barrage of unintel­ ligible Spanish at her. “Beggar,” Lucy thought compas­ sionately. “I know the hotels warn us against them, but this poor fel­ low—” she fussed with the catch of her pocketbook. A hand shot' out, and to Lucy’s eternal surprise, fastened itself firmly to the bag, jerking it sharply. Lucy clutched it with an outraged violence. It did not occur to her to screatn. She was too angry. Attacked by Thief The man—-he was tall and sinewy and sinister in the shadows—hiss­ ed a sibilant stream of syllables, wrestled for the bag. It was slip­ ping from Lucy’s grasp, She opened her lips to shriek, and a rough hand struck her face. She tumbled back awkwardly and fell, striking her head with brutal force on the beau­ tiful mosaic of the promenade. All the stars in the orbits sw-uhg madly past her eyes. Then—darkness. Alone in a shadowed alleyway, a tall man opened a woman’s hand­ bag With frightened 'fingers, ex­ tracted the coins and banknotes within. She had fallen hard, that. old tourista. Her head had struck the pavement with the hollow sound of a melon dropped on the floor. Perhaps she was badly hurt, per­ haps she Was be well, should GuMes, sister, sheaf- of American Express checks— so many of them, and Mm. Letters, eign ■stamps, and into bags late re- She knew She would . .......... The Exeter Tinies*Advocate 1878 and H87 ,at. Exeter, Ontarlq Published every Thursday jnornlne SUBSCRIPTION—$2tqiQ pqr year th advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertions, 25c, each subse- quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, e? Found 10c» per Rue bf six worde* Reading notices I0«?. per line. Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad­ vertising 12 and 8c, per line. Js Memoriae, with one verso 50c, extra verses 25«. each. 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No. 1, DASHWOOD doubtless, Only Americanos pos­ sessed so much money, Bag, letters and all tfee attendant femine ac­ cessories slipped lightly over the wall into the bay with hardly a splash.With them went the last trace ofi Jill Morton from Cuba. The police -discovered the body of the elderly American woman early the next morning. The poor, -crumpled body, staring with sight­ less eyes at the knowing trees above. She was well dressed. A pity, in­ deed, that there was no identifica­ tion. Perhaps she had slipped and fallen? Perhaps, even, an attack of the heart? Perhaps—the police were loath to admit the possibility* —violence? Her purse Whs gone. No one knew who she might be. It would be well to inform the ho­ tels. A last appraising glance at the expensive garments. The bet­ ter hotels, of course, * Seeking Information, But 'the hotel was already seek­ ing Miss Lucy, prodded and poked by the enraged and fuming Mrs. Allenby. That lady had awaited Miss Morton two full hour^. in the . dining-room. When the last crumb of the last breakfast had been brushed from the last table, Mrs. Allepby had soared to Lucy’s room to discover the reason for her ab­ sence. A nonchalant porter reported tha,t Miss Morton’s bed had not been occupied during the night., Mrs. Allenby, purple with rage and worry, had immediately descended upon the manager’s office, and demanded- t.hat something be done about find­ ing “that lovely woman”. The manager’ was desolate. An elderly American woman had been discovered early that morning on the Prado, died, quite dead. A sud­ den Illness, no doubf. Of course, there was the possibility that it might be somebody else, that Morton had -spent the night friends. The medical examiner was and efficient. Death from heart disease. There -might, of course, have been contributing causes. The skull—-a very bad bump. It might have been made in falling—-or other­ wise. The bruise on the face— quien .su,be? It was all highly,, re­ grettable, ’ V1 ■’ The Message to John The worried -hotel manager was distraught. Did Mrs. Allenby know anything of Miss Morton’s connec­ tions? Mrs. Allenby did. Everybody she said coldly, knew -that Miss Lucy Morton was sister to John Mor­ ton, who had department stores in virtually every big city in the States. Senor Jose Esteban Manuel Mon­ tano stemmed the tide of eloquence with a polite Latin effusion of grati­ tude, and forthwith cabled John Morton in Chicago: YOUR SISTER DISEASE WHAT BODY Jose Montano Immediately the fices of Morton, Inc. ed into action, tional Hotel, talk to Jill!” J “She knew/ knew before she left, When she in­ sisted on making a new will. Oh. Lucy, you stubborn old fool, if you’d told me I’d never have let you go!” If—xf.—if—always Was forever too late. As he sat by the telephone, awaiting the signal that would link Chicago with Cuba, John remem­ bered—so many things. The years collapsed upon one another, like the pleats of an accordion, like the sections of a schoolboy’s drinking cup, until today and yesterday lay’ lightly in each other’s arms. When he had fallen desperately in love with a girl beyond his reach it Was *Lucy Who had bolstered his courage to mention marriage. Wh.en Louise had died, it was Lucy who moved in calmly, took the little squalling child that was Louise’s last gift to life and to John, and had reared the youngster in love and tenderness. It was always Lucy— Lucy had khown so much about him, he thought. And what had he ever really known about her— whether she was sick or well, happy ■or miserable? He wondered how Death had ac­ costed her. Gently, he hoped, and kindly: He hoped that Death had come politely, hat in baud, as an old friend, and offered her his arm and led her away with dignity and*,.grace; Jill Kot There That damned cable—just a few blunt words, sheer professional courtesy, nothing more. Why hadn’t Jill called? He rattled the receiver impatient­ ly. The operator’s voice, thin, tenu­ ous, as a voice from a different world- your party/’ The line came to- Me* A liiswract* ( ■ DIED HEART DISPOSITION Hotel Nacional executive of- , were convuls- l, “Get me the Na- Havana—-I want to John Morton roared. " he groaned, “.she if” when R I’.' i J FRANK TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTX Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER P, O. or RING 189 READY FOR IMMEDIATE DELIVERY C-> 1418 SNELL BROS. & CO., EXETER Associate Dealers5 G. Koehler. Zurich: J. E. Sprowl Lucan n> 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 Rhone 43-2 ubks ing .buzz, ‘a few sharp clicks, and John Morton’s voice skimmed -across the miles on a thin thread -of wire “I want to speak to Jill Morton.” An explosing of excited syllables. “Morton,” he shouted. “M-O-R-T- O-N! Morton!” More verbal fire­ crackers. Then another voice. “Mis-s Morton died this morning; We have cabled her brother—“ “I am her brother. I am John Morton, I want to speak to. mv daughter, Miss Jill Morton. She and my sister were travelling to­ gether.” • * A polite pause, then: “I am very sorry, but -you must be mistaken. We have no Miss Jill Morton regis­ tered here.” CHAPTER XXI Morton stared at the tele­ receiver in his hand as it Were from the USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE ^COMPANY Head Office, Exeter, Ont* President --------- JOHN McGRATH Dublin, Ont. Vice-Pres...... T. G. BALLANTYNE • Woodham, R.R. 1 1 DIRECTORS W. H. COATES' ...........r........ Exeter JOHN HACKNEY ...... Kirkton R. 1 ANGUS SINCLAIR ... Mitchell R. 1 WM. HAMILTON ...... Cromarty R. 1 AGENTS JOHN ESSERY ................ Centralia ALVIN L. HARRIS ........ Mitchell THOS. SCOTT ................ Cromarty SECRETARY-TREASURER W. F. BEAVERS ......... Exeter 0 FIRE DESTROYS * GRANTON MILL The chopping mill belonging to C. W. McRoberts of Granton was burned to the ground Thursday, the fire occurring shortly before noon. A turnip-waxing plant,. which was also in connection and work­ ing a 24-hour-day, was also destroy­ ed by the blaze, as well as 600 bushels of turnips. Several bush­ els of grain and 24 bag-S -of poth-' toes for market were in the building and were lost. With the help of the Granton fire engine crew and some 150 -men the sawmill, which was on the north of the mill, was saved, the fighters being helped by a favorable north­ east wind. The dwelling of Mrs. A. Parkinson, which also was in danger, was saved by the brigade. Seven men werq employed by Mr. McRoberts, who suffered a loss es­ timated at $5,>000. The fire start­ ed in the tractor power plant and was of undetermined origin. At present rebuilding has not been de­ cided on. tary popped into the room, like a furtive rabbit. “They say Jill’s not with Lucy.” he shouted. “Then where the devil is she?” Recogniz­ ing a rhetorical question, the sec­ retary made no attempt at enlight­ enment. Jolm Goes Into Action “Call me the Argus Agency,”. a wave of the hand, “the same fellow who*’ looked up the Putnam boy. Weber, I tfiink his name was. Tell him to be ready to fly tto Cuba im-% mediately. Call the airport and charter a plane. Call my club and have them pack a «ag and send it down to the airport. Call off my appointments.” The isecretaiuy| ducked through the door frantically scribbling notes on her pad. Late that afternoon John Mor-, ton and Arnold Weber sat in the ornate office of the Hotel Nacional, facing the urbane but disturbed Jose Montano. “I tell you my sis­ ter and my daughter Were traveling together.” Montano was courteously firm. “Miss Morton—Miss Lucy Morton- stayed alone.” The little wisp of a man who was Chicago’s foremost private investi- gator leaned forward. “Did Lucy Mortdn have any friends at the hotel?” Jose considered thOUghfully. my knowledge only one, senor. Mrs, Allenby—Mrs. Ralph Allen- by—” he consulted a small card, “bt Hunter’s Summit, Iowa/’ The detective breathed deeply. “May We speak with Mrs. Allenby?” Jose Montano was devastated. “But unfortunately, no. Mrs. Al­ lenby was so shocked by the tragedy thtit she flew only this afternoon on the clipper to Miariii/' John Mor.tdn swore. The detec­ tive whistled. “Rather sudden?” “Indeed?’ Montano expanded. “They were close friends. They saw the city tegether. Mrs. Allenby id­ entified the body. Senores, she wept with grief.” (Tp be contiiiuedi) John phone though Sounds gathered together and bellowed, “Is Hotel, Havana?” “Yes, sir.” “And you registered?” tile fury, know better.’1 “I am sorry,” the voice sound­ ed almost as if it might be, ”but Miss Lucy Morton was traveling alone.” “I never heard such nonsense in my life,” John Morton fumed. “Mv daughter not registered—wihy, X had a letter from her only this morning!” The bodiless voice made*’ sounds indicative of incredulity. “She must be staying at another hotel. She is not registered at the Nacional?’ “Give me the manager?’ Morton roared. * The "voice registered smug assur­ ance* “This is the manager?’ ”1’11 be down on the first plane. No, i’ll -charter a plane/’ “Certainlyr Mr, Morton?’ The line clicked, Cuba was lost. John Mor­ ton thundered a weighty fist on the huge mahogany desk* Ills in his a lighted bomb, i other end. ■ his this He reeling wits the Nacional dill Mortonhave no He trembled with fu- 'Don’t be Idiotic. 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