Loading...
The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-06-05, Page 2jiw mt T Money Isn’t Everything” ■“You’re the smartest father In tthe world,” she said sincerely. John Morton patted his daugh­ ter’s shining gold head. “You may ■be right about that,” he admitted. After her fathex* had gone, Jill wandered slowly and thoughtfully hack to the little apartment she and Toni hud shared* She turned the key in the lock and opened the door with a sinking of loneliness, much akin to the emotion that swept her the day Aunt Lucy had sailed and left her alone in a huge, frightening, adventurous city. Back Comes Mike Jill straightened the room .auto­ matically, went into the kitchen and prepared a listless supper. If Mike did not come—but he must come—he would come— At 9.30, when all hope had ebbed, when she had begun to imagine a thousand bitter endings to her ro­ mance, the dporbell rang, It was Mike. He enveloped her in a smother­ ing embrace, swung her feet from the floor and shouted between kisses, “I’ll be over at 9 in the morn­ ing. We’ll go down to the City Hall and get a license. In case any­ body asks you, we're going to get married.” Jill thought: This is a dream. In a- minute I’ll wake up. But I’ll en­ joy it while I have it. Mike noticed the sober expression on her face. “I suppose your fa­ ther told you he came over to my room this afternoon?” Jill nodded, dumbly. “I suppose he also told you that if you marry me, he reads you out of the will?” Jill nodded again, afraid to trust herself to words. “Then—you’re willing to marry me anyway?” For a moment, his heart sung in suspense. “I’ve .always been willing to ry you, Mike.” “You’ll be poor if you* do, reminded. “I’ll be in your class.” “Like fun you will. I’m a talist now. Sit down, young lady.” He pushed her onto the sofa. “And listen. I’m buying Boyd's business.” “Oh, Mike—” “I sign the papers tomorrow. Lyle Putnam called me on the phone this .afternoon, right after your father left. He’s going to put up the money, on a business basis, ■of course. We’ll be partners, but I have the option of buying him out any time "within the next five years, if I have the cash. He puts up the money and I do the work and make the contacts. He’s staying on in New York, you know/’ “No, I didn’t know,” Jill was wildered. “Yep. He starts to work Morton’s as soon as he gets on feet. Toni asked your fathei' to give him a job. Not one of those fifth assistant vice-presidencies — but work. He's getting it. Work, I mean. Jill beamed. Toni hand wind Toni, right busy il mar- he capi- be- at his 'That’s wonderful, seems to be taking Ly-le in pretty well. She’ll probably up marrying him, it I know Of course, he’s got a wife now, but I understand she’s dissolving the bonds,” Likes the Rmlhead “Speaking of marriagesL changed his tone. “Get yourself a new dress. Blue. And a hat. Don’t —change your hair. Not until we’re married. I like to think that I'm, marrying the same girl I met at Morton’s. But afterward—you can let it go back to being—what color?” "Red/’ “I always wanted a red-headed stm. Look, I’m borrowing a car and we’ll take a trip somewhere for a honeymoon. The Star's giving me two weeks off and a bonus for being a good boy. We’re on the up and up now, darling. Did I remember to tell you that I love you very much?” Jill laid her head on his shoulder. “You haven’t mentioned that in a long while,” she admitted. CHAPTER XXXVI Mike The wedding of Michael Daly and Jill Morton was a very quiet one. The society columns did not throb for Weeks in advance describing in minute detail the attire of the bride, the color scheme of the bridesmaids, the social, educational and finan­ cial backgrounds of both parties. It was a simple wedding, a sin­ cere wedding, a touching wedding. Toni and Lyle had begged Mike and Jill to wait a few days until Lyle could be on his feet enough to ful­ fill the time-established duties of best man. And so it came to pass that Lyle, standing a trifle stiffly, because of his heavy bandaging, Lyle, with his arm in a sling, stood by the groom while Mike Daly pledged his troth to the girl Lyle Putnam almost married. THE EXETER. TIM^-ADV0(3AH by ANNE MARY LAWLER Add Toni, shining in’a new gown .fresh from the Morton hangers, was ’the “best lady", heart smile Jill which ing. .....„....... ing to MOrtop standards. But HU had never looked Ipvlier in her Paris models, A small bine hat with a veil, her one concession to nuptial customs. She was radiant. Mike, in a plain business suit, was awkward and ill at ease. He switch­ ed from side to side, fumbled the responses, juggled with the ring. The little chapel they had bhospn was small, intimate and welcoming. Ope lone organist sifted, melody through the quiet air of a Novem­ ber afternoon. The clergyman was yopng, nervous and obviously a novice at nuptial ceremonies. It was, they all agreed, a perfect wedding. They repaired to Guisseppi’s fur supper. Guisseppi foamed them rapturously, insisted kissing the bride—and Toni, because she was part of the dipg. Once more he bore forth his ding brew, and the four toasted loVe and success and happiness in Zam- baglione.Mike and Jill exchanged delight­ ed glances. “This time,” she said, “Zambaglione is—very fitting—for the occasion. It wasn’t, the last time/’ Mike grinned. “The last time didn’t count. This- does.” Toni sighed. “All this tender­ ness and sentiment. I’d never have believed it of you, Mike." Lyle grinned in Toni’s direction. “Well,” he said, “here we are. Just in order that this perfect marriage should take place, you lose your boy friend and I lose my girl friend, all very baffling/* "Oh Slick—" “ * * " ’ nose. “That’s Mike smiled, of past history, “Here I am. dently, tion prize, too. worse. ~ “Marriage, one good hand in a gesture of help­ lessness, “was invented by women. Men don’t have much of a hand in it.” “That,” said Till Morton Daly, “is wihere you are mistaken.” She was rather thinking of her father. They See John Again One week later, In the luxurious living room that still bore the fin­ gerprint of Aunt Lucy’s personality, John Morton faced his daughter and the son he had acquired by mar­ riage. He frowned, but there was a quiet contentment behind the frown. “I got your wire,” he said. “We stopped off to see you,” Mike informed him coldly, “because Jill wanted to pick up some of her things and say good-bye to you— and because I wanted to make you eat your words.” (Johu; 'MJorton fingered IseVeral legal-looking documents on his desk, "My new will,” he said. "The last one I ever intend to make.” Mike turned toward his wife, “How does it feel toQie poor?" Jill said soberly, “Swell.” John Morton wore the expres­ sion of the cat who consumed the canary, ca'ge and all. "Perhaps you’d be interested in knowing the terms of the new document?” Jill shook her head politely. Mike uttered a curt "No”. “You aren’t mentioned in this Will, Jill,” her father said. “Ex­ cept as the mother of the legatees.” Jill stiffened. John Morton went on hastily, to forestall whatever words trembled on his son-in-law's lips. “By this will, I leave every­ thing with which I die possessed— to my grandchildren. I have—” he added in a burst Of enlightenment— “only one daughter. Therefore, Jill’s children will inherit.” “You lied to me,” Michael Daly said slowly. "I said I would cut you off with­ out a penny, Jill. I did. I said I wouldn’t leave you a dime, Mike. I didn’t. I have, however, taken the liberty of making you’1 iny exe­ cutor. I hope you don’t mind.” “I certainly do mind,” Mike snapped.John Morton sighed. “There aren’t many people in the world that a man like me—a man. with much wealth—can trust, actually trust, to keep his dynasty intact." “There are few men Of my ac­ quaintance who are truly honest, straightforward and courageous. You happen to be one of them, Mike. You have a good head on your shoulders. You have char­ acter. ,,“You also have some of the damnedest silly ideas I ever encoun­ tered anywhere. Rut as yon grow a little older you Will come to the conclusion that money is not .an evil, that ance with her a wishful 'Toni in her eyes and on her lips. wore a new blue Mike had insisted „ An inexpensive gown, accord- gown fdr Upon pay- over upon too, wed- wed- It’s herToni wrinkled past history.” “I guess Jill’s too.” /’ Toni said impu- and a very nice consola- You could do much But you won’t.” Lyle threw up his sort but a Very fine gift—a gift needs common sense and bal- to prevent its being misused.” Jill Still Penniless ... ‘This Is getting The fact remains, Mike broke in us nowhere, that—” Morton said, honestly hadn’t married my ingiy, Mike, I think you at the point of pen to like you. very much for a played fair with you. *‘JiII Is—penniless. Prom now on you will be forced to care for her; 'that’s your responsibility. She my ___ If you daughter will* I’d have forced a gun. I hap* I wanted you son-in-law. I uw.Lt.:t.-■ V. knows that and experts nothing from. me. Rut ■*— your children—" —rathey dislike seeing the work of a lifetime pass into alien hands, Mike, It moans a good deal tp me. Not as mere money. Not as power pr prestige, but as the ultimate en­ dowment tp energy and courage. “If I have deceived you, Mike, I’m sorry. But the end, in this case, justified the means. When you have daughters of your own, yen'll know how I felt, A father can do only so much for his children. His powers are cruelly limited. He can feed them and clothe them and try to fit them for the business of liv­ ing. “And after that, he must sit back apd see them make mistakes—mis­ takes he could have prevented if they would only listen—but mis­ takes that they are born and bound to make. Mothers get close to their young, Mike.“But fathers—fathers 'are| too busy hustling in business, trying to make money—*until it’s too late. However—” he cut the monologue short—< “there’s just one more bit of business I want to mention. Aunt Lucy’s estate/’ “I suppose,” Mike frowned, his voice was gentler, “that rakes that money in too?" John Morton handed him a letter. “Read this.” “It’s sealed,” Mike objected. “Its for you/’ his father-in-law assured him. f The Voice of Aunt Lucy Mike ripped the seal with a be­ wildered finger and read aloud: “My dear nephew—” “There’s some mistake here,” he said. “No, no mistake. Go on,” John Morton prompted. Mike continued, “My dear neph­ ew: J don't know at this moment of writing who you will be, or what you will be like, but I feel that if Jill -loves you enough to marry you, then you must be a rather fine per­ son indeed.” Mike looked up in ’amazement. “This letter is from—” John Morton nodded. “My sister Lucy. She—died—as you know, in but Jill ■:£: >>* & vS Qjt# VICTORY IOAN BONDS in .(MASSEY -HARRIS 5= co. I*► T Havana,” Jill sat, a white figure carved of wonder and amazement, while Mike read on, “If letter since little, 'With may mean much. “Money, my boy, is a great re­ sponsibility, greater penpie can bear. And top much of, it. Not too much if she links her fortune tune equally great, Lu; indeed if she married a man with little. For no matter how great love may be, there is danger when a poor man, marries a rich girl. “To begin with, it forces him in­ to an environment for which he cannot begin to pay, and that is bad for his pride. Nine times out of ten he is swept into his father-in- law’s business, for which he. may have no slightest talent, and that is bad for his ambition. And worst of all, he is dependent upon a wo­ man’s generosity, and that is bad for his happiness.” Mike’s voice softened with the reading. The mere sound of you ore a wealthy man, this will mean very little to you, what I have to offer is very ■But if you are unburdened this world’s goods, then it than many Jill has had with a for- but too much __.. ___„ the' words brought Lucy Morton back’ into the room she had loved so well. It seetned tb Jill as if the tall spare figure with the thin, intelli-, gent face must be very close by— ’ close enough that a Hand outstretch- ’■ ed would reach herj 'touch her. : “A girl with money is all too of-', ten the prey of fortune hunters. Jill I "It is up tp iis to see that the wheels of our W industry ate kept turning to maximum capacity? to accept the sacrifices and read­ justments that are necessary to feed the war machine and to do so ungrudgingly, tp find the money to finance our effort and to &ve & with both hands, to sink our petty differences and present a wite4 home front tp pur enemies.”-—JAMES' S. DUNCAN, President General Manager, has had one unfortunate experience of that sort. Therb may yet be ■ others,” the lefcfpr went on, “I have been told by my doctor that my hours have been numbered, and it is to this purpose that I have made a new will. I leave to you, the/’ man who marries my only niece, air the money I possess. It is nof a> great deal, as fortunes go—but, it; is enough—enough to make you for-? ever independent of your wife's wealth.” Lucy’s Admonition Mike stopped 'reading, brushed his knuckles across his eyes, ’’Light’s bad/’ he mumbled. Jill sat weep­ ing gently. John Morton twisted one button after another from his impeccably tailored coat. • “Is there more?” Jill asked. Mike continued. “Make Jill hap­ py. She has her faults, but she. is a fine person. Her father and I have spoiled her badly, but when you have children of your own, you- may find fbat pardonable. She has a quick, honest temper, and she, is easy to anger. But she is also swift to 'forget, She is faithful and. honest, and she has courage and humor and strength. These are virtues not to be despised. “I hope you will be happy. Very happy. ‘Perhaps I should say that in another fashion. , Perhaps I should pay—-you -will be happy—-if you will always -remem'berf love is more important,than money. Money, after all, is a human inven­ tion, merely a medium of barter and exchange.. Love—love is cur- ulik igg sss a «-ad. B„PK„ Contributions aI® X paid by the pur- and the employee, and a e:P J stamps Sase rf Offices, by the employer ixom .Wncted tom bis wages by * Stamps will be uv employer-ccffled the Instance Book^syecoj;d The book is ^^Oecomes unemployed tr£butioiis,andwhenhebec insurCmce Siorms the wffi be ■ benefits may be Pdl<L have returned the in the mails. «jrtrtted ■ The plan of procetae hos ®®n after consuitahon with whl<sll has yeaIS' “PeliSnOe “ Great Britain. to HON. NORMAN A. McLARlX of Labour deducted 3? ® ® « LIMITED) rency beyond value. Keep love and happiness will take care -of itself. “Lucy Morton”., Michael Daly put down the let­ ter. “She must,” he said, “have been a very understanding person, I wish I had known hey,” Love Gonquci*s All “I wish,” Jbhn Morton echoed, “that she had known you. She would have liked you. Her estate isn’t very large. About $35,000. But it’s enough, Mike/’ Mike pawed at his’hair with des­ perate fingers. “Bor a man afraid to be called a fortune hunter, I cer­ tainly managed to get myself nicely gilded Up.” He fixed John Morton with ah accusing stare, knew about her will all along, - “I did.” John Morton lined tne discarded buttons in a row along the desk, “I can only hope that when your daughters have suitors, ‘they aren’t so difficult to land. , Money,” said John Morton with a chuckle, “isn’t everything-. Sometimes— it’s a terrible handicap.” Jill lifted, her lips to meet her husband's kiss, “I really‘wouldn’t know/’ she said comfortably. “I haven’t any/’ THE ENJ> lf.1V llAlk Th© ExfeUr Times-Advoeate 1387 ... M Wetei* QtoU iPubUabfisi w WMW ww per year is. advance RATES—Farm pj Real Esrtate tot sale 50 c, each insertion for fi«t four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion, Miscellaneous ar- tioleg. To Rent, Wanted, Lost, of Found fOc, per liim of six worda. Reading mrtRes IQq. per line. Card of Thanks Lefirsl vertislng 1? and 8c. per line, to MototIw, with one verse 50 c. extra ws«a i?5». eaeh. Member of The Weekly Rewepaper Association Professional GLADMAN STANBURY (F. W. Gkuiman) BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, &c ■Money to Loan, Investment® af&4$ Insurance fy&fe-depojUt vaults for use of pur Clients without charge EXETER and HEN9ALL CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, LOANS, INVESTMENTS, INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Mfedn Sttee*, EXETER. ONT. "You; u f “Did anyone ever tellShe- how wonderful Tin_T ever did.” She—“Then where you got the idea.’1 you I you are?" He—“no. I don’t think anyone I’d like to know I A’ $ Dr. G. -F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.DJ5. DENTIST Office: Carling Block EXETER, ON®; Closed Wednesday Afternoons Dr.«H. H. COWEN, L.D.S.,D.D S dental surgeon Office next to the Hydro Shop Main Street, Exeter Office 36w Telephones Res. 8®j Closed Wednesday Afternoons , ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. No. 1, DASHWOOD FRANK TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER , For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER P. O. or RING 188 -------..------- W .'(S' , . j JiUnri ©ays Bae admwis-butions, and ad operation _o tration costs wniG Service fox Bie a National and empl°y®es-. ^U^rWeptione listed in «he panel below. cmDloyer will beP The first duty/ofCOMMISSION to BEGISTER WITH ^oW to. a bv completing the p mails, and obtain- gm wtoh is now iot all to ing and 1SSUS,Jeis doubt as to whether employees. KJ^ere w are m- your employees, when you return »to ’X1 ctSn feels of all ®m- as^ed of the l^J/XnSls *awn to »—■sss’** 4 in One « ‘he B^fc***d* Employers, «R <A Wh“eJ^PBelow, Need Nel Begiste* t B^ovltuw, hortlaaltoa and ji.Fl«hhW. !ooain«, oxclnCvo nJ planb’ t“aK>a’ & nttntao to »«• ™ ** ©.T.achUa, tadudino ** and danotag. M enUo®* 11U w&fiw w *nUnt”' to"-*- 13. “coWto iOthat omploym®11’ U. J*14 j, not nndor over how aml *th®a IB, fit a rata **• isafcrak*"5" to- i fl 40* main 0 0 v ;x:; 1S- Ss “to® Sto gan*a> fl„ -Oto—«“» <“ 4 “bA“to“ d«, to «« •“ •> them.®1 . . empt6yni*«^fc“ 21. wig p' f wm; H. SMITH LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex Special training assures yon 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 MUTUAL FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY . . Head Office, Exeter, Oiit. President .... JOHN McGRATH Dublin, Ont. Vice-Pres...... T. G. BALLANTYNR Woodham, R.R. 1 DIRECTORS W, H. COATES ... JOHN HACKNEY . ANGUS SINCLAIR WM. HAMILTON ... ........... Exeter Kirkton R. 1 .. Mitchell R. 1 Cromarty R. 1 ■ AGENTS • JOHN ESSERY ..... ALVIN L. HARRIS THOS. SCOTT ...... Centralia . Mitchell ’ Cromarty SECRETARY-TREASURER B. W. F. BEAVERS .............Exeter GLADMAN & STANBURY y Solicitors, Exeter / The World’s Finest Anthracite Trade . Marked» Blue. Order Blue Coal and wo have it, also Large Lump Alberta Coal HAMCO Dustless Coke Prices are Right IS < A. J. clatworthy Phone 12 Grantor We Deliver mnrartHM The best way to waken a mah is io tickle his bate feet, says & doc­ tor. Oh, yvell, another little job won’t do the sergeant-major any harm. ’ M a