The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1942-12-10, Page 7«THE EXETER T1MES-ADVQCATE, THURSDAY MORNING, PECEMSER Wtb, 194z P«8f> 1
The dumacters ns You Meet Thein
PEG PATTERSON — Orphaned
ward of Otto Nelson, rich Washing
ton broker, who is her godfather and
in whose office she is employed.
HEWITT GILL — Ambitious sales
man in Nelson’s office, who is work-;
ing to acquire a partnership and
who professes to love Peg,
ANTHONY COVINGTON — State
Department attache just home from
the Orient.
MRS. DE'MAREST POLK—Wife
of a newly rich Senator,
MAIZIE DARTON—Another typist
in the brokerage office.
The Story So Ftir
After Peg had witnessed the shoot
ing in the dark garage where she 'had
hidden to escape from Anthony, she
was terror-stricken because she
felt she was a witness to a murder..
She rushed back to the office and
phoned Mr. Nelson, who had gone
home. Hewitt was not there, so
She could not tell him of her troubl
es. She seeks solace from Maizie.
Notv Bead On
Peg told herself' desperately:,
"Hewitt’s mine! He loves me now
no matter what happened last year.
She shan’t come back and spoil
it!" And was promptly ashamed
of this pathetic little scarecrow of
defiance which she had set up in her
mind to foil that sneaking, ugly
jealousy which had swept suddenly
over her.
“Call Hewitt, you idiot! He’s had
time enough to get back to his
apaytement. He’s probably waiting
for you to call him," an inner voice
said to her,
A Message
Peg reached for the telephone,
began to dial and suddenly with
drew her hand. Not until that mo
ment had she seen the white, en
velope with her name on it, bal
anced against the inkstand. Her
heart .leaped at the sight of it,
almots as if Hewitt had come out
of the twilight shadows of the of
fice and put his arms around 'her,
had held her head against his
breast, comforting her.
She slit the envelope with a pa
per knife, opened the carefully
folded sheet and sat there feeling a
little as if she were slipping
through space. He wouldn’t be
able, Hewitt had written, ’to pick
her up after business school to
night. He was driving over to Balti
more to see what could be done
about those Granville bonds. He
didn’t expect to return until tomor
row morning, but he'd see Peg then.
He had signed it simply H.
It was nearly 6.3-0 when Peg dried
her eyes, put on her hat and scarf
and walked out of the office door
toward the stenographer’s domain.
Her walk was steady now. In her
tears she had found poise, had been
able to set her lips in a cool and
artless smile.
A typewriter was going in that
wide white-walled outer office; a
small black animal with its teeth
chattering. ' Maizie Darton was
huddled over it, a slight, alrqost
frail blonde girl with no colour under
her skin, and yet something like de
termination in the hazel eyes that
compelled attention.
Peg stood there in silence for a
moment, taken -aback by the sudden
realization that Hewitt was probab
ly responsible for Maizie working
overtime tonight. She thought, mis
erably: “Oh, Hewitt, how could
you!” For, despite the fact that
Maizie was always bragging about
weighing Only 105 and that she
could probably work right up to the
last minute without any of Mr.
Nelson’s customers knowing, it was
pitifully obvious that she was going
to have a baby. And every one in
the office knew that Don Darton
Was out of a job and that Maizie
was almost sick with fear and worry.
Peg said quickly: “Anything I
dan do -to help, Maizie?"
Maizie
Maizie looked up, and her* long,
dark lashes threw shadows on her
Cheeks. Her smile was bright, but
there was nanness In it, too. She
said softly: “ft’s all tygiug, Peg, and
you don’t know how "yet. Mr. Gill
asked me to get these reports out
tonight. I could have done it just
as well tomorrow. They don’t go to
the -committee until next month."
In that moment Doris Murphy,
one of the stenographers, came back
from the ladies’ room to get her
purse. Her eyes ' were dark and
sullen* She said: “If I didn't have
a very ill mother I'd do that for
you, Maizie. You -know that, don’t'
you?" And then she -swung around
toward Peg. “Maybe you’d like to
help me preak Mr. Gill of one of
his habits which I don’t like, Peg?"
Peg tried to smile: “And what's
that, Doris?"
“Breathing," said Doris, evenly.
Out in the hall Peg pressed her
finger to the elevator button and
stood waiting, conscious that every
thing seemed wrong tonight. AU at
once she wanted desperately to see
her father, to hear that voice which
she would never hear again, -to touch
his hand and hold -to it for the pro
tection she had always found in it.
All -hei’ values of life were somehow
distorted now. She couldn’t quite
gather around her the world her fa
ther had taught her to love; -a world
of poetry and music and beauty,
where loyalty was set with pearls,
where honor and character and
kindness were the finest things of
all.
No Appetite
Peg ordered dinner that night on
a high stool at an F Street drug
store. A bowl of steaming soup,
steak with small mushrooms around
it, peas and beets and a cup of black,
strong coffee. Behind the counter
the red-headed fountain boy re
garded her, grinning.
“Not interested in the old feed
bag tonight. Miss Patterson?"
“Not specially," said Peg. Fan
tastically she could see him in a wit
ness chair, and could hear him say
ing: “On the night of November 15
Miss Patterson came into the drug
store and scarcely ate -a thing. She
looked nervous and frightened, and
kept glancing over her shoulder, as
if she expected some one to come
up behind her. . .”
chapter in
Peg ate most of her dinner, paid
her check and hurried around the
(corner to the big brick building with
its windows flat and golden in the
night. The name of the business
school blazed and blinked in neon
lights across -the, roof. Upstairs a
young girl, hanging out of the win
dow, yelled lustily, “Hiya, Peg. Bet
ter step on it, kid. You got about
-two seconds flat to mooch up those
steps, and if they aren’t the best
little indoor set of Alps I ever climb
ed I’ll eat my favorite fur-lined
syrup .mug."
But two hours of sitting in a small
hard chair typing “qwert" and
“Yuiop" and “the lazy red fox
jumped over the high brown fence"
in perfect orderly little columns does
something to the -m-orale. Thoughts
began crowding Peg again, shatter
ing the defense she had gathered
around her. Thoughts of a garage,
of an old woman who wasn't an old
woman at all, of a revolver shining
through the shadows....
*. After school Peg walked home,
wanting the sharp wind in her face.
But .neither the wind nor the walk
helped. That feeling -of suspense,
that odd sense of helplessness,
walked with her. Georgetown’s
quaint and romantic atmospheres
was. lost in the darkness, in the icy
chill of her thoughts. It seemed
robbed of its Colonial beauty by the
bald efficiency of progress; shabby
and dirty, even a little sinister. The
chain stores and Negro shanties and
hovels of -the poor stood out like de
cayed teeth between the rows of old
Georgian homes.
“I’m just making a tragedy out
of something 'that doesn’t concern
me at all," Peg railed at herself as
she hurried through -the little picket
gate ht Aunt Mehalie’s. And then
she saw the first .floor was light
ed. That Miss Suzy-Q, a newly
painted red jallopy, was parked at
the old carriage entrance on the side
of -the house, which .meant that
Duncan had arrived a day early to
spend his usual Week-end with them.
DunCan
Peg dashed up the steps and
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fung the door open. Her lips part
ed to call Puncan's name and then
closed soundlessly,
Duncan Patterson, jn the full dress
regalia of the Air Corps, was in
the wide high-ceilinged hajl, stand
ing far back in dark shadows, He
had not heard Peg come in. He had
been talking evidently on the tele
phone fox* he was putting the instru
ment back on its cradle.
In that unguarded moment he
seemed somehow utterly weary. His
body sagged; his shoulders and his
head and his hands were all col
lapsed and inert. There was a gray
and rigid line along his jawbone.
He was a handsome young man,
not especially tall, but solidly, per
fectly built with crisp dark hair,
brush cut, rugged features and a
decisive chin. That chin explained
how he made West Point and ulti
mately a commission in the army.
Not having the political contacts for
an appointment, he had done it the
hard way—two years’ enlistment' as
a private, a prep course at Fort Mon
roe, and competitive examinations
afterward. But for all his firm jaw
and serious ruggedness of face, for
all his keen inventive mind whicn
was recognized at Wright Field as
bordering close on genius, there was
usually an irresponsible gayety about
him.
There was no gayety about Dun
can’s face now, however. Peg, look
ing at him through eyes that were
vaguely alarmed, saw the furrowed
brow, the upper teeth clamped down
hard on his full lip, the sag
ging weariness of his body.
He came straight to her, hugged
her brutally, ruffled her hair and
hugged her again. It was the way
he always greeted her. It was ex
actly the same, and yet it wasn’t
the same at all. Hei’ heart cried:
'Duncan, what is it? What’s hap
pened?’ But she couldn’t say that.
Nineteen years of being Duncan’s
sistei’ had made hei’ realize that
you ' couldn’t say things like that
to Duncan Patterson; you couldn’t
ask questions....you just had to wait,
wait.
Duncan said: 'How’s the cork
screw language going? Wearing
you -down?’
‘To a nub,’ said Peggy brightly.
‘The typing's awful. My lazy red
fox simply won’t jump over the
high brown fence* He turns brown
under my capable fingers and
jumps into a red bed. And as for
shorthand. Well confidentially
Dune, I think the Messrs. Gregg
and Pitman ought to have their
noses tweaked.’ ,
Not a Stranger
Then suddenly her fpreed frivol
ity dropped from her like a mantle.
Over Duncan’s shoulder she saw
Aunt Mehalie sitting very prim and
stiff by the flickering light of the
hearth. She wasn’t alone. A very
tall young man was with her. He
was leaning against the mantle neg
ligently, a spiral of smoke curling
up like an adder from the cigarette
in his fingers. He was in full eve
ning dress now, looking even more
handsome than he had- this after
noon in his wedding splendor.
Duncan saw her wide eyes. He
Said, his voice amused: ‘Tony Cov
ington’s not exactly hard on the
optics, is he, Peg? He’s a swell guy,
too. You’ll like him. We struck up
a friendship in Manila when he
came’ out from" China with some
refugees after the bombing of
Shanghai.’
In that moment Anthony Coving
ton looked up from Aunt Mehalie’s
pale, chattering lips and saw Peg
Standing there in the dim amethyst
shadows of the hall. His face
lightened; he started to speak and
then, glancing swiftly at Aunt Me
halie’, Who in her primness was the
Very symbol of convention, seemed
to think better of it and didn't speak
at all. He let Duncan present him.
His face was very serious. He said
Without a single infliction in his
voice: 'How do you do.’ But his
gray eyes were wickedly amused,
Duncan began to draw up chairs
by the fire. He was saying: ‘I think
Peg ought to dash along with US
tonight to the embassy reception.
I can Call my attache friend and
get an invitation lined up easily
enough.
But Peg heard nothing but the
sharp ring of the telephone, a burst
Of bells shattering' the quiet calm
of ■ that spacious old Georgetown
home. S’he got up quickly and rush
Od into the hall, nearly overturning
a chair in her hurry. Her hand
trembled as she put the receiver to
her ear.
Telephone Call
Mx\ Nelson said furiously, ‘Peg,
that you? Well, just what was the
idea sending me on a wild goose
Chase like that? I got in touch with
the police. We went to that home*
There was no dead there. No
ono shot. There was not a remnant
of a struggle in the garage, iiof &
drop of bloodstain anywhere, Senor
Pedro Gonzalez, who lives there as
sured us that he had been home all
day, that his servants had been off, •
that he had not been out of the
house—not even his garage—and
therefore had not been shot! I’ve
spent a good hour apologizing to
Senor Gonzalez and to the gentle
men from the Third Precinct. Try
ing to ‘convince them, too, that I
hadn’t just escaped from St.Eliza-
beth’s. Look here, if you ever let
your wild histrionic imagination get
me into a thing like that again*,.
I'll,* by the gods, i’ll./
Peg put the receiver back on the
hook. tWell, that’s that/ she
thought. She couldn’t know, of
course that it wasn’t,
She was still standing there, try
ing to think hex* way through the
puzzle, and yet vastly relieved when
Duncan came out into the ball and
picked up the telephone.
T’m going to fix up that invita
tion for you, Peg/ he said, grin
ning. ‘Tony’s keen on your going
with us. Get upstairs and into some
thing very femme fatale. Make it
snappy, brat—both as to selection
and time/
Squeezed in between both of them
in the red jallopy, she managed to
get in that she was wearing her
hymnal dress, the Frock of Ages,
and to please have respect for old
age.
Duncan, listening not at all,
promptly slid into second as the
light turned green, and Peg cried
out; ‘Oh, Duncan, -now you’ve
done it!’
Duncan pulled the car over to
the curb on fashionable Sheridan
Circle, and parked there beneath
the hazy nimbus of a street lamp.
It took a full minute to untangle
her wide black chiffon skirt from
the ‘ancient gear-shift. Then the
three of them piled out of the car,
and huddled over the mangled
dress: a small girl gathering the
black folds in her exploring fingers,
shaking her fair head lugubriously;
a young army lieutenant glitter
in with braid and brass buttons
and saying something about stop
ping by a drug store for glue; a tall
young man digging in his pockets,
feeling under his lapels in the futal
search for a spin. They didn’t see the
limousine pull, up on the driveway,
behind them, nor the slim daik'girl
with an ermine bow in hei’ hair and
an ermine cape about her shoulders
who stepped into the limousine;
nor the dark young .man who took
his place beside her with a fami
liar nonchalance.
Election Returns
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parkhill
Mayor—Thomas Browning, 2X8;
Edgax* Robinson, 302,,
Council—Elected: Marshall Box,
228; James On-, 252; William
Sturdevant, 241; William Ross,;
235; J* C. Goodhand, 232; Charles
potter, *213. Defeated, John Gra
ham, 192; Roy Smith, 182,
BJyth
Council — Elected; Emerson
Wright, 146; Anslem Taylor, 144;
Franklin Sainton, 128; Herbert Dex
ter, 116. Defeated: Arthur Barr*
108.
Colborne Township
Reeve—Alex Watson, 234; Wil
liam Thom, 146; Nelson McLayty,
1'00.
Council—Elected: James Feagan,
332; William Clark, 268; Ross
Fisher, 262; Stanley Snyder, 245,
Defeated, Leslie Johnson, 242,
Tni'nberi’y Township
Council—Elected: P. King, 226;
R. Porter, 17'5; J,. Breckenridge,
160; J. Fisher, 140. Defeated; R.
Wilson, 138.
West Wawanosh Township
Reeve—Brown Smyth, 369: Thos,
Webster, 218. *
Council—Elected: Everett Finni
gan, 382; David McAllister, 298;
Gordon McPherson, 240; Wallace
Miller, 2L8. Defeated: George Webb,
2'05; George Kennedy, 204; Harold
Gaunt, 191.
Mistress: “Jane! Yesterday you
broke two vases and today you.’ve
broken three plates and four cups.
What will be broken tomorrow at
this rate?”
Maid: “Not so much, ma'am. It’s
my afternoon out."
HAY COUNCIL
The regulai' monthly meeting of
the council of the Township of Hay
was hold in Town HallZurich,
on Monday, November GO* with all
members present. The minutes of.
the November 2, meeting were adop
ted as read. Aftex’ disposing of the
communications the following reso
lutions were passed:
That the petition, for drainage
work presented by Bruce Koehler
and signed by Mrs. Oscai' Koehler
and others be accepted by the Coun
cil. That T. R, Patterson, Hngineex*
be appointed to make a survey, re
port, etc* for the Council.
That T- H* Hoffman, manager of
Dashwood Central of the. Municipal
Telephone System be allowed $42.10
pex* month to cover extra cost of
November 1942,
That accounts covering payments! J.
on Township Roads, Hay Telephone $g8,>00;
System, Salaries, Relief and Gen-I $28,00;
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Schwalm Drain, 9Qc; revision voters*
lists, $52,00.
eral Accounts be passed -as peri
Vouchers:
Township Roads—M. G, Deitz, gas,
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Envied
The dark girl said: ‘What a giddy
little red car over there on • the
circle. Sometimes I think I'd like
to have, a car like' that. To lead a
life that belongs to it. To be rattling
around in it tonight, instead of
being on my way to the Embassy
reception where I’>11 see the same
faces I see each night, and do the
same things I’ve ‘ done a million
times before/ She said in a soft
bored voice because she was twenty-
one and she couldn’t,remember ever
•all her life her every wish 'had been
granted almost before she conceiv
ed it. This was her inheritance from
the millions of Senator Demarest
Polk.
The young man beside Thalia
Polk did not look at the red car;
he did not take his eyes from the
clear-cut beauty that ■ was hei’ pro
file. Thalia turned her head a little,
■until her gaze met those dark eyes
beside her. ‘Did you miss me, Hew
itt?’ .she asked. 'I’d like to think
that you did, you know/
Hewitt Gill reached over and
took her slim, pale hand and pres
sed firmly between his two palms.
‘What do you think, Thalia?’
To Be Continued
EXPECT CHANGES
IN HURON COUNCIL
Numerous contests and some
changes may take place when the
municipal elections in Huron County
are held, it is predicted in some
county council circles.
Reeves were reluctant to declare
whether they would be contestants
or not. Some expressed the opin
ion that there would' b® few elec
tions in the county, citing the fact
the farmers are too busy and the
scarcity of labor.
Next year it Will be the Liberals'
turn to choose a warden. ‘ Some of
those eligible for the honor, if
elected, are Reeves B. W. Tuckey
of Exeter; A. F. McDonald, of Ash
field; R. Redpiond, East Wawa-
nOsh, and S. H. Livermore, of Mc-
Killop. , 4
Municipalities holding nomina
tions on November 27 and elections
on December 7 are: Ashfield, Col-
borne, Goderich town; Goderich
township, Hullett, Stanley, Turxi-
berry, East and West Wawanosh,
Hensall and Wingham, eleven in all.
Others holding nominations in
December and elections in January
are Hay, sStephen, Usbotne, McKil-
lop, Tuckersmith, Hawick, Turn
berry, Morris, Grey, Exeter, Brus
sels, Blyth*
■ A man who was running for pub
lic office found the first half of his
speech in the local paper. He went
to the editor and wanted to know (
why they didn't print all his speech.. The editoi* replied, “Wo ran out of I
capital t’s.”
locate*mi/
Montreal-1 oronto
i#CfiRHf - L'T (■ A I. O U: gD
Laing, inspector drains, $9$.90; iQ.
Becker, hauling grader, J,
Suplet, relief, $16,65; Dashwood
police village grant, $61*00; De
partment of I-Iealth, insulin* $5*7.5;
|H. Lawrence, drains, $1,513.50; A.
! „, Kalbf leisch, Division 'Court,
W. Fritz, Division Court,
Henry Thiel, caretaker,
H. Steinbach, inspector,
oil etc, $64,0-0; Moore Brothers ac
count $4.90; Dominion Road Ma
chinery, repairs, $7.20; pay list
$47.83.
Telephone—G. Armstrong reeve,
$15.00; Councillors W. Haugh, R.
Geiger, A. Crerar and F* W. Haberei’
The Council adjourned to meet
for the final session of 1942 on De<-
cember 15, at 1.30 o’clock in the af
ternoon.
A. F. Hess, Clerl?
each $10.00; T. H. Hoffman, salary,
etc. $303,35; Bell Company tolls,
September* and October, $193.17;
H. K. Eilber re Stephen l’ates, $25.00
E. R. Guenther, cartage, .40c; A. F.
Hess, secretary-treasurer, $87.5-0;
H, G. Hess salary $217.10; Nor
thern Electric, supplies, $7.86; C, C.
Pilgrim, re Stanley rates, $5.00; G.
E. F'arwell, adjustments, $3.50.
Twp. Salai’ies—Reeve, $75.00;
four councillors, each $65.00; * Clerk
and treasurer, $90,00.
General Accounts—Huron Exposi
tor, advertising re drains, $2.94;
Times-Advocate, adv., $3.15; T. R,
Patterson, Willert Drain, $110.00;
T. R. Patterson, Zurich Drain,
$220.’0'0; expenses re tax deeds,
$5.00; tax overpayments, $15.5'0’; T.
PRESENTATION AT DASHWOOD
Last Saturday evening, November
28, a number of relatives and friends
gathered at the home of Mr, and
Mrs. Phillip Fassold to pay honour
to Melton and Reta Walper prioi’ to
their departure for Ingersoll where
the formex’ has secured exnploy-
ment. The evening was spent in.
music and games. The honored,
couple were presented with a part
ing gift from their friends, after
which Melton made a few fitting
remarks, All partook of lunch, af
ter which they departed for home,
wishing Melton and Reta the best
in their new' home and work. Mel
ton, Reta and little Carol will ba
greatly missed in Dashwood.
Hr.
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