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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1940-08-15, Page 6TRVIWPAY, AUGUST ,15th, 1040 THE EXETER TIMES-APVOCATE “£eap year £ady " BY ALMA SIOUX SCARBERRY The man asked: i< hr’.’’ | Ucwmur xs going to rube pleutjSmoky said, suspiciously: "How! ••:' hell when he finds out his only do I know you’re a detective?” j The stranger pulled a card i»u: o.( his pocket. Smoky read: '“James Howell Howell Detective Service. We rove; the world. Specialists in findinu missing pvr^uns.” Invites Stranger Into Home She handed the card back to the man and said, trying to keep the quaver out of her voice: "Will you come in. It's cold with the dooi open.” "Thanks." said the stranger. “Art. you alone, Mrs. Stacy?” "Yes. I am.” The man sat down: "Well, you got nerve, lady. I got to hand it t< you. Openin’ the door and askin’ mt in. But maybe you ain’t afraid o: men.” Smoky flared angrily. "My father died this week and my husband is in the hospital. I can't afford to bt afraid when I’ve got to be alone.” "Oh,” said the man, and he look­ ed embarrassed. "I’m sorry, Mrs Stacy. No offense. W? meet all kind in this business. Now about youi husband. You say he’s in the hos­ pital." "Yes.” said Smoky. "He was thrown from a horse and injured very seriously today. He may no' live.” The detective lit a cigar. "Sorry to hear that. It'll be quite a blow tc his old man." Smoky’s heart leaped with relief Tex’s father. Maybe it was hi- father -who was looking for* him And not the police. "I wanted to let his family know he was sick,” Smoky said guarded ly. "But I can’t seem to find the Street address.” The man laughed. "You don’ need a street address for the Gov­ ernor of the State, lady. All you go to do is to call up the capital.” Shamrock stared at the strangei speechlessly. When he saw the ex­ pression on her face he looked a* her closely. She Learns Tex’s Identity "Say,” he took the cigar out o. his mouth, "you look surprised to know your husband’s old man is?” Smoky’s white face flushed. She was trapped hopelessly. If she found out what he had to know she would have to tell the truth. She looked down at her hands. “No,” she said uncertainly. "We’re never discuss­ ed it. I—it would be hard to ex plain. We were married very sud­ denly.” The detective grinned. "Are yor on the level? You're a chorus girl ain’t you?” "Yes. I’m a dancer in Snapshots It’s my first show.” "Did you think,” the man grin­ ned again, "that you’d married ? Texas cow puncher?” "Yes." Smoky said. The man chuckled. "I’d found out he’d been going around in t funny get-up pretendin’ to he a cow hand. I guess he got the idea from playin’ in amateur things at Har­ vard. The last his folks heard of him he was to play a Western par' in a show there. Then he drops of the face of the earth. "I traced him to Broadway and finally run down a guy who hat seen him and said he bet he wa. Tex Stacy, the new singing <ensa tion. His hotel gave me your for­ warding address. I enquired around the corner down lvre and got . line on you. I’ve been waiting foi you to get home. I didn’t want tf go to the theatre." His Father Is Governor "I’m glad you didn’t” Smoky was very pale. "Is it. Tex’s fatlw who hired you to find him?” The man nodded. “I’m—glad he isn’t in trouble,’ she sank back in her chair. “He's in for plenty of trouble,’ the detective predicted darkly. ’The Pimples Kill Many a Romance The lives of many young people u« xnS.de miserable by the breaking out of pimples on the face. The trouble is not so much physi­ cal pain, but it is the mental suffer­ ing caused by the embarrassing dis­ figurement of the face which very often makes the sufferer ashamed to go out in company. The quickest way to get rid of pimples is to improve the general health by a thorough cleansing of the blood of its impurities. burdock ’ TBlood Bitters cleanses and purifies the blood—-Get rid of your pimples by taking B.B.B. The T. Milburn Go., Ltd., Toronto, Ont. i hi;d. heir to all his millions, has wi-ked off and married a chorus girl.” Smoky said faintly: "Oh—he—- he’s a rich man.” "Only the richest man in New Englund,” the detective assured her. ‘“And a guy that stops at nothing when he makes up his mind to have his own way. Gosh, I’m feelin’ kind of sorry for you. kid. You seem like a square shooter. I guess you mar­ ried the guy for love, eh?” Smoky’s long laches hid the pain in her eyes. "What else would 1 marry him for?" she asked evasive­ ly. “'Well, I guess he must have mar­ ried you for the same reason,” the detective wriggled uncomfortably. "I’m a romantic old fool myself. If there was any way out I’d pull out and let you two love birds make a get-away from the old man.” "You think Tex’s father will be mud about the marriage?” Smoky held her trembling kness. '.‘He’ll blow his top,” the man predicted grimly. "Bill was en­ gaged to old Mike Lowery’s daugh­ ter, and Mike controls half the votes in the State..” “'Bill-—who's Bill?” “‘William Thayer Stacy, Jr. Your husiband.” "Oh,” said Smoky blankly. Urges Smoky to Fight "I guess,” said the man. “I'll have to call his old man tonight and tell him where Bill is. What hos­ pital is he in?” “St. Agnes.” Smoky covered her face with her hands. "An, say.” the man said uncom­ fortably. "keep your chin up. Mrs. Stacy. If your husband loved you enough to marry vou, I guess when he’s up and about he can handle the Governor.” "You said," Smoky choked, "he was engaged to another girl.” "Alicia Lowery,’ the man nodded. “The engagement had just been an­ nounced a week when Bill walks off the campus and drops off the face of the earth. Maybe he couldn’t go through with it. I can’t blame him. She’s a stuck-up cold one if I’ve ever seen one. But a marriage between Bill and her would set the Governor up right, even for Presi- rent next time maybe.” He stopped suddenly: "Say, lis­ ten to me shoot off my mouth. That’s bad policy for a gup in my business-. But you look like a right guy. I like your spunk. Are you Irish?” Smoky smiled wanly: "With a name like Shamrock O'Toole, what would I be?” The detective got up. “Well, just you get your Irish up and fight. Mrs. Stacy. I’ll out in a call to the Governor and tell him the news. Keep your chin up now.” CHAPTER XXIV Smoky did not go to bed that night. She was much too upset over the visit of the detective, and the revelation that Tex was the son of a millionaire Governor. Why had he disappeared the week his engagement was announc­ ed? What had ever possessed him to masquerade as a Texas cowboy? She had told IBm he was losing his Texas drawl and he had chuck­ led: "I’ll have to watch it. I’ll lose our meal ticket.” No wonder he had seemed the most perfect gentleman she had ever known. He was born to money and was a student in his last year at Harvard. How awful the little house in As­ toria must have seemed to him after living at the State Capitol, surrounded by servants and luxur­ ies that she had never seen. Strangely, he had seemed to en­ joy being with her and Clancy and had eaten her home-cooked meals as if he were starved. There was only one answer in so far as Sham­ rock could see. She told herself that only a man sincerely in love could have done such a thing. What other reason could he have had for marrying her and keeping his true identity a secret? She Visits Tex Again Perhaps Tex had been afraid to let her know who he was. Afraid she might want his money and take advantage of the fact that his father was a famous man. Ho hadn’t trusted her. She winced, but ad­ mitted to herself that she couldn’t blame him for anything he might think under the circumstances. Smoky lay on the couch, staring into space, or walking around the living room nervously until morning came. Then she had fruit and cof­ fee and dressed and went to the hospital. Her face was so white and strain­ ed, Tex's nurse said sympathetically "You haven't slept, Mrs. Stacy. You 1't.u.ir dear. Tilt* dot tor will have you lor'a patient next.” It was the day nurse. Miss Claire, middle-aged, tall and raw boned, Site looked like a woman who knew her business and Smoky liked her instantly. “No.” Shamrock admitted. “I’ve been so worried,” Tex was unconscious and Smoky choked back her tears. She felt so helpless. If only she could do some­ thing for him. Site would have liked to send the nurses away and take care of him herself. At 10 o’clock, Smoky took the insurance policy to Attorney Hill and he called the hospital and said he would be responsible for Mr. Stacy’s bills until the policy was cashed. Smoky then went back to the hospital, feeling greatly reliev­ ed. Tex’s Mind is Blank In the afternoon at 4 o’clock Tex regained consciousness. Smoky was sitting in the waiting room down the hall when Miss Clare called her. “Dr. Stiller would like to see you, Mrs. Stacy.” she told Smoky. "In his office.” The doctor stood by the window. He turned, smiling: “Your husband has regained consciousness, Mrs. Stacy.” “Oh,” Smoky sat down swifty. "Oh, I’m so glad.” The doctor sat down at his desk. “He came out of the coma about a half-hour ago. But I believe he has amnesia.” "Do—you mean he doesn’t re­ member anything?” Smoky asked, aghast. "He doesn’t seem to,” Dr. Stiller said: "That is very often the dase in a head injury. Perhaps when he sees you he will remember. I want to take you in. You must be very calm and don’t upset him. Do you think you can be?” "I think so,” Smoky said. "Oh, I hope it really isn’t amnesia. If it is, how long will it last?” "There’s no way we can tell. Sometmes the memory comes back instantly. Sometimes never. But we will do everything in our powr. I don’t believe we’ll tell him you’re his wife. We’ll just say you’re a friend.” Smoky followed the doctor to Tex's room with her heart hammer­ ing painfully. Miss Claire bent over him and said gently: "Mr. Stacy, here’s some one to see you.” Doesn’t Recognize Smoky Tex was lying on his side and Smoky sat down on the chair beside, him when the doctoi' pointed to it. Dr. Stiller said: "You’ve a visit­ or, Mr. Stacy. Do you know who it is?” Tex stared at Shamrock out of dreary eyes a few seconds and then he answered in a weak voice: I’m afraid I—don’t remember you. I— don’t seem to remember anything. I -—I’m sorry?” Shamrock forced a smile. "I’m Smoky. Don’t you remember Smoky?” Tex shook his head. "I — don’t even seem to—-remember my name.’ "Your name,” Shamrock told him gently: “is William Thayer Stacy, Jr.” Tex closed his eyes wearily "No, no. I—don’t remember any­ thing. I’m sorry.” The doctor motioned for Sham­ rock to leave the room. He followed her, closing the door. “‘It is amnes­ ia, Mrs, Stacy. But try not to worry any more than you can help. There’s a serum we’ll use, and, by proper questioning, rest and care, I believe he’ll be all right.” Smoky was trying to make up her mind how much she should tell Dr. Stiller. After all, she decided, if Tex was to be helped the doctor should know at least a part of the truth. She said: "Doctor, there are some things I think you should know about my husband.” Smoky Tells Her Story The doctor opened the door of his office. “Come in here and we’ll talk. Sit down, Mrs. Stacy.” Smoky sat on the edge of her chair, twisting her hands. "You-— you’ll think it strange.” The doctor smiled. "My dear, nothing is strange to a physician. We hear the most amazing confes­ sions and we hold them absolutely sacred. If there is something I should know about this case, it would be wrong of you to with­ hold it.” Then, haltingly, Shamrock told Dr. Stiller how she had met William Thayer Stacy as Tex Stacy, Texas cowboy, and how thpy had married very suddenly, neither knowing very much about the other. She told him of the detective who had come to the house the evening before and revealed the true iden­ tity of Tex. That his father was a Governor and one of the wealthiest men in New England. The doctor listened, fascinated at Smoky’s halting recital of all that had happened in a few days. He said with a kindly smile when she had stopped: "You’ve crammed a life-time into a few days, haven’t you, my dear?” Smoky sighed: I was afraid—if I didnt tell you Tex’s father might coirje here and upset him and make him worse. The detective says Mr. Stacy will be raving mad when he finds out Tex has married a chorus girl.” Dr. Stiller said thoughtfully: "We will protect your husband against any such a thing happening. But if you hadn’t told me, we shouldn’t have been prepared to deal with the situation.” Doctor Promises Help He got up and crossed to Smoky, holding out his hand: “I’ll fight on your side,” he smiled, and his blue eyes twinkled. “I always was a little partial to red-headed chorus girls. You've a lot of courage.” The doctor was tall and silvery haired, and Shamrock, felt greatly relieved that his attitude toward her was to be friendly. “Thank you,” she said, tears gathering in her eyes. The doctor said firmly: "My or­ ders are that yoii go home and rest I’ll leave strict orders here that no one is to be permitted to see your husband without coming to my of­ fice and consulting me first.” "Oh, thank you.” Smoky said gratefully. Now I think I’ll be able to take a little nap at home.” Dr. Stiller hesitated as they walk­ ed down the hall. Then he said thoughtfully: “There’s a possible chance, Mrs. Stacy, that your hus­ band was suffering from amnesia when he left the Harvard campus in his cowboy rehearsal clothes.” Smoky gasped: “Do you think—- he may have married me not know­ ing who he was?” “Possibly,” said the doctor. “I’m just preparing you for the worst. He might have remembered only the name Stacy,” That afternoon Governor Stacy and Alicia Lowery arrived at La Guardia Field in Queens in a spec­ ially chartered plane. CHAPTER XXV When the Governor and Alicia Lowery arrived at St. Agnes Hos­ pital, they were told it would be necessary to consult the house phy­ sician, Dr. Stiller, before Mr. Stacy could be seen. When the knock came on the door the doctor was sitting at his desk thinking of Shamrock Stacy and of the drama that was taking place in the young girl's life. He said, ab­ sently: "Come in.” And when he saw the white-hair­ ed, distinguished Stacy, senior, he knew instanly he was Tex’s father. The doctor got up from his desk. "I’m the father of William Stacy,” the man introduced himself gruffly, “and this is Miss Alicia Lowery, my son’s fiancee. We want to see him immediately.” (To be Continued) RESIDENT OF KI11KTON IS BEREAVED OF MOTHER Mrs. Harriet Catherine Proctor, widow of George A. Proctor and mother of Mrs. N. McHardy, Kirk­ ton, died on Saturday in Toronto in her 84th year. Other surviving members of the family are three daughters, Miss Ethel N. Proctor, Mrs. Willard Pole and Miss Mar­ garet Proctor. Sarnia, and four sons John E. Proctor of Winnipeg; Ed­ ward N. and W. Douglas Proctor, of Edmonton. The funeral took place from the family residence, 132 Eu- phemia North. Toronto, Tuesday of last week. Interment was made in Lakeview cemetery. The sad part is - observes Buck Passer - that you could have done without the things the bill collector comes to talk about. * * * "Can you tell me how to wash spinach so as to get all the sand off it?" Sure. Tie it on the end of a fishing polo and hold it under Niag­ ara Palls”. BROOM CORN COMPANY STARTS FACTORY Formalities in connection with the rental of the former C.F.M. fac­ tory by the pioneer Broom Corn Co. Ltd., were completed last week, ac­ cording to Mr. E. L, Box, owner of the building. The company obtains possession on September 1st. There is a considerable acreage of broom corn in this district and this crop will be handled at the Sea­ forth factory. Threshing and baling equipment will be installed on the main floor and the upper floors us­ ed for drying. Racks for this pur­ pose will be built. It is expected that the factory will operate for four months a year and that about 20 men will be required. The lease, Mr. Box, explained, does not include the one storey building to the east, facing on market street, which was formerly used as a kiln. The factory has been vacant since the C.F.M. closed a number of years ago. Three years ago the .building was purchased by Mr. Box. —Huron Expositor Your Next Visit to TORONTO Try Hotel Waverley Located on Wide Spadlna Ave. at College St Easy Parking Facilities Convenient to Highways Rates Single - . $1.50 to $2.50 Double : • $2.50 to $5.00 Four to Room, $5.00 to $6.00 • Close to the University, Parliament Buildings, Maple Leaf Gardens, Theatres, Hospitals, Wholesale Houses, and the Fashionable Retail Shopping District. A. Mi POWELL, PRESIDENT Lumber Shingles Our Prices are the Lowest they have been for several years. If you are building it will pay you to call and get prices. Just think Matched Lumber at $35.00 per M. feet A. J. CLATWORTHY Phone 12 Granton We Deliver DEAD AND DISABLED ANIMALS REMOVED PROMPTLY Phone Collect: Seaforth 15; Exeter 2361; Lucan 12 DARLING & CO. OF CANADA LTD. Johnny Pinktoe (By D. A. Anderson) Johnnie Finktoe had just gone out of the house on a fine winter morning carrying his new snow shovel with him and feeling that of all the men of his immediate neig- borhood he was the most important. He had told his mother that he was going to dig a tunnel so that the gophers and groundhogs would not have to go so far for their dinner. He knew these little animals would not go through his snow tunnel, but as Johnnie said "he was only pretending,” He was passing a small house not far from his own home when he saw an old lady, all crippled with rheu­ matism, trying to dig away the heavy snowdrifts from in front of her door, and Johnnie stopped to laugh at her because she was dig­ ging so slowly that he thought it would be summer 'before she would get the pathway cleared of the snow. But Johnnie did not remain long at the old lady’s front gate, for he knew of a very deep snow drift and was anxious to see how fast he could dig a tunnel through it with his new shovel. Johnnie had never done very much hard work and it had never occur­ red to him that he could'-work fast­ er, and much more comfortably if he removed his heavy overcoat. So he toiled on with his digging and when at last his tunnel was com­ pleted he was so hungry and tired that he put his shovel on his shoul- des, like any other man, and start­ ed off toward his home where he knew his mother would have a good dinner of potatoes and meat, and pie all ready for him, and most like­ ly a good big glass of milk, too. When he was passing the old lady’s house, Johnnie noticed that the path was not all dug out, and the shovel was still there, but the old'lady had gone into the house. Johnnie was so tired that he re­ mained in the house the rest of the day, and went to bed just a little earlier than usual that night. After saying his prayers and being nicely tucked in he soon fell fast asleep. That night Johnnie dreamed about big snow drifts and tunnels He dreamed that he found a snow drift so large that it took him a whole week to dig a hole through it, and even then his tunnel was of no use to anyone - not even the gophers and groundhogs, for these little animals say in holes in the ground all winter and never go through snow tunnels. Next morning when he awoke and was dressed for breakfast, he look­ ed so sad that his Mother thought he was sick. But Johinnie wasn’t, sick, and he soon made up his mind what he was going to do that day. After breakfast he kissed his mama good bye and started off again with his new snow shovel over his shoulder. And this time he went straight to the old lady’s walk and took off his overcoat, and be­ ginning at the gate he worked as hard as he could, and before* noon he had all the snow shoveled out and a nice clean path made all the way from the house to the gate. Johnnie was so tired that after dinner he went to sleep on the sofa and he dreamed that lie was so happy that he wanted to kiss every­ body and he woke up so good-na­ tured that his Mama hugged him and kissed him and called him her own wee sweeteart. And then Johnnie and his Mama went to the store and bought some nice chocolate bars. And if the cow doesn’t try to jump over the moon and get her tail caught in the flying machine propeller, I’ll tell you next time about Johnnie and his new tricycle, The Exeter Times-Advocate Established 1873 and 1387 at Exeter, Ontario Published every Thursday jnornini; SUBSCRIPTION—?2,0 0 per year in advance RATES—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c, each insertion for tint four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c, per line of six word*. Reading notices 10c, per line, Card of Thanks 50-c. Legal ad- yertising 12 and 8c. peT line, Ii Memoriam, with one verse 50o extra verses 25c. each. 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On his return from ser­ vice he had also displayed a good deal of interest in the eatables, es­ pecially the pie and cakes. Some time after dinner he was found sitting in a corner, his hands pressed tightly over his. ribs, and an expression of awful anxiety on his face, causing his Mother to ask: "Why, what on earth is the mat­ ter?" "Mamma," said he, "I’m afraid I’m going to have a wife." # * * Jack: "There’ a lot of favoritism in our house.” Uncle: "Why, Jack, what do you mean?" Jack: "Well, I get punished if I bite my finger nails and when baby puts his foot in his mouth, they think it’s cute."