The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1940-12-05, Page 2THURSDAY, DECEMBER 5th, 1910 THE EXETER TIMES-AD VO CATE
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STARTING THIS WEEK
chapter I
To the casual observer, the Put
nam apartment was a sprawl of
sunny and desirable rooms, fur
nished with taste and elegance,
breathing an atmosphere of valuable
and well-bred distinction. It was
plain to even the darkest eye that
much care and
pended on it.
But a critical
cover a trail of
nificent antiques, a neglected droop
to the heavy damask curtains, a film
upon the long wide windows. The
handsome rooms,
some
were
down
In
andra Putnam sat enthroned at her
Louis XVI desk discussing an im
portant xnattei’ with her son, Lyle.
She
and
ite
Her
"I see no alternative,
to Lyle, “but marriage.”
Lyle Putnam’s eyes flared
sudden rebellion. “But I don’t
the girl!” he protested.
Alexandra remained unruffled.
“Jill is a charming youngster.” she
smiled serenely, “and
right wife for you.”
Lyle exploded into
“How many times do
say—”
cost has been ex-
glance might dis-
dust on the mag
like the hand
people who lived in them,
becoming ever so perceptibly
at the heel.
the sundrenched study, Alex-
was a large woman, imposing
majestic, with a hint of gran-
behind her flawless features,
voice was calm, cultured,
1 she
cold.
said
with
love
exactly the
open rage.
I have to
The Ultimatum
His mother’s voice cut across the
syllables with the deft sharpness
of a surgeon’s scalpel. ‘‘If you tell
me once more that you're not in
love with her, I shall go quietly
mad. Nobody is asking you to fall
in love with her. All I say is—”
“That I have to marry her.” Lylo
finished the sentence with vicious
emphasis. “Or else—”
“Or else learn a trade. You’ve
tried bond selling and insurance
with an equal lack of success. Lyle.
You haven’t made enough money in
the last three years to pay your
gasoline bills. Frankly, you have
no business ability. Or perhaps—”
her tone was edged with steely
scorn—“perhaps you’re lazy.”
“Can I help it,” the son grew
petulant, “if times are hard and
nobody has any money to buy?”
Alexandra curled hei’ fine lip. “If
you spent less time at cocktail
parties and more on the job, you
might find it easier
ever, let that pass,
your record to date
thing but impressive,
money. We need money
ately, iLyle.”
“Damn money!” he son
a cigarette with an angry
“Money isn’t everything!”
Alexandra’s ^intelligent gray eyes
appraised him accurately. “No,
money isn’t everything. But un
fortunately some people need more
of it than others. It’s an undeni
able social problem, but it exists,
nevertheless. Now the
mains—”
Lyle tore the sentence
“The fact remains that I’h
the Morton money like—like
gigolo.”
“Few gigolos,” his mother
swift to remind him, “enjoy
expensive background and
rating.
.■sensible and face this thing, Lyle.
We simply cannot go on the way
■we have been living. The rental
of this place is simply fabulous. I’ve
had to let the servants go, one by
one.
have
have
voice
tunities are better than mine.”
“What happened to all the money
Dad left?”
“That,” said his mother curtly,
“has been going for the last ten
years to provide good schools for
you, club memberships, a suitable
address, English tweeds and cus
tom-made shoes—and —pin money.
to sell. How-
You’ll admit
has been any-
And we need
desper-
mashed
finger
fact re-
in half,
to marry
any
was
your
social
Now you may as well be
Our bills are appalling. We
no reserve left. One of us will
to marry for money—” her
dropped— “and your oppor-
means
The principal symptom of bron
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accompanied with a rapid wheezing
and feeling Of tightness across tho
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There is a rising of phlegm, espe
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is at first of a light color, but as
the disease progresses becomes yel
lowish. or greenish, and is sometimes
streaked with blood.
You will fihd in Dr. Wood’s Nor
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subdue the inflammation, soothe the
irritated parts, loosen the phlegm
and mucus, and help nature to easily
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Illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
You’re an undeniable asset, Lyle,
but a very expensive one. Now un
less you eaxx discover some way of
earning money, lots of money—and
your talents (lon’t run in that dir
ection, we’re—’’
Worse Thaw Penniless
sup“Penniless is the word, I
pose?” He smiled obliquely.
“Worse thau penniless, Lyle. We
have debts—”
He shrugged carelessly. “Every
body has debts.”
Alexandra’s mouth hardened.
“Not like ours,” she said pointedly.
“If you decide not to ask Jill Mor
ton to marry you, then you’d bet
ter find some way of earning a liv
ing. Y’ou’d make a handsome
chauffeur. Or perhaps even a danc
ing instructor. I can’t think of
anything else you do well. I can
go East and live with Cousin Mar-
ilia. We’ll have to sell the car, my
pearls, the antiques—everything.”
Lyle’s voice teetered between
shock and amusement. “Now. Moth
er, things can’t be as bad as all
that.”
She
fingei’
home,
two—and you never could—
appreciate what all these
mean. We’re—against the
Lyle. We can’t
longer.”
Lyle lit a cigarette from the relic
of its predecessor, avoided his moth
er’s eye. “Suppose,” he said de
liberately. “that I happen to oe
in love "with another woman?”
Alexandra looked at him intent
ly fox* a moment. “In that case, she
said, “I can only hope you’ve chos
en one with good financial stand
ing. Have you, Lyle?”
Lyle created a uebula of careful
smoke rings, ignored the anxiety ixx
hex’ tone. “Suppose Jill Morton
■won’t have me? Suppose she isn’t
in love with me?” he finally de
manded.
“It will be necessary,” Alexandra
sharpened the words on her impa
tience, “ to persuade Jill that she
is in
She’s
love,
cult
what
She watched her son intently. So
handsome, so slim and dark and dis
tinguished,
and selfish,
ly: He was
too much,
ness and
strength, I’m impatient with him.
‘‘This isn’t easy, Son," she said,
voice and glance softening. “I sup
pose it’s my fault, I’ve managed
things badly. I wanted you to have
—so much. I deliberately closed
my eyes when I knew we were get
ting beyond our depth. I did it—
fox’ your future. I’d hoped you’d
fall in love with some one—suit
able.” She sighed. “Is there any
reason why it should be more diffi
cult to fall in love with a wealthy
girl than with a poor one?”
Lyle Agrees
Lyle dropped a relieved kiss on
his mother’s beautiful white hair.
“Weep no more, my lady,” he grin
ned. “Our problem is solved. I
and I alone will save you. I’ll get
hex- in a corner one of these days
and speak my pretty piece."
“You’ll ask hex* Saturday night/'
Alexandra remarked coolly. “At
the Alan Carter Ashby’s party—in
the little study on the first floor.
They have a fire on the hearth,
The room is small—and romantic.
Hardly anyone knows it’s there.
I’ve had my own engagement ring
reset fox’ you.” She smiled. “I have
also ordered a corsage of white vio
lets for Saturday,
vorite flower.”
Mothex’ and soxi
challengingly, the
dark and sulky; the mothex’ agxn
and strong and determined.
"You were pretty sure of every
thing, weren’t you?” he asked slow
ly.
“I know you bettex’ than yoxx
alize,”
They’re her fa-
faced each other
boy young and
•S
said Alexandra Putnam.
re
tapped a bulky folder with a
obviously manicured at
If you could add two and
-you’d
bills
wall,
go backward any
love with you. She’s young,
romantic. She’s in love with
You ■shouldn’t find it diffi-
to convince her that you’re
she wants.”
So unutterably weak
She thought regretful-
all I had. I loved him
I reared him in weak-
now when he needs
Lyle’s Idea of Love
can
me,
length of the
the desk. “If
offered tenta-
with a startl-
“Love isn’t something you
turn off and on like an electric
light” Lyle flared into unreason
ing fury. “This is my life. I have
the right to live it my own way!”
His mothex’ looked, for one swift
instant, old and defeated. “Yes,
it’s your own life, Lyle and nobody
can live it but you. I want you to
do the thing that will- make you
happiest. That’s the most impor
tant thing in the world to
whether you realize it or not.”
ILyle prowled the
room, back again, to
she takes me—”he
tively.
Alexandra thought
ed pang of remembrance: How like
his father he is. Impatient and
headstrong—and helpless.
“If who takes you, Lyle? Jill—
or the other girl?”
“We were talking about Jill,” he
said evasively. “If she takes me,
I suppose that would mean an early
wedding?”
Alexandra nodded.
He Whistled ruefully. “I was
afraid of that. However, Jill's a
nice girl. Pretty, too. And a good
sport. We’d — get along.”
His mothex* agreed.
“Her father,” Lyle’s mind scam
pered ahead to new and alluring
vistas before him, “would probably
give me a good job. Not much
work but a fine salary.” Bitterly,
“Rich men do that when their
daughters marry poor but hones*
youths.” Then a thought crossed
his mind and he brightened. “He’d
probably even, settle a nice figure
on her.”
“John Morton/’ Alexandra con
ceded graciously, “would be more
than fail’. And, besides, When Jill
is 25 she inherits her mother’s mon
ey. Not an enormous sum, but—
enough.”
Father and Daughter
Morton home was less beau-
appointed than the apart-
shared by Alexandra and
order that pervaded every
T h e mahogany shone
no patina of dust. The
were invisible barriers,
with symmetrical
“I 'hope,” he said sev-
“that you'll be home early
change, young woman.”
kissed her father irreverent-
his bald spot. “It’s Saturday
“Besides, I’m
I’m twenty.”
The
tiflilly
ment
Lyle Putnam. The difference lay
ixx the atmosphere of care and me
ticulous
room,
through
windows
Draperies lxung
pride.
Fom the depths of a heavy leath
er chaix1 John Morton surveyed his
only child,
erely,
for a
Jill
ly on
night,” she chided,
not a baby any more.
“Not old enough to vote,” he re
minded.
Hei’ sxnile was teasing. “But old
enough to get married.”
“Any prospects?” The question
was casual, but John’s heart pump
ed worriedly.
“Dozens,” she boasted. “But
don’t you fret. I won’t desert you.
I’ll be an old xnaid, a prop and stay
to your declining years.”
He said wryly: “I’m not ready to
decline yet. Going to Ashby’s par
ty tonight?”
Beneath the swirl of copper curls
hex’ eyes burned unusually blue.
“Naturally,” she said. “I’m going
with Lyle Putnam.” Her smile was
careless, but hex’ glance was wary.
“Handsome boy, hex’ father con
ceded grudgingly and watched the
color sweep her cheek and throat.
“Nice boy,” said Jill with quick
defiance. “All the girls are simply
mad about him.”
“Are you?”
Jill Admits It
alive/’
would
to do.”
twenty
admir-
“Maybe.” Her eyes met his, em
barrassed him with their ardent
admission.
“Jill—” he began, then stopped.
What could a father say to a beau
tiful and reckless and spoiled crea
ture, tipsy with the heady wine of
youth. “If only Louise were
he thought wistfully, “she
know what to say and what
But ILouise was gone these
years.
He watched his daughter
ing herself proudly in the tall wall
mirror. She viewed herself care
fully from a dozen angles, fussed
with ‘her copper halo of curls, fluff
ed the long froth of daffodil-yellow
skirt.
“I must say that old man Morton
has a killer-diller daughter,” she
punctuated her boast with an im
pertinent grimace. “Good night,
darling.” A second red heart was
printed on his bald spot. “Now
don’t wait up for me,” she ordered.
A whiff of valuable scent, a rustle
of skirt, the tap of high, determin
ed heels on the parquet floor, the
tinkle of bracelets—and John was
alone.
He heard her voice in the hall be
low, young, eager, ardent. He vis
ualized her smile, bright and tell
tale and vulnerable, wasted— wast
ed—.
He took a typewritten report
from his pocket, scanned for the
hundredth time. Alexandra Put
nam’s statement of her finances
was not more detailed than this.
“Paupers,” John Morton growled,
“If I thought for one minute that
he was after hex' money, I’d—I’d—”
She was beautiful and gallant
and debonair. She was
Morton had. The best in
was not good enough for
she loved Lyle Putnam.
The Proposal
At midnight, Jill left
and gayety of the Ashby party back
in the ballroom and turned down
the quiet, dimly lighted hall. Het
fingers on the heavy knob trembled
all John
the world
her. And
the noise
stood a mo-
the semidark
sound beside
laugh. And
slightly. “In fifteen minutes,” ho
had breathed against her hair, “I
have something—important — to
tell you.” Something important—n”
She closed the door quietly be
hind her. The room was unlit and
only a singing fire on the hearth
painted light and shadows on the
paneled walls, She
ment, uncertainly, ixx
ness. There was a
her, Lyle’s delighted
then she was iu his arms.
“You’re late,” he reproved.
“I couldn’t get away.” Jill drew
away from him. “Henry Farrar—”
“Henry Farrar,” he stated ‘de
cisively, “should have been drown
ed at birth. Oh, Jill—I—” He
pressed his face against the coro
net of coppei’ curls.
Jill laughed, a timid, unsure,
half-frightened sound. “You’re—
crushing my flowers, Lyle.”
■He held her at arm’s length,
smiled slowly, tenderly. “Do you
mind?”
“Not very much,” she looked in
tently into his face, then lifted her
lips to meet his kiss.
He was thinking;
little thing. I do
not like Valerie, of
the same thing at
sweet,
take.
She won’t
Declaration
She’s a sweet
like her. She’s
course. It’s not
all. But Jill’s
be too hard to
of Love
Jill was thinking, in . time
rapturous rhythm of her
And
to the
heart: I suppose I’ve always known
it would be like this. A quiet room,
a fire on., the hearth, shadows on
the wall, music ixx the distance—
and Lyle. I suppose I was born
knowing this would happen to me.
“I — love you, Jill.”
“And I love you, Lyle.” Thus so
simply, so completely the pattern
of dreams matched the pattern of
reality.
“Will you—marry me, darling?”
Now, he thought, it’s done. And it
was easy. So easy. She smiled hap
pily, and Lyle winced at the devo
tion in her eyes. “Will you marry
xne, Jill?”
“Of course,” said Jill serenely.
He drew her down to
field before the fire,
cheek against his own.
“Whenever you say,
The suddenness of
struck hex’ like a blow.
“We’d have to tell
Jill explained, seriously, “and you’re
mother. I
into a big
fixings—”
“All the
twisted the
“but if yoxx
“All I want is you,” said Jill.
“I’m not.” lie heard himself sav
ing slowly, “‘half good enough for
you.” And was amazed to discover
that he meant it.
Jill linked hex’ fingers in his,
laughed gently. “Let me be the
judge of that. We’ll be happy to
gether. We were made—for each
other. That’s a silly thing to say.
isn’t it? I suppose all people ixx
love feel that way, but—funny—it’s
as though I were the first persoxi in
the world ever. to say it—and
the first to hear.”
“I haven’t a thing to offer
Jill,” he said, honestly.
‘‘I've enough for a dozen.”
stopped his protest with a deter
mined hand.
who
want
you?
other
the chester-
cradled her
“Soon?”
Lyle.”
his answer
“Tonight?”
Dad first,”
suppose they’ll talk us
wedding, with all the
pagan trappings.” Lvle
phrase with impatience,
want them—”
you
you.
Jill
“If you were the one
had the money, silly, you’d
to share it with me, wouldn’t
Why shouldn’t It wovk the
way round?”
The Money Question
thought bitterly, ‘‘If I wereHe
the one who had the money—-if 1
were the one who had the money,
Jill, I wouldn’t want to share ii
with you. That’s where you’re
wrong and mistaken. I’d ask VaJ-
erie Brooke to marry me. But J
don’t have any money, Jill, and
Valerie Brooke wouldn’t marry a
poor man. That’s why I’m trying
to do the best I can with my life.”
But he said, “A man doesn’t want
to be dependent on a woman.”
Jill’s eyes were serious in the
dancing light of the fire. “You’ll
never be dependent on me, Lyle.
Everything I have is yours,
as I’m of age, I’ll sign it
you. Then—” a burst of
“I’ll have to come and ask
carfare and lunch money.”
“Why couldn’t I have fallen in
love with Jill instead of Valerie?”
■Lyle asked himself bitterly. “Val
erie’s not half the woman Jill is.
Valerie is froth and
strong heady
sun and wind
I’ll make her
himself;
least.”
Jill
fingers',
cover you were in love with me?”
she asked. “Or were you like me
—did you know it all the time?”
“But I’m not in love with you/’
he wanted, ironically, to tell her.
“I’m too fond of you to be in love
with you, if that makes any sense.”
The Engagement Ring
But Lyle merely smiled, drew her
closer into his arms. “I’m not very
good at ancient history,” he ad
mitted. “Now about a ring and all
that business,” he fumbled awlG
wardly in his pocket and drew out
a small velvet box. “I wish I could
tell you it’s hew, that it cost a mint,
that it's the Kohinoor’S twin bro
As soon
over to*,
mirth—
you for
“I’ll
flame and
Jill—Jill is
fresh water,
he promised
i.t
wine.
and cool
happy,”
do that much,
teased his ear with tender
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ther. It isn’t. I couldn’t buy you
the sxnallest chip of a stone oxx my
income.” He slipped a magnifi
cent solitaire on her finger.
—didn’t earn this, Jill. It—
mother’s engagement ring,
wanted you to have it. And tlxe
Putnam pearls, too. That’s about
—all we have left.” he confessed.
Jill stared at the stone, blurred
and vague through lxer tears.
“That — was sweet of her,” she
said gravely “Shall we tell her
now?”
Lyle might easily have said’, “Tell
her? She knows already. SLp
planned it all—ring, setting, vio
lets, everything—”
He merely tucked her arxn close
ly ixx his and said, “Yes, she’d —
like to know.” ,
Jill turned to face him at the
door. I love you so much.” she said
intensely, “that I’m afraid. Afraid
I’ll wake up and find this is all a
dream,. I wish I weren’t so much
in love with you.
—safer1”
Jill Breaks
Next morning’s
foamed into Jill’s bedroom, etching
hone.y-hued shadows on the wall,
weaving new golden patterns on
the soft Chinese rug. All "the olri
familiar verities surrounded her—
the same soft rose hangings, the
same sleek modern appointments—•
so old. so familiar, yet today new
and fresh a n d bewilderingly
strange.
Jill lay quietly ixi bed. slipping
back to wakefulness gently and eas
ily. It was no dream, after all.
The brilliant diamond on hex’ fin
ger gleamed reassuringly. Lyle
loved her. They were to be xnar-
ried. The whole world spun or.
that theme.
The little square clock on the
night table revealed the hour—8.
Usually Jill did not join her fathex’
and Aunt Lucy fox- breakfast, but
this morning—this morning was
different. She hurriedly showered,
brushed hex’ hair, slipped into a
quilted robe.
John Morton and Aunt Lucy
glanced up in surprise as she swish
ed into the dining-room.
“Do you think," Lucy addressed
hex- brothei’ with a troubled frown,
“that she suffers from insomnia?
Should we call Dr. Huston?”
Jill distributed kisses and swept
gx’audly to her chair.
“No insomnia. I came to break
fast,” she announced, “because I
had some news for both of yo'u.”
John Morton bent over his melon,
said nothing eloquently. Aunt
■Lucy’s eyebrow arched with quiet
curiosity.
“You don’t seem interested, eith
er one of you,” Jill wrinkled her
engaging nose. “And it’s very im-
uortant news. It will shock you
right out of your chairs.”
Johxx Morton carefully placed his
spoon on
daughter,
he said.
All the
had planned deserted her.
merely flushed darkly, held out her
hand. The diamond winked bright
defiance.
“The Putnam boy?” Boards of
Directors had wilted before the
orton frown, but Jill simply smiled.
Her voice was deceptively meek
“You don’t — approve?”
John Morton's square
mered the table Dishes
“That fortune hunter!
thinks-
Jill’s
erated.
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early sunlight
Lyle. I’d feel
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his plate, turned to his
“I think I can guess,”
clever, bright words Jill
She
fist ham-
quivered
If he
accents were Quietly refrig-
“I happen to love him."
(To be continued)
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Easy Parking
Convenient to
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Single -
Double : „.......„ „
Four to Room, $5.00 to $t.H
to tho University,
Facilities
Highway*
$1.50 to $LH
$2.50 to $5.00
Close; L v,,;.™
Parliament Bulidinfl#
M 3 p 16 L m f Gardens,
Hospitals, wholesale Houses, and
the Fashionable Retail
Shopping District.
A, M, POWELL, President
USBORNE & HIBBERT MUTUA1
FIRE INSURANCE COMPANY
Head Office, Exeter, Ont.
President ............ JOHN
Kirktom R. R.
Vice-President .... JOHN
Dublin, Ont.
HACKNEY,■»
McGRATH
DIRECTORS
W. H. COATES ................... Exete.
ANGUS SINCLAIR .... Mitchell, R. 1
WM. HAMILTON ... Cromarty, R. 1
T. BALLANTYNE ... Woodham, FL 1
AGENTS
JOHN ESSERY ................. Centralia
ALVIN I<. HARRIS .... Mitchell R. 1
THOS. SCOTT .......... Cromarty
SECRETARY-TREASURER
w. F. BEAVERS .............. Exeter
GLADMAN & STANBURY
Solicitors, Exeter
B.
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
Quartermaster Sergeant: “Well,
speak up there, Buddy. How do you
want your uniform? Too big or too
small?"
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