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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1943-04-01, Page 7j THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE, THURSDAY MORNING, APRIL1st, 1943 5W J1 “Secrets in Love” by Phyllis Moore Gallagher Joan rode along in the bus that afternoon about it, write to Anthony she knew, But something to be be trampled on, proud to mention how she felt about Anthony and if she, Joan, wrote and said a single thin’g to give that care­ fully concealed secret away—and if Peg ever found out-—it would put a barrier between them that could never be spanned. Anyway, thought Joan, it would be useless to write Anthony. An­ thony had loved Peg last autumn, But months had passed since then, Evangeline had com® back into his life. He had been a little in love With her in Shanghai; he was wholly in love with her now or he ■would never have asked her to mar­ ry him- She knew Anthony well enough to be very sure of that. Joan took a pencil out of her' purse then and began to scribble a note to Anthony on the back of an envelope. I might say something like this, she thought. And wrote very carefully: “Peg broke her engage­ ment to Hewitt. She’s obviously in love with some one else. But it cer­ tainly isn’t Paul Stranyan or else she would be married to him at this point. Every one knows how Paul is pursuing her. And since she sees no one but Paul, I can’t imagine who the lucky guy might be. Can you?” Joan changed the wording of that mote several times in her thoughts ■ least hopeful, she turned the fires before she climbed off the bus at low under the pans, sealed her let- and started toward the wondering what to do She thought she might and tell him What Peg’s pride was protected, not to iPeg had been too sole shoes, not looking one like a brilliant and serious inventor, He would careen the curb in the new blue Duncan would come Tiding swiftly Up to the door, a gay young man ip pork pie hat, loud socks and crepe thing young up to roadster which had been a part of their bridal equipment and then . , . Joan put the key in the lock on the front door, conscious of the hard beat of her heart. How would Duncan take the news? A lot of young husbands were scared out of theii* wits when their wives told them. She didn’t want Duncan to be scared. If she was very casual and remote about telling him, he would feel that she wasn't fright­ ened and he’d take it in his stride. In the kitchen she prepared vege­ tables for supper, moving back and forth to the little green-curtained windows in a restless impatience for sight of the blue car. She slip- . ped once on the kitchen linoleum and promptly took a seat in a chair, trembling. Falls were bad. She must be very careful now. 'Foi' this was one bit of business when .men felt horribly responsible. If anything did happen, Duncan would never forgive himself . . . A little later that afternoon Joan 1 wrote a letter to Anthony. She sat kitchen stool, her slim around the posts and cast every now and then bubbling on the stove. on a .high legs curled a green eye at the pots When she had quite finished and was completely satisfied with what she had written, but not in the ! loacl .linnafirl ahn fivmArl f h A Chevy Chase Circle and started iter, put stamps on it walking down the street where Dun- over the Dutch stoop can's bungalow sat, white and prim'uiail box. and Dutch Colonial beneath a group of cedars,Crash! can’s ghastly paleness and the dark tortured eyes; Beg, with her hand pressed dose to her mouth, And then Joan did speak, but not io Duncan or Peg, who bad drifted off beyond her view, who were lost in a waste of air and stars and suns. “Oh, help pie,” she gasped, help me somebody, please help Please,” Chapter XXVII “Qh, me, Duncan Patterson decided cable Anthony in Paris. “Joan isn’t getting any better,” he told Peg, miserably, his eyes bleak and tortured. “She’s just bare­ ly holding her own, if that, No mat­ ter what the doctors say, or how; much hope they have, I—I can see. ■ She keeps calling for Anthony. She ) wants him, Peg. They were always; very close. And if anything hap­ pened . . Oh, God, if . .” He couldn’t finish. He dug his hands down deep in his pockets, turned and faced the wall with his curly dark head press­ ed against it. Peg felt her voice choke in “But she’s going to The doctor said to her get she •that Peg Duncan’s shoulders then him around, imade him “Duncan, you've got to her. You’ve got to! to believe that Joan is throat, well, Duncan, was so young and so strong- she was making a real fight,” caught Duncan’s shoulders and turned face her. fight with You’ve got going to get well.” Duncan said, grimly: “I am fight­ ing. I night . go down on my knees every She Accepts She said: ^'All right, Paul. I look like a muuster. I’ve beeu st i the office all day, you kpow. I’d j be willing to bet that the tip of my nose is glassy enpugh for you to see your reflection in U.'* Paul grinned,* “You know what I said about your pose, Long ago. A masterpiece in miniature— and the tip isn’t glassy- If we were stand­ ing anywhere else but in Dupont Circle, surrounded by .mothers and babies and nurses, I’d kiss that tip.” Peg looked around then for Malzie Darton. Maizie spent every sunny afternoon in Dupont Circle with little Dan. Much to the horror of some of the mothers she would strip him Qf all his clothes, turn him over her knee and let the af-: ternoon sun beat down on his chub­ by back, But Malzie wasn’t there and Paul had her elbow and was ushering her toward the taxi-stand across the Circle. j Because it was a perfect spring night—a night of great steady air, of a sky incrusted with ’ waiter took them to a table on the , He lit the candles undei* tall I cyclone shades, took their order and i for a moment after that stood grin­ ding down at them in a fatuous sort j of way. Then he hurried indoors ’ toward the kitchen, Paul said, chuckling: “He prob­ ably thinks we’re bride and groom. Or just on the verge. I didn’t know I was as obvious as that,” Then his hancl came across the table and caught Peg’s. His fingers held hers finrnly. He said, softly; “Peg, what i are you going to do about me, dear? I know you don’t love me. But I know, too, that you like me. And I love you very much. If you mar­ ried me—and couldn’t take it after all—I’d let you go. I’d never try to hold you. But I have a feeling if you did marry me, everything would turn out all right . . ” LOOKOUT FOR YOUR LIVER! Buck it up right now and fecl like a new person l Your liver is the largest organ in your body and most important to your health. It pours out bile to digest food, gets rid of waste, supplier new energy, allows proper nourishment to reach your blood. When your liver gets out of order food decomposes in your intestines. You be« come constipated, stomach and kidneys can’t work properly. You feel “rotten” -headachy, backachy, dizzy, dragged out all the time. 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Children played in the yards and children’s faces clustered like a nose­ gay at the windows. And the chat­ ter of their voices in play was the best music of all. Particularly now. For very soon Joan Patterson was going to be a mother. Early this morning, knowing she was going in town to meet Peg for luncheon, she had left quite early so that she could keep an appointment with Doctor Marktone, before luncheon. She had sat ing waiting, painfully as were other room with her, in all stages of ex­ pectancy. They had looked—pretty awful. For one moment she had been terrifically frightened. Little chills had run up and down her spine and her hands, in her lap, had turned as cold and clammy as lard. She had thought, fearfully that a girl ought to have a mother at a time ..like this; some one who had been through it and who could tell her everything was going to be all right. And then, just as quickly, she wasn’t frightened at all. She wanted a baby. If she Went through that doo].; and Doctor Marktone just laughed at her for her suspicions, she was quite sure she’d cry her eyes out. Her children would have plenty of money, every advantage and all the love in the world. There wasn’t any reason why she shouldn’t have a large family if she wanted to. Children were insurance against loneliness, children made a home—■ they were the lifeblood of a home. Even with a couple who lo^ed each other as she and Duncan did, with­ out children their love would hold an incompleteness. She had thought then, rather prettily for a hard- boiled little job such as herself, that children would blossoms of the Duncan. be the flowering bud of her love for Writing to Anthopy And now she was home' and it was nearly 4 o’clock and presently Joan wassuddenly her breath short in The McPherson’s 18- in few unguarded moments, heading for the street afternoon’s traffic was monotonous whish and And then running with her throat, months-old toddler had come out of his yard across the street, one of his and was where the making a whir as cars sped past. She saw the curly golden head, the tiny blue-clad figure step down of the curb between two cars. He stood1 a moment sorbed fascination of the plated, bumper. Then he out into the street. Joan tore across the street then in blind fear. Her fingers were on the soft chubby shoulders. She was hurling him ■toward the sidewalk, toward safety. She heard his shriek of fear of in­ dignation . . . After that Joan lay very still in an extraordinary lushness of pain; a pain that swept up from her legs to the very core of her body, ex­ tinguishing all sensation and then blowing it fiercely back into sharp points of fire, a searing torch under her breasts. There was a consciousness of this pain, of something crushing ex­ cruciatingly down upon her small body. She moaned, far beyond all knowing, when internes lifted her carefully from the street and laid her on the stretcher; she moaned again as she was placed in the am­ bulance. In a brief and brilliantly horrible spasm of consciouness she heard someone say: “The baby’s all right. But Mrs. Patterson—she’s pretty far gone. There isn’t a chance in the world for her, I’d say.” ' In the Hospital Joan, lapsed away again, beyond pain, beyond the scream of the siren as the ambulance tore through the afternoon traffic, beyond the quick shrill application of brakes as cars pulled over to the curb and stopped abruptly. There was a soundless dark in which things faintly palp­ able passed and passed again; and then there were voices, curiously far away, curiously agonized. Doctor, you can’t let her die. You’ve got to —do something.” Joan moved her lips and tried to speak to Duncan. But no would come. Some oile said: s-s-s-s.” And that some one a sharp instrument into her Joan opened het eyes briefly that to see the flash of the hypoder­ mic needle in the nurse’s hand, Dun- parked in ab- nickel- stepped words “Ssh- SUnk arm. after No Happiness in the Home When Hlother Is Sick The tired, worn out mother, cannot make a happy home if she is, sick and worried by the never ending household duties. She gets run down and becomes nervous and irritable, downhearted and discouraged, can’t rest at night, and gets up in tho morning feeling as tired as when she wont to bed. 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No matter what people said about him, he was sweet person, a very fine person. (To be continued) 1943—he has a man’s sized job, While his counterpart overseas • writes" a new page in the history of the Church, jumping with the para­ troopers and accompanying Com­ mandos on their toughest raids, the padre at home goes quietly about his many duties. It’s seven week in a job that is one least publicized in the Army. The Army camp of today city organization. IL 1__------------- problems of every-day society. And • so the chaplain takes in every phase of living as does the minister or priest in civilian life. x. If there’s such a thing as a typical Canadian Army padre, he’s a straight-talking “good guy” who is ready at all times to help the sol­ diers. The task of maintaining and improving morale and the religion of troops is but one aspect of his work. A typical weekly report of one chaplain noted the location of suit­ able homes for the wives of soldiers, evening church services, church par­ ades, securing information on mar­ riage laws, a first aid lecture, or­ ganizing a glee club, entertaining 50 officers and men, Holy Communion and pitals. One of the ships protecting con­ voys going to Gibraltar is the Can- adian Corvette Shediac, The naval correspondent of the London Daily Herald, A, J. McWhinnie, spent two weeks aboard the Shediac and, wrote the following story for the BBC, telling, the Canadian crew, destroyed. a U-boat. Shediac’s crew is an Stewart 'Campbell, son Mrs, Arthur Campbell, with, long-range which shadowed and bombed us up survivors in among other things, how in his belief, Among the Exeter ’boy, of Mr, and of town, a They ment outside of Joan’s room in the hospital corridor. Peg had not been allowed to see Joan since that first night when she was brought into the hospital. There had been four operations after that. Only Dun­ can was permitted to see her now; and then, for just a few seconds each day. Peg looked at that closed door now and felt her heart twist and ache in her breast. Beyond it death stood silent and waiting, like a cold- eyed and inflexible taskmaster. -Then Duncan said: “Peg, will you send the cable to Anthony for me?” He dug in his pocket and brought out Anthony’s address and of bills. “I want to hang here,” he went on, “just as they’ll let me. And Peg, think of something to say that won’t frighten Anthony too (much, won’t be too much of a shock. I’m glad Evangeline’s over there with him. She’ll buck him up a little. She’ll be a real comfort. I wouldn’t be surprised if she and her aunt came back on the same boat with him. Maybe he and Evangeline are al­ ready married. We haven’t had a letter from. Anthony in a good long while now.” Peg said: “Maybe they are, Dun­ can. I understand they were to be married in the spring—and this is still spring. Nearly summer, really.” Then her arms were around Duncan. Peg sent the cable that afternoon. Then she turned out of the building and walked briskly around the cor­ ner and across LaFayette Park. Paul Again She Jiad decided to walk home. She was cutting through Dupont Circle, heading for when a hand lightly. A voice darling!” Peg whirled yan, standing handsome, was been the said. you, Georgetown, touched her arm said: “Whoa there, From Directorate of Public Relations Army around. Paul Stran- very tall and very smiling at her. doing double-quick avenue behind you, "I thought I’d never what with traffic “I’ve time up Peg,” he overtake lights and window shoppers and the usual Government horde.” Then his smile dimmed a little. He asked, seriously: "Peg, how’s your sister- in-law? Ally improvement at all? That was a gloriously magnificent thing she did. She must lovable person.” Peg’s mouth trembled “She is, Paul. She’s just swellest kid who ever lived, then she said, very softly: she’s not any better, I’m afraid. The doctors Say she is holding her own. I find some encouragement in that, almost as as I am dreadful, he hasn’t be a very a little, about the ” And “But but-—Duhcan doesn't. I’m worried about Duncan about Joan, He looks He’s thin and gaunt and slept for ail these weekh.” Paul said, grimly: “You don’t look much like yourself either, Peg. Look here, how about having dinner with me tonight? We can go some place for a cocktail now and then dinner down at that place On the Mount Vernon there, I remember,” When she hesitated, his fingers tightened oh liei’ arm, "Please, Peg, Do you realize this is the first time I’ve seen you since the accident. I can’t go much longer, I mean that.” Boulevard. YOU liked it The average man views with a certain amount of alarm his bride’s first attempts at cooking Canada’s young man can 1 vast improvement when is over. , Thousands of girls, graduates of cooking schools, will long have passed the practice stage by the time the conflict is over, and if hubby complains they can answer, “Look here, I helped cook for several thousand men and they managed to win the war on it.” The coverall, work garment of the Army, isn’t used only in such operations as repairing vehicles and in “fatigues.” Soldiers in training also wear the khaki garment, sav­ ing their uniforms from wear, tear, and dirt. When the soldier gets down behind a Bren machine gun or rifle, the coverall takes a beat­ ing but the man’s battle. dress re­ mains clean. Seeing a squad of men dressed in coveralls but wearing the regula­ tion Canadian Army web equipment and carrying rifles, civilians inray wonder if the men ate “playing” soldiers. But the coverall is worn for a sound reason—economy. Of course, the little helpmate Will have to use a different cook book than in the C.W.A.C. The lat­ ter gives a recipe for homemade bread which calls for 100 lbs. of flour and 55 lbs. of warm water, but that, of course, makes 120 loav­ es. Then there is the savory meat loaf recipe that calls for 24 lbs. of ground beef, 24 cups of bread crumbs, 24 eggs, four cups of toma­ to catsup and other ingredients. The Army formula for carno Starts off with 30 of red kidney beans or iiavy beans. At Currie Barracks, in typical camp, *76 student 10 instructors turn but the meals. * ■* ■ * Meet tho Canadian Army padre Of • — but look for the war C.W.A.G. chili con No, 2 tins six lbs, of Calgary, a cooks and the Shediac went a pattern of depth charges. My ears were Plugged, but the terrific din made it seem as, though all hell was breaking loose X>n the ceiling and floor of the world, Shells and bullets whistled, cracked and reared skywards, bombs crumpl­ ed into the sea; depth charges blasted and thundered below the sur­ face, as though a million angry de­ mons were smashing their fury into that particular stretch of ocean. More depth charges from the Shediac. As they went hurtling into the air, I looked across through clouds of gun smoke towards the enemy in the sky, Three Focke- Wulf Kuriers were calling it a day and flying back home. I watched the under-water fight to... the finish, Whatever decision the Admiralty may make about that particular’ U-boat, I am con­ vinced that we got a kill. That is my own opinion, but it is based on per­ sonal experience of nearly 50 U-boat battles. ' 1 Lieut, Clayton, commander of the Shediac, is 44, a member of the Royal Canadian Naval Reserve and a resident of Vancouver., As a civilian he was a master mariner for Imperial Oil. Mary Clayton, lives Victoria, B.C. Sub-Lt. Bush of is 21, a boat builder of Vancouver and graduate of H.M.C.S. King’s College. His father is J. Bush, of Maple Bay, B.C. Ii days a ’ of the ship out of control, her men still on board, and by protecting this has a sitting target for two nights and a It has the same day, we saved the United Nations a big cargo of ammunition. We fought a U-boat while our gunners were fighting bombers overhead. We had so many subsequent fights with U-boats that we ran depth charges three times. Lieut, Every Clayton, couver, captain of the could have returned to port, stead, he went scouring the sea, and on three different days borrow­ ed three lots of depth charges from friendly warships, much as you might borrow a lawn mower from the next door neighbor. The story of the corvette Shediac is the story of the Atlantic battle to this hour. It all started when young Robin Bush, 22-year-old sub­ lieutenant, spotted two fly-like specs in the sky and,hollered out: “Focke- Wulf Kuriers 90, sir.” We had fights German bombers, us for three day twice, We picked an open boat . from a torpedoed freighter. We found another cargo short of of Van- Shediac, In­ His at the wife, Mrs. Royal Oak, R.C.N.V.R., FORMER WOODHAM RESIDENT DAVID W. MILLS, DEES administering visiting hos- approaching. Green and Disposal reveals many in the past Here are a with liquid * ♦ * The Army Salvage Board’s annual report interesting facts on the recondition­ ing of equipment which was regarded as waste, few: Washing and cleaning soap of many artticles such as sun helmets, sheepskin lined coats, web equipment, respirator haversacks and kit bags is done by women in the Returned Stores Group at ord­ nance depots. Rifle pull-through cloths, used for cleaning, are made from old flannelette night shirts and hospital pyjamas. Boot boxes and cartons are sal- Boat Helps the convoy a Cata- Flying We had with flying boat, helping us to lo- and depth charge submarines, saw the Focke-Wulf planes decided on a fight that drove of the Jerries away from the That decision was sheer lina cate She and one convoy, gallantry; the Catalina flying boat is much slower than a Focke-Wulf —a mile a minute slower. The range between the two planes shortened. Their tracer bullets made a fiery necklace in the sky. Then we groaned, as the Catalina started dropping towards the sea. : “The use as containers for reconditioned , Cat’s finished.” But suddenly there boots. Butter boxes fronr R.C.A.S.C. are being used by Ord- j nance to make cases for weapons and vaged daily and shipped for eventual, Someone near me murmured: I I the | were a couple of terrific splashes; the Catalina had dropped her depth charges to lighten her most at sea level she soared Focke-Wulf gave it up. The German planes were with us again next day—-three of them this time, three of them trying to get nearer to the convoy. They met a terrific barrage from destroyers, shoulder behind a stalled 15-cwt.! corvettes, mine-sweepers, and fiom truck to running lightless through i the gunners at the anti-aircraft the night—is being gained by men • guns of the freighters. It was the of the driving and maintenance wing finest barrage I have seen at sea; it kept the bo-mhers high. And in the middle of that fight, our men busy at everything from the four-inch to the light Ack-Ack guns, the Asdic rating called out “contact sir”. The delicate fingers of the Asdic, groping undei* water, had detected a U-boat. This was the,, spring blitz-—simultaneous at­ tacks from the air and from the sea; the bombers trying to divert attention from the activities of the bombs were dropped Then, over the sides of other technical stores. * * * training school that rolls across Saskatchewan prairie is Dun- A the durn’s latest move toward being Canada’s most mechanized centre. Practical experience in military convoy movements—from putting a weight. Al- twisted and back into the sky.The the night—is being gained by men • Suns the freighters, of the driving and maintenance wing, ” school of the 30th Reconnaissance Regiment.The hospital at Dundurn, Sask., J Military Camp will be extended by 100 beds, making it a 200-bed insti­ tution. The contract, amounting to about $4 6,000 has been awarded to Shoquist Bros., of Saskatoon. Chapels for the Regina Garrison and Maple Creek Basic Training Centre have also been authorized. The Regina garrison will have two' buildings capable of holding 500 men each, one each for Roman Catholic and Protestant personnel. U-boats. Several around us. David Wesley Mills, a St. Marys merchant for nearly a quartei' of a century, died suddenly in his 75th year at his home in St. Marys on Saturday. Three years ago Mr. Mills underwent an operation, and- al­ though he had not been in the best of health recently, death was unex­ pected. He was the son of the late William Mills and was born at Woodham, where for many years he was in the butcher business. Before moving to St. Marys he lived for a short period in London. He married Sarah .Clark, who survives him. Two or three years ago they cele­ brated their, golden was a member of St. Church. Besides his widow, son, William Henry, and four brothers, Sydney, Jim and Alonzo, of Woodham, and Tuttle, of Toronto. There are also eleven grandchildren. wedding. He Mary’s United he leaves one of Ingersoll, It has been announced that the Middlesex Huron Regiment (Re­ serve) will go into camp at Thames Valley for two weeks, May 28 to June 11. TORONTO Hotel Woverloy Smmnra Ayx. at Colxeow St. RATES 8ENCNLS - 9&.50 to DOOTKJE - to 900. Spacial Weekly J X. MontUbr Kato* jT A MODERN . . . QUIET . . . WffiJL CONDUCTED . . . CONVENIENTLY LOCATED HOTEL . . . Close to Parliament Buildings, University of Toronto, Maple Leaf Gardens, Fashionable Shopping District, Wholesale Houses, Theatres, Churches of Every Denomination. A. M. Powbll, President Rubber Life-rafts Being Made in Canada ■I A i J INFLATED, READY FOR USE AND RIGHT SIDE UP WITHIN 60 SECONDS A. W. Denny, Goodyear Factory Manager, opens the valve which inflated the first Canadian-made Goodyeai* rubber life-raft. Iden­ tical in principle With the famous rubber raft that kept alive Captain Rickenbacker and his plane crew, the Goodyeai* model looks much like a soldier’s duffle bag before it is opened, and is tucked away near the pilot where he can quickly seize it ih Case of an emergency landing over water. Once in the water, all he has to do is pull a cord and the boat is inflated, ready for use and right side Up within 60 seconds.* * * Second picture shows what hap­ pens : inside the duffle bag a gas “bottle” rapidly releases COa gas when the cord is pulled. This gas feeds into the chambers of the raft, forces off the dome-fastened covei’ of the bag, and the raft opens up in t much the same way as an artificial Chinese flower. Two sectional oars ate easily assembled. In the side pockets of the life­ raft are a hand ptimp, a repair outfit, first aid kit, emergency food and water rations, sea markers and smoke grenades. The raft itself is a bright yellow color to attract the attention of rescuers,* * * Third picture shows boarding the raft which requires the same care and dexterity required get­ ting into a canoe from the water. The airman grabs the opposite side of the raft and throws himself across tile boat, from Which posi­ tion the boarding operation is comparatively easy.