The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1944-03-02, Page 7NEW SERIAL STORY
THE TIMES-ADVOCATE, EXETER ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, MARCH 2, 1944 IF«W f
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by JOHN CAPITOE
The story thus far; The terms of
Bette Vare’s hunt's will stipulated
that Bette must live for two years
£6 the ward of the Parker family.
At the end of that time both she
and Mrs. Parker will receive $200,-
‘OOO, If she marries before the time
Is up, both will receive the money
immediately, Mr.
needs
Bette
fallen
Clare
tive dislike of Clare is vindicated
when she discovers Clare kissing
Verne Mallory, a young attorney.
$he says nothing, fearing to hurt
Michael. Her friend, Stella Brooks,
loves Verne Mallory.
Parker's business
money, so Bob proposes to
but she refuses him. She has
in love with Michael Kane,
Parker’s fiance. Her instinc-
CHAPTER VII
into
she
was
her mind, to discover
was the kind who told
at his side now. The
Bette turned quickly to leave the
library, when Verne Mallory's voice
halted her.
“Please, Miss Vare— ”
Bette hesitated, her hand on the
doorknob—then faced them, trying
to hide the disgust which she knew
must be showing in her face. After
all, she thought quickly, it was none
of her business. If these two loved
each other it concerned no one but
themselves and—she thought with
helpless anger—Michael Kane. And
he was the honest, candid sort who
would never suspect anything.
Verne Mallory was looking down
at her with a twisted smile on his
pale lips.
/I’m sure Miss Vare will under
stand that what she has seen is not
important—that a stolen kiss means
nothing.”
Staring into his glowing eyes^ it
seemed to Bette that he was trying
to bore
whether
things.
Clare
blonde girl managed a laugh which
was meant to convey unconcern,
but which held a tremor of fear.
Clare was calling herself a fool, a
fool to have taken this chance with
poverty looming up ahead like a
dark, threatening cloud. If this lit
tle snip of a country girl told Mi
chael he would believe, and that
would be the end.
She shivered and forced a smile
to her lips.
“I had just told Mr. Mallory of
my approaching wedding.
, voice was suavely bland,
congratulating me.
old friends. The
meant nothing.”
- It seemed to Bette
and lips were numb,
lights, which had been a pale yellow,
were,now tinged with red. Sudden
ly she hated these two with a con
suming hatred, because—yes, be
cause they were cheating the man
she, Bette, loved! She could make
'n.o further pretense; it was a fact
to be faced, a heart-breaking fact.
Her eyes blazed at Clare Parker;
her lips 'twisted:
“I can only repeat what I told
you before”—her numb lips man-
said and felt a rush of pity for
“that Michael Kane has my pro
found sympathy!”
She turned quickly and slipped
from the room. She went blindly
down the hallway toward the rear
of the house, onto the back porch,
and stood there for many minutes,
fighting the rage which consumed
her, fighting the
tight band which
her heart.
“Michael must
whispered after a while. “It would
break his heart. He is good and
fine. It would kill him to discover
that Clare is a cheat.”
She ascended the back stairs and
went to her bedroom, where she
repaired the ravages violent emo
tions had left on her face. She
bathed her face and applied pow-
red, and even a bit of color to
cheeks and lips, for they were very
pale.
She descended the wide front
stairs slowly, listening to the mu
sic flouting up to her, trying to for
get the scene she had Witnessed.
Going into the drawing room, she
encountered Bob, f
We
kiss
ff
“He
are
you
Her
was
very
saw
that her hands
that the room
tears, fighting the
had formed about
never know,” she
“Where in the world have you
been, Bette?” he asked- “I’ve been
looking for you everywhere. Anct
several other fellows—curse them!
—have been doing the same thing,
His voice and smile were
ening, something real in the
ing emptiness, She smiled
him*
“I've been powdering my
“Did it take all that time to pow
der such a small,
asked, laughing.
He held out his
were dancing to
longer sounded gay to Bette. She
saw Michael standing in a corner,
talking with Mr, Parker, saw him
smile
saind
him.
free,
Then she saw Clare dancing with
a tall man with lacquered black
hair, and pity gave place to anger.
Clare was looking into the young
man's eyes, laughing, apparently
quite sure that all was well again,
that Bette would not dare to betray
her.
“Why so solemn,” Bob whispered
in hex’ ear. #
Bette was silent foi* a moment,
trying to master the emotion burn
ing in her brain. She had always
believed that she would nevei’ ex
perience the emotions of love and
hate—and was dismayed by her
capacity for both.,
“It’s nothing, Bob,” she sighed
‘‘Just a touch of headache.” And
more than a touch of heartache,
she added miserably to herself.
“You’ve been avoiding me all
evening,” a laughing voice informed
her, and Michael Kane was smiling
down at her. Then she was in his
arms, beset by happiness, that was
strangely like pain,
that his arms would
that to her.
t “I’ve been wanting
you all evening,” he
you’ve been so rushed,
you disappeared . .
Michael looked down at her
ing hair, and a puzzled look ap
peared in his eyes, a slight frown
•creased his brow. He was
encing an” emotion quite
him, one that had nevei*
him before.
He had thought of this
a quaintly lovely child, but with
liei* softlyzrounded body against his,
he became aware that she was more
than that—that she was a woman,
disturbingly beautiful. He took a
deep breath, and shook his head.
He felt Bette’s head stir against
his shoulder. She was realizing with
a certainty beyond reason
Michael Kane would haunt her
rest of her life. Her eyes met
suddenly.
Michael thought that her eyes
were like water in the sunlight, like
two stars lighting her elfiu face;
and realized, quite suddenly, that
he was being a fool, that he would
alm-ost surely .go on being one.
The music stilled abruptly, and
Samuel Parker’s voice was heard
demanding silence. Their eyes trav
eled to him; saw him standing on
the musicians’ dais. His arms were
upraised; he was smiling a thin, tri
umphant smile,
carried:
“Announcing
and approaching
beloved daughter,
Michael Kane!”
Bette knew that she was going to
faint—knew that she must not faint;
the lights seemed to grow dim, then
became dazzling brilliant.
“What it it, Bette,” Michael’s
voice was low and anxious.
It took all of Bette’s reserve
Strength to answei* him. She said
clearly, “Just a touch of headache,
Michael”—dnd smiled Up at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly and
knew that he was sorry about more
than a headache. “
A week passed after the dance,
and Bette did not see Michael
during that ti'me. He had been to
the house twice, but she had
learned of his intended visits and
had gone to her rooni immediately
after* dinner those two evenings.
II
heart-
WheeL
UP at
nose.”
pert
arms
music
nose,” he
and they
that no
ah something the older man
and felt a rush of pity for
He looked so boyish and care-,
so gay and friendly.
and knowing
always mean
to dance
said;
and
with
“but
then
shin-
experi-
new to
touched
girl as
that
the
his
His strident voice
the engagement
marriage of my
Clare, to Mr,
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Parker had
themselves,
room; Mr.
the library,
chilly and
Tonight she and Mrs,
the drawing room to
Clare was in her own
Parker and Bob were in
The spring night was
the maid had laid a fire in the big
fireplace, before which Bette and
Mrs. Parker sat, Mrs. Parker was
staring sadly into the fire. Bette
patfed her hand comfortingly,
“Hob has told me of your trou
ble,” she said gently. “I want you
to know that I am very sorry.”
Mrs. Parked looked toward the
open library
lowered. “I
Bob about it/
“He told me
banks have given him one more
month to take care of his loans. If
he fails to meet them then it will
mean the end . . ,”
Her voice trailed away discon-*
sotately and Bette was moved by
a profound pity for the woman. She
felt no sympathy for Samuel Park
er, nor for the daughter who was
so like him, but for Vera Parker
and Bob she was genuinely sorry.
“I don’t care for myself”—Mrs.
Parker’s voice was scarcely more
than a whisper. "It’s my husband
and Clare and Bob. Clare is to be
married in three weeks, of course,
and it won’t
—but it will
is h!s life,
difficult for
sort who needs a helping hand in
business.”
Bette’s thoughts strayed to
chael Kane. He was wealthy
obviously generous. Surely
would help the man who was to be
his father-in-law
question sprang to
tarily:
“Won’t Michael
Parker? Surely—”
She saw Mrs, Parker turn pale
and knew, before the older woman
spoke, what she was going to say.
“I tried to get them to tell him,
but they refused. -Clare said Mi
chael might want to postpone the
wedding if he knew. Sam urged
with her, and so—”
“He wouldn’t!” Bette’s voice was
fierce. “Michael isn’t that kind,
isn’t.”
She broke off, conscious of
flushed cheeks, aware that her
gry protestations must sound fool
ish to this sad-faced woman sitting
beside her. She could see it all
very clearly now. Verne Mallory'—
whom Clare loved — was
might, indeed, never be rich.
Clare was taking no chances,
was going to marry, Michael Kane,
rich in his own right and with a
greater fortune coming to him
when his father died.
And Clare would reserve the
right to continue giving her love to
Verne Mallory, cheating the un
suspicious Michael Kane, who—■
Bette’s mind shuddered away from
the thought—was
Mrs. Parker’is
back to reality:
“Bob told me
to you, Bette. I wish you two loved
each other and could be married.
It would save us. But I don’t
blame you. You don’t love him,
and I think you were right in re
fusing to marry him. After all,”
her eyes were shining bravely,
“love is the greatest
They had heard no
started at the voice,
up to find Michael
down at them, and
face was unusually grave. His
moved slightly as if
peating Mrs. Parker's
“Hello, Michael!”
said, smiling gently,
ways loved this handsome boy who
was now engaged to her daughter.
Michael smiled at both of them,
but his smile held little of humor.
He murmured something ‘ appro
priate,
“I'll get Clare/’ Mrs. Parker said#
rising. “I don't think she expected
you tonight.”
Bette stared aftei4 her retreating
form with
didn’t want
chael Kane,
Mrs. Parker
felt her heart racing, felt suddenly
breathless and faint,
She glanced at Michael swiftly.
He was Staring moodily into the
fire; Ills fade Whs Sober.
She saw life lips\nove, heard the
Whispered “Dove is
thing—'-!”
His eyes met her
ironic
“Be you agree with Mrs. Barker,
Bette?” His Voice Was a toneless
whisper.
door and her voice
guess Sam is telling
she said mournfully,
before dinner. The
matter so much to her
kill Sam. His business
It will make things
Bob, too. He is the
Mi-
and
he
so soon. The
her lips involun-
Kane help Mr.
mad
voice
that
Dr. Taylor Speaks
(continued from page 6)
few years to accomplish to give the
requisite bed accomodation. Th eve
should not deter us from starting
but are mentioned purely tp show
that a truly health service for this
country must be built up piece by
piece such as a jigsaw puzzle. The
enduring thought that must be
pasted In the minds of all of us is
that the only health service good
enough for Canada is one that will
serve all the people., The standard
of medical services must be on the
highest plane, and it must continue
to attract the brightest minds to
the medical profession, and the
ter professions associated in the
service of caring for our human
and the prevention of disease,
must at no time become a political
football. To do so it will fail and
the future generations yet to be
born will as a consequence suffer.
In the difficult days that lie
ahead many panaceas will be ad
vanced and in the vanguard of
many of these will be the sugges
tion that by the twist of a political
pen a new vista of utopia Will be
immediately opened to us, with an
abundance of social securities, but
any country that predicts a way of
life mainly on the social securities
is already half dead.
This country was not built by
men whose first thought was of
security. The men who have made
greatness have demanded only op
portunity of a place to work, to en
dure and to accomplish. Let us have
as much security as may be, but not
ties our hands and
the dull level of
SiS-
ills
It
He
her
an
poor;
And
■ She
the security that
drives us all to
mediocrity.
What I cannot
wisdom of the people ever springs
from half-baked judgements. It is
not enough to listen to some plaus
ible orator and say “He promises
well, and therefor I will accept
promises as truth. “That is not
wisdom of democracy. That is
sort of spoon feeding that may
suit in losing our freedom by
fault.
For our new development We must
act—vigorously, boldly and all to
gether—more boldly than we ever
dreamed of doing before—Sit still
and we fail. If we trust to natural
economic forces to work out our
salvation of themselves, we fail be
fore we begin.
The progress made by the people
of Canada, as a whole, and by
every group during the past half
century—in spite of depressions and
wars, a progress which in proportion
to population has not been exceed
ed by that of any other country
during the same period—is suffici
ent evidence to practical people that
the Canadian economy is sound and
favourable to further progress.
First of all in spite of
distractions our hopes
around the home.
Businessmen, Educators,
cians, Economists, all and
take notice—-the .things that favour
the home and family will flourish
in oui' National Life, and things
that injure them will fail. The true
•conception of a rising standard of
living starts there.
Food, clothing, shelter—furniture
and other home equipment—a gar
den and a car—a school, a library,
a church, a hospital—a theatre and
parks, newspapers, books, radio—
telephone and electric lights—roads
sidewalks, trees—the common things
secure the-
is the stan-
believe is that the
the
the
the
re-
de-
modern
revolve
Politi-
sundry,
Our nations prepare for their supreme effort
and, if need be, sacrifice. In that crucial hour,
everything will be thrown into the balance—
the sweat, the blood, the lives, the prayers of
our gallant men. Then, as never before, will
be needed the mercy that is Red Cross to
support and cherish them in their great crisis
It is in their name and against their fast
approaching need that you are asked to
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WINCHELSEA
Miss Kathryn Batten, of Exeter,
spent the week-end with Mrs. Wilma
Veal.
Sunday visitors with Mr. and
Mrs. Wm. Walters were Mr. and
Mrs. Newton Clarke and Burdine,
Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Clarke.
Miss Gladys Batten spent the
week-end with Miss Norma Fletcher.
Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Rodd, of
Woodham, visited on Sunday with
Mr. and Mrs.
Mrs. W. J.
Penhae and
last with Mr.'
Mr. Garfield Brock, of near
Strathroy, spent the week-end with
Mr. and Mrs. Sherwood Brock.
and Mrs. Colen Gilfillan and
visited with relatives at
on Sunday.
and Mrs. Theron Creery,
Frank
Veal
baby spent Tuesday
and Mrs. A. E. Pym.
Garfield Brock,
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Support the Red Cross
about Clare,
•caught her
he proposed
thing!”
footsteps, and
They looked
Kane staring
saw that his
lips
rehe were
\vords.
Mrs. Parker
She had al-
frightened eyes. She
to be alone with Mi-
He saiik into the seat
had vacated, and Bette
smile touched
the greatest
suddenly} ah
his lips,
(To Be Continued)
Brock.
and Mrs. Don.
that serve and make
home and family—this
dard of Ontario.
Manifestly, a rising
living that consists of
omic considerations
10% or 20% more wages would
satisfy nobody if the whole structure
of society slipped down to a lower
level of character and intelligence.
There are few Canadians who would
not rather have a 10% improve
ment in the quality of goods, in
honesty, in goodwill, iu political
sincerity, in National unity, than a
10% advance in wages.
Through the years it has been
made abundantly clear that the very
nature of our free enterprise sys
tem has been to bring us the neces
sities and comforts we require, in
steadily increasing quantity and
steadily improving quality, as each
year passes. These are not the
things that are missed—BUT THE
QUALITY THINGS IN LIFE—for a
standard of living that is not also
a standard of life will not do.
A new law. a redistribution of
wealth, another Government will
not enable a man to make up his
mind to be more considerate, more
courteous, less selfish, more friend
ly and more public-spirited. The
most important Canadian Problems
are not wheat or lumber-—but, in
creased skill, better thinking, finer
aspirations.
The Choice is before us—whether4
we waste the years in futile wrang
ling of a dozen "Pressure Groups,”
each striving to unload its burdens
on the shoulders of others whose
burdens are no less than their own,
or go forward joyfully together to
great happiness and prosperity—as
a nation—in deed and in truth.
Mr.
family
Staffa
Mr.
Marion and James, visited on Sun
day with Mr. and Mrs. George Davis.
Mrs. W. J. Veal and family visi
ted on Sunday with Mrs. Elford of
Exeter, the occasion being Mrs. Bi
ford’s birthday,
standard of
purely econ-
is a ■farce.
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HONORED AT GATHERING
A social evening was spent at the
home of Mr. and Mrs. Roy McCul
loch when friends met and played
progressive euchre. Ten tables were
in play. Lunch was served. Late*r
Mr. and Mrs. Michael Doyle were
made the recipients of a pair of
blankets. The address was read by
Earnest Allen and the presentation
was made by Mrs. Leonard Hou.gh-
ton. Mr. Doyle made a suitable re
ply on behalf of himself and his
bride. The singing of “For They Are
Jolly Good Fellows,” followed.
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The February meeting of the
Hurondale Women’s Institute was
held
Moir on Wednesday, February 2 3rd.
at the home of Mrs. Alvin
Wm. Kernick, 1st vice-presi-
presided over the opening
A \
If Necessary,
To Raise More Food
Mrs.
dent,
exercises and business. A committee
was appointed to investigate the
possibilities of a baking sale and to
report at the next meeting. Members
were reminded of the collection of
salvage fat to be brought in to the
March meeting. Mrs. Clarence Down
gave a synopsis of the “Federated
News.” Mrs. Garnet Hicks, convenor
of Home Economics, was in charge
of the program. Ladies joined in
Singing several community songs.
Mrs. A, B. Irwin was guest speaker
and great interest was shown in her
address on “Honle Economics.”
Violin selections played by Mrs.
Garnet Frayne were greatly enjoyed.
An interesting contest was conduct
ed by Mrs. Garnet Hicks. Mrs. A.
Rundle moved a vote of thanks to
those taking part in the program
and te the hestess. A social time
was spent at the close of the meet
ing. March meeting is to be held
at the home of Mrs. Carman Cann.
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