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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-01-23, Page 6PAGE SIX WINGHAM ADVANCWIMEB Thursday, January 23, 1936 A V l> lshbel Ross SYNpPSIS: .... A luxurious five- mortth cruise around the world aboard the “Marenia" brings together a group of passengers for adventures, romantic, entertaining . . and tragic , Like in “Grand Hotel” these pas sengers offer a study in human ac tions and reactions, which uncon sciously bare their souls, . . These characters, are aboard the ship: Mac duff, dour Scotchman, single, of mid dle age; Miss Mudge, school teacher, spending the savings of 20 years; Angela, faithful wife of Lovat, gigolo: Dick Charlton, first officer;. Claire, a person of experience; Joan, a dissi pated flapper; Jenny, run-away wife,, and Peter; Captain Baring, master of the ship . . . and his soul. . . NOW, He me “Why aren’t you crossing India?" he asked her. “Because I didn’t want to?’ What did she mean by that? watched her thoughfully, “Tell about yourself, Joan,” he said, abrupt ly- . . “Tell you what?” “Oh, everything —- who you are, what you are, why you are? Don’t think me rude, I’m interested.” “Do you care, really?" “I'd like to know. It might help me to understand you.” “Old Southern family, boarding- schools, beaux, plenty of money one day, and not a sou the next,” said Joan flippantly, “And love in abun- GO ON WITH THE STORY. Stealthily Joan started toward Dick’s stateroom, then stopped to survey the situation. The rotunda was rather wavery tonight. She dawdled among the plant, dipping her fingers in the water. She must re-' member sometime to catch a gold fish and take it to her room. Mr. Stein had told her that he had put one in his pocket, and it had wiggled so much that he had flung it over board into the sea. Joan laughed out loud. She liked people who did things like that. Joan moved slowly away from the mountain and knocked at Dick’s door. It was opened at once, but not in a friendly way. “Joan, you here? What do you want?” “I want to talk to you. Let me in.” Dick looked down the corridor; he was annoyed. “All right then, come in, but you’ve no business to come here. I’ve told you so repeatedly.” Joan straightened up. “Dont’ be ridiculous, Dick,” she told him, sol emnly. "I can’t think why you’re so severe. You’re not cut out to be a reformer,” She walked in, ignoring his frown ing brows, and seated herself on the sofa. Taking her time about it, she crossed her legs and lit a cigarette. “Got any brandy?” she asked. “Yes,” said Dick,” shortly. “Want some?" He poured out two liquers and drank his own in sips. “You’ve no business to come here,” he said. dance, if that’s what you choose to call it. It’s been hectic enough, but not very satisfying.” Dick watched the pulse that throb bed in her throat, the ripeness of her lips, her disordered red hair, the shadowy hollow of her bosom. “I’ve never done anything with my life,” Joan went on, “just messed about, staying up late every night and sleeping every mornihg—killijng- time in between. Restaurants, speakeasies, the theatre and places to dance—for getfulness for a little while. I was caught in a tangle of excitement .be fore I knew what I was doing, Dick, and here I a'm, gay at night, and ready to kill myself when I waken up in the morning.” Joan held up her glass, watching it through the light with fingers that trembled. She walked over and sat on the arm of Dick’s chair, more sob er now than when she had come into the room. How hard if was to make him 'understand the muddle of -her life! Always meaning to make things better, always sinking a little lower. She curved her arm around his neck and leaned her cheek against his tem ples. Gently she stroked his hair, and let her lips stray over his face in car essing butterfly kisses. Dick sat with out moving, until her mouth reached his. Then he seized her firmly and swung her into the circle of his arms, “Cherub,” he murmured, “you get your way, don’t you? I ought to slap you, but instead you've forced, me to make love to you.” He caught her roughly in his arms, * * * Next morning he regarded her cold ly across the breakfast table in the dining-room, regretting his impulse of the night befpre. Joan looked appealingly at him ac ross the table, dimly aware of his thoughts. What did love mean to her, anyway? Nothing, except the excite ment of the chase. It was’really only when she was tipsy that she aban doned herself to the more advanced stages of love. What a long proces sion of men had loved her once, and slipped out of her life, while she wait ed at home for their telephone calls! It sickened Joan to think of it. She had been jilted so often that fear was a fixation with her now. Yes, she was a mess. Now Dick! Joan helped herself to marmalade and thought that he was the most attractive man she had ever known — just as she had suspected. He did not need her at all; that was painfully obvious. She envied people who knew how to run their lives and control their own destinies. Dick was looking at her searching- ly. Miserable, she turned away from his sagacious scrutiny. Suddenly Dick GRAND OLD MAN CELEBRATES 92nd BIRTHDAY . • <. ... • ijitu,*7nriiTT(pfnrfWniti,'oirrr«i»|TrmtTTniniiTiriiirTiini‘n t ieit touched. It gave him no pleasure light is perfect tonight and we might to-see anyone unhappy or disappoint-, not catch it again. Tomorrow night ed. He knew, from his experience a might rain. with women, that the worst hurt of all was frustration, for it touched when they returned to their hotel from seeing the taz and the Ganges at Agra, India. They found Macduff at work on a new kind of cocktail. He was get ting on with his list. He had crossed off the Blue Blazer in Jerusalem, the Sidecar at Shepheard’s, the Jabber wack at the Mena House, the Bom** bay Special at Bombay, the Thunder clap at Agra, and was now due to try the Union Jack at Benares. He had decided not to go out on the Ganges, for before and knew event, he had a race that did not joying himself considerably and had no desire to look at the spindly legs of so many miserable men*. It pleas ed him to sit on a wide and shady veranda with a glass in front of him, and a fakir trying to screw a penny out of his pocket. Macduff chuckled to* himself at the mere idea of anyone getting a farthing for nothing from him. He was really enjoying the voy age more than he would admit. The roisterers were settling down, and nobody bothered him now. Miss Mudge was a bore—too skitterish. He had avoided her ever since Monte Carlo. Mrs. Wynant seeined like' a sensible person, - but he thought it dangerous to pass the time of day to any woman on a boat; she might turn out to be another Mrs. Langford. His place in the bar was sacred now, He had glared every intruder out of his corner seat, and it was just as much boycotted as if a placard were up: “Reserved for Macduff. The dog will bite.” ■ For some one who. never spoke to a soul, Macduff had extensive know ledge of his fellow passengers. He spotted many things they did not know about one another—that was one of the advantages of sitting back and holding’one’s tongue. Life would be simlpe for a great many people if only there were less talk. Macduff downed his fourth and rose in a mellow mood to eat his lun cheon. As chance would have it, there wasn’t a vacant chair in the place except across from Mrs. Wynant. Well, he could'stand looking at her. He sat down and reached for the menu. “Good-morning, Mr. Macduff. Have you been on the river?" Angela enquired, turning her dark eyes full on his face. Macduff had never had any trouble in -.being rude, and had cut more cordial advances than this, but the four Union Jacks were behind him, the sun was bright, and he lik ed the way that Angela did her hair. He thought he would unbend. “No,” he said. ,“I suppose you’ve seen it before and then it doesn’t ^matter. I took Patty Arundel with me, and it made her ill. Hj'giene, you. know. They None of them felt like luncheon Another milestone in a life which has become part of Ontario's tradi* lion was reached by Sir William Mu* jock on Jah. IP when ho celebrated his 92nd birthday. A tall, straight* »ferttiredj distinguished figure, Ort* tario’s chief justice may look back ov er scores of years into a past filled with the romance of a young, strug gling country. And with a detach ment which doesn’t count the years, he may look into the future. Sunday, Ontario’s Grand Old Man was and Ontario affectionately wishes long life and good health. Sir William is seen here in the drawing room of his home in a specially posed photo graph. 92, him them in their pride. Besides, she couldn't help jt, “Don’t be funny,” she said. Dick shook her impatiently. “Don't wise-crack, Joan. It doesn’t become you. I’m in earnest- You’ve got to . stop drinking, and I’m going to make you.” She flashed him a wistful glance- j “It’s no use, Dick; I’m sunk, It’s the only relief I have. I'd do any- • thing for you; but not that.” - , “Promise me you will for a week,” • His voice was urgent., Joan laughed . in his face; , “All right; it's a go,” she said, “be- . ginning today. Watch me." “Good girl!” . Funny, thought Dick, walking away from the dining-room, he was teacli- . ing one woman to drink and another .. to swear off. Undoubtedly it was the [ right prescription in both cases. He . couldn’t imagine that Miss Mudge . was ever going to touch a drop when, she returned to the States. Mean- i while, it would be a pity, if she went home to Ohonto without a few mem ories of downright wickedness. It was a, great relief to have all these people off the boat, Three weeks of comparative freedom! Hi's face was puckered with the sun as. he moved away from the rail and .passed a row of empty deck chairs. Hello! here was* Miss . Mudge, still on the boat for some mysterious rea son, and under one’s feet as usual. Today she was dressed in some sort of gingham thing—Jier tropical cos tume-—with a hat like a coal-scuttle upside down. God! how he hated white cotton stockings. He stopped at her side and greeted her. “Hello! You here?” Miss Mudge was_blushing violently. She sat up straight, and the stockings disappeared from view over the side of her chair. Was he dreaming, or had she paint on her cheeks at broad noonday, and shockingly misapplied? Good for Miss Mudge! She was get ting on. Lipstick and sheer stockings next. Miss Mudge’s responsive face was suddenly lost in a cloud. She rustled her papers, then lifted her head with a perky air and answered him: “No, I’m not going across India. I’m stay ing right here on the boat.” He checked an exclamation of sur prise. “That’s topping,” he said. “We’re going to have.fun together. I always Stay with the boat, so I shall show you Bombay. Shal we start tonight?” Miss Mudge brightened, like a lamp that has just been lit. “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Charlton. I’m sure India couldn’t be any better than the Holy Land.” “Were you so impressed by that?" “More than- words can tell.” Her voice sank to an awed whisper. “Jer usalem was just like the colored Bi- i ble scrolls1 we used to have in our Sunday School. It seemed so strange, after all these centuries, to see men walking the cobbled streets with their crooks and their beards, and looking the same as they did in our Lord’s day. And I’ll never forget the night we drove up from the Dead Sea and thought we saw the Star of Bethle hem. Agatha always -wanted to see Gethsemane and the River Jordan, so I’ve brought her a bottle of water from the river. Agatha’s never even been to New York.’’, . ■ Miss Mudge’s voice trailed off in a diminuendo of feeling. Yes ,the Holy Land had glamour. The train whirled through the In dian night and dust poured in the windows like desert sand. Angela lay awake, staring at the shadows on the ceiling, in the stuffy compartment she shared with Fatty and Mrs. Mintop. Pounding .wheels beat on her brain, disturbingly different from the vibra tion of the boat. Patty tossed uneas ily on her hard bed behind the green curtain'that shut her off from Angela. Her aUrtt slept peacefully, with all her anxious nights behind her ill the past. “Patty,” whispered Angela, “are you asleep, dear? I thought I heard you tossing.” “No, I’m Wide awake and choking with dust.” “Isn’t it frightful? It’s right down to my lungs, Why aren’t you sleep ing?” “Oh, I have a little demon at work. X can’t close my eyes, Aunt Neil is sleeping like the dead. She always does. It's an easy conscience. Toss me a cigarette. Angela, please.” “Perhap’s if we were to put out this beastly corridor light things would be better. It’s just like a green eye winking in on us? ’ “Here’s my sactf, Hang it over the transom.” “That’s a bright idea, I don’t slip* pose it wilt stick?’ Patty’s strong young arms manoeu vred a temporary screen ahd shos lay quiet, in darkness that was now com plete, “Angela,” she Said at last, “I’m going straight out to the Taj the min ute we arrive at Agra, for the moon* he had been there the worst. Im any .poor opinion of a drink. He was en- teach the American young that clean’ liness is far ahead of godliness.” Macduff looked suspiciously at An gela. Was she, by any chance, male- mg fun of him? But no, her face was kind and open. » “It’s a pity your husband couldn’t make the entire trip.” “Heavens!” thought Angela, “the man’s a boor!” A shadow darkened her face, said, long, er it work Mr, Macduff?’ ’ “No,” neyer pleasure.1 (Continued Next Issue) Man Who * ,/1 “Yes, I'm very sorry,” she “He couldn’t get away for so Of course, when one is a writ- doesn’t matter where one is-r- can«go on. Ate you writing, said Macduff sho'rtly, “I combine my business with >7 Knows Whether the Remedy You are taking for * Headaches, Neuralgia or Rheumatism Pains is SAFE is Your Doctor. Ask Him Elora Resident Loses Life in Blaze The body of Joseph Love, aged resident of Elora, was found in the charred ruins of his home’iyhich was destroyed by fire J Love, more than 80 years of age, was one of Elora's oldest and most colorful characters. 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