The Brussels Post, 1942-5-6, Page 2THE BRUSSELS (POST'
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Y, MAY GtJl, 1092
The One Man!
by Susan. Redgrave
CHAPT 1t. II,
Betty, as Usual.
Thio AsIf1 id'is bus toad of '13'
Young people, none, with the excep-
tion, of 11'1r•,:Ashiieht ;himself, over
twenty-five, was a little late, In ar-
riving at the superb new cinema.
""ilhey've begun;" said Connie
quiolely, "Don't let's stop to take
our coats off now, we can do it
later:"
Accordingly it was with; the added
handicap of the ugly winter goat and
shabby beret that Gerda Bled down.
the line of seats left for tba party I
in the front row of the balcony, be-
ing careful to leave, by Donnie's
whispered irnstI lotions, the seat
beyond her vacant. -
The short opening ceremony was
over and the 'super -picture that was
to give the new cinema a good start
off was showing when at last, In al
most pitch blackness+, a dark figure 1
came stumbling down the line, over ,
everybody's • feet, eaumblsng apolc••
glen as it came.
"I beg your pardon. I •say, I'm SO
sorry, I hope I haven't hurt you too
badly?"
Dick Sellwyn subsided thankfully
into his seat, mopping his face, hay
ing trampled so cruelly on both
Gerda's feet that she could have
squealed out with• pain. But she
did nothing of the kind. That riotous
heart of hers was playing such
tricks, that she had no breath foi
the moment with which. to squeal.
Dick stumped thankfully down into
hischair and, his eyes all unaccus-
tomed to the gloom, murmured in
Gerda's ear—
"af course Connie has told you 1
begged her to put me next you?"
Gerda made some soft, incoherent
reisiponse.
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"1 sort of had to take her•into nhg
contideee;" went on the deep -toned
voice, and Dick leant so near the
enthralled Gerda that she caught the
odour of tobacco• and even of the
shaving soap he used, "You don't
mind?"
Geode, utterly unable for the
moment to articulate definite words,
produded yet another soft inoober-
ency.
"Youve no idea of the number of
times I've tried to meet you, and
never could quite bring it off," he
went on, and. Gerda was thrilled to
the finger+tips, by the heart -shaking
tough of lois shoulder against her,
"Toren at last,'/ he went on again,
beading so near in the gloom that
she fancied she could even feel his
breath on her 'cheek, "My sainted
aunt!" ' , .
This ejaculation was no whisper,
and more than one of the audience
made 'heatedrequests for silence.
gut neither Richard Sellwyn nor
Gerda. Cheveley heard the protests.
By this time Dick's eyes were
growing accustomed, to the gloom,
and in addition, the picture on idle
screen went suddenly light. The
two 'fa.ces, were very close together.
The pair could see each other
cleanly. Two pants of horrified eyes
met, and it would be difficult to say
which of the two, the girl's or :the
man's, were the most horrified.
There was some quality in the
sudden lightening of the dimness
that showed all poor Gerda's im-
perfections at their woaist--the
wispy hair, the dreadful little beret
,that 'should: have been jaunty but
wase only hideously unbecoming, the
clumsy set of the 'thick tweed coat
with its bulging pockets, the dn-
' definite brows and lashes, the pallor
of fatigue and 'shock—everything
was at its worst.
"I beg your pardon," stammered
Dcic Sellwyn at last, speaking below
his breath after what 'seemed to.
Geaula an• eternity of anisery. "1
thought I was talking to Miss
Cheveley."
"1 am Garda •Oheveley,' she said
almost without sound, sitting basic
nervesiesely in the comfortable
cibeSNAPS .JO 1 GUILD
PHOTOGRAPHIC PARTIES
For a new kind of party, conduct a photographic scavenger hunt. It's
lots of fun—winter or summer.
HAVE you ever heard of photo-
graphic parties? The chances
are you have. But have you ever
given ,one? It's a guaranteed method
of having a good time.
How .can you give a snapshot
party? Well, let's take the case of
the photographic scavenger hunt.
First, I'd suggest that you invite all
your camera -owning friends to meet
at your house sometime in the
afternoon—say at 2:30 on Saturday.
Then it's up to you to prepare sev-
eral general assignments for every-
body to work on—for the idea of
a scavenger hunt is to give people
picture -making assignments, send
them out to fill them, and then fix
a time limit by which all pictures
mutt be handed in.
For instance, one of your general
assignments night be:—"Illustrate
the phrase, 'a bad egs' " That would
leave quite a bit of leeway in in-
terpretation. One participant might
"hoose to photograph a tough -look-
ing, gengstertype model, Another
player might show a person looking
et a broken hen's egg and holding
his nose. And somebody else, by
setting up a still-life study, could
create a tough -looking little roan
out of a hardboiled egg by the use
of a few props and a paint brush.
Or another assignment might be
to picture a young goat, as above.
Just use your ingenuity and - you
won't have any difficulty getting a
long liet of suggestions, but hold
yourself down to three or four as-
signments. And whatever you decide
upon, place a deadline on the pic-
ture-making—a time by which every-
body must have their prints in if
they are to compete for the prizes.
If you wish you can set that time
for later that evening, or you can
arrange a second party for the print.
Judging later in the week.
As for judging prints, the best
idea is to let everybody vote and
decide the winners by popular. ac-
claim, You can give small photo-
graphic merchandise prizes for the
best picture of the day, another for
the first man back with all of hie
prints, and a third for the most
original work. i1
369 John van Guilder
chair, so 1Im'p in every nerve that it
seemed impoaeible iter her ever
to move again,
"But 1 thought I understood,"
tt
bega'Diclt again, Speaking very
softly, but neventbelesls, to the indig-
nation of these seated belelnd them.
• "Wits' all aright;' breathed Ge+t'da
tonelessiiy, "It doesn't matter,"
"Hut it wasn't you I saw coming
out of Fenten's,' he persisted, but
Gerda interrupted,
"I was, here, but you didn't see me,
It was my cousin Batty you meant.
You got our names mixed up, but it
'doesn't matter, it has happened
before
At this' point an irate lady leaned
forward, bringing her head between
'their two shou1dener. She intimated
that if they had no wisilt to Bear the
dialogue, there were athero, who did.
"Sorry," muttered both Dick and
Gerda and they .subsided into silence
that lasted' until the end of the show.
Creseta• resolutely tried to pull her-
self together, and by the time the
picture was over and the lights
turned tip 'She had lost much of that
terrible feeling of utter helplessness.
For all !that it was •a wretched
moment when, in the full glare of
the electric light, she felt Dick
Se11'wyn'ls eye!a .on Ler, and saw
poor 'Connie'•s pretty face, all
anXieity on her ;behalf, bend forward
to see how they were getting on.
How could) she, Gerda demanded
passionately of herself, how could
sihe ever have been so simple as to
believe 'that this good-looking young
fellow, 'Clever at his profession,
eligible as such things count in, a
country town, could ever have spar-
ed her a second thought.
"It's awful,"' ,she shuddered in-
wardly, wondering ,how she was ever
going to endure the bitter humilia-
tion. ";But not a soul is going to
know;" she told: hettself paseionatel3,
suddenly lifting her fair head,
in the unfantunate beret, high in the
air.
She turned impulsively to face
Didk :Sellwyn, who was following
her to the gangway.
tMa. •Sel1wyn, this is horrid for
you, I know, 'but it is quite as horrid
for me, you know,' the said bravely
A bitter little smile twisted her
lips. :Lt was ten thousand times
More "horrid' for her than for him.
For frim it was only a momentary
disappointment andennbarraesmeut,
but for her it was like being flayed
alive,
"It was your mistake, not mine,
she went on rapidly, and Diek •Sell-
wyn bent .his sleek .black head to
catch lire word', "I think you owe
rite something. You must play wp
to me a little for the reset of the ev-
ening. 7 won't have them dream it
was all a mistake—do yon hear? I
couldn't 'hear it—whispering—TRY-
ing
t—whispering pita-ing me—laughing at me—I won't go
tthnough it, you can't expect me to.'
"I'll be motet happy," said Dick,
blind to any charm there might have
peen in the anguished little face.
working with emotion,
"You won't be at all happy," broke
In Gerda with. Something of Mies
Anne's own. tartness. "You'll hate
it, but you mtest do IL"
"There•e is no 'annust' about it," re -
tented Dick Sellwyn, with some heat.
"I tell you I'll be very happy to be
your partner for the evening, as it
was planned."
"I :smPlpose this) is what you con -
slider chivalry," said 'Gerda, her
head in the air. "It, isn't a bit neces-
sary, thank you. If you do It I will'
Ibe ghtisdlsd, yon need not pretend to
like it"
Dick Sellwyn had an unexpected
longing to take this, dauntless -eyed
girl in Me eltabby coat by the
shoulders, and. give, .her a sound
shaping,
"Look here," he muttered doggedly
over her shoulder as she 'preced.ed
him in the procesleton, "Be kind
enough not to dictate to me as tl
how I am nob to feet about this even-
ing.
"I haven't the faintest interest as
to how you de or do not feel 'about
your very ,stupicl; mistake," observed
Miele, Gerda Clteveiley telly. "If pre.
tending you're pleased will help you
to bear up' under ilia affliction, why,
pretend by all means."
Richard Sellwyn felt his fingers
fairly twitc with the impulse to
hake this gjrl by her, clumsy tweed
slhonldzlleth and give her the soundest
shaking that ever 'human br.,ing
suffered', but they reached the gang
Way, and there was Connie Ash-
field, slipping her amu. in Garda's,
asking if all was well,
"IVs a mistake, it was Betty, of
course," said Greta in a hard little
whisper. But Mr. Sellwpa'e going
to put up with ate for the evening
in her place. So don't say anytidng.
Con, don't, toll, isn't!" she added in
a frantic murmur that reached only
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Connie's laind ear.
For a moment ;Connie's, face went
blank with dismay. Her ,secret fears
were justified. Quidkly She pulled
linea elf together, 841/Ping Gerda's
arms with comforting fingers,
"1t will be all right, Gerda darling,
have a good time," she urged. "Yes,
I mean it," she went on in answer
to Gerda's scornful glance, "He'll
find out, what a dear you are and
he'll have a good time too, he won t
be able to help enjoying ,himself."
Agan Gerda's e mall nose was
cocked: contemptuously in the air,
but they were swept along by the
throng into the ladies' cloak -room
room and there was no time for
more.
Connie's kind little heart sank yet
lower, for the flowered pink voile.
with what looked to be every kind at
bioslsam in tine world scattered over
it, was even worse than She remem-
bered. These meaningless' bits of
lace, those 'stupid "flab -dabs" of
ribbon dotted about wherever a
"flab -dab could be dotted. It was
hopeless.
The crowd in the tiny room was
great, and Gerda made no attempt ♦+♦ Queen St Brussel 'Phone to compete in the scramble for the
one mirror. She contented herself I ♦♦
with dabbing at her nose with a 2♦ W. S. Donaldson
powder -puff, trusting to luck bhat Licensed Auctioneer
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'Td' love to," said Gerda with icy
slweetness, for Mr, Aelsleld's ear,
"lt's what we're here for, isn't it?"
sere demanded in very different tones
for Dick's private ear as they moved
off,
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A steward ,stood at the gangway
of the linter and kept shouting fur
the benefit of the passengers:
"Fit+st class to the right, second
Blass to the lett."
A young woman stepped daintily
aboard with a baby in, her arms
.Ass she hesitated before the stew-
ard, he bent over hes and said In
his chivalrous way:
"First or second?"
'tiOh!' staid the girl, her face as
read as a beetroot. "011, dear, its
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/Private: Look at the number.
Sergeant: And what bas that gat
to do with it?
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ing my own gun,
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Gerda's look was out that evening,
tilie powder went on' botchily, adding
yet another bleanish to the general
muddle.
The crowd in. the dressing -room
Was .so closely packed that it was
difficult to niove. Consequently when
Gerda struggled) with her slippers,
finally wresting them from her coat
pockets, she did not set eyes On
them!, IShe slid them on, to rho
floor and, wanlnsed her feet in, totally
ignorant of the calamity that one
was ed apple green and'the other of
faded pink satin.
"Ready, Gerda,?" called out Connie,
trying to he cheerful, and the ten
girls of fire Ashfield party flied out
into the vestibule.
"Here we are, Ted," called out
Connie to leer fiance, Ted Skinner.
They were to be married some day,
when Ted earned enough "off his
own bat" to support a wife. The in-
depedent tCbnnie refused to start her
anarried life helped out by an a1•
lowanee from either her or Ted's
father, "Here's Gerda, Mr. Sell-
wyn Bring her to ournd f th
e O c
table, won't you?"
In silence Dick Seliwyn took Gs••'da ♦
by the eft* and guided Iter to the ♦46+♦j
table reserved for the party in the ♦♦♦
snpper•t•oom, Z♦
'Once seated at tite table things ♦�♦2♦
were not quite so bad. The worst
crimes' of tate old voile were hidde't, ♦
and as yet Gerda was unwitting of ♦♦
Me tragedy of the odd slippers. ♦2i♦
True, her heart felt like a very ♦�►
cold stone, ankl .she was convmeed is
she would never as long as she ♦d
lived recover front the bitter huinil triAo
iationy gut the mere effort of having ♦0
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Glanced round the room before re- ,.
turning to their neglected plates. "1 ♦jt`
can't understand this modern erase
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Gerda'; cheeks burnt, and she Z�
stole a glance at the dark, aloof. ♦=t►
profile o Mr. Richard Sellwyn. She fi=t►
was a goer)] dancer, and she loved t,
dancing. The only reason why she ♦
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