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The Clinton News Record, 1934-11-29, Page 2PAGE; 2 Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA' Farms of Subscription— $1.60 per year in 'advance, to Canadian ad- dresses $2.00: to the U.S. or oth- er foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrearsare paid unless at the option of the publisher. The date to which every subscription is, paid is denoted an the label. advertising Rates -Transient adver- tising 12,e percount line for first insertion. 8c far each subsequent insertion. Heading counts 2 lines. Small advertisements, not to ex- .eeed one inch, such se "Wanted", "'Lost," '~Strayed,' etc., inserted osis for 85e, each subsequent in- eertion 16c. Rates for display ad- vertising made known en applies.. Islas. Communications intended for pub- llestion must, as a guaranteeof good faith, be accompanied by the name ea tie writer. �. l6 HALL, M. R. CLARK, Proprietor. . Editor. H. T. 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THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., NOV. 29, 1934 SYNOPSIS ' Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds herself alone in the world with her artist mother's last warning ringing in her ears, to "love lightly." Of the world she knew Iittle:. All her life she had lived alone with her mother in an old brown house in a 'small rug- a] community. All her life, first new baby, then a bubbling child, then a charming young girl:. . she had posed for her talented mother who sold her magazine cover painting through an artagent in the city . Mrs, Church's broken life . . . the unfaithful husband, his disappearance • .. and after seventeen years of sil- ence announcement of his deathwas at last disclosed to Eden. The news of the husband's death killed Mrs. Church.... Ellen, alone. turned to the only contact she knew, the art agent in New York. Posing, years of posing, was her only talent so she was introduced to two leading ar- tists; Dick Alven and Sandy Macin- tosh. Both used her as a model and both fell in love with her but El- len, trying to follow the warped' nhil- osophy of her mother to "love light- ly" resists the thought of love. Her circle' of friends is small, artists and two or three .girl models. Ellen at- tends a ball with Sandy. While danc- ing a tall young man claimed her and romance is born. • NOW GO ONWITH THE THE STORY When she was opposite a wide door, Ellen gave up the idea she could longer resist. Slipping from the arms that held her; the thrust one slender hand into a large, strong hand that clutched at it, eagerly. "Let's go " she said jauntily. At least she tried to say it jauntily: As she got •her cloak from the loom in which it was checked, as she powdered her straight little nose, as she carefully reddened her lips, Ellen told herself that the strong. emotion she was feeling must be suppressed. She also told herself that she must walk carefully. That she must re- member that she didn't even know the young man's name, and that she wasn't even interestea in knowing it! But she'd been twice around the Paris in a cab with the young man, still nameless, before she remember- ed that it was Sandy who had taken her to the Six Arts Ball. And whe Should, by all rights, have been al- lowed to take bee home from it! Three times around. the park they rode before they began to grow ee- custotned to the wonder of it all. For it wasn't a petting party, not that! It wasn't the sort of thing that Claire would have referred to as "gash." It was something less easy to under- stand — and yet far more simple —. than a petting party would have been. it was something that couldn't be regulated with a slap, with a sharp word, with a jest! They had come out of the hotel in which the Six Arts Ball was being held, in a sort of a mist. • When they had met in the hallway, with every- day coats incongrously covering biz- arre costumes, they had been almost shy with each other --almost afraid of look each other in the 'eye. Climbing into a taxi, they settled back hi separate corners. But the, young man's hand, groping, out across the clammy leather seat, found El- len's hand, clung to it, and finally drew her close. "I suppose you think I'm crazy," he said. "Quite crazy," Elien told him, gently. • "You see," the boy's voice was carefully held in leash, "you see, 0'd been watching you all evening, as you danced with, all the fat old bun, nies in the worlr,, Cold sober, you were—in the whole roomful the only one that was cold sober! Listening to their kidding, and kidding them baek,•but only with half of you 'en the job. With the other half as far away as if you were in a garden." '• Ellen interrupted, and there was a soh in her voice.. 'What incredible chance had prompted him to make that comparison? "Not that." she said. "Not a gar- den . "And I thought," the boy went on heedless of her interruption, "I've got to get her away from it all. Because she—because I feel that She belongs to me." There was: so much emphasis in his use of the two words, "to me," that Ellen jumped. She couldn't help it. "You haven't been drinking, your- self?" our- self?" she ,questioned, on a note that she tried to make' cynical. "You haven't been-----" The boy answered. "Don't pull that sort 'of a line," he told her fiercely, "not now. We're a, way from the dance floor; This is not -the kind of stuff that I say to just everybody,. I'm I'm telling you It isn't. This isn't anything to trifle with. This is a serious mat- ter. It's our whole lifetime?" "What do you know about life- times, yours and mine " .she asked. "How do you know that you'd trust even one day to a girl like me — a giel who goes to an artists' ball in pants, short velvet pants! Do you know who—what—I am? Well, I'm a model by profession. You've been to the movies, you've heard all about models. How do. you ,;now I'm what is, technically, called 'nice'? Bow do you know, in view of my profession, that trifling isn't best for the two of 05?" 1111 . "How do I know?" he queried husk- ily. How does anyone know anything at a time like this? I've heard, be- fore, about love at first, sight. I've. kidded about it. But I didn't know what it meant. I' didn't know that, it hit you like a disease." He paua. ed, and then— "Personally, I don't care right now.. whether you're nice," he told Ellen tensely, "or not nice. I don't even care if you wear your velvet pants on Fifth Avenue•, in the middle of the afternoon. I don't care about any thing, except that I'm mad for you! I," the boy gulped suddenly to make. the words come clear, "I don't actu- ally know whether or not I can trust one short day to yon," he said with a - sort of desperation, "but I'd take chance on trusting you with my soul." As he spoke his head was bent low over the hands that he was holding, and his lips were pressed hotly a- gainst the palms of those hands. And Ellen, looking down through the darkness at his head, bent above her hands—hearing, as through a dream, the whir of the car's motor-. was feeling the same madness, too. Why, the boy was right. He was right! It was love. But, in thegraying darkness, Ellen was going back to her mother. Strange how close her mother was to- night! Closer than she'd been even in those first early moments of grief, three years ago. , "I met him at .a costume dance your father . • ." ' So had run her mother's story. "We weren't even in- -and his lips were pressed hotly against the paints of those hands. traduced IIe just came up . We waltzed away .. , And he kissed ole . So the story had gone—running al- most parallel to the events of this very evening. Perhaps, if She let her own story go along as it had started, it would continue to run parallel with her mother's. But— And yet Ellen herself wanted to be swept away—she, herself, wanted to be a complete conquest. She'd have to fight that desire. To fight it an her mother had told her she must. As her mother. hadn't! With the boy's lips burning against her palms, she made the resolve. With her head bent above his bowed head, Ellen heard herself saying sharply, and aloud "It won't get me. it won't spoil my life!" The bowed head was raised. Blue eyes -deeper blue, because they were wet --sought across the shadows for, her. own. "Wheat won't get you?" the boy asked. Ellen answered. "You!" she said fiercely. "I won't let you get me. I'm not going to fall In love with you. I never fall in love; I can't. Because I have nothing to give, not a thing! I'm soft of a—a spiritual gold-digger, at heart. Oh, I'm nice enough!" she didn't want to make the admission. but she had to! "I've kept away .from it all because I don't want to live close enough to any folic, so that.I')d get to care for them.' Because when you care. for anyone, that person can hurt you, I won't," her voice had sunk to an odd, hysterical, shrill whisper, "I won't be hurt." The gray in the sky had 'Lightened.. The taxi driver, with a shrug, had started his fourth circuit of the park, But the boy in the taxi was staring into Ellen's eyes. "Of coarse." he said, "if you'll mar- ry me, I'll take a chance on that! On your not having'' anything to give. I mean. Op your not falling in love. If you'll marry mel" There was as- surance in his voice, as well as pas- sion, "You don't understand," she said at last, in answer to that proposal -- "You don't, understand at all what I'm trying to say. Men? In my life men are just transients. They'll al- ways be just passers-by!" The boy's arm was around her, tight. "There's one man," he said, "who won't be transient. or a pass- erby, in your life." Ellen' repeated again from the for- mula. She shut her eyes and said ov- er the words that she had said, not so very long ago, to Dick. "After all," she said. and she repeated the words, parrot -like, "after all, what's the ad- vantage of marriage, as it concerns me?" It was almost light enough now for Ellen to see the hurt look in the .• boy's. eyes. Almost, but not quite. She said fiercely in her soul that he hadn't any right to look so hurt. This attitude that she was taking—surely she felt the pain of it as muchas anyone! And then, too, she was saving him. "After all," he said slowly, "mar- ried to sue you wouldn't have to work, you know. Or to worry about financial things. Oar—babies—,not if. you really didn't want 'em. And you could have all the privacy in the world, in the biggest apartment on Park .Avenue—married to me, you could. How do you get that way?" Ellen laughed, although there was no mirth in her. "You sound," she said, "like a mil- lionaire! How do you get that way?" In his rumpled Pierrot suit, with. his jaw squarer than ever above the dejected ruff, the boy made answer. His tone held a certain bewilderment, a certain diffidence. "I forgot," he said "that you didn't know my name. Odd, isn't it? To be arguing with a girl, trying to sell her your own especial brand of mar- riage, when she doesn't know your name. I'm — my name's Brander. Tony Brander. Anthony Brander, and you know what he stood for, was my father. I am a millionaire, you see . I got that way because my father cornered sugar, once!" Ellen's eyes grew wide. Her mind was a confusion of words. At first the boy's halting speech didn't regis- ter. It was still just a slice of un- reality. But when the .confusion be- gan to clear, she experienced a direct sense of something that was almost anger. What right had he to think that dollars mattered? What earthly right? She wanted to say, "What difference does money, even a mil- lion, make?" To say, "I'm crazy about you. We belong together. Take the in your arms." She wanted to say, "This is real. Money isn't. It's only gold and silver and engraved paper It's just something you use in shops. You can't use it to buy love!" She wanted to cry, "This is the answer to all the half-baked things I've been telling myself for three years." She. wanted to say, foolishly, "So that's. the reason you're so sunburned. PainBeach, instead of building roads and digging ditches" She wanted to say "I love you!" Just that — "I love you." But she .said.instead, very flippant- ly, "And so you want to be my sugar, daddy? That's fti" All . at once the boy's voice was a crescendo of feeling. Almost the taxi driver could have heard what he was saying, through the closed, shatter- proof front window. But the taxi driver -wasn't extraordinarily inter- ested in this tall Pierrot, in this slim, small page. He was yawning, and wishing for coffee and wheat cakes and fried eggs. The boy said • — "I want you to marry me tomor. row. I•mean when it's actually morn- ing. I'd be afraid to wait—to marry you in the ordinary way, after an en- gagementand showers and parties and a bachelor dinner! I'd be, afraid, to -lay plans, because you'd slip out of them. I wouldn't dare take a chance. That's why I want you to marry n:e, and to do it tomorrow. As soon as possible,"' his voice --and much of his boyishness had vanished from it! -,broke off. And Ellen, with some- thing alcin to desperation, fought for words to say. Not even the boy, lab- oring as he was under the spell of a vast emotion, would ever reach the depth that Ellen "had :reached! It was perhapsthe very breathless agony of those depths that made El- len realize how necessary it was for her to talk. To• say something—sotne- thing brittle, if she 'must --that would fill this awful aching gap. She was what was probably the hardest effort of her life to speak calmly. "Better take me home, Tony," she said. " And, yes, her voice was com- pletely steady. "And then go home, yourself. And think ` this thing out. You've got to think it out, you know. For if it all seems read and fmpos- sible tonight, it will 'seem more mad, and more impossible tomorrow. I'an. not denying the way you feel, or that it's real to you. But it may be just the way you're feeling now. I know You're not just having fun. 7 didn't ever mean that. You probably feel just as you do, this minute. I'm sure that you're not giving me a—a buggy ride! IE we should happen to see a chapel right now, and a minister in the doorway, I don't doubt you'd take me into the place and marry me. And I'm," she drew away from his swift movement toward her, "I'm afraid I'd let you away with it." (Continued Next Week DOINGS IN THE SCOUT eS�1��TCU!L WORLD A Motor Car From Dump Scraps Several Boy Scout mechanics of the 8th Calgary Troop have nearly com- pleted construction of a troop motor car, made entirely of derelict car pants secured from a wreck dump. Helping Solve India's Problems ' 10,000 Rover (older) Scouts in Tn.- dia are finding important ways of carrying out the Rover pledge of Ser- vice. An example Crew of 'Banga- lore established a rural school. and brought about accord between a group of 13 villages. * * * Canada At The Australian Jamboree Canada will be represented at the international Scout Jamboree open, ing 10 Melbourne, Dec. 27 'by Scout T. G. Langley of Peterboro. .Scout Langley sailed from England with a British contingent headed by • Rearr Admiral Collins, '0.5,, R.N. Here's "Compleat" Scouting Boy Scouts elsewhere are figuring on the chances of moving to Anyox, B.C. Scoutmaster Gale and his older boys went on a mountain hike, bagged a mountain goat, brought it back and put on a mountain goat banguet, that stopped 30 Scout appetites. White Ingenuity in Eskimo Land A unique example of ingenuity in art was brought out from the Clyde River trading post on Baffin Island by the Hudson's Bay Company steam- er this fall. This was a painting for which everything bad been contrived from paint to frame. For plant, mix- tures of ixtures'of house paint were used, for a canvas the side of a cardboard car- ton, for a frame, packing; box strips, and for a brush the artist's own hair. The young painter was Rover Scout Stanley Knapp, a post assistant, for- merly of the 10th (St. Thomas) Exe- ter Troop, Devonshire. The picture, which was of the post buildings in Winter, had been presented to Major D. L. McKeand of the Northwest Ter- ritories Branch of hte Dominion Gov- ernment. I•IENSALL: The town hall, Hen- .sall, on Thursday evening was the scene of a very large gathering, the hall being packed to capacity. The occasion was a reception being ten- dered to Mr. and Mrs. 'William Parke, formerly Miss Leona Lemon, who were recently married. During the course of the evening they 'were pre - More About Photo -Greetings Left)—"The family is on the march to greet you," That, or something of the sort, serves to complete a greeting like this, made in the easy silhouette manner. (Right)—A little "fifteen cent store" reindeer made of glass, a toy Christmas tree and some sugar—that's all this tabie,top Christmas scene required. AWEEK or so ago we talked about snapshot Christmas cards, but no one short discussion could pos- sibly cover the subject adequately. A book could be written about it— but not by us. Instead we'll devote today's space to it. As we said before, the most im- portant factor in the success of a photo -greeting is an idea—an easily understood, cheerful idea, worked out in terms of a simple picture. The subjects referred to in our first talk of Christmas cards were deliberately selected from among the more obvious ones --firesides, holly wreaths, winter scenes of the home, and so on. Obvious though they are, any of them is capable of fresh, new interpretation—as indi- vidual as your own personality. And, as you become more familiar withyour camera and its capabili- ties, you'll discover many different approaches to any one idea. You can use, for example, story- telling silhouettes to give novel twists to otherwise "ordinary" pic- ture ideas. A good silhouette can be made of a young lady hanging up a bit of mistletoe, or of a little boy reaching for a Christmas tree orna- ment. Silhouettes, as you recall, are made with the help of a sheet, a doorway and a strong light. Table -top photography (discussed recently) has endless Christmas possibilities. A little figure of Santa Claus, some white cotton sprinkled with sugar for snow — and you've got the foundation for a variety of good pictures, You'll find plenty of Christmas materials little reindeer, gnomes, sleighs, bells and a hundred other seasonable "props" in any"five, ten and fifteen cent" store. But guard against over -elaborate. set-ups. The simpler the better. Whatever you do, be careful to keep it in key with your own per- sonality. If you are musical, a glimpse of your hands on the piano keyboard plus the score for a ,Christ- mas carol on the rack, would be much more appropriate than, say, a shot of your snow-covered home. Or, a pose with your head lifted, sing- ing, if you find you look well that way. A baby in the family, of course, offers plenty of opportunity for greeting snapshots. If this is the baby's first Christmas, so much the better. A semi -close-up of mother and dad, indoors or out, with the. baby perched on dad's shoulders and all three waving cheerfully at the camera, should make a greeting of more than ordinary charm: Christmas isn't far away now. You'll be wanting to send out your greetings soon. So don't delay! By the way, don't let good oppor- tunities slip by for taking unusual anew scenes. Maybe you won't use them this year, but there will be other Christmases when they'Il come in handy. For snow scenes in bright sun- light, remember to use a very small lens aperture. Otherwise, the in- tense brilliance of the scene will give you an over -exposed negative. • JOHN VAN GUILDER. sented with a lovely dining room tab- le and chairs. The address was read by Miss Grace Pepper. Dancing was indulged in to excellent music sup- plied by different local orchestras and a very enjoyable evening was spent. Jim Watson and Jack lloekholt con- tributed some pleasing solos with guitar accompaniment. WISDOM ON TAP Assistant Poultry Editor: "Here a subscriber wants to know why the whitewash the inside of chicke houses." Editor --"Tell him it's to keep chickens from picking the grain o of the wood." INVIT Ti COUNT Many a non -advertising retailer keeps back from advertising just because he feels that it is nec- essary to advertise in a big way and because he is not ready to advertise in a big way. To keep back from our newspaper until you are ready to use big space is just as foolish as would be keeping a child out of school until it had the ability to pass its ma- triculation examination. Beginners in every form of enterprise need to go warily; until experience and practice and growing ability warrant them to attempt larger things, they should proceed cautious- ly. It will pay some retailers to use classified ad- vertisements and small spaces of 2 and 3 inches. These little advertisements will surely get seen and read by newspaper readers. Make small advertise- ments offer special merchandise. Change them fre- quently. A quick succession of little advertisments, everyone of which is alive, will of a certainty effect sales—will attract new customers. The thing to be frightened of is dumbness: a retail store which does not talk to the public by means of newspaper adver- ments misses a lot of business. The public goes ` flee p where it is invited to go. THE CLINT'$N NEWS -RECORD A F11,1V lazol m FOR ADVERTISINR—BEAD ADS. P TH35 ISISUB PHONE 4