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The Huron Expositor, 1941-03-21, Page 741; ; . -1110C or.`7, 7.4,77.777.17,,r1,2 7%7;7'77. „, e":e • , .4 • • RI). BELL/ B. Elerriste'r and 8011olter. $1114FORVB - .73 At4odauee 1 Brussels IlVeduelidaY and Saturdall. • MeCONNELL & HAYS Barrister, Sollettees, Etta. Patrick D. MeCeonell - 11. Growl Hain SULFORTlic ONT. Telephone 174 H0S K. L McLEAN Barrister, Solicitor, Etc. Hemphill Block - Hensall, Ont. PHONE 113 h 4• MEDICAL SEAFORT,B CLINIC DR. E. A. McMASTER, M.B. Graduate of University of Toronto PAUL L. BRADY, M.D. Graduate of ,University of Toronto The Clinic is fully equipped with cemplete and modern X-ray and other up-to-date diagnostic and therapeutics equipment. Dr. Margaret K. Campbell, M.D., LA.B.P., Specialist in disease in in- fante ated chitdren, will be •at the Clinic last Thursday in every month from 3 to 6 pen. Dr; F. J. R. Forster, Specialist in diseases of the ear, eye, nose and throat, will be at the Clinic the first Tuesday in every month from 3 to 5 Free Well -Baby Clinic will be held cm the second and last Thursday' in every month from 1 to 2 p.m. 8887 - JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D. Physician and Surgeon IN DR. 11. H. ROSS' OFFICE Phone 5-W - Seaforth MARTIN W. STAPLETON, B.A., M.D. Physician and Surgeon Successor to Dr. W. C. Sproat Phone 90-W Seaforth DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine,,•liniversity of Toronto. Late assistant New York Optleal- e 3nei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- pital, London, Eng. At COMMERCIAL HOTEL,' OBAFORTII, THIRD WED- NESDAtlfreaarricOnti; from' t to 4.30 p.m.; also at Seaforth Clinic first Tuesday of each month. 53 Waterloo Street South, Stratford. 12-87 AUCTIONEERS HAROLD JACKSON Specialist in Farm and Household Sales. Licensed in Huron e.nd Perth Coun- ties. Prices reasonable; satisfaction guaranteed. For information; etc., write or phone Harold; .Tackson, 12 on' 658, Seaforth;' R.R. 1, Brucefield. 3768- '4 HAROLD DALE Licensed Auctioneer Specialfet, in farm, and household sales. Prices reasonable. For dates end informatien, write Harokl. Dale, Seaforth, or apply at The Expositor Office. 12-37 "Wedch 'side of an apple pie is the left side?" "The part that isn't eaten!" • Two men were sentenced by a self- appointed court to be hanged for horse stealing. The place selected for the execution, was a •trestle bridge spanning a river. The first noose was insecurely tiedand the prisoner drop- ped into the river. He swam to shore and made good his eseape. As they were adjusting •the rope for the re, emitting prisoner, .the latter drawled "Say, pards, make sure •of the knot this time, will yer, 'cause / can't swine" ',ter Sales Books are the best Counter Check Books made in Canada. They cost no more than ordinary books and always give satisfaction. We ,,r,are agents anc! will be pleased to quote you on any style or quantity required. Set Your. Horne Pnter Frat TI1E413110g1EXPtOSI1ok $0,14004 ma • 4 GHAOTER X STNOP80$ After' Metre Alettandere3 betiote fel wife Alen died, her whole family became interested in Val- erie, Ellen's danatti; by a forther neallTiate and ' the *ruse fund left Valerie. All are anxious to adopt Valerie—a11, save -Shirley, -- but Mark will have .none of it. Mark hires Lucy Tredway to tu- tor Valeile and keeps Lucy in the house, 'much to Elsie's dismay'. Elsie meets Mark at the office and drives home with him, crite cizing Lucy all the way. Mark leaves her at her door and drives on, half amused, half digusted. He turned in at his own gates feeling as if he had escaped from something. He found Shirley, wrap- ped in the white bath coat, just get- ting into her car. Lucy andValerie stood togethere-in *their' -tierinazning suits, by the running board. Valerie cried out when she saw him, and ran to kiss hire, standing arefully bowed, not to get him wet. ,'0b—we missed yeti!" she eaid'. "What do you mean, missed?" he laughed. "Compared to the way I missed you, you're a rank outsider!" "You see," she told Lucy. "I told you he' -wanted to be here and couldn't." "Did I!" he said. He held out a hand each to Shirley and Lucy. It was marvellous to beback where 'he could breathe. "I only pretended to' come, for. swimming," said Shirley. He jumped in beside Shirley now, and' drove with her down to his gates.. He bad gathered in •some mysterious, way that she had some- thing more to say to him. Shirley drew up just this side of the lodge, shut off the engine, and sat looking at him. He looked back, his eyes hill Of admiration. e' _ He found he ' was suddenly un- troubled by Whatever she was going to tell him. eI gathered there was' something on Yeeiir mind," he said lazily. "Nothing important." He relaxed more completely. Wha- ever it was, he was not in for another lecture on the proprieties. j • didn't want to speak before Val- eries, in case you didn't approve of what I was going to say." -eWonderbus -wise you, -r mean,". he said softly. Shirley sniffled at him. "Rather stupid, really. Hewever—I just want to give a little party for her. And Lucy too, of course, if she cares for anything so juvenile. That girl's' a wonder, by the way." "I'm glad you think so," :said. Mark. He wondered if she knew how glad. Valerie was t lled with alternate shivers of delight and dread at the di -ought of Shirley's patty.' She loved to dance, and the prospect of going off alone just to 'be amused was stupendous. • She relayedr, Shir- 'eye invitation to Lucy, who wisely declined it. Lucy telephoned Shirley ever seeu. Neither platinum nor houby, but the color of an old burn- ished coin. It lay in smooth waves against her little head, and Mark Pound himself suddenly longing to touch .14. The gold of Ellen's hair had been pale and exquisite' and her eyes a curious, almost purple blue. But the gold on this girl's head was like a crown. Lucy rested him just becauee she had missed beauty the merest fraction'. Her skin was delicate and white, and the contrast of her eyee and hair would always set her a little apart. Taken one by one, ,her features were charming. Assem- bled, they .somehow lacked the in- tangible quality of beauty. "The modern gpirit. I suppose you would ,call it," said Mrs. Ban - wood to Chiltern. He, had just car- ried the, .big silver tray with its shinning coffee service out to the terrace,, where Mark and Lucy relax- ed in long chairs of split bamboo, and watched the tiny cresent of the /11001L. • "The world's gone on fence your time and mine, if that's what you mean," agreed Chiltern amiably. He knew quite well that she was registering disapproval of affairs on the terrace. And he knew she dar- ed riot voice them more explicitly without encouragement from him, which she would' never get. So he smiled blandly and went back'to see if there as something more he could do for Mark and Lucy. • There was,, for thee both declined. a second cup of coffee; and preseet- ly he went back to Mrs,: Batiwood, carrying • the tray before him like a sort of shining shield. "A beautiful night," he said sen- timentally. "Sets one to thinking of allesorts of things. Youth and sum- mer—" "Humph!" said Mrs. Banwood. Mark looked across to. where Lucy rested, arms behind her golden head. She looked hardly more than the wraith of a 'gel, for they had turned off the terrace lights, and there was only the faint gleam of tbe little moon, and the glimmer of low -hung innumerable stars. Scents drifted up to theta with every slight- est stirring of air. The almost un- earthly perfume of . roses, - and the fragrance of 'late -blooming honey suckle floated about them. It came over. Lucy with a' sudden stab, thet sere welled sometime leave all this for that drab world where there were bills to pay and work to do. Nothing that she did at present was the least like work. ' Life was just a sort of unbelievable interlude where beauty and kin,duess were like the air they breathed. She was 'delightfully conscious of Mark, but only as an accompani- ment to her thciughts. So shestarted when be got up and dropped down on a stool 'beside her chair. "Bored?" she echoed. She thought she could hardly have understood him. • "Well --•L just wondered. There are ahvays the village 'niovies, you • "Don't be a goat," said Mark angrily. W out ut Valerie hearing, "You're to she said, "but I think 'I shanft come. You'll understand how it is. I've been long- ing for her to know children. her own age. But I didn't know just how to go about it." "I 'wish you'd told me." 'Shirley's voice came back warmly. "I'd love to help, whenever I can. Maybe you'll have lunch with me some day soon. There are. some things I might be able to tell yott—," Something in her tone {Tee& 'Lucy agree eagerly. "I'd love it, She said. "Call me when you want me. And do make it soon." Valerie went off in state, driven by Catlet. -Ste looked' rather like a pale pink cloud in her flesh -colored dancing frock; with a tiny string of pearls about her throat. It wasn't until 'Chiltern annonneed dinner that Lucy realized she was Sitting down to !her first Meal atone with Mark. It was early Sentetaber, and summer was , still in 'the air. they more whltei and her eyes were. dark undo the gold of her sweet Wee ask of Me, OP' know-." ."If you think 'I could even pretend to want movies, with all the pictures the night makes in this gorgeous garden, you must think I'm a good actor," she said., "I think you're a bad actor. That's why I like you Siich, a lot." It startled him' to realize lie could almost have said "love," even without' meaning it. Mrs. Banwood's passion for the ra- dio was nee/ audible on the air. It was pleaeant to sit there peace- fully in the half dark, and listen to else.' beat of dance music , coming from. • city canyons so many over- heated miles away. The music was ,a little louder now. It canto lilting through bhe night with its haunting rhythm. Mark got to his feet, and .stood in mock fore mality beside, her. "Like to (Ince this?" he asked. She seeing her silver sandals to the tereate„ flags, and faced, him. "teve'0; of eivertle," she aid; He tebk 'her in his. VMS, and they titta floor In silence& they. felt elle had 'been welt. .400,1 itprkg the /mesa &Aklia big ay her Alfa just to clane With. Mark. She was glad he didn't want to talk. Always, she thought, she would remember this night. She wanted to holdett teght, to let it sink deep, to be able to shut her eyes and live it all again when it Was gone. The eight, the bewitching little M0011, the scent of the roses, and Mark's arma. I * * Just before Thauksgiving, Valerie had a birthday. Ten couples were asked for dinner and dancing. . Valerie invited Shirley too; but she declined, saying she didn't believe in too many adults at a children's party. Lucy ,was, all for putting in a quiet evening in her own retries, but dismay were so real that she changed her mind.. She and Mark had their dinner at a small table before the library fire. Valerie quailed e' bit at the idea of being left alone with a dinner party, but Mark and Lucy told her she might as well begin her „apprentice- ship as a hostess. As she grew used to the idea, she began to enjoy it. Mark received' the youngsters who overflowed the place. The house was fulfillieg itself for the first time, he thought, with a twinge at his disloy- alty. When they had found their place cards, and: had encircled the old oval table in the, dining room, he ivent pack. to Lucy by the library fire. The contrast between the laughing youfig mob he had left; and golden: haired Lucy in her peach -colored frock waiting in the quiet room, struck him so that he stopped in the doorway to enjoy it. He detached lernself from the domesticity he had come to take so happily for geanted, and looked at the scene as a stranger might. Lucy glanced up, and caught the slight seleconstiousness with which he came toward her. She smiled at hime aleid everything swung into place again. He pulled out !her chair, and Alice came inand began to serve their dinner. From the dining room on the other side of the great hall young laughter rose distantly. They were just finishing their cof- fee, 'with a very special old liqueur in honor of the day, when to their dismay, the draperies at the library door were pushed, aside to reveal Elsie in slim.- black velvet, a white ermine cloak off her very bare shoul- ders. She stood without speaking, her sultry eyes on the domestic scene before her. "So 'there you are," she said at last. Her voice broke a little shrilly as she came into the room. Mark goe to his feet. He did a mental leap after his vanishing sense of hoSpitality. The woman was in his house. It was almost as hard' to remember as when be was a. child, With unwanted guests thrust on him. Since she had met him •at the fac- tory gates, Wide Acres had been mercifully free of Elsie. As a matter of fact. he had almost completely forgotten her. She barely nodded to Lucy, who could scarcely believe that she was there. • enten. Shirley had refueed, it seemed incredible that Elsie had come uninvited. She Slipped 'out of, her coat, and draped herself over a near -by chair. Her glance rested first on Mark, then Lucy, and last on the small table sitting so cosily by the fire, "What a domestic scene," she said. "Isn't it?" agreed Mark amiably. "I hope I'm not too terribly in the way," she went on wistfully. "I never dreamed yelled be entertain- ing. I just -felt so lonely on this dear home day, I longed for a glimpse of something real. "Of course I'm frightfully embar- rassed," Elsie seemed to be doing all the talking. "Dashing in on a party where -I wasn't invited. But I never dreamed — with dear Ellen gone— anti ale—" "Don't be a goat," said Mark an- grily. "Anybody can see with half an eye it's only a childrene party. Why do, you suppose Miss Tredway and are hiding here?' "I—really wondered—" murmured Elsie. She was a little frightened after ehe had said it; but Mark gave no hint that he had heard, and it made Ito difference wheeler Lucy had or not. "Valerie had a birthday a couple 1 days ago," explained Mark. "Eve,4 Shirley gave her a party, elte has rotted about, and she wanted to 'return a few invitations. No grown ups allowed. Even Shirley did not come and she was really reeeonsible." (Continued Next ic)Vieek) Fairy Dessert . ., I OM' guy Jelled 01".liti/P,404..•.411440.00l bout the - estonomoi. 99.9 business .after- anallOrin. thts7,01,144 try. It was said to be fA01404.. CarthY who eauSed AllnelIMIU COW • pany of ,Cansein to build its. big plant to Toronto oa Sterling..-Boad. Re. IS chairman of the Board of Directors of The National? Trust Co.,. and of Central Canada Loannrd, Savings Co.. Limited, and Toronto Loan and Sate lege Co. Limited, He is a director of the Bank of Nova Scotia. The feet of the matter is that a great deal has gon 14 in Leighton McCarthy. life. He is an ,enthuedate tie golfer and was an early lacrosse -tear. He has interested himself ac- tively in science and education. In 1900 he married Muriel Drum mond Campbell of Toronto. The Mo. Carthys have four daughters and one son, all married, and keeping their paretts' young and lively with a swarm of eleven grandchildren some of whom seam always to be visiting Grandraother. • Mrs, McCarthy is currently much engrossed with her latest grandchild, °Miss McCarthy," age three weeks. However, she hopes to join her hus- band in Washington at least part of the time. • Mr. McCarthy serves as trustee of tthe Toronto General Roselle' and of Ridley College in St: Cathariues. For a num•bet of years Mr. McCarthy has spent his winters in the south. Twelve years ago infantile par- alysis struck Leighton McCarthy's only sou, John; it was in the early days of medical science's. work with_ the diSeiase, but Warm Springs, Geor- gia, seemed the ,best bet, and Mc- Carthy took his sod down. There he met "one of the greatest men in the world," and a' close friendship be - !P•DX.1* CO' :,xgne4Or ryourvii 0:400,,44 aada way eie# . .! etee9:ea(1444c'44 e1P1144 4151g*Pg of eyery eautiare, and tete weekelle Foundation for Ineentile 1:-!4474fll 9 the•U.S.A. was follife1edelte epread 'the held elatinofr g treaedirtileas"al4e e 4nd'alrtoli)rowett0.140: bulk of the large Berths .of netiMey Mist' ed in the conteaudities /rottt which they came. Mr. McCarthy -was eteCecl to serve as a trustee of -ens organa - tion, toe. Mr. Roosevelt hatt no offic- ial 'connection with it except that he lends his name to the aeries of birth- day bales through which the funds are annually raised. Popular Appointment Outside the Toronto area, Leighton McCarthy's appointment roused cur- iosity—his business reputation\ being known, but since his retirement from politics he has been out of the gen- eral public's eye. But there are men in Ottawa who have followed his de- velopment, knawu 'him personally all these years, have explaineci with en- thusiasm what his appointment means to them. "Luck to get him," one ex- claimed. "He's got all that it takes —chum of manner, all sorts of brains, business ability!" Only his handling the ,public and his human wisdom corroboate -the fact that Leighton McCarthy has liv- ed 71 eears. He goes to Washington at the most interesting as well as the most critical moment in Canada's his- tory. None in Ottawa can possibly uess vthat momentous affairs may come up in his time of office there. Leighton McCarthy is a man or big affairs, entrusted with a big job, and he looks fit to take it. •• 3 Travel in 401 4 0e$944. Twain. • Doay is as hateful asit I ousi—lgrof, ,otn' Vour Atio rat t• r,ir To, HOTEL WAYEIRL. , Eyq Located on Wide' Slidilial • at Cartago St. :oanSYr?ettoHl ways venyo • • tut : Rates $2,9t $5 Four io Roos, US to Close to the Universay, P.arliaMent. Buildings,, • wTM oep la: set ari-a lLee se_ ,mf Houses, Gardens,es, Hospitals,_ant_ the,• Fashionable Retail Shopping District. A. M. POWELL, PRESIDENT 11 6 egg whites • ee, teaspoon bakin,, powder 1 cup fine granul tted or fruit Sugar: Beat egg 'whit es until stiff. Sift baking powder ,lth sugar and grad- ually beat Int4 egg 'whites. 'POI mixture into ltev well buttered cake or pie title a14 bake ett 350 deg, er. for 15 to 20 Jill rutes. 'l'urn-out. When cool put toge ,her with sliced. tritit,., taixed With Whitnped cream. 'Da'par covered wi whipped oteaM. oh Well in refrig ator before 90044, 0 Messrs. Jones and Messrs. Brown both make shoes—shoes exactly similar in quality and style. Messrs. Jones do not advertise. Messrs. Brown do, and sell a very much greater • quantity than 'Messrs. Jones in consequence. Who pays for Messrs. Brown's advertising? Not Messrs. Brown—because their profit—on the quantity sold—is Messrs. Jones' profit multiplied many times. Not the public—because they get, for $4.00, shoes of a quality for which Messrs. Jones charge $4.50. Not the retailer— because the profit is the same in both cases. No one pays for advertising. It is an economy—not a Charge. It does for the operation of selling what MeSsrs: BroWn's machinery does for the operation of making shoes—speeds it up, and multiplies its efficiency. It makes possible big -scale production and so reduces costs. e It Pays To Advertise • HE HURON EXPOSIT McLEAN EROS., Publishers, SEAPOidli • e • • 4141