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â€" and then alone. Why not? What else can Ido! There‘s no longer a cause to serve now there‘s a war. When it comes to it, it‘s cnly women‘s work weâ€"can do. There have always to be mothers, and people to bring up the next generation. And I suppose, too, there is something in tradition. You can‘t look at Mary Pettigrew and desâ€" pise what she stands for." HILDA MAKES A DECISION Hilda Boult lay in the great be the guest chamber in the old Mar House She felt in one sense an a and in another sense that she had c home. MHilda crossed I breast; and all n away from her. she might have b{ bride of the lord v'lhy not; She wa:s to this mods of | Hilda felt that sh mon without there crepancy between t was posted as missin see him again. ever, 4 "Very well, Mr. Meryom, I‘ll carry "And I, so0o, 1 suppose, could underâ€" lt on by myself. I think I understand all stand him. And when it comes to it I you‘ve told me. I.think T‘ll remember suppose I‘d rather be here as his wife all I learnt from my father." What an ef turn to Engla what fatigue, way! now, in her loneliness and pain, much in common with Mary Petligrew, a women whom she had hitherto brushed aside and tried to despise. How vain, and in a way, cheap, scemed all this cry for "women‘s suffrage" and "social reform" compared to the state and digâ€" nity of the mistress of the old Mansion House, who had gone her way from year to year following the routine of the © "Yes, she remembers," thought Hilda, tossing restlessly, other wars, though they seem small now. I believe Harry Medway was the man whom she really loved, and he volunteered for Africa. She must have been very young then and she is beautiful still. What do I mean to do? Am I to attach myself to this ancient place, these decaying traâ€" ditiohs, as I think them to be? Am I to wait here for the possible return of BHimon; Why, I don‘t believe he wili reéturn. It will msean that I am to be here with his mother until she is dead â€"~â€" and then alone. Why not? What She put her h: and between the . the bluish moonli Simon‘s mother, she mused, wo express her sorrow and her grie had summed and understood h but she would be mourning for I ever. i yreform" compared 10 1 nity of the mistress of House, who had gon year to vear following seasons, aloof and gr war to another. ©#49000000000094000400 00046 ¢% + @4400 04000009 0900 9 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 000090 0000000000 0000 % 0 % 0 0 ¢ 4 *4 E‘S\\\ 84 4444444444444 4 K818 * * A TALE OF THE END OF AN EPOCH Temiskaming Northern Ontario Railway A Change Will be Made in Passenger Train and Motor Bus Schedules on Sunday, September 27th, 1942 PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT Effective Sunday, September 27th, 1942 ST. MARTIN‘S FLOW For Particulars Apply to Local Agent Wha CHANGE OF TIMETABLE rebel against the Victorian conventions of her time. HARRY MEDWAY: Quiet middleâ€"aged man of the Victorian type, son of Paul. MARTHA BOULT: Ungifted but attractive daughter of Emily and her cousin. Ird Generation: SIMON PETTIGREW : Impracticable and lazy son of Mary, a young man disappointed in love who seeks an casy way out in the Great War of 1914â€"1918. HILDA BOULTâ€"MEDWAY: Very "modern" young daughter of Harry Medway and Martha Boult. ith Generation: BASIL and SARAH PETTIGBREW: Children of Simon and Hilda. They live in the present time, and in their veins flows the blood of the Pettigrews, the Boults, the Bartletts, and the Medways. Ist Generation: MILES PETTIGREW: the headstrong young son of a typical English squire of the wars with Napoleon. ROSE BARTLETT: Beautiful daughter of a retired sailor who fought with Nelson at ind hands Air EMILY BOULT: Vain and scheming daughter of an industrious yeoman farmer. PAUL MEDWAY: Young clerk of doubtful character from the pirates nest of Jamaica. Generalion : M MARY PETTIGREW: Only daughter of Miles, an ardent young woman who seeks to bein hem. ‘ould marry Siâ€" ing such a disâ€" i. _ But Simon she might never before her eyes s of her fingers rept. . . iused, would not alaigar made to reâ€" igzh she knew she chosen, place. And hostile had found pain, much itine of. t SA{rOM â€" OI rief, She her son, r him for ipon ner chts fell Mansion in alien, ad come by MARIORIE BOW EN 146 She put her hand before her eyes and drew the coverlet up ‘before them, and as she lay there in the great bed that ‘had belonged to the Pettigrews, secure |in the house that had belonged to them fcr generations, she felt absorbed in |them, part of their future, and their | wellâ€"being. And she resolved, before ‘she fell into a sleep of deep fatigue, ;that if Simon returned she would marâ€" ry him. "HMHE‘LL BE A STRANGER HERE" Hilda Boult tried the next morning to put her point of view before Mary Petigrew, but she found that that reâ€" | served woman had retired into the fastâ€" \ness of her pride and seclusion. than standing on a platform with these women who wantâ€"what? What does any of this matter? If one could be a wife to a man who one respected even if one didn‘t love him!â€"It‘s getting too deep for me," thought Hilda. "I‘m tired. All one wants is to be rooted in some sort of security and with perhaps children, and a home." as much, though there had been other wocers who had been attracted by her fortune. She was a rich woman, she supposed, even in warâ€"time but she had not taken great trouble to go into her financial affairs. "If the British Empire doesn‘t surâ€" vive," she thought, what is the good of considering, even for a moment, such a question as women‘s sufferage?" Bhe felt the tears come to her eyes, Simon had truly loved her, and she did not know any other man who had done As she lay halfâ€"dreaming there Simon Pettigrew gradually took on the shape of the ideal here; she almost believed that she had always loved him, and only put him aside because of her devâ€" otion to a cause that had now been exâ€" tinguished in a devotion to a much greater cause. "One must," she said, "look at things with a realistic eye. Simon is lost aâ€" long with many others of equal morit, and you must go forward and make your future where you can find it, Hilâ€" da, and not be concerned with us." So Hilda became self too, and when she went back to the old Mansion Farm the practical side of her nature came uppermost. She was busiâ€" nesslike, pleased that everything on the »state had been done well. There was litt]l left for her, if she wanted to live there, to supervise. She said to the man whom she had employed and who now was soon to go on what he considered more important businessâ€"the war. * Traffic Manager. PRINCIPAL CHARACTER® She ga she spok |sponded "I coul I admire and you "I sha: my dear. the war, good or | just cartr "I don!l "Carries tell you rising, so hit." ‘*That‘s Pettigrew suppose I that mat in which "It does 5m;: upon § those pe falling, could bu bears ItT ments an |I know | don‘t. aA | | be a stra so the [ Mary Pe best she land Hil "fulfilling a phrase |admitwd cent for ] Ithis was a watch 1 Her olc loge, wore good wor with no were, dro LW Te t qss in in a + omm on e n Mary Pettigrew keeping best she could the old M and Hilda Boult, as be "fulfilling her own destin a phrase she used hersel admitted that it sounded cent for her poor efforts. this was her cwn expressi( a watch with the mainspr Her old friends, her con loge, woere scattered, all d« good work, here, there, an with no time for her wh were, dropped out of thing loreg absence in Italy, lor She saw his halfâ€"smile at words so serious from a woman, but if the wal was to be won, women must be serious. Hilda remained on the old Mansion Farm, taking the place of her own steward, running it with her own inâ€" stincts and her own brains and finding a creat satisfaction in the rotation of "I shant say anything to offend you, my dear. Why should I? The news of the war, well, I don‘t know whether it‘s good or bad. I never read of it. One just carries on." "I dont‘ like that phrase,"said Hilda. "Carries on." What does it mean. They tell you that everywhere. Taxes are rising, so are costs. You must be hard "It does matter," thought Hilda, turnâ€" ing upon her way, "they‘ll have to go, those people. Costs are rising, prices falling, I know their diffculties. I could buy them toâ€"morrow. My foreâ€" bears made shrewd business investâ€" ments and the Pettigrews never did. And I know how to make monevy and they don‘t. And if Simon comes home he‘ll be a stranger to me." a great satisfaction in the rotation OL the crops in the routine of the days and the months, in her visits to the old Mansion House where Mary Pettigrew in her own degree was undertaking the same task, as week by week there was no news of Simon and no more to be heard of him than that he was missing. On Sundays the two women were alâ€" ways close together in St. Martin‘s Church, kneeling near the monuments that celebrated the Pettigrew knights, crusaders, cavaliers; the rector always put up a prayver for Simon Pettigrew, heir to the manor estate, reported missâ€" ing, but as they all believed and hoped, safe somewhere. "I‘ve not avoided you. But we‘re two women set so far apart and yet with the one â€"man between us. Hush, here are all the village gossips coming and none of them understand us, neiâ€" ther yvou nor I." "That‘s true enough," signed Mary Pettigrew. "I feel myself at the end of things, ageing, done for. Won‘t you come un to the old Mansion House? Though Simon never comes home you‘ll find a clever husband, one worthy of you. And I think he‘ll comeâ€"Simon I She gave Hilda‘s hand a pressure as she spoke, and the young woman reâ€" sponded spontaneously. "You don‘t think that? My hopes are dead. I don‘t thirk any more of the causes for which I was once prepared to sacrifice everything. I just keep the old Mansion Farm going somehow, seaâ€" son to season." "I couldn‘t refuse you, Mrs. Pettigrew I admire you very much. Yes, I‘ll come, and you can say what you like." "*‘That‘s a new phrase too." said Mrs. Pettigrew with a grave smile. "Yes, I suppose I‘m hard hit. But what should that matter in the new order of things in which vou have so large a part?" Hilda did not know how far Mary Pettigrew subscribed to this act of friendship. She did not wear her wiâ€" dow‘s mourning nor black, but only in a plain grey or blue attire knelt in her place, the pew that had been long sincs dedicated to the Mansion House, while Hilda was in that that had been allqtâ€" ted to the old Mansion Farm. "I‘m sorry you‘ve avoided me," smiled Mary Pettigrew, "since our one confiâ€" aence." "You don‘t ever come to see me now, Hilda," said Mary Pettigrew one such Sunday. *"It‘s June again and lovely weather, and I‘m lonely. Don‘t be aâ€" fraid of me Hilda." "I‘m not afraid of you," answered the young girl, but she flushed. "I don‘t want you, however, to suppose," she added frankly, "that I am waltmg for Simon." "I should never have supposed that But I don‘t think he‘s dead, my dear." They stcod by the lychâ€"gate near the porch < where the coffins rested, and loked into one another‘s eyves. But outside the two women would meet, in that churchyard. | sTIMONX ISs FOTUTUND 2 1]}Ci DSC1 it it sounded poor efforts. oxn expressi( the mainspr ends. her con doing fine wOI and everywher who had. as M ades a m sIrl ) magnifiâ€" e felt, and rather like . ‘ As M ough her "Of course," said Hilda. She felt the blood like a thin flame burning her face her limbs trembled. What did she exâ€" pect, â€" what was she afrtid of? She Ithought that the old servant seemed agitated, too, but she did not darses to question him. "I‘ll come up at once." She repeated the words foolishly. She was usually businesslike, it was not her way to be confused or overcome; but this sudden summons from Mary Petâ€" tigrew â€"â€", I She went into the handsome parlour, She gave handsomelyvy to charities, though disliking the word. She investâ€" ed in war loan, she did, in fact everyâ€" thing that she ought to have done. She had tired people, woundsd soldiers, to stay at the old Mansion Farm. She went up to London and took her part thete in various activities that were got together by her oneâ€"time friends at College. Yet somehow her whole life rang hollow, and when war had been dragging for another year, in August 1915, Hilda Boult felt suddenly as if all he rstrength was pouring out of her, as if she could not continue this purposeâ€" less existence. values though only a matter of months. to open the papers. To try to live an crdered and a sheltered lfe in the midst of all this chaos and horror seemed inâ€" decentâ€"yet there was nothing else to do. convenl old Tuc nerseif in great deal was a vou "I have done everything I could,"" she said to herself. ‘"Why does it all seem wrong?2" The two women had made formal calls on one another, after that appeal in the churchyard, but that first gleam of friendship that seemed to unite them in a common interest and common love for Simon, had flickered out, They were distant, almost like strangers. There was a great breach between them the ‘breach of a different generation. a different breed. ‘Hilda Boult felt that keenly though Mary Pettigrew was never one to play the great lady. She kept as much as she could out of village activities. ‘The old Mansion Houss was not suitable for turning into a hospital, it was too draughty and oldâ€"fashioned, not patricularly well equipped with telâ€" ephones, heating and lighting. Mary Pettigrew, perhaps, was glad of this, but she had her working party there each day of the week, her name was at the head of all the local war efforts, she sent her fruit and her flowers to the hospitals at Norwich. Hilda Boult noticed that her staff was even less than it had been at the outâ€" break of the war, that even more of the Hilda heard everyvyons say that "I suppose it‘s the war." This seemed to excuse all latitude, all confusion, all incompetency, a great deal of foolishâ€" ness and falsehood, too. The world was out of focus. The news was often bad, ghastly, terrible: one hardly dared One hot day the old manservant, Catterham, came down with a message from Mrs. Pettigrew. Would Miss Boult step up to the old Mansion House at once? Shoe looked round her wcll;nourished acres, her prosperous, wellâ€"run farm, no appeal had been made to her in vain, she had not failed in any dutyâ€"yet she felt alien, apart. "I feel as much out cof it as Mary Pettigrew is up at the old Mansion House." rooms closed "I suppose she feels her life more or less useless. And so do I. But what‘s the matter with us? She belongs to the past, and I â€" well, I ought to be belonging to the future, and neither of us seem to fit in anywhere. I suppose it‘s the war." Majorâ€"General liary Territorial Majorâ€"General, dian Women‘s of Victoria, B.C, C. headquarters, Ma the old Mansion House were C.W.A.C. INTERVIEWS A.T.S. CHIEEF NC eam ie handsome parlour, its modernity of the use, and looked at ‘or. She had aged a ught, since 1914; she an. still, but her feaâ€" Jean Knox, Chief Controller and Director of the Auxiâ€" and first woman to be appointed a British Army diseusses problems affecting the A.T.S. and the Canaâ€" Army Corps with 2nd Lieut, Barbara Bullockâ€"Webster, _ newly appaoin{ed press liaison officer for the C. W. A. Ottawa. (Canadian Army Photo) ) prepat few The Advance twenty years ago pubâ€" ished a detailed report of the quarterly meeting of the Northern Ontario Assocâ€" lated Boards of Trado at New Liskearda on Sept 1l4th, 15th and 16th, 1922. Deâ€" legates from this part of the North deâ€" trained at Englehart where they were the guests of the Englehart board of trade for lunch, then driving around that part of the country and through to New Liskeard for the meeting. The delegates were greatly impressed with the argicultural country south of Enâ€" glehart, â€" Along the railroad track it did not look much, but back a couple of miles it was very impressive. The delegates from the North expressed especial gratitude for kindness shown by M. R. Ireland, David Korman and In The Advance of Sept. 20th, 1922, there was the fuoilowing report of the wedding of a popular young man at Simcoe, Ont.â€""Guy McChesney, one of the popular young men of the town, returned to Timmins recently with his bride,. and has been the recipient of all good wishes from his many friends here Mr. McChesney was for some time one of the volunteer fire brigade here and has been wellâ€"known and popular in Timmins and district. Speaking of the happy event the New Liskeard Speaker last week says:â€"‘"The wedding took place at Simcoe, Ontario, on Tuesday, Sept 4th, at the home of the bride, of Miss Anna V. Knowles and Mr. Guy McChesney, of Timmins. â€" After a short trip Mr. and Myrs. McChesney returned to Timmins where they will reside. The young couple are very well known in town, the bride having been assistant at the continuation school, last year, while Mr. McChesney is a son of Mr. and Mrs. Sam McChesney. They carry‘ with them the very best wishes of their many friends made here." Considerable space and some lanâ€" guage was used by The Advance twenty years ago in calling attention to the neglect to fix the approaches to the Government bridge west of the river. Traffic had to make a detour to get past the new bridge. The condition had been allowed to continue for a couple nf months and The Advance wanted to Twenty years ago The Advance had a full report of a remarkable game of baseball played at Iroquois Falls beâ€" tween Timmins and Cochrane teams to decide the championship of the disâ€" trict baseball series. Ernie Tait, pitcher for Timmins, struck out no less than eighteen men, while Slip Campbell for Cochrane only got six. Nevertheless Cochrane won the game, the score beâ€" ing 9 to 5. Timmins lost out through some shortâ€"sighted plays and lack of support to the able pitcher. Timmins team included Scully, Destefano, Pierce, Duncan, Tait, Farr, Rochon, McIntyre, Brown and Monoghan. W. H. Weeks, of Englehart. At New Liskeard there was also a right royal welcome. The delegates were shown around A. J. Kennedy‘s fine farm and also saw the celery gardens of Mtr. Fee, son of the Presbyterian minister at Liskeard. Mayor Taylor and C. G. Mann president of the Liskeard board of trade, welcomed the delegates and at‘a bangquet given by the New Lisâ€" keard board of trade there were two special fine addresses, one by W. C. Nixon, Agent General of the Province of Ontario in London, England, and one by Mr. Cockshutt, M. P. for Brantâ€" ford. Adavance T wenty Years Ago From the Porcupine Advance Fyles vance noted that ninsular Mines w2 ?00â€"ton mill, Im10 wh Ssept. 2th, 1922, The 1at the Nighthawk was going to instal d that striking proâ€" ‘atterham? And Mary twisted toâ€" oved hands in an iat was at once Simon | gress was reported as being made in the development of the Nighthawk Lake property. "Leo Mascioli‘s new steam excavaâ€" tor is doing great work in the work of installing the new water main on Sixth avenue," said The Advance twenty years ago, addingâ€"â€""The work started this week and in a couple of days the big steam excavator had gone several blocks .making the trench in workmanâ€" like way and not only doing the work of several gangs of men, but doing it also with the speed and efficiency that few gangs would equal." Among the local and personal items in The Advance twenty years ago were the following:â€"‘"Police court was easy here this week, there only being three cases with total fines of but $70.00 and costs." "D. T. Walkom, inspector of public schools for this district, has left for Sault Ste. Marie for a similar posiâ€" tion there. His place has been taken by L. A. Marlin, MA., who will carry on the good work in this district with headquarters at Cochrane." "Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Pritchard entertained a number of their friends at an At Home in the Masonic hall on Tuesday evenâ€" ing, Sept. 12th. There were about 150 present and the evening was a most enjoyable one. Dancing, cards and other pleasures featured the evening. Wolno‘s orchestra provided unusually pleasing music for the occasion and all the guests agree that the evening was a particularly delightful one." Following the suggestion made by A J. B. Gray, deputy minister of muniâ€" cipal affairs, Haileybury town council is planning to reduce the area of the town. The first step is the appointâ€" ment on advice of the department of a Mr. Frind, an engineer, to adjust the matter. Mr. Frind is to be paid $100.00 a month for three months. It is not clear at this distance what nrovision is to be made for ‘the people in the area to be cut off from the town. Councillor Louis McLauchlan (at one time chief of police at Timmins) vigorously opâ€" posed the appointment of the engineer, not only objecting to this expense to the town, but also holding that the plan was likely to prove unfair to those in the outlying sections of the town who would necessarily be deprived of the public services which they have enjoyed. The reduction of the area of Haileybury, â€"Councillor McLauchlan said, could and should have been done aiter the fire of 1922, and he was firm in the stand that the ratepayers should be consulted â€"it was carried out now. |Countillor Mcâ€" Lauchlan held to his ovinion in the matter despite the fact that the mayor and all other councillors were ready to adopt the suggestion of the department The tendency in cases where control of the municipality is taken.over by the government is for the council to acquiâ€" esce in all suggestions. This may «be a fine thing for the department, but it is not so good sometimes for the peocule of the municipality. . Councillor McLauâ€" chlan presented a case that at least was worthy of consideration, and in any Plan to Reduce Area of the Town of Haileybury | Arch.Gillies,B.A.Scâ€",0.L.S. 0004000000 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 6 9 0 0 4 0 6 0 6 64 0 6 0 o 4400000000000000008000000¢008000000000 0000000000000 00 0 Swiss Watchmaker Graduate of the Famous Horologhal Institute of Switzerland Phone 1365 Third Avenue P. H. LAPORTE, G. C. A. Registered Architect Ontario Land Surveyor Building Plans Estimates, Etc. 23 Fourth Ave. Phone 362 10 Balsam St. North, T'immins, Ont. Accounting _ Avwliting Bystems Installed Income Tax Returns Filed Phones 2%8â€"2%28â€"286 Box 147 P.0,. Box 1591 INSURANCE IN ALL BRANCHES â€" REAL ESTATE TELEPHONES: 112 TIMMINS SOUTH PORCUPINE 30 20 Pine Street North, McInnis Block Timmins CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT CHIROPRACTOR RADIONICS ANALYSIS Xâ€"RAY â€" â€" _ SHORTWAVE O. E. 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BORN â€" on September 4th, 1942, to Mr. and Mrs. Leo Charbonneau 162 @Queen street â€" a son. event Haileybury councillor who h: his views, and st are proven right MacBrien Bailey LA WYER, AVOCAT NOTARY PUBLIC Hamilton BRlock, 30 Third Ave, Telephone 1545 Res, 51 Mountjoy St. 8. Phone 1548 13 Third Ave. Timmins ~14â€"286 JAMES R. M FPRAN Langdon Langdon BARRISTERS and SOLICITORS 2/ Third Avenue Dean Kester, K.C. BARRISTER Bank of Commerce Building S. A. Caldbick Barristers, Solicitors, Etc. Barrister, Solicitor, Etc MASSEY BLOCK TIMMINS, ONT. and south Porcupine Nel â€" on September 2nd Mrs. Victor Lorentz on Augu Timmins, Ont. M acBRIEN K H. 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