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However, in spite of her parems there was one persistent youth nam- ed Fred, a short fat uninspiring perâ€" son who finally got a chance to ask Miss Melly to’marry him and to Whom Miss Melly said no. But. ev- en though it was with difficulty that she recallcd Fred’s features she re- "membered and was grateful to him for one thing â€" he taught her to dance. This she was obligrd to hide from her parents as they didn’t ap- prove of such nonsense, but she never forgot. At home when she was a- lone in the house and Fred had long since passed from the picture. Miss Melly used to put the Blu. Danube on the phonograph and waltz around the room all by herself. Baker’s Repair Shop ‘When the library was built Miss Melly got the job of librarian bfâ€" cause she liked to read and nobody else turned up. In her twenty ycars of service, it was quite natural that she should absorb a great deal of. knowlcdge; people got into the ha-l bit of asking for information on all sorts of subjects, rather than take CALL AND SEE US FOR HARNESS, COLLARS, ETC. ALL REPAIRING PROMPTLY ATTENDED TO Johnston & G-ranston MANUFACTURERS & IMPORTERS OF CANADIAN & FOHEIG‘N Granite Monuments Phone HYIand 2081 Open Evenings Res. Phone 9788 Miss Melly was past the first blush of youth, in fact, although she didn’t look it‘ she was decidedly on the wrong side of forty. For twenty Her girlhood had been forlorn, for when she should have been enjoying herself, her parents, both imaginary i-nvalids, needed coddling and demand- ed all her time. Forgetting- that once they had been young themselves, they frowned upon boy friends their daughter might vauire. [years she had been in charge of a small tow-n library. Haple, Ont. As Miss Melinda Rayâ€"Miss Melly for shortâ€"stepped into the hotel ele- vator she saw again the good lookâ€" ing, middle-aged man, whose name the telephone girl told her was Mr. Chadwick. Miss Melly knew he not- iced her, too, and was glad she had_ as innoco»nt1y.as she. on her new blue silk dress. It was the most becoming one she had bought and went well with her gray hair and fresh complexion, which looked even fresher this even- ing after the first facial she had cv- er had in her life. Miss Melly was past the first blush of youth, in fact, although she didn’t look it‘ she was decidedly on the wrong side of forty. For twenty ‘ SVVK l'S ‘ ed. the trouble to hunt themselves. Miss Mch knew practically all the anâ€" and accordingly considered herself very well informedâ€"sophisti- cated and worldly wise into the bar- gain. Well informed she was indted, but the blue-eyed kitten never lived Her salary went mostly into the bank, at her parents" death having inherited a small house and a trifle to keep it going. When she had reached the age of 68 she intended to retire and live pcacefully on her savings; thus her life was all plann- Also, in death she was attend- ed too, for in the cametery beside her parents, remained a space for her. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11111, 1937. WWWowoownnwmn SHEPPARD & GILL LUMBER C0. 1849 Yonge St. (east side) Between Mertan & Ballicl Sts TINSMITHING FURNACES - PLUMBING HEATING Septic Tanks Installed Pumps Barn & Stable Equipment 74 Yonge Street Phone 92F MASSEY-HARRIS AGENT Farm Implements, Machinery and Repairs Telephone Richmond Hill 39 Dealers in Lumber, Lath, Shingles» Ash'phalt Roofing, Gyproc Telephone 27 Telephone 62 v Thornhi From Maple Gravel Pit GENERAL CARTAGE Char‘ies Graham MON, WED., FRI. ISAAC BAKER. Shop Closed 6 pm. Ont. R.R. No. 2 Telephone Maple 1063 SAND â€" GRAVEL WM. MCDONALD R. H. KANE RICHMOND HILL THE LIBERAL SHORT STORY SUNDAY NIGHT by Truck Thornhil] By Elizabeth Armstrong not to be considered. Miss Melly was good at arithmetic too. If she fol- lowed this advice hwr inheritance would bring in about $5 a month, which even, in her pole and unevent- ful existence, couldn't makc- any real difference. But Cousin Ed was so sound that it never occurred "0 Miss Melly to go against his judgment. How wer, on her way home that night something happened that changed her entire life. Or at least it didn’t happen to herâ€"nothing (yer didâ€"{gut as she passed the Miller’s hours. she saw‘Mary Miller kissing her boy friend, J00 Haley, good night. Distinctly, she caught the expression on Mary’s upturned face as she did so. the most depinssing sensation swept over her; in one illum'nating flash she realized that this girl, win probably had never r ai a dozen books in her life actually knew more than she, Melinda Ray. who did no- thing but study and to whom impor- tant people like Proftssor Guthrie came for information. On the instant in Miss Molly‘s mind an idea was bornâ€"a wild, in- ;sane, impossible, delicious idea. By lthe‘ time she reached home it was more than an ideaâ€"it was a fixed determination from which nobody could budge her. She called Cousin Ed on the teluphone. \ “I’m not going to invest my mon- ey.” she said. “I’m going to spend it. in New York, learningâ€"erâ€" somethinig.” Just what this was Miss Melly didn’t know hcrself. A few weeks later saw MiSS Melly on leave from the library and settled in a hotel on a side street, a quiet little place, but to her huge and bustling, where anything could hap- One day, after life had gone on month after mgrith, year after year with no change, a friend died un- expectedly and left Miss Melly the sum of two thousand dollars. Like a pack of hounds, her rolatives‘ pounced upon her, not to get the money, but with advice as to in- vestment. At the usual family Sunday night supper, Cousin Ed statnd definitely that, with times what they were three per cent was all one could get safely. With any other type of in- vestment would: be fly-by-night and‘ didâ€" hou her Disfi Up to now. sightseeing, shopping, the nevcr failing thrill of the thea- tres, had been quite sufficient but suddenly this evening, for the first time she felt lonely. Probably be- cause it was Sunday night, when at home she was accustomed to sitting down with all the family at Cousin Ed’s hospitable board. Instead, here she was coming down in the elevator to sit by herself and watch other people have a good time. When the el(vator reached the lounge, everybody“ except Miss Melly got off. Mr. Chadwick, the good looking man, with the rrust. Miss Melly saw a young fellow, obviously his son, rush up to him, pump his hand violently and then talking ani- mately, walk off with his father. They disappeared, the elevator door closed and Miss Melly went on down. She chose a certain corner chair whcre she could see everything go- ing on. She glanced across at the telephone girls, one of whom had been very friendly and helpful â€"â€" in fact it was this very girl who was responsible for Miss Melly’s smart appearance. It was she who had put her up to a lorgnette instead of the spectacles she didn’t need and show- ed her how to fix her hair so the new hats would be becoming. Only that morning she had suggested a facial for the beauty shop was open Sundays until noon. “It’ll nake you feel like a two-year-old,” she said confidently. It did. Miss Melly put her hand to her face â€"â€" how soft and young- her skin was! That was the heart- breaking part of growing old; if your health was perfect, you felt as young as ever. Through the revolving doors came a neverâ€"ending string of young peo- pleâ€"boys calling for their girls or coming with them to dance. Boy Meets Girl, thought Miss Melly, who had seen the play the day before, doesn’t it evcr happen that Man a lorgnette and a facial tears came into her eyes. But, even as she dashâ€" ed them out, her foot tapped in time to the music. The elevator came down again 'with another load of young people. It also brought the good looking man, Mr. Chadwick quite alone. Miss Melly wondered what had become of his son, then because it was rude. to stare she stopped looking at him, so she didn’t see what Mr. Chadwick did. He, in his turn, looked- v€ry hard at Miss Melly, started in her direction, then apparently changing his mind, walked over to the tele- phone girls, and spoke to the one who was with Miss Melly’s friend. In an- other minute this girl rosc, and came over to Miss Melly’s corner. Meets Woman? At that instant, the orchestra commenced to play in the tea room; the strains of a hsavenly Waltz floated through the door. Miss Melly was so depressed by it. that even though she was in New York, with plenty of money, good, clothes, l Up in her room, Miss Melly sat ldown in front of her mirror and 1fixed her face the way‘ the telephone lgirl had advised for evening. Then she adjusted her new hatâ€"it certain- ly did look better with her hair waved this way. “Not a day over thirty- five,” she said- confidently to her re- flection, “and maybe only thirtyâ€"two if I once get dancing." “Miss Ray,” she said, “I hope you won’t mind but a gentleman living in the hotel has taken a great fancy to you and wants to meet you.” “Me. “You’re crazy!" “Indeed, I’m not. It's Mr. Chad- :lick‘â€"â€" that very good-looking man ith gray hair. Maybe you’ve not- iced him.” Miss Melly’s heart flutâ€" tered and she felt the way she did when she danced the Blue Danwa alone in her room. But, aloud she merely rep1i<d primly: “I should be very pleased, I'm sure.” Mr. Chadwick was brought over and introduced. At close range he proved even more attractive than at a distance; a little older than Miss Melly. the lines on his face were strong ones, the wrinkles around his eyes, those of amiatbility. The tele- phone girl discraetly\ withdrew anl Mr. Chadwick sat down. “I hope you don’t mind my forc- ing myself on you like this,” he be- gan, “but I’ve seen you so many times. I wanted to know you.” “I‘wanttd to know you, too,” re- plied Miss Melly boldly. “Thank you. You see it’s this way with me. I’m a widower. and my son has a job on Long Island so he with me. I‘m a wmower. anu son has a job on Long Island so he lives there. He has supper with me every Sunday night, but tonight he just dropped in to give me the air for a new girl friend.” Mr. Chad- wick paused and offered Miss Melly a cigarette. Miss Melly gulpei but took it. Quite as a matter of course. Mr. Chadwick produced a match and then continued. “Week-days I don’t have time to be lonely, but there's something ,harbout being by" myself Sunday night that gets me down.” “The same here,” answered Miss Melly, and then proceeded to tell him all about her uneventful life back home, and Cousin Ed’s family gath- erings. But, from the way Mr. Chad- wick listened he didn’t consider it dull at all, but most entertaining. When she finished he said: “Oh, I'd simply love to!” “Good. I know an awfully nice little place where they have a won- derful orchestra," said Mr. Chadwick, then he added a trifle sheepishly. “T’m vel‘v fond of dancing. Of course, “Considering that We both see eye to eye about Sunday night, I wonder if you would go out to dinner with “I’m very fond of dancing. Of course, I’m not up to these modern steps. .” “But,” interrupted Miss Melly, with shining eyes, “to my way of think- ing, there’s nothing like a good, old- fashioned waltz.” Again her foot tapped to the music coming through the tea room door. “I’ll go put on my things.” Going down in the elevator with her was a girl young enough to be her daughter. The girl was pulling on a pair of white gloves; Miss Melly did the same. Then she glanced at the girl who glanced back with an excited happy smile. Miss Melly smiled too, in an understanding fashion. Boy friends waiting for both of them downstairs. Just two girls together. BROTHERTON’S - BOOKING Steamshlp OFFICE Special Sailings to the Homeland by Canadian Pacific, Cunard and Anchor-Dmmidson lines at Lowest Rates. Photos and Passports Secured All enquiries confidential We look after your wants right from your home. Phone Willowdale 63J Office Stop 6 Yonge St, Lansing 9n THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO the elevator with 9â€"2 00:093.. , 9:00 0 99¢ .6. . 09 00999. 660.9 Loo 9.9:“ .30... L”. IS A WHOLE LOT BETTER- THAN HALF a LOAF LOOK AT YOUR LABEL Prompt Paymentzof Accounts Like Competition, is the Life of Trade. At this time when the year 1937 is plassing we make an earnest request to those whose subscriptions are in ar- rears, and to others whose accounts who have been running for a long time to “render unto Caesar,“ as the Good Boon puts it. As time passes it becomes more and more evident) that the depression has produced a most careless attitudel on the part of many people toward obligations that they would ban: paid promptly in the days previous to 1929. There is a tendency these days to say: “Well, no one is paying his debts, so why should I?” This is one of the most potent causes of the continued hard times. If you don’t pay me, I can’t pay the other fellow, and in the end it goes around the circle until he can’t pay you. So nobody gets paid and business languishes. “MWNO”WOWOOOOOMOOOOMWO~WM Some people who have let an account, run for some time avoid making any payment because they feel obligated to pay the whole thing at once and can’t afford the outlay. This is a wrong attitude. People who pay some on account are helping their creditor along and, at the same time, they are reducing their obligation and establishing a reputatison for being “good pay.” The Liberal employs a staff and has a heavy over- head, like all other business concerns of the kind, and it must pay its help in dollar bills. We ask, therefore, that subscribers in arrears give this matter a little bit of thought and meet their obligation either in whole or in part. The thing to do is pay something an account and keep the wheels of business moving. Your label shows how you stand with The Liberals, If it reads “1934” that means you owe since 1934 and a few dollars would be most acceptable. This appeal also applies to accounts for advertising and job printing that have been allowed to slide for some time. Loose credit is the curse of business today. It it could be eliminated, prices of everything could be reduced at least 25 per cent. 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