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They were members in good standing of an 01th- dox. Protestant church, and attended when convenient; which meant she went re- gularly, 'but he didn't al- though he sat on a church board, and was a generous supporter. He contributed to quite a number of “status quo" organizations, and only withdrew his contributions when 'he found, on occasion, that bhene were ‘Tadica‘ls on munumumlmuummmm1ml1mm“mumnummnum Mrs. Jones was a mem- ber of the Establishment. She was dimly conscious of this but rarely thought about it. Her husband was a successful lawyer, very suc- cessful. They always voted Conservative, and gave to the election funds. Not that the was a politician but he liked a finger in the pie, and he had an entree by this method. BP MARGARET GOVAN North Thornth Correspondent Mrs. Jones was working on a Christmas list. or rat-her a collection of Christ- mas lists: people to enter- tain. people to send gifts, people to remember with cards, and the office party for which she took responsi- bility. Not that she enjoyed Christmas. It had almost no meaning for her except an ache in «he throat and long- ing for Christmasses past. But she knew her duty. She would carry on with every- thing as usual. Arson Suspected Satan’s Choice Fire Arson Is suspected In a fire that caused about $6,000 damage to a house In Markham rented by Satan's Choice Motorcycle Club. The fire oocured Deo- ember 17, about 10:45 pm and was attended by Un- ionville Fire Department. A spokesman for the de- partment said that oil was found running freely from a broken pipe in the basement of the house. Thornhill is really flourishing hockey country with its fast expanding strong Church League and OMHA team action. This year the Church League has jumped to another higher age bracket with local competition for enthusiastic junior age players. Even at the bottom of the standings its Entertaining Angels: Fate In Immaculate Metro‘Subur‘b Tra velways Juniors Down T hornhill [ions 5 -I On this particular after- noon. Mrs. Jones was disen- chanted -by everything. She Wondered. as she did cons- tantly, where young Donald was. She hadn't heard: of him for over three years when he had walked out of 'his father‘s office after an outstanding scholastic oa- reer. He had been destined from birth to be a partner in the law firm. IR had phoned her to say “good- bye” but hadn‘t even bofihe- red to come home and col- lect some of his many, very many possessions. IMMACULATE SUBURB He'l' house was in a sub- urban area which had been country when they moved there some years ago. 1!: was well and pleasingly built. It had all the amenities, beauti- ful, sumptuous furnishings and was always immmacu- late. Big Donald, her 'hus- band, would have stood for nothing less. And Susan, lovely, attrac- tive, bright Susan laboring in that horrible boarding house she and her husband had set up, and looking the absolute limit. As a house- keeper she was impossible. There had never been any time for learning the ele- ments of househould ma- nagement, what with dancing lessons, skating lessons, art lessons. etc. PHOTOGRAPHY The boarding house was all because her young hus- band who had such a promi- sing future at the Universi- -t'y, had decided to go in for photography. To suppont him Susan had rtaken on the boarding house. 0PTED FOR So far. he hadn‘t made a cent: was experimenting, if you please. Stilfig‘e wished 'her husband back ’11: been the manded. “I'm stifled." was his short answer. “See you someday." And that was that. quite so outspoken the last time the two of them 'had 'been up for a meal, and that was endless months ago. Mrs. Jones would like to see Susan. but 'her first loyalty ‘But why?" she had de- Just then the door bell rang. It was a very faint tinkle. She would never had noticed it if Yapper hadn‘t brought it to her attention. She glanced out of the win- dow. What a night it was! She ‘had not realized about the heavy, wet and driving snow that turned into slush as soon as it fell. She hadn't heard a car. Whoever would come out to this place on such a night. without a car! MAN IN JEANS She answered the door and drew back in surprise. The man was bareheaded, and wore jeans and a shirt with some kind of shiny black jacket. Water was dripping from the long, unâ€" kempt hair, the wisp of a moustache and the straggley. small beard. was to Big Donald, as she knew. Susan agreed on one point; her first loyalty was to her husband, Paul. Paul laid down the law that there would be no fratemizimg un- til Big Donald apologized. That would never happen. Unlike Mohammed. Big Do- nald never went to the mountain! Paul was every inch as stubborn. “Life,” Mrs. Jones mused, “was no gift!" “Come in; you’ll catch your death of cold." Shé had no fear; who would dare lay a hand on her? Besides the was so rbhin. so bedraggled, so very wet. “Good evening. I'm lookâ€" ing for the Smiths, they live in that little house, I think. But there doesn't seem to be anybody at home.” NODS ONLY, EXCHANGED “Yes, they do.” She lmew the Smiths and she and they exchanged nods. NgitJher she_ nor théy seemed interested in enlarging the acquain- tances-hip. "You _wouldn”c know when they are coming homq?"__ s'he shook 116: head. “Did they expect you?”7 sh? askeq “I came from Halifax, and you never can tell when you’ll arrive if you‘re hitch- ing a lift. There is no use writing ahead of time." She stared at him, thin almost to emaciation. with -a curiously innocent look in obviously lots of fun as these Travelways and Thornhill Lions players show (from left to right) Norm Sharp, Brad Kirk- patrick, John Hopper, Will Brunnott and Don Kirby. Travel- ways downed Lions 5-1 on this particular occasion December 8 at Markham Centennial Centre. his blue eyes. and there was something of Young Donald about him. It was that which moved her. "You’d better come in and change into dry clothing" she said bums quely. “I'll find you an old dres- sing gown, and you‘ll take those clothes off. I'll dry them in the dryer." He brought the palms of his hands together in an odd gesture. at least to her it was odd; perhaps it was Hindu; she wasn't sure. He thanked her. "If I could just wait here quietly until I see a light in the house," he added. SHE WAS DISTURBED “Come in at once and get those clothes off." she re- plied crossly. She was dis- turbed, and ill-at- ease. She didn't know how to deal with this. Donald was not going to be pleased, but he wouldn‘t be home for hours on a night like this. ' Hé laughed lightly. “My change of clothing is just as wet." His clothes were clean, she noticed, and free of odor. How he managed to keep them that way. she wouldn't know. She put them in the washing machine. A good wash wouldn't hurt them. Then she went up to the bedroom where she had left “This morning. But it's quite all right. Don't bother, please." “What about bacon an eggs “There is a fire in the front room," she said not too graciously. She a d d e d. “When did you eat last?" "I’m a vegetarian; a little cereal is all I need." “Coffee?” “No thanks.” TRUSTED MY DOG She fetched the cereal, and found him with Yapper at his feet. Yapper was not a particularly friendly dog, but must have decided that this stranger was trust- worthy. “You came all the way from Halifax to see the Smiths? Are they close friends?" “I don‘t know what you a?" mean by close friends ex- actly. I like them. and I had to come this way because I am going to see my father in the States. So I thought I would visit them.” “Draft dodger" flashed in- to her mind. That would ex- plain a lot. Only she had thought that there was some organization which helped draft dodgers. “You don‘t work?” she asked. HEALTH FOOD SELLING “0, yes, when I need to. I was selling in a health food store for a while. Then I moved on. I move on when it is time.” This was a poser. “Time? Time for what?" “Moving on." She stared at him uncom- prehendingly. “What are you? Who are you?” "A seeker â€" seek and ye shall find. In the Bible, you know. I've been living yoga for some years. I have to do my trip." “Drugs?” she gasped. For some crazy reason she hadn't thought about drugs. NO MORE DRUGS “O, No. I used to, but that’s over. I have to find my trip, my path. There is a path for _everybody. I must not judge other peo- ple's paths, for they have to find their ways. If our paths are alike, I can latch on for a time.” "I meditate. A great deal of the time. I used to sleep but now I meditate." “And the exercises?" “0, yes. I used to keep very strict discipline; but I got over that. Now I can meditate whenever I like, and exercise when I need to. Through meditation I know where I’m supposed to go." That was a great deal to accept, Mrs. Jones thought. It would be wonderful to be so convinced. Had she ever been convinced about any- thing spiritual? “Where has your trip taken you?" she inquired. “All over. With the Douka- bors for a while. They are Mrs. Jones was fascinated. “But â€" but how do you know?" (Photo by Dave Barbour) fine people. But judgmental. If you don't judge you can get along with people." WHAT JESUS SAID “Why, Jesus said that. Judge not " “I know. I built the Bank- abors some sauna baths. For free. I try to do something for people if I can." It wasn't boastful; just stating a fact Mrs. Jones sat there in relaxed silence, thinking. He made relaxation easier. He was so relaxed himself. He had given her nLnuch food for thought. “For me it is the only way. It makes life so much simpler to have no attachment to things. You are free." “150 you mean you can dis- cipline yourself not to care?" she was amazed. “Sure. Not all at once. It takes time. St. Francis did, you know. Most of us care too much about every little thing. And most things don't matter.” “You seem to have so few possessions. Are you satis- fied that way?" A LONG PAUSE There was a long pause. The young man seemed con- tent to talk or not to talk. and his hostess certainly re- quired time to think. A never ending list of "things" ran in circles in her mind. All of them took time to care about, to worry about. Could one really rid one’s self of things? She doubted it. She was a little old to begin. As for Big Donald. He would consider such an idea downright ridiculous. “People are different from things, but up to a point I don't care. So many little relations and confrontations hurt our feelings. Some are important, some don't really matter. You have to set your priorities.” She went back to the fire and sat down. “So very odd. He didn't even say he is a Christian, but he seems more Christian than I, and I am a professing Christian. I won- der â€" my trip? Have I one? Did I want Susan to take my trip? And young Donald?" “And what does he mean by meditation?" «She sup- posed it was a kind of pray- ing. She had never prayed much â€" it didn’t seem practi- calâ€"so she had only turned to it in desperation when there was no solution to her problems. But perhaps if she gave some time to thinking with an awareness of God's presence. . . . HUSBAND ARRIVES He glanced out of the win- dow. CLOTHES ARE DRY “I'm sure of it. but do you have to go so soon?" She had spoken from her heart, not her head. Donald would not be pleased to find this strang- er here. “Yes, I must be gone." He gave her a blessing as she stood on the steps to bid him good-bye. “Love and peace!" “Do 7â€" do you not care about people either?" “There is a light at the Smiths’. My friends must be back," he announced. “I am greatly beholden to you. Do you think my clothes are dry?" Her husband came in. wet, cold and cranky. “Filthy night. And all the idiot driv- ers are on the roads.” “Donald, is something the matter?” There was real con- cern in her voice. Do you feel ill?” "I'm 0 ” he muttered. He was thinking of the last time he had seen Donald. There had been a big row â€" all young Donald's fault of course I . . Ifiut his wife's words had startled him. That was what young Donald had said. “What about a hot bath and some coffee? I have the coffee ready and waiting.” She watched him drinking it. She liked preparing and serving him food and drink. Actually it seemed all he wanted from her these days. Or was it all she gave him? "I'm not interested in bringing her round. I want her to live her own life, as she wants to live it.” INCREDULOUS STARE Big Donald stared at her incredulously. He was about to speak and then didn't. Instead a slow blush turned his face dark red. “Good idea. She'll be fed up by this time and a little interest on your part will bring her round . . ." It was a couple of days later that she told him. “Don- ald. I’m going tg sgg S_usap.'_’ “Of course you’ll be a law- yer,” Big Donald had stormed. “Father was a lawyer. I‘m a lawyer. After all I’ve done for you you are morally obliged to be a lawyer. The firm must go on." SON TURNED AWAY It was then that young Donald had turned on his “I must live my own Me as I want to live it. Not yours. All I’m asking is a couple of yen: to think things through. Perhaps I will choose to be a lawyer. I just don’t know.” prohibits discrimination because of age, sex, marital status, race, creed, colour, nationality, ancestry, or place of origin. In compliance with this code, “The Liberal” reserves 'the right to make the necessary changes in advertising copy. THE ONTARIO HUMAN RIGHTS CODE NOTICE TO ADVERTISERS THE LIBERAL, Richmond Hill, Ontario, Thursday, Dec. 20, 1973 7 heel. and walked out without another word. Big Donald could still see him, still hear him. These young people! And his wife taking their side. Only what had happened when he had blustered and Young Donald had left. held his hot. angry words in check. DAUGHTER HAPPY Mrs. Jones went to see Su- san the following day. Things were going better at the boarding house than she could possibly have expected. Not her way of living. but a way of living. Susan was very happy and delighted to see her. As she was leaving Susan asked hesitatingly: “Would you â€" and father come for dinner on Christmas Day? We are having a big dinner here on Christmas Eve. Several of the people have nowhere else to go. We’ve told them that we are taking a holiday on Christmas Day, and they can have kitchen privileges for once, as long as they don’t get in our way." she chuckled. “If you could come here, we’d like that. There will be decorations, and good left overs, and just the four of us." “At home there’d be just the two of us,” her mother said soberly. “I'll see what I can do with your father." FATHER CAPITULATED Big Donald capitulated finally. It had been touch and go. but he did want to see Susan. He was very fond of her. Mrs. Jones had been tactful, patient, and understanding. Perhaps her attempts at meditation had paid off! “They are,” he agreed. and decided then and there. to buy one, in a month or so. He couldn’t resist them. DINNER WAS PLEASANT The dinner was very pleasant. Mrs. Jones was happier than she had been for months. And her hus- band was on his best be- havior. “Doing what? Big Donald’s voice boomed. After dinner was over Sus- an announced she'd had a note from Donald. Her mo- ther's heart gave a lurch. She carefully avoided Big Donald’s eyes. “He's will?" she couldn’t hide the trembling in her voice. "Quite well, I think. He's in Whitehorse." “Everything and anything," she replied lightly. “Dish washing, taxi driving, tour- ists' guide, reporting. giving skiing lessons. He is do- ing the last two at the mom- ent.” “Can’t he settle down?" MAY START WRITING “Doesn't know what he wants to settle at. I should- n’t be surprised if he went on reporting and then start- ed writing in earnest." “Who does this work?" he asked. There was a long pause while each thought his own thoughts. Mrs. Jones won- dered if young Donald was getting enough to eat. Big Donald felt the same bitter ache of disappointment. Sus- an's husband was consider- ing asking Big Donald if he might do a study of his head, while Susan seemed to be struggling with some idea of her own. When they entered the dining r00m Big Donald was immediately attracted to some outstanding photo- graphs on the dining room walls. He had a genuine appreciation of art, and he was drawn to these immed- iately. “Your son-in-law," Susan replied demurely. and then added: “Aren’t they some- thing, Dad?" It was she who broke the silence. "I've been accepted at Osgoode next year," she said. “This place can man- age on its own with a little help now I’ve got it organ- ized. You always said I had a lawyer’s outlook, Dad. Could I do some work in your office. and perhaps, later. if I were any good . . ." “She’d do it under her own name," said his son-in- law. They had evidently talked it over. VISITOR OF MYSTERY "And I don't even know what his name was." thought Mrs. Jones. “I’ll be be- holden to him all the rest of my days. A Christmas present to me from God." "YOU!" it was explosive. “You a lawyer?" weighing the pro's and cons. "You as a partner . . .” and he smiled broadly. 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