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i Following an illness of brief durâ€" ation, the death occurred early Monâ€" day morning at the home of her son, F. J. Hassard, 184 Rosemount Ave., of Mrs. Elizabeth Beamish Hassard, in her 83rd year. Deceased was born in Toronto Gore and lived for many years in Peel and Caledon East disâ€" tricts and came to Weston some ten years ago. She was married to John Hassard, who predeceased her about thirtyâ€"nine years ago, in 1864, and has all her life been a staunch Angliâ€" can in religion. She is survived by two sons, Dr. T. H. Hassard, of Torâ€" onto, and F. J. Hassard, of Weston, two daughters, Mrs. G. Vaughan, Toâ€" Register Any Time J. FRANK FOSTER, Principal Phones: Ju. 9901 Ju. 1143 Bookkeeping Arithmetic Writing Spelling Shorthand & Typewriting (Mrs. John Hassard Passes in 83rd Year. 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HOLLINSWORTH, PERJSIAN..? 2 BALM C Phone 1163F or Write Box 245 if / PHONE 560 xâ€"48â€"2°T In almost every "bay" where there was a bit of space a motor had stopâ€" ped and drawn close to the cliffside in the dark, each car a wheeled solitude, a love boat at anchor in a stream of cars ignoring and ignored. There was a strange influence in this recurrent mystery. Everywhere lovers were hidâ€" ing themselves in conspicuous concealâ€" ment. Mem felt disgust at the first dozen, amusement or contempt for the ne)ét fifty, tolerance for the next, andâ€" Claymore did not speak of them or of anything else. He was too busy twirling the wheel and gauging the little distances between the edge of The Ocean Drive stretched along a forest of palms like huge coconuts dark against the gaudy west. The automobiles of every make were so many that they were â€"almost one long automomile, or at least a chain on which they slid as black beads. Their lights were coming out now like early stars pricking a twilight sky. For miles and miles the highway mounted and writhed along the steeps of preâ€" cipices, hugging the rocks to let pass car after car with lamps flashing in front of blurred passengers. Good sportsmanship, a hatred of smuggery, a contempt for too careful selfâ€"protection, a disgust for a holierâ€" thanâ€"thou selfâ€"esteemâ€" these are amâ€" lable attitudes of mind that make, for popularity. To be a miser of one‘s graces, a hypochondriacal coddler of one‘s virtues, is to be unloved and unâ€" ovable; Among the countless things said about the hows and whys of women‘s surrenders one motive seems to have been too much ignored, though it must have exerted a vast influence as womâ€" en go more and more into the worlds of business, of art, and of freedom with only themselves for their,guardâ€" ians. So many a man will gamble, break a law, â€"risk his career, his health, his life, get drunk, steal, stay, and play the fool rather than face the reproach that he is a mollycoddle, a Puritan, a prig, a Miss Nancy, a coward, a Pharâ€" isee. Mem had been swept once beyond the moorings â€"by a summer storm of devotion to young Farnaby, her first love. Now she was to feel her anchors cut adrift by the gracious gesture of good fellowship with a colleague. And many a woman who would not yield for love or luxury must have consented for fear of seeming to be overproud, stingy, cold, prudish, disâ€" obeying, superhuman, subnormal, unâ€" sportsmanlike. Claymore had been chaperoned by the company and his own reverence for discipline. But now she was outâ€" side hisâ€"authority. Both were outside the Rermond inclosure. And they were as helpless together as any other twain whom nothing restains or sepâ€" arates in the undertow of passion. They were two emotional people withâ€" out a barrier. The picture and its final retakes were finished on a Saturday afterâ€" noon. There was an evening‘s idleness ahead. Claymore asked Mem to take a drive in his car, a long. farewell flight about the familiar and the unâ€" visited roads. She accepted meekly. Something told her that this drive was important to her fate. Her price would rise and fall acâ€" cording to the general market for moving pictures and her_ specific value, Her emotions and her beauty were commodites, and Steddon stock would be quoted on the Soul Exchange as the demand for it rose and fell, as the bidders for it increased or dimâ€" inished. What Happened Before Mem‘s father reads a publicity story calling her "the prettiest girl in America" â€"and writes a letter of proâ€" test to his wife and daughter. Mem‘s fame begins to spread, and Claymore, the director, takes an unusual interest in her. He is infatuated. with Mem but tries to be aloof and professional to hide the fact from the company. Now Go On With The Story He never said anything, however, that he might not have said before a crowd. He never tried to hold her hand or snatch a kiss or filch an embrace. Mem was constantly set quivering with expectancy that he would make some advance, some gesture of enâ€" dearment, yet always unable to deâ€" cide just what she would do if he did. But he didn‘t. Something was always telling her something, Nine times out of ten it was false, but she forgot the failures and recalled the coincidences. Nobody had yet asked Mem for her selfâ€"respect as an initiation fee or an initiation rite. She was paid a weekâ€" ly wage based upon her ability, her experience, and her usefulness.| She was paid in coin of the realm. TRY Our This Week‘s Specials RAISIN AND APPLE PIES 18¢ Each ALE‘S QUALITY BAKERY Main St. N. Weston PHONE 864J wear out shoe leather seeking a home when a ten minute perusal of the Classified Ads will locate a home for you. TIMES & GUIDE Phone 26, Weston § NINTH INSTALMENT CURRANT BUNS 18¢ Per Doz. ~_ THE WESTON TIMES & G \ Her thoughts spun giddily in her mind, all entangled with a skein of roâ€" mantic threads. She was young and pretty and time was wasting her flowâ€" ‘erly graces. Some one bloomed. __ I need your money!" She turned and found herself blindâ€" ed by the glare fromS motor halted at a little distance. azzled as she was, she could see the gaunt hand He was as much amazed as if hers were the first lips he had ever kissed â€"as if he had just invented kissing. Then in a frenzy of wonder he closâ€" ed her in his arms with all his power. He did not know that the wheel bruisâ€" ed her side, and neither did she. _ But she forgot to debate her duty or to think of her soul. She thought only of the rapture of this communâ€" ion, and her arms stole around his neck and she clenched him with all the power of her arms. Mem, swooning she knew not whithâ€" er, was awakened from her mad rapâ€" ture by a low voice across her shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt you, folks, but She was not free, however, from the witchery of this night, this dream, the vast yearning of this mountainous beauty. She was not free of the disâ€" aster of desire, the hunger to be emâ€" braced and kissed and whispered to, the need to be keptywarm in the cold loneliness of the world. While she debated with herself, as doubtless / innumerable women have plights, Claymore‘s own mind was a chaos of equally ancient platitudes of a man‘s philosophy. _ _ At length he found the courage or the cruelty to slip his «arm about Mem‘s waist and to draw her close to him. He was almost more alarmed than delighted to find that she hardly resisted at all. € â€"He took her hands in his and whigâ€" pered, "Your poor little hands are cold!" Then he kissed them with cold lips that he lifted at once to hers and found them warm and strangely like a rose against his mouth. _ s She must be very gentle with him and ask him kindly to forbear and not to spoil the pleasant friendship that she had prized. If Mr. Claymore . should propose marriage, that would make hisg caresâ€" ses acceptableâ€"according to ~some canons, though not to all. But he could not marry her and she did not want to marry him. She did not want to marry anybody just now. She was a free woman in a free country. f She told herself that the only right and proper thing to do would be to resist, protest, forbid, and prevent at any cost the profanation of her sacred integrity. If necessary,;â€"she must fight, scratch, scream, escape, run away, apâ€" peal for help to any passerâ€"by, or, as a last resort, leap over the cliff and die for honor‘s sake. If he loved her and revealed his love, she could hardly reward his paâ€" tient chivalry with prompt ingratitude and violence and fear. That would make her the insulter, not him. She felt a baffling uncertainty of herself. She could not imagine what she might do or say. She had not had much experience of men, but enough to know that before long he would inâ€" itiate the immemorial procedure that starts with an arm adventuring about a waist and a voyage after a kiss. Claymore was dumb so long that Mem had time to cease to be afraid of what he would say, and to begin to wish that he would get it said, so that she could know what her answer would be. Herself told She that Mr. Claymore could not be treated as an ordinary ruffian, an insolent, outrageous knave, a fieind. He had treated her with most delicate courtesy from the first, he had given her his admiration, his praise, his devotion, his mute but eviâ€" dent affection. But who was that She and who was that Herself that told each other so many things? There was a long, long silence that filléd Mem with a terror she could not quite fail to enjoy. She could not tell whether she heard her own hartbeats or his, but excitement was athrob toâ€" gether in the little coach that had brought them so swiftly to this reâ€" mote seclusion. The night air was a strange gentâ€" leness, and the cars that shot past threw no light into their retreat. From their cavern of gloom they looked across a fathomless ravine to a mountain on which the risen moon poured a silent Niagara, In the dozâ€" ing radiance a creamy shaft of yucca stood, a candle blown out in a .deserted cathedral. ""Well", he groaned,. "this is a drive! IT‘ll rest a bit if you don‘t mind. Pretty here, eh ?" _ t 7 Halfway up the canon his headlight ransacked a black cove and found no motor in possession of the estuary of night. And here, to Mem‘s dumb asâ€" tonishment, he abruptly checked his car, swung in off the road against the wall of rubble, and stopped short with a sigh of exaggerated fatigue. _ _ the cliff and the cars that whizzed past. _ â€" wokre. S EU B , * sy RUPERT fiUGH JILLUSTRATED BY DONALD RILEY â€" 9 oney. need your m rupt you, folks, but I inter "Sorry to in A little triangular garden at Kenâ€" sington Gate, London, was once known as Dead Man‘s Green and has a somewhat gruesome history. Tradâ€" ition avers that Dead Man‘s Green, as it used to be called, was the site of the Surrey gallows, where many a highwayman and less romantic scounâ€" drel met his doom in the 18th cenâ€" tury. Here, too, some of the Scottish followers ofâ€" Prince â€" Charlie were ‘"hanged, drawn, and _ quartered" after the rebellion of 1745. A woman never quite forgives a man for not dying for her at the first opportunity. She probably never quite forgives him for dying, either. So the clever man evades the situaâ€" tion where a choice is required, as the virtuous man evades temptation while it is yet far off. for an unaccepted temptation and for being so temptable. _ es "Sit pretty now and keep ‘em up till I git goin‘ or I‘llâ€"" His car shot around the curve. Claymore brought down his aching arms. They were too much ashamed of themselves to return to their late post about Mem‘s shoulders. A preverse remorse filled their souls with confusion; a remorse beâ€" cause of a wrong remorse, a disgust The blackguard held his clubbed pisâ€" tol over Claymore‘s head a moment, then forebore to strike, and dropped from the step with a last warning. Claymore was sane enough to atâ€" tempt no resistance, though he almost perished of chagrin. He endured the insolence of the masked stranged who stole the chain and a wallet and the loose silver. that held before her a balck pistol with a glint outlining its ugly muzzle. 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