London Central Secondary School - Golden Glimpses Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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TI-IE REVIEW 91 Eritrust Your Rugs to LONDOINVS RUG EXPERTS Life-long experts employed in WASHING - REPAIRIINIG - STCRING Moth-proofing'with every washing We do Artistic Repairing We Import Persian Rugs Sold WhoIesa'Ie and Retail Vis!! Our Warehouse on York SI. The Satisfactory Books CI-IAPIVIANS LOOSE LEAF NIOTE BOOKS Made in London - Used All Over Canada TRY TI'IEIVI FOR SATISFACTION Approved by Your Principal We Bind Magazines Have Tours Done NOW Q lgnraian Qug Qlnmpang 576 Yorlc St. - Fairmont T806 The Chdries Chapman CO. London' Om' 91 DLINDAS si. Wont MET. aio M. Der Stepanian, Mgr. CHANGE OF I-IEART Continued from page 90 in her sorrow she began to feel more interest in her fellow human beings, to be more sympathetic towards the poor and hungry. A little child, ragged and dirty-faced, opened the door. Hello, dear, said Amoury. 'A Is your mother home? ' Just a minute. A moment later Mrs. Herd came down the passageway wiping her hands on a ragged, blue- checked apron. Oh, Miss Thornton! VVon't you come in? Yes I wasn't sure whether you would remember me or not. Oh I could never forget you, Miss. It was so sad. He was such a beautiful young man. 'tHe was a beautiful young man, agreed Amoury, smiling sadly. That was what I came to see you about. You were so good on that day, isn't there something I could do for you? Someone in the house began to sing. It was the same song and the same voice that had com- forted her on the day of Alan's death. Who is singing? She has a beautiful voice. That's my daughter, Mary. May I see her? She Said. Continued on page 95 Buy Quality and Value at- ?1l.+ IJ T Q ,i.,...f-.:fLl 7. Metcalf S 116 Ioo Dundas St HAREDWARETERIIA i -Londonis Specialists in - Paints, Hardware, Cutlery, English China and Dinnerware

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90 Tl-IE REVIEW I ESTAELISI-lED 1874 Strange -Erug Svtnrv 184 DUNDAS sneer CHANGE OF HEART Continued from page 89 two chairs, and a table, while one picture, cut from a magazine, adorned the paperless wall. Alan lay on a cot with the steamer rug from his own car thrown over him. A gray bearded man stood near. Miss Thornton? You got my message. I'm afraid he's unconscious now and I hold out little hope of him coming to again. You don't mean 4- I fear so. There's no hope of recovery. His mother will be here any minute. He went over and stood by the window. Amoury drew up one of the chairs and sat down by her lover. Through her tears she could hardly see his once-handsome face, blood-stained and set in an agonized expression. His eyes were shut. Amoury took his left hand n one of hers while with the other she smoothed back his rumplerl black hair. Then through the house came stealing a sweet sound. It was an almost ethereal voice singing n plaintive melody. It soothed Amoury. The gaunt woman, much perturbed, put her head in the door. 'AO excuse it, Miss, she apologized. It's my daughter. She don't know. I'll just go and stop her. A Amoury shook her head in a dazed way. It's all right. It's lovely. But a moment or two after the singing stopped abruptly. It was succeeded by a knocking at the door, a murmur of voices, a scuffling of feet and the sound of crying. Mrs. Drake came in, her handkerchief held to her eyes. Amoury went up to her and slipped an arm around the older woman. Oh Amoury! Amoury! My boy. My dear, dear boy! XVhatever shall I do? she was almost hysterical. About a week after the funeral Amoury went to see Mrs. Herd. She was the woman at whose home Alan had died. Amoury was anxious to do something for herfshe had seemed so wretched and her house was so miserable. Amoury was very unhappy, but instead of centring in upon herself Continued on page 91 DCDWLEIQS O'Coats, Suits Furnishings MENS and BOYS' W Expert Merchant Clothiers Durulliy Ph illips Q 59? 22 uality I i f '. K .Al Style r ' Economy ij yi SIG!-IT - - - The basis of all understanding is the ability to see clearly. 8352 of all mental impressions come thru the eye. Blurred and dimmed vision causes logged comprehen- sion, lrlave your eyes examined HOVV at The Tait Qptical Co. LIMITED QSQ DUNDAS ST. Pl-IONE MET. 9729

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92 Tl-IE REVIEW The House of Quality I ll I Christmas Gilts China, Glassware ...l 'Yuma Crockery, Brassvvare Novelties, Etc. Johnson 84 Barbour Metcalf 1374 193 King St, London, Qntario TAILS for YOUNG and OLD WENDELI. HOLMES LENDIIXIG LIBRARY 190 Dundas St. L O N D O N Tl-IE CGUNTEIQFEIT I-IERO Continued from page 33 gods! Nothing left if I don't do something about -- Talk about Hughes- he was lucky-it was at least his own money. I must see what can be done about him, too! Again we return to the stately mansion hidden deep in a screen of trees, which now are covered with the first light snow of early winter. An ominous silence hangs over the study. The rugged face of Martin Beatty is lined, and his square jaws protrude as if to ward off any evil. Lorna's mischievous smile is not present now, but her Fisiiieri Rlinio Seiiiiitle Complete Radio Service Heselvsmimiiaulpmsfi sage B464 DUNDAS STREET-eve PHoNe METCALF 357 i kindly eyes look tenderly at the man seated at his desk. Stumblingly he tries to talk to her. Lorna, I-I don't know what you are going to say-but you wouldn't believe me before-I'm not Martin Beatty. I m- .I'm -. Yes, I know, you're Guy Beatty, his cousin. I've known for two years. Something you said when we were in Italy, then, made me realize you weren't Martin-and then I noticed other little things. You were always so reliable and businesslike, and Martin-he was fine, too,-but daring, and he loathed the business, so you see- But Lorna, I didn't save those people-I didn't do anything wonderful. It was Martin! And I'm only-I saw it in the newspaper not long ago-I'm only a counterfeit hero. UNO you're not. You saved the Hughes finally, from utter ruin. He would have gone to jail for that one deal, if you hadn't straightened it out-I You saved those poor kiddies from that! You kept us safe, by changing those investmentsg you are a 'real' hero. But, Lorna, we'lI have to tell people I'm Guy, and people will talk-you know! It is queer. We'll go to Canada, get your name changed, that is where you were born, and we'll be married. No one will ever know. But-I-we-suppose-- No objections, she replied, laughingly, 'Counterfeit' heroes can't be choosers.