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hen in & whisper because sue
Couldn’t beep it bach. Hep hand
strayed out to his. But seemingly
he didn’t hear the whisper, and if
he saw the hand he preferred to
ignore it. Then he started the en
gine and with a roar they were on
their way once more.
Jane took tight hold of herself.
Deep within her bitter tears were
flowing, more painful tears than
any that could have been seen. Now
the gates of the airdrome were in
sight,
Tips, after dropping Jane and ga
raging his car, went to his billet.
He was furiously angry. Why hadn’t
Jane given him a chance to say
that when he had seen Iris at lunch
today he’d had the most infernal
row with her because of her at
tempt to disparage Jane? He hadn’t
had any hesitation then in avowing
his belief in Jane’s innocence. The
upshot of it was that he’d told
her he wasn’t in love with her. that
he never had been, that—what was
more important—he had never said
he was, and that it was time they
called an end to it. Guy, her hus
band, was a decent bloke, why
couldn’t she be satisfied with him?
In the midst of these recollections
there was a tap on his door and
Guy Stanton walked in.
The moment Tips looked at Guy
he realized that the fows of the
day hadn’t finished. Guy’s brows
were knit, his lips were set, there
was a nasty glitter in his eyes. “I
want a word with you," he said.
"Sure," said Tips, and yelled for
his batman. When he came he told
him to bring drinks. "Sit down.”
said Tips waving to the only arm
chair and seating himself on his
camp bed.
Guy waited till the batman had
brought the tray and departed. He
remained silent as Tips poured out
two stiff whiskies and sodas and
handed one to him. Then he sat
down heavily, his eyes fixed on
Tips. "It’s about Iris,” he said.
"I guessed it,” said Tips, sipping
his drink. "Go ahead."
"I’ve come to ask you to lay off
her.”
Tips resolved on complete frank
ness, in fairness to himself and to
everybody concerned. "I’m glad
you’ve come. There’s a good deal
that can be cleared up between us.”
he said.
"In what way?" Guy's glance was
wary.
Tips put down his .glass carefully
on the tabel. He linked his strong
hands and leaned forward. "Listen
to me, old chap,” he said gravely.
"You’re intending to divorce Iris.
You’re sure of your ground. You’ll
be doing yourself a great injustice if
you follow it up. If you know when
to believe a man, you’ll belives me
now."
"Iris is in love with you,” Guy
shot at him.
Tips shook his head. "No," he
said. "She thinks she is. Iris is‘a
person who loves gayety, change.
She wants excitement. I see no
earthly reason why she shouldn’t
have them with you. Don’t bust up
your marriage through revenge or
spite or because you feel that you’re
not wanted. Who’s to say in these
uncertain times what will be the
outcome of the new start?”
There came a glimmer of hope
into Guy Stanton’s eyes. "But
there’ll always be you standing be
tween us,” he said.
Tips paused again before reply
ing. He was trying to prevent Guy
from making a fool of himself. "If
you proceed,” he said slowly and
steadily, “I ought to make clear
to you that even if the case suc
ceeds, I shan’t marry Iris.”
Guy’s hands clenched. He bent
forward. "Why not?” he said.
"Because I don’t love her. I’ve
told you that. I know it’s the hon
orable and decent thing to do in
such circumstances even it, as in
my ease, there's ho cause whatever
for the divorce.”
Guy stood up, He seemed a
changed man. The strain had gone
from his face. "I'm obliged to
you,” he said. "I think I under
stand things bettor now,”
“And you’ll do the best you can
With Iris?”
"I will. I shall apply for a trans
fer. I think I can get it.”
“Not a bad idea.” Tips escorted
him to the door and loft him.
* * *
As Jane went back in her mind
over the last few weeks, it seemed
to heiv that she had been to blame
all along, she had never given Tips
a chance. Every time he’d tried to
he sweet to her she’d snubbed him.
It would be her fault if Guy brought
this divorce. She’d thrown Tips into
Iris Stanton’s arms. She’d only her
self to thank for what was happen
ing.
She pressed her hands to her
throbbing temples. If only she
could sleep for a little while and
forget. But now there was no time.
Already the girls were beginning
to rouse themselves. It was half
past three and at quarter to four
they were needed until six-thirty.
Looking back on that particular
spell of duty, as she emerged into
the cold chill of a gusty dawn, Jane
wondered how she had ever lived
through it. The first thing she had
heard as she’d taken her place was
that the squadron that had gone out
on a raid at midnight was return
ing, and that Plight Lieutenant
Poel-Sanders, who had been acting
Squadron Leader, was not among
them J
Mechanically she’d done her job
Her brain had worked cooly and
efficiently. But she’d felt as if
She were dying. When the time had
arrived tor her to be relieved; she’d
taken no notice at first of the girl
standing at her elbow waiting to
take her place. Blindly she’d risen
to her feet and filed out with the
rest of the girls who had been re
lieved. She couldn’t go straight
back to her billet. She wanted to
be alone. She pushed her way be
neath the wire fence that bordered
the flying fields and now she was
on the rough, stubbly open space
beyond. It was nothing new to her
to hear the sound of an approaching
plane engine. The drone of it, too,
would have a rapid crescendo. Her
numbed senses at first failed to
realize that the roar had a staccato
sound in it. It had a terrifying
unevenness.
It was only when her eyes flew
wide open with a sense of impend
ing calamity that she turned. She
saw a black shape hurtling toward
her in the gloom. It was rocking
and drunken in its movement. With
a sob of fright she started in
stinctively to fling herself to the
ground but the wing tip touched
her, throwing her with terrific force
to the earth, unconscious.
* ♦ *
“Good morning, madam. It’s a
lovely day. Shall I pull the cur
tains?”
"No, thank you, Ellen. At least,
only a very little.”
Ellen, Mary Leighton’s trim lit
tle maid, set Iris’ orange juice down
beside the bed and went quietly out
of the room. Iris had slept badly
and her head ached. The day
stretched drearily before her and
she wondered how she would fill it.
Not with thoughts of Tips, if she
had any sense. He’d told her out
right that he’d never been in love
with her. He’d told her that even
if Guy sued for a divorce and got
it, he wouldn’ marry her.
Looking back on that hour, she
knew it had been her fault that
they’d said such galling things to
each other. She’d goaded him into
them. She’d let herself down bad
ly and she felt the hot color rush
to her cheeks as she recalled the
spiteful note that had been in her
voice as she told him of her meet
ing with Jane Lambolt the previous
night.
Oh, yes, she’d made it a good
story. She’d allowed him to think
Jane had been in that man’s flat
all night. She had, of course, gone
very much too far. He hadn’t be
lieved her story of that nocturnal
meeting or at least he hadn’t be
lieved the implications she had giv
en it
Mary Leighton, up and dressed
and about to go off to her job of
war work( put her head in the door.
After she had left, Iris sipped her
orange juice and wondered how she
could possibly get through the day.
Then she heard the telephone ring
in the hall and Ellen going to an
swer it. Her heart gave a sudden
leap. Tips! Tips calling to say he
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was sorry he’d been such a beast to
her yesterday and he hadn’t meant
a woi'd he’d said! She held her
Urea th. She heard Ellen say, “If
you’ll hold on a moment, sir, I’ll
tell Mrs. Stanton you want her.”
She was pulling her soft blue vel
vet dressing gown around her as
Ellen knocked on the door. “There’s
a gentlemen to speak to you, please,
madam,"
“Thank you, Bllep,”
The telephone was in Mary’s bed
room, Iris sat down heavily on the
low divan bed and picked up the
receiver, A gentleman to speak to
her , . . Ellen hadn’t asked his
name , . . She should have done
so. Still there was only one gen
tleman likely to telephone to her.
But she was wrong. “Is that you,
Iris? This is Guy.”
She could have cried with disap
pointment,
"Listen, Iris! I’m going to be in
town today. I wonder if you’ll meet
me for lunch. There’s something
I rather badly want to talk over
with you.” There Was a difficult,
almost pleading, note in Guy’s
voice.
Oddly enough, she found herself
touched by it. She remembered
quite suddenly what a ghastly time
he’d had since the night of the big
raid. She knew a quite surprising
desire to make amends. After all,
at one time she’d been very much
in love with him. Perhaps if a day
ever came when she could forget
Tips . , .
“Could you manage it, Iris? I’d
be so glad if you would,”
Her heart melted a little. There
was a note in his voice that was
almost her undoing. "All right,
Guy. At what time shall we meet
and where shall we go?”
"Shall we make it the Berkeley
at one o’clock.
Iris kept Guy waiting for a quar
ter of an hour. She had looked at
herself in the mirror after she’d fin
ished speaking to him on the tele
phone and decided that she couldn’t
turn up looking as she’d been look
ing that morning. However, a cou
ple of hours at a beauty parlor had
made a different woman of her. It
was a very finished and very lovely
wife who arrived to meet Guy Stan
ton and gave him a cool little smile
in greeting. "I’m sorry I’m late.
Guy.”
"That’s all right. Shall we have
a cocktail first?" said Guy.
She laughed lightly, a trifle mock
ingly. "I think that might help to
make things a little easier. It’s
quite a time, isn’t it, since we lun
ched out together?"
"You were surprised when I tele
phoned to’ you?”
"Very.”
When the waiter had brought
their cocktails and they were alone,
Guy said quietly, "I saw Tips last
night.”
"Oh"! Just the mention of his
name threatened to unnerve her.
She said, trying to keep her voice
steady, "Was that your doing?”
“I’m afraid it was. Darling, I’m
sorry, I just don’t know what
came over me the night I returned.
Perhaps it was the fortnight I’d
been through. It had been such
sheer hell. I was so terribly look
ing forward to seeing you. Then
when I came home and found you
were away » , , Iris, can you ever
forgive me? I should never have
doubted your word. You told me
the truth and I didn’t believe yon.
I know now . .
He broke off, looking at her in
mute appeal. She felt suddenly des
perately sorry for him and for her
self, too. "How do you know now,
Guy?" she asked, her voice shak
ing a little.
"I’ve talked to Tips. I know when
a man’s speaking the truth.”
She caught her breath swiftly, if
only he realized how much that
hurt her. If he only knew how she
was visualizing that scene that
must have taken place. "But you
didn’t believe me?” she said caus
tically.
His hand found hers and held It.
She allowed her own to remain
passively within his grasp. For
since Tips had finished with«her,
perhaps she had better go back
to Guy. She had ail idea she would
be very glad to. She didn’t want
to be alone in the world. Guy was
saying, Jtis voice low with emotion,
“I know I didn’t.’ But I was crazy
that night. Oh, Iris, if we could
only forget these last four weeks
and start again!”
She met his eyes. She said hesi
tatingly, “You think it would be a
success?” Because she felt perhaps
Mt might be best to be honest, she
added, “You remember I told you
I was in love with Tips?”
A shadow crossed his eyes. The
hope left them. Then it came back
to them as he said quickly, urgent
ly, “But you didn’t mean it, Iris.
You only said that because you
were angry. At least, that’s what
I’ve been trying to toll myself ever
since I talked to Tips last night.
Oh, I know you're very fond of each
other and that you’re the best of
good friends. But, Iris, please tell
me, darling, that there was never
anything more in it than that.”
Iris met his eyes. “No—no, I
don’t suppose there was really,”
she said.
Guy told the waiter to reserve a
table for lunch. He smiled at Iris
and said, this must be a celebration,
He had forty-eight hours' leave
from the airdrome. He could spend
the time in town, and then-—•“i’ll
try to get transferred, I think* I
don’t know how you'll feel about it,
but I’d like a change and I think
it’s very likely I’ll be able to man
age it.”
Iris said eagerly that this was in
deed something she wanted. The
sooner they moved the better. If
Guy would arrange it quickly , , .
“I’ll try, darling.”
She put her hand in his with an
impulsive little gesture. “Thank
you, Guy. You’re sweet. Far sweet
er to me than I deserve, but I’ll
try after this to make our life to
gether happier,”* * * •
Stella got off the bus and told
herself that for all the good she’d
done she might as well have stayed
at home, execept that her new room
depressed her. Since she had no
work commissioned, she had known
it would be extremely difficult to
settle down to do anything. So she'd
set off that morning to storm the of
fices of the various editors with
whom in the past her work had
been so popular. There was notn-
ing doing. No one wanted to buy
any articles, short stories or seri
als. From the look of things, they’d
never feel in a buying mood again!
She hurried along the street now
and slipped her key in the lock of
her new home. She was greeted sy
Mrs. Blake, the landlady, with tiw
news that there had been three tele
phone calls for her while she was
out. A young lady called Miss
Sparks had called up. "She said
she’d ring again. Ah, there goes
the bell! Maybe that’ll be her now.
I said as you’d be home before very
long, I thought.” And after a mo
ment, "Yes, it is for you, miss."
(To be continued)
CONSIDER NEWSPRINT
Anyone making his first visit to
a newspaper plant is amazed at all
the work and process involved in
converging all the news so that it
will form the mirror of world .and
local events.
Most of us realize that the free
press is one of the keystones of de
mocracy. But comparatively few of
us appreciate what enters into the
manufacture of paper. For example
consider the paper on which the
news is printed. It isn’t just a case
of grinding such soft woods as
spruce and poplar into pulp and then
rolling the "mash" into thin sheets.
It isn’t as simple as all that. The
following list shows the major items
and the quantity of each used in
making a ton of newsprint paper.
Wood 176 cubic feet; sulphur 7 0
pounds; lime 90 pounds; alum 6?,
pounds; color, one ounce; coal 1,270
pounds; wool, five ounces; cotton
10| ounces; wire, one square foot;
lubricants, five pints; and water
15 0,000 gallons.
These requirements, some of
which are essential to the war ef
fort, afford an explanation in part
why it has been necessary to ration
newsprint.
The Hicks House, well-known
Mitchell hotel has been sold to A. E.
Taylor, of Sarnia, for $25,000. The
former owner was R. Davidson.
The Fifth
Victory Loan
“Wpeed the Victory”
Is The New Victory JxOhh HJogan
Reverend W. A. Beeeroft, general
chairman of the Fifth. Victory Loan,
has been very busy with the organ
izers appointing chairmen and com
mittee members throughout the
County- Mr. Beecroft reports that
he is very gratified to date as practi
cally every one of the old chairmen
and committee members have agreed
to act in this campaign. In accept
ing these responsibilities the volun
tary comipittee members are making
a very great contribution to the
success of the Victory Loan and to
Canada's war effort as this work
entails a great deal of time and sac
rifice on the part of these men with
absolutely no remuneration,
Mr. Charles Saunders, of Goderich,
is again heading the Publicity Com
mittee for the County, and Mr. W. C,
Attridge, Goderich, is chairman of
the Committee covering the employee
canvass, Mr. G. L. Parsons, of
Goderich, is chairman of the Special
Names Committe. This Committee
is responsible for the coverage of
large industries who should be in
a position to purchase $25,0 00. or
over.
The following gentlemen are act
ing as Vice-Chairmen of the County
Committee; Robert Bowman of Brus
sels, Dr. A. R. Campbell, of Hensail,
Frank Fingland K.C. of Clinton,
James Kinkead of Goderich, H. C.
MacLean of Wingliam, and Ross
Scott of Brucefield.
Warden Benson W. Tuckey is
Honorary chairman for the County.
Mr. Ilsley, the Minister of Finance,
has just announced that the issue
will be made up of two maturities.
3% Bond due in 15 years and 2
months maturing 1st January 1959,
and the other maturing the 1st of
May 1947 1%% Bond. Both priced
at $10 0. This will make the interest
on the 3% Bond payable 1st January
and July,
Holders of Dominion of Canada
Bonds due and payable October 15th
1943, and 4% Bonds due October
15tli 1945, which have been called
for payment at par next October
15th, will be permitted to convert
their holdings into Fifth Victory
Loan issues at a price of 100 1-8,
and Mr. Ilsley expressed hope all
holders of the earlier issues would
take advantage of the conversion
offer.
Describing the new Loan as "a
great blow to be struck at a power
ful enemy by Canadians at home,”
Mr. Ilsley urged all on the home
front to buy the Bonds to “the
utmost of their ability so that we
may truly achieve the slogan of the
Loan—‘Speed the Victory’.”
AIR FORCE PARADE
PRECEDED GAME
Group Cajitain E. G. Fullerton,
officer commanding No. 9 S.F.T.S ,
Centralia, took the salute when
the University of Western Ontario
Mustangs met the R.C.A.F. Hurri
canes at the Little Memorial Sta
dium Saturday afternoon.
An R.C.A.F. parade, including the
pipe band and Women’s Division
precision squad from Centralia; the
St. Thomas T.T.S. brass band and
two airmen precision squads from
St. Thomas and .squadrons of the
London Air Cadets, preceded the
game. The parade route was from
Alexandra' School, along Dundas to
Richmond street, north on Richmond
to the station. A formation of
Harvards from No. 14 S.F.T.S.,
Aylmer, staged an aerobatics show
overhead.
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HEAD OFFICE TORONTO
Doupe-Dow
Asters and dahlias were used in
artistic arrangement in the home
■of Mr. and Mrs. Stanley Dow, of
Cromarty, for the marriage of their
daughter, Annie Velma, to Mr,
Lome Ross Doupe, son of Mr. and
Mrs. Everett Doupe, Science Hill,
which was solemnized at high noon
on Wednesday. Rev. William Mair
officiated.
Given in marriage by her father,
the bride wore a gown of heavy
brocaded satin with sweetheart
neckline. Her * shoulder-length veil
fell from a coronet of orange blos
soms and she carried a bouquet of
white asters and pink roses. Miss
Mary F. Scott, Russeldale, who pre
sided at the organ, played Mendel
ssohn’s Wedding March as the
bridal party entered the room and
“O Promise Me" as the register
was being signed. Following the
ceremony a reception and wedding
dinner were held. The bride’s table,
centred with the wedding cake, was
prettily done with pink and white,
asters. Misses Gladys and Wilma
Dow, sisters of the bride, were the
assistants.
The bride's mother received in a
dress of blue crepe trimmed with
white and wore a corsage of pink
roses and fern. Mrs. Doupe, mother
of the bridegroom, assisted, wear
ing a two-piece dark green crepe
dress with corsage of bronze roses
and fern. Later Mr. and Mrs. Doupe
left for a honeymoon in Northern
Ontario, the bride going away in
a two-piece brown suit. On their
return they will reside at Science
Hill. The bridegroom's gift to the
bride was a golden locket and chain
and to the pianist and assistants,
cups and saucers. Among the guests
were Rev. and Mrs. William Mair,
Miss Mary IF1. Scott, Russeldale, Mr.
and Mrs. Clifford Dow, and MisS
Bessie Dow.
Thiel—Prepper
St. George’s Church Dutch Settle
ment was the scene of a wedding
when Rev. Charles W. Saunders
united in marriage Theresa Aileen
Prepper, daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Alton Prepper, of Lantz Siding, N.S.,
to Gnr. Laird Andrew Thiel, sou of
Mr. and Mrs. George J. Thiel, Zurich.
"What, fish again?” growled
Peck. "We’re always having fish.”
“Well, John,” said the wife, “it’s
good for you. It feeds the brain.”
"Bosh! Why should you think
my brain needs so much feeding?”
"Well, didn’t your mother give
you fish before you got married?”
"No," he hissed, “I wish she had.”
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