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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1944-06-01, Page 7THE TIMES-ADVQCATE, EXETER ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNINC, JUNE I, IM Pmw 7 K. THE STORY WW EAR Spott Hawden is yacationing in an East Coast resort district when he encounters adventure througfh rescuing a girl who is being man­ handled by two men on the dim med- out streets Of the village. The girl disappears during the scuffle and the men themselves flee when a police whistle sounds. The officer believes Scott to be intoxicated and orders him to go home, which iScott does. Then the girl appears at iScott’s rented house on Sea Poidt and asks permission to stay there, Her name * is Naar O'Neil and she explains that she overheard the two men speaking in German about oil and a rendez­ vous at sea, Her contempt for Scott by reason of his not being in Serv­ ice is evident but doesn't prevent her asking to pose as her husband so to lend conviction to the story she told the two men; that she was on the docks, where she overheard them, waiting for her husband whose boat was overdue. The sound of a marine motor interrupts Scott’s conversation with Naar. Investigat­ ing, they sight a submarine in the nearby cove and when, outlined by moonlight, they fail to answer the sub's flashed signals they are prom­ ptly fired upon. iiiiimiiiiiiiiiiii “The U-boat probably heard that I wish there was let that pilot know drop a few calling here. That U-boat ” Scott’s Scott said dryly: commander baby .coming, some way to that he could cards around wouldn’t like the reception, voice became suddenly meditative. “What a man can do in a plane like that, peeling off into a dive with a fat load in the bomb bay and a hot target down—” ’Scott checked him­ self. Naar was standing close to him and her voice reached out softly,, “Why don’t you do something about} such ideas?” Scott words, back to Naar on his face. She said, “If you wish.” “I think it might be a to telephone the police them what we saw.” Naai’ answered, “Yes, turned away ignoring He asked, “Shall We the house?” kept her gray-green good and N<aar won’t me,” shrugged sfim shoulders, dig you expect? It is late to prove anything; and it' her get eyes idea tell CHAPTER VIII Naai* O’Neil cried breathlessly: “Scott, let’s get out of here!” She strained hard against his encircling arm. Scott tightened his grip on Naar’s shoulders. “Stay down!” he snapped. "If you stand up you'll be killed.” He could hear the bullets thud­ ding into the side of the house. Their dull spat sounded like count­ less feet being pulled out of thick mud. Then, suddenly, the deadly chatter’ ceased. Scott twisted his head, gazing out over the rock toward the sea. He released a long sigh. The U-boat was gliding smoothly through the pale water. The conning tower, naked, and glistening in the moon­ light, was deserted. There sounded a rumbling dis­ charge of air from the ballast tanks as if the undersea montser was ex­ ploding a huge gulp of air. The bow planes were pulling her under .swiftly as the" water rushed into the tanks. The motors were throb­ bing, but now the sound was muf­ fled. The conning tower plunged downward, the silver water swirl­ ing about it; and then it dfsap- peared. The last sight Scott had of the -stunning apparition was the long, trailing feather of white that the periscope made. And then that, too, was gone. Scott scrambled up, then steadied Naar as she erect at his side. Naar asked in a half-tired “We couldn’t do anything, we? Now I know ht>w it feels to be completely helpless.” Scott said thoughtfully, “That sub captain expected someone to a light in answer,” “Do you think those two were supposed to be here?” “I don’t know what to think; but I am certain of one thing, I like a whole skin. I’m not going to make myself a target for any more sharp­ shooting. I value my health more than that. Let's get inside.” Naar was gazing at Scott closely, light Scott saw formed to speak, her out came voice: could flash men words back, on the sea for a long out.. Scott’s because he I suppose we should do that, although what good it will do I don’t know. The submarine is gone. No one will be­ lieve us." “You forget that it might return. We must try, anyhow.” Scott started up the rocks.' This time he did not hold Naar’s hand. He had the suspicion that just the touch of her now would break down the defense he had built in the last moments. When they came to the railing, Scott but he was her nearenss Inside the the telephone. As he waited for the operator he watched Naar wander­ ing quite aimlessly about the room. Her movements were sure and sup­ ple, the motions of a girl completely confident of herself. Scott found that he enjoyed watching her. Then the line went open and the oper­ ator spoke. “Number please!” ’ Scott said: “Get me the police, will you?” “Just a moment, please.” The line Clicked a few times. Thei^, “Police department, Ser­ geant’s desk.” Scott took a slow, deep breath. He had the thought that he should speak to the policeman he had en­ countered earlier in the evening. He asked: “May I speak to officei’ 32?” “You mean Mulcahy?” “Yes.” “Just a moment.” Scott heard the sergeant's voice bellow: “Mulcahy! On the phone.” There was a mo­ ment of silence. “Mulcahy speaking. Who is it?” Scott said: “I met you earlier this evening, Mulcahy. If you remem­ ber, you helped me out of a on a side street. I’m the boy took on those ..two thugs.” “Say, ain’t you gone I thought I told you—!” “Wait a minute. I am I’m all right; but I’ve thing to report and I thought you would listen.” Mulcahy’s voise was suspicions. “You ain’t been bittin’ that bottle again,r have you?” “I wish I had. Listen to me; I just saw a submarine.” “You did now? an’ where was this sub—on your front porch?” Scott hunched forward, holding on to the telephone tightly. “Pay attention, Mulcahy, I have not been drinking. There was a U-boat in the ■ saw and one >! had to help her over, careful not to allow to upset him. house, Scott went to Illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll looking at it angrily, andL then he put it back pn the hook, had been right, he thought. He said helplessly, “They believe ■She “What to try would’ be silly to say you could trace the submarine, We have notj evidence to support what we saw/’; She paused and held her gaze straight at Scott. “And now what will you do? The whole thing in right in your lap,” Scott stepped away from the telephone, came over to the fire­ place. .“It is, isn't it?” he mur­ mured quietly. “But what can I do? Don’t you see that whoever was to be here to signal that sub­ marine, is probably waiting for an opportunity? There will be more than one agent, If only the police would search around here, then we might be able to prove something/’ “Do you suppose that the police can pick people up and accuse them of expecting signals from submar­ ines? That would be fantastic!” Scott had to admit to the logic of this. He said: “I suppose it would be.” “And further than- that, don’t you suppose that whoever was to be here could have made the ren­ dezvous for any number of nights? In other words, that persons could be present whenever the opportu­ nity presented itself, and would be least suspected. 'Those saboteurs must be careful, you know." Scott pulled out a cigarette and lighted it carefully. He said; sound didactic. Do you often such positive views?” Naar shrugged slightly. “I know of what I am talking or else I won’t eat.” Scott smiled and said, “You re­ member those signals” “Yes.” “What do you think that ‘Tenth Ofter Nine’ meant.” There is much conjecture ip Gode­ rich and throughout Huron county as to the future Pf Sky Harbor, which le to be abandoned as a Com­ monwealth trailing station on July 14th, ’Since the announcement of closing was made considerable correspon­ dence 1ms passed between Govern­ ment departments and Huron Coun­ ty authorities, A delegation to Ot­ tawa was proposed, but this has been ruled out on the advice of the Government itself. In the meantime many phases of the possible use of Sky Harbor have been eanvassed by correspondence, while the two Fed­ eral members from the county, L, E. Cardiff and W, H, Golding, have been in direct contact with Hon. C. G, Power, Hon. Ian McKenzie ’and Hon. C. D. Howe. While no definite conclusion has been reached, it is indicated that Sky Harbor, after July 14, will be known as a “holding unit” of the R.C.A.F., at which approximately one hundred R.C.A.F, personnel will be located. Assurance has been given that Sky Harbor, after the war, will have a prominent place in the civil avia' tion program of the Government. " The possibility of using Sky Har- , bor as a convalescent hospital for airmen or soldiers has not yet been entertained and js unlikely for vari­ ous reasons. Eventually buildings and equip, ment will be turned over to the War Assets Corporation for disposal. However, Sk£ Harbor will continue as an airport, with the civil aviation operation retaining such buildings and equipment as are required, A “holding unit" is lust what the name implies—a storage depot for planes and equipment. The person­ nel involved will be ground crew, storekeepers, etc. The Signal-Star is informed that the buildings to be reserved for civil aviation purposes are the administration building, one hangar and the garage, Correspondence between the Coun­ ty and the Government will hot be made public until the June meeting of County Council.—Goderich Signal- Star, uality counts most—for that rich, satisfying flavour which only a fine quality tea yields, use., Nfl > V > W Ml wbbMbbUibbi. NEIL—SYMONDS Engagement Announced The engagement is announced Anna Margaret Wallace, Reg. N„ elder daughter of Mrs. Wallace, Seaforth, and the late William G. Wallace, to Mr. Robert Ratcliffe Archibald, son yof Mr. and Mrs. William R, Archibald, Seaforth, the marriage to take place early June. of in home “You have must CHAPTER IX Naar O’Neil waited for a long moment, reflecting. She said final­ ly: “I’ve been thinking of that. I can’t exactly decide. But obviously it designates a time — possibly of meeting.” Scott’s lean face tightened. “Then the U-boat will return,” he said thoughtfully. “And what will happen then, I don’t know.” looked at her searchingly. “You not afraid, are you?” “No,” she answered slowly, couldn’t be. You see, as you men­ tioned a moment ago, I am com­ pletely able to take care of myself.” Scott smiled thinly. “I suppose you are.,” He remembered the cool touch of her lips and the rigid mold of her body. He turned toward the kitchen, shaking those from his mind. He poured two drinks, and "mixed them gently, he wanted to prolong the of being alone. When he Naar’s presence, a strong possessed him. Either he hurt her, or he must ignore her. He returned to the living room. Naar was standing before the fire­ place, her blond head bent down, her half-closed eyes staring iuto the dying embers of the fire. Scott went over and handed her a drink. “Thanks,” she said, and her Voice had the heavy weariness of an old now. The re- My knees are He are “I jam who yet? Andhome. got some- channel just off the it, I tell you, rocks. I came up to Some- his annoyance. “I made that U-boat if to provide a solu- the far-off and in the small that her lips were but then she held The beacon light flashed weirdly, held moment, then blotted big hands tightened knew what was in Naar’s miiid. When he spoke again, lie, care­ fully covered wonder what dive--?” iSuddenly, as tion to Scott’s query, whine of aircraft motdrs sounded, built up swiftly. Naar and Scott glanced up at the sky aiid the roar was upon them, beating down, its rumble flattening thunderously, A twin-engined bomber, flying low over the trees, sprinted into sight. -She I was flashing signals on shore.” 'Did you see anyone?” “No, There wasn't any “Wait a minute.” Mulcahy speak to someone, ute passed. Then Mulcahy’s voice hard. “Why don’t you go buddy? That place where you’re living is no spot for subs to be floatin’ around. Now go to bed and don’t bother us any more/’ Before Scott could expostulate further, the line went dead. He held the instrument for a moment, answer,” Scott heard A min- boomed to bed, Men,30,40,50! Want Normal Pep, Vim, Vigor? Try Ostrex Tonio Tablets. Contains tonics, stimu­lants, Iron, vitamin Bi, calcium, phosphorus;aids to normal pep, vim, vigor, vitality after 30, 40, or 50. Introductory slzo only 35c. It not delighted with results of first package, maker refunds low price. At all druggists. Start taking Ostrex Tablets today. 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The two bridesmaids were dressed in pink taffeta, and blue satin and carried bouquets of daffodils. Mr. Gus Wright was the best man. A reception was held at the home of the bride’s parents at which there were fifty guests present, Many useful gifts were received including an eight-day clppk from the bride’s fellow workers. Their honeymoon was spent in, fLondon, England, after which the groom returned to his duties, We Have Lumber NOW ON HAND also good Cedar Fence Posts ANY SIZE IRON POSTS AND BARB WIRE Place your order for shingles right away—w© can supply them. A. J. CLATWORTHY We Deliver Phone 12 Granton memories added ice, Somehow moment was in urgency had to Kills Many a Romance The lives of many young people ate made miser­ able by the breaking out of pimples, and you probably know of cases where a promising romance has been spoiled by those red, white, festering and pus filled aores on the face. t ... The trouble is hot so much physical pain, but the mental suffering caused by the embarrassing disfigurement which very often makes the sufferer ashamed to go out lb company. t The quickest w&jt to get rid of pimpled is th improve the general health by a thorough cleansing of the blood- * • Burdock Blood Bitters helps to cleanse the blood and with the blood eUansed the complexion should clear up. Tha Milbum Co., Wmlted, Toronto, Ont man, “I need it just action is setting in. Starting to tremble.” “You are human .•-you?” She did not stir. Her voice was entirely level. “I think so.” There Was a long moment of silence as they sipped their drinks. Naar swung around finally facing Scott and holding her clean eyes on his mouth. iShe asked, “What do you do for a living?” Scott’s dark eyebrows lowered quickly, then eased. His voice when he answered was smooth and “Now what make? After married, and to you on the state of my income- much less on how I pile up stuff,” Naar said nothing and Scott added: on one score. I don’t rob banks then hide out here for a month until the heat is off- in the movies say, Naur was strangely, her taking in the clean line of his lean jaw, the thin hollows of his cheeks, the flat planes of his big body blocked out beneath loose clothes. He shifted his glass In a big hand arui turned i away from her. (To be continued) then, aren’t entirely measuring, difference does that all we are not really I don't have to report at “I leave yon at •as the >7 looking at gray green the last rest and Iwb Scott eyes WOO£> to realise that with­ out the safeguards that have headed off inflation, my bight- mare might have be- come a reality! tht« advart{i«ment l« bna of 'U terlei being issued by the Government of Canada to emphaiixo the Importance of preventing further Increase* tn the cost of living now and deflation fater« INFLATION' DISASTER I dreamed that I paid $5.00 for a hafretit and $50.00 for a pair of cardboard shoes. I dreamed that we had no wartime controls on prices, profits or wages, and that we hadn’t had the sense to organize the distribution of supplies all the way down the line that because every-I dreamed that because every­ one was making more money and spending it, prices were skyroc­ keting. all the stores looked like “fire” sales . . . with people scrambling to buy before prices went still higher . . panicky people were buying things they didn’t need, and hoarding everything they could get their hands on I dreamed that everybody had to fight to get more money... and that in this mad race, wages and salaries were falling behind. I dreamed the hand of everyone was against his neighbour, with each of low for us blaming the other fel- his troubles. to realize with relief that I live in a Country where things are sane and stable .. .Where the cost of living has beeil kept within bounds. with everybody for himself no matter what it cost in the long run .. . and no matter how it hurt the war effort. to realize that prices and Wages—production costs and selling prices—are in- separably linked together. to remind myself that the dan­ ger is st ill pressing and that we must continue to hold firm . . . and that means everybody must play fair and do hl* pari by not trying to get some temporary/ fancied advantage at the ex­ pense of his fellow-Canadians.