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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1937-11-11, Page 6THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thurs., November 11th, 1937 THIRD INSTALMENT Monty Wallace has just arrived in California, having broken the East- West cross-country airplane record. Natalie Wade, mistaken by him for a newspaper reporter, writes the ex clusive account of Monty’s arrival and succeeds in securing a trial job with a paper in exchange for the story, Natalie becomes attached to Monty, Although she discovers Monty’s love for her is not sincere, Natalie admits that she loves him. She is as signed by her paper to report Monty’s activities for publication. Jimmy Hale the newspaper’s photographer, be comes Natalie’s co-worker, * $ * Mont cracked his palm across that pink and white cheek, The noise of it made a little echo from somewhere and when the others had pushed onto the balcony there was deep silence while Sunny slipped limply into his arms and Jimmy Hale came quickly to stand beside Natalie. “Cripes, Nat,” the photographer said in an awed voice, “that kid it wild. A few drinks and she’s half nuts. We better get her out of here.” “Now, Jimmy,” Natalie said slow ly, “she was just hysterical . . that’s all. She sure came out of it when Monty hit her.” “Yes, and what a mistake that was. She’ll never leave him alone now. , He’s given her the biggest thrill she’s had since she was a little punk in * rompers. She’ll throw herself at his feet' from now on.” “I’m afraid you’re right, Jimmy,” Natalie laughed. i • ..She tried to take Sunny’s arm as she began to lead her back into the house but Sunny shook her off. “You better keep away from her,” Jimmy advised. “You only stir her up. Come on out here with me,” She turned back with him to the balcony and stood with him looking across the parapet. Her mind now was a tumult at thought of the trag edy so narrowly averted. The chasm was a great bowl of darkness. It seemed impossible that death lay surely there only a hand-breadth away from the security of the place where she stood. That the bright-haired girl had ’ been a witness of the sentimental passage between herself and Monty Wallace, there could be no doubt. It must have been this that had set her to the temporary madness of that climb to the parapet. How much of that act had been true emotion and how ‘ much the prompting of her mild intoxication, Natalie could not say, but she knew there must be come instinct of des peration in what Sunny had come near doing. It was not likely, she finally decided that Sunny actually contemplated throwing herself from the balcony. More probably she in tended merely to frighten the two. She said as much to Jimmy. “The blonde is dizzy,” he rasped out in his husky voice. “I suppose you were kissing that bird of prey. Or he was kissing you, which am ounted to the same thing. She’s nuts anyway and a little liquor makes her more so. She took one look and shrieked. Then she had to start her dive to cover up. Anything to get his mind off you, probably.” “Natalie sighed. “It was a close thing, I’m scared yet,” “And no wonder. But the trouble is she’ll throw her arms around his neck and make him talk up. If I know that wren, she’s likely to put on her diving clothes now every time he fakes a good look at you. Are you still knee-deep about that guy?” “Well, not at least to the point of wanting t© throw myself off anything higher than a chair.” “You -wouldn’t be. But I’m afraid ■you’ll crack up some other way. Will you promise me. something?” “What, please, Jimmy?” about it. Biit if you ever get to the point where you want to do any high jumping, promise me you’ll come and —let me jump with you.” “That’s a bet, Jimmy.” The girl tlirust out her other hand. “We’ll do our high jumping together, when we do,” He caught her hand aiid held it closely for an instant and then the^ laughed together. They went inside and found that Mont had-' calmed the beautiful Sun ny. “I’m sorry,” she told the other two. “Too much dizzy water, 1 guess, I’ll be all right npw.” Her eyes went back to the flyer’s face. “But, boy, what a wallop you carry in that good right hand. Aren't you ashamed of yourself—striking a helpless woman.” Mont stammered apologies with a glance at Natalie. “It was my fault,” Natalie explain ed. “You were hysterical and they “will you do something for me?”“Mont,” she almost whispered, He took his eyes away from that chasm of death and darkness. With one hand he gripped her wrist until it hurt. “Give me a elufnee if you crack up with him.” ° His gray eyes were searching her face. What she saw there surprised her. “What — What do you mean, Jimmy?” “Nothing, kid,” he said quickly, “except that I’m on the spot too. I’d just about jump over there—sober— if I thought it would do you any good.” “Jimmy!” the girl cried. “Now, Nat. Don’t get excited. It isn’t your fault. And I’m not drunk., It’s really better with me when I am. I can laugli at myself easier then.” “Don’t laugh, Jimmy,” the girl cried. “It isn’t any laughing business. Believe me, I know.” “I thought that was about it,” the boy said softly. “Oh, well. . .” “Jimmy!” the girl cried again. "Don’t say a word, Nat. Forget PREFERS PLOW TO TYPEWRITER “I don’t want to punch a typewrit er; I want to propel a plow!” said pretty Farmerette Maide Nicklin wheh her parents tried to persuade her to leave the farm for the city and become a stenographer, ” Now she has her reward, in a small way—a special prize awarded her in the Halton county plowing match, held near Mil ton, Ont. Miss Nicklin, whose .home is at Ariss, near Guelph^ is seed here perched oh her big tractor plow. tell me that a good jolt will aways help. I told him to do it.” “Thanks a lot. But I wish after this, Monty, you’d pull your punches.” They held a conference then on the trip home. Mont insisted that Natalie do the driving down the mountain road. But fhe girl declared she was still trembling too much to make it safe.. “We’re all right now,” she said. “If we take it easy, I’d rather you drove. You’re used to that sort of thing.” •iMont Wallace seemed entirely him self as 'he tooled the car carefully along the fearsome mountain road. And Natalie, taking her place beside him, found that, for the first time since their first evening together, his presence did not bring that helpless hurt that had' come to be so constant ly a part of her consciousness. Her heart seemed to remember that Jimmy Hale was waiting to bind up its wound if the hurt proved too much to bear. After that night, the foursomes were dropped as though by mutual consent. Natalie saw a''great deal of Mont Wallace. Sunny made it a point to keep an eye on her as much out of instinctive liking for the girl re porter as because of her recurrent suspicions. Jimmy went on at Natalie’s guide and mentor with little to say about the secret he had divulged that night. Indeed, Natalie might have taken it as a bit of unsober pretense if it had not been for his remarks Of the next morning. “Sorry I got lit up last' night, Nat,” he told her. “I’d never have coughed what I did if I hadn’t had a couple too many. It’s all true but I didn’t intend to have you know it. You’ve probably got enough on your hands already.” She reminded him of their pact and declared that it helped to know he was back of her. After that they went on as before. The other great difference in- the relation of the four developed be tween Mont and Sunny. They were together almost constantly, it seem ed. Mont was much engaged at the airport and Sunny was inevitably a.t ‘hand in the bright car in which she made such a perfect picture. Much as she tried, Natalie could not entirely conquer her jealousy of Sunny and tried to make amends for it by thoughtfulness and kindness to ward the girl when they were toge ther, She was presently convinced by the things that Sunny dropped in her conversation and by Mont’s attitude on occasion that there was an under* standing between the flyer and his employer’s daughter. Not'until then did Natalie determ ine finally that she must see less of Mont Wallace.. Feeling about him as she did, it was exhausting to sit be side him knowing that barriers be tween them held them apart. To these were now added the fact that Sunny Marion claimed him for her qwn in sly ways that could not be challenged, , It did not ease the torture of his presence to find that he’ still battled occasionally'against hei- philosophy of love and that her defenses seemed always in some indefinable way to be weakened afterward, She determined to avoid self-tor ture by seeing him less often and had managed without seeming to do so to evade his presence several times. One afternoon, however, there came a challenge to her professional instincts that ran counter to this cle- termination. Two fliers were report ed missing somewhere in Lower Cal ifornia. They had been gone for twenty-four hours and it seemed cer tain that they had cracked up ip some inaccessible section of the peninsula. Scout planes from their home air port were'already winging south on the .hunt for them. It occurred to Natalie that the one man with the in stinct and luck to find them was Mont Wallace. He was already test ing a fast plane for a new attempt against his own record. A word from lier, sh.e was sure, and. he would join the hunt with herself as his passeng er. She was out on an assignment with Jimmy when the idea occurred to her. She stifled the Impulse to tell him about it, being certain that he would put up a fight. “Listen, please, Jimmy,” she cried. “Drive out to the airport and see if we can pick up any news of the two lost pilots.” “That’s a hunch,” the boy com mented and turned his car toward the port. They went first to the hangar of fice to inquire about the fate of the men but nothing could be learned. Then they crossed the field Jo the big MAC hangar of the Marion Air craft Corporation. Mont was swathed in coveralls and elbow-deep in work on the new plane. Natalie knew an instant of alarm lest the ship .be out of commission. She greeted him and waved at Sunny who sat nearby. While Jimmy stopped to talk with the two she slipped into the small of fice and telephoned the Express. Macjc Hanlon answered the phone. . “Listen1, iMack,” she said. “This is Nat. I’m out at the airport.* Don’t say anything to anybody till I m gone but I’m going .to see if I can Set Mont Wallace to take me on the hunt for Conrad an'd Sturm.” » “We already tried the company,” he told her. “They s'aid .they could n’t do anything right now. Iwo of their pilots are working out of San Diego trying to find them, 'lhe out fit figures that’s enough.” “Well, I’m going to try. And if you don’t hear from me, that’s where I’ve gone.” She hung up the phone and went out to talk with Mont. “How’s the ship? Got it all apart? Her first queries went to the import ant point. “Just got it 'back together, Nat,” Mont replied. “I could hop off this minute for Mexico City and come close to making it.” “Come here a minute,” she told him. “I want to' show you some thing.” ’ Beckoning, she led him into the small office and closed the door. ‘ “Mont,” she almost whispered, “will you do something for me?” "Most anything?” he laughed. “Well, listen. I want to find those' two "boys that are down ‘the other side of the border^ It will put me on top of the heap in the newspaper business if I can pick them up. I’m going to grab some sandwiches and pop or something. You get set and we’ll slip out of here in a couple of minutes.” ■ He started at het' for an instant and then he grabbed her by both arms. “It’s a bet, kid. Make it snappy. I’m ready whenever you are.” “Don’t-"tell them out there. Jimmy and Sunny will put up a terrible hol ler. Just tell them you’re going to take me for A little hop.” She seized the telephone again and ordered a great carton of food and a case, of soft drinks. If she found the lost pilots, something to drink would probably be’their greatest need and' the fountain liquids were the luindiest (Continued Next Week) Business and Professional Directory Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken pn all classes of insur ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont, ABNER COSENS, Agept. Wingham. Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. W. Colborne. Office Phone 54, Nights 107 HARRY FRYFOGLfc Licensed Embalmer and i Funeral Director Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service, Phones: Day 117. Night 109, ....................' DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc, Mopey to Loan. 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Osteopathy z Electricity Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. A. R. & F. E. DUVAL I CHIROPRACTORS ? CHIROPRACTIC and ; ELECTRO THERAPY < North Street — Wingham Telephone 300. PHIL OSIFER OF LAZY MEADOWS By Harry J. Boyle “MITTS” A touch of colder weather and ,a dash of snow that whitens the ground overnight, and with the plac ing of .the cattle in the stable,1 it brings to mind the fact that winter will soon be with us. That calls to my mind the subject of mitts once more . . . and mitts have been a source of annoym.ent to me all my life. It started back when I was a very small boy, and I was made to wear mitts. Of course, there was was a great deal more satisfaction in not wearing them, and it was so easy to lose’them. Simply a matter of letting them slip off and. be buried in trie snow. Then a severe scolding, and after that a string that- went across the shoulders and held ,the' tiny mit tens in place. They were a nuisance, but when I broke them she was al ways ready to repair the string . . , and that was more of a nuisance. In my adolescent days, my blood ran warmer and I braved the Fall weather without gloves ofc. mitts, and made sure that all the young females in the village could see me, when I unloaded wood on the vacant lot next door to Tim Murphy’s General Store . . . (the wood .Was to pay our gro cery bill). .. 1 The new office boy. had been in structed how to answer callers. Just before noon a mart asked, “Is the boss iri?” “Are you a salesman, a bill collec tor, or a friend of hiss?” the boy in quired, “All three/’ was the answer. “Well, he’s in a business confer ence, He’s out of town. Step in and see him/* With the years coming on, blood began to get thinner and I was forc ed at the first touch of-winter to either get myself a pair of .gloves or mitts. They are a part of my clothes that are detachable and you may find some of them at almost any spot on the farm, in various stages, of rotting. That comes from taking them off to do some sort of chore, and stuffing them in your pocket. One is almost always certain to drop out, and then Jessie, The Brindle Cow, comes along and steps on them and they are push ed down. Possibly at some future date, an excavator will dig up one of- the mitts and build around it the skeleton of prehistoric man........... “Phil Osifer to you”.-.- Last year I purchased a pair of those fancy store-mitts/with the lea ther facing, and the fancy red up around the wrists; In fact, my wife accused me of buying them, for the red. I was mighty proud’of those mitts too, • and I wore them every where. The new clerk in Tim’s store told me that they were some kind of new “hog” that they found down in a country in .South America. The trouble was, lhat when they c.aughj this “fancy hog” they must have used birdshot beeguise his hide leaked wat er like a sieve. Then it would get cold and I would be afraid of hitting my fingers on the edge of the gate post, when I was unlatching the gate for fear they would snap off like icicles. I left them down one day, at -least I must have left one because Iz dis covered latei' that I only had one. Then I wore a glove on one hand and. the mitt on the other. My hands- would almost freeze with the frost. The only means of getting them, warm at all, was to put the mitts- down between my knees and then, blow on my hands until I had them sort of warmed up. When I try to- pick the mitts up, my foot slips and. they go down to scoop up about half a bushel of snow. Then at last I shove the mitt and glove in my poc ket and jamming my hands under my coat I plod on to some place where it is warm. Seriously, I envy ayone who cars keep a pair oLmitts. I sort of cringe all up, inside of, me, when. I hear Neighbour Higgins saying that he ex pects that the mitts he wore last ■win ter will do him for another winter. I' expect if I would go into Tim’s store and buy a good oldifashioned pajr of horsehide mitts with a substantial lining, and then tied a string across my shoulders I. wouldn’t lose the mitts. . As it is- now, I go into the, store and then I see some fancy new kind and because they attract my eye, I buy them. Ten chances to one I, leave one of them down and forget where I put it, or else “Suchansuch”, the collie pup, picks them up and hauls them away to some secret hide-out of his to chew at them to his heart’s content. , Mitts arc an, awful nuisance, to me. Editor’s Vision To Be Realized on World Cruise The above picture showing the Empress of Britain and Syd ney’s great harbor bridge repre sents the dream of an Australian editor, who in making the com posite picture from Separate pho tographs at the time the bridge was opened could not have known that the Empress Would ever visit the port “down un der”, Captioned “Splendid Empire Achievements” the picture shewed the greatest single-span bridge •ver built Within the Empire and the ocean liner which* launched a year previously was, at the time, the largest ship built in the Empire since the war. Now comes the announcement that the Empress of Britain will visit Sydney during her 1&37 Rdund-the-World Cruise, and with it the realization that, when the ship is there next April, at least one editor’s dream will have come true. Not only Sydney will be visited while the big white liner is in the Antipodes; she will also take her cruhe to Melbourne and to the New Zealand ports of Wellington and Auckland. Her cruise starts from New York Jan uary g and Will end there on May 16. Until heading for Australia sho will follow the usual World cruise course,—-Madeira, GibraL ’ tar, Algiers, Naples, Athens, Pal estine, Egypt, India, Ceylon, the Straits Settlements, Slam and Hong Nong, Leaving New Zea land she will go to the Fiji is lands, also new territory for her World CruUe, Honolulu, San Ffancisco, Loa Angele* and the Panama Canal Zone. 4