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GENERAL SIR WESTON MARRIS,
a highly -placed officer of the
General Staff visiting New Zeal-
and on duty.
LORNA MARRIS, his pretty, luxury -
loving daughter.
PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS
MISS HILDA MARRIS, sister of the
General, accompanying him to
New Zealand and giving Lorna
such supervision as a high-spirit-
ed girl will tolerate.
CAPTAIN ALLEN RICHARDS, the
General's Aide -de -Camp, who is
engaged to Lorna.
T. H. HAWK.SFORD, chauffeur to
the General's party. A New
Zealander, "handsome in a rug-
ged, arresting fashion."
WHO IS THE SNIPER
Among the echoes came the sound
of footsteps crashing hastily away a-
mong the bushes beyond, the creek,
Automatic in hand, Hawksford plun-
get down the slope leapt the bed of
the stream, and dashed into the
thicket in pursuit.
Lorna uttered a wild cry of terror,
and stood paralysed by the stream.
The automatic barked twice among
the trees; and then she heard Hawks -
ford come crashing back. She ran
across the stream, stumbling into the
water, to meet him.
"Missed him!" he said, tersely. "He
ran out into the open and I nearly got
him and ,then he dashed back into
cover. He's in here some where still."
"What shall we do?"
"If he's decided to hunt us like this,
there's only one thing to do—I'll have
to hunt him!"
She was terrified for him.
"But you might be killed!"
"We might as easily both be killed
standing here!" .
He led her hurriedly along the
stream to a place where the banks
narrowed and the rock made an over-
hanging ledge; underneath was a
space deep enough for her to creep
into, sufficiently screened by ferns
to hide her from a casual glance.
"In there with you!" he said. "And
if I don't come back, wait until it's
quite dark, and then make for the
Kaikoura track. Don't risk trying to
get to Kaikoura, though. Strike a-
cross the paddocks through the first
gate you come to on the right, and
there's a homestead over the hill. If
he gets me, and you get away, he
might lie in wait for you on. the Way
to Kaikoura!"
Lorna tried to steel herself to the
horror of Hawksford's going. She
succeeded and managed to ask:
"You saw him? Who was he?"
For an instant Hawksford did not
reply; then quietly took from his
pocket a man's grey cloth cap, and
put it into her hands as she crouched
trembling in the ferns.
"That's what r picked up by the
boat down on the shore. I expect you
can recognize it."
Lorna turned the cap over. It was
one such as Allen had worn when he
came from. Christchurch. She start-
ed, then stared up at Hawkcford with
eyes dark with horror.
"Allen!" she whispered.
Ile noodded, clasped her hand a
moment reassuringly, then turned
from her swiftly and crept hurriedly
along the stream lifting his head war-
ily to look from left to right. In a
moment he had gone, leaving her to
turn the cap over and over, to look in-
side, and see the name of the maker,
"Brunaner and Sons, Albenmarle-st.,
London," and the initials, `A.E.R.' ink-
ed on the lining.
Allen Richards, her fiance. Attach-
ed to her father's staff the son of a
fine old family of unimpeachable, hon-
our. It seemed so incredible, it was
like a horrible dream. It was Allen,
then, who had left the slip in the
typewriter! Allen it was to whom
the letter was addressed that Hawks -
ford had steamed open. That was
why Allen had come to Kaikoura to
settle the date of their wedding, to
give himself an excuse for being in
the district and meeting the Japanese
boat at Gulliver's Bay. And Allen,
Allen who had been so near to her,
her fiance, once to have been her hus-
band, had been mercilessly firing
those shots with the intention of kill-
ing them both, so that they could not
tell what they knew!
Terror for Hawksford cane rush-
ing back to dispel the daze in Lorna's
mind. Scratched and torn and muddy,
her feet wet from her fall in the
stream, she crouched in her hiding -
place under the rock, and, listened in
an agony of bated breath.
There was not a sound, only a chip-
ping in the stagnant creek, a hum of
flies, a whisper of leaves,
With lifted head, she listened. Was
that a footstep among the trees?
Thump 1—thump!—thump! went her
heart in her strainng body. Leaves
stirred to the sigh of the wind above.
No, the sound had only been the
cracking of a twig or the rustle of a
bird. She relaxed with ,something
like a sob, only to lift bar head in
tense anxiety again. She had never
known: that the wild was so full of so
many incomprehensible little sounds.
What dark, sepulchred woods they
were, the brown litter. of leaves, and
.black twisted lianas underfoot, the
dark twisted -green of all the foliage
•stirring in the sineter movements to
the never -resting wind above.
Listening, listening . . . Minutes
passed dragging in an eternity of sus-
pense.
Suddenly a shot rang out, away on
the right, quite distant among the
trees. There was no answering re-
port.
"Hawksford is shot!" Lorna tho-
ught. "Hawksford is killed!"
And she relaxed in a kind of stun-
ned despair. No idea of escape came
to her. Let Allen come, let him kill
her. What did it matter?
But a moment later she was hoping
again, tense, straining her ears
Footsteps came running softly on the
other side of the stream. Her heart
pounded against her throat, she peer-
ed through the ferns.
• Hawksford came through the bush-
es, gun in hand, and looked over at
her, evidently to ascertain that she
was safe. There was blood running
down his sleeve, on to his left hand.
He made a sign to her to be quiet, and
moved away again quickly into the
trees.
Relief flooded through her in a
strengthening wave, but the sight of
the blood on his arm had increased
her dread. He had been hit on the
arm! That last shot had conic so
near!
"Oh God," she thought, "How long
will this go on? How long?"
If only she couid have gone with
Hawksford, but she could not defend,
herself and being with him would only
increase his peril. There Was nothing
to do b'ut lie there, enduring that tor-
ture of suspense!
When the sunrays began to slant; in
the tree -tops and take a reddish tint,
she was still waiting, still. listening.
She had heard two more shots, one,
she thought from the rifle, and one
front the automatic. Perhaps, they
were both .hit, perhaps they were
both dead or wounded . and there
she must lie on a' rack of terror and
uncertainty!
She could bear it no longer, One
thing she could do. Richards would
be too occupied trying to stalk Hawk-
sford to .bother about her, and she
could make a dash up the hill to the
Kaikoura track; then she could run
to the homestead Hawksford had
,mentioned, and get help. At least
they 'would) have a telephone; she
could 'phone the police or bring men
with guns *to surround the bush.
She listened. All was .still. Some-
where in the thickets they were creep-
ing after one another, and surely she
could get away. She wormed her way
out of her hiding place, scrambled up
the bank, and with her heart in her
mouth, ran through the trees, pushing
and tearing her way through the un-
dergrowth. In a moment she saw the
sunlight on the open hillside between
the branches. She plunged out into it,
and even as she did so she heard
someone crashing through the bush
behind her.
Terror spurred her, and she dashed
ahead up the steep, stony slope.
Realization that it 'night be Hawks -
ford made her check her speeed and
glance back.
There stood Allen Richards on the
margin of the trees lifting his rifle to
take aim at her as she ran.
`Allen!"
She screamed avidly. He was only
THURS., JAN 30, 1941
some twenty yards from her, she
could see the mad savagery in, his
lace, his usually smooth dark hair
dishevelled` and falling over his brow.
He sighted her deliberately along
the gun. She dodged frantically.
"Allen, Allen!" 'It was a despair-
ing plea to the Allen she hadknown,
to the recollection of all that had been
between them. The barrel of the gun
followed her inexorably.
She ran, tripped, fell; a double re-
port, so nearly in unison as to be al-
most one, rang out and thundered an
echo from the hills. For an instant
her shocked brain fancied she was hit;
but as she lifted her shaken head to
look, she saw Richards stagger, throw
his rifle wide, and fall.
Hawksford stepped out of the trees
behind him, gun in hand.
Lorna scrambled up and staggered
down the hill to him. Hawksford bent,
and taking Richards by the shoulder,
turned 'him over. The glazed eyes
widened, fixed on the sky, the lips,
below the little moustache, drawn
back from • the white even teeth, re-
laxed; with a spasmodic movement
the bent limbs straightened' and were
still.
Hawksford said hoarsely:
"I had to shoot him in the back!"
Lorna sobbed:
"Oh, .Allen—Allen!"
The last of her strength ebbed from
her, her spent limbs sagged and she
fell senseless on the grass by Rich-
ards' body.
Half an hour later as dusk began
to fall the dogs at the homestead two
miles away over the hill barked
frantically at a stranger who came
staggering through the gate. Hawk-
sford, carrying the half-conscious,
bedraggled body of Lorna in his arms,
walked into the yard, and was met by
two surprised men who were rubbing
down their horses.
"Have you a telephone?"' said'.
Hawlcsford, "This lady has had g
shock and she's ill. Her fiance trip-
ued over his gun in the bush and shot .
himself, IIe's lying out there now,'
GII'APTRE' XXI
A "SHOOTING ACCIDENT
"We heard some shootin' over. the
hill this afternoo.n," said the farmer,
when Lorna was laid on the settee in
the homestead sitting room, while his
wife came running in in flustered con-
cern.. "I reckoned some chaps out
from town were shooting rabbits! Ye
say the chap is dead?"
"Yes," said Hawksford. "If you've
a telephone I'd like to use it."
The farmer's wife said excitedly
"They're always doing it—you hear of
it again and again. Trip getting over
a fence, and the gun goes off and
blows them to bits! You say it was
her fiance?"
"Yes. Have you some brandy or
whisky you could give her? She'll be•
all right," said Hawksford.
"Yes, we've got a bottle of wieky in .
the kitchen,"
And the women hastened to get it,
while the man took Hawksford to the
phone in the front seam.
"Why man, you're hurt yourself!"
the farmer said, catching sight of
Hawksford's bloody hand.
"It's only a scratch," Hawksford,
said.
He closed the door as soon as the
man had gone, got the exehange, and.
asked for a Wellington number.
"While you're getting it, give me
Kaikoura police station, please!"
(CONTINUED NEXT WEEK)
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"THE TASK WILL BE GREATER IN 1941
THAN IT HAS BEEN IN 1940
... it is going to dem nd more effort,
more sacrifice and far mores a
�n o r r, all lives
ALREADY the pattern and pace of life in Canada
have undergone a profound change. Gaps in
employment are rapidly filling up. Some 350,000
Canadians who were unemployed before the outbreak
of war are now employed. Another 200,000 are with
our armed forces, Factories, which until recently were
turning out goods for civilian consumption, have been
transformed into humming arsenals, pouring out in-
struments of war. Night and day shifts have become
the rule rather than the exception. But the peak of
effort is not yet in. sight.
In 1941 still more factories will switch to war produc-
tion ... new plants will be established, thousands more
will be employed. This rising tide of activity must
continue until we reach the flood of effort when every
Canadian will be employed and working to his utmost,
every possible square inch of plant will be utilized,
every wheel will be whirring in the race we are waging
against time and the enemy.
More men are working ... working longer hours .. .
making more munitions ... earning more money
producing more goods ... putting more money into
circulation. Most Canadians are sharing in this in-
creased national wealth -- have extra dollars in their
pockets.
The effort the Prime Minister calls for is gaining
momentum, but many Canadians, as individuals, have
not yet felt the real pinch of sacrifice.
Canadians of all classes are sharing tax burdens, but
it must be admitted that up to date the larger part of
the money needed for Canada's war effort has come
from business firms and individuals with large
incomes. They are paying high taxes. They have
already invested heavily in War Loan Bonds.
99
d RT. HON. W. L. MACKE6NZIE KING
(NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1940)
This is not enough. The plain truth is that Canada's
rapidly expanding production for war purposes will
require increasing sums of money. That is why the
Prime Minister warned Canadians in his New Year's
broadcast that the year ahead demands more effort
and more sacrifice.
Every man, woman and child is asked to lend. Every
dollar you lend will help to put another man in a job
... making more munitions. Every dollar you lend
may save a soldier's life ... help to shorten the war.
Small wage earners must carry their share of the
burden, too.
No one need go without necessities, but you are urged
to forego the purchase of unnecessary articles . ..
however small the cost ... no matter how well your
are able to pay for them ... which take labour and
material away from the great task of providing goods
needed to win the war.
This is your war. Everything you have ... everything
you believe in .. , is now at stake. This is a message
to you ... a challenge to every Canadian ... a call to
the colours ... a call for volunteers.
Be sure to make provision to pay your Income Tax—
payment is made easier by the new instalment plan.
But be prepared' to do more — budget your earnings
to make sure that you will have money available to buy
War Savings Certificates and to subscribe for War
Loan Bonds. You will help Canada — you will help
yourself.
Minister of Finance
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