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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1935-01-17, Page 2`PAGE 2 THE Clinton News -Record t " With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA ti'ierrt,s bf Subscription — f:1.50 get year in advance, to Canadian ad- dresses $2.00 to the U.S. oroth- er 'foreign countries.; No paper ' discontinued until .a11 arrears are paid unless at the option of the publisher. The date to which every subscription is paid is denoted on the label. advertising Rates—Transient adver- tising 12e per count line for first insertion. 8c far each subsequent insertion. Beading counts 2 linep.5 Small advertisements, not to :ex- ceed one inch, - ouch as "Wanted" "Lost" 'Strayed," etc., inserted once for 35c, eaeh subsequent in- sertion 150. Rates for display ads vertising made known oh applica- Communications intended for pub- lication must, as a guarantee of rood faith, be accompanied by the name .tf the writer. G. E. HALL, M. R. CLARK, Proprietor. Editor, JL T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyancer Financial, Real Estate and Fire In- surance Agent. Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies. Division Court Office. Clinton, Frank Fingland, Barrister. Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block — Clinton, Oat, DR. FRED G. THOMPSON Office and Residence: Ontario Street -- Clinton, Ont. One door west of Anglin:in Church. Phone 172 Eyes Examined and Glaeses Fitted DR. E. A. McINTYRE DENTIST Office over Canadian Nattonal Express, Clinton, Ont: Phone, Office, 21; House, 89. DR. F. A. 'AXON Dentist Graduate of C.O.D.S., Chicago and E.C.D.S., Toronto, Crown and plate work a specialty. Phone 185, Clinton, Ont. 19-4-34, D. H. 1VIcTNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage Office: Huron Street. (Few More west of Royal Bank) Hours --Wed. and Sat. and by appointment. 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Yeo, R.R. No. 3, Clinton; Jtihn Murray, Seaforth/ James Watt, Blyth; Finley McKer- cher, Seaforth. Any money to be paid, may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth, or at Calvin Cutt's Grocery, Goderlch. P4ft' fes desir'ins to effect insure Mice or transact other btsinese wi$ tie promptly attended' to on applies tion to any of- the above officers addressed to their reepeet?ye poette- trad. /;epees inspaeted'.by. the dheo- Wr who liver nearest the seen*.. CANADIAN NATIONAL. RAILWAYS TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart'frota Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Godeirteb Div. rGoing East, depart 7.06 am. 'Going East depart i,00 p.m, "doing West, depart 11.50 a.m. geeing West, depart CM pan., Leaden. Huron & Bruce (king North, ar, 11.34.1ve.11.64 a,re. Sides &ebb 11,011 fpm CLINTON `NEWS -RECORD SYNOPSIS Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds Herself alone in the world with her artist mother's :last,; warning ringing in her ears, to "love lightly." Of the world she knew little. All her life she had lived alone with her mother in an old brown house in a small rur- al community. All her life, first as a new baby, then a bubbling :child, then a charming young girl . , . she had posed for her talented mother who sold her magazine cover painting through an art agent in the city , . Mrs: Church's broken life , . the unfaithful husband, his disappearance , . , and after seventeen; years of sil- ence announcement of .his death was at last disclosed to Ellen. The news of the husband's death killed Mrs. Church.... E'Ilen, alone. turned to the only, contact she knew, the art agent in New York. Posing, years of posing, was her only talent so she was introduced to two leading ar- tists, Dick Alvei and Sandy Macin- tosh. Both used her as a model and both fell in love with her ... but El- len, trying to follow the warped Phil- osophy of her mother to "love light- ly" resists the thought of love. Her circle of friends is small, artists and two or three girl models. Ellen at- tends a ball with Sandy. While danc- ing a tall young man claimed her and romance is born. A ride in the park, proposal, the next day "marriage to Tony, and wealth. But she'd "Love Lightly," Ellen told herself. She'd. never let 'him know how desperately she loved him, even though she were his wife. ' f ilf NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "We're modernists, Sandy," she said. "Every night is a night out as far as either of us is concerned. We're not playing the marriage game ae- cording to the old sentimental stand- ards, not Tony and 3." Sandy's eyebrows came down, and his eyes narrowed, "In that case," he said, "we might have dinner together, tonight — I'd enjoy feeling dike a husband -robbing Lothario for a change. I'm sort of beginning to lose confidence in my- self." Ellen felt just a little icy, inside. It was the first time since her wed- ding that she'd a'etually made the break -that she'd put herself, mar- ried, in a position of aeoepting socia] favors from another man. "I'll meet you anywhere you say, Sandy," she •told hitt, "at any time you say," ) , , ' "Let's make it a real party," he said. "We'll dress, and I'll stop for you at your place in about an hour. I don't suppose, by any chance, that you'd have a cocktail waiting for me?" "Marriage," she said, "hasn't changed my ideas about that, Sandy.". But she was all ready when he came for her in an hour (she met hint at the door, he mustn't come up to her obviously unchanged apartment;) 'Sandy did it all very well. It was as if that evening he were planning to outdo himself --to ,make the party memorable. They; rode in state to one of the larger hotels that boasted a dance orchestra and a roof garden. They were shot, in the hotel el- evator, to the roof garden. They were shown to a table close beside the dance ;floor, 1. "It's a nice roof;" she told flint-- and tried valiantly not to tell herself that it would have beets perfect If Tony had been the one to hold .back her chair, to seat himself opposite her! "I suppose," said Sandy, as he studied the menu, "that the boy friend is working or something. Well, snore. power to hint!" And Ellen echoed, "More power to him," as she fold- ed her hands tight beneath the dam- ask table cloth, and let her eyes wan- der across the roam. As her glance wandered from table to table, she felt her body stiffen.For there, directly across the dance floor, immaculate .in dinner jacket, and with hisblue eyes bluer than ever sat Tony. Tony wasn't alone, either, for Jane in a wisp of devastatingly cut flame -color- ed chiffon, sat opposite him. "Why," Ellen Whispered, and her breath came in startled little gasps, "why, there's Tony, nowt It wasn't that her voice carried, it was that her thought carried! Tony looked' up from across the room as sharp as did Sandy from across the table And then, without a word to the girl in Elaine color who sat op- posite him, he was up onhis feet, was coming over the polished square of dance floor. "Say," he began, "this is a sur- prise!" Sandy had risen, and was fingering the silkiness of his Vandyke beard. The gesture was sophisticated, per- haps, but the eyes above, the beard were frankly apprehensive. "So it is," said Sandy. Ile grinned TH1JRS.,'. JAN. 17th1935 ing down the street. DOINGS IN THE SC1t3U7 "And now," she. said, "what are we WORLD going to do?" Tony laughed boyishly. "I guess," he said, "that it's all set! It begins to look 'as if you're coming With me to a house party. Sandy cer- tainly put -Jane ` in an odd position, didn't he? But, as usual, she came through one hundred per cent;" "Yes," said Ellen, "yeS, she did. Jane did come through. As usual." She spoke so softly that for all Tony knew she was sighing; fle didn't nervously.., , "Just what does one do ,know that all at, once -there was a in a situation like this " he asked. seething? anger in her heart, "It's all out of .order!"ori Y ' r•e rather la peach, you know, „ Ellen was laughin•, She`tried'to S make her laughter sound casual. "One says, 'Hello'," she said, "and 'goodhy ," Tony wasn't as brown as he had been when Ellen' first saw him. "You're all wrong, Ellen," he said, "At a time like this, panties join to- gether! If you haven't ordered, come over to our table." There wasn'tanything else to de. .Ellen, as gracefully as possibZL, and wishing that her dress were pink or blue at: orchid or anything but white, rose from her seat, and was escorted by the two men back to the place where the girl in flame ,ehiffon was sitting. The waiter brought forward two extra chairs, laid two extra places on the table at which Tony and his guest had already started their dinner. Then the music began. Arid Tony said, "Dance?"—ilooking at Ellen. But Ellen wasn't dancing with Tony, not tonight, Dancing 'with Tony always had a ruinous effect upon her, "Sandy brought me," she said, "Pll, have this one with hint." It wasn't a jolly alerting. But it managed to be adequately conversa- tional and very polite. No reference was made to the last evening that the four spent together. And then, after the dinner had been drawn out aslong as possible, it was time to go home! There wasn't any- thing else to do. It was Sandy, not Tony, who de- cided the situation. "I think, Jane," he said (they'd never gotten past the first nam* stage) "that it's up to me to take you home, even though I started the lka2ty with another gall After all, you know,we're an the outside, looking in" Jane bit her lip sharply. "I've got my car downsteirs/" she said. "I can take you all home, you know." And at last, after detailed direc- tions had been given to the chauf- feur, the car came to a stop in front of Elien's house. The moment had arrived—and Tony rose to it nobly. "Thanks, Jane," he said, as he helped Ellen out of the car. "You were nice to come to dinner with nae -and nice to. bring us home." "Just what does one do in a situa- tion like this?" asked Sandy. It would have been all right--' if Jane had let it go that way, if she had just said a gracious goodnight. For a moment one imagines that she meant to, and then she leaned out of the car and her slim, beautiful hand rested lightly upon the sleeve of Tony's coat. "You'll not forget," she said, "that it's my birthday Saturday, and that the crowd is coming down to'our country place for the week -end You said you'd be there, you know."' Tony mumbled something. It sounded to Ellen like "I'll remember." And then he was .starting to slam shut the door' of the.' car.. But his movement was arrested by Sandy's' gay, tactless voice. "Throwing a party," Sandy asked, "and not inviting mel How: come — Elilen should have sbmehody along who talks her language. She'd be lost with' all of you folks -who are Phil- istines." 'Sandy, you see, was assuming—the. other three, Jane and Ellen and Tony, realized it at the same horrible see-' and—that Ellen was to be a member of the party! The birthday house party to which Jane had invited' Tony —Tony evidently, to her mind, was. still playing the role of bachelor! '. "Of course, you can come, Sandy," she said, sweetly, you. want to. It might be much more charming for Ellen to have one of her'own—sort. Maybe you have the right idea at that" And then the car had gone flash she told Tony,and her tone was not at all casual. "You've made every- thing very easy for me, tonight. But even .though you're -so regular, even (• though you've been truly wonderful, I couldn't possibly accept Jane's inv.' tation—I can't possibly accept Jane invitation I can't possibly go to her party. She was foneed into ask- ing me, you realized that. She doesn't want me -why should she want me?, It's you she wants!"; Tony answered._ "I'd like, Ellen," he said, answer ing the first part of her remark, "t make all of life very easy for you, i I eouid, That happens his vol also had lost its casual tone, "tha happens to be the way I care abou you." He paused. And then he wa answering' the last part of what she had said to him. • During recent heavy� .floods a Ailahabad, Indian Boy Scout patrol were organized by the police to as sist distressed 'families. Plans are under way to publish Boy Scout magazine in` Braillefo the steadily increasing' number: o Scout troops in institutions for Milt boys. a f • private secretary to a woman nov 1St, whereas Jimmy wasn't a go d . looker or particularly brainy, and * s Girl Overboard By" Shirley Hook When Jill Dawson curtly a crisply turned down., Jimmy Penro both were definitely surprised. Th had known `one another for quite long time; they had frequently lune ed at the same table in the sa restaurant, But Jill was an on daughter, distractingly pretty, a him I'd: sooner be at the 'bottom of:"' nil the river • than in the same boat with se, him, and it ended in his stopping a sy passing dinghy and fading for ever° a out of my Young h- • "Leave you with' the Worn:, —and me me• Gosh!" ly "That's not what I said. 'But it's nd near enough. Look at the sky. W'e're • el- going - to get' a downpour:" ' ocl . Jimmy sat up. He was in the boat's - his tiny cabin. job, though safe, was connected wi the selling; of Pomfrey's Pa Sock -suspenders. The blow fell on a Saturday' after- noon. They had gone to Kingston with, a cheap day ticket.'They had ad the curtain of the: cabin and went out.. I aid He found' a towel and, what was even better luck,. a tennis -shirt, seeks, and '' a pair of grey flannel trousers. jim- my stripped, rubbed down, wrung out his wet garments and re -clothed - himself: Wit -ten he emerged he was. , in time foe the first flash of liglata- • ing. "Gee!" said the -girl, covering her - eyes, "but if' that's a, fair sample, I'm not going to send you outside a- - gain. My things are dry by now, anyway, and if they weren't it wouldn't matter. There's the -gramophone • there with the latest crooning song on top. Or would you' rather talk?" Jimmy would rather talk. So while the launch floated idly she told hint her name, which was Rose Martin; also a certain amount of family his- tory, which was practically synonym- ous with the growth of the canned pork industry in the city of Martin- apolis, Con,, U.S.A. This was her • first visit to England.' Gerald, other-„ wise Mud, she had met a fortnight ago at a dance club: "I thouglit." she said, "he was dif- ferent from the others. He is dif- ferent. He's a temper that he never loses --,and I've one like a stick of - dynamite. Now tell 'me about your- A French' Scouting Experiment French Scout leaders .are to make a test of Scouting activities with op- ileptic and mentally backward'chit- - deep in'the John :Bost Asylums, at `s Dordogne, France. 25 Years of Scouting and;Guiding The 1st Calgary (Cathedral) Boy Scout and Girl Guide groups recently celebrated the 25th anniversary of p their beginning. Each group has carried on continuously. f vole +ak' F Scotch Jokes in Esperanto? t s Scottish Boy Scouts do not concern themselves with building language barriers. A number of troops com- pete annually for the Etglinton-Ad- ams Esperanto Shield. It was won for 1934 by the 29th Paisley Group. It is not stated whether the tests in- clude Scottish jokes. "But," he added, "I do wish aw- fully you'd come to Jane's party. She may have been forced into asking you —I'm honest enough to admit that she was -:-abut the.important thing is that she did ask you. Under the cir- cumstances, if you don't ga, I could not go either, now. And if I don't appear on Jane's birthday, my crowd will think it's strange. And so—" ev- en through the dark Ellen was aware of his smile, "and so it: would seem we were in a box. Fortunately, we are in the same box.: Not --"the smile had grown into his carefree young laughter, "not that it isn't very nice to be ina box with you!" • Ellen was turning again; they were getting nowhere. She started to move wearily toward the steps of the house in which she lived. Tony followed her, They climbed the steps togeth- er, slowly; "I don't know what to do, Tony," she said, and her voice was vague. "Don't you think we'd :Vetter let it ride — all of this business about Jane's party? Let's not worry about it tonight. Let's just wait and see what happens." Tony was speaking. "Whether you go to Jane's or not," he said, and his tone was wistful, "I wish we might have a few evenings together. This has been sort of grand, hasn't it? To Me it's been kind of crazy' not seeing - you since—" his voice lowered, "our wedding day." For just one second—one second out of all ,life—Ellen dared to be eag- er. She did not draw her hand away, even though it was held so loosely. "Sometimes," she said, "during 'the last two weeks, I too, felt that we were silly. I'd be glad to see you just as often as you want to see me, you know." She said the' last with a rush. She tried not to emphasize the words "just as often al you want to see -me." - Tony answered very seriously. "That would be quite a lot," he said. "I guess we won't go into that. I guess you understand." He hesitated slightly. ewe'', I guess it's good - Ellen was faltering there in the doorway. She.took a step forward __Tony was very close,' it was a short step. But despite ,his closeness, he couldn't know that•she was near to yielding --r 'to making crazy, sweet admissions. "Won't you conte up," she asked, - "for just a minute?" - But: Tony was moving away from her, down the steps. It seemed as: if the distance was . automatically wid- ening between 'them. "I'd like to," he said, "but I don't trust myself to come up with you, Unless—your invitation means more than I think it does. You must real- ize why I can't." Ellen was fumbling with her lateh key. She knew in her soul that she must open the door quickly, before she told Tony how much she wanted' him to come in, how much she want- ed him not to .trust himself. She. couldn't make that move—she could- n't. He wouldn't be given a chance to hurt her pride, or to break her heart. She must open the door, now -and go inside, alone. In the morning Jane's letter came, as Ellen had known that it would. "My party," read the pseudo -ori- ginal letter, "is going to be very in- formal. Just a few of my oldest and most intimate friends have been ask- ed down. .Of course, I do hope you can come and that you won't find it too dull—being among strangers." As Ellen read the edged words, she was suddenly more bitterly annoyed than she'had' ever been in her life. "I won't go," she was storming, "I won't! I won't! 1 won't!" That resolution carried her through the first half of the day. Carried her along until Sandy's note arrived: "Iii wondering," Sandy wrote "if T can go up to Jane's party with you and Tony, on Saturday Drive up' with you, I mean. I've decided to, accept the gal's invitation:'—it ought to be fun." (Continued: next week) * * .* An Expert on Wild Cats A summons to give expert evidence in an S.P.C.A. case of alleged cruelty to a wildcat was the unexpected call that came to Eugene L. Cote, a Dart- mouth, N.S., Scouter. The Scout leader expressed the opinion that the wildcat suffered from its confinement in small quarters with a domestic cat. elf ' cif A Choice "Howler" For B. -P. Six prospective "view chums" far a Winnipeg Cub (junior Scout) Pack were invited to the Cubteaster's home. Asking questions, "Akela'e queried: "Can any of you tell me who Baden- Powell is ?" A blank expression on six small faces, One lit up: "I know, Akela. He's one of the jungle animals." • INSPIRATIONAL GESTURE IN `CANADIAN HISTORY The following letter was received by Rev. 5'. G. Farrill, chairman' of the committee which shipped a. car of .vegetables, etc., to the. West last fall: "December 29, 1934. Rev. F. G. F'arri11, Ontario St. United Church, , Clinton, Ont. • Dear Sir: -Your wonderful -gift ear Which might be termed a carload of "kind and kindness" arrived in good condition and was distributed among the residents in the district adjacent ty -Riehmound, I would like, to picture to all per- sons in your, district who helped in any way to make this car possible just what it meant to the recipients. A spectator who watched the unload- ing of an Eastern ear such as youre the other day wrote me as follows: "I have from time to time read, the various press notices having to do with relief contributions,' unmoved, but as I stood and. watched that car- load of food and clothing being given out I thought I saw the, great Soul of Humanity which good times often keeps hid, but which rises supreme and magnificent in times of stress." What wonderful cars these cars are, no culls, no discards, but quantities of `high quality vegetables, fruit and clothing, hundreds of sacks of pota toes, carrots, turnips, jars of canned and preserved fruit from folks who grew none of their own but would not be ,left out of the generous gesture. When one sees'a'car such as this un- loaded, possibly into some garage for distribution they ask this question, "How is the committee to handle this amazing car of food -stuffs, etc.?" Dozens' of farmers stand quietly a- bout, no scramble, no eager handling of the supplies they need so badly, speaking quietly as though hushed by the weight of their debt for this kind- ness. The writer, a former resident of Ontario, has recently returned from a three weeks tour of the East in the interest of our Work. The hospitality and kindly understanding' of the peo- ple in the east is, to say the least in- comparable, and were the good folk down there able to visualize it all they would be thrilled to see the hap- piness they have occasioned • our stricken' people. I feel sure that some day these great acts of kind- ness will be chronicled as one of the most inspirational gestures in Cana- dian history. Certainly if Canadian - ism means anything, this means a great deal in the._shaping of a true and loyal national iconsciousness. With genuine appreciation and heartfelt thanks to all those who helped in any way he sending this car, we are, Yours sincerely, —Sas- katchewan Voluntary Rural Relief Committee.—W: W. Champ, Chair- man." th i, "I suppose," he ventured, 'I could-. tint' n't take off a few of my wet things ,• and wring. th'em - out•?": "Of' course," said the girl. "And I'll do the same afterwards. And then we'll' get:iriti'odueed." She drew - walked to the .river, and Jimmy h suggested ;tiring a boat, But Jill s perversely that she didn't trust etas. rowing and didn't like the look 'of the water, anyway, and it had ended in their sauntering rather vaguely along the bank. And` there he had asked her to marry him. "Why not?" persisted Jimmy, tactlessly, when Jill had refused. Site told hint, in the bitter staccato sentences - natural to a giri who is suffering severely from thirst, a head- ache; and shoes that are too tight, `•`And. now," she concluded, "we'd bet- ter say goodbye, because you won't want to see me again." And Jimmy, too numbed to 'answer, watched her .move away, until a bend in the bank hid her from sight. He walked on mechanically, gulfed in utter wretchedness and hopelessness, until he came to a worn patch of grass. There he flung him- self down, wondering what JiIl's emo- tions, if any, would be if he were discovered dead from exposure and or a broken heart. Then he fell asleep. He a -woke to solitude, 1t was, fiv o'clock, and the river was deserte Steen dinghies, skiffs, " and punts a were still afloat had been moored be hind islands or down backwaters fo the meal. Yet abruptly the silepc shattered.' Round the bend the river chugged a small, petrol driven boat. From its naisroscopi cabin came a double. clamour —:.tha made by a gramophone playing a fox trot and the voices of two,people ar guing. As the boat drew level wit Jimmy, a girl emerged. "You're utterly insufferable," sh cried. "And I won't stand it a ruin ute ,longer. 1 won't!" d. s r ce self. ori Jimmy told her. It was a limping,- halting story, saved from dullness br- e its bitter sincerity; t "What I'd like;" he concluded, - " passionately, "is to make a fresh " start. Where I can forget lodgings • h in Camden Road and kippers for • breakfast, trains, being bullied by e old Poinfrey, 'and ---1--" - "I know," said Miss Martin, nod- ding. "I feel that way myself with • e other things. Curious, isn't it, that e we should meet like this." t "If -you ask me," said Jimmy,. studying her profile, "it was just , Providence. I know I'm not much to e brag about--" .1 "You were willing to give your lite k to save a girl you thought was drowning." e- Her hand touched his, With a r it gesture that a knight-errant of the S Middle Ages might have been proud Iof, he lifted it to his lips. They -! smiled into one another's eyes. Each saw there forgetfulness, and a fresh .• start. "Hoon-nk! Hoon-nk!" , Down the river came a pleasure steamer. Rain was still falling in torrents; the Little drifting Worn: was practically invisible "The rudder—quick!" cried Rose. Jimmy leapt to the steering -gear. What he did with it was wild, un- certain --and the wrong thing. It • Would be charitable to assume that in any case he would probably have been too late. He watched a yeasty little wave hit the Worm and tilt it sideways. Another rushed playfully- on board, followed by a whole suc- cession of waves. Jimmy opened his eyes wearily. This time he was lying on something• more comfortable than the bottom of' the boat. A' nurse in a neat white• , uniform was bending over him. She - had a glass in her hand; from the• fact that it was half empty and that his throat was tingling, he gathered' that she had been giving him some: restorative. "Splendid"" said the nurse. "Warrant'?" said Jimmy. "Kingston Cottage hospitalsomeone,""Wihy?" said Jianmy. "Here's someone," said the nurse. "who -will answer any quetsions. But: you mustn't Ute yourself asking too. many"' Rose came in. A friendly but dif-• ferent Rose. Remote, formal nev- ous. "I'm so glad you're better," she said. After showing such pluck—'e— "What pluck,' a'sked Jimmy. "How queer your not knowing.' She spoke quickly, jerkily. "And yet perhaps it isn't, Don't you reniemher that Lord Purley -4i "Lord who?" "Lord Purley --.y fiance --and F were joking in his little petrol. launch when I overbalanced and fell overboard. And you swam out tea rescue tie" "I can't swim." "Tried: to, anyway. Which mdde it all the pluckier. And that he dragger;' you on board." "He did?" "Yes." Her eyes met his unwaver-• ingly. "And that because you didn't' recover consciousness properly we•,: brought you here?" Jimmy said nothing, But his brain. now was active. He'glanced towards the nurse. She had moved out 0 earshot. "Then—is it all :O,K. again, with (Continued on page 0)\ » "Don't talk, like a melodramati little idiot," snapped the man. H made a'grali at the giri. The boa tilted violently; the girl, with a cry overbalanced and pitched overboard The man, losing his head, sent th boat curving wildly towards the far then bank, leaving an agitated blae blob,splashing' in .the sunlit water, Jimmy was standing near a lit buoy. Desperately he detached from ;its postand burled it toward the girl. The effort was a failure the buoy hit the water far, far be yond'the reach of the black blob • Jimmy perceived his destiny. His life, his worthless empty life, had been re- served for this final, gallant sacrifice. Strangely enough he couldn't swim. But he remembered reading some- where that an untrained man could splash his way through the water successfully if he doesn't lose his head and let the stuff get into his Iungs. He plunged down the bank, and wading out until the water was level with his chest, began a series of, clumsy swimming movements in the directionof the buoy. He got within a yard of the thing. He tried to touch bottom while he grabbed it, but went 'under. Into his open mouth poured a choking torrent of water. -He came up again, but now touched with panic, a flapping, pleng- ing exhibitor of all the qualities which a successful water -treader should not exhibit. Ile went down again, absorbed larger quantities -of water; carne up again, clutched blind- ly at something or someone; bang- ed his head; dost all interest in the world, When his interest returned, he realized in a •hazy way that he was lying full length on a padded seat covered with a mackintosh, the drips ping water from which testified to his, excessive' wetness. A. dark girl •pretty, wtih bobbed heir, was bend- ing over hitt.. She too, was exces- sively wet. He asked the traditional question. "You're' in The Worm that Turn- ed," said the girl. `,The what?" demanded Jimmy.. "It's the name of a boat. The one I fell out of. It was awfully brave of you to try and recsue me. But I didn't really need rescuing; I can swim quite well." ' "I can't," said Jimmy, feelingly, and shut his eyes again. "I said you couldn't, when I made Gerald help me haul you on board;" "Who's Gerald?" "You," complained the girl with some bitterness, "strike me as being one of those people who ask the wrong questions. Gerald's other name ought to be Mud, and he's the hound who invited me to come up the river with _him." "Where's Gerald now?" "Cleared off. I guess his idea was that two might be pretty fair 'come pany, but three was definitely worse. Especially after the things I said about him,aed hie title.'Yes, he's got e title; it's about the only thing he has got that isn't mortgaged. I told