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acday Tea
LOUIS ARTHUR CUNNINGHAM
CHAPTER XV11f
Mew week later, toward eve -
ding, just :as they ,were finishing
the evening meal, those at Phili-
Ib.eat heard the raucous tocsin, the
croaking music of the horn on the
sifatien wagon that had more lives
than a whole family of cats.
"Rogert" cried Pol Martin. "It
is Roger returning." And the ex-
cellent' peach pudding that was
the dessert that night was at once
forgotten, and even madame join-
ed the streaming exodus from the
dining room and made her way
through the crowd on the stens to
bid him welcome to hold him in
her arms, to weep a little as she
saw the look on itis face when
Meridel carie to him and put her
arms, about his neck and kissed
him.
"I always like to return at twi-
light;" he said, mounting the steps
with Pol Martin and Rosine on his
shoulders. "It has always seemed
to me the best time for a home-
coming. I don't know why, may-
be the cheery lights and the warm
fire and—ah, it is good to be
back!"
His gaze had scarcely once
starved from Meridel. His eyes
had a hungry look in them. He
!alighted and talked and made the
children laugh at his nonsense, but
when they had all trooped of to
bed, he stretched wearily in his
chair and closed his eyes.
* * *
"Just," he explained, "so that 1
may open tlleni and see you all
about me. It has been so long."
His hand reached out and touched
Meridel's where she sat close to
hien. "This is real," he said as if
to himself. "All of it—real. And
you are going to be with me al-
ways. Meridel. 1 thought some-
times I should never return to
you, that my luck would run out,
But it held -- it has held so far."
"You have done well, Roger,"
said madame. "We read of your
exploits, saw your picure in this
paper and that"
He waved bis hand. "We do not
reason why, madame. When we
are doing the things they praise
us for, they do not seem of great
importance, and when the world
finds them so—well, we are puz-
zled. Tell me, was there ever any
more word about Michel?"
"Nothing," said madame. "Re-
cently we read that his friend,
Kehl, was arrested by. the Ameri-
can police, along with some dozens
of others and held on charge of
espionage. Perhaps he was among
them. I do not konw, Roger;"
"Strange. Well, I shall give it
up as one of the riddles of the
age. Tomorrow, Meridel, I want
to go shoping with you. I want
to buy you things—a ring—the
loveliest ring. I want to see it on
your finger, then I shall begin to
think you really belong to me."
* * *
In the busy weeks that follow-
ed Roger seemed to get as much
enjoyment as Meridel or madame
out of the niutffarious preparations
for the wedding. Ile was on hand
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ISSUE 87-1945
the evening inMarch when Me-
ride! was to try on the wedding
dress.
"It is lovely," said. Roger, gaz-
ing at her as, like a young prin-
cess soon to be a queen, she walk-
ed with stately step toward hint.
"So lovely -yet not half lovely
enough for her who wears it."
"You find me beautiful then,
monsieur?"
"So very beautiful,. Meridel." IIe
came from the big window in the
living room, where he had been
sitting, and bent to her and kis-
sed •her upraised lips. "My love,"
he whispered. "So soon to be my
bride."
He saw only /deride!. So i; was
with Rudolph, with the bridlike
Mademoiselle Corbin; only old
Mimi Fabre's ageless eyes glimps-
ed the face that for a moment
carne close to the windowpane and
then was gone. It was Roger who
first noticed the pallor of her
parchment skin, the whiteness of
her lips, the way her hands trembl-
ed.
"Tante Mimil" He hurried to
her, but she brushed his arm
away. "Are you ill? Is there some-
thing 1—"
She tightened -the grip of her
bony fingers on the knob of her
stick, "It is nothing," she said.
"Nothing. Just a little weeklies. I
shall go to my room and rest for
a while, No, I do not want anyone
to come with rue. I would be
alone."}
Madame went slowly up the
stairs to her room. Her step was
firm, though her heart beat so
hard that it pained her breast. She
walked to the window and looked
out for a few mordents. She could
tell that he was there; site could
attest feel his eyes looking up at
her out of the blackness. For only
an instant she hesitated, then site
lifted her hand and beckoned to
him,
"He never before obeyed mc,"
she muttered, tinkering with her
teeth that were misbehaving this
night. "Perhaps he won't now.
What in God's name does he mean
by skulking out there in the dark-
ness, peering in at windows! I'll—"
site clutched her stick "-1'11 do
what I used to long ago; I'll lay
this across his thick shoulders..P11
knock some of the devil out of
bine. If I had done the right thing
ah, there!"
* * *
She watched the doorknob turn
slowly, the door as slowly open.
But he entered quickly, without a
sound, closed it behind ,him and
turned the key. He flung his hat
deftly at a chair in the corner and
grinned as it landed safely. He
wore a trench coat, a white scarf,
his hair was redder even than she
remembered it. Ile smiled at her
anti said quietly, "For once, Tante
I obeyed you. I was about
to go Off into the cold, dark, wind-
swept night, as they say in the
books, when 1 saw your. light go
on and your still lovely figure
standing in the window. Whets you .
beckoned to the I hesitated only
briefly; then I came just to say
hello—and then good by,"
The black - eyes, hawks eyes,
bright and gleaning, never left his
face. Every inch of it they sttIsiied
—the long jaw, the stubby nose
and wide mouth, the blue eyes in
which the devil danced even as in
her own. His shoulders bulked
huge inside the blue coat. Ile was
taller than Roger. He looked, she
thought, like some Nlilesian king
of old. Give pini a winged helmet,
a jerkin of chain mail, a .battle-
ax—
Oeberlieutenant Faber," she
said.
He clicked his heels and bowed
stiffly, his face like something
graven in stone. Then all the dis-
guise -dropped from him in a mom-
ent and the eyes sparkled again.
He gave her a neat salute .end
said, "Your mistake, madame—
Captain Hichel Fabre, of the Bri-
tisk Intelligence." ,
"Michel!" She had not made a
step before he had her in his arms,
picking her up as if she were a
child, kissing her and pressing his
rough cheek against hers,
(To Be Continued)
The ancient Greeks and Ro-
mans used to enjoy highly per-
fumed food.
Clinga 7IVIES
i3y
of G 1 • wen.oline• P.
Clarke
ome mes I think that oneof
the major problems on a farm is
entertaining. Farm; people; in com-
mon with city folk, like to have
their friends coine to visit with
them. And naturally, the logical.
time Oar visiting is in the slimmer.
'Unfortunately, summer time also
coincides' with the husiost .eeason
of. the .year on the farm so that we
who entertain are always a little
uneasy lest our friends do not
have as good a time as we would
like them to have. The farm work
has to go on. Fortunately, to .the
majority' of folks holidaying in the
country, most farm work is a no-
velty and so they enjoy being -
around and getting first-hand in-
formation on how the work is
done — or they don't — it depends
on their personality! Our tierce
Betty, for instance, had never seen
a cream separator work; her sis-
ter Toy, who is also staying with
us, was quite interested in watch-
ingthe manure spreader in I-
action!
* a *
Trying to combine work and
pleasure is another problem. Not
so much for the younger genera-
tion — their supply of energy
seems -inexhaustible — but for us
older folk Who, although still
quite capable of enjoying good en-
tertainment, yet find it somewhat
exhausting if we have a hard day's
work behind us and another hard
day's work ahead of us. But we
try it just the same. We take in
the odd show or garden party; we
come home and enjoy a inidnight
snack; we eventually get to our
beda, but in an hour or two we are
out of them again and on with the
work — while our visitors, bless
their hearts, sleep blissfully on.
We don't begrudge them their
sleep — tar from it — this is their
holiday, let them enjoy it. We
only envy them their opportunity
of arising each morning, refreshed
and invigorated, ready again to go
places and see things, although
by comparison we are so afraid
they will find us dull and lifeless,
apparently thinking only of the
work to he done, as if we haft -no
other interests beyond our own
fine fence.
13y the foregoing remarks you
may surmise we have been trying
to work and play too. That's sigh
— we have — except Partner, li
is wise, he recognises his ,limits
tions. One night Bob took us t
Hamilton and while there we wen
to see "The Valley of Decision"
It was a grand show and we en-
joyed. every minute of our outing
— even though we did have a fla
tire on the road. But.I `though
Betty was disappointed because
she bad not seen "Son of .Lassie"-
So the next flay I took the two
girls to a neighbouring town and
there we saw "Son of Lassie". We
followed .Laddie right through his
puppy days to his adventures in
Norway and returned with him to
hia native moors -mitt safety. "Val-
ley of Decision" is a wonderful
picture but we all felt that we
shall remember Laddie and Lassie
Jong after the other show is for-
gotten, There is an undefinable
bond between a .man and his dog
that tugs at the heartstrings. We
felt that, even in the show, and
we, thought we just couldn't stand
it 1f anything dreadful should hap-
pen to faithful, trusting - Laddie.
What a story to awaken children's
sympathies. The children In that
audience laughed and cried by
turns and I am sure they all went
Lome wishing that each had a dog
like Laddie. The pity of It is too
many children grow up lacking
the companionship of a dog. In -
towns that is often unavoidable
but dogs, children and wide open
spaces surely belong together.
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Right here I might as well make
a confession. The men are draw-
ing in barley and before going to
the field they asked me to see that
the cows didn't get into the barn.
So I brought paper and pencil and
tools up my vigil . from the back
seat of the car. It was very com-
fortable; the air was just pleasant-
ly warm; a soft breeze was blow -
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ing and before I knew it I was
asleep. So you see what I mean
when I say that work, pleasure
and late hours don't go too well
together! The wagon coming
home woke me up ... I wondered
where oil earth I was. Fortunately
the cows hadn't come down for a
drink so nobody knows I wag
guilty of that unforgivable sin —
being asleep at the switch.
Oh -oh — now there's a bee in
the car. It's obviously time I got
out!
Defeat of Japan
No Mere `Incident'
Japanese history provides nu-
merous examples of "temporary"
setbacks in Japan's course of ag-
gression, says the Detroit Free
Press.
Germany, France and Russia
told the Japs to get out of Port
Arthur in 1896 — and they got. A.
stiff note from Woodrow Wilson
in 1915 blocked their Twenty-one
Demands on China. An American
army checicniated them in Siberia
after the Russian Revolution. They
were forced to return Shantung
to China.
Yet in each instance they me-
rely bowed to superior force—
temporarily — and went right on
planning and preparing for world
conquest as outlined by Hideyoshi
in 1592. They have never swerved
from his blueprint.
The Japs are tough.
The Allies have got to be tough-
er
They can't reform Japan by let-
ting it get away with the idea that
this defeat is merely an incident in
a 100 -years war.
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MEN WHO 2YII1VIC OF TOMORROW ARE PLANNIPiG "COOKING WITH LIGHTS"
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Mimic of tomorrow say -
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a e e VICTORY BONDS have helped us to
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They've minimized the danger of a
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They've formed a backlog of safely -
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But reaomeinber: hallo tion strikes hordes t
after a war.
What our Victory Bonds will do—if
we hold on to them -is to keep prices
down until supply meets demand ...
when a dollar will buy a full dollar's
worth of goods.
Think of tomorrow before thinking
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