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Ir hur .Cunriinghom Lovely, red - headed Gillian Meade lives with her uncle, Cd1- onel Anselm Meade, at Rydal House, in Eastern Canada, Re- alizing that the family fortunes are disappearing, Gillian makes up her naincl to accept wealthy Jonathan. Hillyer. Titus she hopes to save the old home, and provide for her uncle and her seventeen-yea'r-old sister, Debor- ah. Walking -alone on the grounds of Rydal "House, she encounters Simon Killigrew, best friend of the late Jagfry Clay, to whom Gillian had been engaged. Simon tells her that she was responsible for Jaffry's death. She goes back into. the house, disturbed, awl dresses to go out with Jon Hill- yer. They were in the living room chat- ting with Anse when she did come down. Deborah had managed to discard the unhandsome green outfit and looked sweetly youthful in tan slacks and a blue sweater. Jon Hillyer was smiling indulgently at her as .she rolled big brown eyes up at him and hung breathlessly on his every word. He dropped her gracefully when he saw Gillian. He carie quickly to • Gillian and there was an eager light in his gray eyes, a sudden ani- mation in his ruddy weather-beaten face: The sun and the wind on the seven seas had done their work on. Jon Hillyer. Hehad done ahDut ev- ery rec'kliess thing, just, as he said, for the thrill of it. But he knew now, as he looked' into Gillian's eyes, as the saw the, aureate wonder of her hair, the glorious 'slimness of her youthful body, that all, those .thrills would pale before the wonder of hav- ing her love;P "that, holding her, he ‘vould hold heaven in his arms; los- ing her, he would lose the greatest desire his heart had ever known. "Gillian!" His big 'hand engulfed hers. "How lovely you look! And, a woman among women, you are ready on time. Colonel. I know we 'cave you, in hands as -.good as they are lovely." Deborah was dubious, and glanced furtively at the bright crimson 'nail polish she had. borrowed from Amy Sturgis. She told Gillian to have a good time and gave her a tragic, suffering look that said, "While I sit among ' the cinders or scrub ti;.e kitchen floor." Anse, walking to the door with them, spoke to. Gillian while Jon was helping Hawtry stow Gillian's travelling case in the rum- hle. Anse's hand rested for a mo- ment on hers and Anse's pale blue eyes held hers."I don't know how to pray," muttered Anse, '"but if I did, Gillian, I'd be praying for you. I want you to make no misstep, but I cannot show you 'the road." "That's a prayer, Anse." The car rolled down the. driveway between' the tall cedars and the Au- tumn wind was -cool on her cheek and she could breathe and lean back against the cushions and close her "Drive , e eson Yforever, Jon," she Xnurnrured drowsily. "On and on anal on." "Do you feel' like that? Are you sure you wouldn't want to change chauffeurs after a few million miles?" "Pretty sure." "That's nice to hear. Gillian. 1 too would like to go on with you, .for- ever. But you're so young and it's hard for you to know just what you, love you. What I wished to ask you is about the poor phap's work—his poetry—a novel he left—some other stuff. His work was good, eh?" "Yes," said Gillian quietly. "His work was good. He had published only one book of poems. It was well received. They said he had genius, that he would be great one day"— Her nails were sharp against her palms. "Yes." Jon's voice was dryly mat- ter-of-fact. "That's what I thought. The book of poems was published privately. Clay and a young man named Simon Killigrew—" Simon Killigrew—a finger plucked at a chord in Gillian's' heart and let it twang back and left it throbbing, She saw that tall, hard -muscled, an - grey -eyed youth, rising up out of Ry - dal' Water, saw the accusation in his eyes before ever he spoke. "NOw Killigrew wants to publish the rest of Clay's stuff. He's sort, of a literary executor, I gather. But he needs capital. He apprroached me about it. I met him at the University Club a week or so back, He struck me as being a straightforward sort of fellow and I told him I'd look in- to it. His wife died while he was spending a year abroad. He was pret- ty well broken up over •11. He doesn't need a great deal of money. He has a little place of his own—Simons Printery—in Beaver Hall Square. Put he thinks if the book is properly launched' and well advertised it will be a smashing success. He's some- thing of a fanatic when it comes to ,Taffry Clay. Sort of hero w orsr'p. Not a good thing." "I've ' met this Simon Killigrew," said Gillian: "once, briefly'. Yes, it's hero worship with him. That's the only word for it." "Well, what's to do, Gil?: I put it up to you." To me! Why -to me?" She shoot; her head vehemently. "You'll have to decide yourself, Jon. All I can tell you is that Jaffry's stuff had something, some mystic captivating strain in it, and people liked it. You know how much they liked it—and him." "Well, then, shall I give this Si- mon Killigrew his chance? It means a lot to him, I know." I • could punish him, thought Gil- lian. I could' pay him back a thou- sand fold for all the cruel, hurting things he said to me yesterday. She laughed softly, queerly. Jonathan Hillyer looked at her, brows lifted. "Give him his chance, Jon. by all means. Financially, I 'should think it a pretty sound investment. The book .will sell It will have had a lot of 1Class-A, • advance publicity— you know how the papers were full of Jaffry's unhappy and prethature end. Perhaps" — her voice was strained, high-pitched — "they'd like me to give a statement or two, or even write a foreword. You know, Jon, 'I was the woman in his life, the woman for love of whom he wrote these deathless things, the woman for whom he died' "—• - Suddenly her hands covered her face. Jon stopped the car quickly and put his arms about her and held her trembling body close to hirn, soothing her, talking to her as one would talk to a child. "Don't, Gil- lian, don't! I'm a stupid idiot! I'll have nothing to do with the book or with Killigrew. Gillian: look at me!. You're carrying too much iu your heart," the said earnestly. "Too Much of a burden. You'll "break, I tell you." Her mouth was.. stubborn, and her chin. "I'll never break. Don't wor- "Drive on forever, Jon," she mur mured drowsily. "On and on . ."" want, while I—well, if I don't know now"—He • ,laughed a ,bit harshly -- "the chances are I never will know." He wondered what -had happened between her and Jaffry Clay. Prob- ably it was just one of those boy - and -girl things that blaze up for an hour then die as suddenly as ,they come. Still, it must have been more than that if, as people said, Clay had turned to and made a wreck of, him- self after she ceased to love trim, "That reminds We" — his own thinking reminded him. He hesitat- ed. Gillian opened her :eyes, °looked at him sleepily and said, "Yes?" "Does it hurt you to talk about Jaffry Clay, Gil?" "I think I'm past being hurt, Jon," she said, "but why do you wish to talk of—of him? You were about the only one—you„ and Anse -who didn't question me at the time, who didn't look at me as if I had done sonie- thing terrible, as if I were come in- human monster. I can't talk about it. Jon. 1 couldn't then,n I can't now, I can't ever."' "Child, I don't want you to talk about iter him. I mentioned his name only in a business connection. What passed between you and him, what sad story may be there, is none of My, etaleern, even tholigh I ry about me. There! I'm all right now. And, Jon, I'd like you to back the book, to give this Killigrew the chance to publish it. I want you to, Jon. Promise me you'll do it!" He took his hands from her shoul- ders. But I don't like it. There's something dark, something wrong about all this. I'd like to know what it is." They drove on. "13y the way," said Jon, "I told Killigrew to drop in to see nue this week;end. at the lodge. He's vacationing in this part of the 'province somewhere — gipsy- ing around in his car." "I know. I saw him yesterday at .Rydal. He was swimming in our river. I didn't know who he was at first. Quite a youth! He had hung his clothes on Anse's NO-Trespass- ing o 'Trespass- ing sign." "He would, from" what I've seen of him. Well. I'1l give him the backing he asks for, but there's to be no mention of •you, Gillian." She laid her hand on the back of his bliat gripped the wheel. "You're so gentle with me, Jon. I'm not us- ed to It, but I like it. I'm not really the shrinking little violet I seemed to be back there where you parked I rehlIy cam take it if I have to. It's just that 1 get tired sometimes and life seems a little too 'much for me." "Because you're facing it alone, Gillian. You're taking too much on those brave slim shoulders of yours. That must end. I'm taking your bur- dens. I want to look after you, pro- tect you and keep from you anything and everything that might bring the slightest shadow on that lovely face. I want to build a wall around you— a wall made of love and devotion. And let anything try to scale that wall!" "It sounds heavenly, Jon-" She looked at him. Square, stubborn chin, strong mouth, blunt nose. A fighter's face. Strength in his wide shoulders, in the great hands that, held the wheel. Life with him would be good—a sheltered, easy. colorful life. He hada great house in West- tnouht, the, grand place at Lac St. - Cloud, where they were going. She closed her heart to the voice of Anselm saying,, "Do you love 'him?" Love was a cheat and a delu- sion. She would have no more of love that made one move in a world of dream, a realm that had no reality beyond the lover and the loved. Jon• Hillyer loved her. Jon didn't care what anyone thought of • her, and Jon was a man. Perhaps, she mused cynically, he will refuse to take any help from RM. when he finds out that I am to be Jon's wife. But I wonder! What would he think if he knew Jon had asked me whe- ther or not he should put his money into this venture? Oh, I suppose -he'd say it was only a gesture on my part—my telling Jon to back the publication of Jaffry Clay's work. Orily a gesture of perhaps something of atonement. Trying to throw a sop to my soul for which 1 did—what I did- It was dusk when Jon and Gillian drove through the village of St. - Cloud, high in the Laurentian Hills. The lodge was on the . shore ' of a lake, a mile beyond the little town that clustered around the high white steeple of the church. In a field on the outskirts of St. -Cloud, men were at work building .booths and erecting tents. "They're having a fair on Mon- day. They hold -one every year." Jon told her. "Petty'rgood horse show, too; and e.x.dellent live stock exhibits. 'We'll ta16it in. I love fairs, don't you, Gillian?" "Pink lemohade and popcorn, sticky fingers and dust in your ears — I should say so. I'd love it,' Jon." They drove through the pine woods to the lodge. , Lights shone from-• its windows and the mugic of a radio tinkled out to themas they stopped in front of the long piazza. The smell of wood smoke, punger;t, as incense, drifted down from `ti'e'd 'Cr• chimneys, a manservant hurried down the steps to greet them and there were hails from a half-dozen people sitting on the porch. Gillian knew them all. Everyone knew she had only to say the word and she would be Jon's wife. She looked in vain for Simon Killi- grew. She felt relieved that he had not yet come. She spoke . briefly to the other guests and went uP to her room. The fawn -colored tweed suit she had worn was dfh rded for a dress of pale green, that revealed the slen- der beauty of her long -limbed body, that was a foil for the golden halo of her hair and the deep blue of her eyes. Jon was at her door when she opened it, his hand poised td knock. He stepped back, studied her with a smile adoring and possessive. He shook his head slowly and there was reverent look in his eyes, a hum- ble look, "So much of beauty." he said. "I think each time I see you, she can never look any lovelier." (Continued Next Week) COAST-TO-COAST - SALVAGE CAMPAIGN Recent developments in Canada's coast-to-coast salvage campaign cen- tre around spring cleaning, both pri- vate and national. Reports received here are 'that hundreds of thousands of Canadian housewives are taking advantage of the salvage drive to clean out garrets, basements, back sheds, store -away places as they have never been cleaned out before—and to donate the discarded articles to their ,local salvage committees. The national spring cleaning is of 'an equally interesting nature. Over twenty years ago trophies of the first World War—German howitzers, field pieces, machine guns, mortars, and the like—were loaned to municipal and military organizations for display purposes. The trophies remained the property of the Dominion Government. The proposal now is to clean out the unsightly decorations and return them to their former owners—in the form of bombs and other implements of war. These two kinds of spring cleaning are giving Canada's great drive to pdevent waste added impetus. In every big city and small town, and on every farm, housewives are, making real contributions to the col- lection of vital materials for war in- dustries. They are making brooms, vacuums, dusters fly in domicile's from Halifax to Victoria, and out of the stir is coming a huge stream of articles Which are going to help win the war. The first of these are metals. In the 'back of the kitchen :e1pboard, in the nook under the stairs, in the attic, they come to bight as the cleaning progresses, and out they go to worry Mr. Hiller. ..Old iron frying pans, broken crop- per chafing dishes, outra:08cl electric irons. those horrid bton$e statuettes, brass• flrk irons, whi+ahh ha't been col, reeding trust for ya ora b i theji' aro 0 s4? :1i lh 40 e i rat. Dal Porsi rasp • Aliotgv',! 10 ,tine kt; n 0. ilo:..:3e, ark utiey►el *low are 7 ern" eaPreil • spriTi4 0l!? rn 1008; �?1d of nix; bi'o$en .down:.ia,gyn *ewers, abandow ed gartleit tools.—they Atro aowins irr a continuous strea><n. IQ the loC.a1 ss., V,age camnaittees and. ,tklence to the, smelters. for tanks: and situps• aAdi MB nisi' amrminition. The :seas' d kind of articles .turned into the salvage collection by spring eleaping is rags. Canada iimported something like $3;800,000 worth of raga last year for the manufacture of machinery wipers. -and rugs and simir lar products. This figure is going to be sharply reduced by the. efforts. of Canadian housewives; their spring cleaning in this direction. means net only raw material for Canadian: indus- tries, it means that the money for- merly spent on rags 'may be spent on other important equipment for our gallant troops. The response of Canadian women in . this direction is very encouraging to the officials of the National Sal- vageCampaign. An essential war job is eing done and done well. • The action of.. the Dominion Gov- ernment in making available for war purposes the old German war tro- phies is also encouraging, The guns are going to be melted down and con- verted into bomb splinters and shap- nel. Those are the only things Hit- ler and his gang understand. Part of the work will be undertak- an by the Salvage Division of the De- partment of Finance, part will be on dertaken by the National Salvage Campaige, working through the local salvage committee. In' the latter case, guns that are in isolated places, too far to 'get to smelters • individually, •will be donated to the nearest local committee. Their disposal will depend upon, the local situation. If the.cost of dismantling and ship- ping a trophy is greater than the present selling value, it' will be held until the situation in that respect al- ters. But if the metal in the trophy is of high enough grade, efforts will be made to raise funds from patriotic citizens or clubs for shipping it. That would most economically convert it to the war effort. And thus the Germans will get their precious belongings back, in a way least expected. 'A ' bomb on Krupp, loaded with steel made there tel tsalay 4r . t all iltiiis;k 1i a generation ago, 'Will be o40: of the more auccessfl ironies 02 this WA'rr Canada's great drive tn. 3 revert, waste and to rosette waste rniateriatso. and to turn both of 'chem :back inter war industries, goes forward apaoQ, It is the opiortltniity cif every' Cana- die on the home front to .strike a blow 'against Hitler, and by the look of it, after only two weeks of activity, every Canadian is taking that oppor- tunity! What is death in compk7•ison with dishonor? That life is commendable that sus- tains industry. If we forget we Iose the value of our experience. God cannot be treated as an occa- r>'.onal expedient. Society is based not on science but on conscience. We have our duties; the event must ever Ile in God's hands. Kindness which is not inexhaus- tible does not deserve the name. Reformers verywhere have a no- toriously hardfeoto 'endure. Family affection is a fire which warms all ,who. come' near it. It is often a right instinct to keep silent. Do not carry tomorrow's load with that of today: We need all our energies for pres- ent duties. Quality not quantity chiefly counts in work. .Blyth •, , . r a 4 **IPePl ro T. Brucefteld K1PPerk ra,•s �, ,,. 4011841 . � r «`�;. C.N. t. TIFF TABTf EAST 8:31 6,43:`.. 6.59' Goderich Hojmesvdlle .... Clinton ...., Seaforth St. 'Ooluanban 7.05 Dublin 7,12 32� Mitchell-.... - 7.24 3,!11 - WEST Mitchell 11.06 948 Dublin 11.14. 9,36 Seaforth 11.30 9.47 Clinton 11:45 10.00 Goderich 12.05 10.25 C.P.R. TIME 'TABLE EAST . ' P.M. Goderich 4,20 Menset 4.24 McGaw .. 4.32 Auburn 4.42 Blyth 4.52 Walton 5.05 McNaught, 5.15 Toronto 9.00 WEST A.M. 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Here is the only guarantee against careless workmanship, or the use of shoddy materials. • This . is one important • reason why it pays to read advertisements and to buy advertised goods. The product that is advertised is worthy of your confidence. • MERCHANDISE MUST BE GOOD OR IT COULD NOT BE CONSISTENTLY ADVERTISED BUY ADVERTISED GOODS The Huron Expositor Established 1860Phone 41 McLEAN BROS., Publishers, SEAFORTH �itiar•�?f is