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SEAFORTH, Friday, May 16, 1941
sus warm weather at this ti e of
year in this part of our Province,
' Proof of. this is the weather we had
last week—and the frost. -
We had the warmest April in 9ver
half a century, but that is no guar-
antee that we are going to have June
weather in May. Far from it. We
will likely have more cold weather
and more frost. And what advant-
age is it to have a tremendous early
growth, if the frost gets to it?
Be patient. The seed is in the
ground and it never went into a bet-
ter -seed bed. Nothing will harm it
there for a week or two, or more. By,
that time warm weather will likely
be with us and more likely to stay.
And with it will come the rains and
the growth. There is plenty of time
yet for both.
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The Wrong Presumption
Speaking of the forthcoming cen-
sus, the Globe and Mail said in a re-
cent editorial: "On June 2nd seven-
teen thousand census enumerators,
presumably all good Liberals, will
sally forth with armfuls of nine dif-
ferent kinds of forms for the 'decen-
nial stocktaking of the Canadian
people."
•As far as this riding is concerned,
the Globe and Mail's presumption as
to "all good Liberals" is very wide of
the truth. In this riding of Huron.
and Perth, and, we understand, in a
good many other ridings, the census
enumerator appointments are made
on a fifty-fifty basis—half Liberal
and half Conservative.
But even if it were otherwise, the
Globe and Mail's insinuation is a lit-
tle out of place considering the fact
that this is only the second time since
Confederation that a census has been
taken under a Liberal Government,
and that paper is fully- aware i3f how
the census appointments were made
on those other occasions.
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We Haven't Time
How Foolish Of Them
In a terrific raid over London on
Saturday night last, the Huns open-
ed Westminster Abbey, England's
historic shrine, to the sky; pierced
the roof of Westminster Hall, consid-
ered the most magnificent roof in the
world, and smashed the Hbuse of
Commons Chamber so severely that
it will have to- be rebuilt before it
can be used again.
No doubt there will be great re-
joicing in Berlin over these desecra-
tions; no doubt in the minds of Hit- ,
ler and company and the German
people they will have a picture of the
English people and the people of the
British Empire crawling in fear and
trembling over these latest expres-
sions of German might and ruthless-
ness.
How foolish of them. The German
mind can not conceive of the action
these atrocities have had on the
minds of the people of Great Britain,
of the Dominions and even the peo-
ple of the States and the other few
free countries. -
Instead of fear, they have only
aroused a greater determination, if
that were possible, to see this war
through to the bitter end, no matter
what the price, no matter what the
sacrifice.
And when that day cOmes, what a
reckoning there will be. That is some-
thing the German mind can not con-
ceive either. But it will.
•
WhereWill The Monep Come
From?
During the course of the next few
weeks the people of Canada are go-
ing to be asked to subscribe to a
Di minion War Loan.
Where, we are being asked on ev-
ery side, is the money going to come
from? We have been told over and
over again by people that the last
loan, War Savings Certificates, the
Red Cross and other war effort's have
almost completely exhausted the peo-
ple's savings as well as their ready
money.
Well, here is one answer to the
question: There is, on deposit in the
chartered banks Of Canada, well ov-
er one billion dollars in savings ac-,
counts, held by the people of this
Dominion.
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The Right Thing To Do
Ontario has no women members' in
its Legislature, but this year two wo-
men will be paid the full sessional in-
demnity.
At the final sitting of the Legisla-
turesame weeks ago, it was ordered
that the sessional indemnity of Mr.
Campbell, Sault Ste. Marie, and Mr.
Cross, Windsor-Walkerville, be paid
to the wives of these two members.
As both these members enlisted at
the outbreak of the war and are now
serving overseas with the Canadian:
forces, that..was not only a generous
gesture in their honor, but the right
thing to do, and one that does honor
to the Government.
•
Plentg Of Time
4 !Spring was weeks early this year
and as a consequence much ploughing
that could not be done last fall on
account of the wet, has been com-
pleted.
In addition, seeding has been fin-
ished, and seed seldom went into the
soil under better conditions.
But there is just one fly in the
,oiti*ent. There has been no rain
and very little growth, and farmers
,beginning to complain.
oUldi however, remember
e are this spring. If
• had followed the seeding
would have been treiti/n-
ni
One, does not have to be so very
old to remember when conversation
was somewhat of a leisurely game,
and very courteous withal.
Something like the conversational
command of a bygone day traveller
who drove into a New Glasgow liv-
ery stable and recorded by the
Eastern Chronicle of Pictou; Nova
Scotia.
Instead of asking the livery stable
boy t� unhitch and give the horse
some oats, the traveller expressed
himself in these words:
"Extract the ehluine quadruped
from the vehicle and establish thou
him. Provide him with a sufficiency
of nutritious condiment and the cus-
tomary attention. Ere the heavenly
aurora sinks within the western hor-
izon I shall again repair to your ben-
evolent institution, dedicated to the
welfare of the dumb and :patient
servant of man, and bestow upon
you a suitable reward for the whole-
some provender and generous hospi-
tality, and depart thither to whence
I came."
Not so very long ago you 'used to
hear men talk very much like that,
but we couldn't do it to -day. With us
conversation is rather brief, if not
always to the point. And conunands'
are even briefer.
For one thing, we haven't got the
horses or the livery stables. But we
haven't time anyway. We are al-
ways in a hurry to get somewhere,
and in a bigger hurry to get nowhere.
We drive our present day steeds
into a garage and say: "Fill 'er up
and grease 'er. Pay you when. I get
back." And very, very often there is
the mental reservation, "If I can't
get away without it."
No, we haven't the time. Very of-
ten, not even to pay for things.
•
Can You Beat That?
May 10th is, or used to be, "Inde-
pendence Day," and a great day of
national rejoicing in the Kingdom of
Rumania.
And to mark this auspicious occa-
sion this year, Hitler sent telegrams
to King Michael and the Rumanian
Premier.
Can you beat that? Runiania, ov-
er -run, „down -trodden, robbed and
pillaged"' by the Ilun, to be reininded
of their Independence Day by Hitler.
We woriderwhat the King altd the
render really thought of those Coni.tulatoty telegratost
1...latateliOnClOma Picked From.
Thi of Fifty and
TWenttonie Years Ago.
From The Huron Expositor
May 19, 1916
The following am the results of the
sight-singbag examinations in the pub-
lic school children's elapses, the
'lames being in '.order of merit: Sen-
ior classes (henors)—Gibehrist Liv-
ingstone, Janet Grieve, Kathleen Ran-
kin, Frances' Mich, Annie Brodie,
Jennie Reeves, ,Lettie Storey; pass—
term work only: Violet Rankin and
Georgina Reeves, Thelma Johnston
and Annie' Strong (equal). Juniors,
from Miss Hartry's room (honors),
Janet Cluff and Maybelle Rands (eq-
ual), Margaret Case, Margaret McIn-
tosh, Violet helper; pass, term work
only, Daisy Hattaltoa, Vera litejley,
Dorothy Kerslake (equel). Mise Beth-
une's room (honors)—Anna Suther-
land, Mary Hays, Laura Mole, Nellie
Cook; pass, term work only, Mar-
garet Thompson, Eleanor 'Harries.
Walter Haines, formerly of the Do-
minion Bank staff here, has enlisted
with the 161st Huron Battalion.
Mr. Robert Dundee, of Leadbury,
has been notified by the Department
of Fiducation that he will receive his
first-class certificate as a teacher
without further examination, when he
works three months for some farmer.
He has engaged with Mr. Calvin, Hil-
len for the summer.
. Mr. John Arnold, of Manley, the
genial auctioneer, and his parents, in-
tend removing to Dublin, where he
ha -s purchased the O'Leary property.
Mrs. James Cowan is, in Toronto'
this week attending the graduation
exercises in connection with the Uni-
versity there in which her daughter,
Miss Mary takes part, 'having obtain-
ed her Bier degree. Mr. Frank Doh-
erty has also obtained this degree.
Mrs. Howard, Armstrong, of Con-
stance, who has been the very effici-
ent organist of that church for the
pest nine years, resigned her position
and Mr. George Clarke has been 111:11-
animously chosen as her successor.
A very pleasant social evening, was
spent at the home of Mr. and Mrs.
D. Brintnell when their many friend's
gathered to pay a tribute of respect
to their son, Clifford, who has enlist-
ed with the Huron Battalion. He was
presented with a wrist watch and
purse, which were presented by S.
Shepherd and G. Habkirk.
Mr. F. W. Hess has purchased the
evaporator property east of Hart-
leib's block in Zurich from 'Mr. Wer-
ner and will tear down the building.
A fine recruiting meeting was held
in the Workman's Hall, , Walton,
on Monday evening when W. Proud -
foot, M.P.P., and Col. Clark, a return-
ed soldier gave fine addresses. Wal-
ton is doing well for the Empire.
Mr. Isaac Jarnott, of Kippen, re-
ceived a lightning shock on Monday
last when he was feeding the stock in
Mr. George Taylor's bare. A pig,
which was within 10 feet of him, was
killed.
Phii,Osifer o •
Lazy Meaclows4-:
"GARbENING" •
A man cau.talk In figures such as
"fifteen acres in wheat . . . tweruty
acres in, oats" . . and so on, but
just mention planting a row of beets
and see, what happens!
How I love the seed catalogues!
They come in the mail at that in-be-
tween time when you are sort of tir-
ed of looking at the mail order cata-
aogUes and the implement folders
haven't started coming. A profusion
of colors bloom in the catalogues, and
usually there's a coetest, to name
something . . . or a puzzle of some
kindlto solve . . . that passes away
the time.
Then come the bright Spring days.
Mrs. Phil begins to start mentioning
the fact that the garden gate is, brok-
en . . . and -the gardeu fence needs
fixing. By dint of shaming men in-
to it, when she ilonsan old smock
and a pair of gloves and attempts
to fix the fence and gate, the repairs
are finally made.
About the time that seeding begins
Mrs. Phil is positively angry over the
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From The Huron Expositor
May 15, 1891
Mr. John McGregor, of Stanley, left
Clinton last Saturday for Huron, Da-
kota, to see his brother, who is in a
critical Condition from ihemorrhage
of the lungs.
While Mr. Bartel Howald, Zurich,
was engaged in, moving the old Luth-
eran parsonage for Mr., Christopher
Hess, who bought it, he met with a
very severe akcident :A Welt . of
timber gave way striking Min an the
side, inflicting such injuries -as to lay
him up. "
My. George Ewing, of Seaforth,
who has been in the butcher bueiness
for over 30 years, is intending to re-
tire.
Dr. McFaul, of Seaforth, has leased
the .pleasant and commodious rooms
in Cady's block end will occupy them
as an office and surgery.
Harry Punchard, who has .been in
the Bank of Commerce in town for a
_couple of years, has been promoted
and changed to Blenhenn in the Coun-
ty of Kent.
Mr. Robert H. Ferguson, of Walton,
has wed a pteer, 19 Months old, to
Mr. W. Winter, for the handsome sum
of $30.
A petition to have a stage put on
between Bayfield and Seaforth es be-
ing largely Signed:.
While Mr, Wm. Scott, worthy mer-
chant of Bruceneld, was out driving
in the country a few days ago be left
his horse tied at the farm -gate while
he went into the house. The horse
pulled' the bridle off and ran airay.
He finally got fastened between the
fence and telegraph pole making a
total wreck of the vehicle.
Mr. J. G. Chesney, of Tuckersmith,
recently sold to Mr. John McMann,
of Seaforth, a pair of gelding 4 years
old for $350. They weighed over 1,500
pounds each.
Mr. and Mrs. David Mack, who were
among the oldest and most highly re-
spected resident e of the Township of
Hay, left this week for Carberry, Man-
itoba. They have lived continuously
in Hay for 40' years.
'Mee Robert Fisher, of Brucefield,
'who has been, engaged with Mr. John
Kaiser, blacksmith, hail gone to Kip -
pen.
One night recently While a young
man named Pearce, who works for
Mr. St. John, of Htflitett, wee on his
*ay home on horsebaek, he was atop -
ped by a parson named Dobson, who,
he claims, pulled hem from his horse
and assaulted him. The 'Mtge was set-
tled in court.
The post %Vice at Auburn was bur-
glarized 'Wednesday evening of . last
week. The loss was found to be $130
Which the thieves abstracted from
'three registered letters. They pried
open the Store door by tieing chisels
Which they Stele from a, carnage Weep
near at hand,
The bricklayers 'have detneeetteed
work on the'nevr Altierleatt Hetel thb
Britetiele aneektieet te hare' &MAP
ed by Slirate tr. Thee hatie Wee &Mt-
enenced en, t e Nettie liVelt stale
end the releitikie ere tereer Oh .1. 0,
Skdetie' ti fitra, iPtiaelnitre btholt0.
fact that the garden hasn't been work-
ed up. 'Phe ultimatum ip banded out
Over the breakfast table, "Unless you
work that garden up today, I'm not
going to do any preserving this year."
Needless to say, the garden is work-
ed. up.
You know what a garden looks like
when it has been worked up. There's
still the process of drilling it up into
rows. Mrs. Phil generally has an-
other battle on her hands to get the
garden drilled in rows.
Semehow men) folks never seem to
mind planting early potatoes. One
Part of the garden is set aside for
this purpose and the cut potatoes
dropped into the holes. Perhaps it's
because we're looking ahead to that
first day when "new potatoes" are
Why does a man hate to plant a
garden? Give him a package of beet
seeds and tell him to start planting
and see what happens. He starts off
bravely, dropping the seeds as they
should be. The sun warms up and
the perspiration starts dropping . .
and the chances are the majority of
the akag ohas heap in a TOW.
There whet puzzles Mrs. Phil. op
cap, /levee imagine ihow' it is that the
beetsseem to MOW quote regularly to
a pertain point, 40 then there mill
be a whole plaptation othen%
One of the .plost exasperating Jobe
ef. all lie regard to the garden in. my
opinion is that of planting Dutch set -
onions. You are by a very large
bag of these very small whorls and'
expected to plant them.
Mrs. Phil supervises the job at first
Every four or five inches an onion is
to be gently pressed down in the
ground and then' just barely covered
with soil. Down the row you go . . .
planing . . . planting . . . plant-
ing, you begin to' wonder how many
onions you have already planted, and
how many bushels of onions you'll
have in time. Onions . . . onions
. . . onions! You begin to tumble -
them in upside down and sideways—
ane whatever way is the easiest. You
begin to pray earnestly that a fertil-
izer agent or a cream separator man
will drive in. But they never come
when they're wanted. Soon you're
planting two and three and four on-
ions in the one place . - . and fin-
ally end up by burying about half the
bag in a hole at the end of the row.
Mrs. Phil can't imagine why the on-
ions didn't plant more ground.
I'm firmly convinced that women
wouldbe further ahead to plant the
garden themselves!
hese h rc e oyes
by .Los Arthur ruhningham
CHAPTER IV
SYNOPSIS •
Lovely, red - headed Gillian
Meade lives with her uncle, Col-
onel Anselm Meade, at Rydal
House, in Eastern Canada. Re-
alizing that the family fortunes
ere disappearing, Gillian makes
up her mind to accept wealthy
Jonathan Hillyer and save the old
house, as well as provide for her'
seventeen -year-old 'sister, Debor-
ah. She meets Simon Killigrew,
best friend of Jaffry Clay, to
whom Gillian was, once engaged.
Simon blames her for Jaffry's
death. Driving with Jou to a
week -end party at his house, Jon,
tells Gillian that .Simon is looking
for financing to publish Jaffry's
poetry, and asks her advice. She
urges him to advance the money.
'Gillian colored. "Yciu spoil me,
Jon."
"If so, my darling, Lshall continue
the process as long as I live, since it
makes you blush so prettily."
- "I didn't know I could blush—any
more. You're making me find 1,1ot
of ehe things I thought I'd lost for
good."
"I want to make you love me, Gil
lin." His lips touched her hair,
spoke softly into her ear.
"Not nom, Jon. Please not new.
To night — you will tell me tonight.
We had better go down now."
"But there is a chance for me?"
"Yes—oh, yes—theee is a chance."
She saw him w.hen' sbe and Jon
Hillyer were halfway down the
stairs. He was standing by' the
great sane fireplace and he. --was
gazing if the. flames that leaped
r.nd -Seethed, chaseng each other up
the blackened chimney With a rush
and roar. She saw hiM. in profile,
Oean-dut, rugged, 'highbrowed, with
a dreamer's look about him, an in-
tonee look as if his thoughts were
swift and vital. And as she watched
him he turned from gazing at the
flames and looked directly up at her.
Their eyes' met with a sudden., deva-
stating impact. She felt something
like panic. ell face him, she thought
angrily. I'll not give ground to him,
not an inch.
She tore her eyes from his. She
said steleething- to Joe Then—she
was among the guests, going from
group to group with Jon. Four more
couples' hae arrivece There were
some she did not know. The intro-
Cuctions took time. When, at last,
it carne Simon -Killigrew's turn, she
could give him, look for look. She
was all right nOw.
"You've met 'Gillian Meade." Jon
made a statement of it "You were
trespassing on her preserves, she
tells me."
"Believe me, I didn't know." He
looked at Jon, not at her.
"Well,no metter, Killigrew. She
has forgiven you. I asked her about
your propesition—left . it up to her,
in fact. And I'm in the publishing
businees. You come tie see me next
Wednesday in Montreal and we can
work out the details."
Slowly, Simon looked from Jon to
her. She saw the eolor ebb from be-
neath his tan, saw his lips move. He
said, "Thank you, Mr. HillYer. I—
I'd like to see Jeff's work published—
under any terms. Miss Meade has
been more than kind."
She did not again look at Simon
Killigreee and presently she and Jon
walked awaY. There were cocktails
then and there was dancing and then
dinner. Simon, had pointedly avoid-
ed her. At dinner he sat far down
the table oni the. same side and she
could not see those angry eyes 'of
his. a She laughed and talked With a
forced gayety. Try is she wOuld she
Could not forgot his presence. --e
. Jane Craddock, who sat next 10
Simon, and eanle of the ethers, were
talking about books. Simon bpoke of
those he had pilblfshed and thope he
hoped to publish. Someone, unthinle
ing, Spoke of poetry and Jane CPA-
doek Said-, "People don't read poetry
these daye."
The others listened then. • "It de-
pends," teed Simon. "If the poetry
is good and yet den strike a Mc/dent
note, tb.-e publie Will :like It. we had
snail a poet An Jeffry .Cree, .1mit it
seems that the goiededie youdg."
There was Amide the*, •Orthes Aimee
bent to the table or Oast sty loots at
Gillian. She gave no ' sign that she
had heard. Someone bridged the gap
by beginning totalk about dogs, and
things again dewed smoothly. Still,
for Gillian, the -dinner seemed to drag
along interminably.
There was hopelessness in her
heart, hopelessness at the thought of
ever winning Simon Killigrew's re-
gard. He was cruel, as only the
young and strong can be cruel.
There would he no. forgiving, no re-
lenting.
"Why so quiet, Gillian?" Jon's
hand touched hers. They were at
the coffee now. She would be glad
when this meal was ended. She
wanted to wander but under the
stars alone. She wanted to be with
herself in all the world, save An -se,
the only one who could look on her
without too much condemnation.
"I was dreaming. I'm sorry, Jon."
"I hope they were pleasant dreams
—of what will be."
She did not anewer. Presently
they left the table. She saw Simon
Killigrew go off with Ton and' some
of the other men to the stables., •
Gillian wandered off alone, down a
winding path among the pines and
tall white spruce by .the lake shore.
The path led 'down to a little jetty
where Jon kept a speedboat and
some canoes. She walked out to the
end of it and sat down on a bollard.
Tonight, she tlrought, will be a night
of destiny, tonight will shape my
life. After tonight I'll be where Si-
mon and all the other Simons cannot
reach me. '
She -heard a step on the dry planks
of the. jetty She turned her head,
and saw a tall figure walking slowly'
towards her. He hesitated when he
was close enough. to see her sitting
there, then came and stood on the
cap of the wharf beside her.
"I was. looking fdr you," he said.
"I stippose 'it is in order to thank
you for putting "in e good word with
Jonathan Hillyer. So I thank you."
"You don't really thank' me." Af-
ter. a brief look at him, ,at his dark
face' in the moonlight,- she gazed off
over the water at the deep mystery
of the forest. . .
'My instinct was to refuse. 1
hated tie think that you •should have
anything to 'do with—with even the
poor things Jaffry left. How can you
bear even the mention, of his name,
without thinking that you might have
strerched out -a- hand' to help him,
and did not? How can you—?"
"I can't—that's the answer!" She
stood up, facing him,her head
thrown hack, her arms straight at
her sides. "I can't hear his name
without suffering a private hell of
My own. So 1 won't hear it, not from
you, not from. anyone. He's dead
now. Sometimes I think he's better
off than I am. At least, he has
some rest, some peace. I know you
hate me for what you think I did to
him. WhO -are you to condemn Me?
I want you to know it doesn't mat-
ter to me."
"It wouldn't. I didn't expect it to.
You are the glamorous Gillian Meade.
Men break their necks—and their
hearts—running after you. The great
Jonathan Hillyer loves you, gazes on
you with adoring eyes. You'll be his
darling. Perhaps when: you're In his
arms he will change to someone else
—perhaps to a boy who was fool en-
ough to think he loved you."
She could listen to no more. She
brushed past him, ran blindly, stum-
blingly, up the jetty and through the
silver and shadow of the woods. She
heard' Jon* 'voice .Oalling, f'Glilian!
Where are you, Gillian?"
She did not answer. She would
not have Jon see her like this, pant-
ing, breathless, as if she had been
pursued by fiends. She cowered in,
the Shadowpla :ne_trurded-
\stayed there, quiet es the night,
Until ll'orier voice receded. .
She walked sloWly back to the lodge.
She wag all right nb•f. Almciet. she
Could laugh .at Simon's verbal flagel-
latiOts. •
"Hello, Jon," she called gayly
when she (law him coming d -own
frim the verandah. ,
''Aleci where were you'? I hunted
everywhere." .
"Oh, l' was- a little gitl lost la the
Wootla Old.. the ,tertiel, LWieltett Watt
fatind tto—or theyhei-it todtii .the Walt
1-,....ithkOW lie tried to ,goldileidle itt).
So 1 rad add rand he 1. liOtird
IYeti 1 *MOM Ott of breath the I
tot:M.01e ansWee
Jon laughed. He drew' her arm
through his. ' "Come on, Gillian, let's
get closer to that moon." •
"Let's go all the way to the
moon," she ameiThed. "And stay
there."
They strolled down towards the
lake by another path.
The moonlight was still lovely on
Lac St. -Cloud. A road of shimmer-
ing silver stretched across the water
and her • feet were on the very edge
of that .road's beginning,. Yet she
might never walk on it. The night
wind had come, sighing in the pines;
poplar leaves, rustled their . eternal
rustling—little, whispering, lonesome
voices. She shivered. Jon bent to her
solicitously: "I should have brOught
a wrap for you, .Gillian. Shall we go
back and get one?"
"Please, no. I'm not cold."
"But fancied you were shivering."
' She laughed. "Maybe because 1
was thinking of the poplar leaves:
how they always shake and shiver,
even when there is no breath of
wind."
"I don't believe it." eon was ever
practical. "But. it's a pretty fancy
all right. I often marvel at chaps
who can. think up such things: To-
me, it's only a tree shaking its
leaves in the wind. The only tittle r
feel the urge to utter beauty is when
I look at you, Gillian, and then I'm:
tongue-tied. Even as now—"
"You don't need to talk, Jon. Your
gentleness, your kindness — these.
things speak with more sincere
voices than the sayers of golden
things. Sometimes a girl grows tired
'of Words, you know. Oh, .they do.
things to you—ttiose lovely, singing
things that some men can say; they
touch something in you. But it's wit-
chery, it's an illusion, it can do you
harm."
"There's a bench over there, Gil-
lian," he said. "Let's. sit 1 do,.
truly, find it hard to talk, now that
the hour has come." They went over
to the wrought -iron bench and 'sat
down. He was silent for a while, as
if looking for words. with which to,
begin. She felt no stirring in her
heart, no nervousness, no treacher-
ous bewilderment; That was as it
should be.
"I love you, •Gillian," Jon said,
his voice husky. "I love you, my
dear. You are so lovely, Gillian.
I don't ask you if You love me. What
I ask- .4s ---thee right. -to —love—your to
watch over you, to , keep from, you
that dark shadow I've sometimes
seen upon your face. As if wings
were passing overhead, shutting off
the light from you. I never want to
see that again."
"You will always, see it."
He stared .at her, startled. "What
do you mean? Tell me, Gillian. Yon
must tell me!"
She shook her head. "i dare not
You are strong and .0
can se your
strength. You are kind and I can do
with kindness,. I'll go to you, Jon,
if you want me. And try to be
all that you want me to be."
,"I want you to be jest Gillian—
just as you are now." He took her
hand and carried. it to his lips He
kissed it and pressed' it against his
cheek.he For a moment sclung to
him, trembling... She felt no joy, no
triumph fie this moment.
"Make a new life, a new world
for me, Jon," she whispered. "Make
me another Gilliam You can do
that."
"But can, I, darling? I would so
gladly. I can make another mater-
ial world for. you. I could Wild you
a cite". And. yes—yes"—hie voice
was eager—"perhaps with my love I
can make you another Gilliam I
don't know what -bothers you, but I
think I can guess, at least in part."
I ran never get away from the
eurneury or it, 'MUM-. —thetegthee---ce
was wrong to think that I could. She
Said, "Yeyes, that is what I wait".
He held her closely, etroegly.
was afraid for her, and he seethed
her with a Mainland proMisee.
e. (Coetintied Next Week)
A robbery had been eommitted 111
the English village, and a deteetiVe
had been sent to investigate.
"Mee yen peen ene'. tnysterlous
strangers about here' littety?" asked
the 'detteatiee of the eld. villager..
"Yes, *OP retitled " the old Wan.
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