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DI2AN L.S'TOR,-:it, ttrac ve; ;Arden-
da!el girl .-1§•a (lytic d `aunt'
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MISS. MARTHA TON;. ';tries td
$ersuade 'het . td marry
J1?ROME C!&R.R, a local banker. Man
happens' to meet
BILL ROLLINS, a New York artist,
who alsohas been jilted by another
Ardendaie' girl.
CLhI•RE LESTER. The latter bps
discovered she loves
PAUL PETERS, a local hoy, who is
now an• engineer. -
.. * *
LAST WEEK: Eloping, Claire' and
Paul are forced to seek Shelter -in
Dian's old ' farmhouse, where they
find Dian and Bill together.
,CHAPTER NIN'E' • ,
"You didntt wait long, -my child;''
said Bill to Claire. "We couldn't help
overhearing your conversation just
now, and I gather you were, on your
way 'to be "married.". He looked at his
wristwatch. "Let's • see, it was around
nine -thirty when you told • me Paul
had come 'back, and now' it's only-"
"All this talk is pretty u13e1ess, it
seems to me," Paul said. "Claire and
I were on our way to be married. W e
were taking a short-eut to the' home
of the J. P., when. we got stuck in
the mud .and had to run for shelter."
He had a sudden thought. "Say,
you've got a car, 'haven't you, .R,ql-,
lins ?"
- "Naturally;" said Bill.
"How abiut•--letting Claire and me
have it?" Paul said brightly, '"We've
got an appointment with the J. P.
He'll wonder what's happened to us.
Stepping closer to Claire, he took one
of her hands, "We'll be back with 'it
the moment ewe'.re, married."
Claire pulled her hand free. "If
you think I'm .going out in this down-
pour again, you're crazy!" she said.
"But, darling, the J. P., will be wor-
ried!"
"Tben let him be worried," Claire
snapped: "I'm tired, and wet,' and
disgusted.".
"Goodness me!" said Diaa• "Ima-
gine being disgusted when you're on
the verge of: taking unto yourself a
husband."
"That," said Claire, anis not funny!"
•' "Sorry," said Dian, and .shrugged:
'Well; Rollins," 'sa'id Paul, "how"
about- borrowing- yeur car?" -v =..•
, , 13aaeO;c iew
Inokzering.
- "Mi d
this." she a , siiiilin , .,re
minds meug- rooni; con.
ed'y'."
"Cir," said Dian, "a fa-rce:"
"Dein!" said Pahl. He walked,to
tie window and looked. out, "Some
elopement!"
4 • brilliant dash of lightning, the
heavy . roll of thunder, and .the rain
dr reeled in• volume.
And .Dian said; "I think I can dig
up a can of beans as well as some
jam."
"Sven!" said Bill. . "All men like
beans. How about it, Peters?"
"What?" :Said Paul, 'who had been
lost: in • 'unpleasant musings. "Oh,
beans. Yes, I'd like some."•
"Men!" said Claire. "Always think-
ing
hinking about their stomachs."
"Why not?" seapped Paul. "Ive
got to think about -'something "
"And I debit dare think about my
heart," said Bill, "after what you've
done to 4t."
Claire (brightened. "Do you really
feel bad about what I did, Bill?" she
asked almost eagerly.
"Of course." .
"Now,e'esaid Dian, "do ybu feel bet-
ter?" Ste didn't wait for Claire to
'reply, but moved to the door leading
to the dining room "Come along,
Bill," she called, "and help me."
"Right with you," said Bill. "Shall
I bring one of the lamps?" -
"Yes-th'at one on the •mantel."
Bill got the lamp and 'followed Dian
out of the room.. When the ''two of
them were, gone, Claire sat for ' a
moment` gazing into space. Then She.
spoke.
"Paul, dear," she said.
"Yes," Said Paul.
think it's Fate."
"You think what's Fate?"
"Our being stuck in the mud -be-
ing forced to postpone our'marriage."
"Nonsense."'
"I think," Claire went on somewhat
dreamily, "I think it wasn't; intended
that I should dash off to marry you
sq soon after-er-jilting Bill Rol-
lins."
"Why bring that up again? •
"I mean maybe Fate intended that
I should Make more time to think it
over. After all, .one should not be
too hasty when taking Ruch a serious
step as getting married."
"We haven't been hasty," said Paul.
•
* !'Maybe fate intended that I should take more time to think it over:'
"I tell you I'm not going," Claire
said.
"But darling-" .' •
"Listen," Bill interrupted, "neither
of you Is going, My car's .got a brok-
en spring. It happened when I drop'-
ped• into a mud -Fuddle. We're mar-
ooned here --the four of us-"
"Oh!" skald Claire. "You mean-iri-
defin•itely."
"Definitely!" said Bill.
"Just like on 'a desert island," said
Claire, a slow smile forming about
her lips. s
"Yes," said Dian,' "and if this rain
keeps up, we will be in an island."
"You mean your car can't be driv-
en?" said Paul. '
"Exactly!" {
"Then how are we to get back to
town -or to •the J. P.'s?"
"That," said Dian, "is in the lap of
the gods."
"We'll have to sit tight," said Bill,
"and wait until the storm abates."
"Then what?" •-
"Then one of us can get to the main
road and Rhumb a ride." •
"Or, said Dian, "I might go along
Sad
throe?' another shoe." 1
"Net a bad idea,' • Bil'l laughed.
"Your aitn is 'ren arkablel"
Oliaire, . alaktretttle quitecontent
r
the farmhouse fo
no* to n•emai�n in
exlgth a . E 1�, M att1� doWh into
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"We've been planning to marry since.
I was in knickers and you in pi`g-•
hails." Ile .softened; he came over•
and sat down upon the arm of Claire's
chair. "Remember the first time 1
asked yeu -to marry rne? I was 16
and yoar•.were 14 -and I had it all
planned. ' A cottage out near the'
Country Club, where we could be
close to golf .and dancing?" He
chuckled. "You were a sweet kid, a
little on the plump side at that time,
but I loved you like all git-out. Fun-
ny, how much love a boy of 16 can
carry around with -him."
"Do stop reminis,4ing," said Gtaire.,
"I'm .more interested in the present.
As I said, I think it's Fate,- and--"
"Say, wbat brought .all this on?"
Paul asked.
"Our being thrown here together
this way," said Claire. "You, Bill
and me. I've the strangest sort of
feeling that Fate threw us together
so that I could make a -a -sort of
test. Well, not a test exactly; but I
feel that I was given this •opportuft-
i'ty, to sort of compare you and Bill's
"of all tilts fool ideas!" Paul eft-
Dioded,. -
"Now, don't lose, your temper,"
Claiire Vatted. "Don't forget it was
Slat tein 8r of pours tha1e
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know . ' that pa's well, his 1.49,"
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W.Oit� , lose my - te. i . i. Bute listen
Cal:aire, you don't; ha'Ye aline 40 make
tests. I' told' yen I wanted a week's
honeynnoon, before catching the boat.
out ofeNew York,"
"1 know that, but want to -.be ab-
solutely. - sure this :time. that I'm mar-
raing the right man."
"Good Lord, don't tell me you still
gamic Bill' Ratans may be the right
one."
"He might be -yes."
"Heaven help me!".
shfijl
i, dal'nsicaE tnstrumeel
ju t lidera. v2.4.4.0104: 'Ai -1 w4+
uoesilaihda�"to iaavp
instead..of 0'104 10 (razor), saaor
ne,s
I instead :of ,socks, trumpets inal:ead
tea, .and bagpipes :instead, et Itnt er,3'
J.
He 4110#4110#have;;;added ;kettle, fur tai -
stead of nettles and. pianos instead of
'pants'
' But .hts algtOratare -coxnPlaint
will
be felt:- bq'. U2414' : to.e to the'
Paint. Only his pert pair ' , of alter-
nates' ,wi!lI :hardly Blease the Soots.
Higlhlalnders in pailticular waall decline.
to share' his indignation. Farm from
•being.•ashamed; they will see no rea-.
son for regret in the priority ,given'
to the pipes.. We can dlo without but-
ter; 'they will say, but Without !bag-,
pipes we are lost. What is butter?
It is •hardly even a food, but only a
greasy, though , palatable substance
spread (the more sparingly in these
days the better) on food. What are,
hhe bagpipes? They are the soul of.
CHAPTER TEN
"Bill seems different in, this 'set-
ting," Claire sada, a dreamy, look in
her lovely -eyes, "So masculine -and
'so' much the master .of the situation.
Anyway, Paul, •I want more time to'
think -to study you both in this lone-
ly spot "
"What do you think we are -bugs
under glass?"
Claire laughted. "That's cute, Pauh
Really it is."
"Maybe you ought to get Rollins
and me on a desert isl'a'nd.".
• . aWhy, Paul?" •
"So we could show you how clever
we are. at building shacks, and 'start-
ing fires by rubbing two sticks to-
gether.''
"Oh, Paul, can -you really do that?
How clever!"
Paul groaned. "Well, I'll be darn-
ed!" he said.
"Paul, please;" said Claire.
"Then stop talking nonsense. The
way you •.talk' is enough 'to make a
men swear." •
"That's because you're utterly un-
reasonable," said Claire. ' .
, "Me -unreasonable," paid Paul. ,"Ye
gods and little fishes!"
"Besides," 'Claire went on, "I think
comparing you and Bill -testing you
-is a perfectly logical idea, and-"
"Maybe it is," said .Paul;, "from the
feminine point of view. Bet' -forget it,
Claire. We've get other things to
think about."
"Nothing as important."
"Getting married -that's more im-
portant." •-
"Not at the moment -no."
"Listen, Claire," said Paul firmly,
"we're going to be married the• mom-
ent we can get the J. Pe -'and that's
final. •
Claire' opened her mouth to say
something scathing, but didn't say et
Dian called to them from the dining
room.
"Come "en out here, you two, and
make yourselves useful," She said.
"Well," said Claire, springing to
her feet. "That's certainly a break
-getting away from your dictatorial
ideas."
"Oh, yes!" said Paul. "I suppose
you'll start testing Bill in, the kit-
chen." -
"Maybe. Anyway, it's a good place
to begin."
Claire hurried into the dining room,
Paul right behind her.
Out .there, Dian showed them where
the tablecloths and silver were kept.
"Youtwo can -set 'the table," she
said. "Bill and Iwill have the coffee
and -beans ready in a jiffy." She •turn-
ed to ]3,111, who was:: in the doorway
watching, an amused expression upon
his' face. "All right, Bill," she said,
"come on and, stir the beans before
they scorch."
"Okay," Said Hill.
"No, wait a' minute," Claire said.
"Let/ Paul stir that beans."l• She smil-
ed at ihim, "After all you've told me,
darling, about roughing it in the wilds
You, ought to be a marvel with a ,fry-
ing pan."
"But, Claire," Paul protested, "Dian
told us to' get the table ready. and-"'
"Bill can' help me with the •table,"
said Cia'ire. "You go. stir the beans.
I think you and. 'Dian ought to get a-
long marvelously , in a kitchen."
"Thanks," said Dian.
"Oh, all right,"'. said 'Paul.
He and Dian went out together;
Bill leaned against the Sideboard.
He .atudied Claire intently, it furrow
between his brows.
"Anything wrong with me, Bill?"
Claire asked.
"No," said Bill. "Oh, no. I was
just thinking about the way you func-
tion ---when a situation like title comes
up."
'°What do you mean?"•. Claire was
puzzled,
"Oh, let's just forget it," •said Bill.
"But I don't want to forget it. I
want to •know ' what you were really
thinking."
"I- was thinking haw lovely your
hair .look's in the softness of the lamp
Light," Bill lied.
Clalre smiled. "'Bill, h•oet 'sweet of
you."
Bill walked over to the table'.. "Shall
we get 'on with the bu'edneee at
hand?" he said. --
"Yes," said Claire, "let's."
"Nice and cosy, isn't it?' said Bill,
after several seconds' of rather awk
ward si'leiloe•
"Yes," said Claire, "it ie. Like
s'onte of the (times Wk had in ynur
stnddo. . , ."
Ae Claire a'nd Bill placed a cloth
nem' n this table
teed ai'ri
y..��erT sll r
a,u,8 ve
and china' foe foii>r Claire 'Mond hen•
calf render lheriiig' New Ycftt $tis �thn
giii 'title§ alts acid 814. 110. Wit
r
�tllei a 'o'
i �ektifei'
a nation.
It' is blasphemous to think that
butter can take their place. It might
do so in peace -time among the more
effeminate, ' but . not in war. They are
not a luxury; they are a weapon .of,
war. "And 'they're graund the pipes.
When 'I've been that tired on the
march I' could have lain doors and
deed, the touch of the pipes has fair
lifted nee up again." So said one of
the Camerons after Loos in the last
war at a .New Year jollification, when
on the platform abode the banquet-
ing board a piper"hailbeen playing,
and that hall in France was filled
with the wild strains of the pipes.
At Dargai, Piper Findlater of, the
Gardena was awarded the V.C. mere-
ly for playing, 'several
other,
other • pipers, couragement and in-
spiration at the head of the attack.
The Gordons'" would hardly have
thanked you for butter on that day.
-I•t was something a good deal more
stirring they craved. The martial
thrill of the . pibroch carried them
away.
The curious hing is that the bag-
pipes are not native to Scotland, or
even long-established in that land.
Their introduction into Scotland was
as late as the reign of Mary Queen
of Scots., The ancient Caledonian in-
strument of music was, the harp, as
in Wales and Ireland. At Bannock-
burn each soldier blew a little horn,
the noise of which was as, horrible
"as if all the devils had been let
loose."' The bagpipes came to Scot-
land probably from, France, and their,
place '..of origin 'in remote antiquity
seems to have been Italy. Nero, the
Roman. Emperor, we are told, had the
instrument on. his coinage, and he
had promised to give a popular exhi-
bition on the pipes, "when death prov-
identialey intervened."
65 floors above the sidewalks of Radio
City! How beautifully Bill had danc-
ed! What a marvellous looking cou-
ple they 'had made! Bill could wear
clothes like no other manshe had ev-
er known, always managing to look as
though he had just stepped straight
from. the 'pages of Esquire. In tails
and a white tie he looked. simply per-
fect --the . perfect answer to any wo-
man's prayers:" And she in a Nile
green chiffon' that brought • out the
red' of her hair and the green of her
eyes. The two • of them dancing as
one -saying little, ' just adorably sil-
ent, understanding, very close, con-
tent.: -
And people looking at them, making
complimentary remarks which she
couldn't hear but which she knew
were complimentary because at"'the
expressions upon -their faces. '
Then Bill speaking at last - his
voice law, husky with, emotion.
"Sp- you're really going to marry a
Yankee ?" '°
"Yes, the most. perfect Yankee ev-
"Thank you, ma'am. You -all shore
do say nice things, you -all does." "
"Silly!"
"Beautiful!"
"Idiot! Handsome, adorable idiot."
"Think little southern gal will like
living' on top of a' New York sky-
seraper.?"
"'She'd 'adore dt, Bill, if you're on
top of the New York skyscraper with
her."
"Just try to push him off!"
"Bil1-did I really, make a good mo-
del?"
"You shore did, 'honey chile. And
because you were so good, you're go-
ing :to, be proinoted from model to
model wife."
'Conversations Iike that -• low-voic-
ed, thrilling . . . 13111 Rollins in
tails . . . Claire Lester in Nile green
chiffon: .
And the first nights they had at-
tended, the exciting opening of •new
plays and revues. Supper afterward
in packed and- thrilling night clubs
along. Fifty-second street. How de-
lightful it had all been! Posing . .
Love cambia slowly but surely .
And a proposal.
,Little Claire Lester, of Ardend'ale
being proposed to by a successful and
charming artist; If I'm dreaming,
don't wake me up! It hard been com-
forting, too, that prop"tisal, after the
quarrel with ,Paul.; comforting , to
have Bill say things to her that quick-
ened her heartbeats; cor01drting to
feel hie arms ,about h+ar,. ills kisses'
swept away :aid• tier uatih'appy; tlue'mor•
ies'of the orches.•tvitli`,
t ` borer" Ytd,..
plsar'taeif oxmt'y
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ern kthoagh�r' the Fprc
not .:.altogether•. cleaby py .
•Burlap's • dad; ,4he " had .become the`
tional ScottStih instx! ?meat
Ther "melanchoiY :droner 7nay lketve ' ai!>✓.
had somethi tg to da wit>h it, , for . ^a, playe
dirgeor lament op. "the pipes is -as in �",
elope, o gale' intimate side Of „Scot-
flea
cot fish character' as their martial strain it,.. v.e the Seot
is to another, • and their gay, fiance.", time:: '•
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CONTAINS VITAMIN 61
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A WELCOME FELLOW
Here is one lad • who is always popular on board the ships. of-
Canada's fightingnavy; e's the cook and on the, high seas hard work-
, ing 'sailors always have hearty .appetites. Cook Fred Goetytche, of
Cape Breton, lets the navy photographer' get an interesting sniff of a
real stew. . .
eSNAPSNOT GUILD
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OUTDQOR IPORTRAITsURE
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For a natural, charming and please
outdoor
SUMMER Is the best of all sea-
, sons for informal outdoor por.,
traiture-and since pictures of peo-
• ple are among the most satisfying
summer snapshots, it- would seem
foolish not to.take advantage of our
opportunities at this time.
Every good outdoor portrait
should have two obvious character-
istics. First, like our illustration:, it
should be a natural picture and a
good likeii'ess of the subject. Sec-
ondly, it should be good technically.
Work toward those two objectives
and yoga won't go far wrong at any
time.
Do prodeee-a natural pietitre you
Should show goer subject jest as
others know him. It can't be an ob
viously posed picture in which the
subject appears
stiff an
d' =Mom.
Portable.tire Should seetnrelaxed
and to parenti utratare othe
tetra
era although he at'' be looking;
directly at it; •
Tireto
i'e" out *tint �a .:,.
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ehetr.i�,.... 9
.'yy,qrp�
t k4;•ry;
at picture -try making an informal
portrait.
him to sit, stand or work, and.
roughly what you want him to do.
Then let him go ahead without any
more interruptions fr m you than.
are absolutely necessary.
Of course, you should have a good
setting for your outdoor- portraits. •
For instance, an elderly - lady 'Would.
look right at home it a rocking
chair; a farmer would see& at ease
leaning on the handle at his please
ora weatherbeaten fence Fir the
more formal typos of; outdoor par -
bedtime the ' ba,c'l ground 'should,
really be quite simple and plain,,
hut 'fixers again you dnn't hate ^tOE
fuss•and porky.yoiiu!;1can't'find a.
iplah or stir b• r hers'. R r
ways the
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