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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1941-06-19, Page 6TltUKSn.lY. JUNE 1»H1. IM*THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE "A Cruise for Cinderella” by Bentley Ridge remember," said Mrs. Gar forth, “that you autce told a news paper interviewer that the reason you took up flying*was because you tossed up between? that and becom ing a doctor, and; flying won.” “One says odd things at times like that,” Salt said, looking not entirely pleased by the reminder. After dinner Bridget saw her aunt corner Mark Salt in the saloon and sit talking to. him for about an hour, Salt wore his usual look of good humored friendliness ; but as Bridget sat reading her * saw his eyes wandering irony in it becoming less disguised, “I think Mark Salt is book she and the and less. cynical,” Mrs. Garforth told Bridget *when she name down to her cabin later, “Hard, Perhaps his life has hard ened him!” ’ Bridget guessed that Salt had not shown the need of “sympathy and understanding” that her aunt had hoped for. After that Mrs, Gar forth devoted herself to her work entirely and made no more excur sions on deck. Then the ship ran into fipe weath er and Joyce was on her feet again, She swept Diana off the field. She hung on Salt’s arm on the deck, joined in his conversations with the officers; she chattered in a wild, picturesque way, and assured him and everyone else how fatal she was to men. quence, tivated, hers of kance. completely In conse- were cap- the mem- at her as- one or two men and the rest of the party looked But Mark Salt merely seem ed amused, treated her as though she were a child, and escaped' rath er more often to the Captain’s bridge table. Tip-tap! Tip-tap! Bridget typed on. Her back ached. She saw the keyboard when she closed her at night. CHAPTER HI Joyce is Vindictive “Good morning, Miss Brown! I suppose you haven’t seen a book ly ing about /anywhere, a copy of Doughty’s ‘Arabia Deserta’ ? Sir Mar cus has lost it.” “No, I haven’t seen it, Mr. Salt!” Bridget colored. It was so sel dom that Salt spoke to her. She had Snatched five minutes to sit on the boat deck to look across the glassy Blue of the long West African swell. Salt startled her as he appeared suddenly at her side. “Sir Marcus left it in. his chair and five minutes later it had gone,” Salt explained. “It seems to be a copy he values.” “I hope you—I hope he can find it again!” Bridget hated herself for being so shy. Salt glanced at her, and smilingly changed the subject. “I don't often see you on deck. In fact, you seem to have been below ever since we left London.” “We’re working,” Bridget told him. “Mrs. Garforth has some work to finish before we arrive in Capetown.” “Tough luck on you!” Bridget nodded. “Well, as soon as she’s through with it we’ll have’to make her let you come up for some air,” Salt suggested cheerfully. Bridget mar ■something. He carelessly, and boat deck. The -spell of thoughts was broken by Joyce, who came bouncing up the companion. She 16‘oked glorious in pale green printed linen with green strap san dals, and a kerchief over her dark curls. She carried a book under her arm. “Mother wants you in the cabin,” she informed Bridget. She threw the book into the chair .at Bridget’s side. Bridget .stared, picked it up, and said anxiously: “‘Arabia Deserta’! Where did you find that? It belongs to Sir Marcus and he’s looking for it everywhere!” “What? I It’s a Joyce, eyes aged to murmur turned from her walked along the Bridget’s confused picked it up in dull old thing!” they're looking the’ saloon. “But it!” Joyce uneasy, but said sharply: “AU right! I’ll put it back! Don’t make such a fuss!” “Well, I hope you will, Joyce!” “Mother’s waiting for you!” said Joyce, shortly, turning her back and Walking to the rail. Bridget went off down the com panion feeling she had done as much as she could. for colored and looked a trifle Worry Saps The Nervous System Worry over business or household rlutift®, gudderi. slioelcy the insane for pleasure, the foolish, at tempt to phi a week of normablife into twenty-four hours, feverish ac tivity, the demand for sensational Uterature hio nil conducive to the aggravation of “tt&BiX and teat Oh the ne^vonfe. system. jf you are tired listless, nervous, and worried why not give Milburn’s Health and Nerve Pius a chance to help put you on your feet again, They are ft body building, nerve: strengthening tonic containing ihe essential elements foi* the nervous system* & AiiibtiiTtt itM'r Ltd,* T*<yrout<>/ Oatt r scions memory in, her mind of how she had once seen a man handling a snake in a South American news reel, 4 Bridget sprang forward with a cry, and grasped the snake by the neck bare Joyce remained leaning on the rail, and the book remained lying on the chair. She was irritated* She knew she should not have picked up the book. But she would take it back in her own time-—in fact, she would give Sir Marcus time to go for his pre-luneheon cocktail before she ventured into the saloon with it* She saw someone coming along the deck. It was Salt. She turned her face to the sea. She would turn and speak in a moment and get him to join her. She turned but he had stopped. He had gone to the chair. Her heart sprang into her mouth. “Hello, here’s Meyerbaum’s book! How on earth did that get here?” Joyce swung round. “What book?” That? I don’t know.” “But I was here a moment ago,” “Bridget had it.” “Who?” “My cousin, you know—Bridget Brown,” Joyce looked him innocent ly in the eyes. “But I asked her a moment ago* and she said she hadn’t seen it.” “Oh!” said Joyice. “Did she? That’s funny!” Salt looked nonplussed, “I saw hei’ leave it in the chair,” Joyce said glibly. “For sake, though, don’t say I Perhaps she felt awkward I mean, I wouldn’t blame might have made some Does somebody want the book?” “Sir Marcus is hunting for it anxiously,” Salt said drily, as he walked away with it. So that- slave-driven little secre tary had lied to him! Meanwhile the “slave-driven lit tle secretary” was spoiling carbon after carbon on her machine down below. Salt’s unassuming kind ness had wrought more havoc in Bridget’s heart than all his tantaliz ing aloofness had produced in her icousins. Until then her admira tion of him had been as unhopeful as a girl’s for the hero of a talkie. Now he was suddenly real, near. He had spoken to her, offered sym pathy! She thought and thought about him. His smile came between her and the typewriter. t CHAPTER IV Sleep Draws the Serpent They were ashore in Capetown. The pressure of Mrs. Garforth’s work was over, and Bridget had typed her way into another hemi sphere. Here it was spring; per fect spring; new scenes to thrill, ■4 round of sighWeeing, luxury ho tels, diamond mines, motor drives. Mrs. Garforth had decided that Mark Salt’s cynicism was only on the surface, and had recovered her interest in him; the two girls chased him as avidly as ever, with the re sult that Bridget was often in his company. He noticed her no more than formerly, a thing which caused her humble heart no surprise whatever. It never occurred to her to make a bid for his attention. He was just someone more wonderful than she had ever met before, who made her heart quicken; he inspired those en raptured descriptions of South Af rica that she wrote home to her in valid mother in England. A fortnight later they found them selves in a land of broad noon, of yellow mimosa, of wild herds drift ing in the distance through the heat haze. They stayed in a rest camp by the Olifants River, went out to see the antelope come to drink at the river at twilight, and heard the lions roaring at night. . On the second day they came to the rest camp, where Mark Salt had lunched with them. He and Joyce were sitting outside on the veranda hut that aunt goodness said so! about it. her, she mistake. of the thatched, concrete Bridget shared with her cousins. Mrs. Garforth yawned dictation in the living room too warm for work. She closed her eyes, and Bridget sat at her type- writei* waiting patiently for her aunt to continue, But after a minute or so, it was obvious that Mrs. Garforth had ac tually fallen .asleep. Nodding her self, and glad of the respite, Brid get decided to lie down on the couch unjtil her aunt wakened. She rose and tiptoed across the room* and as she passed the veran da door, she could not resist paus ing for a moment to look out. Mark Salt lay in a long chair oh one side of the veranda, and Joyce in another opposite. Both had their eyes dosed, and Salt seemetl to be asleep. Bridget gazed wist fully at his big figure, so unconscious of her, peacefully stretched in the chair, Her eyes, faintly pitiful, dwelled on the empty left sleeve of his khhki shirt, So carefully folded and pinned up— Then the thing happened, Suddenly, like the flash of a shadow, the slash of a sword blade, a snake dropped like a plummet from the roof above bn to Mark Salt’s ehair, it struck the chair back, slithered onto his shoulder, the folds uncoiled themselves, the head thrust forward, glided across his chest. It was the most terrifying, awful add sinister sight that Bridget had ever seen; the glistening, fluid brown body of the snake streaming round the man’s shoulders like some hideous halter. He wakened, lifting his head. The snake reared up, heck distended, its tongue darting in fright at him* Perhaps there w a half con*- over i. It and her was just below the head with her hands. CHAPTER V Secisitary*-Herpine Joyce was screaming. Salt’s face was the picture of startled horror* The snake writhed ia Bridget’s hold as she staggered back, its strength was like the kick of a colled spring. Salt hauled himself up out of his chair* “Keep qway—-keep away!” cried Bridget* She flung the thing from her with "all her might*, over the edge of the veranda on to the ground .outside. They saw the snake bound like a whip lash as it struck the earth, then glide away into the grass., “Are you bitten?” ci'ied Salt. “No, it didn’t touch me!” Joyce was saying “Oh! Oh! Oh!” and panting as though she had run a race. Bridget checked a senseless impulse to weep. She gazed at Salt wildly, “It fell on you from the roof,” she explained. “It was a black-necked cobra,” he told her, his face 'pale, looking at her as though he had never seen her before. “Is it poisonous?” “It's one of the worst!” “I thought it might—might be poisonous," said | Bridget, “that was why I took hold of it!” He grinned queerly. Bridget was dumb with a dawn ing ' embarrassment. “And women are supposed to have no pluck!” He crossed the ver anda quickly, with urgent steps. “That snake must be killed. I’ll get some of the boys, and we’ll try to beat it out of the grass." . The words jumped into Bridget's mouth before she could stop them. “Be careful!” His voice came 'back with a laugh in it. ‘.‘That from you!” ' “Oh!’\gasped Joyce. “How could you touch it? I couldn’t have done it for a million pounds!” Mrs. Garforth appeared in the doorway, looking drowsy and irri tated. “What is all this fuss about—a spider or something?" “A spider!” screamed Joyce. “A snake, a cobra, and Bridget picked it up with her bare hands. Mark would have been bitten otherwise. She saved his life!” “It isn’t really so,” Bridget con tradicted her in a quiet voice. “I didn’t really. They have anti-ven om in these days. People don’t al ways die of snake bite.” iShe had to bite her lip to Steady it, as she walked into the hut. She heard Joyce’s voice ranging up and down the scale of excitement as she told het.mother what had happen ed. She went into the room in which the four of them slept. She was trembling. Her aunt came and tapped on the door, opened it, and asked in hushed excitement: “Are you all right, Bridget?” “Yes, Aunt Miriam—perfectly.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a little brandy?” “Oh, no, Aunt Miriam—really!” Mrs. Garforth came into the room and sat down on one of the beds while Bridget made a pretence of tidying .her hair. Mrs. Garforth’s large dark eyes were shining with eagerness for a first-hand account qf the affair. “They’re but there now,” said Mrs. Garforth, “beating about with sticks looking for the snake.” '“Mr. Salt, too?" asked Bridget. . “Yes; he has a gun—they all have guns. I do hope they kill the fright ful thing! I shan’t sleep easily to night unless they do!" “I wish they would be careful!” murmurecKBridget. The Snake met its end just before sundown in a fusilade of shots which brought out the women. While dinner was cooking on the campfires, Salt came to the Gar forth’s hut with extra paraffin. He spoke to Mrs. Garforth in the living room as he was filling the lamp. “That was an amazing thing your niece did” he said, son in a hundred would ■^he nerve!” “I know!” said Mrs. shuddering. “To touch, a would be quite impossible to jne. But you know there’s something about Bridget that I’Ve always noticed, al most a lack of feeliiigl An insen sitive person, don’t you think, might be able to pick up a Snake, where another might find' it impossible?” But late that evening,, when the rest of the party was sitting round the camp fires, Mark Salt saw a light in the Garforth’s hut, and tapped on the door. ; Bridget typewriter Under the At the face, burned by the of Sunlight during days, turned crimson; He held out his hand with a simple, decided gesture. “Thank you!" he said. She stammered: “For what*?” “For risking your skin for me as you did to*day." She gave him her hand* thrilling to the warm clasp which closed on it* “I just did it oh impulse,” she protested, . “If it’s ever in my power to do as much for^you, count ou me!” “Snakes d'Oft'i fall from' the roof every day,” she managed to remind him, smiling. He Shook his -head, with a laugh’. “You^never know, you may need .resculug' 's'et!” (Td be Continued)’ ‘Not ode per- have had Garforth, snake! It opened it. as usual, lamp. Sight of He saw the on ths table Salt, Bridget’s reflected glare the last few The March of Science SUN STORMS AND STATIC STUDIED |||gs IIIp MWMOM® On several occasions, not long ago, Herr Goebbels’ propaganda broadcasts became jammed, the sweetest symphony programs sounded like jitterbug jams, trans-atlantic cable and; wireless channels were silenced, telegraph machines wouldn’t send anything except the letter V, and some long distance telephone calls were held up for hours.; The cause of all this disturb ance has been traced to tornadoes 92*830,000 miles away---on the surface of the sun! Old Sol sud denly becomes more apopletic than usual. The streamers of his corona flare angrily into space. Colossal whirlwinds whip the flames to incredibly high tem peratures, Huge spots, each about 30,0()ft miles in circumference, erupt like boils on his pudgy cheeks. Like a gargantuan garden spray,.- the rotating sun rains electricity upon the planets. The earth’s magnetic poles in the Arctic and Antarctic regions at tract this tremendous flow of energy,, creating magnetic storms. Enormous sheets of electric ciir- . rent race back and forth in the earth’s crust. The -Northern Lights radiate more brilliantly than ever. Compass needles twirl , crazily. Electric communications Suffer a “black out” while the bombardment is at its height. , Naturally, telephone engineers are very much interested in sun storms. Among their astronomical devices is a glass ball that re sembles a magician’s crystal. This globe is rotated by clockwork once in about 27 days, the period of rotation of the sun itself. Each day, photographs are taken of the sun at noon, and the sun spots disclosed are marked on the of a series prepared, by H. G, Owen,'~1 Telephone Company of Canada. J globe in ink. Around the base of the globe are two. circlets of coloured pins. Each day, a pin is selected with a head coloured to indicate the intensity of radio disturbances that day. This pin is insetted in the outer row op posite a fixed line that represents the present day, The pin that was in this hole, representing the intensity of radio disturbances 27 days ago, is moved back to the inner row. In this way, one can see at a glance what relation sun spots have had to radio disturb ances during the past 54 days. Eventually, enough data may be secured to enable accurate pre- . diction of serious sun storms, Furthermore, continued efforts are being made to discover the exact source of the disturbance. For this purpose, Bejl Telephone Laboratories have for some time been using the Coronaviser, a means of studying the .solar corona by viewing it through, an apparatus similar to television equipment. It is known that long wave radio is not so strongly affected by solar disturbances as short Wave, and that increasing the power of the radio Channels by concentrating them into a narrow beam reduces the static, to one- fourth the former volume. If accurate prediction of the dis turbances can be achieved, these precautions can be taken in ad vance of a serious storm. The radio and telephone channels can be kept in operation, let Old Sol rage as .he may. - This combat with such a re- .mote and seemingly irrelevant foe as solar storms; illustrates the very wide front of Bell Tele phone operations and research— all with a view to protecting and improving your telephone service., CORNISH REUNION Riverview Park, Exeter, was the scene of the Sth Reunion of the ■Cornish family on Saturday, June< 7th* The weather was most pleasant and everyone reported a good time. There was a fair attendance of around seventy. The -afternoon was spent in spprts ,which resulted as follows; Races, girls 4-6, Bever ley Skinner; boys, 4-G, Bobby Kirk; boys, 10-13, Louis Ford; girls 1Q-13, Pearl Kirk; 'boys 6-10, Gordon Kirk; young ladies, Mar guerite Rundle,. Marguerite Jaques; young men, Roy Kirk, Harold 01* liott; married ladies, Mrs, Franklin Skinner, Mrs, Nprman* Jaques; ■ married a men, Eldon Hey wood, Oliver Jaques; kick the slipper, la dies, Mrs. Oliver Jaques, Lila. HI- liptt; kick the slipper, men, Roy Kirk, Gordon Lamport;' three-legg ed race, girls, Jean Kirk, Geneva Elliott; three-legged race, men, Eldon Heywood, Harold Elliott; shoe race, ladies, Mrs, Norman Jaques; shoe race, mem Harold El liott; bean .race, Marguerite Jaques, Mrs. Jim Mossey; nail-driving, la dies, Mrs. Art Ford; nail-driving, men. Art Rundle. A peanut scramble for the children followed. Prizes were given to the oldest lady, Mrs. Harding and to the oldest man, Dan Glidden, and a prize was also award ed to the youngest child, Harry Jaques, son of Mr, and Mrs, tyorman Jaques, Following the sports a bounteous supper was served,, after which, it was decided to hold an- other Cornish Reunion on June 6th, 1942; The election of officers for the icoming. year resulted as follows: President, Gordon Lamport; secre tary, Mrs, Norman Jaques; sports comm., Mr. and Mrs. Jack Elliott, Mr, and Mrs. Fred Cornish. Pentecostal W. M, S. The June meeting of the W.M.S. of the Pentecostal church was held on Wednesday afternoon with the president, Miss Della Peart, pre siding. The meeting opened by song ! service, aftei* which Mrs. John Per kins led in prayer. 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