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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1943-09-09, Page 7TOE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE, THURSDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 9*, 1943 Hunter closed, the front door be-, hind her and. said that it was as cold as charity outside. She looked at Jane and Sparks, who were in the kitchen making tea, and that she had an idea she was ' gry. “Have a piece of cake,” Sparks warmly. “Thanks. I’ll have some tea, if there’s any going.” “There will be in a minute.” Hunter munched the cake, it was good and asked how they had before they went on duty. “An hour,” said Sparks, “Where have you been since we saw you last?” “Having drinks up at the officers’ mess, door. —that stunt I told other day. They’re ten o’clock.” A chill shiver of Jane’s heart. Ten why hadn’t she gone to dinner with Tips, gone up to town and had a grand evening so that he might come back late? Sparks said anxiously, fear in her hope they all get back said hun- said too. Hunter closed the kitchen ‘There’s something on tonight you about the taking off at fear caught at o’clock. Oh, eyes, “Let’s safely.” Hunter’s hope. Not face was long, “Not a ,a hope in a million. Jimmie Stafford told me so this eve­ ning. And he knows what he’s talk­ ing- about.” “But I thought you told us he wouldn’t be going.” “He didn’t expect to be. He may not even now. The trouble is that Tips Poel-Sanders went off duty just before the order came through. If he doesn’t come back in time Jimmie’s got to take his place. At the moment everyone’s trying to find him. Personally I hope some­ one does. I’m rather fond v of poor old Jimmie. Mind you, Jimmie says he’s crazy to go, but then he’d be bound to say that even if he were a little scared. And after all he’s terribly young. He’s not twenty. He’s been saying good-bye to me' for the last two hours. He says he’s got a nasty premonition. Still Tips may. turn up. The general idea is that he’ll be wild if he comes back and finds they’ve gone of-f without him.” .Jane came to life. ed. Those words had her distracted brain, be. He’ll be furious.” “'Oil, of course, you don’t you?” said Sparks. “I’ve met him once or twice.” “So it was you!” exclaimed Hunt­ forgetting the possible loss of she dis- 11‘IS din- Hex* head lift- penetrated “He won't know him, er, her beloved Jimmie now that was making an interesting covery. “That reminds me. said yesterday she’d seen him ing with one of the Waafs up in London. She wanted me to find out which one it was. I didn’t recog­ nize you from 'her description. But then Iris always was a cat. She said your hair was mousy. I don’t think Lambolt’s hair’s a uft mousy, do you, Sparks?” Jane didn’t care about Iris Stan­ ton ox’ how she’d described . “Who’s trying to find Tips?” asked breathlessly. “Oh, I don’t know. Several pie so far as I can gather. I heard Guy ringing up Iris and ing her if he was there.” “And wasn’t he?” “No, Jane later, make.” She sped swiftly along the dark road and out of the gates past tn® sentry on duty. She fumbled for two pennies and found them, She Wished she didn’t feel so impelled to do what she proposed doing. All of them, Jane knew from what Tips had told her. were only too anxious to have a crack at the enemy. Also, she thought with pride, Tips was probably badly needed. He was acting Squadron Leader now—she’d heard someone mention it only the other day. They might not do so well without him. Slie had to ask the exchange for the number. “I’m afraid I don’t even know the dame of the house But Flight Lieutenant Stanton is liv­ ing in it and it’s in Stretton. The girl said after a moment, “Stretton 435. I’ll ring them for you?’ “Thank you,” | She waited. She could hear an] odd buzzing and then the girl’s; voice after what seemed an eterni­ ty: “I’m sorry, but they don’t an­ swer/ Jane's heart sank. She begged the operator to try again. But at last she had to give it up She came out of the booth and won­ dered what to do next. How could she find out if Tips was with Iris Stanton? A clock near-by struck the hour, One, nine. ten. more ered the sheds near the billets, she could get to Stretton and back in an hour, back to get it, with the lamp it going. She pedaled too fast to begin with, certain that a swift pace at the outset would be difficult to maintain and get her there no more quickly than a mod­ erately easy one. But somehow she seemed to be going on forever. Un­ less she was quick and made a bet­ ter speed she'd never be back in time to go on duty and Tips would be unable to reach the airdrome be­ fore the squadron actually took off. Jane had to push her bicycle up a hill and paused for a moment at the top to get pressed her hand a violent stitch most unbearable, must go on. house, long and oblong and without a flicker of light. She leaned her bicycle against the fencec and ran up the path to the front door. She rang the bell and waited, She could hear it echoing through the house. For a few moments there was no sound within. She pressed her finger on the little brass knob and rang and rang again, her temper rising. At length she heard footsteps ap­ proaching and the voice. “Whoever’s fernally impatient.” opned. She peered as she did, silouetted ” against the light of the hall, Jane took in at a glance the rumpled hair and the brightness of her eyes. “Who Is it? Who’s ringing like that? “Is Tips here?” demanded Jane sharply, “Tips? Who is it?” and then ap­ parently suddenly remembering her: “Oh, it’s you!” Quick as light- ’ ning, she started to close the door > flg'ctlll <4ISfO T’rn ttAWtf ff But Jane i hall. “He ■ I’ve got to “Jane!” two, three . . , seven, eight, She wasn’t on duty until Aii idea came to her and grew feasible the more she consid- it. There was her bicycle in Surely Hurriedly she raced She had difficulty but at last she got steadily, not going her breath. She to her side where was becoming al- AU the same she At last she saw the her. she peo- even ask- he wasn’t.” said to Sparks, “See I’ve got a telephone call to yot. .really sounded as if she were last evening--she was clearly tortured today. When Jane went up to help a few minutes later she found, her on her knees before the open win­ face she turned to Jane with misery. “J wish told me he’d got a she said brokenly. tears HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION NO LONGER REQUIRED to join the Ui' 1 dow. The was bleak be hadn’t monition,” he doesn’t come back . face crumpled up and down her cheeks. “He will. Hunter. Here, tea! It’ll do you good.” Ryman, the girl who shared room with Hunter, another of younger ones, came quietly in Jane left them together. She w*nt into her own room and found Sparks already slipping a dressing gown over her underclothes and snuggling down in bed, Sparks rolled blankets round lay down. But Utterly tired Then she heard someone call out sharply downstairs and the sound of the distant drone of engines. In a mqment she was out of bed and rushing were on the I tant specks I moment. As I how many. ' In an instant Sparks was beside , her. They waited until they cpuld count the number. “One, two, three.” Heads were leaning out of other windows. Airmen were running to- . ward the landing field. There were I officers standing about. Jane could She glared at'gee <pips a mtie apart from the I him! How dared you!” | “He was needed,” said Jape - ly. “I knew he’d want to go? “And you didn’t care, I suppose, that he would probably never come back? You didn’t ffivat, But I did. he was wanted, to me and tojd me ing to find him. to” send prevent rending neither it will be you to kill him!” Jane stood ment staring at Iris Stanton. She'd known of course that Guy Stanton had telephoned to her. She remem­ bered Hunter saying so. Her voice cold with disgust and anger, the contempt she felt for the other woman showing clearly in her eyes, she said, “Tips would never forgive you if he knew. Dou’t you | realize it’s his job to go off on a stunt like this, that he’s got to go, and what’s more he wants to? Can you believe for a moment that he’d willingly shelter behind a woman's petticoats?” Iris’ sobs ceased. Jane. British! I . , . Tips means every- ___, thing to me, I—I’ll go mad if any- was and tremulous, thing happens to him.” Her voice • clutched jane's arm. rose hysterically. Someone across i “Seven, eight,” said Jane, and the road shouted angrily, “Put uut‘«jiei. vpice too was shaking. that light! What’s going on there? j They waited. Then: “Eight,” Jane pushed her into tlio sitting eenoed Sparks bleakly, room and closed the front door. i “You’d better try to pull your-1 self together,” she said curtly. “All; I can say is I hope there aren’t ! many women like you in England- trying to hold men back. It will be a poor lookout for the country if there are.” ' Iris looked as if she could law ' killed her. “You’re not in love or you wouldn’t say that.” ' Jane didn’t take up that chal­ lenge. Instead she looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. Her heart I stood still. T to ten. Tips should have got back in time, but what about herself? Without another word she dashed, from the house, found her bicycle and made off at top speed, with a1 sickening feeling of certainty that she couldn’t possibly be back in time for duty. At ten-fifteeD she was turning in at the gates of the air-' drome. She put her bicycle in the shed, gathered together the things > cold-drink sound of Iris’ here seems in- The front door out- Standing he isn’t. I’m sorry.’ pushed her way into the is. His car’s outside, see him.” He was standing there in the threshold of a doorway, star­ ing at her in astonishment- Her eyes met his and she told herself she hated and despised him. “They wanted you at the air­ drome, Tips,” she said curtly. “Something important’s going on. I know they’ve been trying hard to find you. No one knew where you were, but I thought I’d take a chance ...” her voice trailed away. “When did you hear they wanted me?” he asked quickly. “About half an hour ago. I bi­ cycled over here. I felt sure you’d want to know. They’re taking off at ten o’clock, I understand. If you don’t hurryzyou won’t make it.” He needed no urging to be on his way. With a quick good night to Iris • he snatched up his hat and dashed from the house. At 'the gate he turned and called back to Jane. “You'd better come along with me.” “I wouldn’t go with you.” stormed Jane bitterly, “if the airdrome were a hundred miles away and I had to inch of the way to getwalk every there.” “Oh, all Sharp with how you feel about it. She heard the door as lie reversed. right!” His exasperation. a voice was “If that’s of the car roar as He reversed, and drove away, Clearly he one thing in mind now-—to* to the station as quickly as slam, a then he 11 ad only get back possible. She turned and would have left the house, but Iris Stanton caught her by he arm and swung her vio­ lently around. “Yon little fool! How dared you come out here to fetch stop to consider i I knew too that Guy telephoned so, He was try- But I wasn’t going him to his death if I could it.” She burst into harsh sobs, of us "And now—now it ever sees him again who will have helped over and pulled the her ears. 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Soon all over the station, tenant Stanton had been shot down. Those who had returned had seen his plane going into a spin, smoke , issuing from the tail. Jimmie Staf­ ford had crashed too. Two other planes had shared a similar fate. The pilots of the eight who had come back safely told their stories ________, They had the task they’d sef Ode to Farmer John (By J. W. Down, V.D.M.) * * * * Men,30,40,50! Want Normal Pep, Vim, Vigor? Try Ostrex Tonic Tablets. Contains tonics, stimu­ lants, iron, vitamin Bj. calcium, phosphorus;aids to- normal pep, vim, vigor, vitality after 30, 40, or 50, Introductory size only 35c. If not delighted with results of first package, maker refunds low price. At all druggists. Start taking Ostrex Tablets today. It was close to quartei oj w]ia^ had happened, accomplished out to do. There was the billet the girls who had trying to sleep gave it up as less. Jane and Sparks dressed and Sparks said what about along to the cook house. Probably by now fast. - - . ( Brett ----------- ----------- -- — -she wanted and went in trepidation moment and announced that Hunter to report for duty. I was paving hysterics. Someone had It was the next morning. Jane ,jUS(. ^ojd per lie-\ys. “Do either had been severely reprimanded by Qj, you pnow what we can do with the officer in charge for being late. per? She’s in the most frightful' She’d had the most uncomfortable quarter of an hour of her life, but col(j Sponge might help.” sug- when it was ov^ she was com-1 gegted Sparks. forted by the feeling that bygones| “poor Hunter!” murmured Jane, would be bygones. It wouldn’t be Her eyeg filled. One thought pre­ held against her. Her story that ■ poniin^ted in her mind. Jimmie she’d gone to see friends, lost Jier^ stafford had taken Tips’ place and way in the blackout and had trou- Stafford hadn’t come back, ble with her bicycle, had apparently. Had Tips gone it mignt have been been believed, to her great, relief. gke having hysterics instead uf Sparks said, “Look, there s Tips Hunter, except that she wasn't the Poel-Sanders! I bet he was sick ne wasn’t able to go.” He across flying when he’d got back just after the squad­ ron had taken off. He’d been to see friends, she’d understood. She’d overheard two officers talking .about him, saying; “Poor old Tips! You should have seen his face when he found he’d missed the show.” “I say, Lambolt, between friends, you two weren’t together last eve­ ning, were yon?” Tips was passing them as she spoke. If he saw Jane he gave no sign of recognition. His face was hard and set. “Were you, Lambolt?” Jane hesitated. She wished Sparks hadn’t asked her this ques­ tion because she didn’t want to an­ swer it. She said, “I was and I wasn’t, Sparks. Oh, I know that must sound-, absurd to you, but do you mind terribly if we ’leave it at that? It's story.” Sparks be silly, anything The other girls along behind them, little laughter today, all tired from being Jane said she’d put the'kettle on and make tea. It was too early to go to the cook house and get any­ thing yet a while, “Anyone else like some?” There was a chorus of accept­ ance. “I’m Hunter. “Do. Hunter seemed to have grow up overnight, Jane’s heart went out to her, Evon though she might not be deeply In love with Jiuimkime shoot a hole clekr through the Stafford—and somehow she hudn*t red barn behind ’em/* was coming toward them the smooth green turf of the fields. Sparks had told her she’d arrived last night how a long and rather involved squeezed her arm. “Don’t You don’t have to tell me you don’t wish to.” Were coming There was bat They w(ire on duty. going, to i’ll take gloom everywhere. In been hope- again •going they could get some break- burst into the room at that firmly. got to, an el- lool; hysterical kind. They found Hunter lying on her bed. Ryman was beside her, beg­ ging her to be quiet, not way, “Drink this,” said Hoyle •‘Come on, Hunter. You’ve do you hear?” Hunter seemed to make fort to pull herself together Then her eyes fell on Jane. The pupils dilated till they were large violet disks in her white, ravaged face. “Go away,” she screamed, ing wildly at the others. “Send Lam- bold away. I won’t have her near me.” Hoyle tried to soothe her. But Hunter pushed her aside with an angry gesture. “But for you,” she raged, “Poel-Sanders would have gone and Jimmie would have been alive at this moment.” “Be quiet, I-iunter,” said Hoyle sharply. “I won't be quiet, know what Lambolt did. She spoke to Jane, her voice ing: “Oh, meat that I believed bull story about your night because you friends or the story either, It’s as el ear what happened. You found him and warned him, didn’t you? And he of course just stayed quietly away until the squadron had taken off in order to save his own There’s a hero for you!” “Hunter!” Jane’s face was and she “Hunter, that!’'’ “Leave Hoyle firmly, (To bn dorttinued) You dou’t I do,” ris- don’t think for a mo- tliat coclc-and- being late last went to see he produced, as daylight Toward the harvest fields afar, We turn our anxious eyes; And wonder what will be the yield. Of needed food supplies. From native soil, the sons of toil, Must draw the world,’s supplies Neglect the soil, withold the toil, And all will starve and die. The food producing work is done By farmer John and Bill, his son, Some other classes strut about, And say the farmer is a lout. But for his toil, they starve no doubt. Who scrap, these chaps are silly saps, And bound to nurse lean empty laps. As ’twas of old, the same is yet, More sons of toil the land must get, Of all who toil, beneath the sun, Js needed most the farmer’s son. And thus the ancient story runs The farmers first were Adam’s sons. So Farmer John and Bill, his son Must feed the race, till time is done. Let all bestow a timely gift, And give the farming class, a lift. ■ PTE. FAIRBAIRN ENJOYS SICILY Mr. and Mrs. C. Fairbairn, R.R. No. 1 Peterborough, received an airgraph from their son, Pte. Ernie Fairbairn, who is serving with an ambulance unit in Sicily, His letter, written July 29, staged that he was fine and that they need not worry, and he expressed the hope that he would be in Italy oe- fore long. Pte. Fairbairn said that he was getting good food and the soldiers had all kinds of fruit such as oranges, lemons and other better known varieties of tropical fruits and nuts. Before enlisting, he was employ­ ed at the ElMs Mattress Factory and he was in England in December of 19 42; Pte. (Fairbairn is a nephew >£ Mrs. R. Baker, of Blake, who has two sons overseas also. Sherwood Brock, W. F. Batten and week in spending Mr. and ESTABLISHED VV. A. 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