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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-01-09, Page 6WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMBS THE ETHIOPIANS’ PLANS FOR THE RECAPTURE OF MAKALE Thursday, January 9th, \1936 r .............................1 ■SYNOPSIS: , . , A luxurious five- month cruise around the world aboard the “Marenia” brings together a group of passengers for adventures, romantic, entertaining . . and tragic „ * » Like in “Grand Hotel” these pas sengers offer a study in human ac tions and reactions, which uncon sciously bare their souls. , , . These characters are aboard the ship: Mac duff, dour Scotchman, single, of mid dle age; Miss Mudge, school teacher, spending the savings of 20 years; Angela, faithful wife of Lovat, gigolo; Dick Charlton, first officer; Claire, a person of experience; Joan, a dissi pated flapper; Jenny, run-away wife, and, Peter; Captain Baring, master of the ship , .*■ . and his soul. . . NOW, GO ON WITH THE STORY. ♦ . ♦ « ♦ THIRD INSTALMENT Miss Mudge seemed uncertain of herself and shot a birdlike glance the table, but no one was paying any attention, except to push her out of the way. As soon as she felt the pressure of bodies around her, Miss Mudge, took hold of herself and pro duced a handful of counters from bag. She’d show Monte Carlo. Macduff wondered how long- had been playing this game, could see from the expression on face that she had decided her count ers were as good as anyone else’s. She picked her numbers with care and distributed them defiantly. The wheel spun, and she watched it with a puck ered, myopic gaze. The counters dis appeared with amazing speed and left no trace. Miss Mudge dived into her purse, then shook her head. Her grey straw hat was slipping over one ear from all the pushing and shoving, but she seemed in hilarious spirits, excit ed by her surroundings. She suddenly spied Macduff and re cognized him for some one from the Marenia. That was enough for her. In a moment she was standing in front of him, - twinkling owlishly through her glasses. “Just think, I’ve been losing all my money,” she announced, as if that were an everyday occurrence in her life. “Well what of it?” said Macduff ungraciously. “Oh, I beg your pardon.” Miss Mudge stepped back and he felt impelled to make grumpy amends. “Do you want a lift to the boat? I have a car.” She looked at him questioningly for a moment, then brightened up. “That would be kind of you,” she said. Miss Mudge’s elation faded as soon as her. cabin door was closed. She sat on the edge of her bed and wondered If it had been so clever of her, after all, to have lost forty of her precious five hundred dollars. She hadn’t in tended to stake more than a quarter at a time, but she had won five dol lars at the start, and that had seem ed so exciting that she had gone on and on to ruin. “You’re a fool, Alice Mudge,” she told herself, severely. “You save and scrimp for years and years, and then you spend twenty-five dollars at Madeira for a Spanish shawl, and lose forty dollars at Mon te Carlo as if you were an heiress. From now on she would have to be economical. Too much of her money was gone and she was only beginning the cruise. Miss Mudge took out her diary and proceeded to record her impressions of the day. The Marenia was easing out of the harbour and the lights were flickering like a forest of lighted candles. The coast .line was slowly engulfed in the night, and the boat began to toss in a Mediterranean storm. In a state room amidships on C deck, Jenny and Peter Rumford were unpacking their things. Jenny stopped every few minutes to look a little tremulously at Peter, whose attention was all on what he was doing.' “Well, we’re off.” His voice had a “Iher thoughts back to the present, am seeing myself as a small and self ish worm. In fact, I’m seeing myself as I am*”’ Peter could detect the fright ifi her voice, He laughed at her, “Morbid again! I wish you wouldn’t analyse yourself so much. You know, if you keep it up, I shall -regard you as a little egotist, Woman all are, or they wouldn’t think that what they do matters so much.” He leaned, over her .absorbed face and kissed it to a healthy glow. “Be gay, my child, and forget about your self,” he implored hert< “We’re only beginning, and you this. Let’s shipmates, rible.” led her looked drink?” himself ,go. out They’re mustn’t feel and look at sure to be like our ter- * * The ship was en fete. Chinese lan- * . “You must shake off your fears,” said Peter. ill s note of relief. “Perhaps you won’t worry so much now, Jenny. There’s nothing like the lift of an anchor to lighten the heart.” Jenny moved to his side and slipped her hand beneath his chin. Her voice was beseeching. “Peter! You’ll never let me regret what I’ve done. Your love will justify everything, You’ll never let me down—not now, after what I’ye done,” She clung to him, panic in her voice. “Angel!” said Peter in his most convincing tones. “I shouldn’t be running away with you if I weren’t prepared to spend the fest of my life in making you happy.” He tightened his hold and his Head drooped \>ver hers. Her fears were lulled and her heart sang with sud den melody. She closed her eyes and sank limply in.the circle of his arms. She dimly remembered the starved months of her marriage, and the hat red she had for her husband. There, was nothing to regret where he was concerned. Her baby was another matter. “Darling,” he said, “what are you thinking of?” “Quite a lot, Peter.” She dragged ’ terns swung on the after-deck, the orchestra played on old Viennese waltz and the sky was powdered with yellow stars four evenings later as the Marenia neared Stromboli. The moon hung low. in the sky, ..like a golden* guinea. It was an old story to Dick,* leaning against the rail,, smoking a cigarette and watching with cynical interest. ■ His attention wandered over the dancing couples. He wasn’t interested in pretty girls -at the moment, but he supposed he had to dance with :some one.' Men were so scarce. His glance came to rest on the little tea cher from Cabin 454. She was sitting by herself in a corner, enveloped in a Spanish shawl, with poppies too large for her size. The handsome officer she had seen about the boat was moving in her direction. “Won’t you. dance with me?” ask ed Dick, bowing formally over her. She snatched at the fringe of her shawl and looked at him in confusion. She was much too nervous to rise to her feet. “Oh, do come on,” he urged her. “This is a good tune.” MASS CAPTURED GUNS TO SHOW SELLASSIE chiffpn dress, blushed. “Thank “but I never* drink. White Ribboner.” set of I you haven’t but Im hav- to see the A flock of nervous fears went chas ing one another across Miss Mudge’s sensitive face; then something pro pelled her to her feet- Miraculously Miss Mudge’s step was suddenly in tune* with the chief officer’s, and he had her firmly clasp ed by the Spanish shawl, whirling her around with such speed that she soon forgot about her feet, Her head swam with excitement and she caught a whiff of tobacco smoke that made her faint, She had never been clutched to a man’s chest like this before, Her head brushed his sleeve and she shiv ered with joy* When the music ended, he back to a little table, She about with an elated air. “What will you have to asked Dick, disentangling from* the fringes of her shawl and spying her pink Miss Mudge you,” she" said, You see, I’m a “A what?’’ echoed Dick. “A White Ribboner — teetotaller, you know.” "Oh, I see. Band of Hope.” . He looked' at her with a rising gleam of interest. She was really unique—her spirit twinkled brightly through the faded shell of her flesh. It would be fun to tease her a little. “But you can’t possibly go round the world without having a drink,” he protested. “It wouldn’t be. decent. Let me order you something, gentle that won’t bit.” * Miss Mudge was half-persuaded, Lights leaped in her eyes; she nod ded her head. Dick decided to get her a cream.de menthe. She sat very straight in her chair, with her hands folded nervously under her shawl At times she shot timid glances at her companion, not quite'.sure what he might be going to do next. The drinks came, and Dick teased her. “Happy days on the Marenia!” he said. Miss Mudge had never been toast ed before, but she smiled, said thank- you, and took a swallow. There was not very- much of it—-such a little glass. It surely couldn’t go to her head. Suddenly she giggled and down her drink. “What’s up?” Dick enquired. “Oh, I was just thinking Ohonto.” • “Whit’s Ohonto?” “Ohonto, Wisconsin—the place come from.” She seemed to be saying “It isn’t possible that heard of Ohonto.”, “Nice place?” “Very. I teach there, ing a sabbatical year world.” “I hope you won’t be disappointed.” “Oh no!” Miss Mudge’s voice was fervent. “It’s wonderful!” The music had started again, and his companion’s face waved eager sig nals across the table. He swung her to her feet, and they danced again— a waltz this time. She clung to him confidently now, and he smiled down, at her as if she were the only woman in the glittering, salon. He took her back to her seat and made his adieux, covering her embarrassment with his protective air. Should she go on sit ting where he had left her, or should she slip back to her quiet place by the wall? The chief officer was danc ing now With Miss Foster. Her love ly arms were twined around his neck. Nevertheless, he remembered Miss Mudge, sitting alone in her corner, and tossed her a scarlet balloon. She 'held it aloft for a moment and smiled at him. Then she let out the air and put the deflated, bauble in the black satin bag that Agatha had1 given her for evening wear. Her first souvenir! ’Clare, an enticing Cleopatra, was still dancing with Lovat, a Spanish grandee. Angela .watched them over her crem.e de menthe frappe. She could see her husband’s fingers' were deeply sunk in'an exquisite back. At last he relinquished his partner and moved smoothly towards her. “How about turning in, Agatha? You’re looking tired,” His voice was solicitous. She was suddenly ravag ed under her make-up. “I am, father. Dancing at sea makes One very tired—the Strong air, I think, and the bumpy deck.” “But Angela, “Yes, darling She went below and unhooked her period costume. She took off her powdered wig, but it was scarcely whiter than the smooth hair beneath it. Turning her back on Lovat, she slipped into the lovliest of her neg ligees, black lace over apricot chif fon, “You’ll be gone from me in five days,” she fold him, “I wonder if you Will miss me when you arc back in England/’ “I shall simply be lost without you,” he assured her, “Ah, Lovat/’ Angela’s voice was a sigh. “How I shall miss you! Be sides, I shall be five months older when I come back,” “You’ll always be the same to me/’ he said, and stooped to kiss her hand. She leaned over his head and her lips you’ve scarcely danced at all, ” said Lovat, a little crossly, but I feel those things, Lovat Aft Ethioppian--otic of the boys be hind the front—-is shown interestedly examining one of a batch of machine guns eapt-ttred from the Italians in the heavy fighting oh the northern front This is one of many such ex hibits put together on Emperor Haili Seilassie’s visit to his forces io show wthp Lion of Judah” how well his cubs are doing against il Ducc’s invading black shirts. Tank number plates— from wrecked tanks—-pistons and ma chine-guns from aero-planes, are iff* eluded in this pile of booty. A60QDAT /?ect MASSAWA i OI6RAT.'x‘x?SANDA aoowa ADDI ASMARA/ ADI U6RI ADI QUAILA j^SENAFfc DAVABD* This map illustrates the military situation in the Makale region of Ethiopia on the northern front. The road system between 'Makale and' the Italian capital at Asmara is shown. Large Ethiopian bands have cut again and again the direct lines of com munication running southward to Ma kale. Because of this fact and the breaking down of the roads under’ heavy traffic the Italians appear to have been using the roundabout route from Adigrat through Adowa and As- brushed the dark lacquer of his hair. The mirror revealed the widening path that stretched them. Angela turned from the sight of his youth.. “Whatever happens, I shall still adore you,” she said. Lovat studied her as she lay on the pillow—the tenderness of her moUth, her sensitive nose, the way her hair swept back from her ears; but the mask of age was set as she lay in the semblance of sleep. He slipped into his dressing-gowntie suppea into ms aressmg-gown and sat with a book under the shad ed light. Half an hour passed and he scarcely moved. At last he was sure of her regular breathing and the re laxed look of her face, She must be asleep. - . .. He put down his book, snapped off the light,, stole to the door and. through the curtain, that flapped as the.' ship rode noisily on her way. Two dark eyes caught his jubilant small-boy hair as.he slipped past the **HAUSIEN • ABBI K Jx*J^MAI1AL& AMATO* SAHOTA • •AL Adi eQUORAM kum. and Abbi Addi. The Ethiopians crossed the Takhaze river two weeks ago and drove the Italians back to wards Askum. Then they captured Abbi Addi and* straddled the highway at a second point. Probably they lat er retired from both points before superior forces. -It -is reported that they now have a 60-mile stretch of trenches extending westward from Abbi Addi and dominating the high way. The small crosses on the map indicate the entrenchments of Eth iopians. The large, heavy crosses shaft, of light. Angela turned to the wall and burning tears rolled slowly down her cheeks. ' (Continued Next Week) Poor Seed Still Used It is commonplace to say that good seed is an essential in the production of a good crop, stated Professor Rob ert Summerby of Macdonald College in his .presidential address to the Can adian Seed, (Growers’ Association. But while there is very general agreement on' this, there are still many farmers who do not put. this . apparently ac cepted principle into practice. .Exam ination of the fields and of the seed which is being used in seed drills in different parts of the country reveals the fact ’that a large proportion of farms are still using seed of a poor grade, either of unknown variety or of badly mixed varieties. Similarly, an analysis of the grain that is being mark spots where Ethiopians gained/, some of their principal successes! Ad dis Ababa claims that the Italians, have only a precarious hold upon Ma kale and that instead of occupying' the whole area north of Makale they really are confined to the easterly- Uh. westerly line stretching between Adi- grat and Askum and a narrow strip of territory extending southward from Adigrat to Makale. This claim may slightly exaggerate the. truth. 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