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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-01-30, Page 6PAGE SIX WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, January 30, 193® SYNOPSIS; ... A luxurious five-11 find that human contacts interfere 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. “Well, I’m doing it. I’m painting a little, because I like to pass the time that way.” Macduff was charmed with Angela’s way of tossing off her words. Here was a woman who might be worth her salt. She chatted about the Gan­ ges, and gave him a lively picture of her own impressions that morning. Yes, she was an artist. He could tell that from her choice of words. When Macduff was writing, he bo­ thered little with externals, going in for sombre, philosophical stuff that some people seemed to like. It sur­ prised him to see India through the sapient eyes of an intelligent woman. Soon he was talking himself, and marvelling at his own fluency. For half an hour his companion sat back, entranced and amused, while he un­ bent. She lit a cigarette and watched him from under the brim of her hat. It must be the cocktails. He was off like an orator. There was nothing to do but listen, now that the floodgates were open. But would he ever come to the end of his soliloquy? Was he talking sense or nonsense? Angela realized that the man was simply un­ used to voicing his thoughts, although verbose, no doubt, on paper. She had heard vaguely of his books, but had never read anything that he had writ­ ten. After this, she would try to get hold of them and see what they were like. The other people in the room who knew them were watching thejr table with surprise. “Ye gods!” said Johnny to Clare, “Watch Macdyff talking to Mrs, Wy- nant/’ *It’s a miracle. I’d like to know what he’s saying. It would be Mrs. Wynant who would get him to talk.” “Won’t you come with me to the river, Mr. Macduff,” Angela was say­ ing, at the first break in their con- It’s ever keen with one’s work and one’s life,” “Then I can’t understand why you travel around the world on a cruising boat, To escape from people on the Marenia is like trying to dodge bees in a hive.” “I came on a cruising boat because it takes me to out-of-the-way ports ltd never have been able to get to by any other means, Moreover, I’ve found all the isolation I would get at home—at the least possible expense,” Macduff finished, cannilyt Angela sighed and swung her para­ sol, “Sometimes I think one would be happier alone, in a world qf one’s own, The constant give and take of social relations wear one down.” Macduff’s face was loosening in am­ iable lines, and she thought she de­ tected a twinkle through his rimless spectacles. Or was it just the sun on the lens, “I’m thinking that you’re not very happy,” he told her, surprisingly, They went out to the veranda. one versation. “I can’t keep away, the most animated canvas I’ve seen in my life and I’m rather about masses of people.’ ’ “That’s just where you’re different from me,” said Macduff, weighing his decision on whether to go with An­ gela or stay for a liqueur. “No, I won’t. Theresg nothing I dislike so much as human beings, and I find it depressing to look at such thousands mucking about together.” They went out to the veranda and he ordered liqueurs. Angela watched him, wondering if perfect frankness were not the cue in handling Mac­ duff. She leaned towards him. “You are rather a myth on the boat," she laughed, “the man who must not be spoken to. A deep roll of laughter shot sur­ prisingly from his throat. “It’s not on the boat alone—it’s the way I live. “Happy enough, Mr. Macduff, but wandering in my thoughts. To tell you the truth, they’re in England with my husband and my home.” “Tell me about your home.” “I’ve never been able to conjure it up fpr anyone else, although it’s so vivid in my mind. It’s a rambling house with gables, frightfully gn<?ient; ’with hits that hav6 been added on from time to time. The ceilings are low and beamed, and the dormer win­ dows are tucked in odd places under the eaves. It's .filled with pictures, an­ cient and modern, and my dog Jock patters all over -it like a presiding Turk.” Angela stopped abruptly, thinking that she had been lacking in tact and reserve. “Do you live in New York, Mr. Macduff?” “Yes. Have you “Five years ago weeks. I love tearing hurry, to live in it—how does one man- that?” sible city for work, because it’s of the few places in the world where you are left alone if you want to be- I can work better there than any­ where under the sun.” “Perhaps that’s why American wo­ men accomplish so much. I admire them greatly,” “Do you?” “Yes. Don’t you?” Her voice ex­ pressed surprise. “No. They’re scatterbrains—feck­ less creatures. They’re also shocking-; ly vain — spending, spending, every­ thing for clothes and appearances.” “But how stunning they look!” “Like so many dolls in a window. The same eyes, the same lift to their chins, the same way of wearing their clothes, and the same ankles.” “But I can’t imagine a race of wo­ men with better ankles! American women always surprise me afresh with the buoyancy of their spirit. They have such grace—perhaps they are free and have economic independ­ ence. They’re the only women who walk with hope and assurance.” “I don’t approve of them at all.” “Oh dear! What a pity! If I were a man and lived in America, I should admire them very much and fall in love with any number of them. They are intelligent, too. But I see it’s a hopeless argument.” Macduff had lost the thread of the conversation, and seemed . to be stumbling towards an important con­ clusion of his own. He was stand­ ing, looking down at her with an air of gloom. Angela gazed at him soft­ ly and he shifted his weight. The sun was in his eyes, the garden was frag­ rant with blooms, the Union Jacks were still pleasantly warm in his sto­ mach He rubbed the back of his head meditatively and couldn’t imagine why his feet were moving- towards the river. What was the sense of go­ ing to the Ganges with a chance trav­ elling acquaintance? “How delightful of you to come with me to the river, Mr. Macduff.” Angela’s voice was gay with pleasure as she saw him- falling into step. Her companion grunted and pulled on his pipe. “We’ll ride to Tiger Hill together to see the dawn over Mount Everest when we reach Darjeeling,” he an­ nounced, amazed at his own desire to establish a deeper contact with the woman at his sjde. “That will be- splendid,” she told him. flash in the clear water of the tank. It suited her dusky skin. Patty was in a striking green suit. The whistle blew and the contest­ ants were off,, with orange and green in the lead, Clare tore through the water like Australian time with Johnny close to Angela. His face was set in anxious’furrows, for he. felt that the race had something to do with him. Patty won the first heat, Clare the se­ cond; they seemed to be marvellous­ ly paired, Angela sat silent, thinking a goldfish, using the long crawl. Pa^ty made better the American crawl. was perched in a corner Patty was in a striking green suit. THE KING IN PROCESSION TO WESTMINSTER A HEALTH SERVICE OF I THE CANADIAN MEDICAk \ ASSOCIATION AND LlFER‘-~. insurance companies s IN CANADA MILK & ever been there?” I visited it for a it, the excitement, the air—such air! few the But age “My life is as quiet and slow as if I lived on «the tip end of Corn­ wall.” “I don’t see how you can dwell among such glorious skyscrapers and feel that life is quiet and slow. Life can’t be slow in a soaring think I should live on wings York were my home.” “It’s all tosh, the things think of New York. It’s the best pos­ 9 city. I if New people the en- the 4= * The afternoon sun fell in slanting rays over the Indian Ocean, shedding a flutter of gold on water that heav­ ed in a darkening swell. The aquatic sports were about to begin in swimming-pool. Patty, brimful of ergy, was diving repeatedly from highest springboard. “She was born to live in a swim­ ming-suit,” Jenny said, admiringly. “A genuine water-nymph!” Peter remarked, always appreciative of the manifestations of physical perfection. Jenny saw that Clare and Patty were both in the race. It would be interesting to watch the two of them together, for they were evenly match­ ed, in spite of the difference in their ages. Clare was a gifted swimmer, and her speed and form were equal to the best that girls half her age could do. No woman on the boat could compete with her except' Patty. Joan Foster was good, but she slept all day and took most of her swims late at night. Clare was in tangerine, a brillianf LATE KING’S CASKET IN WESTMINSTER HALL by to .The bier of the late King George V in Westmifister Hall a few mo* ments after the royal casket had been plated in position to be viewed, by his mourning subjects. It is expected York from London and rushed that more than 1,000,000 will file past aeroplane and special messenger the bier where the late King lies in state. This picture was radioed to N, Toronto. of Johnny and wondering whom he wanted to win. Clare was leading now, but Patty was creeping up. Every stroke brought her nearer to the fleet orange figure. Patty was breathing. easily and turning in the water with each long stroke... Johnny’s heart was pounding; Clare was losing. .Did he want her to lose? He did not know. Patty was mag­ nificent. He liked the clean sweep of her strokes. He remembered his college days, and his heart went out to* Patty. He knew that she would root for him, but Clare bewitched him. But this was Patty’s, race. She must win! Johnpy’s throat was soapy as it used to be when he tackled at football. Patty won, and, as she touched the of the swimming-pool, he bit his on a shout of jubilation. Angela his suppressed excitement and end lips felt was suddenly sure of something that had puzzled her for weeks. But it was Clare he w6nt over to Speak to, Clare he helped out .of the water. “Good stuff, Patty!” whisper­ ed Johnny as she passed him on her way to the dressing-room. “You, and I’ll have a race pretty soon.” Patty laughed in her throat, tossed her cap and strode on. She felt ro­ bust and happy, as if a dark shadow that had been creeping up on her for weeks had taken to its heels. Clare was also in gay spirits, a step from Peter’s side. She had not cared whether she won or lost; stress did nothing but give one crow’s feet. “Well, that’s over,” she Said. “Pat­ ty’s, like the wind. I admire her form in the water.” “You, -were quite worth watching,, too.” Peter’s voice was warm, and his glance passed over her like a search­ ing flame. “Why didn’t you compete, Mrs. Rumford?” “Oh, I’m a drone,” laughed Jenny. "She’s a lorelei who looks for rocks, to sit on in the sun while she combs her hair,” said Peter. Was Jenny dreaming, or did she catch a look of understanding, the sudden raising of a curtain, between those two? Her heart missed a beat. No, that was absurd. Day-dreams! Clare and Peter had scarcely spoken to each other since they’d come on the boat, except for their chat irt the lounge at Bombay, They all moved out to the deck to dry themselves. “Isn’t the sea strange to-day?” Jen­ ny murmured, after a long silence. “This is the first time since we left the Mediterranean that I’ve seen the water crumpled, or foam breaking .qn the waves.” No one was paying any attention to what she said, ' “This is not place to dry,” said Clare, shivering with Cold, “It’s tbo late, ,The sun’s gone down.” . Jenny was lost in het- thoughts, watching the dying sun in a semi* trance. She would not go below while the sunset lasted. The others, had al­ ready gone; she had not noticed them leaving her. She went down to B deck and along the corridof. Her glance swept by chance towards an alleyway, and her hand went up to mouth to stop the exclamation that sprang’to her lips. (Continued Next Week) Mjlk is such an excellent food that every reasonable precaution should be taken to have it pure and safe. Milk contains so,many of the food essentials that it is almost a mixed diet in itself, Milk should form a large part of the diet right through childhood. The protein of milk is used to build new tissues, and there is no better source of calcium (lime) which is needed for growing bones and teeth. Milk is a desirable food at all ages. A pint of milk a day for each mem­ ber of the family is a fair allowance. Milk is a food, not a beverage, al­ though we receive it in liquid form. Milk is a cheap food, and it is poor economy to cut down on milk in planning the food budget, Milk should come from healthy cows. It is obvious that a sick cow will not produce good milk. Further­ more, there are certain diseases which may be spread from the cow to man. The more' important of these diseases are bovine tuberculosis, septic sore throat and undulant fever. Milk should be handled in a clean­ ly manner by healthy persons. Many of the dangerous disease germs may be spread by milk if milkers and oth­ ers who- handle milk are either dis­ eased or careless. Impure milk is fre­ quently responsible for disease germs gaining an entrance into the human body.. Milk can be made safe. Disease germs are destroyed by heat. Pas­ teurization makes milk safe because the temperature to which milk is raised during pasteurization will des­ troy any disease germs which may have ‘gained entrance to the- milk from the cow or after milking. ■ Pasteurized milk is safe and it is the best kind to use. Where pasteur­ ized. milk cannot be bought, home pasteurization is possible, or the milk may, be boiled or milk powder used. Raw milk should not be used in town, city or country because it is practi­ cally impossible to .be sure of the day-by-day safety of a raw milk sup­ ply. Milk should be used freely by ev­ eryone, but only pure safe milk. 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