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The Signal, 1930-2-27, Page 7THE SIGNAL, G ODov -17-9 SAILO And then she was alone and abs was bold ng the Rowers to het mouth.. . It was so very lovely of him, bemuse they didn't really bloom Cantil the summer. Sweet peas in the winter. . . . HE had seen the white buildings of Bombay rise from the mists of morning and had watched the wind scatter !Ike snow the cherry blossoms of Japan. Twice he had voy- aged to the Black Sea and heard the women singing as they trimmed wheat tls the holds with their wooden shovels, and the trip before he met Emma he had circled Africa. In some ways he was vary wise. He told Emma he was 22. because he was shy about his youth, but. actually. he was 1a and had been at mit five years. He was stocky and wide -shouldered then. with eyes as blue and friendly as a Bummer sky. His sandy hair seemed almost white between the edge of his dark cap and the rich brown of his smooth face. He wore a blue Jersey under his rough serge Jacket and round his waist fastened a wide black belt with a shiny buckle of brass. Strong he looked, lusty and strong and gay, and not fie• years of wide faring and a contact with hidden things could make him anything but a boy. Emma kept a little junk shop in the dock district with her aunt. She was nearly 17 at this time. a thin. pallid - skinned girl with great dark eyes and called aunt or mother indiscriminate - dark hair combed severely back and ly. He had been a street urchin. earn - with her aunt, whose husband had been killed by a falling cargo -hook years before, bequeathing to her the little Junk store out of which she sad Emma made some sort of a poor living. Emma had only been to school • few year.,. but she had never forgotten what she had learned. And she had such ideas. queer Ideas, as she said She had read most of the old books In the store, all of those ou the shilliag shelf and at least half of those on the sixpenny shelf. There were a lot et things she wanted to see and do. She wanted nice clothes. Rhe wanted to see the country, trees. hills, fresh grass. A girl she knew had once spent a weekend in the country and she said it was wonderful, so big and glorloua after the pavements, the smoke, the cabs and horses, the sailors, docks and ships. But Emma doubted It she could ever go. She had to watch the store all the time and on Sunday afternoons, when they closed, she had to stay with her aunt. The sailor told her how he had ao recollection of his mother or father at all; bow It seemed he had Just [brown up in half a dozen homes, among many women, whom he had tied with • red bow. She wore • skirt of black ototh and cheap white cotton blouses with short sleeves that be- trayed the pathetic horniness of her arms Ordinary enough she war. Ing a few pennies by turning somer- sault, and walking on his hands out- side the dock gates where the sailers would watch him. Then he had Joined a gang of young toughs terrorising Only her eyes, and her lips, with their strangely sweet curve. saved her from utter mediocrity. Her voice was reedy. somewhat uncertain at times. but bearing already a hint of the richness and depth that was to oome to 1t. Perhaps 1t was some dim feeling of bar potential qualities that made the young sailor, entering the store to buy some knack -knack, remain to baster and alk. to lean his elbows on the scarred old oounter, a cigarette smok- ing between his brown fingers. his flushed face turned eagerly towards bar, with the eyes dancing and blue and bright beneath the level brows. Merchants and, finally. when he was fourteen, he had gone away os a /hip boiled for India. Like a fairy tale It was to Emma and she would listen starry-eyed and forgot to pluck at her blue apron. Emma did net particularly Wks him at first. So many sailors tried to make love to her. She was a little terrified of them. but because she war alone with her aunt. and her aunt spent her days in a big wicker chair mumbling to herself by the window that overlooked a barrenness of brick well, and was. therefore, quite helpless and pathetic. Emma conjured from nowhere a quite defiant braaennesa to hold between herself and the rough men from the sea. It war small encouragement the young sailor had that first time, when he stopped In the store to banter with Emma. She answered him shortly. He shrugged. made a wide gesture of farewell. laughed so that his teeth were a white flash across hla fan, and. straightening, he mads for the door, all the arrogance of youth 1n One Sunday. a week before he was to sail again, he met Emma's aunt. The old lady had been growing more and more curious and disturbed over the regular visitor to the More, and her sharp, querulous voice had more Huta once called Emma when the sailor and she were silent for too long. looking at each other la one of those sudden and mysterious pauses in their talk. It sou a nervous time when they were called to together to see the aunt. Emma leading the way and her heed locked 1n his to en- courage him. GODERICH, ONT. UMW, /M! " 1111111.4 • —By Albeit Richard Wetjen Blush -wed by REX MAXON No had brought her triI to /rote e11 seer the world ... sUks /rete bale ... a slsagsl/keest shawl from Port &Wel • . . gling towards them. They sat thus a long time, their hands locked, the lazy summer sun warm upon them through the tree shadows, the birds singing and the butterflies dancing across the f leads. Emma picked some swept peas be- fore she went. The little man said she could take all she could carry, so she filled her arms. She loved sweet peas. she said. She had al- ways loved them. Many, many times in the summer when the flower -girls had passed along by the store site had taken pennies from her little stock and bought a spray to cherish and watch. And the Malloy nodded. because In his heart there had growls a warm understanding of tits girt. the memory or whose eyes and lips had turned him from a deep -water man's More debauch to sober, sweet weeks of love. A Trip to the Country r' HE old lady sat by the window that overlooked the drab brick wall of the nest building. She stared at the sailor for long momenta while he stood, flushed and awkward. Inside the door. At the last she told him to sit down and Emma would make him looms tea, and then she asked him about himself. about his ship. and If he ever drank. and was it true there was talk of a sailors' strike. He answered nervously. fiddling with his rap until she told him he could light a 'cigarette, and then he felt better and regained something of his eternal his wide shoulder[ and the set of his smile. At the lot, after he had drank head. He found before he stepped Emma tea, and told with his eyes Into the street, blew back a kin, and how wonderful it was, he summoned then he war gone- the courage to ark 1f he mightn't take With • little relieved nigh Emma Emma out that afternoon when the hurtled back to her aunt. who was I store was closed. Emma stood still, ailing for something or other. Emma her eyes upon her aunt. who. In melte sou surprieed several times that day of Emma'■ expectations, seemed to take the question very coolly. She thought then It would be ail right, but Emma must be home before dark, and where did they Intend to go? Emma could wear the skirt and blouse she had made over for her from her own last good dress, and she already had a new hat contrived, only the last week. out of some pieces and an old teems. It would be well, too, to ask to discover she was thinking of bright end friendly eyes. blue mirrors in a rich brownness. She sighed • little. He had been eo young and gay. It was a pity, she decided with a curt little nod, that they had to start drink- ing like the older men. Emma had ',ved all her life in the dock district and had kept the store for her aunt ver since the had been thirteen and 'eft school. She was very wise. And .alliin 'Mrs. Ansett, the neighbor next door, -hs would never marry a Ito drop in every hour or era and see Their Budding Romance lir aid was all right. They left the store. very self-con- scious. and they walked stiffly and quite far apart to the corner, where they caught the bus. They rode 1n dead ellence for a long time and then Emma said It was very -him of him to take her Into the country. He held her hand then and they sat with - sandy hair, aa If perplexed. He said something and Emma nodded. He put out his hand, hesitattng. and af- ter • little pause she laid hers within it. Their fingers tightened almost hurriedly, fell apart, and then from the Inner room came the querulous voice of the little old lady and for some reason they both laughed and Emma told him to bring his bag 1n and that her aunt would be glad to sed him. It was • wonderful night. They had a small fire burning In the iron grate. Emma laid the little white - scrubbed able wadi the best table- cloth. Her aunt Instated that the glassware and chinaware she was saving In the big mahogany chest must be used to -night, and Emma pro- duced some fine big napkin she had made herself while he had been gone. In the midst of these preparations ha talked mostly to her aunt, but his eyes followed Emma and they were troubled. She was so very sonfldent and assured now, not like the thin. pallld-skinned girl he had left. It made his heart skip beats when she put on a white apron to cook din- ner, when her dark hair wlsped stout her white ears and sometimes got in her eye.. when the heat from the broken iron stove lifted an even brighter red to her cheeks and seemed to make her glow. It brought an ache to his throat to watch her move, every motion graceful now. easy, lithe, natural. And more than once he caught her watching him, her brows lifted a little, her lips parted, something queerly speculative and warm In her eyes. He would have given the world to have put his arms about her then and feel her head upon his shoulder. After Long Absence HE thought he was a man, as Emma thought site was • woman. grown-up and wise, but the little white-haired. red-cheeked host of the old Inn, who watched them go off across the fields to catch the bus home, knew they were only children He sailed with the midnight tide the next Saturday. bound for Port Said, Zanzibar, Karachi, Ceylon and Rangoon. Nine months away. They said good -by and, then, almost with- out meaning to. they leaned towards each other and their lips touched. HE appeared next morning, looking rather shy. He bought some odds nd ends which he quite obviously had no use for, and then tried to lean at mow on the counter and banter aa he had done before. Emma watched ham .•urionaly for a while, and some of the wee rineea went out of her eyed• out speaking again until It was time Iter all. he looked so clean and big and friendly. She huger to talk with get off that bus and catch another. him, answer him at length After a They were out of the houses •t lad while be eat on the counter and she and running along a wide road be- at opposite him. not without some tween trees and hedges. And there ,misgivings, trolling tremulously and was a hint of blue hills In the Ms - plucking et the corner of her blue tance and beyond the trees there were apron with quick, nervous fingers. He kept his face averted for the most part, watching hie finger trace a pat- tern en the seemed wend. and she thought It would are nice to stroke his malt. She was quite ashamed of her- eelf for thet and elmost blushed. He returned every day after that. ..nmetImee came twice a day. and they had long teaks Always. They ware both very young end the hardness of life had touched them. Yet they were eager for understanding, for sympethy. They were vary lonely and life had asamred quite without meaning or aim until they had met. But now, for femme, the grimy little *ton was transformed and she no longer hated It. And for him there was no Inner pleasure in drinking with the men le the ban and bantering with the hard - fared garb who hung atoned the shipping offiee.. limnia told him of her father's death at sea, et her mother's emoted mar- riage be a ITitchmas, who had taken ►er sbroad to Live. Mamas was lett He turned abruptly and went. his face crimson. and she ran to the door and leaned against the lintel and looked after him, her eyes Marry and dreaming. He turned at the corner. was still for a moment, and then he lifted nis hand to wave. Her own band fluttered, and she called, so faint not even those who were passing at that moment could hear her. "Good -by, sailor, . .. Good -by . . ." He wrote from Port Said and Karachi and he had a letter from her •t Rangoon. Very stiff and polite were these messages, badly spelled and w:ltten, but hb found a haven In the finest of the sandalwood boxes on the able of special treasures, while for hers he spent long hours making a neat little wallet of Spanish half -hitching with twin hearts, arrow - pier -ed. painted carefully outside In red. It seemed an age to both of them before he returned, though the inter- vening months gave them brave W.tons and long minutes of sudden reverie which were very, very sweet. When he at last cams home. he seemed bigger, gentler. and yet a little more serious than he had ever been. Emma was queerly different, too. more shapely, glowing, her great eyes twin stars. She had put up her hair by now and lowered her skirts and a new poise and confidence were here. her such things before. such costly things. She was afraid to take them. not for what they might Imply but because she would not know what to do with them and they must have cost him so much. most of his wages perhaps. But he laughed and gestured widely. What would he do with them 1f she refused them? He had searched the shops and bazaars for her. She would never know how many streets and alleys he had tramped looking for gifts within roach of his pocket. Nor tow much the memory of her lips and eyes had helped him to spend his money that way Instead of with his shipmates in the waterfront bars. No, she would never know that. But she must take the gifts. He took her hand at last. shyly still but with • trace of firmness. and on one finger he put the ring of hammered gold with the pearl blister mounted be- tween a snake's Jaws. And then, and because the flush was In her cheeks again and the looked very lovely. he kissed her, trembling and afraid as she was, trembllpg and afraid aa he was himself. And nothing else mat- tered. Life was very wonderful. The dim and dusty Ilttle Junk absorbed the whole world and all the things within It were as bright and golden as the treasures of a great palace. The little aunt in the back room was quer- ulous no more for she had a warm new blanket for her knees and feet, her cennister of tea was always tilted. there was always something for Emma to cook now and there was no need to worry if a day passed and there were no customers. A Wonderful Night THEY sat down to eat at last. Emma kept her eyes on her plate and ate quite mechanically and grow quite confused once when he asked her If she would like any salt. Hs had no recollection of eating at all. He could not take his eyes from Emma. The Ilttle aunt sat huddled 1n her chair, her eyes dimmer now, watching first one and then the other and sipping between times at her tea cup and nibbling her biscuit. She complained querulously at teat that they were both so -quiet folks would think he hndn't. been away nine months for All they were saying. At which Emma's ears went pink end the sailor hurriedly be- gan to talk of some member of the crew who had (ellen down • hatchway In Port Said. Very professional he was. And en unusual twinkle panned for a moment A.'ross the old lady's eyes. There WAS the washing up then and they grew easier and laughed at Intervale quite naturally while he wiped the dishes she passed to him. Until their .hand, began to touch and once when they both hent M, pick up something the had dropped. their cheeks brushed one against the other and they grew suddenly quiet again, until the sailor reused himself, at 1f he remembered something. and, picking up his sea -bag. played It on the tank and began to let go the boat -•Acing which held its mouth to- gether. Emma brought the red -shaded oil -lamp closer and watched his hands as they ripped the knots apart, brown and strong with blue tattooing on their backs. Wonderful hands. she thought. He was en big and brave and friendly. Then she was lost In delight. He had brought her tribute frork all the world. Whaley teeth and sharks' Jaw*: carved ebony boxes; silks from India; tea from Ceylon, a magnificent ehewl from Port Reid. and, lastly, a ring of hammered gold with a solitary pear•ehap rt peer) blister )nnunted In * .n*ke'e jeays. She clasped her handl together end Paid soft little words and her eyes shone with the wonder of it all. And yet she was afraid. No man Mgt ever brought miles of clear green grans. Emma He appeared. In the doorway of the .at enthralled and the sailor lard I store toward% evening, when the for long minutes, to halt turn at In- I shadows were gathering and the light tervab and Meal tilde glances at her beginning to glow serosa the wet pavements and muddy streets. Straight from the ship and the docke he Sled, come, the old smile on his lips and his eyes bluer and more friendly than ever In the tan of his face. Emma wee busy at the counter serving a custemer, and It was not until the man flung down a silver coin, and turned to go that she looked up. And then she was dill. And the sailor WAX still. The customer had to push him Impatiently aside to reach the street, but neither of them noticed that. In the store these two looked at each other for • long time. And then Emme'e hand fluttered, stirred Juet the emslieet hit Against her Apmn and the eAilnr roused ■n from • dream end rams slowly (nr- bard. He took off his wet hap and with a smile tae his fingers throngb his rapt exprea*Ion. Far outside the city. where the bus - line ended, they got off and went through a hedg' to wander along ■ footpath meandering scrolls the fie1As. They picked flowers, little spots of color epitnkling the green. Emma laughed at the antics df a squirrel and murmured awestruck little exclama- tions when she found a tiny nest with two little blue ogee Inside It. So they wandered and wandered until they came to a dusty highroad And found • sleepy old Inn with • white-haired, rd-cheeked little man smoking • short clay pipe by • table enfalde the door. They drank teen glesees of milk eaoh and set on a Mach *satinet the Inc wail and stared, half -sleepy new. at the fields over whish they had come. with the dark green hedges ntt•s-erweslag everywhere and the footpath like a this brows snake wrtg- he came to the old famlllar street. and he was afraid. "Never Until Summer" THERE was the little junk store with the windows all boarded up. The rain was cold in his face age and skies were sullen and the wind was a blustery moan In the chimneys. He leaned on the door and tried to peer through the dusty glow. He hammered and called. But there was so sound answered him tee sound at all except the soft hush-hush of the rain and the wlr.d moaning in the - chimneys still. First the aunt diad. said the neigh - bore. And than ..,ere was • child, a buy. so squall and pink. And he had died, too There had been no money and it was herd to false • sick child. He .ould enderatand that. She acted sort of auecr towards the last. - . - Always stsr'ang In the doorway and staring down the street. as if she ex- pected to see • gimlet. She got thin- ner and thinner then. as if something Inside her wad burning her up. And at last she died too. And the store was closed. No, they had no Idea what had become of a sandalwood box with letters inside and sweet peas dried and pressed between the letters_ No, that was all they knqew. First the aunt, then the hoy. add then the young woman. The parish had buried her. they did not know where. The sailor went away. He was like a dead man, the nelghborr said, dead or his feet. stumbling, rocking, talk - Ing to himself. his face the color of ashes. He went away and,. he both- ered them no more He was drunk for weeks, for months perhaps. He never remembered himself. He lost count of time. loot track of every- thing. He existed in a gray hark a sick and aching mist. He would have died, he knew, but towards the last. one night when the wind was a howling torrent and the rain heat like gravel agalnat the windows, Emma came to hien. She came to his dingy dusty room with the bottles on the table and his clothes all stained and rumpled on the chair. And she stood beside him and talked to him and smoothed his hair, and he could feel her hand so cool and eon against his burning skin. She told him he war very. very foollab, because she loved him and It hurt her to see film as he was. She had his flowers still. see! the same little spray he had given her In the winter though they never bloomed until summer. He must be brave now, because she under- stood everything . . . She was very sweet and lovely: And her eyes were dark stars and her lips when she kiss- ed him were sit and warm. . . And when last she left him, smiling ever her shoulder, he wise well again. There Is a captain In the east. the master of a five thousand ton freight- er. His halt 1s a slivery white be- tween the dark edge of his uniform cap and the rich tan of his face. His eyes are somber and blue, and mouth Is grim, with lines graven deep each side of It. He is famous In the annals of the sea for many things. for his cold daring. his Indifference to women. his unshakeable determina- tion once he has set his hand to a task. He le a man of Iron. silent, strong, dispassionate, hardly human. his fellow captains say—and they ought to know. Hut according to his steward he has two pecularitles. He will never al- low sweet peas to be placed on his able and if. by chance, he finds suede flowers, in a bouquet or In a garde& he will always remark, very gently. "They never bloom until summer, you know. Isn't that right? Never uaUI summer." Only at such,tlm.s la he known to smite He thinks hs 1s a man but he Is really only a child, Just nineteen years old. . (Copyright. 19101 Oporto. And then, when he came home, he would go to the navigation school and take his ticket. It would M summer when he returned, and the skies would be blue and the trees In leaf and they would have glorious days In the country until the time came when he must go. He would be an officer then, earn- ing more, better able to keep her. They would buy a tlny oottage on the cliffs some day, not too far from the city, and the would be able to watch the ships pass up and down and perhaps, when he was a captain, me his flag dipped In salute to her. All this he told her. and all this they saw agalnat the darkness. and the dream was good and lay warmly on the heart. But still she cried and whispered in his ear. She was so tor- rifMd. How could he leave her new? Four months! Only four months! But four months was an age. They parted at last and Emma stood fixing her hair, her eyes wet, but smiling. He must go. she knew, and she would not have him remember her any way but happy. There was a ttgbtnese In her breaat and • mysteri- ous little chili beneath her heart. but her voice was gay when she spoke to him again. Hard to Understand Sailing Away Again er HE whole place seemed wakened` 1 to a strange and thrilling activity, what with the salloc ,poming and go - Ing, his tanned face laughing In the doorway, his pleasant voice calling Emma, or her aunt. They had fixed up a place for him In the dusty little attic that was half-filled with Junk, and It was very comforting to have a man round the house again. The old lady sometimes thought it wasn't very proper but then they were both young and life was a long and dreary thing and Emma was grown up. HE took her cheeks between his palms and kissed her. He squeez- ed her little chin, smoothed back her cloud of dark hair, and if there war a tightness inside his own breast his laugh did not betray It, though noth- ing could keep the shadow from his blue and friendly eyes. Only four months. Why, nothing could happen in that time. And one last gift, a very special gift because he was going away. He placed between her wondering hands the little ,pray of sweet peas he had searched the city for and her eyes brimmed over. H. had remembered then how she had loved them. re- membered that day, so long ago it seemed, when she had walked with him through the fields, her arms filled Emma was always laughing these days laughing and singing. She had quite a talent for singing and even without a piano she could go over quite a list of songs. especially those she heard at the ehowi where her seil•,r was Aiwa), taking her. He seemed to he possessed of some devil where money was concerned for he spent It without thought. This woe. "Good hy, senor cart -by Emma v,metimr+. fiat sir would eche months went on. She heard Thus, even ,lf she seem on • loyal only laugh and bit. ,her and for • from him from Napl.y and the tet• kr.•I at the morimpact, a 30 fooE. while then Ahe would forget about it. ter went to Mtn threes other an the '+ *er wenoal twix on the toil:hot t special :Ave might break aboard •a ,resit He bought her a new coat as proof treAeure+. She- hfromm Arfi+ln whose-0eck *1' cnnsideiuply higher. against the rains and winds a solo- (rem Alalia An,hot she knethan hr �Alsq, the c ousel 1 u"t Iracrns+ 1 1• on ter: he bought her A new crena and would noon be home. She er,• arnn,le, ;use 1�ve,r ,ke••I wh..n she encounters • • hat: and a tiny chain of gold with for long inert, shiny -eyed, he,..I 1*.1 huge wave. If mho IA tenvelling at }r a emAll locket for het throat. Some- times Emma thought Ahe would die from true much happineAA. BIG OCEAN WAVES REACH FIFTY FEET Reports of Hundred -Foot Walls of Water Are Exaggerations DYRING the lax(' few weeks we have heard many accounts a< immense waves, often described a with flowers from the old country innby paseengereon ships as being. any• But here was the talo and the chill thing from RO-febt to 100 feet high. wind outside and Aweet pees didn't bloom until summer. Did they now. They never bloomed until summer. he must forgive her for crying now but 1t was so good of him. She knew how hard it had been to find then[ and they mutt have coat him so much. Sweet peas In winter' They stood locked for long minute's in the doorway, the windy rain blow - Ing unheeded over them And the cart• wheels slurring by in the mud outside. And then she was alone and there was a moving shadow down the street And she was holding the flowers to her mouth with one hand while the other fluttered in the night and file rain beat upon her. It was so very lovely of him, becaute they didn't really bloom until the Bummer. Did they now? Sweet peAs in the winter She whispered to herself long after the ah:+itow hal gone from the street and her 1hand still fluttered. ArtuaHy, however. It is udlukely that the greatest height reached by a' wave is more than s0 feet. People on a large vessel. with • deck level NI feet above the water- line, naturally assume, when •a mays ,reacheb twenty dr so. feet ,shove the deck level, that. the height' of the wave moot be About 3e, feet. They arra wtottf-` (lir two rra*oni. ' • Anyone . who hse seen a vessel plowing through even a relatively '- calm era will herr nntlrt•Q thud *he y pile's up a felrly largo bow wavy. But , If she is running Into , storm. the Initial ware will be higher and move Against her with'.eonsud,,•rahre force, ft will dash Into the air like aura clothing against a sea-wall. preened heneeth her ear , w little old lady in the chair nodded to good Spred she tends to thrtrst.lnto the hermit end dreamed too, and a eff!Ln41' ('•rive. litr•rslly' "burrowing)' and tak- - golden shadow germed to hover abn r" trig tons o1 ai:drr.. As the wive that' The little old aunt was happy too the house. was aisMn' upthe end cru her and laughed to herself a great dial, I Rut the evemowathe went on end nh1 i, i' fir wind Rrew warm agree. lit tire. front comes up again. throw9ng 'tot ever ally on those ra•,nings when huddrrl sand leafed. stir •wee (real water on to her deck wild- causing Emma eqd her sailor stayed home. iclimbed over the trellis near the little +Re, tint mike.. people thick She would Inalet on going to bed early Inn on the dimity Aety road across the In' then and the could, by straining her I fields Slowly the golden shednw 111/ed sowers of tremendous height must hatle from the house. And EMMA could not •hit the veaeel. Eixlrrta consider that. .w1 feet from trough to crest is a considerably Rrenter height than a wore could oa- 'everyone was glad and no one minded saved him. He could write, she i n,hly Attain. Moat Avler. Pay the the rain end the wind ell blustery In I thought. He could always write One dull ears hear from the other side of er r .e (uisderatand, not even when they tu)d h ed plinth curtain soft whisper- 'r hie ship had gone down off Fin - South Africa en 'the vessel that het! Ings and softer laughter. And b leasers and that '1e had been taken to O° Id be enouBut the I g g rr•,Meet height , 1s between 30 feet the chlmneys outside. I little wordd wnu gh. They were married week hetero months, went on and on and Emma I forgot hew to Mulch, aqd when her he sailed i+galn. When he said geed- aunt died that Autumn she forgers how by, EmmA wept She was so afraid, to cry. ., ,Year before he came home. so very much *fralel. And then hl* I HA wee litin and gaunt sand pole and voice wee low and strong and firer wa• MttetnwM In fila eyes Ahe soothing, and his arm tightened her would never have known He had Man to film and he kissed her wet eye*, In a Cape Town hospital. too sick to and her trembling floe. Nothing to' Ape*k or move and staring mutely at the wide c.iling w•Ilh pain wrarking be sfrald of, aweethe*rf. Nothing at film and his mb .1 Ar1fUAR When hr all. stood at last and his thoughts took Only four menthe this time to he I coherent shape he wee med. madder awayfrom her. A siert voyage to than he had Men when his hrain ran I clot *ftwr the wreck" And there was Naples and Marseilles, to Malta and a .1.111 under hie heart when at iast and MI feet, except in.'lhe Atrrteti Of eat•( between Cape Town and Aus- tralia. generally consitered the rough - eat "telt of ocean In the world.—Tat• .� Bits. POOR WOMEN! ONE of the lawn of Tibet is that married women must not make themselves attractive to men Therm fore they Mester their faces with a Mark paste. • 0 •