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The Wingham Advance Times, 1929-12-12, Page 6wiq WINGHAM ADVANCE -TIMES. Thursday, December 12th, 19213' Wingham Advance -Times, Published at WINGHAM - ONTARIO Every Thursday Morning W. Logan Craig, Publisher Subscription rates -- One year $2.00. Six months $i.00, in advance. To U. S. A. $n.5o per year. Advertising rates on application. Wellington Mutual • Fire Insurance Co. Head .Office, Guelph, Ont, Established 1840 • Risks taken on all class of insur- ance at reasonable rates. AI3NER COSENS, Agent, Wingham J. W.DODD Office in Chisholm Block FIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENT AND HEALTH INSURANCE — AND REAL ESTATE P. 0. Box 360 Phone 240 WINGHAM, ONTARIO 1 W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan Office—Meyer Block, Wingham Successor to Dudley Holmes R. VANSTONE BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, ETC. Money to Loan at Lowest Rates Wingham, - Ontario J. A. MORTON BARRISTER, ETC. Wingham; Ontario DR. O. H. ROSS DENTIST Office Over Isard's Store H. W. COLBORNE, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Medical Representative D. S. C. R. Successor to Dr. W. R. Hambly Phone 54 Wingham DR. ROBT. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (ENG.) L.R.C.P. (Lond.) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. R. L. STEWART Graduate of University of Toronto, .Faculty of Medicine; Licentiate of the 'Ontario College of Physicians and Surgeons. Office in Chisholm Block Josephine Street. Phone 29 DR. G. W. HOWSON DENTIST Office over John Galbraith's Store. F. A,•PARKER OSTEOPATH' .� . All Diseases Treated Office Adjoining residence next to, Anglican Church on Centre Street. • Sundays by appointment, Osteopathy Electricity Phone 272, Hotel's, 0 a.rn. to 8 p.rn, 1 A. R. & F. E. DUVAL Licensed Deugl.ess Practitioners Chiropractic and Electro Therapy. Graduates of Canadian Chiropractic College, Toronto, and National Col- lege, Chicago. Out of town and night calls res- ponded to. All business confidential. Phone; 601-13. J.ALVIN FOX Registered Drugless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC AND DRUGLESS PRACTICE ELECTRO -THERAPY Hours: 2-5, 7-8, or by appointment. Phone 191. J. D. McEWEI LICENSED AUCTIONEER Phone 602r14. Sales of Farm Stock and Imple- ments, Real Estate, etc., conducted with satisfaction and at moderate charges. THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A thorough knowledge of Perin Stock Phone 231, Wingham 1: ,a«. 4: WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE Palmyra Tree, aboard the yacht Rainbow, is startled by seeing a hand thrust through the port of her cabin. She makes a secret investigation and discovers a stowaway. She is disap- pointed in his mild appearance and tells him so. Obeying his command to glance at the door—she sees a huge, fierce, copper -hued man --with a ten inch knife held between grinning lips! Burke, the stowaway, explains that it is a joke. But Palmyra is shaken. Next day, Burke and the. brown pian go up on deck. The stowaway entertains them with wild tales of an adventuresome life -which his listeners refuse to believe! Palmyra spends more and more time with the stowaways to avoid John and Van, but when . the stow- aways are put ashore at Honolulu she decides she loves Van. The night the engagement is announced the Rainbow hits a reef. In the ex- citement which follows John rescues both Van and Palmyra—but Palmyra thinks it is Van who saved her. After three days spent on the un- inhabited island, a sail is sighted. It proves to be Ponape Burke! Burke contrives to get Palmyra on board his boat alone—and the boat is un- der way before anything can be done! Thurston is frantic and plans to save Palmyra, although there seems no possible way. Meanwhile Ponape tells Palmyra he is going to the Isle of Tauna with her. Burke has to put her ashore on an island, as a Japan- ese man-of-war is sighted and it would be dangerous to have her aboard. Olive swims to the island and joins Palmyra. She is in fear of the brown man. Olive and Palmyra swim to anoth- er island, from which Palmyra sec- retly sends a note for aid. Burke's ship approaches the island. Palmyra and Olive sail in a canoe, evading both Ponape's ship and the Japanese Gunboat Okyama, which. has lier friends on it. Olive risks his life to get water for Palmyra. Ponape Burke makes desperate pur- suit of Olive and Palmyra, even op- ening fire on them. Now read on-- 7tr CHAPTER KI Olive marched proudly up the sands, the girl in his arms a dead burden. The rifle fire, as was to have been 1 expected, had brought the villagers running from their thatches. Scarce- ly had the brown`' man emerged out of the sea than these Micronesians were swarming down. Excited voic- les filled the air, '"O-lee-vay—O-lee- i'f ay-0-lee-vayl" RICHARD B. JACKSON AUCTIONEER Phone 613r6, Wroxeter, or address R. R. 1, Gerrie. Sales conducted any- where and satisfaction guaranteed. George Walker, Gorrie, can arrange dates. DRS. A. 1 & A. W. IRWI +I DENTISTS Office ;MacDonald 131oek, Wingham A. J. WALKER. RNITtJRE AND I+UNEtt.iA.L SERVICJ A, •J. Walker icensed 'Funeral Director and iinbalmer. 1hotie 109. Res, Phone 244 test L%rntsusine Funeral Coach. Se this, then, was where he could bring her, the home of his people, the place of his own abode. Here were people moving abouts' brown men, yellow men, white men; the last in white clothing and white Ishoes, with white pith helmets pull- ed down over their noses to keep out the glare of the white sand. And here was even a white woman, who popped her head out a window like ;a cuckoo out of a clock. And there, most astonishing of alt,. not five feet away and as real as life itself, stood John Thurston, And he gazed at her sorrowfully and said, in the strangest voice' "Palm Tree! Oh, oh, Palm l" It was not t un it t fifteen hours after the brown man had restored Palmyra Tree to the world of the living that she once more opened her eyes. Then in a half -waking fright, she reared herself up with a cry of "Olivet". The next moment she found her- self in her mother's arias. When she roused again, several hours later, the Crawfords were at the bedside with her mother and: fa th er. Palmyra sat up abruptly- with t� the question; "Where have they gatPon- ape Burke?" The four lookedfrom one to an- other, hesitated. At her first awakening the girl had been told : liow the Okayama, had brought her people into this harbor on the search. "You, you don't mean. , " She paused, incredulous. "You don't mean the gunboat was right here•. when :1 catt'te and didn't steam out' to catch him?" ,She saw that this unbelievable thing. was true IThexpectedly, site sprang to her feet,: "Where's Olive?" IIer vc+iee ranigsharp, frightened, But Olive himself was asleep. Her father began to- explain. "The Pigeon of Noah is an American ves- sel. . . ." "And there's been so much friction between Japan and America," inter- jected the mother,. "Anel Commander Sakanioto was sure if he seized the schooner on the high seas it would get into the Am-, erican papers wrong and stir up more misunderstanding, and ill will, , . " "So, my dear," finished Constance Crawford, "you were sacrificed to the ends of diplomacy, The Jap, finding you safe, decided the lesser evil was to let Burke escape." "Dr, Crife's just had • a long talk with Olive," said Mrs, Crawford. Dr. Crife of the mission was their host. The girl exclaimed in astonishment. "He can, he can talk to hint? He can understand him?" She seemed hardly to believe. So utterly, with her, had the :brown pian been beyond reach of words, it had seemed no one, with Ponape :Burke gone, could ever bridge that gap be- tween Babel's most diverse languages. "And to think," cried Constance, "they got the letter all wrong. Made us ,believe poor Olive, who was be- ing so wonderful, was a villain." The color flooded Palmyra's cheeks in the intensity of her interest. "But this particular pastor couldn't explain clearly,"said the father,. "and the Jap, misled by your name, didn't understand at all. What Olive really writes is to beseech, in Jehovah's name, that whatever friends get the. letter hurry with `arms and many boats to a named island, there to help him save. . . ." "Dr. Crife says there's absolutely' no question about that word 'save'," put in Constance. "Help him save the high chief young lady Palintree," The girl settled back among her pillows. Tears welled into her eyes. "It was enough that I should have wronged Mm," she said, "It is un- thirik'able you all should have been guilty of this crowning misconcep- tion." She shifted uneasily; lay forsome time in silence, gazing through the window. "If they hadn't bungled the letter," she said at last wearily, "I should have been spared mush: And if you hadn't let Ponape Burke escape, I shouldn't now be in danger still." ' At last. Palmyra could talk to Olive: After all these days and years and centuries of silence, they two, by the intervention of Dr. Crife, had been made articulate. She learned that the brown man served Ponape Burke ina debt of gratitude; the saving of his life. He had for this white rascal a sort of love, but no sort of respect. Great souls must, of their nature, suffer petty tyranny. And Olive—often, ac- cording to his lights; regretting, dis- approving; always palliating—follow- ed the despicable little Panope. She learned that Olive had not known Burke rneant to abduct her.`' And she found that in the beginning he had thought it, not an abduction, but an elopment. Only when thee schooner got under way did he perceive that this was no adventure of Palinyra's own choice. Only when she did not soon begin to smile through 'her tears asmany a native girl night have done, did •he realize how terrible to her the sit- uation, Olive's first thought was that the! girl would feel safer with a weapon; also that she might possibly need one, As he dared not give her the knife in daytime, he had dropped it through the skylight, When the. Japanese gunboat passed them so cruelly by,Qiive had been as eager as she to attract attention. But he had 'known .the distance too great, As regarded Jaluit he had not gone there because it was so obviously the place he should have gone. Burke was sure to try ,that lagoon first, This much Dr. Crife could read for. her: Incarnate there before this island- er's eyes on the Rainbow, she had been not unlike a goddess; a being— as indeed she was—from .another world. A high white princess, called for the stately life-giving palm and crowned with hair of flame, she had condescended to him withblankets when a brown creature was in mis- ery with thatinost terrible of things —cold. ' Olive was not in love with Palm - Tree. One does not consider oneself privileged to fall 'in love with a god- dess. But from the deck at her feet, inti- rmately yet afar, he had gazed up at her—fascinated. If Palmyra now knew how Olive felt toward her, she was far from knowing how she felt toward Olive. And if her only difficulty with Van Duren Rutger had been a reluctance to give him pain, she found every difficulty' with John Thurston. Van hiniself had made things easy. Returning to the mission at a late hour the third night he • had come upon Olive prowling 'about With a rifle. "Ponape is not -dead," the brown titan had explained simply. But that which others looked upon as a touching manifestation of devo- tion, Van chose to regard with sus- picion. "Sakarnoto .shall know of this," was his comment. Palmyra had been so incensed that, there and then, she had broken the engagement. ' . Van's dismissal placed him •in that position wherein a weak pian not in- frequently lack moral courage to turn upon his real rival. He must find an easier target for his resent- ment, Thus Van, without in the least perceiving why, had remained amiable toward Thurston, but devel- oped an ugly spite .against this than of darker skin. But if Palmyra had Erred herself of Van, she could 'not free herself of that which withheld her from Thurston. Back there in the canoe, in her mo- ment of revelation, sle had yearned to meet him once more, face to face, that she might tell h'itii the truth, But now that, astonishingly, she had •a^ wakened into the old life, she found herself quite unready to step up to hiaaa with any such confession. She willed to love John Thurston; she did;iove John Thurston. 'Batt be- tween' them was the brown inan Olive, and, leering froth behind his elbow, the face of Ponape Burke. Concerning Olive she tried to• just- ify herself on the ground of gratitude, Never had a girl More reason to be grateful. Was it not' natural she should.bc eager to take him presents, to sit in his house, 'questioning, to find herself hour by hour more cur- ious concerning him, more interested in him than in any other living being? Oddly 011ough—or rather, naturally enough—it did not come to her for some, time to asic whether she might be in love with this brown anan,,Then the idea struck like an unexpected blow. She was stunned. At first she put the thought from her in abhorence. But in the still hours of ,the night it came: back again and again. Could she indeed be in love with Olive? • 'Was it, possible. for an American girl, under any cir- cumstances whatever, to fall in love with a man of darker race? She shuddered to think others might believe this thing of her. She avoided Olive, kept to her, room, She struggled to analyze her emotions, to weigh them dispassion- ately. And, honestly striving, she was at last able to say of herself that, in no 'sense, could she be accused of loving him. Not for long did she findthe ai1- sWer. Then it came like release from a prison cell. She was in love, not with Olive himself, but with his at- tributes. • She wanted to love. John' for the true manliness that was 'his.' But, alas, those splendid qualities the two possessed in common had come to seem the .personal qualities of Olive alone.. She remembered how he had gone after •the shark with the. knife . . and conquered. , . . The sun was less than an hour high when Palmyra, as she had done for several mornings now, descended the winding stairway hewn in the hill- side from the mission direct to the. street of the town. Island life was already astir. The girl was addressecl by an old woman, "Pleasy you," said ' this crone in E,nglisll, "you conte for look for see' ve'y fine Pingelap mat. You like. WO" rnttch for bty," She would have refused, but now - she caught a glimpse of Van <ap- proaching, Several times he' hadi,' trapped her into painful °interviews,. But this morning she could use thel. ancient dame, as a ,aping, listener, to, keep Van silent. "Where is your 'ouse?"' the girl' asked tentatively. The thatch toward which thecrone' pointed stood conspicuously. Im-: mediately against one side was the water and a small wharf of coral fragments by which the traffic of the • town went to the anchorage. A. close on the inland side was the road:: and, opposite, the trading establish. ment of a white man and the high concrete wall of the Japanese COM-- pound, The hoose was quite by; itself on the water ;side of the liig'hways. yet immediately in the center of vi1-1 lage life. Van now came sauntering up andl. Palmyra indicated this place. "Come 011," she invited. "My old' lady is taking me ,for look-see for ve'y .fine Pingey-something mat." Several drops of rain fell. Van . agreed. "But there's a sc;ua!l coming," he said. "I'll run back first for umbrellas." As he turned away she hesitated,: unexpectedly .afraid at being left alone. But as she moved forward a Japan- ese policeman, saluting benignly, re- assured her. And she saw every step brought her nearer those two repre- sentatives of the Civil and the moral' law, which lay at anchor beyond' the wharf, the Okayama and that Iju Ran: which is the latest, perhaps the last, of the Morning Stars in whiich the Anglican missionaries have carried. the Word. The old woman's house was nota only conspicuous in location but im appearance. The thatches of this is- land were rectangular, sharp roofed;. sided with woven tat,, narrow doored. Bait this hut was oval and open—vag- uely the architecture of central Poly - The The girl stooped to enter, then drew back in one of those sudden apprehensions that still beset her. Who knew where Ponape Burke would strike? This house seemed' safe; alight indeed be safer than the mission. But yet . . . . (Continued on page Eight) u: •k',1'it I.)lnnnn WS./ ti ,,ttu �o •i �.•,, 1. Trade Commissioners' Offices in Great Britain LONDON: Harrison Watson, Canadian Building, Trafalgar Square, S.W. 1, London, England. J. Forsyth Smith, Fruit Trade Commissioner, Walter Douse; Bedford Street, Strand, W.C.2, London, England. LIVERPOOL: Barry A. Scott, 'Trade Com- missioner,'Century Buildings, 31 North John Street, Liver- pool, England. BRISTOL; ]Douglas S. Cole, Sun Building, Clare Street, Bristol, England: GLASGOW: Gordon B. Johnson, 200 St, Vincent Street, Glasgow, Scot- land, • A Challenge to Canadian Food Producers ... GBEAT BRITAIN wants more Canadian foodstuffs. The plain fact is that the increase in trade in some r n., not keeinold country o£ our food :exports to the e y keeping. pace with the growth of demand. Britain's markets are wide open to Canada. • Because of the exhibitions of Canadian products, the activity of our Trade Commissioners, and the effects of our advertising, the British consumer is snore familiar with these products than ever before, and consequently more inclined' to buy. `Good will in Great Britain towards Canadian products never has been at a higher point than now. All the facilities of transportation for all classes of products from Canada to Great Britainhave been pro'v'ided: Shall we Canadians overlook or neglect the oppor- tunities for increased export trade which are thus laid before us;? just because domestic markets are good, shall, we as producers be so short sighted as to fail to satisfy so large a market which is more favourably inclined towards our pro- ducts than ever before? . E DEPWIMR4T.....0p HON. JAMES MALCOLM, Minister Not yet is there among our producers an adequate realization of the opportunities for increased production which present conditions in the British markets afford. If you are a producer or dealer in foodstuffs, you cans'. assist to your own profit in gaining a larger share of this market. Almost every community in this country stands to benefit. The result can be attained by: 1. Producing more of the kind of products the British consumer wants. 2, Keeping up a constant supply. . 3. Maintaining quality standards. Through its Commercial Intelligence "Service, this Department will render valuable assistance to any exporter. Our Trade Commissioners' Offices in Britain are especially. well-equipped and strategically placed to handle any export problem on behalf of Canadian exporters. enquiries re- garding British Trade receive 'prompt attention. Write to the Commercial intelligence Service, Ottawa.: OTTAWA AND COMMERCE IDetuty Mirtxs r 310