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The Huron Expositor, 1943-09-17, Page 7,rryeirryr.Or.".7rj,r "7.77•r% r,••• ,,, "•!,77••••(7.1';'747frrrrrrer. r.r,rqr'' • 777 577". 1*943 4104444421041•40414•444••••••••••4041414•4114044140144,441411141•40441•4444 AfiCQN,NELL,8; RAYS BarriotOre, SollcItors, Etc. Patrick D. MaCOArnell - R. Glenn Hays 011141FORTIFf, Telephone 174 K L Ple.LEAN Barrister, Solicitor, Etc:, ' SH1AFORTH a ONTARIO Branch Oflitle, Hensall dome 113 Seaforth Phone 173 MEDICAL SEAFORTH CLINIC DR. E. A. MoMASTER, M.S. , fOriutlinte of. University of Toronto The Clinic is fully equipped with caunglete and modern X-ray and other up-to-date diagnestio and therapeutics et11APMnt. Dri e J. R. Forster, Specialist in 'diseases of the ear, eye, nose and throat, will be at the Clinic the first Tuesday in every month from 3 to 5 p.m. Free Well -Baby Clinic will be held en the seconl and last Thursday rin every month from 1 to 2 p.m. JOHN A. GORWILL, M.A., B.D. Physician and Surgeon IN DR. lEt. H. ROSS? OFSICE Phone pg. • - Seaforth MARTIN W. STAPLETON, B.A., M.D. Physician and Surgeon Successor to Dr. W. C. Sproat Phone 90-W Seaforth DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Opthal- mei and Aural lxistitute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throa Hos- Vital, London, Eng. At COMMERCIAL HOTEL, SEAFORTH, THIRD WED- NESDAY in each month, from 2 p.m. to 4.30 p.m.; also at Seaforth first Tuesday of each month. 53 Waterloo, Street South, Stratford. AUCTIONEERS HAROLD JACKSON Specialist in Farm and Household Sales. Licensed in Huron and Perth Coun- ties. Prices reasonable; satisfaction guaranteed. For information, etc.; write or phone Harold Jackson, 14 on 661, Seaforth; R.R. 4, Seaforth. ••••••,•.. EDWARD W. ELLIOTT Licensed Auctioneer For Huron Correspondence promptly answered. !Immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Date at -The Huron Exposi- tor, Seaforth, or by calling Phone203, Clinton. Charges moderate and satis- faction guaranteed. • LONDON ana CLINTON NORTH A.M. London, Lv. •9.00 Exeter 10.17 Hensel" 10.34 Klippen 10.43 Brucefield 10.55 Clinton, Ar. 11.20 SOUTH P,M. Clinton, Lv. • 3.10 Brucefield 3.32 Happen 3.44 Hensall • 3.53 Exeter 4.10 London, Ar. 5.25 SUNDAYS ONLY London, Lv. ofithinton Goderich, Ar, P.M. 9.40 11.55 12.20 C.N.R. TIME TABLE EAST Goderich , • ... Clinton Beaforth . . St. Columban Dublin Tfilitchell WEST Mitchell Dublin, Seaforth Clinton Goderich 6.15 6.31 6.43 6.59 7.05 7.12 7.24 P.M. 2.30 2.48 3.00 3,22 3.23 3.29 3.41 11.05 10.01 11.14 10.09 11.30 10.21 11.45 10.35 12.05 11,00 C.P.R. TIME TABLE' EAST Blyth Walton 3SeNaught Toronto WEST !Toronto tHoNsught W ton Blyth !Anhui% akraw litetteset ltrOltert011 , , • P.M. 4.36 4.40 4,49 4.58 5,09 5.21 5.32 9.45 A .M. 8.20 P,M, 12.04 12.15 12.28 12.89 12.47 12.54 1.00 I CHAPTER VII jane, a fashion artist, shares an apartment in London' with. Stella, a free lance journalist. Jane Joins the WAAB'. The night before entering service ahs walks through dim streets and collides with a flight lieutenant of •the R.A.F. Stopping to break her en- gagement with Stella' she disoov- ers that the lieutenant, Timothy Poe l .Sanders -nicknamed "Tips" -is Stella's divorced husband. Jane hears that Tips' sqtrardron flies at 10' o'clock and that they are searching for him. She ped- als to the home of Mrs. Stanton; where she finda •the flier. He leaves at once. Mrs. Stanton ac- cuses Jane of sending Tips to his' death. he'd .got a premonition," she said brokenly. "If ,hee doeSn't come back . .• ." her face crumpled up and tears . fell down her cheeks. "He will, Hunter. Here drink this tea! It'll do you geed."' Ryman, the girl Who shared the room with ,Hunter, another of the younger ones, came quietly in and Jane left them together. She went into her own room- and found Sparks already slipping a dressing gown ov- er her underclothes and snuggling down in bed. Sparks„ relied over and pulled the blankets. round her ears. Jane also • lay down. Bur though she was so utterly tired she couldn't sleep. Then she heard someone call *out sharply downstairs and the sound of the dis- tant drone of engines. In a moment she was out of bed and rushing to the window. They were on the hor- izon now. Far distant -specks coming nearer every moment.' As yet she couldn't count how- many. 'Sparks, they're back!" In an instant Sparks was beside her. They waited until they could count the number. "One, two, three." • Heads were leaning out of other windows. Airmen were running to- ward the landing field. There- were officer e standing about. Jane could see Tips a little apart from the rest looking up at the sky. "Four, five, six," Sparks' voice was low and tremulous. Her hariticlutch- ed Jane's arm. "Seven, eight" said Jane, and her voice too was shaking. They waited. Then: "Eight," echoed Sparks bleakly. "How many went?" "Twelve." "Oh, Sparks!" "The others may be behind." They weren't. Soon it was known all over the station. Flight Lieuten- ant Stanton had been shot 'down, Those Who had returned had' seen his plane -going into a spin, smoke issu- ing. from the tail. Jimmie Stafford had crashed too. Two other planes had shared a similar fate. The pilots of the eight who had come back safe- ly told their stories of what had hap- pened. They had accomplished the task they'd set out to do. There was gloom everywhere. In the billet the girls who had been try ing to sleep gave it up asahopeless. Jane and Sparks dressed again and Sparks said what about going along to the cook house. Probably by now they could get some breakfast. Brett burst into the room at that moment and antiounced that Hunter was having hysterics. Someone had just told her -the news. "Do either of youNnaaw ' what we can do with her? She% in the most frightful state." "A cold sponge might help," sug- gested Sparks. "Poor Hunter!" murmured. Jane. Her eyes ailed. • One thought pre- domin-ated in her mind. Jimmie Staf- ford hadn't come, back. Had Tips gone it might have ibeen,she having hysterics instead of Hunter, except that she wasnit the hysterical kind.'. They found. Hunter lying ,on her bed. layman was beside her, begging her to be quiet, not to give 'war. "Drink this," said Hoyle firmly. "Come on, Hi:inter. You've got to, d.o you hear?" Hunter seemed to make an effort to pull herself totiether. Then her eyes fell on Jane. The pupils dilated till they were large violet disks in her white, ravaged face. "Go -away," she screamed, looking wildly at the others.. "Send Lambolt 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." "13e quiet, Hunter," said Hoyle sharply. • . • "I Won't be quiet. You don't know what Lambolt did. i do." She spelte to Jane, her' voice rising:' "Oh, don't think for a moment that I believed that cock-and-bull story about your being late last night because you went to see friends or the stay he produced, either. It's as clear as day- light what happened. You found him and warned him, didn't you? And he of course just stayed quietly away un- til. the^aquadron had taken off, in or- der to save his own •skin. There's a hero for you!" "Hunter!" Jane's face was white and she was trembling all over. "Hun- ter, how dare you suggest that!" "Leave fier to me, Larabolt," -said Hoyle firnaly. • Jahe turned and left the moth She found Sparks hanging over the ban- •Isters. It was quite clear she had heard all that had ibeen , and doubtless' so ha7ci all the others. "Let's go for a walk," said Sparks. "Come on, Lambolt. I've got a real urge to get away Nina the station for a little while." Jane *Sent slowly upstairs and put on lier bat and coat. "Don't forget your gloves.," said ,Sparks. "There's a nip in th-e air this mornin.g." Her voice was now gentle and sym- . Pathetle: "For liettven's sake, Lam - bolt, doift look so wretched. Tone Her Her voice cold with disgust and an ger, the contempt she felt for the other weman showing clearly in her eyes, she saih, "Tips would never for give you if he knew,. Don't you re alize 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 will- ingly sheltar behind a woman's pet- tieoats'?" Iris' sobs ceased. She' glared at Jane. "Oh, don't be 'so damnably Bri- tish! I : . . Tips means everything to me. go mad if anything happens to him." Her voice rose hys- terically. Someone across the road - shouted angrily, "Put out that light! What's going on there?" Jane push- ed her into the sitting room and clos- ed the front door. • "Yoti'd better try to pull yourself together," she said curtly. "All I can say is women like hold men hope there aren't many you in England trying to ck. It will ibe a poor lookout for the country if there are." Iris looked as if she could have killed her. "You're not in love or you wouldn't say that." , Jane didn't take up that challenge. Instead she loOked at the clock on the mantelpiece. Her heart stood still. It was close to quarter to ten. Tips should have got back in time, but what about herself? Without an- other wolPd she dashed from' the house, found her' bicycle and made off at top .sPeed, with a sickening feel- ing of certainty that she couldn.'t pos- sibly be 'back id time for duty. At ten -fifteen she was Jurning in at the gates of the airdrome. She' put her bicycle in. the shed, gathered together the' things she wanted and: went in trepidation Ed report for duty. It was the next morning. Jane hd been severely reprimanded by ,...the officer in charge for being late. She'd had the most uncomfortable quarter of an hour of her life,' but when it was over she was comfOrted by the feeling that bygones would be by- gones. It wouldn't be held against her. Her story that she'd gone to see friends, lost her way in the black- Olit and' had trouble -With her bicycle, had apparently 'been believed, to her great reIi-ea- Sparka said, "Look, thefe's Tips Poel-Sanders! • I bet he was sick he wasn't able, to go." frie'was coming' toward them across the smooth green turf of the flying fields. Sparks had told her when she'd arrived last night how he'd got back just after the squadron had Cak- en off. He'd been to see friends, she'd understood. She'd overheard two of- ficers 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 even- ing, were you?". 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 iresitated. She wished Sparks ha.dn4 asked her this question be- cause she didn't -want to answer it. She said, "I was and I wasn't, Sparks. Oh, I know that must -sound absurd to you, but do you mind tertiblY'r if we leave it at that? It's a long and rather involved story." Sparks squeezed her arm. "Don't be silly., You den't have to' tell me anything you don't wish to." The other girls were coming along behind -them. There was but little laughter today. They were all tired from being on duty. 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 acceptance. "I'm going to lie down," said Hun. ter. "Do. I'll take you a cup." Hunter seeta'ed to have grown' up overnight. Tana'a -heart went out to her. Even though she might not be deeply in love -with Jimmie Stafford -and somehow. she hadn't really sounded as if she were last evening -she was .clearly tortured- today. 'When Jane went up to her a few min- utea later she found her on her knees before the open Window.. The face she tiarned to Jane was bleak with. misery. "I, wish he hadn't told me is' going to 'take tile slightest notice of what Hunter 'says, and if I were you should. try to forget it." Jane tried. She managadato put it • from her mind for several days. Then one afternoon she walked into 'the kitchen at the 'billet to find Hunter and Ryman having tea, She was in the room before they noticed her or Hunter might have lowered her a little as she -said bitterly, "What I said the other night, I say again. Tips Poel-Sanders is a coward and Lambolt is as bad. If she hadn't warned him and if he hadn't stayed away from the station until the ' others had started, Jimmie would be alive to- day." . - Jane shut the kitchen door and stood leaning with her back against it. "You know you've got to, stop saying things like that, Hunter, other- wise you'll be getting into trouble, If Tips he -ars of them . . ." Hunter swung round. Her eyes blazed. "I -hope he will. I'd say them to his face if I had the chance. A man who, can behave as he (behav- ed . . ." Sane looked at Ryman, "D'you mind, Ryman? I just want to speak to Hunter alone." ,Ryman slid out of the kitchen. "Hunter, you must know it's so im- p'ossible. He was just so sick he didn't get there in. time . . every- one on the station knows that." Hunter said fiercely, "You're bound to deny it, of course, just as you'll deny that you prevented him from going. Why, I no sooner told you -What was in the wind than'you sneak- ed out, Pretending you had friends to telephone." "I did make a telephone„ call," said Jane. ;horn?" Jane hesitated. Should she tell Hunter' the truth? ...In a flash she made up her mind this'was the only thing she could do. "To Iris Stanton. I thought Tips might be with her." "He wasn't. Guy himself telephon- ed." Jane's eyes met the other girl's. "I know Mrs. Stanton is a friend of yours, but the fact that ,she telt] .her husband that Tips wasn't with her didn't seem to me to -be very conclu- sive. When. I heard he was wanted, I decided to try to 'find , him myself." She told of her -bicycle ride. Of Tips' immediate ,dash for the airdrome. She said whe4 she finished, "So now per- haps you'll understand how unjust you've been." 'For answer Hunter collapsed on to a, chair, her head in her hands, her shoulders heaving as sobs rent her body. Jane went to her and put an arm about her. She tried to soothe her, to tell hertshe rianstn't cry so terribly. "Hunter, please do try to pull yourself -together.' Hunter blinked Iback her tears and • said desperately, "I'm all right. I- I'ra sorry, Lambolt. It was just . . ." (Continued Next Week) Aerti to 600444 *OA •c4:14 t'IW;441111,07 ilt7 Ogpf Pg- T,4400,17tnry, '0i the NatIOR4,110.600rO),4, COOncii, Ottawa, the mirtMserrof water, or sodium. phype.04prjwQJZ rnn, as it is known to soleotiSts, ig the realise of a great a.onoal Ws of textiles, 1 gi-e#0,144,149t ir ' • Week after Week The Huron 'Expositor hears very gratjfy- ing reports of the results- obtained from the Classified Directory from people who have something they wish to sell and want to find a buyer. For a -very small sum you can tell hundreds of pro- spective buyers who have something they are interested in. same applies to any article you wish to buy. Make your wishes kewn through The Huron Expositor and it will surprise you the number of enquiries you will obtain. You will be surprised how really inexpensive this service is. Classified Ads such as For Sale, 'For, Rent, Wanted, etc., are one cent per word for the first insertion, and less for succeeding in- sertions. Minimum charge is 25 cents per insertion. if replies_ are to be delivered to The Huron Expositor office an extra charge -Cf 10 cents isadded., Classified Ads are accepted up until noon on Thursdays. - • WANT ADS PAVE THE WAY FOR EASIER LIVING The large number of people they reach always assures the best possible deal on short notice. They help to quickly sell, trade, rent or buy whatever is the immediate concern or worry. ACQUAINT YOURSELF WITH THE MANY SERVICES THEY RENDER REGULARLY Read the Want Ads To -day The Huron Expositor Established 1860 Phone 41 McLEAN BROS., Publishers, SEAFORTH rr.r. .• f rrrV THE " SECRET SPECIALS" OF THE QUEBEC CONFERENCE •••%,:••••• (Passed by Censor). WHEN word was first flashed throughout the world that, ' Right Honourable Winston Churchill, • Prune Minister of Great Britain, was in Quebec there was much epee*, tion throughout the country as 'to how he had reached Canada's Ancient ' Capital. One citizen, declared he had it "on the best of authority" that Mr. Churchill had landed at Wolfe's Cove from a submarine; another had "definite information" that he had descended on the Plains of Abraham in a helicopter. It was a great guessing game. But railwaymen were not guessing. They knew,, buy did not.tell. They' also knew just when and how President Roosevelt and Premier Mackenzie King would reach Quebec. But the words "Secret and Confidential" at the head of the transportation advices meant just that to them. The fact that there was no leak and that the many special trains required to move the three great leaders of the allied nations, their numerous advisers and official and members of their staffs, were operated without a hitch is a tribute • to Canadian railwaymen. One of the first Canadians to greet Mr.,,churchill 'When he put foot opt Canadian soil was It C. Vaughan, Chairman and President of the Canadian National Railways, which System operated 12 of these "Secret Speeials,' including A . 'rr t -rt the train whichofearried the British Prime Minister and the members of his immediate party to Quebec for the opening of the Conference, And the Presidential Special which carried Mr. Roosevelt and his staff from Quebec to Ottawa, and from the Canadian Capital on his home journey. Other special trains operateriaby the Nat- ional System in connection with the Conference carried members of the '•cabinets a both Great Britain and the United States, high government officials, military and naval experts and advisers and members of their staffs. , • Thee C.N.R. specials covered a total distance of 5,245 miles, Photographs -show: I -President RortseVelt's special arriving at Ottawa. Tawas hauled by,one of the Natiottal System's famous 6400's, the type of engine used on the train which carried Their Majesties, King George VI and Queen Elizabeth, over C.N.R. lines during their visit to Canada in 1939. Churchill graciously acceding to ,a, request -Am his autograph chums a brief opera- tional stop tit a C.N.R. point en route. 3 -British transport chiefs photographed in a C.N.R„ business r.e • ' rr rr.r trrr 'rtrrrrtrrirr 1 4 4 , 1 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 rri car. Lord Leathers, Minister e War : Transport (tl left); and Sir ThdPh Met,calfe, Director of Rae Transport. , 4 -Prime Mlnister-Churchilland Pre- mier Mackenzie Ring on the platform at Champ:, 5-MeXabers of thb Churchill party inspecting the big loComoti4e of the special train. The group includes rr Brigadiers Porter, Kirkman - and Jacobs,, Major Bucldey, Misi1ht1 ' of the sZeretarial staftt 11;13..Wita* Executive Vice -President of the 0,,N.11„, and J; P; Pringl.e, amoral Manager oil the Atlantic ittglon. F444r 441 9t. •le rrr