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THI COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., APRIL 26, 1945 SALADA The Jade God By MARY IMLAY TAYLOR CHAPTER XIX Burleson smiled bleakly; he was like a man who had escaped something -- put something away; he was detached, hard, unafraid. Fosdick stared at him. "He's mad!" he thought. "You can call it conscience," Burleson said, answering Mark, "or you can call it loss of nerve, I always planned to do something about it; a deathbed confession, I suppose; something dramatic! Off and on I've asked about you in prison; I was playing for time; for years I haven't been a. well man, and now the doctors give hie two years at most. I'm going to die, that's certain. I thought you could wait, but I've he_ard something about that!" He shifted his position slightly, frowning, thinking of Pam's bowed bead; it was true that she touched the oniy soft spot in his heart. "I see how you feel," he went ok, ,Jt>Ul f* m giving you yolff revenge. As for myself, I suppose if a man does the square thing in the end, it's something. I've got Fosdick here to take charge of it. He can go ahead." "It'll be ruin, Burleson! My God, why didn't you speak then -- or not at all?" Fosdick cried. Burleson, handing hin looked at him oddly. "They can't sei ing!" Insane temper, temporal aberration -- no end c " alienists; Fosdick saw a hundred lawyer ways of fighting it for months -- lie mustn't die in pr' "I'll make a big fight, but-stared at Burleson bleakly -- " it's the disgrace -- it'll ruin all! The country'll ring with you'r< Burleson's grey face twisted; turned and glanced at Mark. say it was lair and that I had my share," lie remarked dryly, "not that I've escaped -- I've had a liv- Mark suddenly and walked to the wi dow, staring out with unseei eyes. He thought of those fifte bitter years, of the convict's lot, of his lost youth, and this man safe and sleek in high place. Then lie heard Fosdick's voice -- the rasp in it weakened into a husky growl. "Two years? Good heavens; you might as well have waited. Then it would be only a der; no one to be punished. No' -- they'll s There was a silence, then Burleson's voice. "My wife's dead; the ; that's all there is to it. ; the others--" "Yes, the others!" barked Fosdick, staring hard at Mark's back; this man -- had stood so high. Burleson touched-the paper on his desk. "You'll put it through, Fosdick? I'm tired of it; I'll take "He doesn't count that," said Fosdick dryly; "it's revenge that's He was tucking the confession into his breast pocket, but the motionless figure in the window rasped 'You'll be needed, too, Grant," he said sharply; "I'll have to ask your pardon for my treatment of you; they'll make everything right in court now -- and you can have it put in the papers." Suddenly Burleson groaned. The hideous publicity of it made him He seemed to hear already e ^riden^ calls of t BRAND OF SLAVERY Liberated by the Allied armies Jewish girls forced to work in an ammunition factory at Kaunitz, Germany, display yellow crosses the Nazis made them wear on their backs. Germans also branded their Mark turned. There was a light in his face; he held his head high. "Wait," he said to Fosdick; "one moment! Keep that paper. I've had fifteen years -- I can afford to wait two more." Fosdick gazed at him and Burleson lifted his head slowly. "You mean--?" gasped Fosdick. "I mean just that!" I'll wait. I can't strike such a blow at them all nor at--" Mark stopped. He did not want to add "a dying man." Burleson, rose unsteadily, facing him. "You -- you know I let you suffer? And -- vou do this?" Mark nodded. "I'll wait." Burleson sank into his chair, speechless; speechless he hid his "The year's at the spring . . ." As one looks around one sees plenty 6£ evidence why, since time immemorial, poets have written ^heir loveliest poems in praise of spring. Autumn is beautiful too-- perhaps even more so--but there is a peculiar quality that belongs only to spring . . . the miracle of idormanjt life awakening to n|ew birth ... a definite feeling of hope, of optimism, dispelling those dark, dreary clouds of defeatism that at short and gloomy. I was thinking along these line, about our lovely spring when, un cxpectedly and with tragic sudden , came word of Presiden sevelt's death--and for awhilt the beauty around 1 fically would more aptly describe his devotion to duty. The wonder is not that he died when he dii! but that he lived so long under such a terrific strain. And now because life must go on even though presidents die, wc pay our last respects to a great and loyal leader, and then square our shoulders again and resume once more "the daily round". On Ginger Farm the daily round right now includes a little job known as seeding. The air is heavy these days with the hum of trac tors--and I think probably ours hums louder than any of the oth ers. Nothing very modest abou^ our old "trac"--when it goes out on a job it likes to let everyone know about it. Tuesday--that is as far as the house is concerned--in fact the jo!) is almost done already. But oh, the switches and plugs all over the house and yet, no matter how one clicks the switches back and forth, nothing happens. We even have an electric stove in the house, and that, too, is about as useful as a pump without water. Every time I go to town I look hopefully along the road to see if it has been staked out for pole:. So far there is no' sign of then,.-But the day will come . . . and when it does--when we are really hooked up, I think, for one nigh':. I shall want to turn on every light in the house just to celebrate. Instead of a house-warming we'll have a house-lighting! And believe me, if all the lights were turned on at one time there would be plenty of them, for there are over sixty outlets in this rambling old house of ours. People say "Oh, what lovely big rooms--how grand to have so much space to live in!' Yes, it's grand all right--we know it when we start in on a job like this. Imagine--five lights in the less--unless we still want to wan der around with, a flashlight eve.1 w'ei the hvdro is in. 6. What should one do if a friend begins to praise one in the presence of others? . ■ Answers 1. They should be place i to the right of the plate, and to the right of the knives, with the hollow-side of the spoons upwards. 2. Yes, unless' there is a rule forbidding it, or the smoke is blowing into some other passenger's face. :;. Ves. If one is too ill to write the notes personally, some member of the family can do so. 4. A tactful, quiet manner that is free from patronage and one that shows sincere gratitude and good-will for the services the servant has rendered. 5. Gifts of silver. 6. Turn the subject of conversation as quickly as possible. King and Queen Visit Princes* King George and Quee.i Eliza-Auxiliary Territorial Service motor alls, working on an an engine. This job is part of the old Princess' training as subaltern in the A.T.S., v joined a few weeks ago. The King joked with HE'LL LOVE YOU for ordering Maxwell House Coffee. It's blended from rare Latin-American coffees, each with its special quality of flavor, body or fragrance. ISSUE 17--1948 The United States Navy is using " chlights so powerful that fhey shoot a b«am of light through 28 miles of inky darknte*. CONTRIBUTED BY THE BLUE TOP BREWING COMPANY LIMITED, KITCHENER, ONTARIO