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To the Editor of The Advance, Timmins Dear Sir:â€"I see by the paper that the Hospital for Sick Children in Toâ€" The Mother Who had Blanket on Arm Among the inner circle it was Stewâ€" art and Consuclo now, quite taken for granted and cne was not asked without the other. They quarreled less often and less violently. He was deeply inâ€" fatuateg with her, but at times awoke to a sitnse of her tyranny over him ard would go off on a tangent of blondeâ€"hunting, only to return repenâ€" tant, fervently hoping that she had not found out about him. If she knew, Incident Used by Writer of ‘Letter to Emphasize the Value of Sick Children‘s Hospital. CHAPTER 46 EVERYTHING that money could buy in this city of New York was Consuelo‘s for the asking. But money had lost its value and its meaning. A dollar was no longer a dollar; a thousand dollars a mere trifle. Occasionally she rememâ€" bered how her pockets had hung with gold after dancing at a country fair before a few farmers, and how she had counted the spoils greedily. That, howâ€" ever, was so long ago it was not this famous dancer, but a poor little gypsy girl who was weaving a dream. The road between then and now was a long, long way, and sometimes it was even lhard to remember that she had been a gypsy who wore full striped skirts and cheap jewelry and trod bareâ€" foot over dusty ground and stole apples and plums and kissts with equal abanâ€" don. So it is when much happens that time loses perspective and a short period in actutal days and weeks and months may be endless like a dream. H_QF_DAY. DECEMBER OTH, 1935 sSWISS WATCHMAKER Empire Block Think what this means to you. You can select any one of these fine model!s cither for a man or a lady. and save 20 p.c. What could make a finer gift than one of these smart watches, See them toâ€"day for the widest cholce. We have just made arrangements to buy all our watches from Switâ€" zerland. But first our present stock must be cleared. These fine timeâ€" pleces are to be so‘d at THE â€"STORY OF AN cM;zASSuONED 6A OM A t. 2E ; M M cODONA LC F CADE BR Preâ€"Christmas Sale of Gift Watches . Bauman I‘m not going to the theatre toâ€"night Discount 20% A bewildered, sadâ€"faced woman preâ€" ceded me down the low, wide stone stairs leading to the front door of the hospital. A blanket hung over her arm. "Ah y<s," I said to myself, ‘"that sigâ€" nifies only one thing. She has leftf her child here for treatment. The poor thing!" I wondered if I should try to She had the promised penthouse, but it only served to bring the snow closer to her. In fact, she haq everything she wanted exctpt one thing and neither Stewart nor New York could give her that. She told Douglas of it on one of his rare visits alone with her. "Doug, do ycou ever get tired of the lclock? Sometimes I think T‘ll go mad, insane mad, when someone saysâ€"it is ' time to get to the theatre or time to do this or that. I once was as free as the 'wind. and now I cannot call a minute of the day my cwn. It was a crazy man who put hands on the clocks and chained us like monkeys to them." ! "Well, little chidken, getting tired of this? It‘s only gypsies and silly people like that who don‘t have to pay attenâ€" tion to the clock. Famous people, like Consuelo the dancer, must always be at a certain place at a certain time. For the first time, young lady, you are reâ€" alizing how we poor slaving men are slaves to the clock. What would your dear public think if you weren‘t there when the curtain went up? ‘Exclamaâ€" tions of surprise and delight,‘ no, that‘s ‘ wrong; ‘surprise and chagrin. good worq if you know what it means, issued : from a thousand mouths when it was discovsred that the gypsy was not among those present andâ€"* ‘"Don‘t make fun ‘of me, Douglas, ronto is now sending out its annual appeal for funds to enable it to carry on successfully for the next 12 months. This brings back to my mind the last time I had occasion to be in that inâ€" stitution. An incident impressed it very vividly on my mind. she kept her gypsy jealousy well hidden under the cloak of acquired refinement. Timmins MAY BE RECOUNT OF THE BA.LLOTS AT NORTH BAY At North Bd\ laat week the mayorâ€" alty contest resulted in the election of Mayor W. G. Bulbrook by a majority of 24 over D. G. Stevens. Mr. Stevens is now contemplating application for a recount. His supporters consider that 274 of a majority is hardly a stable ons in a vote of 3897, and that a few errors in a few polls would make a*big defâ€" spare, and I do trus too, for I think it from evervone. Each day for weeks, I telephoned the hospital to learn how the child was. For many days its life hung by a thread but they would not let it go. At last one morning I was joyfully told it would recover, I have since had the pleasure of secing this litle one, who is now a happy, laughing school girl. This is my remembrance of the Hosâ€" pital for Sick Children in Toronto. Yes, I‘m sending the hcspital my gift of money toâ€"day, thie largest I can spare, and I do trust others will do so, too, for I think it is worthy of help brought him to them at the age of seven with a broken leg to mend. "They will be so tender with the baby and nothing will be left undone," I asâ€" sured her, ‘"not only to save the little life but to prevent ugly scarring." We left the hospital together and, parting at the corner, she thanked me sincerely for my sympathy. I think I had manâ€" agsd to comfort her a little, at least. It was wash day. She had just stepped out of the kitchen into the diningroom to take off the tablecloth that she had decided, at the last minâ€" ute, to add to the wash. There was a sound of some heavy object striking the floor, a swish of falling water, a childish scream of fright and pain. In a split second, a bright sunny morning had become a nightmare of unbelievâ€" abe!l hMhorror. Her threeâ€"yearâ€"old child hag pulled over her a huge pot of boiling water. Her little body was terâ€" ribly scalded. Her face had miracuâ€" lously escaped. "Will she live, will she live," sobbed the distracted mother. Touching the blanket on her arm, she said, "I can take this blanket home that we brought her in, but I have to leave her, my baby, with strangers. I want to hold her in my own arms and soothe her, poor frightened little onei" I hesitateqg as to whether I should tell her of my hospital experience, but, although terrible for me at the time, I knew it was nothing compared with hers, so I forced back my tears and, holding her hand in mine, I told her how very good the nurses and doctors had veen to my small son when I had brought him to them at the age of i seven with a broken leg to mend. "They will be so tender with the baby‘ and nothing will be left undone," I asâ€" ’ sured her, ‘"not only to save the little life but to prevent ugly scarring." We "But this one is especially innocent. He has never heard of Grinking it straight or of imported liquor or of martinis or of the Follies, and above all, he knows nothing of a clock. We will not give him a name. He, too, is nobody, just the same as we. So there are the three of usâ€"us Nobodies. It is night and the stars are big and bright like lovely little lanterns hanging in comfort her, or if anything I might say would only make her feel worse. I cvertook her as I debated, just in time to steady her as she stumbled on the last step. It came naturally enough that we should drop on a hall bench; and there, seeing my sympathy, she brought forth her desperately tragic story in broken sentences: "Sold." He slipped down beside her. "All right, darling, I‘ll cut out the wise crackingâ€"it is all I have to hide my broken heart underâ€"you know, laugh while tears chokeâ€"et ceteraâ€"but you must not suspect how wretched I am." She disregarded him. "This is not a fireplace, but an open campfire. You are not Doug, but Noâ€" body. I am not the famous dancer. I, too, am Nobody. It is summer and the flowers are in bloom and the air is fillsd with the scent of pine and alder. Over there by the chair is a nice wide brook. Growing out of it are those big cupped leaves like umbrellas wrong side up and on one is sitting a frog, a little green frog, a very innoctnt frogâ€"" He interrupted: "Frogs are all innoâ€" He interrupted csont." "It‘s an offer," he shivered. "I‘m sorâ€" ry, not toâ€"day! It‘s just your gypsy bravado that makes you say that. You really dont mean it, you know. My !chud, for miles and miles around about the ground is covered with snow and slest and ice cubes and the trees are standing naked and cold and wishing for georgette blouse or a pair of silk stockingsâ€"* "Oh, stop! Stop!" She stirred the logs in the fireplace and stared at the flames. They did not speak. Presently she slid down from the chair and squatted crossâ€"leggeq on the floor. She began to hum. After a moâ€" ment words in Romany welled from her throat. The song dropped off as plainâ€" tively as it had begun. "Now I am warm again." Silence between them. "Douglas, come sit on the floor with me and we will play a game, just you id "I;" "Now you are the crazy one with your talk! Tell me, Douglas, is it possible that we might go into the country and find a tree to lie under?" "You see, you won‘t let me finish, You go the pace and then because you‘re tired and cross you take it out on me, the humblest of your admirers. You‘re falling into the habit of that old American custom of burning the candle at both ends. It means .little chicken, that you overdo everything, nothing in half measurgs, sensibly." He paused. "Of course, I might go into this techâ€" nicality, but then you wouldn‘t underâ€" stand." The mockery left his voice "Stewart is a fool to let you run around the way you do. Pretty soon you‘ll burn out like an electric light bulbâ€"pooh!" please don‘t! I‘m awfully tired K4. â€"A Mother of Four PORCU!PINE ADVANCE, TTMMINS, ONTARIO « _ Satisfaction Guaranteed or Your Money Refunded 3# the sky. And each little lantern rests on the doorstep of a friend. But they are friends who do not crowd in upon us, but nod and smile from a gistanceâ€" nice kind friends, you see. The brook is singing a song more soft and mor: beautiful than a flute. We are very still. We do not speak, but just sit and drink in this beauty around us. We are in love. From the beginning of the earth weahave lovedâ€"" Her voice trailed off. The picture before her faded. "No. I am wrong. That was someone elseâ€" not me, not you. I‘m not going to the theatre toâ€"night." "You‘re nutty. You‘ve got to go!" "No, no, this is not me, but Nosody. I‘m not going to the theatre toâ€"night." "And why?" "Because I have suddenly gotten my freedomâ€"" the word stayed with her. "I have gotten my freedom. Freedom, that is the thing. I am no longtr a monkey swinging on the hands of the clock. I go where I please, when I please and how I please!" please and how I please!" "Great! However, Miss Nobody, if you are as free as that, I must be, too Kiss me." They kissed. + "You understand that this kiss is not meant for you?" "Now you‘re spoiling it. I thought we ‘ were playing a game." thks "so we are. That kiss was not meant for. Nobody, but for Samebody." She laughed. "Now let‘s get on a boat and sail the sever seas and never come back." She was gay. "Miss Consueloâ€"" an alien voice inâ€" trudedâ€""it‘s time for your bath. Mr. Stewart phoned that he wouid be early." (TO BE CONTINUEI» PAQGE