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THE GIRL stood in the starâ€" ing around her as if she had never seen it ‘setore, She fingered the soft silk<n covering of one of the chairs, She buried her feet in the deep nap of <he mug. he stared at the dimly lighted oil paintings on the wall, at eath sign of luxury in the room, and the thought came to her how many times she had ruched through to her limousinâ€" wilh never a glance at the beauty of the furâ€" misinrgs of this place. Exclusivye. exâ€" apartments, with hers the muoust cxptensive, the perthouse on the {oprâ€" aAni she sighed. rizht after she hadl become stars ci ths Py.i1es that Stewart had browht her ncre,. Star of the Follies, and suddenily it came to her what she was doing â€" oh, Lord in heaven, toâ€"night, toâ€"night since it was morning already, the curâ€" tain woulq go up without her. Ah, noâ€" th:y couldn‘t do that! The Follics without the gypsy dancer? No, nc! Was she mad to be thinking of running away and leaving it all? Applause. The house filled to cverflowing. Hands clapping, recalling her time and time again to bow. Why, this was the thing she had worked so hard for! This was the thing she had schemed and praved for; now she was giving it up because â€"because she was tired and lonesome. Little fool! Little fool! She couldn‘t co that with never a thcught., Why, they culdn‘t do that show without her. What would the Polit:s be without the gypsy dancer of Broadway? Nothing, nothing at all. Then, unbidden, she saw again the look upon the face of her understudy that night she had been late, and she remembered how impaâ€" tiently she herself had stood in the wings watching L‘Ville and waiting for Memories flooded over lrr. 1 rizh}t after she hali become stir c Po.iie; that Stewart had brou‘:ht "Quick, baby, we haven‘t a minute to lose if we want to catch that train." Doug grasbing her arm and with his other hand picking up the bundle. her chance. That same look of hunger, of impatience, of frustration upon this girl‘s face. Ah,. now give her a chance! And a slow smile crossed the gypsy‘s face. "Toâ€"night, little one, you shall take my place!" and a laugh came to her throat, but it was one of conâ€" tempt. "Bah! No one can ever take my placeâ€"not the Gypsy Consuelo‘s!" and she straightened her shoulders and flung up her head with arrogance. Togcther the two of them raced out the door and across the walk to the catb. "Pennsylvania station, and make it snappy," ordereq Doug breathlessly, as the two got in and slammed the door behind them. "What a tough old guy he was. Luckily he knew mse. You‘d think I was a thief." He chuckled. "Baby, it cost me your second best diamond wrist watch to get the loan of a measly two hundred dollars out of the old geezer. Say, I bought that very watch at Tiffany‘s on Stewart‘s account for seven fifty, and the cld mutt thinks he‘s been cheated and only forked over the two hundred on acâ€" sounrt=â€"of Stewart." He yelled: "Hurry up"" to the driver and squeezeq Conâ€" suelo‘s arm. "Gosh, I‘m going to miss you. You know,‘ baby, I think I ought to come along. Listen, I‘m not so hot about this probable ‘beating episode ftrom your old man. How about it, if I trot along with you and if things don‘t go right I‘ll step in, sock the old man for a loop and we‘ll dash out and away. What say, baby?" "â€"â€"than a thousand kisses froem me?" He grinned. "T‘ll bear up. There‘s only one satisfaction in this business and tnat will be my great delight in gently breaking the news to Stewart in the morning. Any particular message, or shall I use my own words?" "That fat toadâ€"ah, but he was harmlessâ€"like a toad. yes, always chirping, ‘Look what I have done for trom your old man. How 'abo‘ixt i.i, if 1 Istared. And the Gypsy Consuelo stood ‘He is down in the town to buy a trot along with you and if things don‘t | as if on trial for her very life anrd down | Dew tent now." She pointeg to Marcu‘s go right I‘ll step in, sock the old man |in her heart she was praying. The siâ€" | wagon. "See, it is ours. We are thinkâ€" for a loop and we‘ll dash out and away. |lence endured. It would never end.|ing of leaving the tribe and buying a What say, baby?" When it didâ€"it would be overâ€"over. | car, since it is Girtza is too oldâ€"fashâ€" She laughed softly angq patted his ‘Girtm would ery: "I do not know this |ioned to allow one in camp. Weâ€"" hand. person. Let no gypsy go to her." Ah.s Consuelo moved cleser .to the girl. "Darling, my little darling, papa|look at him, his face, twisted with| "Tell me, are you married already?" wouldâ€"" but she changed the words | angerâ€"Oor might it be pain? _ i â€"Merla threw back her head and and a fierge intensity entered into her Finally his great vecice boomed out | laughed. voice. "Now, I would rather have his | At her: "Well, now, why are you standâ€"| "Now it couldn‘t possibly make any whip unleashed upon my body thanâ€"*" |ing there like a calf? Come and eat | difference to you. Ho wouldn‘t look atl "â€"than a thousang kisses from me?" |your supper before it gets cold!" | your littlest finger." He grinned. "T‘ll bear up. There‘s only With a cry she was in his arms, hetr Consuelo grabbed her by the shoulâ€" one satisfaction in this business and ; face buried agains; his coat and h* | ders and shook her till her head bobbed that will be my great delight in gently | was hugging her to him. back and forth. breaking the news to Stewart in the| ‘"My frog, my little frog!" l "You lie, you little toau! Tell me, are morning. Any particular message, or "Papa! Papa!" Emotion choked her.|you his wife?" shall I use my own words?" "Oh, papa, how good are your arms!"} "Notâ€"yetâ€"" Merla stammered, tryâ€" She shook her head. "We have said A moment passed. Then he cleared |ing to get her breath. so muchâ€"there can be nothing left to , his throat and pushed her arm‘s length Consuelo let go of her. It was her say." . from him. turn now to put back her head and "Correctâ€"I get you. And Goldie, our "Ah, you are my bad little one to be |laugh. "You will never see the inside of mutual friend Mr Goldber# how shall |so late for vour supper. Anica, a plate |that new tent!" she cried. "Darling, my little darling, papa wouldâ€"" but she changed the words and a fierge intensity entered into her voice. "Now, I would rather have his whip unleashed upon my body thanâ€"" "Correctâ€"I get you. And Goldie, our mutual friend Mr. Goldberg, how shall I soothe him for your walking out on your contract?" TMURSDAY, JANUARY BRD, 1936 CANADA‘S EVERGREEN PLA YGROU N D CGY PSY CIRL First Class Return Fare from Timmins, Ont. $127.45 YÂ¥ ancouver V ictoria Seattle to n a d l n â€"P a c Come out and play in THE STOoRy OF Ar OMFZASSIONED m OA A ti CE /4A M / OON A L D F€ LADLEBR for your Winter vacation this year choose Canada‘s Evergreen Playground. Go‘f, tenâ€" nis, yachting, riding, motoring . . . enjoy all your faveurite outdoor sports in this land of glorious balmy weather. Low first class round trip rail fares Trom Dec. Ist to Feb. 15th. Return limit, April $0th, 1936. stopâ€"overs allowed at interâ€" mediate points. Special winter ratts availâ€" able at bhotels. Low Rail Fares to YANCOUVER, â€" VICTORIA, B.C., and SEATTLE, WASH. Other altractive.Round Trip low fares also available, good in (a) tourlst sleeping cars and (b) coaches. you!‘ Bah, he could not have dont anything without me. It was I who made his Pollies, It is I who am the gypsy dancer of Broadway. I am faâ€" mous from one end of the earth to the other!" "Shrinking violetâ€"but I love you for it, And you don‘t care about just leayâ€" ing him flat when you‘re the big hitâ€"" "What is that to meâ€"now?" He took a deep breath. "It must be swell to be without a conscience. Well, here we ars baby, now we got to run like the devil. T‘ll get the ticket and you head for the gatesâ€"and don‘t get in any fights on the wayâ€"" and they both knew what he meant, remembering her entrance into New York and her quick trip to the jail. They hcpped out of the cab, paid the driver and holding hands ran inside the station. No minutes to spare now. Red caps}to me, nor put her arms about my offering to take the bundle from Doug.|neck and kisssd me." People staring at the gypsy clothes unâ€" "I kiss no gypsy slut!" But she had der the chic fur coat, at the bare fcet, | not taken her eyes from the girl‘s face. the bangles on ears, bright knotted | She stepped closer now, "You have been scarf on her head. ‘‘unhappy. The gorgios have hurt you!" "@uick, not that gate." Gateman| "No! No!" Consuslo cried. "You are bawling out last minute warning. “Hey.} wrong!" hold it a seccndâ€"" Doug shoutingâ€" The woman stepped closer, her black running abhead of her now. "Hurry, kid.| cyes looking into Consuelo‘s. Then sudâ€" hâ€"re take your ticket and moneyâ€"" He denly tears were rolling down her face was shoving them into her hands. and she had the girl in her arms. "Watch yourself now. Can you carry |â€" "Oh, my little one, my daughter, they this bundle all Hands full. |have hurt you!" She was holding her Gateman yelling: "All aboardâ€"train ' close. "I would kill the gorgio who has leaving for Pittsburghâ€"" Doug kissing ( taken the sparkle out of your eyes and her. "Go on, baby, don‘t stop nowâ€"go|the colour from your chseks." She on-â€"" The gate clicking between them.|rubbed her hand across her eyes and Douz mopping his browâ€"gateman runâ€" | Stood back. ‘‘Why did you leave your ning with Consuelo, half carrying mother like a dog? You had better go hcavy bundle. back where you were. You‘re not wantâ€" Gay clothes disappearing, a last| ed here. There is no room in the vyan shouted "Goodâ€"bye, my friend," over|for you, but perhaps I can clear her shoulder, her voice high with exâ€" a place for you to sleep toâ€"night." citement. | She hustled away and Consuelo Doug stood waving his hand.. Hejstared after her, then she looked about shouted: "Don‘t forget to writsâ€"" Now | her helplessly. she was goneâ€"gone. He walked slowly| "A mother now," seh muttered. "Oh, over and sat down on a bench. Suddenâ€" gGOd in heaven, this is too much for 1t bhe was tired. He wanted a good stiff! this bad one!" Doug stood waving his hand. He shouted: "Don‘t forget to writsâ€"" Now she was goneâ€"gone. He walked slowly over and sat down on a bench. Suddenâ€" ly bhe was tired. He wanted a good stiff drink of whiskey. He mopped his brow; he wiped under his wilted collar. He felt dragged outâ€"as if thrre was noâ€" thing left. He caught himself mumâ€" bling, "Don‘t forget to writeâ€"" and an ironical smile crosesd his lips. "Now who ever heard of a gypsy writing?" and it was as if her lips had said the words. No one moved. No ons spoke. Just stared. And the Gypsy Consuelo stood as if on trial for her very life and down in her heart she was praying. The siâ€" lence endured. It would never end. When it didâ€"it would be overâ€"over. Girtza would cry: "I do not know this person. Let no gypsy go to her.‘"‘ Ah, look at him, his face, twisted with angerâ€"or might it be pain? _ Finally his great vceice boomed out at her: "Well, now, why are you standâ€" ing there like a call? Come and eat your supper before it gets cold!" With a cry she was in his arms, hetr "Ah, you are my bad little one to be so late for your supper. Anica, a plate for a gypsy girl ang n extra portion at that." He rubbed his hands across his eyes and blew his nose. "Well, you fools," he shouted, "what are you standing there staring for? Get to your "Look" he shouted. All eyes weore upon her now There was deadly silence. Girtza rose to his feet and ened his big shoulders and : her. CHAPTER 59 AT THE ¢dge of the gypsy camp she stood, motionless, locking before her with eyes of a starving person. Oh, God in heaven, this was home! This again the gyosy camp! The fragrance of the fire in her nostrils; the sound of Romany in hesr ears; the sight ofi the van in her eyes. The old familiar litter, Laughter. â€"Shrill voices of â€"chilâ€" aren. Loud words. Music of the flute. It was Yoda who looked up and saw her. QOUTsTANDING EVELNT He got up and to his feet and straightâ€" shoulders and stared at left the station we ars baby, the devil. T‘ll head for the iny fights on h knew what "Shut up!" He slapped her across the face. "S> you thought you would !ccme back, my little one, sh? Well, I have a new bride that I am going to ‘marry." He put his arm around Merla. ‘"I have paid my golg for her. I marry her in a week but now I have changed ‘my mind. I will marry her t.o-night ,and she will sleep in my new tent." | _ one swing of her body Consuelo Merla from him. Before she | could speak Marcu had her by the arm. § "Not so rough, little ons," he said. ‘wm marry her toâ€"night but before l tdo I have a liftle score to settle with dinner! Get to your work! Before you let your eyes fall from your head, Petlru, play us a tuneâ€"a good lively tune!*" : CHAPTER 60 i THE GYPSIES parted around Conâ€" sueclo and Merla, There was ominous | stlence, all except Merla‘s laughing, her thoraty, musical laughing over Consuâ€" elo‘s comment. "Now who is it that‘s talking about |seeing the inside of my new tent?" The laughter stopped. Consuelo straightened up. There stood Marcu, ,tall. more handsome than she had reâ€" ‘ membered him. ] "I am, big fellow. I saiq I‘d never go 1 | inside it." "Bah! I would noit have you! So you ‘have come back to flaunt your new jewelry to the camp." He reached out and tore the necklaces from her throat and threw them to the ground. "Slut!" | _ "Ligpt" Now the silence was broken. They were crowding around her, asking quesâ€" tions, appraising the quality of silk in her striped skirt and examining the pwelry that adorned her arms and throat. She was kissing this one and that and looking at the new babies, but all the time her eyes were searching for someone. She ate with her fingers, cut of the plate heaped with meat and potatoes and cabbage. She licked her fingers when she had finisheq and laughed till she cried. * Anica took the empty plate. "You have not spoken to your mother, pig Old antagonism flared up. "Now, my mother has not spoken to me, nor put her arms about my neck and kisssd me." "I kiss no gypsy slut!" But she had not taken her eyes from the girl‘s face. She stepped closer now. "You have been unhappy. The gorgios have hurt you!" Just then the Dummy came up to the crowd and saw her. Almost it might bza said sound left his lips, and he threw himself at her feet and kissed h«r bare legs and buried his face in her hands and acted like a drunken man. She lifted up his face and looked deep into his eyes. She kissed his lips and held him close to her. "Oh, Dummy, Dummy, my dcar one, if it hag not been for you I would never have come back," she whispered. "There was more to the picture than you paintâ€" ed," she said, but of course hs could not hear her. Mcrla, with her saucy black eyes, apâ€" proached the girl and fingered the bracelets on her arm. "And what â€"makes~â€"you â€"thinkâ€" that?" Ceonsuelo returned. "You must marry someone or I will not have you in the camp. You are trcubleâ€"maker and Marcu ang Iâ€"" "You will marry the Dummy now? sAme asked. Merla preened herself and twisted her braids and displayed the jewelry on her arms. "You are his bride?" The words were like knives cutting her as she spoke them. She pulled herself free from him. "Ang I with you, big fellow!" She took his ring from her finger and threw it in the dust at his feet. ‘"‘There! Perhaps you remember it! Your hunk of glass I paid for!" He stared at her, eves on fire, theo THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TTMMINS ONTARIO slowly, deliberately, placed his foot over the diamond and ground it into the "Liar!" She lauged up into his face. "Now what is it you would show me?" He turned from her and went to his wagon. The girl stood and watched him. She was scarcely breathing. "That is wh vou!" "You have only kissed me!" she cried. He raised the whip and again it curled around her, the sound echoing through the gypsy camp. A thin line of red came through the white of her blouse. "Another kiss from the man who loves me!" she shouted. "You lie!" Again the whip woundg around her body and her laughter rang out. The sting of the lash was Jjoy, she was cryâ€" ing inside. It is better than all the dreams I have dreamed. Again the whip caresses me. My eyes are closed. I see the marble columns falling into dust and the floor of the marblee palâ€" ace is crumbling bsneath my feet. I am not laughing now. Again the lash! It is beating down the marble walls. Again! They are gone now. Again! It is stripping from me all that I have done. Again! Now the marble is only dust and the high hill is gone and the last chain is torn from me! I am frse! I am home once more. I have never been away. I have never tried to be a gorgio! I am a gypsy! I am a gypsy! Beat me, Marcu, my loved on>, heat me! It is better than all the kisses of a white man! He paused, the whip held high. ‘Now, you hussy, get to my tent! My old one is gocod enocugh for you!" His voics was wild with exultation. He picked up the diamond from the dirt. "Put it on before I beat you more!" He was like a drunken man. "Girtza, my father, where are you? Why have you kept us waiting?" Girtza was standing n:xt him. ‘"Well, now, what would you have?" Marcy took his purse of gold from his pocket and flung it to the ground. ( ‘"No bargains. Take that. She is not worth more!" He cracked the whip above his head. "Now, woman, to my tent! To my tent, I say!" As she went, he followed behind her, cracking the whip and shouting gypsy words. At the door of the tent he paused and turned to the gypsies. "Fools, what are you staring for? Petru, some music! Some songs! Dance, dance,; all night long!" He threw a handful of coins to them. "Get beer! Get wine! Eat! Drink! This is my wedâ€" ding night. In my tent is my bride!" He cracked the whip over his head again then, folding it under his arm, strods into the tent. The flap closed behind him and the strings were In the midst of this apparent muddle of rocks is the series of copperâ€"gold deposits that constitutes the great Noâ€" randa mine. It is not yet known why these deposits have been formed in this particular place. The nature and dispoâ€" sition â€"of the rocks obviously have something to do with it. The geological map of the rocks now provided by Messrs. Conolly and Hart, along with their deductions, may give the reason. Last summer a million dollars was spent by the Geological Survey in field work with a view to directing the efâ€" forts of prospectors and mineâ€"makers throughout this broad Dominion. Alâ€" ready the information thus gained is giving a good return. The more detailed investigations, such as those of Messrs., Conolly and Hart, are similarly valuâ€" able and this particular paper will, it is hoped, start a lively and fruitful discussion. tied hastily in knots. And now for <the first time in months the camp became alive and the trees looked good and the stars wore brighter than they had been. And it seemed that they must sing and their songs had a happy lilt and Petru‘s music was faster and gayer than it had ever been. Laughing was louder and there was kissing and love making unâ€" der the trees. its secrets, and thereby gives the key to the discovery of additional deposits. Such an argument has been started (it is hoped by the authors) in the Januâ€" ary "Bulletin" of the Canadian Instiâ€" tute of Mining and Metallurgy. H. J. Connolly and R. C. Hart have studied in detail the rocks in the Osisko lake area, surrounding the Noranda mine, and appear to have solved at least a part of the puzzle presented by that mixture of rhyolite, tuffs, andesite and whatâ€"not. It sometimes happens that a lively a@argument about the why and wherefore of a mineral deposit that has been disâ€" ccvered and made into a mine discloses The Dummy angd Merla stood apart from the others. "I guess she was his first," she said, shrugging her shoulders, She tilted her saucy head and looked at him. "I have never before seen how handâ€" some you are, my big dumb one. Is your purse of gold always going to hang at your belt?" Cleans Dirty Hands Secrets of the Noranda Area Given by Engineers I think of it ang of What Does it Cost to Make Job for Miner? Some Figures Given in Reâ€" gard to Various Mines. Variety in Cost According to Mine Concerned. (From the Northern Miner) Henry Ford computes that it costs his company about $9000 to provide one of his employees with a steady job. By this observation is meant that an investmer.t of capital in machinery, buildings and services is required in that amount before a man can be put regularly to work. The answer varics with the property and the figure runs from $3,000 to $16,â€" 000. Such sums must be spent in prosâ€" pecting, surface work, shaft sinking,. underground development, machinery purchases, provision of housing accoâ€" modation, erection of mill and equipâ€" ping of same, developing or bringing in power, building roads and carrying out the innumerable small jobs that finally add up to a going mining conâ€" cern. What does it cost to create a job for a miner? Before miners can be put to work the money must be found and in 90 cases out of a hundred it is provided by the public. Even when a producing, diviâ€" dendâ€"paying company expands and for the purpose uses treasury surplus the public pays, because the shareholders forego dividends in order that more men may be given employment or that employment may continue. This task of finding money to open new mines cr to perpetuate established cnes is extremely important. It is not the only problem in mining, of course, but it often overshadows the others. It frequently stands in the light, preâ€" venting development, the resulting enâ€" gagement of miners and the creation of employment for a widening circle of persons. In the following paragraphs some instances of money expenditure to create new jobs are cited. An example of negessary outlay may be provided by Little Long Lac Gold Mines. To the end of 1934 this comâ€" pany had expended $576,880 in buildâ€" ings and equipment and had added to this $297,269 in development and exâ€" ploration work, for a total of $874,149. With about 150 men on the payroll the cost of providing each of them a job ran to $5800 each. Of course, the story does not stop there, as the maintenance of the mine in a condition to produce gold requires constant outlay for deâ€" velopment, for machmexy power and other incidentals. Wrightâ€"Hargrc:aves Gold Mines has paid out to the end of August, 1935, $3,015,108 in providing plant and equipâ€" ment alone, without considering the several million dollars spent in the deâ€" velopment of the property. The B:attie Gold Mines, Limited, has expended $1,082,336 to the end of 1934 in buildings and equipment and in the the whole family ... The plot concerns a young man‘s struggle against unscrupulous rivalry. The opening chapter finds him breaking into his enemy’s home, robbery in his heart. There, he finds the rivai gone, only the daughter and servants in the house. She is in dangerâ€" "The Hidden Enemy" By T. C. Bridges, {amous English author of "A Seven Years‘ Senâ€" tence," "Better Than Gold," "The Other Man‘s Crime," and many others. It begins in the next issue (Monday, January 27th) of The Porcupine Advance will satisfy dad‘s love for mystery stories; mother will like it because of the clean romantic strain that runs through it ; son‘s natural desire for action and adventure will surely find satisfaction here; daughter will appreâ€" ciate the strong, somewhat impetuous hero; grandma and grandpa, who read good fullâ€"fledged novels, will be thankful for the worthâ€"while length of the instalments. mother and dad, son and daughter, yes, and grandma and grandpa too, will like the new 13â€"instalment story beginâ€" ning in the next issue of The Porcupine Advance. ‘*The Hidden Enemy " same year the operating and other exâ€" pense ran to $901,724. In other words about a million dollars in equipment and about a million dollars a year are required to keep stme 300 employees at woOrk. Canadian Malartic and its predecesâ€" sor company a round million dolâ€" lars in reaching the production stage. Hudson Bay Mining and Smelting Company expended $21,413,020 before its 1300 men had assured jobs and its 5000 population community rested sureâ€" ly on an econsmic footing. In this case the cost ran to $16,471 p>r employee, due to the necessity to develop power, build an expensive transmission lins, erect a mill and smelter and create new community in the wilderness. It can kbe readily setn that it takes a million dollars to make a comparaâ€" tively small mine and to create employâ€" ment for absut 150 men. The bigger, the more remote the development the higher the cost. The figures may seem high, but are they? If one were to acâ€" cept a figure of about $7000 as the average cost of getting a miner a Job could this be consideredâ€" excessive Jn The International Nickel Company of Canada has spent about $60,000,000 in nine years in Canada alone and has able to add 4000 Canadian emâ€" ployees. Thus $15,000 per capita has been spent providing them with continuing and increasing employment. It might be argued that in this inâ€" stance the money does not come from the public but it does, from that part of the public which is represented by the shareholders. THE INVIGORATING DRINK OF REAL BEEF FLAVOUR Read it for yourself in the light of the general benefit which accrués from his employment? Apparâ€" ently the econsmic answer to the above question is supplieq by the observatian that industry welcomes the word that Henry Ford has addeq to his payroil. Canada should welcome the news that the number of its miners is steadily increasing. However, Canadians should also reaâ€" lize that the public must put up the capital sum necessary to initiate a new mining operation and bring it to a fruitful culmination. Brantford Expositor:â€"United. States railways are legitimately boasting of a year without the loss of the life of a single passenger. ‘Compared with the mounting toll of the deadly auto the contrast is certainly most marked. The Sons of Scotland heldâ€" theit monthly whist drive in the Hollinger halil on Friday night. There were 15 tables of whist. After the cards a nice lunch was served. Then the dancing started. Scotty Wilson and Peter Boyd supplied the music. Everybody had a good time. D. Cotcher, J. McConnell and ~D. Kerr were the M.C.‘s. Prize winners were:â€"Ladios, first, Mrs. J. Parks; second, Mrs. Hunt; thir}d, Mrs. Chulak; gentlemen, first, Mrs. J. Siirâ€" rat (playing as gentleman); second, C. Sellars; third, Miss M,. James (playing s gentleman). 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