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FRANK CARTER, famous racing driver, and REDDY, his> mechanic, while testing a new car, crash at speed near the country residence of Professor LEONARD ELLINGTON, noted . anâ€" thropologist. Fortunately, no bones are broken, and toth the men, after treatment, will be able to sail in a few days‘ time to Africa where they are taking part in an International Grand Prix race. The professor is going to Africa to investigate an anthropological discovery made by is assistant, RUPERT FEAâ€" 'ITHERSTONE to whom his daughter, DOROTHY, is to be married. Frank finds something distasteful in this engagement, dor although the couple have been separated for two has in the matter and in his earnest= ness he is somewhat rude and discovers that Dorothy‘is not as coldbloodedly scientific as suggested for she gives him a smack across ‘the face as a reply to his rudeness. He decides: to. discuss the matter with his aunt Chns- tine who is to accompany him to Africa. Now read ont n As the Train Drew Out Aunt Chr 1smne had the singular merit ¢f being able to travel light. A tnmk in the van and A suitcase in the rack awbove her head sufficed to see ner through the tropics and across hnalf© South Africa. "For you must take me to Joburg," she told Frank,. "I want to see a gold, mine." TA As it hagpens, the professor and his dauzhter are sailing on the same boat, and as Professor Ellington is keenly interested in ‘motor racing, they look forward to an enjoyable voyage. years, and are to be married on the Ellingtons‘ arrival in Africa, before the parting, each bad destroyed all phaotoâ€" graphs of the other, retaining only In a conversation with â€" Dordthy, Frank voictes "some of the opinions he "mental images." as Dorcthy described them. 7 2 “Slngu'la'x'ly like any other mine," he said. m "You‘re a South African," she stated rather than queried "Yes." "Fine. Then you can tell me about aold mines." s He was tall, With a brown face like leather and crinkles at the corners of eyes from looking at a too Ming sun . The stranger smiled at-tvractively-.i "And sultanas and sheep and citrus i and copper and wheat and maize an:ll diamonds, if you like. I‘ve had a shot at raising or digging for most of tlwmi "You‘re returning to South Africa?"; "VYes. Been over here for a vacation.": They plunged into discussion. Frank leaned ‘out of the cmiage* window and gazed along the length of. the boat train. Crowds clustered at each‘ window, chattering to departing friends and relatives, talking faster and more nervously as the time for the train‘s engine to move drew nearer, The tmim was packed. Many of the passengers. sSYNOPSIS of PREVIOUS Cmn‘nnsj A man on the.carriage seat opposite took his pipe out of his mouth. â€"Christine had a habit of pulling comâ€" plete strangers into her conversations. e cun T «ids w h 4 Ab l d d MA ALAANAAAL 1AAA 4.A A A A 44 A 36 As Published by Special Arrangement Tickets to U.S. Destinations sold subject to passengers meeting Immiâ€" gsration Requirements of US.A, and Canada, GOING RETURNING Bargain Excursion tickets NOT GOOD on !ool Trains Nos. 6 and 15, $y ces t t 2t h c c n h tds .tc d .4. ndlit.. .h w4 is : ts 2t css between Toronto and points East thereof. Bargain excursion tickets to Peterboro good only on C. N. R. excl trains between Toronto and Peterboro. Bargain excursion tickets NOT GOOD on "The Northland"â€" Trains 49 and 50. Leave destination up to and including Monday, May 13th, EXCEPT as follow: ‘Prom Windsor up to 12.30 a.m., Tuesday, May l4th; From Jelliâ€" voe, Geraldton, Beardnmrore, Nakina, Tashota and Longlac ap to Wednesâ€" day, May 15th, 1948. Children 5 years of age, and under 12, when accompanted by guardian. Tickets Good in Coaches ONLY No Baggage Uhe For Fares, Departure Times and Further Information Apply to Local Agent. Buffalo, Cornwall, Detroit, Hamilton, London, Peterboro (via Toronto), Windsor and Intermediate Points Temiskaming and Northern Ontario Railway The Nipissing Central Railway Company FRIDAY, MAY 10th. 1940 BARGAIN COACH EXCURSION N. 0. and C.N.R. STATIONS via NORTH BAY and C.NR. for the train‘s "The Old Girl‘s Gone!" rer, The tnain‘-“ As she came abreast of the compartâ€" tihe passengers. ment recognition gawned, and she inâ€" age, and unger !~, wh HALF FARE Porters ibustled to and fro, Small boys pushed extremely Jdarge wheeled newstands loaded with magazines and papers, or carried trays full of oranges and chocolate. Scuth Africans, to whom the trip to Southampton was a five minute crawl, regzarded ‘these provisionâ€" eérs of mind and body with mild amuseâ€" ment. were ac‘:cnpgnymg voyagers as far as Southampton for the rather futile satisâ€" faction of a last wave from the quayâ€" side. He glanced at ‘his watch. In two minutes they would be pulling out of the station. One of the minutes passed. A man carrying a green flag passed the carriage window. He was glancing at his watch. Frank had an impulse to tell him to wait for two important passengers. He resisted it. Overhead the sky was softly blus, with fleeey clouds, and the air was warmâ€"a typical English day. his neck, Frank saw the green flag raised., A whistle blew. A last carriage door was slammed. But Frank was interested in neither the weather nor the crowds. The thought that he was on the eve of a 6.000 mile journey, and thit it would ibe some monthe before ‘he would see these pleasantly familiar scenes again, hardly evercrossed his mind. He was looking for a man and a girl. He had contrived to get Christine to the station early, and had carefully inspected the train before getting into it. Busy slamming of doors came nearer and nearer. A hand caught the handle of his own door and twisted it expertly. The man passed on and the slamming decreaszsed in volume as he worked his ”_i;eople were already standing back and beginning to wave. Then from the far end of the platâ€" form a figure appeared running. A tallâ€" ish man in a soft black hat whose brim was absurdly tipped up on his high bald head, was blowing vigorously through a bristly black moustache. A blue shirt cuff, shooting beyond the confines of a black overcoat sleeve, was waved frantically. "Hold it!" puffed Professor Ellington. "Hold it!‘" At his heels came a dark haired girl, walking swiftly. Neither of them carried luggage. To see them was to act. Frank threw cpen the door of the compartment. The train was already in motion. "This way, professor!" he shouted. The professor put on a final spurt. Frank grasped a shirt cuff and a part of a hand inside, rather like a Christmas cracker, and pulled, ~_Professor Ellington came aboard. The girl, seeing ner father perform the miracle of actually catching the trainâ€"which he had not believed would happenâ€"abandoned her walk for a trot, and then a run. * were not on board Professor Ellington and his daughter No Baggage Checked C. N, R. exclusive stinctively halted "Haven‘t run like that for ten years! T‘ve got to thank you young manâ€"â€"" Then, belatedly, recognition dawned. "Carter! Theé chap in the motor smash! "Well, this is a coincidence, meeting you." said the professor, not too logiâ€" cally. "One good turn Geserving another, ech?2" But Frank was having no nonsense, Hse gripped her arm, and she had to jump. The pair of them sprawled rather than backed into the compartment. Professor Ellington pulled the dosor to with a slam. He took out a handkerâ€" chief and wiped his forehead. He turned to his daughter, who had regained her composure and seated herself beside the other woman in the compartment unaware that she was merely turning from one conspirator to another. "â€"Carter was sailing on the Enfield There is only one boat train." "Dorothy! Isn‘t it a remarkable coinâ€" cidence?" "No,"* said Dorothy. "No?" "We knew that Mr. Harkerâ€"â€"" "Carter," said Frank between his "But all together in the same comâ€" partment," protested hner father. "Thanks solely to Mr. ‘Carter." "Yes, by jove!" said the professor, with a returning fiood of enthusiasm. "We certainly are grateful to you, son." "What held you up?" said Prank. "The old girl‘s gone," said Professor Ellington, in a hollcw voice. "Theâ€"old girl?" "Father," said Dorothy incisevely, "is talking about that awful car. Rupert advised that he buy a new model and warned that something like this would happen. I thought the Manchester Bbusiness would finally haveâ€"â€"" "Ah yes. Now that was a lark," said the professor comforta‘bly. "Started out to address a szcience congress at Manâ€" chester, and where d‘you think I ended up? At a fair with a crowd of cheapâ€" jacks and gypsies! You see, the old girl shed a wheel, and when ‘this cara«= van came along â€" TI‘d been driving at night to get the benefit of a clear road â€"I asked for a liftâ€"â€"â€"" "Mtr. Carter is not interested in your past misfortunes," said Dorothy, "And anyway you‘ll have no more of them. Your ‘old girl‘ can hardly survive the engine dropping out of her in the midâ€" dle ‘of Piccadilly." "You ought to have seen the policeâ€" man‘s face," said Profesor Ellington. "Won‘t you intreoeduce me, Frank?" It was Christine‘s voice. FPrank, who had forgotten all about his aun‘t, turned to meet the cool gaze of as innocent and childlike a pair of brown eyes as had ever gazed upon a mixed company in a railway compartment. But he was not deceived, Christine wanted to ‘be in on ‘this. "Excuse me!" he said quickly. "Let me introduce my aunt Miss Christine Carter. Miss Ellington, Proâ€" fessor Ellingtonâ€"â€""~ "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Professor Ellington stared. . "Look here, haven‘t we met before? Yes, I remember now. You‘re the cheeky young thingâ€"Good lord! Pid you say your aunt?" "I didn‘t have the chance to correct the impression at the time," said Chrisâ€" tine cooly. "And I certainly didn‘t think you‘d remember me. But I am Frank‘s aunt, Appearances are often deceptive professor." "I remember now." said Ellington slowly. "FPrecklesâ€"ahâ€"Miss Whittaker did say something about her friend Miss Carter. I said, ‘Well, where is she? and she said, ‘You‘ve just been talking to her.‘ So I said, ‘Nonsense, that was one of the senior pupils, and a prettier little‘â€"hrmm. D‘you remember those chocolate eclairs?" A wide grin spread over his blunt features. "I say, this is a stunning coincidence! I said it before, and by gosh, it‘s truer than I thought!" "Let me introduce Mr. John FPoresâ€" ter." said Christine, and turned to the stranger in the corner seat, who had sat sucking his pipe and wa‘tching this byâ€" play with an amused twinkle in his grey eyes. "He‘s a South Africanâ€"a real ecolonial. though he tells me the descripâ€" tion is definitely frowned on in Capeâ€" town circlesâ€"and he‘s been telling me all about gold mines." Cunningly she drew the two men into her orbit. "No Vulgar Emotionalism" It is not easy to cpen a polite converâ€" sation with a girl who, the last time you saw her, was slapping your face. On the other bhand, they were on the boat train; it was the start of an adâ€" venture: and Prank was not shy in any circumstances. As it was, the occasion emboldened him. Frank and Dorcthy were left facing each octher. here we are!" he said brightly Copyright THE pPoORCUPINE ADVANCE, ONTARIO "IT‘m not going to say I‘m sorry forâ€" the last time we met. You asked for it. On the other hand, I‘m not going to be haughty in the best tradition. As you so admirably put it, here we are. Since we‘re going to be fellow travellers, let‘s forget the â€" incident â€" and start from scratch." yOuU 8 Since let‘s i from "Well! uits me itE The hif "What?" *"No vulg: All tranquil "Well, Dorothy me. If don‘t. 1 don‘t. If you doâ€"" "All right," said Frank. "Well, I do!" He felt he had got the worst of the second round. There was something to be said for the pnigher lifeâ€"as a methoaod of attack. "Oh, that‘s all right. It was sent on before. Unless they‘ve got the labels mixed up, the ‘wanted on the voyage‘ stuff will be in the cabins and the rest stowed away wherever ‘they stow it. That is mostly father‘s scientific stuff." But when they glided into Southampâ€" ton ‘they had wandered far from the vexed topic of the higher life, and were pleasantly engaged in desultory conâ€" versation. "But what about your luggage?" asked Frank. "You came aboard with nothing "And we‘re not likely to be needing any old benes on the voyage!" laughed Frank. The liner towered mighuiily above the quay. Threading a way through the other pizmies clustered there, they asâ€" cended the steep gangway to the deck. Stewards, those blueâ€"coated diplomats of the sea. took firm possession of them. "See you on deck when we‘ve seen to our luggage!" said Dorothy gaily. Frank â€"found himself, with Aunt Christine, going along a carpeted corriâ€" dor lined with numbered aoors. Not a porthole, but a curtained winâ€" dow, looked cut on the water, An inâ€" conceivable number of chromium plated gadgets for heating, airâ€"conditioning, lighting, hanging and washing had been ingeniously backed into a small space. There was a table, a sofa, an armchair and a bed. "No. I‘m going to try to make him forget old bones for three weeks. He hasn‘t had a holiday for a long time. Christine pulled off her gloves. "How did you make out?" "Splendidly! We are reconciled." "That Professor Ellington," said Christine â€" dreamily, "is a charming man." "Well, you knew him before." "But only for a few minutes. He improves on acquaintance." "Well!" said Frank. ‘"They‘ve done you proud, Christine. I must pop along and see what they‘ve done to me." "so does his dauzhter." said Frank "Well, I‘ll see you on deck, Christine.‘ He sped away. In his cabin Reddy was waiting for him. "Always my little optimist," said Frank. "You never fail to have heart failure at these crucial moments. But she‘s okay?" "I saw the bus put aboard last night." he said. "Gosch, my heart was in my mouth when they slung her up! Suppose their infernal crane had bustâ€"â€"" "S3 far as I could see," said Reddy lugubriously. "I‘d have had to unpack her before 1 could be satisfied, myself. But what‘s done‘s done." "Don‘t let‘s have any fatalism from you," said Frank. "I am getting enough of it from other quarters. Well, where have they put you, Reddy?" "Not a bad spot." said Reddy comâ€" placently. "I like the steward. He‘s going to teach me to play poker." "Heaven forbid! Well, I must dash along now. Come along after we‘re on our way and we‘ll have a yarn." After he had gone Reddy gazed sadly at the closed door. "Women!" he said bitterly. He had a feeling that technical chats about. accelerationâ€"which was Reddy‘s idea of a ‘yarn‘ ‘with anyGody also ‘on the job‘â€"would be strictly limâ€" ited this voyage. Still, that steward seemed a nice chap; and there was a youns pasesnger ‘to whom Reddy, as one of the big race men, was already an idol. Reddy had promised to get Frank‘s autograph for him. Life had its compensations. Two in a Ship The departure of a big liner is always a solemn occasion. Even the cheerers on ‘the quayside who had adroitly thrown coloured streamers to their travelling friends on deck, and now held the cther end ‘while they bawled faceâ€" tious parting shots, were conscious of this atmosphere. Indeed, they were there because of itâ€"to supply plenty of convivial noise ‘that would drown the the sound of snapping ties. Some of those travelling were going on pleasure bound; some were going to seek jobs in a new and strange country; some were returning home. Some were blase, some thrilled, some hopeful, some anxicus, some rich enough not to care. But all felt that atmosphere, which is as perceptible on the hundredth as on the first vovage, of a setting out into the unknown. "The jovial speeders of the travellers would be strangely silent on the homeâ€" ward train journey. .. He found Dorothy Ellington at the rail, and wes glad to see that she was alone. Surrounded by a mob of peop‘!le, certainly; but alone in the sense that the other jostlers at the rail were strangers. When Frank came on deck those not travelling had already been scurried ashore. Ropes were being cleared. The telephorie, the last link for some with friends in faraway places, was just beâ€" ing removed. "Good enes ; She turned to him with a smille s." said call it g vulgar are £J stupi ‘ said Frank »~higher life VOUuU call salid Frank, pleased. "That Absolutely!" I thought it out just now. + £3 stupidâ€"" But a Doroth y. "Here we are emotiona and caln t what 3 t I won‘t onalism. No scenes alm rationalityâ€"*" it you please," said n‘t let you provokse want to be friends, dashed again!" So that‘s girl‘ s nuIir ‘No,‘ you‘l natural." "Well, we‘re noearly offl. Gaodb\e Englandâ€"for a time!" "Is this your first voyage?" "My first long voyage." "Do you feel it?" he asked. "What?" "I don‘t know. But it‘s always there, at the beginning of a long voyage. A feeling of strangeness, adventure, anyâ€" thingâ€"mayâ€"harpenâ€"roundâ€"theâ€"corner, A fre:hn start. A blank sheet. Andâ€"goodâ€" bye, England!" "Yes." she admitted. "I do." "And are you thrilled?" "If T say ‘yes.‘ you‘ll ‘say, ‘Aha, the girl‘s human after all." And if I say "Well, just tell me how you feel." "Yes. Thrilled. In a way. Do I pass as human?" "You do. But that‘s just the point. I know ycu are. Only you try to preâ€" tend to yourself ycu‘re above such weaknessâ€"â€"*" "There you go." She laid a hand on his sleeve. "Please don‘t lecture. You may be right. I do feel somehow difâ€" ferent than when you said certain things about what you call the ‘higher life.‘ But I don‘t want to talk about it now, please." "Look, we‘re moving!" The last rope had been cast off. The great ship ‘began to glide, almost imâ€" perceptibly at first, then faster, from the quayside. The narrow moat of water far beneath them widened. The colourâ€" ed streamers were paid out to the last, They straightened out. ‘They began to break. "Gsod old Bertic!" someone yelled, and a ycounsg man on deck waved furiâ€" ously and shouted back. "Don‘t get seaâ€"sick, old man!" "Don‘t play poker with strangers!" "Don‘t forget to write!" "Send a card from Madeira!" "Rethenmber me to John!" A woman on the quay had a handâ€" kerchief to her eyes. A young crowd on the quay raised a cheer. A few wisps of coloured streamers hung down the sides of the great ship, or ficated forlornly on the mwater. The line began to turn. "Well," said Frank tritely, "we‘re off!" "Yes.â€" We‘re off !" The voyage had begun. (To be Continued) Somewhere a band was playing "God Save the King." The young man called Bertie was still waving furiously, and shouting, and his friends were shouting iback, though neither could possibly have heard now what the others were shouting. The crowd on the quay receded and etew smaller. Candidateâ€"How did you like my speech on the agricultural problem? Farmerâ€"It wasn‘t bad, but a day‘s rain would do a heap more good.â€"Exâ€" change. ' ~ WHY buy a car that‘s content to follow alongâ€"when little, if any, more money will put you in a McLaughlinâ€"Buick up where the banners are flying? This year‘s automotive style pattern was cut by Buick a good twelive months ago. 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