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THURSDAY,. SEPTEMBER 1!TH, 1941 CHARM and grace go hand in hand. being charming In almost every insiance a woman of ‘The woman | outstanding charm has grace of moveâ€" should be conse ment, poise and alluring posture. So but she must the girl or woman who is seeking that poses. If she subtle beauty asset called “charm,”i and wWalk in $ must learn to walk gracefullly, develop ; soon carry her a serenity which is called poise, and | situations. learn the art of appropriate and pretty | Hand gesture gestures. l tion only when Dancing is one of the best ways of acquiring grace or movement. It trains the body to move rhythmically â€" free of selfâ€"consciousness. Relaxation helps greatly too. No women can hope to be alluring if her muscles are taut and if she sits and walks and speak with tonâ€" sion. ‘One‘s mind must be relaxed as well as one‘s body so she learns to relax at will has taken a lasting step toward TAKES OFF GRIME WITHOUT SCOURING O need for hard rubbing and scrubbing when you use a solution of Gillett‘s Pure Flake Lye. It cuts right through grease, clears clogged drains, keeps outâ€" houses sanitary and odorless, scours pots and pans, takes the hard work out or heavy cleaning. Keep a tin always handy. Beauty and You by PATRICIA LUINDSAY zs *Never dissolve lye in hot water. The action of the Iye itself heats the water FREE BOOKLET â€"â€" The Gillett‘s Lye Booklet telis how this powerful cleanser clears clogged drains . . . keeps outâ€" houses clean and odorless by destroying the contents of the closet . . . how it ?crforms dozens of tasks. Send for a ree copy to Standard Brands Ltd., Fraser Ave. and Liberty Street, Toronto, Ont. Fragrant colognes and sachets play an important role in a charmâ€" ing woman‘s life. Both should suit one‘s personality. ۤT°D,. 183% â€"â€" QOVER A CENTURY OF BANKING SERVYVICE Grace Is Charm‘s Counterpart â€" Woman Should Possess Both. Dependent on Each Other No one citizen is independent of the efforts of his fellow citizens. The way of life in the community and in the nation is dependent on the united eflorts of all. YOU are helping to provide services for | THE OTHER FELLOW other goods or projy for yvou. The BANREK of NOV A SCOTIA The Bank‘s part is to provide dayâ€"toâ€"day hanking servicesâ€"your active use of them will be welcomed OW is helping make provide other services make goods or the other fellow. should be conscious also of her posture, but she must never strike deliberate poses. If she learns to stand and sit and walk in good posture, habit will soon carry her graciously through all situations. Hand gestures are used in conversaâ€" tion only when needed, and they must flow with the same grace which dancâ€" ing teaches. The woman who â€" talks with her hands, instead of with her tongue and eyes, is a ibore. Other people get awfully tired watching her hands fly and her bracelets jingle. The layman may learn to use gestures beâ€" comingly by iwatching a most accomâ€" plished actressâ€"one who makes every gesture count and no waste effort is displayed to the audience. Good Health Key to All And now a word about the basic foundation of charm, which is good health, A clear voice, abtractive skin and hair and easy movement are not possible to possess if one‘s vitality is impaired by malnutfrition, worry or other illness. I cannot stress this too strongly for I urge all women to keep healthy. I am convinced health is the only road to happiness and success in life.> Of course, when an incurable illâ€" ness strikes we must bear it as bravely (Photo courtesy Lucien Lelong) Britain‘s Fighting Planes and Warships 29 NOW AVAILABLE _ as possible, but even then we should| strive to conquer it. Women who write me they are nervâ€" ous, timid, morose, jealous, terribly tired or horribly selfâ€"conscious, are not healthy women. Something is dragâ€" ing them down, and before any beauty is possible those women must again atâ€" tain good health. No cosmetic can supplement what poor health destroys. Cosmetics do enhance one‘s beauty, and they are a blessing during a conâ€" valeacem, period, but they cannot subâ€" suwte for good health. I once asked the most charming | woman I have ever met this question: "How can you do so much so graciousâ€" | ly?" She smiled her thanks for the compliment and said, "I was blessed with good health and because I conâ€"| sider it a blessing direct from heaven T have cherished it and nursed it. It has helped me through every trying siltuation in life and has given me grea vitality." (Released by The Bell Syndicate, Inc.). During the past week there were fourteen births registered here at the town hall. While this is better than the average for the year, it is not up to the average for the week last year. wI Aie Iuuivcgtil seVveim Weic yiris ana seven boys. Fourteen Births Recorded Here During Past Week Buriiâ€"uii oepteimver 5th, 1941, to Mr. iwmitr‘s. Aivert Unrara, ul MOlLâ€" guimery avenutâ€"i Qaugiiler. Buiiiâ€"0ll1 August i0u1, i1441, t Mr. Alla imiI‘Ss. KOberyv OLI 44 nmneien sSuLeet, Al ot. Mary‘s mnospltdaiâ€"i S0LL, bBuiiiâ€"Ou August 2oru, 1941, 1O MI wilU Afbiiul Lsmalurge, UL _ 111%; SUFEe¢tâ€"ia SOll. bornâ€"on «uly zuun, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. nenri Luno0ls, ol 200 Mapice sbiece south, at ot. mary‘s qospilaiâ€"a SOIl. Horiiâ€"Ooun August Â¥5U4u, i1Y41, to Mr. anu mrs. CQuaries m. Buugess OLI 284 mBalsaimn Street norflWiiâ€"â€"ia@a Ss0on. Eornâ€"on suiy iith, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Bernard 4. iwoonig@ii, oJ 320 spruce sStreeL SOuUln, al 3t. mialy‘s HOoSpivaiâ€"i son. Eornâ€"on July 16th, 1941, to Mr. and MmMrs. Maurice Vaiuancourt, of itiversiue uriveâ€"a son. Bornâ€"on Juy zZina, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. George Ailred wmssery, of 61 Mapie street norin, at st. Mary‘s hospitatâ€" a daugnter (Linda Jean kWlizabeun). Bormnâ€"on August 6tn, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Michael Boetto, of 51 Paul avenue, Ssouth Porcupine, at St. Mary‘s hospitalâ€"a son. Bornâ€"on August 18th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Kocucak, of 266 Balâ€" sam street northâ€"a daughter.,. Bornâ€"on July 18th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Francis McDonald, of 266 Elm street south, at St. Hary‘s hospitalâ€" a daughter. Bornâ€"on August 24th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Phillippe of 104 Main avenueâ€"a daughter. Bornâ€"on â€" August 25th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Nick Lukon, of 158 Cedar street southâ€"a daughter. Bornâ€"on August 6th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Karl Steinbrummer, of North Roadâ€"a daughter.. Luncheon Party Saturday in Honour of Brideâ€"toâ€"be Mr. George Pcppleton, of Haileybury, has among his treasures a dog tag ‘ which he has kept for over 24 years in memory of a household pet. The tag inscribed "Haileybury, 1917," came through the fire of 1922 and has reâ€" mained in the owner‘s possession since the faithful pet that wore it passed on to the happy hunting grounds. Mrs. Jas. Keene, 110 Spruce sureet north, was hostess on Saturday afterâ€" noon at a luncheon party in honour of Miss Helen Crews, brideâ€"elect, and her bridal attendants. Miss Crews will become the ‘bride of Mr. Jack Lake on Tuesday, September 16th. Larkspur, sweet peas, and snapâ€" dragons in pastel shades, adorned the luncheon table, while other summer flowers were tastefully arranged throughout the home. The brideâ€"toâ€" be was presented with two lovely gifts, and her attendants each received favyâ€" our. Miss Ann Jopson, one of the atâ€" tendants, was unable to be present. Among those who attended were:â€" Mrs. J. R. Todd, of Schumacher, Mrs. W. Crews (mother of the brideâ€"toâ€"be), Misses Barbara Lowe, Marjorie Bull, Mary Adams, Lois Hetherington (a visitor from St. Catherines), Miss Ruby Hawkins, the brideâ€"elect (Miss Helen Crews), and the hostesés, Mrs. Jas. Keene. * Kirkland Lake Boy Knits Pair of Socks for Soldier (From The Northern News) i Bobby Doxsee, aged 13, of 5 Burnside | Avenue, Federal Townsite, is the only | known boy in the Township of Teck to| knit a pair of socks and have them worn by a soldier serving overseas. ' Bobby not only knitted a pair of socks, but also wristlets and had them sent through the Salvation Army Red Seal to the men in the fighting forces. He was a surprised boy when he reâ€" ceived a letter from Sapper Thomas ‘Bell, aged 44, Edmonton, Canada, tellâ€" ing him that he had received the socks in England. In the letter Bobby learnâ€" ed the writer had served in the last war in Mesopotamia, Malta, Egypt, Inâ€" dia and France. He mentioned that he had been on a ship that was torpedied in the Mediterranean.. He was a surprised boy when he reâ€"| «"Maybe, I haven‘t gone about this ceived a letter from Sapper Thomas| business the right way," he said mildly. Bell, aged 44, Edmonton, Canada, tellâ€"|‘«@I‘m no diplomat. Let‘s put it this ing him that he had received the socks way. How would you like to be rich?" in England. In the letter Bobby learnâ€"| (Peter stared. ed the writer had served in the last "No need to ask any upâ€"andâ€"coming war in Mesopotamia, Malta, Egypt, Inâ€"|young man that, eh? course you dia and France. He mentioned that he | would! For one thing it would put had been on a ship that was torpedied !you in the way of certain young lady in the Mediterranean.. |eh? Ha, ha! Well, here are all my ‘Mrs. E. Doxsee, mother of Bobby |cards on the table.‘‘ said Mr. Monte would like to organize a group of other|abruptly solemn again. ‘"I can make young boys and girls from Central / you rich.‘ Not a millionaire, but rich; School where Bobby is attending, into| worth a small fortune. I can; I want a knitting and sewing club so thatt to: and if you let me, I will." work like this can continue. He raised his glass and nodded to +Mrs. E. Doxsee, mother of Bobby |card: would like to organize a group of other | abru young boys and girls from Central|you School where Bobby is attending, into| wort HAS KEPT DOG TAG FOR OVER TWENTYâ€"FOUR YEARS THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TIMMINS, ONTARIO Characters in the Story, PETER CROSBY: Young mining enâ€" gineer taking a modest seaside holiday when the story opens. SIR JOHN CARR: A South African gold mining magnate; widower, rather pompous and purseâ€"proud, but sound at heart. LUCY CARR: His only child, a very attractive girl in the early twenties. TERRENCE PARRY: A rich young acquaintance of the Carr‘s. A man of great charm and good looks. FRANCIS GOULD: Sir John Carr‘s secretary. Silent, reserved: much ocâ€" cupied with his work and with mining statistics. ' MR. OSA: A coloured man of Euroâ€" pean education, short of stature, but a gaint in dtective skill. What the Story Has Revealed PETER CROSBY, taking a seaside holiday at Marathon, South Africa‘s premier resort, meets Lucy Carr, and falls deeply in love with her. Lucy is more interested in him than she would admit. But to Peter the whole affair seems hopeless because the Catrt‘s are notoriously wealthy and he ‘(Peter) has only the small income of a young man learning his profession. Peter‘s dilemma is apparent to many people. (One ‘Mr. (MONTE, a rather rough diamond from Johannesburg, affects to take an interest in him, and tells him he can, make al fortune overâ€" night by buying shares known as Golden Deeps. (Now Read On) Afterwards, Peter was to look back on that moment and wonder a thousand times what impelled him to obey. The chief reason was that the man had a certain rugged charm about him. Whatâ€" ever Mr. Monte‘s faults, lack of perâ€" sonality was not one of them. Added to; that was a certain natural curiosity. On impulse, Peter switched on his engine. "All right," he said. "But if ithis is an attempt at a touch, or a variation on the old three card trick, I may as well warn youâ€"â€"â€"" For an obscure reason Mr. Monte regarded this as the richest of jests. He sat back in his seat and laughed until the tears came to his eyes. "A itouch!" he belowed. "By Harry, that‘s good! No son, I‘m not out to touch Â¥you for a loanâ€"ha ha!" The car slid into the traffic stream. "And now," said Peter, when. they were seated at a table in a deserted lounge of his hotel, "what‘s the joke?" | to: and if you let me, I will." He raised his glass and nodded to Peter with great amiability.. "Well, bungâ€"o!" Mr. Monte fiipped a big hand at a hovering Indian waiter. When the orâ€" der had been taken and the man had gone, he leaned his arms on the table and peered earnestly at Peter, "You‘re sweet on old man Carr‘s daughter, aren‘t you?" The question was so unexpected) that for a moment Peter simply sat, staring. Then he got grimly to his feet. Mr. Monte raised an imploring hand. "Now, for the love of Harry! No ofâ€" fence intended, to you or to Miss Carr. If it‘ll ibe any comfort ito you," he went on, "I‘m aâ€"iwell, a sort of friend of the family. Of old Carr himself, anyâ€" way." He saw disbelief in Peter‘s eyes laughed shortly. "Don‘t be a fool! Don‘t get any funny ideas into your head that you‘re talking to one of your social inferiors, because you‘re not! I could buy and sell half a daozen of you!" "My good man," said Peter patiently, "Your money, real or imagined, doesn‘t interest me. Why should it? You could be a multiâ€"millionaire, but you still wouldn‘t have any business poking your nose into my affairs. And thet," he added, "is what you seem to have been doing." Peter‘s retort was interrupted by the arrival of the waiter. Mr. Monte seizâ€" ed his opportunity to speak again as soon as the man had gone. Mr. Monte‘s bluster suddenly collapsâ€" ed. He began to wave deprecatory hands. His big face was melancholy. He looked up at Peter like a large, ugly, beseeching dog. "For the love of Harry!" he implored Don‘t get so mad!" Peter proceeded to rise. Mr. Monte paused with his glass halfâ€"way to his lips, and stared. ‘©Hey! Where are you going? I haven‘t finished yet." wearily. "I told you the three card trick or any other game was out. I‘m not the sort of greenhorn I appear to worth a small fortune. I can; I want} ‘Good afternoon,"‘ said a soft voice. to: and if you let me, I will." They had had the room to themâ€" He raised his glass and nodded to'selves. Now a plump, apologetic figâ€" Peter with great amiability.. "Well,| ure blinked mildly at them. He apâ€" bungâ€"o!" peared to have materialized from noâ€" Peter proceeded to rise. Mr. Monte| where. Sir John Carr saw a round paused with his glass halfâ€"way to his black face, and brown eyes behind lips, and stared. ‘©Hey! Where are spectacles: black hands resting meekly you going? I haven‘t finished yet." on the head of a black stick. "You needn‘t bother" said PEéter Mr. Orion bounded from his chair. wearily. "I told you the three card "«Confound â€" your impudence!" he trick or any other game was out. I‘m | stormed. "Who the devil are you?" not the sort of greenhorn I appear to "Mr. Xosa,""‘ said the other meekly. be," ‘“That is my name. You are the manâ€" "I know!"‘ he. went on, raising hislager? so sorry to trouble you. I hand, as Mr. Monte was about to speak.‘ have come about my brother.‘" and ««You‘re going to make me rich. A friend of yours has discovered how to make diamonds, or maybe it‘s gold; all I have to do is to hand over a hundred quid and you‘ll do the rest. I‘m afraid you‘ll have to pay for the drinks. You ordered them, and it was your invitaâ€" tion. If you‘ll excuse=smeâ€"â€"* Mr. Monte sighed. Then he chucâ€" kled. ‘"You‘re hard to convince, aren‘t you? Still I don‘t blame you. I supâ€" pose it does sound a bit phony." He massaged his rough chin. ‘*But here‘s proof." He pulled a wallet from his pocket, and spilled on the table a sheaf of banknotes whose number and denomâ€" inations made Peter open his eyes. Then he rose. ‘‘There‘s a thousand pounds," he said carelessly, as if it had been a handful of coppers. "I‘m leaving it there. If you don‘t pick it up you‘ll be a darned fool, because someone else will. I‘m not giving it to you, though; I‘m lending it to you. You can pay it back to me tomorrow. You‘ll find me at the Orient. "Now please listen carefully to what you have to do."‘ His voice was sharper and commanding:; and Peter, with his eyes still on the incredible pile of notes, listened as if hypnotised. "Put a trunk call through to Morton and Downey in Johannesburg. They‘re stockâ€"brokers.‘‘ He glanced at his watch. "You‘ve still got an hour and a half before they close business. Give them my name as a reference, and ask them to buy for you a thousand quids‘ worth of Golden Deeps. These are mining shares; you know that. You probably also know that they‘ve been a drug on the market for eighteen years. But between toâ€"day and toâ€" morrow they‘re going to hit the ceiling. "So far as you‘reâ€" concerned, there‘s no risk attached to it whatever. You have the money there in front of you. It‘s a loan, not a gift, so you can take it without any qualms of conscience. "If Golden Deeps fail to perform, then I‘m the loser, not you. And you can forget the debt, and use the share certificates to paper the wall of your room with. «* But they won‘t fail,.. They‘re going upâ€"high and fast. And tomorrow you can pay me back my thousand and keep the balance. I‘m doing is giving you a tip, and the money to back it. My money, my judgment. I happen to be backing it myself. If I‘m wrong, it‘s my funâ€" eralâ€"and I‘ll be dropping more than a thousand quid. But I‘m not wrong, so everything‘s all right. ‘And with a flip of his hand Mr. Monte turned and walked out, leaving "You‘ve got the name, now? _ Morâ€" ton and Downey. So long, son." a very dazed young man contemplating a sheaf of banknotes spilled between two glasses. CHAPTER III TROUBLEâ€"AND MR. XOSA The manager of the Orient Hotel was small and plump. His name was Sam Orion, and he was the proud posâ€" sessor of slim white hands, that perâ€" formed the most graceful and placaâ€" ting gestures. The hands were busy now, but Sir John Carr eyed them without favour.. There was a frown on his brow, and he nibbled his white moustache. ‘"*You say they have the fellow locked up?" he jerked. "That‘s all very well; but where‘s my noteâ€"case?" Mr. Orion looked sorrowful. His round cherubic face creased into melâ€" ancholy pink folds. "These natives are very cunning, Sir John; cunning rasâ€" cals. Of course he‘d have the sense to get rid of it almost immediately; proâ€" bably passed it on to some confederâ€" ate... But you say there was not much money in the case? So, after allâ€"â€"" Sir John shrugged impatiently. "I‘ve told you all that beforeâ€"you and the police. It isn‘t the value. But the case happened to be a gift from my daughter, and I want it back if posâ€" sible." Mr. Orion nodded understandingly. "A gift. Naturally you wish to have it returned. But we are doing all we can, Sir John. I assure you. "We have never had such an event happen at the Orient before. I pick the servants myself. Very, very careâ€" fully. We had this man for a number of years. He seemed to me to be quite honest. These tnings are very distressing. But I assure youâ€"â€"" Sir John got up. ‘"Oh, well, I supâ€" pose there‘s nothing more to be done. If the police get anything, let me know. "And what should I know about your brother?" demanded Mr. Orion sharply. "HMe works here." " Good heavens, am I supposed to know every darned nigger who works in the hotel?" Mr. Orion gestured his graceful â€"hands in a wave of despair. Mr. OQrion ignored the thrust. He turned to Sir John with an appealing shrug, and murmored: "I hope you will forgive thisâ€"and unfortunate inciâ€" dent! I‘ll soon set him about his bus@iâ€" ness." He turned to the intruder. "Get out of here at once. If you want to make any inquiries you‘ll find the servants‘ entrance at the back of the building.‘" To Sir John he murmured. "Don‘t know how the fellow managed to get into the main part of the hotel.‘" "Well, you said you picked them all yourself," said Sir John. He was surâ€" veying the intruder with a thoughtful frown. Mr. Xosa did not move. His hands still rested on the head of his stick. His voice was very meek.: He said: ‘"My brother they tell me, has been arâ€" rested." Light dawned on Mr. Orion. "so that‘s your brother?"‘ he raged. He turned on Mr. Xosa the aspect of a stalking lion. "That dirty, ungrateâ€" ful, theiving dog! And you have the impudenceâ€"by jove, TI‘ll get the police on to you!‘" care?" "The hunter goes to the lion, rather than that the lion should come after him,‘‘ said Mr. Xosa. â€"He coughed apologetically. "I shall go to the police. They have my brother in their Before Mr. Orion could reply, he went on: ‘"My brother is no thief. There is no evil in his heart, Do berâ€" ries and weeds spring from the same tree? I am a snarer of thieves, and I know my brother. He is a good man. You have in your employ one Tickey Charlie?" Mr. Orion stared. "Tickey Charlie? There‘s a night porter called Tickey Mr. Xosa nodded. "A cunning pickâ€" er of locks and pockets," he said pleaâ€" santly. "He is known to me, and to the police in Johannesburg, though not I think, to the police here. I go now to see my brother. I thank you, kind sirs.‘‘ He bowed low. ‘"Good afterâ€" noon.‘"" The door was closing softly behind him before they realized he was gone. Mr. Orion blinked. "I‘m sorry, Sir <ohn; a bit soft in the head, probably ‘I‘ said Sir John grimly, "should inâ€" vestigate Mr. Tickey Charlie. Good afternoon." Mr. Orion sank back in his cushioned chair and regarded his graceful white hands. These pestilential guests, and their finicky whims! A man worth millions, bothering his head over a noteâ€"case that he could buy in any fancy goods shop! Mr. Orion shruggâ€" ed and drew an ivory telephone towards him on its cradle. He had more imâ€" portant things to do, he told himself austerely, than hunt for missing note cases. CHAPTER IV. MORNING AFTER Peter Crosby woke from a fantastic dream in which a big man with a diaâ€" mond on his little finger chased him down long unending corridors., He smiled; and then memory leaped up. He recalled Mr. Monte‘s parting gesâ€" ture, and the heap of banknotes lying where they had been carelessly flung between the two glasses on the table. When Mr. Monte had gone, he had remained staring at the notes in a dazed fashion. Then he had grabbed them up, stuffed them in his pocket, and rushed out, almost knocking over a waiter who got in his path., ‘Hey!‘ he yelled. "Hey! Come back" But Mr. Monte had gone. Peter‘s first impulse had been to go to the Orient Hotel. The only thing that had deterred him was the thought that he might encounter Lucy Carr. In his excited frame of mind, he would not know what to say to her; and if he told her the story, she might think he had gone crazy. It all seemed too remote, incredible; and yet it had actually happened. He had compromised by telephonâ€" ing the hotel, and asking for Mr. Monte He was informed that Mr. Monte had gone out, and had not yet returned. He had asked the hotel to tell Mr. Monte to ring him as soon as he got in. Then he had gone into his room to await the call. He locked his door, and took out the notes. They looked genuine. He counted them. He had suddenly beâ€" come the owner of a‘thousand pounds. He paced his room restlessly, but no call came from Mr. Monte. An hour passed, and in that time he had a chance to think of â€"many things. Supposing â€" he could not put the thought from himâ€"supposing â€" Mr. Monte‘s tip were genuine? He had heard of such things. In this country of god, men became millionaires and paupers overnight, Suppose these shares did go up? Suppose they douâ€" bled their value? He would then be the richer by a thousands pounds, after he had paid back his smnte bene= | factor‘s "loan." A thousand pounds would give him enough capital at least to make a sta~t with these experiments that he had long planned on paper, a beginning with that new device which might cut down the costs of goldâ€"mining. If he did not seize this chance, he might struggle on for years, earning a fairly decent salary, but with his taâ€" lents gradually going to waste. What were the shares? Golden Deeps. He was a mining engineer, not a financier. He had heard of Golden Deeps. Hadn‘t there been a sudden fall in their value years before? Yes, he had it now. All goldâ€"mining ventures are highly speculative. Heavy losses almost canâ€" cel out sudden rewards, Like many another venture, Golden Deeps had started off with rich prospectsâ€"an easâ€" ily worked reef at little depth, and an apparently rich ore. Then, quite sudâ€" denly, the vein had petered out. They had been comatose for years If then there had been a fresh find, changing the whole situation of the mine, Monte‘s story became less fanâ€" tastic. If his information was correct, then his gesture could be partly unâ€" derstood. For he would have nothing to lose. Provided Peter were honest, he was sure of getting his money back. and besides, he looked like the sort of man who had money to burn, and would enjoy making an impulsive, quixotic gesture â€" especially when it would cost him nothing. Peter came to a sudden decision. He glanced at his watch. Then he went downstairs and rang up the Orient Hotel. Mr. Monte he was told, had not yet returned. He thought of asking for Sir John Carr. Monte had said he was a friend of the family. But it was difâ€" ficult to associate that rough diamond with the urbane Sir John. And Lucy‘s father might ask questions that it would be difficult to answer.. He spun the dial again instead, and when he got the exchange, asked for a trunk call to Morton and Downey‘s offices, Johannesburg. Ten _ minutes later a perspiring young man put down the phone and wiped his brow. "Phew!‘"‘ he said. The name of Monte had worked magic. Without raising the slightest difficulty, and without asking a single question, Messrs Morton and Downey had agreed to purchase £1,000 worth of Golden Deeps shares on behalf of Mr. Peter Crosby. Peter sitting up in bed, remembered these things; and he suddenly leaped out from the sheets,. Idiot! The paâ€" per would tell him the bestâ€"or the worst. The newspaper, even now, was peepâ€" ing a corner under his bedroom door. wWith trembling fingers he pulled: it towards him, and eagerly turned the pages. The news came up and hit him in heavy, leaded type. He sat down on the bed and, with some difficulty, lit a cigarette. Then he read carefully through the long message. As he read, he realised that the thing exceeded his wildest dreams. He had been toying with the idea of makâ€" ing a thousand pounds! He laughed shakily. The Golden Deep engineers had struck one of the richest deposits of ore in the century, the paper‘ stated. The Rand had once again made hisâ€" tory. Lucky shareholders who had gone to bed the previous night, the owners of worthless share certificatées ha dawakened to find themselves rich. The value of Golden Deeps had soared within a few hours to ten times their value. Mr. Monte‘s thousands had multiâ€" plied tenâ€"fold. Peter was now the richer by ten thousand pounds. He laid the paper aside, and dressed slowly and carefullyâ€"chiefly as an exâ€" ercise of selfâ€"control. Then he sought Messrs Morton and Downey on the phone. He got through after little delay. "Mr. Peter Crosgy speaking,‘"‘ he said, and was aware that he was breathless., "About these sharesâ€"â€"" "Ah,. yes, Mr. Crosby," said a pleaâ€" sant voice. "A thousand pounds, wasâ€" n‘t it? Congratulations. Now, sir, do you want to hang on to the shares, or sell? If you desire to sell, we can easily find a clientâ€"â€"â€"" Peter hesitated, but only for a fracâ€" tion of time. He was an engineer, not a gambler. What had collapsed like a pricked bubble once might do so again. "Sell,"" he said promptly. "Very good Mr. Crosby," said the voice. Ignoring breakfast, Peter went out into the sunshine. His first duty was clear. He must seek out Mr. Monte. (To be Continued) Handkerchief Shower in Honour of Brideâ€"toâ€" Miss Sheila Lang, brideâ€"toâ€"be, was ruestâ€"ofâ€"honour on Saturddy at an afternoon tea and handkerehief showâ€" er held at the home of Mrs. G. H. Adams, 1 Lakeshore Road, with Miss Mary Adams as joint hostess. Miss Lang will become the bride of Mr. Teslie Redford on Saturday, September 13th. A profusion of gladiol! adorned the home for the event, and the handkerâ€" chiefs for the brideâ€"toâ€"be were presentâ€" ed in a novel nosegay, each streamer bearing one of the dainty gifs. Among those who attended were:â€" Misses Katherine Kelly, Evelyn Rymer, Barbara Lowe, Lois Hetherington, Phyllis McCoy, Betty Ostrosser, Helen Russell, Ann Sullivan, Ellen Harkness, Harriet Harkness, the guestâ€"ofâ€"honâ€" our (Miss Sheila Lang), and the hostâ€" esses, Mrs. Adams, and Miss Mary Adams. Unable to attend but sending lovely gifts were Misses Vivien Pierce, Mary Morin, and Rita Prout, s# ‘