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She stopped, her eyes on‘ fife with rightous passino. Her aunt‘s accusaâ€" tion was absurd in the face of what had really happened. There wire obâ€" jections to Hawksford a ~thousand times more cogent than that he was a chauffeurâ€"but fcx.some reasen her soul could not allow it to pass. She must assert that that was not the barâ€" rier between h°r and the manâ€"â€"!* "You‘re completely wrong!" Lorna‘s voice was hard with energy, "But if thing to say against me excaspt that you wire right, you seem to have noâ€" I‘m not srifficient of a snob!" "I am not infatuated by Hawksford, I didn‘t go down to Christchurch for that reason! But I want to say that if I were, if I had been down to Chris%â€" church to ssge him, I wouldn‘t be deâ€" terred from it because of a more vanity like class distinction!" Anger jerked the words cuttingly from Lorna‘s lips. She was increduâ€" lous, but she was furious. Her aunt‘s interpretation of hereactions was s9 utterly wide of the markâ€"yet had a sufficitnt element of truth in it to upâ€" set her in a manner she could hardly account for. She rose abruptly. "I beg your pardon?" said Miss Marâ€" ris, blinking. "You carry your modern ideas too far beyond dignity and good taste! What would Allen think if he knew of this sort of thing going on while he‘s away What would his people thinkâ€" people with such a seng» of family pride? Do you think one of Allen‘s sisters would as you do " "Are you going to said Miss Merris breathlessly, "That you went to Christchurch because thatâ€"that chauffeur, Hawksford, was going there Or that you stayed down there yesâ€" terday because he was there? I think it‘s too much, Lorna! Your father‘s chauffeur!" ‘"He doesn‘t get on with his familyâ€" he never sees his sisters!" Lorna opened her lips to sperk, but having started, Miss Marris was too worked up to w#op. "I don‘t know what on earth you‘re talking about!" A wild glimmer of the drift of her aunt‘s complaint began to dawn upâ€" on Lorna. She stared, â€" whiteâ€"facad into her aunt‘s angry gaze in the mirâ€" ror, and said: "Yes, infatuated! It seems so â€" at any rate, for you to do a ‘thing. like this;! Do you think I didn‘t know what was going on in New Plymouth? I saw every look you interchanged with that man, and I‘ve no doubt your father noticed it too!" CHAPTER XIV "ARFE YOU SO Indignant that her aunt should dare to talk to her as if she were a schoolâ€"girl â€"still, Lorna was too astonâ€" ished to speak. She had expectegd a mild scolding for being rude: to Mrs Shene, but apparently this was someâ€" thing worsr! "Are you so infatuated," Miss Marâ€" ris went on, her voice quivering with scorn, That ycu have to put aside commonsens:. and fitness and. manâ€" ners altogether?" ‘ the General‘s Aideâ€"deâ€"Camp, who is engaged to Lorna. T. H. Hawks{ford, chauffeur to the General‘s party, New Zealander, handsome in a rug arresting fashion. his pretty, luxuryâ€"loving daughter, Miss Hilda Marris, f s‘ster of the General, accompanying him to New Zealand and giving Lorna such supervision as a highâ€"spirited girl will tolerate, _ . Captain Allen Richards, â€" Generasl Sir Weston Marris, a highlyâ€"placed officer of the Gepâ€" eral Staff visiting New Zealand on duty. 46 Fourth Ave. c 80.A Swiss Watchmaker Graduate of the Famous Horologaual Institute of Switzerland Phone 1365 Third Avenue P.0,. Box 1591 23 Feourth Ave. ‘"For the rest," she ended breathâ€" "Infatuated?" echoed the astounded CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 60 THIRD AVENUER Ontario Land Surwayer® South From Mayfair by PEARL BELLAIRS â€" Phone 640 # wm- «es . = "And you look ill, wretchedly ill! You haven‘t beenâ€"yourself for days!" Lorna shook her hsad, saying noâ€" thng. Bhe remembered her aunt‘s wild accusation of her being "infatyâ€" atew‘" with HawksJord; and the idGea her dueer ache of distress, shot through with wry amusement. Al she said was: "You won‘t say a word about this, will you?" "Well, if I must, I must, I suppose!" Miss Marris said, with a reiurn to her normal calm. She dropped the matter with the abrupt decision she Bometimes siiowed. She got up, and looking at Lorna searchingly. added: Lorna was determined to holr out until her father came. She would not be put in the position of having weakâ€" ly thrown the responsilbility on to her aunt, leaving everyone, Hawksford included, to draw their own concluâ€" siong about why she had kept quiet sp long. Hawksford himself! must realize, it must be made plain to eâ€" veryone, thatshahad collected the frcts about the case deliberately in order to place them before her father. "Do I usually go round chattering * inquired Miss Marris drily. "But TI‘ll be very glad when your {ather gets back!" she added. "Father knows what it‘; aboutâ€"it‘s to do with something he told me priâ€" vately about his work here. You know he‘s gaealing with official szcrets ail the time! He told me to tell no one about itâ€"so how can I tell you? TI‘ve been following up an intsresting deâ€" velopment of what ‘ he told Please, aunt, help me by not asking any questions I can‘t answer. Don‘t breathe a word of this to anyone just behave as if everything were normal." ‘"CGouldn‘t you trust me for just two days until. father comes back from the Chathams?" "Well, we‘ll be at Kaikoura tomorâ€" row and he joins us there two days "But I can‘t bear these mysterles! You tell me . something, is seriously wrong, and you won‘t tell me what it is! You see what I‘ve been thinking in consequence!" ® LORNA KEEPS HER SECRET Lorna could s:e what would happen if she took her aunt into her confidâ€" ence. Miss Marris would get thorâ€" oughly worried, be quite certain that Hawksford would murder them all, and insist on calling in the aid of the police or the Intelligence Dspartâ€" ment, Lorna made her now thoroughly worried aunt sit down, and told her: ‘Langdon Langdon "But it‘s; so mysterious!" complainâ€" ed Miss Marris. "No| It‘s nothing that affects me personally, nothing that affects any of us personally!" she hastened to say. "It‘s something quite outsid=. You shall know when father comes mk!n me yet!" "Serious!" repeated Miss Marrisg, with complete change of tonse. ‘*You‘re not going to say that you‘re really in love with this man?" ‘"We‘ve always been good frisnds, Aunt," said Lorna. "You looked afâ€" ter me and helped me after mother gied, and no one could have been betâ€" ter.. But you shouldn‘t attack me like this. I know I am apt to be wild.and ragh by your standardsâ€"but this isn‘t anything like that. â€" It‘s something s:rious, more serious than A sudden injection of doubt into the suspicions she had been nursing all day threw Miss Marris off her balance Bhe gaped speechlessly. 316 Third ; Avenue Jm R. McBRm D C L es seasas MacBrien Bailey lessly, all her indignation drownsd in sudden ab’olutelyi wrong. I/admit to you that I didn‘t go down to see the dentist. I couldâ€" n‘t say why I was going, but I had to give some rzason ‘that would prevent| Mrs. Shane feeling hurt. I‘m not going to say why I went, now, but you‘ll probably know when father comes back!" Barrister, Soliciter, Ete. Bank of Commerce Bullding S., A. Caldbick and South Porcupine risters, Solicitors, Ete. MASSEY BLOCK that has ever happened to â€"14â€"20 sbridee, nor at the SwiSs school, where I began my said Lorna. ‘And in the if one can stand living in try at allâ€"there‘s a garde noeing all the beans! W He discarded his cap, opened the collar of his tunic, and set about makâ€" ing billy tea for them; Miss Marris in her grey flannels and mannisn hat wandered by the creek; and Lorâ€" na cool in whits linen, watched him make a, fire between two stones and prop two crooked boughs over it to hang the billy on. ' stand in the lee of a fire." ine!" he added, smiling still. She stepped aside, but not in time to escape a stinging gust of woodâ€" smoke. He laughed a little, and asâ€" if one can stand living in the counâ€" try at allâ€"there‘s a gardener‘s boy noeing all the beans! Would you have had me put him out of a â€" job? As for jemâ€"one buys jam in pots; one doesn‘t make it!" j "Besides which you‘d hate doing At the risk of lending colour to her aunt‘s notion that there was someâ€" hing "between them" Lorna tried to be as easy as possible with Hawksâ€" ford. She was more concerned â€"with putting him off his guard than with what her aunt might think. She had not imagined that a carâ€" eer of crime would be likely to stari in the country. He smiled slightiy, as he thrust more wood into the firs, "T began my career on a farim, but I didn‘t like the fellow I was workâ€" ing for, so I took a job driving a serâ€" viceâ€"carâ€"look out, you‘ll get the smoke in your face there!" "You s:em to be an expert at this kind of thing," she remarked. "I‘ve done it often enough!" "Aren‘t you a townsman, then?" "I Was brought " up in th> backâ€" blocks behind "° Gisborne. Given a knife and a gun, I could keep alive in the bush for days before I was fifâ€" tzen!" : i "Oh!‘" she said. "I imagined you began life in a town. "So sorry I had to go to towh and miss>d so much of it!" Lorna told Mrs. Shane; and Miss Marris said how delightful it had all ‘been. Mrs. Shane said for the fifth time that she hoped to sze them in Christâ€" church early next month. And then they were on the roaa through th> pines alone with their djubkious cjrivRr; and the hospitable hcuse, like some last outpost of saniâ€" ty and safety, was left behind. Mrs, Shane had provided tliem with a large hamper, for the eighty mi#le run to Kaikoura, and a tin billy, in which she assured them, Hawksâ€" ford, a New Zealander, woul1 be able to make tea by the roadside. They, halted for luncheon at noon in a gully under some willows by a creek, in a lonely tract of country aâ€" mong the hills north of Waiah on the Kaikoura road. She tingled with nervous apprcâ€" hension as she got into the car after aunt; her aunt, too, looked a litâ€" tle consizious, presumably thinking of those shocking accusations she had levelled on the previous day. It had been in Lorna‘s mind again that h> might slip away. But no. Evidently he thought himself a match for her with all her suspiâ€" cions, and that he was safe until her father and came back. CHAPTER XV PICNIC WITH HAWKSFORD. "dGood morning!" "Goud morning, Miss Marris." There h>.was, smart in his uniform; blus eyes cool in his arresting brown face, wating with the car to take them to Kaikoura. "I‘ll be dumb!" said Miss Marris. ‘"My lips are sz:aled! But if I don‘t hear what it‘s all about when Weston comes back I‘ll abandon this tour and go home!" "But I practically gagreed to stay when Mrs. Shane suggested it." "Then you must get out of it!" ‘"Really, Lornga!" "It‘s imperative that we leave +0oâ€" mqrrow! If you don‘t come, I shall go tomorrow, and I don‘t know what she‘ll think then." Lorna sat down on the bed with a pale, set face. "Very woell, very wellâ€"I can se> when you‘re sgrious! If only I know what it was all about! But we‘ll leave toâ€"morrow. I‘ll say the arranâ€" gements in Kaikoura have ail been made." "And you wpn‘t breathe a uordâ€"not a word of this to anyone?" Lorna asked breathlessly. . alter that," said Lorna, turning away with a sense of exhaustion. "I don‘t see why we should go to Kaikoura toâ€"morrow, we needn‘t go until the twentyâ€"eighth. That would give Hawksford time to drive us over there, and then go down to Christâ€" church to fetch Weston on the twenâ€" tyâ€"ninth," Miss Marris began. "What? Why on earthâ€" More mysteries! Why must‘ we be in Kaiâ€" koura toâ€"morrow?" Lorna sqddenly flew at her with a white face, and~ gripped her shoulâ€" "Becauseâ€"I can‘t tell you. And beâ€" caus> I don‘t want anyone to know I want to go over there toâ€" morrow, but I do. Not for myself. Please, Aunt. help in this! Don‘t stay here toâ€"morrow!" "We must go to Kaikoura . toâ€"morâ€" row,!" "Don‘t you know better than to "I‘ve never been by a fire out of "They don‘t keep cows in Knightâ€" ridee, nor at the Swiss finishing D. R, Franklin of those things,> anyhow!"â€" he CcowW, nor . my â€" career!" the â€"countryâ€" Ets $ jam, "If only," thought, Lorna. "If onâ€" ly he had stuck to that job on a farm, even though he did ‘dislike the fellow‘ who owned it!â€" It‘s where he belongs, on the hills, out in the sunâ€"not in the hortible racâ€" ket he‘s running now!" CHAPTER XVI > KEEPING â€"WATCH "Well, this is really very comforâ€" table!" said Miss Marris, aF half past five that evening. "I‘m not s0 sure that I‘m sorry that we Came over today. after all. Mrs. Bhane is a dear creature, but it‘s a rest not to be entertained all the time!" The winding, soaring road had brought them to â€" Kaikoura;} the country hotel had done its! best for them, and she and Lorna Were sharâ€" ing a large comfortable room with a wide verandah overlooking the garâ€" den. It was only a small town set ‘n the wild coast, to British eyeS absurdly far from anywhere; but Miss Marris looked forward to three Lorna went to unpack the Junch basket, considering his last words in their possible significance. Perâ€" haps that was why he wanted mop ney and was selling information? It seemed a queer thing for a man to sell his country because he wantâ€" ed to buy some acres of it for himâ€" self! The billy boiled swiftly, and soon they were sitting there drinking the dark reviving mixture with its delicious taint of »wood smoke. Miss Marris and Lorna sat on a rug, and Hawksford sat astride a rock beâ€" fore them. The sun shone on . his bare head and his fine brown face. He looked at her with a "kind of quizzical â€"surprise, and she could not: forbear adding pointedly, with some contempt: "But you have no use for all that sort of thing yourself; so why talk to me about it?" She was nervous at once. There she went, arousing his suspicions again! She was speechless for a moment, and it was Hawksford who spoke: ‘As a matter of fact, I know of nothing better than life on a back country run! I‘m going to have A farm of my own, sometime," he said, and he walked away to get more wood. days of peace, lying IN 16 ~Sun. Lorna, however, WAS increasingly on edge. ~Here they wereâ€"toâ€"morrow was ‘mo L _ m ped out any time during the He might be ‘going to deposit his inâ€" formation at Gulliver‘s Bay to be called for, ' . had to keep an eye ON him gll the time. She found out where his room was when they first arrived at "HMHow do you know?" his voilce challenged her. . "I might find it very pleasant!> I have ncoticed that people who spend their time doing simple, necessary things, are often very happy. Why do you suppose so many wealthy people â€" become ‘simple lifers‘ in these days? They just get tired of being so unnecessary and inesâ€" sential!" uic us _ Here they wereâ€"toâ€"morrow Was the 28th. But suppose Hawksford didn‘t wait until the 28th to deliver the fishing rods"? Suppose he slipâ€" DL concluded for her. "I didn‘t say . so," ‘rejoined . Lorna. "You mean you‘d like it?" There was something not who!â€" ly idle behind the casual question, a note of real curiosity in his voice, as he bent to lift the lid of the bilâ€" ly. She hesitated, wondering why they were talking about such things on the eve of a desperate situaâ€" tion. She recovered herself, and said truthfully: "It‘s over the yard thereâ€"the secâ€" e a "Whereabouts is that?" said Lorâ€" 28th. But suppose Hawksford ‘t wait until the 28th to deliver fishing rods"? Suppose he slipâ€" out any time during the night. night be ‘going to deposit his inâ€" ation at Gulliver‘s Bay to pbe a for, ' . e had to keep an eye on him gll _ Byron Nelson, Toledo, Ohio, won the Canadian Open Golf Championship and the Seagram Gold Cup, one of the most. coveted trophies in golf, on Saturday, Aug, 4, at Thornhill Golf Club, Toronto, against a field of to ranking anadnan and American players with an outstanding score 280. The picture shows Mr. Frowde Seagram, on the 1‘ ‘ht, presenting the Seagram Gold Cup to the winner, B: yron Nelson, who also received the Tournament First Prize money of $2,000. Miss Marris was stiff after â€"the drive, and decided to go straight to bed; Lorna was aching, too, the bruises from her accident had come out black and blue all over her, and she had to wear long sleeves to coâ€" ver. her elbow, But she would not go to bed; they had the evening meéal sent up on a tray. J Yyou‘re giving ‘the â€" chauffeur some dinner, I suppose?" said Lorâ€" na to the girl who brought it up. . "YÂ¥es, missâ€"he‘s in the diningâ€" room now,". replied the girl, lookâ€" ing somewhat surprised. "Oh!‘ said Lorna. "Good!" Miss Marris glanced curiously at her from the bed. "All right, aunt," thought Lorna, as she helped herself doubtfully to ‘boiled pumpkin. "Think what you â€" They .were passing a cwindow on the landing, and the woman pointed it out to her. Lorna was able to see it on the other side of the yardâ€" to see the window open at the botâ€" tom, and through it glimpse a boy bringing Hawksford‘s suitcase ixr to the room, So far so good. She knew where he was, ond window . on the upstairs floor." CLOSING SOON! Arrange at once for any Changes Required Advertise in the New Directory _ Lorna sprang out of bed, ignorâ€" ing a dark cup of tea at her bedside, and hurried into the bathroom, where she looked out of the window. The blind in Hawksford‘s room Was |up. Lorna peered. into : the yard; no sign of him there. She stood irâ€" resolute, and almost decided to find ‘the maid and ask rapidly: "I supâ€" | pose you‘re giving some breakfast to the chauffeur?‘"â€"but as she came 'out of the bathroom aâ€" window cross the passage gave her a view of the hotel garage, and she glanced out ' I I I Hawks{ord‘s window from .:the bathâ€" room, and haunted the bath until, at eight o‘clock, she saw the light go welfare, if you want to! : Now difâ€" ferent you would look if you only knew the truth!" going out!" She watched .a. while, Dbrought in a message. and saw his shadow on the biind as | ‘ either of them be wantâ€" he moved about the room. He came ing the car that afternoon, because near to it, taking off his coat, in silâ€" Mr. Hawksford wanted to put it in houette. She felt she was umfe for .the workshop to have the brakes the nightâ€"he was certainly stayâ€" , tightened." ing in. Then his shadow put a hand| "No," said Miss Marris "I shan‘t behind and drew something from |want to go anywhera in it. I had eâ€" a hip pocketâ€" nough of it yesterday. Will you Somethingâ€"! want it, Lorna?" Lorna stared at the shape on the blind and ~quivered: The thing held in the shadowy hand was exactly the shape â€" of : a ~gunhn. His two hands : came together, â€" lifting the thing, and his face was bentâ€" exactly as a man bends his face to examine the ammunition: in : pisâ€" tol.> The gunâ€"shape came into view again, unmistakable, held ~in one hand, and then â€" Hawksford‘s. whole shadow flashed out of view. Lorna stood© dumbly â€" watching â€"for ° fiveâ€" seven minutes. The light® did â€" »not go out, and she assumed that he was still there. There was Hawksford, in his shirt sleeves, washing© down the car,: his hair hanging over his brow, water flashing on his bare tanned arms in the sunshine. "It‘s bad for you to soak so long in the bath," said Miss Marris, : when Lorna went back in the room. Lorâ€" na made no reply, but went silentâ€" ly to bed. She felt she would neâ€" ver sleep until the risks and uncerâ€" tainties of the affair were over once and for all. But she did. She had been thorâ€" oughly tired by the adventures of the last few days, and she fell soundly asleep within half an hour. She wakened to see sunlight streaming in, the mald pulling the curtains, and her aunt putting on her bed jacket. But the: sight of: < the. gunâ€"and surely it was a gunâ€"â€"had given her a horrid little shock. Yes, â€"this afâ€" was serious, serious .and . danâ€" gerous. man playingâ€" games such as Hawksford was playing had hls liberty, his very life at stake . . butatitty. d M With a gasp ~of reliefâ€"â€" she went '-o.'..o"- the $8th", but she was afraid at any moment he might slip away. While they were at breakfast in the dining « yoom, the waitdess and then rose and cressed quickly. Shedidn‘t want to be out of the way a moment longer than was necâ€" essary. The paper in â€" Hawksford‘s notebook had said "the afternoo: of back to bed . Grank her morning tea want to go anywhera in it. I had eâ€" nough of it yesterday. Will you want it, Lorna?" "Definitely not," said Lorna, not daring to lift her eyes from her Then, just before eleven, with the unexpectedness, and something . of the shock of a bombshell, ‘she was sitting on the veranda in front of the hotel when she saw a car draw up at the doorâ€"and out of it stepâ€" ped Allen Richards. (‘To be Continued.) ‘The characters in this story are entirely imaginary. No reference is intended to any living person or to any public or private company, _ Her heart was pounding as the girl went away with the message. The ~request came as the confirmaâ€" tion of every suspicion. Hawksâ€" ford was making certain of his freeâ€" dom for the afternoon so as to get to <cGulliver‘s Bayâ€"and to Gulliver‘s Bay, : without the slightest question, she would be following him. Lorna‘ pottered ~about the hotel and tihe garden for the next two hours, with a < restlessness anyone might have wondered at if they had known she was on the watch to see that Hawksford did not give her the slip. â€" _ Canadian service men permanently incapacitated through enemy action in the field will be confirmed in acting ranks held when wounded, Defence Headquraters announced July 19. Unâ€" der previous regulations, acting rank was relinquished after 90 days in hosâ€" pital Statistics indicate that every â€"l1th person now living may expect to die of cancer. Each year cancer causes of cancer. Lach year cance the death of 15,000 Canadians. : l‘hird Av,e. at Cedar Street ' TIMMINS JEWELLER â€" OPTOMETRIST . AvVBUST 18. 1945