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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 1928 A New Absorbing Love Story of the Air "SEA WINGS" CHAPTER 17 Ivor walked to the table and picked up a knife. The table, set without a cloth, had been planed and rubbed with sand to a smooth, even surface. "Sterling!" he said, examining the markings. "Imagine finding real silver in this corner of the world. A sudden movement back of them made Ivor spin around on his heels. "Good evening," a quiet voice grected them. Joan and Art turned swiftly to see a white man gazing at them. "You must be our unknown host," oan found herself saying. "This is aj. Brooks, Lieut. Collins and I am Joan Wallace." The man bowed from the hips in the manner peculiar to continental Europe, his eyes fastened on Joan's face. He scarcely glanced at the two men, "See here," Ivor began, "I don't understand 'Why you left us--" The man interrupted, coldly. "If you will be seated, dinner will be served immediately." "Sounds good to me," Art said drawing out a chair for Joan. "We haven't had a square meal for months." Joan looked surreptitiously at her host, while she unfolded the snowy napkin at her plate. He must he about 40, she decided, and then quickly raised her estimate, as she remembered Ivor was 35. About 50, perhaps, although his black beard, streaked a little with gray, made it difficult to guess his exact age. The thinness of his face was accentuated by this pointed heard, his high cheek bones and aquiline nose. His eyes were his most distinguishing fea- ture. Although deep set, they were sharp and penetrating, the color of gray steel. His hair was rather thin on top and almost jet black, with just a little gray at each temple, But his eyes--they seemed to cast an uncanny spell over Joan, and she twisted nervously in her chair as she felt them upon her. She had a feeling that they saw clear through her 'brain. . , . She started in her chair as the stranger clapped his hands. Glancing at Ivor, she saw that he was grimly watching the host, suspicion darkening his eyes, At the man's signal, a curtain was pushed aside and Joan had a meo- mentary glimpse into what was the kitchen. Several small figures were hurrying about fussing with pots and kettles. The pigmy women who served the dinner reminded Joan of a gro- tesque little doll she had owned as a child. Clad only in short, scant skirts, their breasts bare, they were entirely unconscious of their bodies. Around their necks they wore bright strings of beads. Their hair was much the same as that of the guide who had brought the three up the ladder--black and mop-like. "If there's any talking to do, I'll BY BOB EDEN think about it later," Collins re- marked, Starting to eat ravenously. The strange host scarcely touched his food, sitting back in his chair and eyeing Joan with his gray piercing eyes. She ignored him, and devoted herself to the delicious leg of lamb, the potatoes, the peas, the French {ried potatoes and aspara- gus. A variety of plums, new to the three guests, swimming in sweet syrup, and excellent cheese topped off the meal. A tiny servant passed a tray of cigarettes to the men after she had removed the dessert dishes, and Ivor and Art accepted them with alacrity. "Boy, this is great!" Art enthused, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs, and almost smacking his lips Joan over his first taste of tobacco in months. Their host suggested they might be more comfortable in the living room, and the four adjourned: there, where coffee was served. "Well, when do we get back to civilization >" Art asked after a time. Despite the peculiar reticence of their host, Collins, not in the least subtle and the last to suspect any- thing out of the ordinary, had de- cided, during the course of the meal, that return? to America was only a matter of days now. The coffee, the food, the cigarettes as well as their host's clothing and linen, surely indicated that he was in touch with some source of outside supply. White duck trousers, and a white silk shirt, open at the neck, constituted the man's costume. They surely weren't products of this island, and their newness indicated that they had not been long oft the shelves of some big city store. Joan, too, although instinctively distrusting their host, let = her thoughts race ahead, now that they had found, after their weeks of hard- ship, a white neighbor plentiiully supplied with the necessities as well as. the luxuries oi life. "In a few weeks," she mused to herself, "we'll he back in San Fran- cisco." Her eyes clouded at the thought of what this meant She must give up Ivor, then, and marry Ralph. She had decided that she must go through with her promise, even though she realized she never could love Ralph in the manner she had come to love Ivor, during their close companionship on the island. Perhaps Ralph might change his mind? Hope surged through her for a moment at the thought, only to vanish almost as quickly. 'He's not that kind," she told her- self, "I must go through with it. For Ralph has suffered enough wor- rying about me. ' Art's question met with a sudden stare from the host, Undaunted by Art's failure, Brooks tried his hand. "How long have vou lived on this island Mr--er--ah--" he commenced, determined to learn all he could of NIGHT COUGHS FAMILY SIE 75¢ the wan, sha had not spoken more than a dozen words since they had . i : entered the house, who had not yet Be carefull Don't let it told them his name. levelop into a severe "A long time," was the breif re- Keep the fasal paviage dean "What's the chance of a ship put- SPONSE, the isk of cold | by spraying ting in here soon?" Ivor wanted to "None." Therewas a disappointed silence. "Where do you get all your sup- plies?" Art inquired, bluntly. with an airy wave of their host's OIL hand. instead, addressing his question to tions. : dl fo. Sls nd soni "Castaway?" "No fing in ber DRTHOMAS His question again was ignored "How did you get here?" he asked Fou bad Xe ectquized housh branchial old tame vid sr good "First, tell us who you are," she atanissh » countered. "Raoul Le Fevre, madamoiselle," he bowed. He volunteered no fur- ther details. Joan then briefly sketched the story of the Sky Maiden. "Do you think your friends will] look for you here?" Le Fevre asked, when she had finished, his eves| gleaming, as he eagerly awaited her! answer. | "That's a question," Joan answered hopelessly. "We were driven off our course so far by the typhoon that there's no telling if they'd ever think of looking in this out-of-the- way place for us." er, are certain to cemtre public in- terest on the Commons shortly af- ter the session begins. The Anglo- French Naval agreement will draw ithe fire of its critics in the House, but this question will not be rais- ed until the return of Sir Austen Chamberlain, the Secretary of the Foreign Office, whose health has been restored as a result of his toursdn the West Indies, California and Canada. Sir Austen is expect ed in London about the middle of November. Protection The battle over Protection and Free Trade will provide numerous encounters during the session. The Baldwin Government is charged with planning to extend its "safe guarding" policy to fron and steel, Liberal leaders particularly will challenge the Government om this issue, demanding a clear-cut state- ment of the Government's inten- tions. The Baldwin Government returns to Westminster with its huge ma- jority intact. Liberals and Labor ites plan to make the final session of the present Parliamant as criti- cal as possible for the Conserva. tives under the present Prime Min- er, DR. SAMUEL M'LAY DIES SUDDENLY AT WOODSTOCK Chairman of Board of Edu- cation Had Splendid Record of War Service Woodstock, Nov. 5.--Dr. Sam- A smile of satisfaction flashed over Le Fevre's face. His mood changed, and for a few R i minutes he became almost genial, al- though his attempt at an amiable OPENED FOR THE smile merely gave his face a more sinister appearance. "You've asked me a lot of ques- tions," he said to Joan. "You're | naturally curious about finding al white man, living in such circum - 1 stances as these. I'll tell vou eid I think it's essential to know, and no more." ae three fastaways exchanged anze to Occupy British glances as their host paused to sip . his coffee. ! House This Year "This island, so far as T know, is| ---- uncharted," Le Fevre said. "No shin | London, Nov. 6.--The last se€sion ever comes here, except mine--every {oe ipo present British Parliament five years. The last one arrived | 0G today at Westminster with nearly six months ago. It is a small [iy 0 King and Queen present in freighter and brings supplies to my state on their Throne chairs in the erder, That explains the oil for my |irouee of Lords. lamps, the tinned food and other The little comforts you may haveli, 'pa show is a glimpse of Their noticed. [Majesties rolling through the Joan glanced hopelessly at Ivor |troop-lined streets from Buecking- and Art at this crushing news. ham Palace to Westminster in the Marooned in this desolate spot for (great state coach of glittering five years! The twa men stared glass and gold with marching Beef- glumly into the fire. leaters from the Tower of London "Have the pigmies always been !to guard them here?" Joan inquired trying to di- From today until nest Spring vert their somber thoughts. when a national campalzn will he "They arc the survivors of a dying {in fall i here, British political race," LeFevre said. "From what [pharties, Conservative, Liberal and can gather, this once was onc of a (Labor ill jockey for position group of small islands. All the oth-|edvantage before the country's ers have disappeared--sunk into the [tel Nothigs 1 sea, othing Important "These pigmies--there are only 5o| The legislative program for the of them now--are dying out. Most Winter Jaoiihs 5 fi alt w So of them are middle aged. There|briefly in the Speech from the hasn't heen a baby horn among them Throne, but = measures of great in the 15 years I have heen here. The | international interest are expect- youngest of them is about 25." le d to occupy the Commons during : "How do you control them?" Art the session. Important debates inquired. {os n international questions, howev- "When I first came here, they hid | from me. It took me weeks to lure them from the plateau. Now th | could choose to hide himself from are all my slaves. They till my gar- | the world on a desert island. dens and harvest the crops and walt | She drew back in alarm at the upon me.' ordinary Londoner's share uel MeMurrich MecLay, Chairman of the Woodstock Board of Educa- tion, and one of the leading physi- clans of Ontario, died at his home {Friday afternoon, after an illness of brief duration. He had not been in the best of health for some time but it was only last LAST SESSION night that his condition became y serious, when he became uncon- scious, to remain in that condi- tion until the end today. Four Measures of Import-| Dr. McLay was born in Wood- stock and was a son of the late Dr, Archibald MecLay, for many years a prominent medical man in this city, and Maria Williams of St, Thomas. He was a graduate of Woodstock College, McMaster Un- iversity and University of Toron- to, and took postgraduate work in the United States. On com- pleting his medical education, he opened a practice in Woodstock, and stayed here until the war and served with the Royal Army Medical Corps. On returning from overseas Dr, McLay resumed his practice in 'Woodstock, and rapidly rose to a fession. Five years ago he was elected a member of the hoard of education and had served on it continuously. 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