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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, MONDAY, MAY 13, 1929 PAGE SEVEN Just So-so! "Jerry's in." No answer from the girl behind the counter of the JTrowsnest. Jerry's Landea about a minute ago, from St. Louis." The girl behind the eounter stood on a chair to peer inte the top of the huge coffee percolator. She paid no attention to the announce- ment of Jerry's arrival when she spoke. 'Hope it will last through ihe evening," she mummured. "Look here, So0-80, you can't pre- tend to me that you're not interest- od in Jerry's flying that new ship here, half an hour ahead of time " red France leaned closer to the girl and took her chin in his band. "You can't fool me, Solange Har- rer. You're so gone about Jerry that you can't see another fellow, net even me." o So-so shook herself free and laughed at Fred. 'Not even you, Tred," she agreed. "And heaven knows 1 see you often enough to te more than conscious of your lofty presence." : 3 "Don't be nasty, So-so. But--' "If you say another word about Jerry Corbett to me. Fred France, I'll put salt in your coffee, so help me. Do you want anothar dough- nut? If you don't I advise you to step out to meet yoyr sidekick, or he'll be coming in here after yoi.." "You'd hate that, wouldn't you, So-80?" For the first time a deep flush dyed So-so's cheeks, "Of course 1'd like to see Jerry, Fred. Only," here the flush deepened and thers was a note of appeal in the blue- gray eyes, "only please don't tease me so, Fred. It's only a kind of hero worship I expect, you know Jerry t32c me up the first time I eve flew, and he's been around here ever since father and I open- ed the Crowsnect. Jerry never iooks at me--the way you mean. And he never will." "I'm sorry, So-so. Honest I am. I didn't mean to devil vou that way. I won't kid you any more. I think Jerry's a fool, even if h2 is my pal, sot to pay any more at- tention to you than he does. But we'll call it a day and I'll sign ofl permanently, Gosh. look what the wind's bringing in!" So-so followed his glance to 'the doorway. Silhouetted azainst the deepening twilight stood a girl blonde as So-so herself, her fair hair escaping from a red beret. She waved to some one crossing the flyfield, then stepped over the threshhold into the Crowsnest, "How good it smells in here!" che exclaimed to ome in particu lar, In the moment before the strange girl approached the counter So-s0 Lad time to mote the heavy hand- stitched pigskin gloves, the perfect cut and fit of the dark twill dress. the smart brogues worn over French lisle stockings, the scarlet beret so simply and cleverly cut that So-so" said to herself, "thirty- five dollars, just for a tam." Then the girl was speaking in a pleasant voice, with a hint of imperiousness behind its clear tones. "Mav I have some coffee, please? It's eold out there on the field, and the dust whirls so that my throat is dry." As So-so turned to get the cof- fce the girl looked back to the doorway. 'There you are." she cried. 'Do come in, Mr, Corbett. I'm having some coffee, Can't we talk in here?" Jerry So-so's hand shook and she stub- bornly refused to look toward the doorway. She set the cup of cof- fee down carefully, then seized a cloth and began polishing the per- colator. "How terrible 'she told herself fiercely. 'How terrible that 1 should feel this way just because this girl is waiting here to talk to him." Then Jerry's voice, heartily say- ing. "In a minute, Miss Terry. Hello there, Fred. Knew you'd be in here. Some ship I just brought over from St. Louis. Hear about it, So-s0? Here, 'give me your paw, So- 80." He held her hand across the counter and teased her laughingly. "No more kisses for the old man, are there, So-s0? So-so's grown up, the's a big girl now. Why, when she was a little tyke, just a couple of years ago, she always used to run out on the fleld and kiss me whenever I got back from a trip. Didn't you, So-so?" "I did not," So-so ansyered hot- Iy, pulling her hand free, "Oh, yes you did. Right out in public." Well, never mind. Miss Terry, this is Miss Harper. We all call her So-so around here, she's the aviator's best friend, Hot dogs and coffee and apple pie and an ear for all our troubles. And this is Fred, I told you about him. Not so bad when he's sober. You'll see = lot of him, too, if you stay around here. Give me some coffee, So-so, I'm dead." Ho perched himself on a stool and grinned at all three of the oth- ors "Pleased with myself tonight," he murmured. 'So-s0 nodded shyly at Miss Terry. Fred bowed. Miss Terry stretched friendly hand across to So-so. "I nvy you, Miss Harper. I'm sim- ply mad about flying. But I don't stay out here all the time. Don't you need an assistant or some- thing?" Sha turned to shake hands with Fred, "Mr, Corbett tells me you're his best friend, Mr. France. I'm trying to persuade him to teach me to fly. Maybe you'll speak a good word for me." "I won't need to, I'm sure," Fred said gallantly, "He ought to jump it the chance." | Miss Terry laughed and leaned her elbows on the counter. Jerry oke. "ra l'ke to, Miss Terry. But "Ul! hava to have some ground 100] first. After vou've had that. 'putters around on it in an old gar- The GOLDEN GIRL By BARBARA WEBB I'd sure like to teach you how to pilot, So-so here can tell you I'm a brute of a teacher, though, 1 taught her and she pretty near stopped speaking to me | cussed her so much for being dumb." "Can you really fly, Miss. Har- rr "A little. But Jerry is exagger- ating. He's an awfully good teach- er. Are you going to enroll in the school out hero at Mineola?' * "lI wanted to. I'm trying to persuade my fathe" to buy me a plane of my own and I think he will. But I want to fly a little more first and be sure 1"m going to like doing it myself." "You'll like it all right," Jerry predicted, "And If you have your own ship, you'll soon wonder. how you ever did without one." "The girls that do like it are erazy about it," Fred said. "And the rest of 'em come out %icre look- ing for a thrill, giggle and act silly, and then leave." Jerry finished his coffee. "How about some more, So-so? And say. give a fellow some cream. You know, that little fat bottle you keep in the ice chcst for Papa Har- rer and your real friends." So-so laughed. "All right, Jerry. But it'll cost you another nickle. No free cream for aviators." She disappeared into the back room and Miss Terry whispered, "Isn't she a darling? Oh, I simply must, talk to my father into letting me come out here for a month. There's a hotel. isn't there?" "In Gardon City. Tut most of us are too poor to h~~: out there." Jerry lifted the 11a c* the glass jar and helped himself to a doughnut. "Hey, So-so, your telephone's ring- ing, Want me to answer?" So-s0 . reapprared. "Thanks,, Jerry. Never mind. I'll answer. Here's your cream." She went to the telephone and spoke for a few minutes, then turned back to the others. "Father wants me to bring some supper. Are you all going tO be here for a little while?" So-So's Father / "Sure thing, So-so. We'll § A shop. Fred'll toast the hot J &s, I'll run the percolator, and Aiss Terry will wash the dishes. How's that for an even division of labor?" So-so was collecting food rapid- ly, packing it iuto a box, making it ready to be carried across the field to where her father was working in one of the storage hangars. "Back in a few minutes," she sald, taking down an old sweater and tucking the lunch box under her arm, "Don't run away with the cash re- gister." And she was out of the door, hurrying across the field, her glight figure swaying against the wind. "Poor kid," Fred said with a eigh. "Jweer kid, nothing. She's a peash, So-so is. One swell girl." Jerry unhooked hig legs from the stool and stood up to stretch him- self, "Tell me about her," Miss Terry invited, . "Not much to tell. Her father's a sort of handy man around here. Showed five or six years ago with an idea for some kind of safety de- vice. It never would work, but he age back of the field and still be- lieves that some day he's going to revolutionize aviation with it. So-so adores him, babies him, and if any one suggests that he might work steadily and earn a living for them she's off that guy for life. Remem- ber when Crandall tried to give her some advice about putting the old man to work, Fred?" Fred chuckled. "I do. Candall was -scared when her eyes blazed at him and she told him to mind his own business. I thought she was going to slap him." "What about her mother?" Miss Terry inquired. "Never saw her. But from some pictures So-so has she must have been a real beauty. She was a Norsewoman. Harper married her in Norway when he was travelling there. She died 'before Day Harper and So-so came here. I guess théy had a little money when they came. but it didn't last very long. "Then So-so opened this little lunch stand. Called it the Crows- nest, 'and has been running it ever it is so terrible fo have me in love with you, So-so? I can't help it, you know" since. Makes a living at it for them both I think, for the only time the old chap works is when he needs money to buy tools or parts for his invention, They have a Httle house down in the village, but they practically live here on the field." "She is very pretty," Miss Torry sald slowly. "Who? So0-s0?" Jerry looked at her with surprise. "You have scten her too often to realize it, I suppose,' Miss Terry answered, "She is really beautiful. And she has a lovely name--So- lange--Solange Harper." "She's always been just Sc-so to ,* Jerry said stoutly. As he poke the door opened and So-so stepped in. She hoped that no one realized that she had heard Jerry's last words. Surely no one could know how they hurt her. "Just So-so to us." "Father was hungry," she said cheerfully, "And that wind is ris- ing fast. You'd better blow along, Jerry, and get some sleep." '"'Come along, gang." Jerry got to his feet. 'Let's take off. So-so0's tired of us. And, Fred, [ want to go over the instruments on that new amphiblan first thing tomor- row. Miss Terry, I'll see you in the mornnig, too. We can decide then the best course for you to follow it you're serious about your interest in aviation. Good night, So-so0." Miss 'Terry paused to shake hands. Fred and Jerry waved to her from the doorway. So-so wav- ed back. She liked Miss Terry. | had been pleasant to have them al veiting there in the Crowsnest. But Jerry's careless words. "She's al- wavs been just So-so to us " "And 1 suppose." she thought a little wistfully, following their sha- dows /nto the darkness, "I suppose that'/ all 1'll ever be--to Jerry." / After Supper Never had the Crowsnest seem- fA so small and commonplace and abby as it did to So-so, standing behind the counter alone, hearing the voices of Jerry and Fred and Miss Terry die away in the night, She looked down at her plain blue chambray dress, Half an hour be- fore it had seemed fresh and neat to her, She had changed her white starched collar and cuffs that very afternoon, wishing to appear neat and tidy when Jerry came in for his cutomary cup of coffee after landing. But now, remembering Miss Terry's smart wool dress and red beret, her carefully casual air of wearng her clothes, So-so sighed. "Every one is so used to me in these plain blue dresses and th2 funny cheap clothes I have to buy, and I can't afford any others." She looked in the drawer of the cash register. About $20 all to- gether. Not a very good day. But weekdays were always slow. Satur- days and Sundays when the crowd came out from the city, those were the big days, the days when So-so had to hurry and rush from early morning to late at night, The door opened. 'Lo So-so. Coffee? Make it two." So-so smiled at the newcomers, students . from the . instruction school. "Howdy, Bill, Jim, Learn- ed to shove any moee gadgets in the right direction today?" The one named Bill grinned at her. "Nothin' else but, all day, sis- ter. And say, I thought I was dumb, but Jim here takes the swansdown propellers for the afternoon. He froze to the stick, Jim did, and only Pdp Cassidy kept him from a cracke up." us Jim grinned sheepily, "The old fool made me do it alone when I knew I wasn't ready. And blame me if he didn't make a landing and have ma take her up again. Swore at me like I was a team of mules and made me so mad I did a perfect takeoff, banked her around three turns and coasted down, still so mad I hardly heard him when he iold me I'd made one perfect land- ng." So-so Istencd absently. She had heard the same story so many times, had seen so many young fellows go through the mill of learning to fly that their chatter scarcely interested her. She man- aged a queston, "Going solo soon?" "Another three days or so and then I'll do my stuff all by my lit- tle lonesoma self. Say, So-s0, go to the movies with us tonight? Jim here's got a female flyin' fool from the school dated up; we'll do a fourome." So0-s0 shook her head, "Thanks, Sorry, I've got to stay here to- night." The Field She always refused these invita- tions. They were so duil, so young, after Jerry and, y.i, even after Fred, who was always pestering her with proposals for dates. Dimly, too, she felt that listening to their troubles across the counter of the Crowsnest and holding hands with them on the way back from the movies: were two very different things. One was fine fun. She was boss in the Crowsnest. The other, well she wasn't having any. Not tonight anyway. Maybe if Jerry fell hard for Miss Terry--she did not finish the thought. It hurt too much. They finished their coffee and drifted out, pausing to wave to her from tho doorway wth, "So long, So-s0. Sorry you can't see it our way tonight." 80-30 stacked the cups and sau- cers, wiped off the counter and went to stand in the doorway look- ing out across the field. The han- gars were dim long masses. A lit- tle way off a landing beacon glow- ed, Overhead was the roar of a plane, some one was "flying blind." Testing out new instruments prob- ably, or perhaps just up for a lark. So-so drew a long breath. Jerry o~ no Jerry she loved 'he landng fleld. Dust, wind, grime, hurry, noise and all. Youth was here, youth and enthusiasmw and clean living and high spirits, and a grin in the face >f danger. They flew into the faen of death Itself witn a jest on their lips and more oftea than not they finished their laugh, A small bent figure came toward her. Recognizing it she pushed open the door and callrd into the dark "Father?" "Coming, Solange." She caught his hand as he stum- bled up the steps. "Tired, dad?" "Pretty tired. But I think I've found the law in my new plan. Give me a few hours more and I'll have my altimeter wor ing first rate. I underestimated the wind pull in these last plans. But now: i. He sank down on g stool ab- sorbed in his speculations. . So-so smiled tenderly at him. What a child he was. Always 'ull of n°w Lope. Always ready to go out from one failure to what he was sure would be success the next tme. "I'm sure you're gbng to get It right soon, Father," ghe said now "Yes. And when I do it will mean no more work for you, So-son. Plenty of pretty clothes. travel, everythng you want. We'll give up the Crowsnest a d forget we were even poor. I cnly wish your moth- or were living to share our sue- cess,' He relapsed into a brooding sil- ence which So-so knew was filled with memories of the beautiful Norse mother who had died when So0-s0 was a baby. They wore rrused from their silence by Fred's entrance, Fred "Back again, So-so! Jerry decid- ed to drive in to New York witn Miss Terry ard go to a stow. I couldn't see going with them. Sp here I am. Hello, Mr. Har;ecr, How's the invention going today?" "Howdy do, Fred. Oh pretty well. 1 was just tellng So-so that a few days more and I ough: to be able to eliminate the last error. And when I do. Well, So-so 's go- ing to step out, aren' you, So-s0?" So-so smiled. "We'll step out to- gether father," she gaid. Fred found himself envying the tenderness in her voice. Gosh, when tenderness in her voice. Gost, when a girl could fee] like that about her father why couldn't she show a little affection to an old friend? He looked at her surpri/ng pity and understanding in he: eyes. Mr, Harper rambled on, 3 "Yes, we're going to have a good time, So-so and I. Plenty of money, all. the nice things it can buy. A pity Solange's mother isn't alive to help her choose her pretty things." "Miss Terry--her first name is Constance and he told us every one calls here Connie--as asking about your mother, So-go. Said you must have inherited your good lcoks from some one." "From her mother, trom her n:other," Mr, Harper broke in eag- erly. "Yes, Solange is pretty, but her mother was beautiful. Tall and slim, like a pine tree. Long yellow hair that came below her waist. She was regal *" ha paused. "You met her in Norway, didn't you?" Fred asked curiously, He had never heard the first hand ac- count of this old romance, "When I was a young fellow, right out of college. I went to Norway on a summer walking trip and found her there, She had lived all her life out of doors and was nearly as strong as I was, I brought her back here with me, but America was too crowded for ber, We lived in New York and I could see she was longing to go back to her native country. And I told her that after Solange was born we would go back, but--well, Solange was only a baby when she died. Homesick I guess----'" his voice trailed off and So-co laid her hand on- his shoulder. "You're tired father. Don't you think we'd better close up and go home. There won't be many more customers tonight." Looking suddenly old aud weary, Mr. Harper got to his feet. "I'll go along and light up the house, Sol- ange. Fred can help you close up and walk over to the house with you." "You bet!" Fred spoke eagerly. I* was not often he had a chance to have So-so all to himself this way. So-so shrugged her shoulders and watched her father leave. Then she laughed at Fred's eager face, "He's positively throwing me at your bead, young man." "I wish he would," Fred mut- tered. "He probably thinks I'm so safe he doesn't need to worry." '""'Aren't you?" So.-so challeng- ed him, "Why Not?" Fred grabbed her arms. "You think eo, too, don't you? Well one of these days, you~~ lady, I'll take you up in that litile bus of mine and not bring you down until you promise-----"" So-so shrugged free before he completed the sentence, 'Thanks for the warning," she sald, Together they made the Crows- nest tidy for the night, locked door and set out on the walk Yo the . village where the Harper's home stood. There was a chill in the air and Fred pulled So-so's arm through his, "Cuddle up, bite." ' "No, but you'll do worse. You'll ask me to marry you again," "Ig it so terrible to have mse In love with you So-s0? I can't help it, you know." Something in the wistful tone of his voice moved So-so. "I'm sorry, Fred." He took instant advantage of her softening, "Oh, So-so. why not? I'm wild about you, And----"" he hesitated, "honestly So-so, I think Jerry's going over the deep end about this Miss Terry. She's 2 good sport, rich, and T think she's fallen for Jerry. Can't you give that up and think of me a little?" So-so released her arm and spoke coldly. "There's nothing to 'give up', as you put it. I'd be glad to see Jerry happy. All I want for myself is to see father succeed. and please, Fred, don't ask me again to marry you. T can't and that's all there is to it." ? They went along in silence until the lights of the Harper cottage came in view, "Not tonight, Fred. I'm tired ani want to go to bed. Come over for the evening tomorrow night, and thanks for bring'ng me hom Before he could protest '0-32 had clasped his hand quick] and was running un the stems. A flash of light from the oren door and he was Inft starding in the dar¥rness, a darkness deepcned tern ee the gir: was no longer at his side. Closing the door behind her. So- so stood a momen look'ne at the shabby little room. "It's all I'il ever have," she thought... "Just this and watching Father fret h's life away over his invention while I toast hot d~gs and verk the cof- fee at the Crowsnest." A large framed photoorarh of her mother smi'nd down from the wa'l at her. There was co"rrge and daring in the direct look of those fearless eyes, and suddenly So-so felt an access of confidence. "No. It won't be all. There must be something better. Only--I've just got to get rid of this feeling for Jerry." At the thought of him teers fill- ~d her eyes. She fumbled for tho iight switeh, turned {t and went slowly toward her room. There she shook the tears from her eves with a fierce little jerk of her head. "Oh, well, tomorrow's another day," she said aloud. Constance Again "Up With you, lass." Sp-so ad- monished: herself early the next morning, "Up with you and lay your broken heart on the shelf while you order the buns, count the apple pies, and make some beaf loaf." She got lazily out of bed stretching herself and blinking at the bright autumn sun, "Too swell a day for heartaches," her thoughts continued. "I'm going to sndp right out of it." - She put on a fresh white apron; called to her father that tne coffee would be ready in a moment, and went about the house shoving up blinds and opening windowr to let in the crisp October air. Tbere was a whistle in the yard and she ran to see who was calling. Her heart skipped a beat. Jerry was whist- ling to her. Jerry with his blue eyes smiling up at her, "Come along, lazybones. I want to take you up in the new shipl brought in yesterday. Step on it, sister." So-s0 waved to him. "In a jiffy, Jerry. I can't stay long, though. Too much to do," Jerry nodded and came up to sit on the porch while So-so laid the table for her father's breakfast. "I'm going up in the new ship with Jerry, father, Go ahead with your breakfast. I'll get mine at the Crowsnest later," Then she was out in the golden morning, trying to match Jerry's long strides, listening deiightfully to his account of the merits of the new plane, A ie "One hundred and twenty like a bird. So-so. Mind, I'm giving ybu the first ride because you're 80 sweet." "Who gets the second?" So-so asked, just to make conversation. "I'm taking Miss Terry up later on today. She's a peach, So-so. You'll like her. I went to a show with her last night. I think she'll make the grade as a flier some day." > All the joy went out of the morning for So-so. She gulped a little as she said bravely, "She's mightypretty, Jerry." "Yeah? She said the same thing about you, So-so, Meant it, too. Lets see." He looked down at her tasingly. "You've got two blue eyes--no, gray, no,doggone it. So- 80, they're green. Just like a cat's. You'll have to do something about that, So-so. Well, two eyes, not so bad; Stubborn chin, good straight lines, propellers not so bhad--you ought to try some of those new what-you-callem colored stockings, So-s0. Never mind So-so. I like you just as you are." So-so said nothing. Yesterday his teasing would have delighted her, Today she could not shake cff a feeling that he was cofaparing her with that other girl, so ex- quisitely groomed, so smartly dress- ed. They had reached the field. The new plane, all shinning silver sister. 1 won't and green had been rolled out of its hangar and made ready for Jerry. Flying With Jerry "Some bus, is it not, So-s0?" "It's a beauty, Jerry." "In with you." He lifted her in- to the cockpit, scrambled over her, fussed with the instruments a mo- ment, turned the engine, glanced once more at the direction of 'the windshown by an inflated sleeve floating over the main hangar, signaled the mechanic and they were off down the field, They taxied to one corner, the bumping ceased, So-so knew they were rising. She leaned toward the window to watch the earth falling away beneath them. She always loved this moment when the ground dropped away, when all the ugly de. tails of the earth below them van- ished, leaving only the neatly ar- ranged lawns, the toy honses, the checkerboard squares of fields visible. "Sweet engine, shouted to her, So-so nodded, Jerry banked to make a steep turn and the houses and fields seemed to whirl slowly and change their position, They flew along, steadily then. gaining altitude and in the rarer cooler air So-so felt their isolation, just Jerry and So-so, alone in the air, away from the earth, Jerry put the plana into a short dive, booming it back to position and turning to laugh at So-ro's involuntary gasp. "Scared?" he mocked her. ""So-s0 did mot even shake her 1 ead.Sh e merely looked at him. He grinned at her indignant eyes, he knew better than that, So-so thought, and she smiled back at him, "Hold everything," he 'Im going to let her out." There is little sensation of speed In the air. So-so knew they were climbing and eating the miles from the way the wind whistled through the open windows. Looking oat the ground became a shifting blur, they were over the sound, a blue taucepan of water, Jerry was bel- lowing at her, "One hundred and forty! Here we go!" Presently they turned back to the field, the engine died to a mere hum as Jerry throttled it down, they coasted toward earth, a giant bohsled with the atmos- phere for a hill, there was a gentle jar of a perfect landing, the slow taxl to a stop. and So- 80's busy day was upon her again. A little group was standing idly to watch them land. "How's she go. Jerry?" some one asked. "Ask So-so." "She's a peach," So-so declared, jumping down from the cockpit. Thanks, Jerry." 'Hey, wait a minute, woman. You wouldn't go off without offer- ing a poor man some breakfast, would you?" He caught up with her and joined her In the walk to the Crowsnest where several men were waiting. Jealousy As he unlocked the door for her So-so wondered dully once more why this careless brotherly affec- tion of Jerry's seemed so flat, so tasteless this morning. It was all he had ever given her. But then never before had he shown so much enthusiasm over any other girl as he was showing over this Constance Terry. Once inside she was busy, toast to be made, coffee measured and served, cream opened and poured into the little brown containers, two four-minute eggs for Jerry, a pot of jam for Clark, the Eng- lish pilot. So0-s0 was too busy for the next hour even to notice when Jerry left. The breakfast rush over, the dishes stacked for the helper wio came by the day to wash them, the ordering done for the noon meal, So-s0 had a few free min- utes. She could see her father tinkering with a plane parked at the far edge of the landing field. Some visitors were preparing to make a flight in a big orange plane, slow and safe. A group of mechanice were consulting over the inwards of a shabby blue plane that belonged to a famous actor. Into the parking space for autd- mobiles near the field purred a big limousine. From it leaped Constance Terry, perfectly dressed in green Bports things. A silver fox fur slipped back from her throat. She looked toward the Crowsnest and waved, then she looked eagerly toward the field, at the green and silver plane' To a handsome elderly man who remained in the limousine she called, "There, that ore, daddy, that's the one I want. Isn't it a perfect angel? And don't I match it, just?" So-s0 saw Jerry crossing the field, She heard him cry, 'Good morning, Miss Terry. up?" She watched until Con- stance had introduced Jerry to her father, saw the handsome old man descend from the car, and to- gether with Jerry and Constance cross the field to the new plane. Not wanting to watch this other girl climb into the plane she had so lately occupied herself she turn- ed back to her work. Beef loaf to be made. Lettyce to be washed. Sandwiches to put together. But she worked mechanically, her thoughts with the three on the fleld. "Now he'll be showing the plane. Now she'll be climbing in- to the cockpit. Now he's starting the engine----" she darted to the at it and if she's still enthusiastic window of the Crowsnest. Yes, they were in the ship. The old man was looking at it suspiciously. mhara was the roar of the motor. Down the field, oh perfect. So-so thrilled at the takeoff in spite of herself. © "Like a bird---a green and silver bird." Constance Flies Now they were in the air. Jerry and that girl Connie, and she, So- so, was down in the Crowsnest. With an effort she turned away. Up in the alr Jerry was show- ing off the ship to a wide-eyed what?" Jerr; yelled. Constance. Up and down, steep turns and mild banks, then up, up, up, into the one little white mist; cloud that the morning sun had not dispelled. Constance shivered and drew her fur about her. Jerry sent the plane out over thas sound. He was hardly conscious of the girl behind him until she signaled that she wanted to descend. "My father will be frightened," she told him. When they had landed she tried to persuade her father to go nu with Jerry, but he shook his head. "I'm too old, Mr. Corbett. But it looks all right for Constance here. I'm willing for her to have a try at the end of a month I'll buy this plane for her." "Isn't he sweet?" Constance de- manded. "Come on, darling. Let's go over to this cute little lunch room and celebrate with coffee." Mr, Terry looked distastefully at the. Crowsnest, squatting rather shabbily at the side of the field. "I'd rather not," he objected. Constance laughed. "All right. Turn up your aristocratic Terry nose at it if you like. Run along back to the city. I'm going to stay out /here and write checks iike mad, register in the ground school, spend the day on the field." She walked to the car with him, waved him good-by and then turned to Jerry, "Wasn't it easy? I could tell that he liked you. No. Don't come with me. I'm going to tell Miss Harper the grand news, I know you're busy. I'll see you later." She left him and fairly ran the short distance to the Crowsnest. So-so looked up at the opening of the door. She was conscious of the contrast, This deliciously fresh girl, cheeks glowing, eyes sparkling, and herself a little red around the lashes from the onions she was peeling for the beef loaf, her white apron already mussed from the breakfast rush. "Hello, Mies Harper! That was my father. He says I can learn to fly. 1Isn't it perfectly grand? Aud he's going to buy me that absolutely spiffy green airplane." So-s0 sald good morning a little stiffly. Constance went on, "Tell me were you scared y'hen you learned? Jerry says you can fly a plane wonderfuily well." '"He's exaggerating, I'm afraid," So-so managed. She could not summon enthusiasm to her voice. Jerry and Constance, In the air About the field. "The onions make my eyes smart," she explain. ed to Const nce. But on.vi. however po.cut could not account for the heavy heart that So-so carried about her work that mcrning. (To be continu-.1.) FAVOR NEW NAME OPPOSITION HEARD Foreign Bible Society of Canada FOR BIBLE SOCIETY May Become British and Ready to go| Montreal, May 13--To save .con- fusion and to give the appearance of unity, the question of changing the name of the Canadian Bible Society, which is an auxiliary of the British and Foreign Bible Society, to that of the British and Foreign Bible Society in Canada, was brought up, discussed and finally voted upon at a board meeting of the Montreal auxiliary, held on Friday at the Bible House on Union Avenue. The committee |__divided on a vote 9 to 5 in favor of recommending the change to the gen- eral. board at its fall meeting. Canon A. P. Shatford believed that the best course was to have a distinc- tly Canadian name,and voted against the measure. Aud although he nain- tained his loyalty to the Mother Country, he said that he did not feel the word "British" sufficiently de- scribed Canadian operations. 15 Branches There are 15 branches of the Cana- dian Bible Society in Canada, Rev, W. S. Major, the president, mentioned in his brief resume of the history of the Socicty. Beginning at Halifax they extend over the Dominion until they reach Vancouver. Every province in Canada, as well as Newfoundland, has either one or more branches. Ths rea- son, he said, that the matter had: come up at this meeting, was thai at a recent general board meeting in Re- gina, this question had been discussed, and as there was some divergence of opinion, it had been decided that the feeling of the local auxiliaries should be taken. Professor. Armstrong explained how the Canadian Bible Society has assumed its name, Some 25 years ago, the Canadian bodies, operating as auxiliaries of the British and For- eign Bible Society in England, had been federated and so each branch in the Dominion had been named in connection with its own province, Toronto Society The Toronto society, for instance, bears the name of the Upper Canada Bible Society, although it is still an auxiliary of the Canadian Society. The printing, publishing and translation work, of the Scriptures, however, is carried out by the parent society in England. Announcement was made at the meeting that a special appeal is be- ing made for a fund of $115,000 in Canada, in connection with the 125th anniversary of the parent society. Montreal's quaga is $10,000. A vote of thdnks was passed to the annonymous donor of $97 which had been collected and left at the society in an envelope. : { Rev. S. F. Newton, secretary-man- ager, and Prof. R. E. Welsh, Rev. W. T. Halpenny and Rev. J.B. Mac- Leod, were among those present. Source of Our Cobalt Most of the cobalt produced in Canada is a by-product of the sll- ver mining industry and is obtain ed by treating arsenical silver-co- balt,nickel residues from tue Co- balt, South Lorrain and Gowganda BLAMES COASTAL LAW FOR BLOCKADE Toronto, May 13.--"The most pot- ent cause of the present blockade on the Lakes is the disgraceful disad- vantage under which Canadian steam- ship men are placed by the Dominion Government, and the refusal of the Government to afford any protection to Canadian ship owners against American owners," said A. E. Math- ews, of the Mathews Steamship Com- pany. "The coasting laws are all in favor of the American ship owner, and very much against the Canadian ship owner," he said. "In Canada Ameri- can interests may and do own 100 per cent. of every vessel in big fleets, and are permitted to come and go at will. In the United States a Cana- dian or a British subject cannot own more than 25 per cent. «f the shares in any vessel plying between Cana- dian and American ports." Fifteen hundred cigar makers in Manila, P.I.,, recently went on a wage strike. z is the spirit of this continent and this epoch. Restless, unafraid, always unsatisfied, always reaching forward. Civilization finds in the Daily News- paper the unfail- ing ally that fully meets and inter- prets its pursuit of progress. « «sss. The Daily Newspaper in its power to inspire quick action sur- passes any vehicle that is within the power of an adver- tiser to purchase. «+. A Newspaper's readers are not scattered broad- cast over a contin- ent. They are gathered in a single family. The Newspaper tells them daily where in their own neigh- bourhood the advertised article is on sale, and it prompts them to buy it at once. ... 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