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•-tK VOTE ^s you im... - si/r VO'TE I "salada; TEA CHRONIGLES of GINGEB FABM By Gwendoline P. Clarke Alter several days oi fine weath- er, complete uitii warm, drying witids, our thoughts were hopeful- ly turning once again to spring seeding â€" only it would seem more like summer seeding at this laie date. However call it spring or suuuiicr â€" it doesn't make any dif- ference â€" for it is raining again, just another good old soaker. So that's that. Yesterday we had a houseful of family week-enders and we «11 went for a drive. It is said that misery likes company but I can assure you it didn't make Partner or I feel the least bit better to pass farm after farm in no better condi- tion as to field crops than our own. Some of the wheat w.asn't too bad but we didn't see one field of spring grain that showed anv promise at all. * * * Our drive took us to Malton air- port â€" a place that we like to visit about once a year anyway. We re- member it from the time when construction work was lirst started â€" when there was nothing there at all other than a corner store, a few farm houses, and construc- tion gangs and machinery at work. Now the runways, the various aeroplane plants, Trans-Canada sheds and dwelling houses cover acres and acres of land. Any time we went there during the last few years we always found the place seething with activity, planes of every description coming and go- ing all the time. Yesterday it wai very diflcrcnl â€" in fact the place •eemed dead. It certainly looked as if the war was over. Trainer planes were conspicuous only by their absence. A lone Lancaster took ofT, circled around a few times and then landed again. One Trans- Canada .Airliner was pushed out of its shed, given a warming-up and then left alone, .\round five o'clock a plant came in from Chicago. Ten passengers alighted â€" as non- chalantly as if they were stepping off a street-car. The plane was re- fuelled, mail and baggage put aboard and in about twenty niin- titej she took off again, this time for Ottawa and Montreal and with only six passengers. And how I wish I had been one of them. 1 hope it may yet be my good for- tune to go up in the air at least once before I go underground. • * * To review events further back Ib the week: We had a letter from »on Bob, at present stationed in HARNESS & COLLARS Farmers Attention â€" Consult your nearest Harness Shop about Staco Harness Supplies. We sell our goods only through your local Staco Leather Goods dealer. The goods are right, and so are our prices. We manufacture in our fac- tories â€" Harness, Horse Col- lars, Sweat Pads, Horse Blan- kets, and Leather Travelling Goods. Insist on Staco Brand Trade Marked Goods, and you cct satisfaction. Made only by: SAMUEL TREES CO., LTD. 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I sure hope so ai he had shot four of our guys that day already. It happened as I was driving through a Ger- man town. The bullet came through the back of the cab â€" and I'll swear it made a detour around my^ head before it smashed into the instrument panel. Now I have another hole for fresh air anyway. Half an hour later I nearly piled my truck up because I had to take to the ditch to avoid hitting a Jerry civilian. Today a Jerry asked me for a cigarette. I opened my case, took out a smoke, lit it myself and just looked at him. I nev«r said a word but he caught on pretty darn quick." When one gets a letter like that and realises that our boys are itlll at the mercy of death-dealing snip- er* one gets rather disgusted at the verbal sniping that is going on in our own country, particularly in political circles. Inner Meaning A Toronto Collegiate classroom (about J 0-year-olds) was this week diverted when a stutlent went to the blackboard, wrote: CCF â€" Carefully Concealed Fascism. â€" Financial Post ^^^tUiW^ce/ci Dainty floral embroidery tnakes a simple little frock a "best bib and tucker." Big sister and little sister will be equally proud of it. Pretty as a picture I Pattern 031 ha* transfer of embroidery and com- plete pattern for dress; sizes 1, t, 4, or 6. State size desired. Send twenty cents in coin* (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern to Wilson Needlecraft Dept., Room 421, 78 Adelaide St. West, Toronto. Print plainly pat- tern number, your name and ad- dress. ELECTRIC WATER HEATERS! Wonderriil naw tnipruvemant lo w«t«r hsnttral Compaot, ooppar ••Dstructlon, Immaralon typt, aturay and durable. Will work on anjr kind of ourrant of 110 Tolta. U or It orola A.C. or D.C. ((O^watta. ¥•%â- * urM only lavap Inchea % Id*, dlam. and has (-(l _ oSrsred oord and plug, will oovsred oord and plug. Will boll tpntx of water In a raw inlnutMi t a hoit of uaas In th* kItehM, la tha bathroom ate. Juat the tnlaf f«r ahavlng la iot wtathar, •*** raal. A ntoaaaltr In avtrr hOTOt. LOUIS ARTHUR CUNNINGHAM CHAPTER IV "We had to runâ€" run quickly â€" more planes were coming over this time, a bomb set fire to the cottage and men were paraclutling down. All that night we ran when it was aafe to do so. Then we met an old peasant with his cart and he start- ed us on the road to Paris and there Meridel found us. It was God who helped her to find us an-l bring us here." "Yes," said Roger softly and his eyes were steady o:i Rudolph's. "It was indeed God who helped." "And He will take care of Bon- honjme Fricot up in heaven," said Rosine. ".And punish the one who killed him. Bonhomme Fricot was bent and Ibs beard was long. He would harm no one." "It is murder to kill like that,' •aid Pol Martin. "Then to laugh, to smile as this one did after â€" " "It is done with now. Finished, eh, Rudolph?" said Roger. * • • "Madame requests that you be ready within the hour â€" you, too, M. Roger â€" you are all going to Montreal." "The princess, too?" Roger sat up eagerly. But madame, during the pleasant ride to the city, made Roger sit up front with the chaffeur of the an- cient ar. Her bright black eyes grlittered impishly. "Later the prin- cess may wish to ride up the Mount in a barouche and perhaps you'd like to go with her." "Would you like that, Meridel?" Roger asked. "It is really very beautiful." "But yes. I should love that, monsieur. I have not been on a real mountain since I left Gratzen. I shall look forward to it." And so, in the warm, hmRuorons evening they drove up the moun- tain and Roger told her of Maison- neure, of the golden history of the great city whose countless light* gllttere'I in the dusk. "You will be happjr, Meridel â€" here among us. It is a friendiv land, a friendiv peo- pie. * * * But they were at the top of the Mount now and the barouche had stopped and the obsequious coach- man was waiting to help made- moiselle alight. For a long while they stoci looking down in silence «t the city, at the blue distance, rtie atar-spangled sky over the Adlrondacks. "It is so lovely," she said, "so lovely, «o serene. Nothing will •rer come to shatter the peace of those tkles?" "Not in our time, my dear. None o* ua have yet learned to thank Ood aulRciently for that. I am so glad â€" so glad you are here, Meri- del, aafe and cared for and happy. You art happy now, aren't you?" "Happier than I ever dared hope fai those days â€" " "I â€" I should like to make you happier still. If I mav hope â€" " * • * She smiled at him, looked up at the broad shoulders that bulkd above her, at hi* face, dark and kan-jawcd and so wise for one so youn.ij. Strange, swift world. They ha'I met only last night and now he spoke to her of love. She could see it in his earnest eyes', read it in the rough tones of his voice. But her heart was not yet receptive to love an<I she wondered if it would ever be again â€" and then she thought of the night in Gratzen so much like this, when she and that other youth, so young and gay and glad oi heart had cimbed the inomitain road to the castle. "You make my heart glad, Rog- er. But you 'lo! What you would say is always sweet to hear, but I â€" ^it is too ^oon for me. It seem* of small importance â€" our own loves and hates, when hatred has become a tide of the sea and love a van- ished army." "It is one of the things we can cling to â€" so it seems to me. Cling "to hungrily. But it is perhaps too soon. Meridel. .After a little while perhaps â€" " "Xo. I have never before met anyone like you, any girl who made me feel as you have done. And the princess part has little to do with it." • "I am glad of that. You would have found me the same if I'd been a scullery maid?" "Yes, the same." * * .♦ She thought of Michel, who had been sad because she had changed from a peasant girl to a princess. ,As if it mattered, as if that should discourage him and drive him away on his lonely road! But it had been different then, even though the old castle was already tottering on its rocky buttresses and the wind* of change were rustling around it* keep. They drove down the mountain and somehow he was not unhappy, though he had been unable to say the things that were clamouring to be uttered. They wandered about the city, into paces where Roger had never been before. Door* and windows were open; the night was sultry the air charged with the threat of thunder. From a little basement restaurant the music of a violin and a piano came liltlngly up to them and Meridel's fingers closed hard on his wrist as she stoppel, chin lifted, eye* bright, like one lost in a dark wood who hears the winding of a golden horn. "It i) a song of Gratzen I" »he said. "It is a song of my people! Come â€" come quickly, please!" * • ♦ Roger sharing her eagernes*, fol- lowed her down the »teps into the little taproom. It seemed to V« three-quarters filled by the huge man in a white apron who came forward to meet them, a wide smile on his ruddy face. He stopped snd'lenly and his little shoe-button eyes all but popped from their cushions of fat. "Graclou* ladyl Highness! It is you I »ee here â€" here!" And, by some miracle, he bowed low until they *aw only the shiny bald pate fringed by long white locks. The boy and girl left piano and Icobac THE PICK OF TOBACCO If does taste qood in a pipe fiddle and came to stand behind him and bend low in an Old-World cur'esy. "My friends!" Meridel's voice was gentle, her eyes shone. She stretched out her hands to them and they kissed the white fingers reverently. "Jules Goujon â€" Jules of the Coq d'or, and little Emil and little Magda." She looked fondly on the old man and his grandchil- dren. Their mother was dead their father would be fighting if life was in him yet. "It is so good â€" so good to find you here, my friends, my own people." * * • "It is like seeing heaven. High- ness. You will sit, yes, please, and this gallant airman â€" here in my inn." "Gocul â€" it is good, this Canada," he said. "Here we can hope to build our happiness once again. You, Princess, are well here?" "Well, Indeed, Julesâ€" and Pol Martin and little Rosine. We live at a grand chateau Philibert which belong* to Uncle Rudi, who is a very great man here and very rich. You will remember the Baron Rudi, my friend?" "Well I remember him. High- ness," said Jules thinking ony brief- ly of the long, unsettled score chalked behind the bar of his inn in that far-off land. "He was a gay young man, the baron. I am happy that the world haa used him well. Tell him he Is always welcome at ray Inn, which I call to the Coq- d'or in memory of old times." "Old times â€" do you recall, my good friend, the time I came to your tavern â€" on fair day â€" with the tall, red-headed one, and we had dinner together â€" roast goose k wa* â€" " (To Be Continued) World Sugar Stock Lowest In Year* Canada's Sugar Ration cut a fur- ther five pound* for the remainder of 1945 i* a reminder of the vast adjustments that have to be made before world economy become* normal again, says the Ottawa Citizen: "The lower ration will bring the per .capita consumption of Britain, the United States and Canada to an annual rate of 70.8 pounds. The 1044 arerage* were: U. S., 89; Great Britain, TJ.5! and Canada, 8S.6 pounds per per- son per year. World sugar stock* at the beginning of 1948 were 4.1 million tons, lowest in many years. Last year the carry-over was 6.i million tons, and in 1943 it was 6.5 million ton*. Last year, according to the St- Catharines Standard, Southwestern Ontario alone produced 40,000,000 pounds of beet sugar, and one au- thority states that the amount could be doubled thi* year, if the growers had priority on farm help. The third largest refinery in the world, at Chatham, was idle last year. It is an important subject. In view of the recent reduction In the sugar ration. And sugar will be short un- til Europe gets back to beet pro- duction. HOTEL METROPOLE An Beautifully Fumkhed With Running Water. Rates; $1.50 up NIAGARA FALLS OPPOSITE C.N.R. STATION Smart Girls always carry PARADOL Dr.CHASE'S Paradol . . . FOR QUICK. RELIEF OF HEADACHE & Other Pains DONATE YOUR BLOOD â€" A soldier's life may depend on H Contributed by BLACK HORSE II » A « •* *â-  -0 « 4 * « i