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THE OSHAWA DAILY, TIMES, MONDAY, AUGUST 20, 1928 { Miss Edith Brown, pretty sten- /ographer, is lifted from her dull life of routine into a land of adven- ture and romance by a ehance bit of dictation which she takes down from the lips of a man who says he 1s dylag--Colonel Dessliter, renow- aed explorer. The mext morning, when she starts to the bank to placa her motes and other docu- ments with which she had been in- trusted in a safe-deposit box as In- structed, she is attacked by ruff fans and saves her bag only because she had strapped it to her wrist, and by the timely intervention of a stranger, She safely deposits her papers and then successfully rebuffs an imp worm jut information, She finds her aciuaintance eagerly sought after by people of all sorts. One, 8 propinent Communisy, Noel ¥rankl|nd, she likes least, although her chim, Frances Austin, does not saub hs uncouth advances, How- ever, Frances finds a real admirer and Edith a partial confident in a young ;pussian, who describes him se merely as "Paul' and invites the girly to the resturant where he and his parents eke out a bare lly. {ng to which he adds ga pittance earned as a professional dancer, Then comes a mysterious invita. tion for Frances to a party from the Princess Strepaff with espee- fal instructions to "hring Miss Brown along." Arrived there, the yeason for her invitation is soon ap- arent, She 'meets Mr. Pennington, . P,, who takes pains to argue Miss Brown into disclosing her sec- yet for the best Interests of the gountry, But she realizes that it's veally the Communist Party for which he's pleading and remains obdurate, Finally she recognizes a personal ad in the Times as her summons again to meet Dessiter's agent in one of the government buildings where a certain John Olyde, cousin and executor of Des: sitor, produces her notes, which she had instructed the bank to de- liver to no one but herself, and bids ber transcribe them, When, to her amazement, she finds the notebook pages blank, both realize that her documents have Leen tampered with, Then it dawns on Miss Brown that John Glyde is none other than Dessiter himself. His death had been announced to throw his enemies off the track, and immediately he enlists her help to thwart any scheme to get her notes into'the opponents' hands. It ie disclosed that the enemy has ap accomplice who exchanged her book in the bank vaults for a bogus one, Dessiter gives her instructions to get the real documents as sobn as the bank opens next mornifg, but a mysterious warning from Erie Greatson, supposed to be in ihe op- ponents' camp, and an unusurl ac- cident delay her arrival and as she approaches the bank a great explos- fon wrecks the huilding and spreads havoe in all directions, Now Read Today's Installment of This Intriguing Oppenheim Story Miss Edith Brown, pretty stenog- rapher, is litted from her dull life and romance by a chance bit of dictation which she takes down of routine into a land of adventure from the lips of a man who says he is dying--Colonel Dessiter. The pext morning, when she starts to the bank to place her notes and other documents with which she has been intrusted in a safe-deposit box as instructed, she is attacked by ruftians and saves her bag only be- cause she had strapped it to her wrist. She finds her acquaintance eagerly sought after by people of all sorts. Noel Frankland she likes least, although her chum, Frances Austin, does not snub his uncouth advances, However, Frances finds a real admirer and Edith a nartial confidant in 8 young Russian, who describes himself merely as "Paul" and invites the girls to the restanr- ant where he and his parents gain @ bare living to which he adds a pittance earned as a professional dancer. Then after a mysterious invitation to a party from tke Princess Strepaff she is again vain- ly importuned to disclose ber secret, Finally, through a newspa- per and in code, she is summoned to a secret chamber in one of the Covernment buildings, , where a certain Jobn Glyde produces ho notes, which she had instructed the bank to deliver to no one but her- self, and bids her transcribe (nem. Wken, to her amazement, she dnds the notebook pages blank, both realize that her documents have been tampered with, Then it dawns on Miss Brown that John Glyde is none other than Dessiter bimself, His death had been an- nounced to throw his epemies off the track, and immediately he en- lists ber help to thwart any scheme to get her notes into 'he cppopents' hands. It is disclosed t the enemy has an accomplice who exchanged her book in the bank vaults for a bogue onc, Des- piter gives her instructions to get the real documents as soon as the bank opens next morning, but a mysterious * warning from Erle Greatson, supposed to be in the op- camp, and an unususl gc- sident delay her arrival and as she approaches the bank a great ex- plosion wrecks the building aed eads havoc in all directions. a. the vaults are not dam- aged, and presently Miss Brown's potes are returned to her and transcribed. Then Dessiter offers ber a place in his "X. YY. 0." a pewly organized secret depaitment of the Government. Miss Brown arrived home pscvsted again, somewhat to her. tor reporter wha comes to |W discomfort, in a Government ear, to find Frances in pronounced negligee, - lying * upon her bed, smoking a cigarette and reading the evening paper. "Once more," the latter confess. ed, throwing down the newspaper and stretching herself, "the chickens have been too. mauy for me. I need an antidote. What ia the natural antidote, Ediht, to feed- ing chickens and disposing of their dismembered remains?" "Dancing, dining and flirting, 1 suppose," Miss Brown observed taking off her eoat. Frances raised herself laslly, and, with her hands clasped behind her head, looked acrogs the room, "Edith," she murmured, "some. times your intelligence astonishes e," "Are you dining with Mr. Frank- land?" "] am not, To tell you the truth, my vanity is a little piqued, Mr, Frankland has raised the siege, He hasn't been down this week or written," "So much the better." Miss Brown declared severely, "I call him a most objectionable person." "So do I, as a matter of fact," Frances yawned. "He thinks of nothing else except his wretched speeches and his influence with the working classes, I don't like men who are too much in earnest about anything in life except me, If only some nice man knew," she reflect- ed, "how unsettled I am, how re- ceptive, how easy a victim I should be to any one with a little affec- tion to give and a little tact tn use in the displaying of it, why I think a -- Mo \o : "H 2 * E.Phillips 0 LE . WY A "Go and have yours first. The man will be furious if I keep him waiting, and you know how I like to stew." Miss Brown dutifully departed. When she reappeared clad im her dressing-gown, the hairdresser had already arrived, sity of a suspended toilette before her, she curled herself up in an easy-chalir, He had a great deal to say about the morning's excitement, "Felt the ground rock beneath my feet," he told them both, "I was shaving a customer----a thing 1 don't often do, but it was Ritchley, a very old elient, I very nearly cut him, too--a thing that hasn't happened to me for fifteen years, You've heard the latest, 1 suppose?" . "We've heard nothing except what's in the papers," Frances con- fessed. Maurice assumed an air of mys- tery. "Even if they bring off this uni- versal strike, it won't do what they think it will, I went to a meeting the other night," he went on con- fidentially. "There was a young man, Mr, Eric Greatson, who spake. Never heard such nonsense in my life, It was all kind of poetry stuff and imagining things--mnot a word that was a bit of good to a workingman," The two girls, exchanged quigh glances, y "Mr, Erie Greatgon is supposed to be a very clever man," Miss Brown observed, "He may be clever in his own way," the man acknowledged, all i 2 : fi il | RN | id The man had a great deal to say about the morning's excitement, "7 #¥elt the ground rock beneath his fect," he told the girls I should be besieged. I have a n:w gray frock, Edith--it's really that new shade of smoke color--all tue things that go with it, and sowe silk stockings to match I bought coming up from the station, You could put it all in a handkerchief case, and I haye a coiffeur coming here in exactly twenty minutes, Can we get a cocktail for him? It's the great Maurice, and I hear he never goes twice to a place unless he's offered a cocktail," Not a drop of alcohol on the premises," Miss Brown replied. "You know that, Frances. Could he do my hair as well?" "He'd make an awful mess of it," Frances assured her, "Thete hairdressers have no knack of bandling fine, simple hair like yours, I shouldn't let him touch it if I were you, The way you ar- range it yourself, with thosa baby blue eyes underneath and your funny demure little mouth, gives you individuality at spy rate, You mayn't be striking looking, Miss Brown, but if apy one takes the trouble to look at you--well, you're quite worth it, Can I have a bath?" "You can it you have sixpence to put in the slot." Frances swung herself off the bed. ; "I've been reading about this aw- ful outrage in South Audley street," she observed. "Did you hear it?" "Yes, I heard the explosion." Miss Brown admitted, "Every one did reund here. A great maay windows were broken in Curzon street," "The police seem to have been pretty clever about it," Frances went on. "They've found the fag- tory already where the bombs were stored--raided it this evening." "Was it in Tooley street?" "How the mischief did you know? You've seen the stop prees of the Evening Standard, I sup- Miss Brown shook her head. "I heard something about it be- fore I left my work," she adwaitted. "And I'm not sure that ib was the police who were so clever after all. Many arrests?" "Not one yet. The warehouse was deserted and the man who threw the bombs was blown into small pieces. It seems a senseless sort of affair" Miss Brown shivered a little. "Go and have your bath," she suggested. "I may have one after- ward while your hairdresser's here." "which may be in writing verses for those to enjoy who understand them, or it may be in writing novels which he's quite right to call romance, because there isa't a word of truth in them, but «8 for any sort of help to the ord!n- ary workingman, there wasn't any thing of that sort tumbling out of Mr, Greatson's mouth," He stood back and surveyed his handiwork, Frances made a little grimace at herself in the glass, It was an intelligent, almost a beautl- ful face, notwithstanding the slightly discontented curve of the mouth, "You've made me look a shade less ugly," she admitted, "I've nade you look in the fash- fon, madam," was the self-satisfied reply, "And that's what you send for me for, I wish your (friend would spare me ten minutes, [I'd cut her hair so that ber best friends wouldn't know her." Miss Brown shook her head, "You couldn't make me look fashionable," "Not worth while trying, eith- er," Frances declared, "We girls all look like a flock of sheep now- adays." The hair dresser, who was secretly of the same opinion, pack- ed up and took his leave. The two girls completed their toilettes in leisurely fashion, and in due course started off on their expedition, "What a funny world it would be," Miss Brown remarked abrupt- ly, as they entered their taxi in Curzon street, "if the whole of the social conditions were changed. Why, all these big houses would have to come down, or be made into apartment houses, and the shops--there would be no one left to buy the very expensive things. Every one would want medium- seized houses, medium-priced jewelry, medium everything. The luxuries would all go begging." "I think if Mr. Frankland fs there we'll get him to talk about it tonight." Frances suggested. "I'd rather hear him talk than dance with him--especially if he's been drinking a great deal." "I wish you wouldn't dance with him at all," Miss Brown begged earnestly, "I don't like him, and though I know that you're not real- ly in earnest, I hate to see him with you. Why dop't you dance with Mr. Paul? He thinks there's no one in the world like you, and his manpers are charming." "The long Russian," Frances murmured. "Well, he's very at- tractive, but what's the gcod With fhe neces-|la Lord {me." of common sense. I don't want to one wy time or my thugs ut ny upon eo who's absolutely ona i "But is Mr. Paul absolutely hopeless?" "Well, isn't he? A professional dancer by night, a whole family to support by working in a restaurant by day. Of course, it's fine of him to do it. I'admire him for it aw- fullr--but I'm selfish, selfish, sel. They arrived presently at the Cosmopolitan, selected a suitable table and ordered the dinner, Then they glanced around the room. Miss Brown, at any rate, was re- Neves 10 see no sign of Mr. Frank. nd. "You seem terribly opulent. Frances observed, "but 1 am nol going to allow you to pax tonight, The Princess has bought o dozen chickens from me---vather decent of her, I think, as you didn't seem to get on with her friende-- and I've brought the money up we 0. "You'll have to keep fit, then," Miss Brown insisted, "This is a celebration party, 1 have accepted' & permanent t, I'm secretary now to a Mr, John Glyde, and at a big salary, too, He gave me a ridiculous sum of money not long ago for doing some work, and he won't let me return aay eof it." "We'll drink to him, whoever he may be," Frances declared, after the cocktails were brought. "You're a quiet little cat, Edith. You don't seem to feel the need of confidences like other girls. Then, all of a sudden, you come out with a astounding fact like this, Who is Mr, John Glyde, what sort of work does he do and how old is het" "He is rather a flerce peraon,' Miss Brown confided, 'He is head of a new department at the Home Office, Middle aged, I should, think, and sometimes a little~im- petuous." "Of an affectionate disposition?" "Good heavens, no, I think he means to be kind, but he's engross- ed in his work, and I should think almost a woman-hater." "Sounds most attractive," Fran- ces sighed, "I know I should like him better than chickens," * * ¢ Presently Paul made his appear- ance, He came over at once to their table, "You are all right?" he asked Miss Brown, a little anxiously, "Quite," she assured him, "Why shouldn't she be!" Fran ces exclaimed, "And why don't you ask after my health while you're about it?" i "I came to ask if you would dance with me," he said, turning toward her almost shyly, "I know it's very soon--you're only start- ing dinner, are you?---but I have 80 many clients coming later to- night with whom I have to dance professionally," yo Frances accepted willingly, The music was at its best and they danced for some time before they returned to the table, That was delightful, Mr, Paul," Frances acknowledged, with a sigh of pleasure, 'Sit down with us for a moment now, won't you?" "I should like to very much," he answered, "If you are sure that you will not let me interfere with your dinner, It is too bad of me to keep Miss Austin so long," he apologized with a courteous bow to Miss Brown, "but I have so much dancing that is troublesome, and with the little practice she has Miss Austin is geally wonderful." "How is the restaurant golpg?" Miss Brown inquired. "Moderately well, We are jus paying our way, I think, Anyhow, the family all live free, and Wwe have managed to keep out of debt, which is something, It is dificult, though, We try to keep the clien~ tele among ourselves, but there really are not enough Russians ip London with money of their own, Every now and them we get some of the others. These we will not serve. You observed, perbaps, to- night that when I first came up to you I was much upset?" Miss Brown assented, "I thought that you did not seem quite yourself," she admitted, "I have been telling Miss Austin ghout it, Who should present him- self, pit down at a table apd p pare to dine but Bretskopt-- Bretskopf. Miss Brown, the man who condemned relatives of mine to death for mo other reason in the world except that they had pro. perty; that they were mot of the people, Why, when he is in Russia, he lives at this moment in & house belonging to my uncle, into which be merely walked and of which he took possession." A message was brought across to Paul, and he rose to his feet with a regretful sigh, A few minutes later he was dancing with a tlufty- looking dowager of very uncertain age, his head bent while he lstened with grave politeness to her babble of conversation, Framces sighed. "I am sorry for Mr, Paul" she reflected, her eyes following him around the room. Later on in the evening at a time whep their coming at sll had seemed improbable, Franklapd and Erle Greatson presented themselves. Both seemed a little tired, Frank- land, for him, almost morose. They came across the room and shook bands with the two girls, "Hard work to get away tor night," Mr, Frankland observed. "It looked as though there were going to be a division up till 10 o'~ clock. I ses you young ladies bave r." Miss Brown and I want a little information about your; y." 4 "I'll give you sll the information you want," Frankland promised, with a touch of his usual pompos- ity. "I'm the right person to come. to for that. We shan't be long: feeding--had lunch late, Wish you'd let us send you young ladies 2 bottle of wine?" : "Certainly not," Miss Brown de-~ clined hastily. "You had better ge and start your dinner. Your wait. er is looking agitated." The two mer departed, Frapk-. hime I'm passing through an ora]iand with the somewhat unsteady) t of the man who has drunk a t many aperitifs. Their table a8 already flanked by a bottie of out from one side of waistcoat and his voice traveled ucously across the room. i Frances looked at him critically nd her eyes wandered off to where ul was still in melancholy at- endance upon his dowager. Miss wa watched, but in her great om she made no remark. (Continued tomorrow) fd HUNTING SEASON OPENS ONSEP. | Summary of Migratory Birds Convention Act Outlined: ~~ ° + ta (By Canadian Press) . Ottawa, Ont, Aug. 20.--The hunt- ing season opens Sept, 1 and a sum- mary of the Migratory Birds Conven- tion Act given below, will be useful to hunters--it is for Ontario, ; Seasons Ontario--North and West of the French and Matawa Rivers and in- cluding all Georgian Bay waters: Both dates inclusive--Ducks, geese, Brant and Rails--Sept. 1-Dec. 15; Wilson's or Jack Snipe, Sept. 1-Dec. 15; Woodcock, Sept. 15-Nov. 30. South of the French and Mattawa Rivers but not including any portion of the Georgian Bay waters): Ducks, Geese, Brant and Rails, Sept. 15-Dec. 15; Wilson's or Jack Snipe, Sept. 1- Dec. 15; Woodcock, Sept. 15-Nov, 30. These #s a closed season throughout the year in Ontario on, Eider Duck (the latter may be taken during the open season in that portion of On- tario, north of the Quebec, Cochrane, Winnipeg line of the Canadian Na- tional Railway) Swans, Cranes, Cur- lew, Willets, Godwits, Upland Plover, Black-bellied and Golden Plover, Greater and Lesser Yellow-legs, Avo- cets, Dowitchers, Knots, Oyster-cat- chers, Phalaropes, Stilts, Surf-birds, Turnstones, and all the shore-birds not provided with an open season in above schedule. There is a closed season through- out the year on the following non- ame birds: Awks, Auklets, Bitterns, ulmars, Gannets, Grebes, Guille- mots, Gulls, Herons, Jaegers, Loons, Murres, Petrels, Puffins, Shearwaters, and Terns; and there is a closed sea- son throughout the year on the fol- lowing insectivorous birds: Bobo- links, Catbirds, Chickadees, Cuckoos, Flickers, Flycatchers, = Grosbeaks, Humingbirds, Kinglets, Martins, Mea- dowlark, Nighthawks or Bull Bats, Nuthatches, Orioles, Robins, Shrikes, Swallows, Swifts, Tanagers, Titmice, Thrushes, Vireos, Warblers, Wax- wings, Whip-poor-wills, Woodpeck- crs, and Wrens, and all other perch- ing birds which feed entirely or chief- ly on insects. No person shall kill, hunt, capture, injure, take or molest migratory game birds during the close season. Sale of these birds is forbidden. The killing, capturing, taking, in- juring or molesting of migratory in- sectivorous and migratory non-game birds is prohibited. The possession - of legally taken migratory game birds is allowed un- til March 31st, following the open season. In Ontario it is an offence to kill or attempt to kill any migra- tory game bird between sunset and sunrise, Bag Limits Ducks 25, but not more than 200 in a season; Geese 15, Brant 15, Rails 25, Wilson's Snipe 25, Woodcock 10. Guns and Appliances The use of automatic (auto load- ing), swivel, or machine guns, or battery, or any gun larger than num- ber 10 gauge is prohibited, and the use of any aeroplane, power-hoat, sail-boat, or night light, and shooting from any horsedrawn or motor vehicle is forbidden. ty Every person who violates any pro- vision of this Act, or any regulation shall, for each offence, be liable upon summary conviction to a8 fine of not more than three hundred dollars and not less than ten dollars, or to im- prisonment for a term not exceeding six months, or to both fine and im- prisonment. HARD TO PICK THEM (Ottawa Journal) In sport, it is a dangerous thing to count chickens before they are hatched. Thus, when the Canadian A Olympic team sailed, the athletes who were counted upon to bring home some points for the Dominion were Jack Wright, the oarsman, and some of our boxers; young Percy Williams was not talked of. Yet as it turned out, Williams has brought his coun- try fame by beating the world's best, while Wright, and our boxers have been vanquished. Prophecy is seldom sensible, For Your Drug Needs THOMPSON'S 10 Simcoe St. 8.~We Deliver Any straw hat in store. GREAT NEW PARK OPENED IN WEST Open Way to Land of Mystery and Wealth Af. forded By Park : Ny Canadian Press) Prince Albert, Sask., Aug. 20.--The opening of Prince Albert Park means the opening up of the Great North- lands. Even ta those most familiar with the North that term is still of vague significance, because, although this section of Canada was the first known to the British, it still after nearly three centuries, remains a land of mystery. Geographically it comprises the vast arca of over a million square miles lying between the great Mackenzie River, the Hud- son Bay, the Arctic Ocean on the North, and the prairies on the South. Every day one hears rumors in the streets of Prince Albert of the vast unexplored wealth of this country. One day it is the chief of the Fire Rangers who has just returned from a thousand mile trip circling above and beyond Prince Albert Park in the fire patrol plane, His aeroplane has flown above Reindeer Lake, ly- ing almost due north of the park, a lake containing over a thousand isl- ands, and so large that at a height of a thousand feet in the air the bor- ders of the lake cannot be seen. Now it is the Mounted Police, who have desolate posts established at great distances from each other in this lone wilderness, who bring in reports of vast deposits of tarsand, of lumps of salt as large as great boulders to be found along the rivers and lakes, and of untapped resources of crude oil. Again it is the quixotic explorer or the prospector who brings in samples of quartz containing sil- ver, nickel copper and sometimes old. The paths which these men haye followed are the waterways and trails tread by the Indians before the com- ing of the white man, tramped by the members of the Company of Gentle- men Adventurers and later trafficked over by the Hudson's Bay Company. This vast realm has for three cen- turies withstood civilization, Now except for the lone aeroplane or iso- lated post of the Mounties it is per- haps more deserted than it was a century ago. Many of the Hudson Bay posts have fallen into decay and the trails once echoing to the bark of the dog-team and the shout ef the trapper are almost silent. he park itself lies 1500 square miles in area between the Northlands and the prairies, the natural highway between the one and the other. Its southern boundary is 35 miles north of Prince Albert, but the waterway, which is the only way through the park in the summertime lies 70 miles north of Prince Albert. A road runs hetween Waskesiu Lake, the first of the lakes and the city, Tt is in rea- lity an old Hudson Bay trail remade. The Government is now huilding a new broad road to replace the old. The water highway is one of un- rivalled beauty. Hundreds of lakes, some but half a mile across, some 50 miles long, are linked together by in- celled chain of waters, sparkling in the summer sun, and joining on the east via Lake La Ronge with the Church- ill and Hudson Bay, and on the west by the Great Slave Lake to the Mac- kenzie, From an aeroplane these thousands of miles of waterways look like titanie design of fretted silver, the pathways of this land of adven- ture. At the southern houndary of the park is a height of land dividing ters of the south. On the one side the water flows to the Arctic Ocean, on the other they empty by the Great Lakes to the Atlantic. 5 Already in the streets of Prince Al- bert, it is a common sight to see youths and khaki dressed maids, their cars loaded down with tents, food, changes of clothing, all the impedi- ments of a trip into the wilderness. They are on their way to the park. Once there the canoe is the only way of penetrating its fastnesses. And between here and Montreal Lake, 120 miles to the north there is no re-vict- ualling point. Prince Albert is the last outpost of civilization. The park is filled with game. The smaller lakes, a mile or so across are like great crystal bowls filled from rim to rim with waterlillies, Off the roots of these the moose feed. Since all hunting is now forbidden in the park, the baby moose, unafraid and curious to see the stranger, will nose up to within a few feet of the canoe. By elk, and bear, cinnamon and black are common in the park. From the thousands of crystal streams that run into the lakes, the bear feed in the spring, taking with great swipes of the paw perhaps a dozen fish at a time, thrusting them on the shore and cating only the fattest. The waters -team with fish, the giant pickerel, the wall-eyed pike, whitefish and trout. Many of the lakes are the gathering places for the migrations of birds. Kingsmere Lake is the resort of the loons. From here go in August thousands of the older birds, and in October the young- er ones. Clare Lake in the autumn and Pease' Landing is a moving mass of bird life. Tens of thousands o mallard ducks collect here in Septem- ber and October for the southern flight. Lake Lavalee is the resort of the pellican and cormorant. The isl- ands of the Lake form their rook- eries. a Since hunting has been prohibited in the park, the Indian trapper and fisherman has felt the benefit of the overflow of the game from the park. Where an Indian was fortunate to capture one bear a season, may now get five or six. The Marten, the fox, silver, black and red, the lynx the ermine, the mink are becoming more plentiful. The beaver are so numerous that the Indian guides are obliged, every few weeks, fo clear out the streams creeks, in order to keep the cance routes open. park is a sanctuary of the primitive set aside in perpetuity for the pl ¢ of the people, but it is no less important as opening a high- way to the untold riches of the north. By and large, 'and roughly speak- ing, the difference between "par- fum" and "perfume" is about $5 an ounce. ~Detroit News. numerable river and streams, a8 jew- | the waters of the north from the wa-| BELIEVE IT OR NOT (Stratford Beacon-Herald) A gentleman, residing on High Park Avenue, Toronto, reports that there are giant caterpillars devouring the leaves from his apple trees. Some of the invaders are from five to six inches in length, and it is possible to hear them ghewing away at the leaves. The Toronto man has been out with a baseball bat trying to kill some of the crawlers. 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