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tom re Eh PAGE TWELVE a THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, FRIDAY, APRIL 12, 1929 REPORT AEROPLANE HAS BEEN SIGHTED Rescue Machine Finds Crew ~ Alive and Well and * Drops Food 'Sydney, Australia, April 12.-- The airplane Southern Cross was or! found today with its crew of four men all well, The airplane Canberra sent a message saying, "Haye found Southern Cross. All alive and well, Have dropped food." The Canberra was one of several planes that had searched the wild northwestern Australian bush for days. The Southern Cross was said to have been located about 30 miles from the Port George mission. An- other mission in: the Kimberley district of Western Australia had reported that an airplane passed over it toward the southwest on March 31 and with this as the only clue the search was centred in that district for 'the past 12 ays. 2 8 Relief expeditions composed of airplanes, launches nd agtye run- ners have been sear for the Southern Cross since Captain Charlise Kingsford-Smith sent out a radio message in the wild Aus- tralia bush '""about 100 miles east of Wyndham." . Wyndham, Western Australia, was their destination on the first 1a pof a Sydney to London flight in the plane which made the first successful crossing of the Pacific ocean from California to Australia. Beside Captain Kingsford-Smith, the plane carried Pilot Charles T. O. Ulm," who shared honors in the transpacific flight with him, a 1 | navigator named Litchfield, and a radio operator named McWilliam. Doctors in the wilderness of cen- tral Alaska are often called out on a ten-day trip by dog sled. 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"No," he answered, puzzled and fumpl!- >, and always with his hands on her shoulders and his eyes, smiling down at her. "No, 1 think that ! found out that I did." "Did! And yt now you won't even be friends with me. What's hanpened t you?" There was a pause. Then he sald simply: "I think, perh~p»s, I've grown up. It came to me tonight that I loved you, and that this is the only way out, for me. T love him too. It's all perfectly clear now." Bert said, in an undertone, half t> himself. "Not to me!" she said, impatient, gloomy, irresolute. "In that room there--that room n the Lambert house--"" Bert added "Something seemed to split--to clear--inside my head. ...i | saw him--Dad--well, I don't know!" He laughed gruffly; there was a lit- tle break in his voice. "I geaw up," he finished, with an eloquent smile and shrug. "God knows I've been long enough about it!" "And I grew up too, in that game room," Beatrice began warmly. "I knew, all of sudden, that I'd l:en asleep, all this year--playing at marriage, playing at b:ing in love with Hugh, loving myself because the tradespeople and servants and t" ~ firm were so nice to me--poor fool that T am! And I can't go back. Bert," she went on excitedly. "His jealousy--hig stupid, wick- ed, horrible jealousy--has spoiled everything!" Beatrice exclaimed. "He can't take it back!" "You'll feel differcntly 12 the morning," Bert told her. And as the made no answer, but continued to stare into space, with somber brooding eyes, and a bittenYyip, he added, "I must go now. Dad may be home at any minute, az: I mustn't be here." "Do I se~ you tomorrow?" she asked, rousing from' a reverie, "I don't know. I'suppc:e so. Goodby, Bee," he said simply. "Good-by, Bert." She lonked at Alth wistfully. "I suppose we'll see why all this had to happen s2me fay--" she said, forlornly. --- The Make-Believe Wife By Kathleen Norris Married Her Employer, rou': had a chanc- to talk :t over cooly. to go awa~, Bee- -ou'd only be sorry! Why, what would you do" * "I could work!" "I don't mean that. Dad--Dad woul! never let you work," Bert said, turning rea'. ' "He'd have to if I wouldn't touch his money!" . "But your mother and sister--" Bert hadn't méant to mention them; he felt himself floundering hopelessly, The color flew to Bee's face, and for a moment Ler eye- lashes were lowered, as if she felt a touch of shame. Then she said proudly: "You don't think I'd--I'd swal- low my pride on that account? You don't think I'd put up with any- thing from Hugh---bear anything, because I"m---because we're all de- pendant on him?" ' "No, of course mot?" Bert pro- tested quickly, in painful embar- rassment. 'But it never does any- one any harm," he went on some- what timidly, "to forget anq for- give. Does it?" "I don't know," she said anmber- ly, looking away. He had taken his hands from hér shoulders, and now she walked restlessly across the big room, pick- ed a book from the cemtra table, looked at it, and went with it to a distant bookcase. The velvet gown wag short in front, but it trailed on the ground behind her; she locked young and slim as she stood before the books, fitting the volume she had found into its place. Her arms and throat were white am-ng the shadows. There was a picture of Hugh's mother, in a silver frame, on the bookease. Beatrice studied It ah- gently, turning it in Yer hid to catch the light, and put it down again, Bert stood irresolute in the centre of the floor, watching her, "I think," she said, soming b.ck to him, "that it will be better if I go away for a while, There Is something about that woman---Ai- leen--that makes me go gooseflesh. I'm all wrought up, Hush's a wreck, and you--you're unhsppy.Y "But ~o0 away where?' 'ha said. "I don't ¥*now. But sor::where. If Hugh wants me to co™a hack, some Aay, I'll come back. But just now I feel as if I'd made 012 mw': take on another--" "Dad won't want you to leave at all, as far as that goes" Bart t.'l. Her mouth took a faint stndborn ine; her eyes were distant. "Well, I'll have to," she pnreist- ed briefly. There was a s'" -ce, said, with a sigh: "I wonder if other families--I wonder if other women--get into messes like this!" "I'm not very proud of my share in it!" Bert commented bri2f'y. "Nor I of mine!" She raised her tioubleC x22 irs child, a° 1 he kissed her putting his armg about her for a second, and turned to pick T% nu she "But that's just it--" ha protestingly. "Just whot?" @ "Well--nothing has happened," Bert offered lamely. Beatrice's eyes flashed ag.!n. "I think something has happen- r 1!" ghe said hotly. "Ah, no, Bee, Dad's made youn anghy. But--but married people have to forgive each other!" Rert su~gested uncertainly. "Not things like that!" se an- swered quickly. "Not having the-- the lowest suspicions of the person nearest you, not putting the ~"Orst construction on everything, without waiting for an explanation or giv- ing--giving anyone a chance to ex- plain! Not letting a person like Aileen," Beatrice rushed on bitter- ly, "come into it, Interfering and hinting and making troub's! It he could think that his own wife and hig own son--why, if ae could began - really think that, Bert," she inter- rupted herseif to ask, beglaning to cry, "what earthly peace or com- fort 1s there ever going to be Un this world for him or for me? Why didn't he cs' me quietly? Why did- n't he wait?" "I don't suppose, wnen a person gets jealous, he can exactly control what he does, Bee," Bert suggested, anxiously placating. "But there seems to he no use trying to please a jealous person, Bert," she said, sobbing. "For if there isn't any real reason Jor trou- ble he'll--he'll invent it!" "He di'n't invent that i--1I care a terrible lot for you," the boy said humbly in a low tone. Beatrice threw up her head. Her bright, impatient eyes did not fal- ter in their steady look at him, "Well, what of it, Bert! We did- n't want you to hate =». I sup- pose?" she demanded. . Bert laughed a hopeless, graff little laugh. "No. But that's what has driven him sort of--cuckoo," he surgested Ineloquently. . Beatrice reflected on this, look- Ing away, sniffling, wiping her Byes. "I'm going away tomorrow for a while," she said. "To your mother?" "No!" Her eyes returned to him indignantly, "Why should I be sent to my mother, as if I'd done something wrong? She to report, [ suppose, in weekly letters, tha: I was in bed every night at ten o'- clock and that I was apparently re- pentant--!" "Beatrice," Bert interrupted, "that doesn't sound like you! We've all been wrong, in this mess "I haven't, and you haven't!" she assertcd haughtily. 'Perhaps cragy suspicions, has!" "You'll feel differently in the morning, when you've had some vest," Bert repeated, "and when up the overcoat he had thrown over Il a chair, Beatrice went with him fo the hall door. "Where's Hugh, do pose?" "Walking the streets probably. He looked like a crazy man." She looked out at the black night with a little shudde.. "Good-by agrin Ber'," ghe sald. Ang them in the phrase from the cld story, she added whimsienlly, "God doesn't always make the right man king!" He did not answer. He stopped 1's fair head for a momaint over her hand, end the ran down the black and twinkling steps and turn- ed into the street. Nid Mrs. Chal- loner's house was but a few squares avay; he would go the a, Reatrice thought, turning back into the hall. you supe CHAPTER XXXV When the door was closed she ran upstdirs, her breath beginning to come fast again, and her eyes bright and feverish with sudden determination... The blue velevet gown came off and was flung care- lessly aside; Beatrice tore off slippers and thin stockings and sub- stituted more practical wear. While she dressed, her opened suit case lay on h-- desk, aud she flung nto it everything needed for a week's absence at least. gn she rlded the little photograph '8f Marcia and her mother: two lean, smjling women, looking ahout the same age, in white gowns snd hats, in the sunlight of the Panama steamer's deck. There was a beautiful pIsture of Hugh on her dresser; Hugh at his dearest. He had had it taken not long after their ma-riage; no one else had a copy of this particular pose, Beatrice had selected it as her favorite, and hers in a special sense, it had become. She looked at this picture to- night, and her breast heaved. But she put it aside. There was an- other picture of Hugh--the nicture this o=e had replaced. It had heen temporarily shelved, in her closet; she found it and slipped it into her bag instead. It wouldn't de tc let him know-- . Her warm glov.z, her heavy fur coat----she was ready. She caught up the suit case, snapped off the dressing-room lights. At tke same moment there was a footstep in the hall and somebody came into the bedroom. Her heart stopped beat- ing. Hugh! She was too late. But it wz~ ot Hugh. It was old Nelly, amazed and tousled iad sleepy. . "Nelly!" Beatrice said, 'n an electric whisper, her heart resam- ing its normal peat by painful de- grees. "For Heaven's sake! You ain't ous out now!" Nelly said, stupe- © i "Only--only as far as Mrs. Chal. It would be crazy for you loner's," .| Beatrice said quickly. "And, ty the way, would you call a car, Nelly?" ". "The. front door blew open," the 'mand said. "And I could feel the [draft blowin' through the house. So then I sen the lights in your room, and I thought maybe you weren't home yet. Had ya better go out as'late as this? It's after three," Nelly reminded her. "Oh, yes, please. I must, 'And it Mr, Challoner comes o. gr: trice sald quickly and decidedly, "I'll get into my clothes and take you there. I'd x:ver leave yeu .o at such an hour as this!" Nelly averred after a puzzled silence. "No, indeed, you won't do that!" Beatrice refused her. "I'll call Noon, then; hs won't be asleep by this time!" the old servant persisted stupidly. "Nelly," Beatrice pleaded, fcel- ing that in another minute, she would cry, that Hugh would come Lome, 'that everything would be lost. "You can't understand. Mr. Challoner and I have had a" she discarded the ugly words fight and quarrel; they sounded like living over a grocery--"a very serious disagreement," she said breathlessly and quickly. "I'm going away-- I'm going to his mother. You mustn't stop me." "Where's Mr. Hugh now?" Nelly demanded. "I don't know. Mr, Bert and Mrs. Kavanaugh were mixed into it--he may be with Mrs. Kavan- augh, for all I know," "eatrice said recklessly, frantic to escape. "But wherever he is I don't want to be here when he comes back!" "You'll come back tomorrow?" Nelly asked, considering. "Oh, yes--surely!" "Just give me time to met into my coat and shoes, and I'll take you over to Mrs. Challoner's the maid offered. Beatrice hesitated; an odd look narrowed her eyes for a minute. Nelly's room was on the third floor, at the back of the house. "ell, hurry, then!" ghe sald. ""There's just one thing," Nelly said, turning in the very act of departure, "are you sure you ain't makin' a terrible mistake?" Beatrice could smile, shakily, impatiently. + "Isn't it possible that you don't understand the situation ot all, Nelly?" she asked. "Well, of course I know that," admitted Nelly, hurt, "Isn't it possible that the one thing Mr. Hugh wants is to have me gt out?" Beatrice stubpornly. But here Nelly was stubborn too. "No, ma'am, that isn't possible!" she asserted firmly. 'I've known Hugh Challoner, man and boy, for thirty-four years," Nelly went on, rising easily to her tone of droning narrative. "I was at his first wed- ding, T knew Miss Alice Merritt when she was still in Miss Dayton's. He married her like any boy will marry a pretty, popular gizl-----she was cold as fce, Miss Alice, but she always did everything like it onght to be done, and they were happy, just like other folks are. y "But he never loved her Jie he loves you," Nelly added, wi a keen look, as Beatrice, her lips still bitten, and' her eyes scornful, made no comment. "He never--in all those years--was like he's been in this last year. His mother seen it, and his sisters seen It, that--TIILy,, or no fifty--he was getting ot last what he'd never gotten before in his life! "Why, those violets and prim- roses he bought you, every day of the world, waen you was ick here, last spring," Nelly continued. "Us girls down in the kitchen used to look at each other, and say, 'What- ever's come over him?' He used to fly up them stairs like a boy, and we'd hear the door shut, and then maybe--if I was putting away the linen or something, up there, I'd hear you laugh, and then him laugh, : *d then maybe the piano playing." Beatrice flung up her head and swallowwd. But she did not speak. "The very day you took sick," pursued Nelly, "I come into the library just before dinner, and he was sitting there all alone, and his eyes were brimming with tears. It sort of went to my heart--" She paused, her own eyes filling. Beatrice felt as if teeth were tear- ing at her. "I says to him that we were all sorry," Nelly resumed. "And he says to me--that way he does, you know, sorter smiling--'I'd have been glad to see a little girl of hers running 'around here. Nel:y," he says, 'because Mrs. Challoner would have loved it so much. She's very moth.rly,' he says. 'But the only thing I care about is that she gets well,' he says," Nelly finished, wip ing her eyes. She looked at her mistress, but Beatrice's young face was adamant. "I'll' get my coat; I won't be. three minutes," the maid said hast- ily. . "Hurry. then," Beatrice sald, sitting down. She waited, in a fev- er of impatience, her eyes on. the clock, until Nelly had had time to get well: out of hearing. She had felt vaccilation, irresolution, a few minutes ago, leaving - the bright, warm; orderly: dressing-room, hear- ing the fresh, soft autumn rain pat- tering on the porch outside, But she was' det®rmined now. To stay would be to soften to ieel her- self, yielding. She - would not do that. Quietly, noisely, she. clipped from the 100m, went. swiftly down the broad central stairway, onened the front door, and let herself out. Tle street car was two blocks away. down 'the hill. She started toward it gallantly, carrying her suit. case lightly and easily. But before she reached it a cruising tax! came around ' the corner, and Beatrice hailed it. "There's a New York train from the North Central that makes up here and pulls out about four o'- clock," she said breathless tc the driver. 'Can you make it?" "What time have you now, lady?" "Nineteen minutes to four." "Oh, sure, we'll make it easy." the man assured her, ¢ Beatrice settled back in the smelly cab, which was odorous of wet leather and tobacco smoke and warm rubber. A sudden peace des- cended upon her spirit; she felt confident and exhilarated aid ade- quate, ; She crossed ti.c station with springing step, a tall slender figure in a fur coat, with a beige hat pressed down over red hair. Iter gloved fingers handled change and tickets easily. Car Twenty, Com- partment D. "Thank you." (To be continued) (Copyright, 1928, by Kathlees Norris). i Sharon, Pa., will have a new air fleld. Eggs bring 20 to 23 cents a doz- en in Marietta, Ohio, ACTRESS EXPLAINS SEPARATIONREASON Betty Compson Says Cruze Would Not Go Out Nights Hollywood, Calif, April 12--Betty Compson, screen actress, whose rom- ance and married life with James Cruze, her director-husband, ended in a separation Tuesday, explained their decision was made because "Jim" just would stay at home nights." Even when there were professional parties and premieres that are a vital part of Hollywood's life, -she said, Jim would not leave the Cruze fireside. Cruze, famous for his pioneer pro- duction, "The Covered Wagon," would commit even a greater of e on Sunday, the blonde' actress On that day the hospitality of which all Hollywood is aware, opened: the doors of the Cruze Flintridge estate from early 'morning to late at might. "This was my one day in the week away from film work," Betty said, "and I couldn't rest." 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