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Sophie and Julian Orâ€" y car for Bagdad. At : ‘plane calls, they learn hrie started from Croyâ€" mly by ph ridmired hi ire is. But he needs vs that his halfâ€"sister aas recently come into ir father‘s fortune, ine, proposed that she n. Lynne, hungry for s to go. Julian stirs uthri Ormor hey lef rie wires to Orâ€" ome for consultaâ€" search, be r held out him , the cable His mess? leath of ng in old cups re r Alexande ply interest Ainanced th No â€" quarreli. and decides h. scholarly, nterested in LWE OI a small p Guthrie, 12 in Iran quest an stIrs woeful treated gh she iph and Shaley n ho Aunt arought Persian know ithrie ‘and five; and reat n TC which s denly, t quite uw leading tent, and ve folds cf the mouth and the aonly Fegiing Ail Lynne crept in der the shelte the camels; t minutes, waitit ged in her arm In a mometr tcwards her, Twelve hours, perhaps, out here with Guthrie sheltering from a sand storm; twelve more hours keeping up this deâ€" ception which was already beginning to prick her conszcienze badly! It would be giving Ormond and Haffi plenty of time to do their work at Praemnon. But for all her courageous spirit, she felt a litâ€" tle chill of fear. ‘She was frightened by the loneliness, the tremendous pace of the gale which had so suddenly sprung up. Great shapes and veils of windâ€" born sand were hurrying as high as hills azcross the west, so that the sun already shone as a dim red disc. "Extraordinary sight, isn‘t it? Guthâ€" rie cried to her. And then, none too soon, they reachâ€" ed the patch of scrub. A few scatâ€" tered thorn bushes not more than five feet high. The sand was whirling all about them blindingly by the time they were off their camels. Guthrie forced the camels to their knees behind one of the thickest and highest of the bushes; Lynne helped him, her face and netk whipped by the sand, which pricked even through the cotton of her this! bush shirt. The sky began Guthrie turned away with a large grey army arm, which he had take on his camel‘s back. ket C throruw pit | machine, and may already have reached | Bagdad. P ‘"Do they last long?" Lynne Cc they rode on through the rising "Anything up to twelve hours,‘ rie replied, and her heart sank reply. She looked at him incredulously, but his face wore a grim smile which conâ€" vinced her that he was not JjJoking. "We‘ll make for that patch of scrub cver there," he said, pointing to some low, oliveâ€"grey bushes #head, and they urged their camels onward. "We‘re in for a sand storm!" he said And as though to support his stateâ€" ment, a gust of sand in the wind prickâ€" ed their fases as they stared northward: "Not a chance!" said Guthrie. "What we have to do is to do all we can to survive it!" She looked at him incredulously, but he only sound was the howl of the gale ind the thin singing of the fiying sand ; ut soon, as she lay still and the minâ€" ites passed,. she became aware of the cund of Guthries breathing, and began o think about the cddity of the situaâ€" Lynne has dinner in her room. IN A sSAND sTORM They rode on steadily, in silence. They were nearly twoâ€"thirds of the way toeward the higher sandhills in the south when Guthrie realized the meaning of that dull brownish haze in the northâ€" ern distance. "We‘re in for a sand storm!" he said. And as though to support his stateâ€" via Tre learn | found hran, dinner. The Ormonds have a relative at Tehran. Cousin Sylvia, wife of a Conâ€" sular officer, with whom Aunt Sophie is to stay. Julian pushes on to the desert, but Aunt Sophie and Lynne go to Sylâ€" ALMOST LOST Bhould they talk, or make conversaâ€" owards a m 6 "Wha He ge in t‘s unfortunate you haven‘t a blanâ€" on your brute!" he shouted at her, ugh the wind. "Lie down under ! As far under the shelter of that i as you can get!" Vhat will you do?" cried Lynne. > gesticulated; finally came er and shouted : har An “’ nt‘s house in Tehran. Here they hat Sylvia Trent‘s husband has Philip Guthrie staying in Teâ€" and his bringing him home to Aunt Sophie goes to bed and has dinner in her room. er arms. moment â€" or her, crou fiving dus| the oncoming haze. we go on through it? all too helplessly obedient, ot in as far as she could unâ€" rielter of the bush alongside ment or two Guthrie came er, crouching, through the ing dust; but the sand was hickly now the necessity to ion from it at any cost was both of them were saved he blanket. Lynne her ears were 1 a Ww a V Th igth 6x râ€"of the lere she AarkK he sat for a few h the blanket hugâ€" â€"~them We iny hesit segan unstrapâ€" he back of his Lynne cried a his improvised the smothering nne‘s eyes, her re full of grit; owl of the gale hesitation. In ng faze downâ€" h the blanket and pulled wel! wind. ‘ Guthâ€" at the Vhnne Scarified by the justice of this reâ€" mark, Lynne realized how impossible it was to go on sheltering under hisblanâ€" ket. She rolled over sideways into the open,. and getting to her feet, made her way through the gritty haze towards the camels. The wind buffeted her, and the sand stung her face and neck, but the sky was clearing; here and there she could see the horizon through the stifiâ€" ing haze, and she saw with a vast feeling of relief that the storm was not After a mement or two he said calmly enough: "Well, here‘s the water. Will you drink first?" Lynne was deeply mortified; she wishâ€" ed above all things that the part sh: had played had not been so underhand. "I‘m not thirsty," she said, and her lips were dry as she spoke. "A moment ago you said you were frightfully thirsty. Or was that in the hope that I‘d get suffoâ€"ated by sand on my way to get the water?" came Guthâ€" rie‘s voice in the dark. "YOU FOOLED ME!" "I don‘t understand your game in the leastâ€"yours and Ormond‘s," he said bitterly. <~He felt like getting up and taking his camel and riding away. But in the storm it was useless to think of She heard Guthrie crawl out from beside her, and it seemed an age before he came back. When at last he lifted the blanket to crawl under it, she saw that the razing veils of sand had thinâ€" ned considerably. The ‘blanket dropped again shutting them into a little world of darkness And then the throuble began. "Where is your water flask?" Guthâ€" rie‘s voice inquired casually in the dark. "There was one in the flap on the camel‘s saddle." Her mouth, her ears her eyes were all too full of sand for her to give much time to thought. Lynne replied without thinking. "Well," said Guthrie, his voice close to her ear. "I‘ve got itâ€"and it‘s full. Why did you tell that you had no water?" > It must have been over an hour later when Lynmne was awakened by the muffled voice of her companion asking: "Would you like a drink?" "It doesn‘t matter." "But are you thirsty?" "Yes, dreadfully.‘ Lynne‘s threat was intolerably parchâ€" ed and her lips were dry. It seemed to her as she listened that the sound of the wind was less now, though the blanket lay heavy with the weight of sand on her bodyv. Lynne was dumbfounded. She had forgotten about the wateor. "Didn‘t you know that the<water was there?" asked Guthrie. She was silent. "This whole business about you being lost was a trick, wasn‘t it?" Lynne bit her lip and would not reply. She was ashamed, but Guthrie fancied that she was laughing at him. "Look out! Try and catch it again â€"That‘s the way!" said Guthrie, and Lynne managed to catch the end of the blanket down again with her feet. "Sorryâ€"I was afraid it would go alâ€" together!" Guthrie apologized hastily, as he drew back; and Lynne, for a moâ€" ment or two was as conscious of the pressure of his arm azross her shoulder as though it still remained there. "It was silly of me to let it goâ€"but I didn‘t know it was working loose," said Lynne, trying to wipe the sand out of her mouth with the free hand that was not holding the blanket down. "It‘ll be so heavy with sand in anâ€" éther hour or so that we won‘t have to hold it down," Guthrie said. Her hair as he had leaned over her, had been faintly perfumed as it brushed his face. Gradually the heat, the grit, and the discomfort overcame them both so that they forgot one another, but lay in an anxious silence, wondering when the ordeal might end. P eT "Will this go on for very long, do you think?" Lynne asked. "I hope not," said Guthrie. They wer silent then for what seemâ€" ed an eternity. The hot blast whistled and howled, the blanket flapped as the air got under it. It got loose at Lynne‘s feet, and would have blown off on Guthrie‘s side also, if he had not reachâ€" ed over and held it down by her shouldâ€" he was, thoughts of this young woman kept chasing one another through his mind. tion or what, in their stifling darkness? "It‘s getting very warm," Lynne reâ€" marked at last, in a muffled voice. "Devilishly," said Guthrie, and she could tell from hMis voice that his face was turned towards her as he lay. He too, was intensely aware of the girl‘s nearness, and as he pillowed his head in his folded arms, the situation appeared odd encugh to him to make him smile. Hot and uncocmfortable as She ventured to peep out after a moment or two when she got her eyes clear of sand, and she saw him sitting huddled with his back to the wind a few feet away from her. "Noâ€"only a damn fool collector of ancient rubbishâ€"and much, much too chivalrous. I don‘t believe in chivalry â€"look here, will you drink that water?" The last demand was made with such explesive exasperation that Lynne took the ‘bottle to save further trouwble, and drank a long, grateful draught. "Now lie down under a blanket," said Guthrie, as she handed the bottle back to him, her head bowed, and her eyes halfâ€"blinded by the sand. He stood up and held out the blanket. Lynne, blinking through grit, could see very little; she rose, intending to proâ€" test, and Guthrie, without further ado grasped her by the elbows and pushed her down on to the ground: Her protests were drowned as the blanket descended on her, she lay in muffied darkness, alone this time and very Of the absurdity of the situation. Evidently, in spite of hij usually even manner, one must not anâ€" noy him too much. £ in moment or two, as s on her knees in the shelte protecting her face from th with her arms. Guthrte c side. He cast a doubtful crouching down to escape sand over the top of the bus was white with dust: sand eyelashes. Seething with w out the water flash and sa "LDarn it all!l Here we middle of a sandstorm in t a desert. You‘re engaged | of conspiracy against me. me pret‘ly thoroughly doy €tone Cr anyone w Lynne **You‘re the river be glad I don‘t you in a ni going feared But the wind was dving, and T immins would ‘ laugt re not nice EWO * Advises K. G. Rottluff Matsqui, B, C., of his 1937 sedan: "Checking the gas consumption at fou thousand miles, 1 have averaged twentyâ€"five miles to the gallon right through. Better than 10d expected!" "My gas mileage on a recent trip on YÂ¥ancouver Island, on which 1 covered approximately nine hundred miles, was greater than twentyâ€"five miles a gallon. This covered all driving conâ€" ditions â€" starting, stopping and city driving,." writes ( P. Ritchie, Vancouver, B. C * J. L. 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You‘ll find the Ford Vâ€"8 has everything you want in performance, safety, comfort and economy! will convince you that it‘s your car That‘s just another reason why this year‘s Ford Vâ€"8 is the quality car in the lowâ€"price field. A demonstration C hX § Ford Universal RKhythm programme, 9 p.m., E,.0.8.T . Columbia Broadcasting System, every Sunday. torm something in twenty minutes that he hadn‘t been able to do in twenty years â€"kiss the superintendent. Thus encourâ€" aged, Mr. Bull presented a copy of his book about doctors to each of the nurses (getting a kiss in return). Not Fergus Newsâ€"Record:â€"W. Perkins Bull, noted as historian of Peel County (among cther things) was the speaker at the nurses‘ graduation at the Midâ€" land hospital. He was so taken with the beauty of the class that he wished he could bestow a "paternal kiss" on each one of them, but he compromised by kissing the superintendent. A local docoâ€" tor remarked that Mr. Bull had done to be outdone, Hon. William Finlayson presented a gift to one of the nursesâ€" and kissed her. Now we can understand why some Fergus men made such a fuss about the abolition of the trainâ€" ing school for nurses in the Fergus hespital. them to accept the hospitality of his roof for the night. "What do you say?" Guthrie asked Lynne. "Shall we go in?" "Very well," Lynne replied, after a moment‘s hesitation. To be Continued) Phone 54