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* * *sSS * * * * * * * * *4 *% * * *% *4 â€""‘The weather has been gettingy a little warmer, but is still cold, espeâ€" clally at night, but I have lots of blankets and a hot water bottle is alâ€" ways availlable. Some army, eh? We evyen wear pyjamas when at our base. Can you beat tnat? I will be up to seeâ€"you on my return (if T get back). Old friends are scarce . . . I never felt better in my life. . . . Was to a miliâ€" tary funeral yesterday. One of our chaps was killed last week in the Lonâ€" don Blitz and I was very fond onf this one fellow. But such is war!l . . . How i Frank Furlong. Remember me to him, will you? . . ..I guess it will} be a while before it is over yet, but it has In a letter to Mr. D. Kerr. Schuâ€" macher, Mr. Stan Macphesrson, who formerly conduc‘ed a drug store in Bchumacher, asks to be rememvered to all his old friends in the Porcupine rea, He is now a Sergt. Dispenser in the RCAMC. Extracts from his letter state that he had figured on taking a trip up north before leaving for overseas, but this was impossible. Mr. Macpherson says that there is enough to eat in the army overseas but that cigarettes are scarce. The letâ€" ter,; in part, is as follows:~â€"~â€" Former Schumacher Drugâ€" gist Writes from Someâ€" where in England. Stan Macpherson Again Serving in the Army Overseas THURSDAY, MAY 2907TH Do not take the risk of putting your car or truck in use without insurance protection. Best rates available and prompt claims ‘service. NATIONAILI ~â€"HOUSING ACT LOANS Automobile Truck Owners 104 21 Pine North Timmins : .\\\\\\\\\\\\S\,\SS.\\SSM\%\%\\\\\\\\\\\\\‘ District Officesâ€"Bank of Commerce Bldg., Timmins 1941 Insurance Company Head Office â€"Londaon, Canad a Bornâ€"on May 13th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Jos. Vincent Bonhomme (nee Simâ€" . . Well, Dave, there isn‘t much one can write about. I was pleased to hear from you . . . Remember me to my old friends . . . You will hear from me when I‘m on leave." Bornâ€"on May 8th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Bernard (nee Marieâ€"Pryuil Lacasse) of 222 Birch street south, at St., Mary‘s Hospitalâ€"a daughter. got to be finished this time . . . We certainly have a number of troops in England. I often wonder why he has not been here; he has been every other place. But I guess there is lots of time yet . .. The war has taken its toll on Northern Ontario . .. I heard the other day that J. R. Todd was dead . . . You might put in The Advance that Stan Macpherson, oldâ€"time drugâ€" gist of Porcupine is back at the old game again. Didn‘t get enough in the last war . . . Hope you are well, as it leaves me fine, except always thirsty and hungry. I am thinking of you this afternoon and our good times in the Porcupine. Those were good days Ten Births Registered in the Past Four Days Bornâ€"on May 20th, 1841, to Mr. and Mrs. Alcide Brunet, of 72 Patricia Boulevard, at St. Mary‘s Hospitalâ€"a daughter. Bornâ€"on May 20th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Hershel Frederick Jones, of 22 Way avenue, at St. Mary‘s Hospitalâ€" a son. In last Monday‘s issue for the first time this year The Advance was able to announce more than twenty births registered here in a week. For the most part this year the births have been averaging about ten a week, or less than half over the average for this year but still below last yes‘s average, there being ten births reâ€" gistered in four days:â€" Bornâ€"on May 15th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Eino Aaltonen, of 25 Lakeshore Road, at St. Mary‘s Hospitalâ€"daughâ€" ter. § Mary‘s Hospitalâ€"a son Bornâ€"on May 8th, 1841, to Mr. and Mrs. Bernard Lalande (nee Marthe Martin) of 21 Fifth avenue at St. Striking evidence of the love of independence and freedom existing in Englishâ€"speaking deâ€" mocracies is found in the fact that threeâ€"quarters of all the life insurance in the world is owned in the British Empire and the United States. Canadians already this year have purchased the record amount of fortyâ€"two million dollars of new life insurance from this Company. They now hold London Life policies amounting to $725,000,000 (net). € STA B LISH t 8 74 Even soime of our enemies realize that individual security is to be found only in an _ Englishâ€"speaking democracy. The step from civilian life to army life, once taken, opens new horizons. The recruit is in a new world, a world of action and adventure; he senses it from the minute he steps out in that smart new uniform, swinging down the street with purpose in his stride Men are now wanted to man the guns, tanks, armoured vehicles and all the impiements of modern warfare that the Canadian factories are proâ€" ducing in everâ€"increasing volumes. This war is different from the last one. In the last war the Hun was licked when men were recruited here to train in England and fight in FPance. This time the recruit is trained in Canada and then goes overseas to join the stalwarts holding battle positions on the shores of Old England or wherâ€" ever the call demands. The Canadian Active Army requires men for Artillery, Engineers, Signals, Armoured * ~ Cars, ~~Tanks,~ ~ Infantry, Transport and Supply, Medical, Ordnâ€" ance and other branches of the Serâ€" vice.. The Army is prepared to teach many trades and to train the recruit to handle efficiently Canada‘s many weapons of war. Canada is calling for recruits to swing into line with thousands of ot.ch stalwart Canadians now ready and eager to hurl back the hordes of hate. It is a matter of fighting for personal freedom or becoming a part of a subject race of regimented slaves. Bormnmâ€"on May lith, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs Reave (nee‘ Flurrette Blanchet) of 104 Maple street north, at St. Mary‘s Hospitalâ€"a daughter. Bornâ€"on May 16th, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Romeo Deselits, of 314 Spruce street south, at St. Mary‘s Hospitalâ€" a son. Canada Needs Many Recruits for Parts of the Active Army monne Larose) of 55 Elm street north,! and the knowledge of duty being done at St. Mary‘s Hospitalâ€"a son. in his heart Bornâ€"on April 27h, 1941, to Mr. and Mrs. Edmund Gamelin of 166 Cedar street northâ€"a daughter. Need Men to Use the Guns, Tanks and Equipment That is Being Turned Out in Canada. Circulars were distributed this week and posters were hung up in many prominent places asking men to join the Canadian Active Army and exâ€" plaining just how it could be done. These circulars were distributed in an effort to get more action into the reâ€" cruiting campaign that was started when the Department of National Deâ€" fence issued an appeal a couple of weeks ago asking for 32,000 recruits immediatelv. Bornâ€"on May 8th, 1941, to Mr. ana Mrs. Jack Fritz, of 206 Maple street southâ€"a son. W THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TTMMINS3, ONTARIO The streak of ambition that brings a man along in civilian life finds ample outlet in the Army. Promotion is open to all men who qualify for adâ€" vancement, through the various nonâ€" commissioned and warrant ranks to commissioned rank in all grades. The Army consists of the Fighting Troops and the Services that support them. The Fighting Troops are made up of the Armoured Corps, Tanks, Artillery, Engineers, Signals, Infantry Rifle and Machine Gun Units The Armoured Corps, Tanks, Machine Gun Units and the Infantry deliver the blows to the enemy supported by the fireâ€"power of the Artillery. The Enâ€" gineers are responsible for field and construction work in the battle and rear areas and the Signals provide for every sort of interâ€"communication beâ€" tween and throughout these areas. The Services are the Army Service Corps, Ordnance, Medical and Dental Corps, providing for all the needs of the Fighting Troops, including food, mediâ€" cal care and transportation. Many a man has a liking for a trade but has lacked the opportunity for learning it in civilian life. The Army gives him the chance to learn the trade he wants to know. Suitable reâ€" cruits are selected after basic trainâ€" ing and sent for trade training to vocational or technical schools and in many cases on to the Army Trade school. _ The recruit then completes his training at the Advanced Training Centre for his Arm or Service, The trades that are taught in the Army are, in the majority, the ordinary trades of civil life. Mastering one of these trades as an Army Tradesman, will give the recruit an excellent foundation on return to civilian life to pave the way to a goodâ€"paying JjOob. The physical requirements are not hard. The minimum height is five fseet and the minimum weight is 120 pounds. The minimum chest measurement at exhalation is thirtyâ€"two inches. The recruit must be between the ages of 19 and 45. The medical examination deâ€" termines what category the recruit is in,. Recruits® in ‘Category. "A" can serve in any area or theatre of war. Category "B" earmarks them for serâ€" vice in the lines of communication or with the base or garrison units. Category "B" is also open for skilled tradesmen. Any person desiring to join the Canâ€" adian Active Army should see the nearest recruiting officer as soon as possible and talk it over with him. The Recruiting Officer is always glad to pass along any information that he can and is eager to place any person on the Army where he is most needed and will be of the most help. When a reâ€" cruiting officer finds out what trades or what sort of work a person is acâ€" customed to doing he can find a place where the recruit will fit in. In the case of any person in Timâ€" mins the nearest recruiting depot is at the Algonquin Regiment Armouries in the Timmins Curling Rink, locatâ€" ed on the Hollinger Park. Lt. G. G. Countryman, in charge of the local recruiting depot, will be only too glad to help any prospective recruit. A reâ€" cruit can be medically boarded here and then sent on to Toronto where he will be dispatched to the unit that he wants._tojoin. An elderly woman was taken to see a football match in which her son was playing. After watching for a few minutes she inquired: "What is the object of the game?" "Why," said her guide, "the object is to put the ball in that net." "It would be much simpler if they didn‘t get in one another‘s way," reâ€" plied the woman.â€"Exchange. CGillett‘s Lye makes light work of dozens of hard cleaning tasks . . saves you hours of drudgery. Keep a tin always on hand! ustt use Gillett‘s Pure Flake J Lye regularly . . . and you‘ll keep sink drains clean and runâ€" ning freely. It will not harm enamel or plumbing. Banishes unpleasant odors as it cleans. Right Through *Never dissolve Iye in hot water. Tke action of the Iye it self heats the wate . FREE BOOKLET â€" The Gillett‘s Lyve Booklet telis how this powerful cleanser clears clogged drains . . . keeps outâ€" houses clean and odorless by destroving the contents of the closet . . . how it performs dozens of tasks, Send for free copy to Standard Brands Ltd., Fraser Ave. and Liberty Street, Toronto, Ont. CLOGGING DIRT CUTS MIGHT BE JOYCE and DIANAâ€"Mrs. Garforth‘s two spoiled daughters. MARK â€" SALT â€"Former airman â€" tough, reckless, handsome, and minus one arm owing to the air crash which put him out of aviation. He is now conducting tourists on cruises. MRS. WERTHEI M â€"Rich Cosmoâ€" politan. Owner of a famous necklace of pearls. MRS. GARFORTH â€" A successful novelist who keeps Bridget busy proâ€" ducing stories in quick succession. Principal ChaTacters BRIDGET BROWNâ€"Shy and quiet secretary to her wealthy aunt. She must have rested for almost half an hour before she began to be aware of the sun on her back, warming her through her soaked clothing, and it brought her back to herself, and the realization of life still to be lived. Sunshine â€" warmth. Here it was quiet, calm, silent; no more noisy, batâ€" tering sea. MADAME DUPREâ€"Elderly Frenchâ€" woman of great wealth and charm; takes a sympathetic interest in Bridget. Bridget found herself in icy, swirling darkness, and shot up like a cork with the force of her lifebelt. A few yards to her right the lifeboat floated upside down in a litier of wreckage. Salt was there clinging to it with his one hand. She had swept down to it, grabbed it, and they and the boat were lifted by aA wave and flung on into the tide runâ€" ning into the inlet. "Hang on!" she heard Salt shout. She hung on. The boat swept on into the inlet, it sailed round a bend; there were cliffs on either side, and snow glimmering high up against the sky. No chance of landing showed on either side, the current hurried them along so fast; jagged heads of rocks broke the water; billows from the sea fled in spent waves of water before the rapidlyâ€"drifting boat. His eyes were closed. He never moved. At the end of her endurance, she sank down on the stones beside him, and lay there nerveless, hopeless, mindless. She sat up. Salt‘s eves were half open now. She put her hand on him, and he stirred slightly and groaned. She got up stiffly, and walked toâ€" wards the broken cliff behind; where the beach ran back into a kind of gully there were treeeâ€"wood. LOookâ€" ing along the shore, she saw drift wood too. Water+running out of the gully gurgled among the stones; she scramâ€" bled to it, and tasted it. Fresh water. "‘Tierra del Fuegoâ€"Land of Fires." She remembered Salt saying that, turies ago it seemed, before the Melâ€" ville sank. She would lisgsht a fire and Scrambling for wood at the foot of the cliff, a sweet smell struck her nosâ€" trils, and she saw before her a small tree coyered with waxen, white blosâ€" soms. She stood and stared, like someone seeing a miracle. And then beyond the tree she saw a shallow cay*, a hollow face of the cliff, about three feet deep, and ten feet long. The sun streamed into it, and it looked as dry as a bone. She went down on her knees, and made certain that Salt was breathing, took off his lifebelt, and chafed his hands. ‘"‘Tierra del Fuego She remembered Salt turies ago it seemed ville sank. She woul get him dryv. And her heart gave ifts first little leap of returning energy as she reâ€" membered that a week before she had seen Salt wrapping a box of matches in a of oilskin to keep them dry, in cags any need arose for them . . . *She stumbled back to him, searched his pockets, and found the little packet in his coat. The matches were soaked *She stumbled bac his pockets, and fou in his coat. The m despite the oilskin. She found a place and laid them out t PUBLISHMED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT the dry. She piled her wood in front of it, then took off her tweed coat and carâ€" digan, and hung them on a bush in front of the cave to dry in the sun. Salt had rolled over since she had left him, and now lay on his side. He groaned when she lifted his shoulders, and began to drag him up the beach towards the cave. Resting every few yards to get her breath, she got him there at last, and laid him down on the warm rock in the sun. She took off some of his wet clothes and chafed his body. But then the sun began to fade, and she remembered the matches, put her damp coat over him, and stumbled hastily away. the shore With dried sticks and the moss, she built up a roaring fire before the cave before night fell She spread his clothes to dry over the edge of the cave, in the heat of the fire, and then sat there in the glow. Her aching body expanded to the warmth. Salt coughed and groaned. A little voice of agony kept saying in the midst of her overwhelming sleepiness: "Don‘t die! Please don‘t die!" She would be so intolerably lonely. She awakened in the chill light of an early dawn, cold to the bone and in a torment of hunger. The fire had died down, and Salt lay so still with the pale dawn light on his face. Food was the first consideration, and after replenishing the fire without disturbing Salt, Bridget made her way down the beach. "We‘re alone here?" "Yes," she said.. ‘‘*Alonce.‘" The word echoed in her mind as she scraped for mussels in the ashes, reâ€" pressed her repulsion and ate them, after he had refused to eat. The fire leapt up warming her, and the majesâ€" tic snows glowed with the promise of a beautiful day. New strength and life crept through her, and with it a sudden recollection of other things than the primitive necessity of scrapâ€" ing an existence. "Is this your jersey I‘m wearing?" he asked. "It‘s very small for you, but yours was wet." He turned his head. "But what have you got?" "I have my cardigan. Your sweater is dry now. You‘d better put it on. That must be very tight and uncomâ€" fortable." On the right the cliff came down and ended in a tumble of rocks against which she and Salt had been washed on the previous day. She climbed out on the rocks towards the deep water â€"and it was then that she saw the mussels in a shallow pool. Hundreds and hundreds of closely clinging musâ€" sels, their shells gleaming blackish blue. They were saved, and sooner or later they would find their way to civilizaâ€" tion. She saw him gazing at her, his eyes alive in spite of his physical weakness, and coloured, because she suddenly wondered what she looked like. She could feel her hair standing out, all "You were thrown against a rock, and I managed to drag you here. We have food tooâ€"there are thousands of mussels. I have just found them." The food had made a great differâ€" ence to her. She took his sweater to him, and would have helped to put it on: but he took it from her, seemed to hesitate, and said: ‘"No, not yet. T‘ll change it later. Could you get me some water?" She went for the water, and when she came back he had changed into the other jersey. She realized then, that hbhe hadn‘t wanted her to see his maimed arm. "Doesn‘t he know I must have seen it yvesterday?" she thought painfully. He was just something human which had to be helped, nursed back to strength. She made a pile of dry moss and propped him up on it, and built up the fire until the sun should creep round and warm the cave. In an instant she was pulling at those nearest her; they clung so hard that she had to smash them away with a piece of rock, and there was no openâ€" ing them. CHAPTER XXVIH BACK TO LIFE "Did I get knocked or something?" Salt‘s voice, weak and puzzled drew her attention. He lay back weakly and closed his eyves. She took of her cardigan, spread it out and threw a dozen or so into it, then gathered them up, and scrambled back up the beach to the fire. She flung them down in the hot ashes on the edge, and waited for them to open. She went away and collected more mussels, and put them in the ashes to open. BShe persuaded him to eat a little, and then she sat down and proâ€" ceeded to sharpen the end of a clip which had remained in her hair. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I‘m making a fish hook to try to catch some fish," she replied smiling. Sso intent was she that she did not notice Salt sitting up, watching her. Then she weakly hurried back to matted on her head. She stole away a moment or two later, and washed her face in the stream and dried it on a garment she had taken off to dryâ€"on the previous day. She rinsed the salt out of her hair and combed it through with her fingers, and let it dry in the wind. The permanent wave made it fluff into a cloud. She sang a song as she collected wood, and made the fire, and talked to him chesrfully about how they might make their way down the inlet and rejoin the others, or perhaps find settlers or Indians nearby. A smile came over his face when she resumed the business of sharpening her hair clip. As she talked she was conscious that his oves were on her. Ssoon the sun flooded in, and he dropped into a doze; aching weariness overwhelmed her too, and she lay down also and slept. When she wakened it was noon, and he had gone. Later, when she overtook him along the shore, he said: "We must climb that cliff behind At sunset a bitter wind got up, and rain storms hid the mountain tops in hurrying veils of grey. The fire had to be lighted on the floor of the cave itself to prev'ent it from bheing damped out, and they sat witbh their backs against the wall all night, rain dripâ€" ping down two feet â€"from their faces. But the realities of the situation beâ€" tween them could not be kept out of their minds for ever; next day when the sky had cleared, personal recollecâ€" tions were disturbingly vivid in Bridgâ€" et‘s mind. for their midday meal, and they made a hearty meal of them. He set about devising shoes for them out of pieces of| tough bark, bound on to their feet with strips of rag. Afterwards they made their way up through the woods, dense and dark, and rotting, dripping with damp. He showed her big circular fungus growing on the branches of the galeâ€"twisted trees. y Both were occupied then with the one thoughtâ€"how to get out. They talked without restraint! of their chances, "We mustn‘t be in too much hurry," Salt said. "We‘ve got to rest here and get fit and equip ourselves. It may take us weeks possibly to get to any settlement." an{ "Why do you w asked the plumbe the man who w house, "when my summer, she‘s month."â€"Exchan "The Indians eat those. It‘s useful that I had to read the literature of this part of the world in order to impart it to you people on the ship!" They climbed, stopping now and again to rest, until all about them were the snowâ€"covered peaks, with the inâ€" let far below winding away to the open sea. To judge by his preoccupied expresâ€" sion, she,knew that he too was reâ€" membering and thinking, as they sat by the fire, waiting while some of the fungi he had brought down from the woods, was baked in the ashes. imes, L 11s last ZEdward sentencred One Ye climbed, stopping now and o rest, until all about them were peaks, with the inâ€" below winding away to the open med her too, and she lay down slept. When she wakened it , and he had gone. when she overtook him along he who collected the mussels midday meal, and they made meal of them. about devising shoes for e, walting while some of had brought down from s baked in the ashes. (To Be re occupied then with the hLtâ€"how to get out. lked without. restraint! of int such a big sink?" r. "Well," explained as building a new wife leaves in the nmerally gone for a a moment or two I her face in: the it on a garment she dryâ€"on the previous the salt out of her it through with her in Doghouse COPYI * IGHT face when she of sharpening talked she was ; were on her. nt for one man â€" three ane, spends his owner, N.Y. hotelâ€"