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3( l L i it Tok 19â€" "a O it 9 mumm Daintry, an Englishman, is |childish. The black on her hands was | P)0UShing. 1. Sorced by business difficulities mml.'hodmfll uhmmy. irreaponsible young man, whom Myric Mnfllenmdncreuvewmovm who to be married. ‘oeuldhe'udnodoubtabtrdora rat had nested in it; he would see to At the touch on t‘he should have actually have been mo nm Myrie felt that her mother was| it the first moment he could spare from have gone on v All the men on the piace She sat on t forced by business difficulties to take up | as nothing to the determination in her| *CMA to be out ploughing for their for her. Wat Daintry . lapsed into wounded Silence. Trmmph gleamed in her eye when Myrle failled to get burn: in an attempt to fry some chops for lunmch. She eyo:lâ€" Myrle‘s blackened hands. pointedly, and proudly . pushed. away the plate with the charred chop Myrie had fried on t.he ‘livingâ€"room: fire., : «> Mrs, Daintry took refuge in . tears. fihe would not stay; no,.nothing would‘ iduce her!_ And she was wretchedly used in being forced to stay in Christ- - church without Myrle. But Myrile was adamant;‘ and Mrs,.! "Are you mad, Myrle? Last night youl "Provincial!‘"‘ sobbed Mrs. Daintry. said that nothing would induce you to | "Dull." x stay! Am I expectend to stay down in | â€"But she checked her tears. Christchurch by myself? Nothing to|. "Stay here, mother, Myrle urged her. do, nowhere to go, no one to talk to?"|. Mrs. Daintry brightened a little. De-i simply don‘t see how father can|spite her disgust with everything, Shei manage up here alone," Myrle said. .| knew it was better to be with Geraldâ€" "But why should you change your| 244 Myrle in discomfort than alone in mind? < You can‘t stay in this pig stye!", A Strange city. Myrle said she could and would; . _[« "Do you really think I should?" * z. o Wike Third Avenue _.___ _ Empire BJlock "Are you mad, Myrle? Last night you said that nothing would induce you to stay! Am I expectend to stay down in Christchurch by myself? Nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to talk to?" Swiss Watchmaker ‘ | Graduate of the Famous Hordlogival Institute of Switzerland . (Now read On) MRS. DAINTRY RETURNs ' She heard the sudden new chéerfulâ€" ‘ness of her father‘s voice‘as he turned to speak to Tellforth in the doorway, after her mother had passed through, "Wel,â€"it seems there is no needâ€"ahâ€"â€" for me to take advantage: of. your: to put me up; not ‘that I ‘would gfi}é accepted it, grateful though I .sm daug‘iter will be staying "on hert "So she says," said Tellforth (Myrlc was thankful that her mother: was out. of ‘hearing). "However, she‘ll be away until toâ€"morrow, driving Mrs, Daintry to town. If you care. to.comeover for toâ€"night it‘ll be.ng | trouble to my house= keeper. Give me a ring about six, and 1f you‘re feeling like it by then, T can come and pickâ€" you ‘up in .the, car." Mrs. Daintry was frantic Wh’en she heard. Myrle gazed after him coldly, forced toâ€" admit <that. a ‘wellâ€"built man on a horseâ€"looksâ€"wellâ€"â€"â€"at least.a man. "Right sir." And with a Smile and a nod Tellforth turned back to ‘the gatc. He untethered his horse and rode away with a wave of his hand "Thank yon," said Oaptain Daintry. "I shall probably take advantage of that offer. I‘d like. to have, a. talk about theâ€"ahâ€" place here." s * causes Myrie to change her mind. Cor. Spruce St. and Third® Ave. PHONE 324 TIMMINS ® 1 V 4 F # ® 4 + y ) v 1# *.= 3+ s ; se % MASSEY BLOCK â€" TIMMINS, ONT. and South Porcupine Very Reasomble l!dm Quiet Atmosplnrc PROFESSI0ONAL carps ~14â€"26 Myrle felt inexpressibly relieved. Reâ€" Jaxing an instant before she turned ‘the car, she looked across at the mounâ€" ‘tain ranges beyond the wide river bed. ‘Fhe weather had cleared, and patches of crystalline blue reft the lifted clouds. ‘What a wide sky it was! O n the tops of the mountains a gleam of suunshine touched the distant snows. A little thrill ran through Myrle. How ineffâ€" ably gentle that light made the mounâ€" taing looks.. The wild land, so empty as to ba harshly oppressive to the new comer gave her a first hint of its beauty "My father won‘t bother you to put him up for the night, Mr. Teliforth. I‘m still here, anda my mother decided At six o‘clock that evening it was Myrle, grimed from head to foot with the dust of vigorous sweeping who went to the ‘phone and rang Tellforth. *"*Look, mother!‘" she said, "the sun has come out. ‘The country doesn‘t look quite so grim." Mrs. Daintry wiped her eyes and got out her powder compact. daresay it willâ€"but don‘t you see we‘re up against it? Father knows it, and he isn‘t backing out." Mrs. Daintry said faintly at last ‘"Very well!" "You‘ll come back?" "Yes I thinkâ€"I think gour father "Do you really think I should?" _~"Of course I do." **You‘ve changed, Myrle. You used to hate discomfort more than I do. You said it would bore you to extinction living in the cuntry." P.0O. Box 1591 "It‘s too hard. T wish we had never left England." ‘""It would have been harder in Engâ€" land in the end. Those people we saw this morning looked happy enough." "Mother, you know father can‘t afâ€" ford to do this house up. We‘re at the end of things now. He has bought this, place, and it‘s all we have. If we don‘t, try to make something of it, what will. become of us?" sceds me.‘" ‘~6he sobbed so bitterly that Myric stopped the car. She put her hand on her mother‘s knee. â€" "Mother, dearâ€"â€"" ‘ . "It‘s cruel of you, Myrle. I shall be wretched down there by myself!" ~â€"Mrs. Daintry went out to the car with white, set face. felt that Gerald should have insisted that Myrie stay in Christchurch with her. She would hardly say goodâ€"oye to him as she and" Myrle drove away. Capt. Daintry waved forlornly from the gate, but only Myxle waved back. They drove a hundred yards‘ down the track to the road. Mrs. Daintry brokeâ€" gown and burst into tears. After all it would be pretty. hard «i1 Babs alone in a strange town! But Myrle said: ‘"No, father,. We have to put our backs into making the best of this not go back on "er father now. "Perhaps you really had better stay down there witn your mother," Capâ€" tain Daintry said ‘as they carried Mrs. Daintry‘s truunk back to the car. lldish. â€" The black on her hands was nothing to the determination in her heart not to be thought a helpless fool by anyoneâ€"the man Tellforth in parâ€" ticular. Besides, spolled finger naills, CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT 60 THIRD AVENUER Phone 640 0. E. Kristensen Consultation is Free Bank of Commerce Building PHONE 607 CHIROPRACTOR RADTIONICS ANALYSIS Tinmins, Ont. C 3 . .â€"Myrle pulled . . When she khad pullâ€" ed the brushwood down he pulled the brushwood up . ‘ Ten minutes lat.er he stood in the kitchen again. He looked at her; and sooty darkness. "Pull!" shouted "I‘m going on to the roof to push this down the chimney. Will you stand under the flue and catch the rope as it comes down?" . WwHO‘sS THE BRIDEGROOM? He put the ladder against the house and climbed on to the roof.. Myrle hastened inside and stood ready at the fiue. Mrs. Daintry disturbed by thumpâ€" ing up above, rushed in from the bedâ€" room, her ringâ€"velvet negligee floating about her. ‘ "What on earth is happening?" "It‘s only Tellforth cleaning the chimâ€" ney. Better go back to bed if you don‘t want to get dirty!" Mrs. Daintry scurried back to her He got the rope,â€"and carried: the ladâ€" der outside. Three minutes later he was back with a piece of brush wood town from a bush. He tied a length of rope to each end of it, They were too overpoweringâ€"and Myrle looked away, with spdden breathâ€" lessness, " "Well, if you insist on helpingâ€"â€" Have you a ladder anywhere and a rope?‘"‘ He became very businessâ€"like and matterâ€"ofâ€"fact.. "Out there in the shed there‘s a ladâ€" der," Myrle told him. "And a rope too." There was a hint of red under Tellâ€" forth‘s tan too, as he capitulated abâ€" ruptly : It seemed to be a deadlock, with inâ€" vincible animosity on Myrle‘s side. She gazed at him in exasperation, and he met the gaze with mockery, and a hint of speculative curiosity in his eyes. "QOh, not at all. You think I love it, presumably." "It‘s not sense you‘ll needâ€"I‘m Sure you have plenty of it. But you don‘t look as if you‘d care for a bath of soot!" "Why shouldn‘t I help?" "Well, Iâ€" hardly thinkâ€"â€"" He lookâ€" ed at her dubiously. "You hardly think I have any sense at all, do you?" said Myrle hotly. "If you don‘t mind getting covered with sootâ€"<+â€"‘" "IT‘ll show you how we sweep a chimâ€" new in the backâ€"blocks. Is one of the men about?" ‘"No, why?" "It takes twoâ€"but perhaps I can "I‘ll get a chimney sweep," she said hnurriedly. "Oh, will you? Where?" She was caught out, and looked helpâ€" léss. Tellforth said with a laugh. He straightened up, with his fact spattered with particles of soot, and it was Miyrle‘s turn to smile. "If you think your best friend would "What makes the kitchen range smoke?" said Teliforth, annoying her with a smile which seemed to denote some private amusement. "Probably a bird‘s ness," said Myrle "Hasn‘t anyone had a look?" "Oh, they‘re terribly busy sowing Luâ€" cerne." "Shall I sete what I can do?" Without so nmuch as asking he stepâ€" ped through the aoor into the kitchen He opened a fiue in the roof of the stove and levered himself into a posiâ€" tion from which he could see into it. "Well, 1| must say, you‘re pretty tho She had whipped off her sacking apâ€" ron when she heard his step in the verandah; but it was difficult to look instoudant when she knew that her hair was untidy, and her arms were black below her rolled up sleeves. The rope came dangling out of the "The kitchen range smokes so much tnat I have to cook on this fire." It happened to be a windless day, and Myrle was cookingâ€"a mutton stew on the sittingâ€"room fire. The sittingâ€" room reeked of onions, and she had to confess to him with a forced laugh : Then Tellforth himself came one afâ€" ternoon, when Captain Daintry was out, and Mrs. Daintry was resting out of sight in the bedroom. "We‘re settling down comfortably, thanks. I simply can‘t think of a thing we need!" Myrle straigthened her strained back held her battered hands out of sight, and smiled brightly to hide the fatigue. "I‘m young," Myrle told her. "All this is beastly, but I‘m more adaptable than you are!" . Her desire to be equal to it mad: her refuse the offers of help made by the indefatigably kindly Mrs. Kane; who looked in, or sent her son, or h>r husband or Rosemary over with come suggestion or another almost every day. Stoiscally, Captain Daintry rose and went at the first sickly glimmer of inorning when the stars were still bright , in the night overhead. Aching all over Myrie, who had seen the first light often enough after dances and parties, | got up and cooked him a hot breakfast Mrs. Daintry made feéble efforts to | get up before eight, but Myrile comâ€" pelled her to have her breakfast in bed "Probably just wants sweeping," he here too. We think this reaily Tellforth down the At the close of the evening, Mrs. Briggs s»rved a dainty lunch. Those present were Mrs. C. Bates Mrs. A. Atkinson, Mrs. W. Hawse, Mrsi C. Surman, Mrs. A. McCharles, Mrs. C. A top for a quilt was donated to the Women‘s Institute by Mrs. G. Gibson. The completed quilts will be sent to the Salvation Army. Those present were Mrs. W. Hawe, Mrs. B. Drummond, Mrs. W. Crispin, Mrs.â€"C. Briggs, Mrs. Muir, Mrs. A. Jack Mtrs. J. Harndsn, Mrs. H. Read, and Mrs. Holson. Mrs. C. Briggs, of 19 Commercial aveâ€" nue, was hoste:=©= to the Women‘s Inâ€" stitute quilting bee on Thursday afterâ€" moon, March 1l1th, where the ladies gathered and completed one quilt. After a delightful evening was spent, during which one quilt was completed, Mrs. Holson, asiisted by Mrs. Drumâ€" mond served a dainty lunch. On Friday March 5th, Mrs,. Holson, of 6 Knox strect, was hostess to the Women‘s Institute quilting bee which was held at her place. Women‘s Institute Complete Quilts for Salvation Army Mrs. C. Briggs and Mrs. Holson Hostess to Woâ€" men‘s Institute. Quilting Bees. "Yes. Here‘s the announcement." Mrs. Daintry read alqud: "Rosemary Kane, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. R. M‘ Kane, of Greystoke, North Canterbury to George Tellfcrth of Black Hill‘ That‘s where we‘re lunching toâ€"morâ€" row isn‘t it?" Why Myrle was so dumbfounded she hardly knew. But shg sat like a stone, unable to open her lips. "The Kane girl is engaged to be married, remarked Mrs. Daintry. "She‘s engaged to that man Tellforth." "Tellforth!" said Myrle, suddenly wide awake. 4 On Saturday evening Mrs. Daintry was> reading the Christchurch paper which came up every day with the mail. They were sitting by the living room fire, Myrle and her father both yawnâ€" ing and ready for bed though it was hardly eight o‘clock. "Singing even before it‘s light!" said Captain Daintry. "The air here must suit you." Myrle, who was interested to know what "Black Hill" was like, looked forâ€" vard to the visit all the week. She told herself cynically that that was what living in the "backâ€"blocks‘" did to one! thought of even the smallest amusement filled one‘s mind. On Satâ€" urday morning Captain Daintry hmeard her singing as she fried his bacon on the reformed kitchenâ€"range. "Oh, no. I‘ve {farmed in South Africa and in Australia. ‘Black Hill‘" was my people‘s place, and J came back, Why?" "No reason," Myrle smiled. Tellforth took leave. Two hours later he rang ur® to say he had entirely forâ€" gotten what he had called for, which was to ask them to have lunch at "Black Hill" on the following Sunday. She asked, trying not to sound too curious, as he went out of:; the gate. "Have you always lived in New Zeaâ€" landa?" Myrle was astonished, not so much by what he said, but at the glow she felt when he said it. "Ah, weill, it‘a a hard country, but it‘s a good one!" he said, as he turned to go. As hq paused on the veranda to say goodbye, he added: "BRut you‘ve got pluck, anyhow." "Rubbish." She put her hands behind her back, unconscious of her gaminesque appearâ€" ance. The sootâ€"blackenced cheeks and brow made him smile. ° "English women have, you know, a rather different manner from the girls out here," Telforth went on, then seeâ€" ing her face as she looked at her hands, exclaimed: "It‘s a shame!" Myrle was surprised. "They were too lovely to spoil," h2 "Not at all!" Mymie hid the flush in her cheeks by locking regr etfuxly at her blackened, broken nails, and roughened fingers "Youv‘s never done anything like this before, have you?" She admitted : "No, I never have." "I noticed your hands when I mt you on the road the other day," he told her, and added, "I‘m afraid I annoyed you then." She sat on the table while he did if for her. Watching the swing of ‘his muscular arms, the cheerful grimness of his face as he worked, she speculated about himâ€"about what his life had beenâ€"his wife who had died. She forâ€" got all her former animosity, wondering . .. Had he been sad about his wife? "Thank you," she said, with a smile of heartfelt gratitude, when he stood up finally. He said to her suddenily, after she had made a cup of tea with the ketâ€" tle, which was boiling on the kitchen Por answer she s#swilled water round his feet to drive him away. "No!. By heck, you shan‘t" He sounded, for some reason, painfully in carnest, At the touch of his determined hand on t‘e shoulder, Myrie gave way. To have actually fought with him would have been more undlcmged than to have gone on washing the flcoor. (To be ‘Continued) l _ The administration, for instance, had to figure out such things as return of cards from ration book No. 1, which were Ahanded in before you got a new |one; and the green sheets for tea and coffee which were jerkedâ€" out from ‘children's books. FEach and every book, card or sheet has to be accounted for ‘to avoid letting any unscrupolous perâ€" son get their hands on them. Volunteer Workers Dollar Savers Mr. Unwin told of the vast number ‘of volunteer workers necessary to put the job over. Reports coming to his office, analyzed and bird‘sâ€"eyeâ€"viewed {for his benefit, show that Canadians ‘responded and saved the nation milâ€" As you know the No. 2 book was not miailed out, but you folks had to "come and get it". Some of us just hate to put ourselves out and the administraâ€" 1ion realized that. They realized a‘lso that Canadians do not have to be Gesâ€" tapo‘d into anything, and are amendâ€" able to reason. And why shouldn‘t they be, with a war on? If we want to play rummy in the back of Johin Black‘s real estate office, the government doesn‘t move John‘s preimises to your doorstep. So, Mr. Unwin‘s sutfit wasn‘t a bit disâ€" turbed about Canadian consumers‘ reâ€" action to this decision. Distrikution in Complex They had to be sure that every town of 500 people had at least one distributâ€" Ipg tentre; that cities of 100,000 or I1ivf€ ciau ulfices located strategically to accommodate busy people, to avoid botâ€" tleâ€"necks, even going so far as to issue instructions that doors in the place; decided on were conveniently located to avoid congestion We wouldn‘t think of things like that out our way. Do you know J\ was even shown how inâ€" structions were sent out on how the tables were to be arranged to handle people quickly. J Mr. Unwin told of the different sets of conditions which had to be provided for in distribution for urban and rural centers. That was worked out beforeâ€" hand, with léeway given the local disâ€" tributing chief because he knew local conditions better than the fellows in Ottawa or Montreal. The Stcry Behind Ration Books Do you know that the King‘s Printer started delivering ration books to the administration between January 20th and 26th at the rate of a million a day, with the distribution, Dominionâ€"wide set for Feb. 19th to March l1st. You know yourself what was in each bceok. They were in cartons of 1,500 books provision, I was told, for additional each, banded in 50‘s. There had to be sheets in regulative quantity, of course, for underground soft coal miners and diabetics. Just imagine e detail inâ€" volved and still in this set of Montreal offices with its clatter of typewriters and ringing of phones there was raâ€" diating all over Canada, with decision and clarity of purpose but an absencei of any bedlam, a distribution of ration cards so vast as to stultify the imagâ€" ination unless one was on the seone. ! Just imagine the cinfusicnâ€"not to even think of your own feelings, if you had come in from the farm on a blusâ€" tery day and some inefficient, if patrioâ€" tic, volunteer worker got your card all balled up. But all this had been taken care of while you sat out the winter around the potâ€"bellied stove. The Disâ€" tributing Chief appointed by your own Local Ration Board had definite inâ€" structions on every tiny phase of the operation, and so did the other volunâ€" teer workers who are doing, or did, something which is their contribution to the war effort. Just think of it; all these folks working without remuneraâ€" tion. That‘s the home front for you. It means a big saving to the taxpayer too. _ his MontreAl office. Â¥| Just a little backâ€" \>. ground of Mr. Unâ€" win will serve to j why it looks to me that thess wartime jobs are b e in g efficiently handled. It sounds a little Horatio Alger. At 51 Mr. Unwin is viceâ€"presiâ€" dent in charge of finance for the Canaâ€" dian Pacific, and president of their gtowing‘ Airlines. He came out from Kent, England, at sixteen and in 27 vyears reached his present job. He was a railway clerk at Chapleau in 1908. He won the Milisary Cross for bravery in the first Great War, starting out as a buck privats, ending as a Major. He now serves without cost to his country. Tall, unobtrusive, baldish; astronomical _L. B. UNWIN figures, big jobs, he takes in stride. Local Boards in National Setâ€"up You wondered why your Local Ratian Board was set up, with its forâ€"aâ€"time inactivity.. Now you probably know. It was all part of a nationâ€"wide schem to do a tremendous job with the least disturbance and a minimum of cost to the taxpayer. There were wheels reâ€" volving within wheels,, policies to be determined before Mr. Unwin‘s crew got going. Then there had to be direcâ€" tives to those who would do the actual work in cities and towns from Sydney, | N.S. to Victoria, B.C. testutcss Cl s _ TYAMBAAL Tiii VC EU We who think in terms of 50 chickens|to tanks, planes, guns and other inâ€" and four cows can hardly conceive the magnitude of the task in planning and distributing the inillions of Number 2 Ration Books, which you may or may not yet have when you read this: "This ration is something which affects about | 12 million people | g_igwaé mss s-‘ 24 hours in every ;vg’ s __| day," quietiy said L. _ B. Unwin, Canada‘s ip» rationing chief, in his MontreAl office. Â¥ | Just a little backâ€" | i. ground of Mr. Unâ€" . win will serve to h aut .L # a «o0 % struments of war. "The success of the whole scheme will depend,". he said, "upon the resourcefulness and on the hard work which everyone contributes." They rely on that, here in this Monâ€" treal headquarters of consumer raâ€" tioning. As an outsider looking in, I felt they had evolved a system which aimed at simplicity combined with effective conâ€" trol. "I didn‘t think I had to bother these people with auestions on the why and wherefore of rationing. The necessity i8 plain logic and doesn‘t take any unâ€" | aue reasoning. ... oo wRTTEN "tCl‘LLV-’Ofl THE wEEKXKLy NM’API.‘ OF CAaNADA by sim ertemarat, Editer or tas sun t the s #D C se se s o 1 8W :P 1t RATIONING CUVRA En t ATENn tw an Other Good Stories of the War from a Canadian American In previous and following articles the picture of Canada‘s wartime personal and collective economy is painted just as factually as I can make it from on the spot. If you or I want to criticize methods, that‘s a democratic privilege. So hop to it if you feel the urge. ‘But at least you are getting a little of the background, I hope (This is the Fourth of a Series of Artices by Mr. Greenblat). lions of dollars whirh can be converted to tanks, planes, guns and other inâ€" struments of war. "The success of the whole scheme will depend,". he said, "upon the resourcefulness and on the hard work which everyone contributes." They rely on that, here in this Monâ€" 4th A call by labor upon industry produce at full capaclty iqr the v effort. ious Unions; the agreemnt:., ist. A pe bdgbyuelroal Sofmetaonnn 1:t. A pledge by labor that m strikca. slowâ€"downs, lockâ€"outs or work stoppage of any nature in Texas for abhe war‘s duration. 3nd. A promise by Gov. ev!hson that the executive branch of the te Gov. ernment wil not interfere indusâ€" try or labor in any mannér@%hat will impede maximum war produckion. 3rd. An understanding pemmtung the Governor to use any and all powers at his command to stop or prevent unâ€" authorized strikes, slowâ€"downs, lockâ€" outs or work sitoppages. The pact promises a tlme of ndusta'lal and labor peace. §3 x and "freedom of the air‘" can, and only Will mean mcmememtmtmeetafin approval of all concerned. The first agreement bemnn uw State government and the Unions was conswummated in the State Capitol at Stevenson and the officials of the varâ€" Much talk slants around regarding "Postâ€"war commercial avaition" and a phrase has been developed "freedom of the air". It is esseptial to bear in mind that reciprocal pacts with Great Britâ€" minutes of hillbilly gathâ€" ered and the street cup was filled to overflowing «prink. of currency. 4 Any Canadian Veteran of the ist war‘ or in the present happens in San Antonio should attend if possibie the weekly luncheons of the World War Veterans in the Cascace 1 of the 8t. Anthony hotel held every ‘Tuesidy gram, and you are assured of good felâ€"