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,._40, Btjtlal} youtn. ill . vyents. She started with . dlsma?wa ov?w,xh had ‘Langdon Langdon _placed ~ Giles ~Morétgnmad â€" that arrogant and sullen attitude she had noticed :portrayed:on‘thé faces of She had heard that he had been Spitfire pilot, shot down in the Battle of Britain, and subsequently ‘invalided out of the R.A.F. Other women‘s gossip had it that his nerves were shattered by the experience, and that was the reason for his return to civilian life. : aiscounted the tale. ~Malice ‘There she stopped. Herâ€" thoughts flew, frighteningly, along â€"another ness, that he talked rarely to his fellow face. workers, including herself, yet freely, Afterwards she calcuulated that the with the Czechs and Austriana who speed of that flying cigarette must Moreton was employed by the -Lo-i brought her up short. Carol found herâ€" wood ‘Tractor‘s Corporation as an inâ€"‘ self growing Mot and confused; yviolentâ€" spector of final grinding in the tank: ‘ly angry, with herself, too., . Of . au t.he gears‘ department. She worked alqng- r. dacwug nsepse C side him as a viewer, She had 0ppor:1 Viciously ‘she â€" qln‘ew away he: tunity, greater than most, of obse:v!nz cigarette, Te Lo iA o. s flwa.s behind it her‘sensible mind inâ€" _Iofined her. The handsome Giles had been a thrill to them all when he first entered the works. His cold rebuffs and his air of weary disdain: soon col- C oo an example of what war could do to golden â€"youth. And, by : the very laws of existence, only a woman‘s love and lnfinite devotion could suucceed in re~ pairing the damage. _ - Nazi indeed! Ludicrous. â€"Ohy‘ she was foolish! Poor man; maybe some dim horror. of fighting experience still «clouded his mind After all, he was orlly a boy. She wondered (if he had a motherâ€"he needed one, or failing her, some underâ€" standing woman to drive off the batâ€" wirg demons that surely must beset his brooding thoughts.â€" There it was! Carol felt quite pr6ud of her analysis: Hfere, before her, was Nazi Prisoners. le(fied his wouldâ€"be© admirers into scomeq and furious company. ||5£m1 still pondered ‘This deadly er of his Was not natural to youth a man of 25. She liked the slightly; aquiline nose and the tired but gentle; mouth. She.admired his, clever, and . sensitive hands and guessed 4 tormid-';‘ able power of will was indicated by the. squareness of jaw and cheekâ€"bones .. But, she decided, she detested his eyes; If he laughed, the light in them was a lie. The man seemed empty of true‘f: merriment. Whatever the lips might do, those cold grey pupils remained calculating or luminous with mockery, She wondered why. Moreton was neither rake nor cad. | T THE NIGHT SHIFT TRAVELS Across < a â€"crowded and : smoke» wreathed compartment of the "Lowood Workers‘ Special"â€"that agglomeration of ancient engine and carriages plying between ‘Hellersfield City ‘and: the mooreland village of Lowoodâ€"-CaroL Gilroy watched Giles Moreton. 37 She adored the tumble of his fair hair above a quite remarkable . foreâ€" : a forehead high and wide but. creased in worried furrows that ought to have had no place on the brow of: HARDISTY: Generalâ€"Officer Comâ€" manding the district in which the Loâ€" wood works are situated. . | CAPTAIN CALTHROP : Intemgence Officer on Hardisty‘s staff, specially' interested in security questions. j as a viewer in the Lowood plant. She is rough humour of her fellow passengers interested in Moreton, who mystifies, sweep her thoughts away from their i Barrister, BoJoitor, Eitc.. Bank of Commerse. Building and South Porcupine ~14â€"96 SJMA 413 eo1.|. TIhe song rolled on and Carol revelled o a| in Fruity‘s ingenuity. : Yet, throughout the whole fantastic adly 4pr0at, Giles Moreton sat quietly in his cutn | corner seat sombrely watching rabbits . scuttling away among the tall foxgloves !ia on the lineside; brooding like the windâ€" thar hovers which still hawked the evening, . _ _ o s t :s of| Again she fell to wondering. What _ ,| was wrong? Assuming, charitably, that aan; | Moreton‘s physical and nervous systems. ting {s had been shattered by his war experiâ€" jjing | ences, surely, by now, he should have ape" recovered a sense of proportion at least ~n.| â€"and, with that, a sense of humour. i These men, led by the inimitable Fruity, were truly funny. Their antics were as rich in fulsome comedy as ‘anything she had ever witnessed in the funniest film. She had spent good money on far less vital entertainment. Perhaps he was an intellectual snob? !Maybe as an obvious exâ€"public schoolâ€" boy a.nd varsity man, apart from havyâ€" lmg been a commissioned officer, he ] TInside ‘Carol‘s compartment FPruity iFlntof$ was rehearsing a new song he | had composed. Fruity was enormously fat but his baritone voice was a joy to . hear. Seemingly, he could concoct exâ€" * tempore doggerel on any subject under brought her u short Carol found herâ€" self growing Mot and confused; violentâ€" 111111 was complete. snob. Perhaps, again, he was a rebelâ€"‘directed" into inâ€" dustry by â€" the Miinistry of National Service and hating every hour of his "slavery." Some men were like that. : Toâ€"night he had taken the date and makers‘ plates of the two engines as his subject matter, and he wanted his companions to serenade the wickedlyâ€" tormented engine drivers with a comâ€" position running, in sound, to the familiar tune of a slowâ€"moving senti- mental song. , p CC "Now get it right this time," Fruity ordered. "Remember how it goes, lads. Plenty o‘ feeling; make it julcy Now â€"one, two, three . . ." Ca.rol chuckled. Every night the "rltunl was ‘similar.> Every night she listened to these gibes at the big tractor works. Yet. every night, those selfâ€" same grumblers puty in an honest shift and took"a real and substantial pride in the mounting total of their products. ~ Now the train came in for its evenâ€" ing‘ interlude. Despite its two old engines, the "special" was reduced to ‘a walking pace by the gradient. Various humorists were hanging out of winâ€" aows cheering the engine crews and ‘smacking the carriage doors with sticks in a ‘sublime effort to "geeâ€"up" the proceedings. And the passengers, glimpsing it, began‘their usual evening moan. \_"Tt‘s still there. Nazis haven‘t blown it up!" °_ 8 y “Oh it‘s not good enough We‘ll ha‘ t‘ go t‘ work now lads." 1IghntIng PLOL Ol I.A.F.! ~~Carol lt m ‘cigarette and let the rough humour of her fellow passengers sweep her thoughts away from their sinister bent. * ‘The viliage of Lowood was settled on 2 patch of grassland at the head of an exquisite little valley which broke the dull bastions of two ranges of ‘heatherâ€" covered hills. The late sunshine of that autumn‘ day lighted it jJeaving the hills in sombreness. Lowood was a sunny jewel. ‘among chilly purpled© and shadowed silver rocks ... The great | camouflaged factory dominated its 'snd sent the cigarette ! might have been possible, . indeed necessary, to a highly trained and perâ€" fectly fit fighter pilotâ€"but Moreton was supposed to be a nervous wreck; an "Invalid," a throwout; how was that to make sense? Not one man in ten thousand could â€"have acted so swiftly. thank you," she nervously laughed. "Oh, I am so sorry! Iâ€"I never thought ofâ€"â€"" ns ~*"No harm e, Carol." He grinned sailing through the air. "So all‘s well." â€" 3. "Garol"â€"‘"Carol"! What on earth had hannened to the man? She had Swiss Watchmaker Oroduqa of the Pamous Institute of Switzerland CBARTERED® ACCOUDNTFANT We ns ol authority â€". for . thisâ€"@00 / are amounts to that, y‘ know! ‘What are ‘you? mm omcer or regimen ‘the wrong territory, m‘m" LCA \l"w PCMR PC heard. ‘Hilary Ponsonbyâ€"Moreton." She had heard that name, or rEad of it, in connexion with something that had happened just before the outbreak of war. She felt baffled and irritatedâ€" whatever was it? Whatever was it? She could not, immediately, recollect. A clouded change came OVeT, the group after the perusal of that identity l t s o m Mr. Moreton." The sergeant smiled and noted the registration number. you see, the minute you get out of the station you‘re in the works‘ area and that‘sâ€"erâ€"that‘s * "A prohibited area," Moreton bitterly supplied the words. "Something â€" more than usually fishy has occurrred, and, of course, Miss Gilroy and myself must be detained for questioning."" > "Oh, well, Iâ€"I wouldn‘t put > it oi n Wncs hn es ons B ie n fauhls 192 s about his business. "Fatal accidentâ€" dayâ€"shiftâ€"your section; Jack Baines killed and Letty Smithers got a broken leg." \_._», e Carol and Moreton looked at one another, amazed. Baines and Letty Smithers occupied, in the the corner of the inspection room in which they worked during the night Em CE P T2 "Â¥our name is Moretonâ€"Giles Ponâ€" sonbyâ€"Moreton, to be correct?" the sergeant of police inquired, "Son of Sir Hilary Ponsonbyâ€"Moretonâ€"â€"" lAs Giles roughly cut the officer short, producing his identity card and nearly storming with fury, Carol turnâ€" ed over in her mind the name she had card. ‘A .clouded atmosphere of truculâ€" ence and suspician visibly cleared. "Oh, seems all right. ‘Thank you, ':‘-'I-‘-t'xere’s b,een an accident," Planagan shot out, the moment the inquisitive tigketâ€"collector had been bustled off mm 1 _4 _ â€" sAAA UV + "Aâ€"fatal accident?" Moreton echoed "How on earth could thatâ€":â€"-” § dnc d SCls 'vvtondexâ€"'ing eyés-wgere turned on them. Silently the night shift passed out to work. Moreton and Carol _waited. "‘.I";g-ét;her they approached the ticketâ€"« gollector. â€" â€" «o | C “Juét a minute, you two!" Flanagan‘ s voice‘ ~rapped across the platform. "You, Moretonâ€"you Miss: Gilroyâ€". ' hold back a bit, please." Fruity‘s party of impromptu serenâ€" aders dissolved and became uneasy units in a general assemblage. Carol drew to ‘Giles Moreton‘s side. It was not instinct, wholly, that prompted her. For some reason the scrutiny of police and military and FPlanagan and Helme, seemed to be directed at herâ€"and at Moreton. / / > K ho Slowly the workers filed through the barrier. _ â€" vâ€"*"C "Queer feeling isn‘t ‘there?" Moreâ€" ton‘s steady and musing voice sounded reassuring. "Wonder what‘s the matter?" INTERROGATION .# There was something wrong.. Th minute the workers stepped out of the train, all sensed it. +\ Hector Flanagan, shop superintenâ€" dent, was near the bookingâ€"office. By his side were two policemen, an Army officer, and "Ratty‘" Helme, chief proâ€" gress clerkâ€"a sidelongâ€"glancing, shifty, peaked and pallidâ€"faced busybody. uET. PP ePR "Put him} on the engine, put him on the engine, put him on the engine, the quickâ€"fingered boyâ€"â€"â€"." Fruity Flintoff was ranting again. To a parody coinedâ€" at Moreton‘s expense. they sang themselves into Lowood halt. "Garol"â€"‘"Carol"! What on earth had happened to the man? She had worked with him now for eight weeks and not once, in that time, had his stiffâ€"necked majesty called any girl by her Christian name. And, he had laughed:; a warm and friendly and quiet human laugh. Instantly humanities died in him. Instantly those curiously cold grey eyes became impersonal, distant, cilious. f t j “Oh damn the man," snarled Carol‘s . thoughts. f | t Â¥ “80 nice of youâ€"Giles,” she said demurely. ol 10 * new problem. That almost instantanâ€" eous coâ€"ordination of mind and muscle "sure you‘ve quite finished withit?" QGarol sat stuunned for an instant. That inquiring brain of hers found a rfigl --â€"'.-‘a Cmm by * " Ml‘ Iâ€"I never ® a grinhed through on earth' seemed, he laid hands on "Ratty" Helme; took him iby the shoulders. "Here, Moreton, answer this," Flangaâ€" gan suddenly boomed, ‘"Have you, at any time, brought into the ‘works any sort of explosive"â€"the police and the security officer visibly startedâ€""or any. container intended for explosives orâ€""‘ Giles Moreton strode forward, Carol caught her breath as she wa.tched him. He was smiling grimlyâ€"a terrible and mirthless grin. Quite solemnly, it AAQWAAAAAL: ; ~ . DWME e M C t o t "What," and he shook, "d‘you want here? You‘re ‘Ratty‘" Helme, sucker, lickspittleâ€"aren‘t you?" Helme winchâ€" ed and cried out. under the pressure of Moreton‘s "fingers. "Come along! Let me show you the door." Before anyone could prevent him, Moreton flung the: staffâ€"man â€"cl over the ticket barrier. *.93 ‘Now gentlemen," he smiled, "we can probably get down to tinâ€"tacks." Ignoring Filanagan‘s bluster and the protests of the affronted police, he Te ~___ > e . a~ im BW n From the corner of his eye Giles saw ‘"Ratty‘"‘ Helme nudge the shop super= intendent and whisper to him. . "John (Baines was killed by an exâ€" plosion. You know those airâ€"compressor pipes which run up the wall near your bench?" ~Moreton and> Carol both nodded. "The gland ‘blew out, that‘s "Butâ€"but, the air pressure isn‘t all thatâ€"â€"" ul I“ "Perhaps mere air pressure isn‘t all we‘re concerned With, Mr. Moreton. The real cause of the accident remains to be determined. Bos e "I would ask, first of all, what type of accident had taken place. Then"â€" and her lovely beeâ€"brown eyes looked'. up valiantly, and with sudden â€" infinite knowledge, into hisâ€"‘if I were you, I‘d get out of my system all the:â€" the poison that has been tormenting you, these weeks past." She lifted her. hands, almost gaily. ' Giles Moreton was very quilet. He turned to Captain Calthrop. "Well, sir, how did poor Jacky get his?" Moreton: vented an exasperated sigh. "How would you," he turned, fully, to Carol, "reply to that, Miss GHlroy?" A score of â€"strange recollections had been occupying the giri‘s thoughts. She began to understand Moreton much better than she had ‘done, chitherto. After a Whfle ‘she ‘said deliberately : Louis Chenier,, a ~former â€" ploneer lumber contractor in the Otteawas Valâ€" ley. and in the Sudbury district, died on Sept. 1l6th, 192%4, in the Homnser boarding house on Balsam street, . Chenier and his son. were p}wingi ‘The Advance of Sept. 17th, 1924, had an article about a party of distinguish-1 ed visitors to the camp, guests of J. P. Bickell, president of the MciIntyre Porcupine Mines, and prominent in other leading properties in the North. Land. The party included:â€"Hon. John Martin, Minister of Agriculture, for Ontario; Sir Hamar Greenwood. and Lady Greenwood} G. C. Bateman; of the Ontario Mining Assoclation. and Mr. Bickell. A new government dock was belng built in Connaught twenty years ago W. A. Doner, representative of The Financial Post, was in England twenâ€"« ty years ago and on his return. told: The Advance that Hon. Chas. McCrea. Minister of Mines for. Ontario, had made an unusually favourable impresâ€" sion on British capitalists during a: visit â€"to the Old Country .on behalf of, the mining industry. Mr. Doner look=â€" ed for great returns from Hon. Mr. McCrea‘s able presentation of Canada‘s case in regard to opportunities fox' capital in mining development, A gentleman who was in the employ of the town in connection with olling the streets, twenty years ago, attemptâ€" ed to find out how much oil was in the oil tank on the siding. He stood on the flat car and held a match near the: opening at the top_of the tank. â€" The gas tcok fire and the man was throwm to the ground, his hands, face and neck were painfully, if not seriously, burnâ€" ed. The explosion of the gas could be heard .all over the. town, the flames, shot high in the air and could be seen‘ for miles around. The tax rate twenty years ago. fori public school supporters in Tlmmms 4 was 53.6 mills and 54.6 mills for separ- ate school supporters. 1 noted that the garden was of superior quality despite the unfavourable weaâ€" . ; -(conmut“) es‘ : _ The opening fall meeting. of the Women‘s Missionary Society: of: First United Church, Timmins, was held ‘pn‘ Ehursday with the . President, Mrs: ‘Harnden,."~in : the" chair. â€"The worship‘ period was. conducted â€"by the President. pn the W.MA. keynote," "Advance"," in‘ other Southern points."" "MyÂ¥r. and ‘Mrs. P. J. Woino returned Monday oveâ€" ‘ning after a holiday visit to Montreal and other points." "P. . M. Bardessono is on a. business trlp to ‘. Toronta,". ‘Mrs. W. W. White and §9n, Willie, ‘haeve returned from :an "extended vigit: o relatives and frienus in : Scotland." "Mrs. John.Watt snd son,.Iah, returnâ€" ‘ed last woek rrom ‘an extended vw\ R." McCoy. returnéd: on | Suriday . aftcr plegsant ‘three â€" weeks holiday, in. ,cjeveltmd ‘where they:were the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Morris Nagle, formerâ€" 1y of ‘this "camp."" "Mrs. ‘John. Dexter netumed to her home at Bilver Centrei atter spendlng conple of week.: at Fourth Avenue adjotnlng the Tlmmms"‘ Garage it _ Bookâ€"shelf Here to ., mwmmm hi .mwum MJMMM *A i of the iain soldier who found that it was of tremendous moment : to him that misâ€" I stonaries â€" had preceded him to <~New mm Mmaummmmummm m mmémmmmmm mmwmmm m .W i1 P PMaR ‘Mmd : 8 € S $ s 0 . s 3 m $ 8 3 m g8 . 3i the New M .8. Study Book : ~=«Salvation Army Has . .-,mj Many Hospitals . . ‘**â€"in the Dominion â€" \ "Fram Caraboo to. Clipper"â€"by E. K. tmd T.‘ Higdon, tells ‘of progress ”“1 of ‘Borneo where he IW”‘ his: IM m;adge of. d’lflstlnn wwonfl whom he came in contact were Chr is the lat xâ€"ray ngn,;snd kitchens in Montreal; und a fine new 150â€" bed hospital will be constructed in ‘Toronto to cope with the pressing deâ€" mands for increased hospitalization. Last year 39,601 patients were admitâ€" ted to Salvation Army hospitals, and SFE Ti § g 12291 infants were born. In most eases, hospitals are overcrowded and thfl‘h js an urgent need: for expansion it order that many who seek help will not have to be turned away. In one Salvation Army hospita) alone, no more applications for admittance can be accepted for at least five months, because the hospital is literally ‘jamâ€" med to the doors.‘ A new is: being built to the