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Show Thursday, November 19, 1942 THE m Z ILr-l- irhir II II i By ARTHUR STRINGER CHAPTER XIX tv w L Tin J II rSw , W.H.U.SEW,Ct TIMES-NEW- PAGE SEVEN NEPHI. UTAI1 S. Kathleen Norris Says: Jtt iVWW Nancy Is the Most Unhappy of Wives Bell Syndicate WNU Features. Chance for Children Soviet Russia has applied syms, bols of its machine age to substituting miniature tractors, automobiles and motorcycles for the customary horses and boats. While youngsters ride, instructors explain the working of real vehicles. front of the watching girl veered a little and came between her and the arrowing white body. That moment of obscured vision left her always in doubt as to bow it happened. It might have been a error in judgment It might have been a final spit of venom on Tumstead's part, a final flowering of hate for what he could accept as the sign and symbol of his final defeat But as the bird swerved, to avoid its bigger rival, the plane also swerved. They swerved in the same direction, at split-secon- d the same moment and came together. Slade banked sharply and turned, with a repeated shout as he saw the blue wings flounder and twist in their fall. "They've lost control," he cried. "They're down." He circled blindly, waiting for the crash. Then he dropped lower, marking the spot where the tangled mass of metal and fabric rested on its bed of broken limestone. Lynn knew, at bis quick glance about that he was looking for open water on which to land. But she remained silent until the ship was set down and they were ashore. "Is it the end?" she asked. "That's what we've got to find out" he said. He mounted the bank and started running through the scrub, without waiting for her. She followed him. as best she could. She found Slade waiting fbr her on one of the limestone ridges. He stood there, staring at the flare that lighted up the evening sky just over the next hill. "You'd better stay here," he said, bis eyes on the glow above the hilltop. He knew well enough what that glow meant Lynn watched him as he went over the hilL It seemed a long time before he came back. He flung himself down beside her and sat there silent and dispirited. "They didn't get away," he finally observed In a voice devoid of all triumph. Lynn, who had taken her turn at glancing about at their world of twirock and water and light turned back to her tired companion. "There's nothing to do," said Slade as he rose to his feet, "except to head back while there's still a little light left" gold-gree- directly to the furnace. Possums Profit Australia The number of possum pelts ex- ported from Australia more than Direct Quotes doubled in the past statistical Before a cop-o- p can be sure it is year, the total being 3,172,000, "building a better mouse trap," it valued at $1,666,000. needs to know a lot of facts about Anti-Tan- k the type of mouse trap the world Shells Tom G. Stitts, Farm wants. Seventeen pounds of kitchen fats Credit Administration, U. S. De- saved will provide a pound and a half of glycerine, enough to fire 85 partment of Agriculture. anti-tan- k shells. War Construction Booming A Although civilian building has pipeline will been halted, war construction is be built from Longview, Texas, to booming at the rate of 12 billion Salem, 111., to help relieve the Eastdollars a year. ern oil shortage. 77 550-mil- e, 18 "They didn't get away,' he observed in a voice devoid of all triumph. made the rest of the Snow-BaBaby look old and battered. But Stan Cruger had insisted on putting them there. He wanted no more weeks of silence from either of his bush planes. And in fifteen minutes, back at Waterways, Stan was to tune in and get his report Slade, while he waited, worked his dial and beard the silent ether become busy with Its multitudinous voices. He caught a whiff of orchestra music from KNX, away off in Los Angeles. He caught a fragmentary message going out from Royal Canadian Signals at Yellow-knifof pilots and the to ground-point- s along the Basin. He picked up snatches of weather reports and flying positions. Slade shut out the ghostly voices and once more consulted his watch. After a glance ahead and a second glance at his instrument panel he turned back to his radio. "CF-KCcalling Norland Airways at Waterways. Slade calling Stan callCruger at Waterways. ing Norland at Waterways . . . Come in, Stan. What's my signal strength? . . . Yes, I hear you fine. I'm forty-thre- e minutes out of Wolf Lake Post heading southwest by south with a pay load of concentrates that ought to make up for that lost week. Yes, I'm feeling fit But I want to swing in before nine. I've got to." Slade's smile widened as the voice, of his partner took the desolation out of the emptiness. "I'll be here at the port when you shuffle in." that voice was saying, "and I think there's going to be somebody else waiting. But I wanted to tell you the Kovalevka had been libeled and held off Echo Harbor . . . The Kovalevka. that Russian icebreaker . . . And our Lockheed lands at Yellowknife about five today . . . But wait a minute. Stay Can you hear me. Lin-dy- ? in, There's a lady here waiting to speak to you." The seconds seemed long as Slade waited. "Can you hear me, Alan?" a belllike voice was saying to him. It was only a voice, winging half a d thousand miles over a wilderness, but it brought a warming glow to his body. "Yes, darling, I hear you," he answered. He knew it was Cleaver, working VBK at Coppermine, who at that point cooed across the ether: "And will now be open." the sugar-lane- s "Are you all right?" the bell-lik- e voice asked. ll e, ip B CF-KC- B CF-KC- water-spangle- "I'll be better in six hours," Slade announced. "For then I'll be seeing you." "It will be the longest six hours in my life," Lynn's voice complained But her laugh was a happy one. "What did the Padre say about Thursday?" he asked. "He won't start east until Friday. He's more excited than I am, Alan. The old dear's wired to have orchids and orange blossoms flown in from California." "But why is he starting east?" questioned Slade. "He's decided on a twelve-wee- k course at McCill," was Lynn's answer. "He says it's to brush up on his surgery. But I'm hoping they'll hold him there through the winter." "He's a grand man," Slade proclaimed. "So is Lindy, lady," a remote a&d altogether unplaced voice cut in. "Alan, are you there?" Lynn's softer voice inquired. "There seems to be interference." "There is," said the unknown. "But take it from me, lady, he's all right Congratulations!" Lynn's laugh came clear. "Who's your friend out there?" she inquired. "I think it's Tony Frendall at Fort Smith. I'll reckon with that bird later on." "We don't seem to have much privacy," said Lynn. "You don't get it on the air, lady," announced a newer and deeper-throate-d intruder. "Then this will have to be all, voice was sayAlan," the bell-lik- e ing. "Good-by- t darling," answered Slade. He was about to remove his earphones, but a babel of words held his hand arrested. "So you're going to marry the girl, Lindy!" He interpreted that as from Cap Bickell on the Basin's mail plane heading north to HerscheL "I'm telling the world," Slade found the courage to affirm. There was even a ring of defiant pride in his proclamation. "Perhaps more than you imagine, big boy," an unknown and caustic voice observed through the arial chatter. They meant well, Slade remembered as he switched off and removed his earphones. But it made tramhim think of rough high-top- s pling through a flower bed. And he wanted to be alone, under that blue, to lonely sky of robin's-eg- g think about his happiness. THE END ACE IN THE . HOLE The story of a young man who, upon coming to claim a ranch he had inherited, is greeted by a bullet. You'll enjoy ACE IN THE HOLE Western a hard-hittin- g by JACKSON GREGORY BEGINNING NEXT WEEK! 24-in- i,.iiiwJa Il"'eiepes 4 Min I met at m canteen dance the man who seemed everything wonderful in the world to me. Out attraction urns mutual ; Paul was a second lieutenant, handsom and popular. By KATHLEEN NORRIS NANCY ROBINSON herself the young wife in all the world. She isn't that, but she has indeed a sad problem to solve, and one that probably won't be the only one of its kind, as these war years go by. "LastFebruary," she writes, "I met at a canteen dance the man who seemed everything wonderful in the world to me. "Our attraction was mutual; Paul was a second lieutenant, handsome and popular; old friends of my family knew all about his people, and there seemed no reason for our delaying our marriage, which took place in April. I was then the happiest girl in the world, as I am now the most miserable! "Shortly afterward Paul was sent away to Central America; it was a hard parting, for we had had five wonderful weeks in a little beach home borrowed from a friend, and felt ourselves an ideally companionable couple. But I had expected it and bore it as heroically as I could. In a few weeks a long letter came from Paul, then a shorter one, and several cards and notes. In my heart I felt that something was wrong, but nothing to really prepare me for the shock I received this morning, when a long letter arrived. In it my husband writes me that he feels that our hasty marriage was a mistake; that we were both too young. He is 26; I will be 21 in December. That does not seem too young to me. Wants His Freedom. "He assures me that there is no other woman in the case, but says he would like to be free. He says that since our marriage was a very quiet one, and I live in a small Nevada town, there need be no publicity, as he has not told any of his new friends that he is married, and I live alone with my mother, things can be 'sort of hushed up until every one loses interest' "Paul has met some friends at his new post; they are evidently making a great deal of him, for he speaks of dinners and dances, and n famthat in one ily there are lots of brothers and sisters and cousins and they keep things moving. Beach parties and that sort of singing every week-enthing. He says he is very glad that a little scare I had about a baby coming turned out to be nothing, and that he will always think of Mother and me affectionately. I will give you the actual words with which he finishes his letter: " 'It is up to you, of course, Nancy, to do as you think best But under the circumstances I can feel that nothing but divorce is the solution. You may be sure that I will send you all the money I can, as much as your lawyer thinks right and more, and always remember those happy days at Beachwood. We surely had terrible crush on each other, but as we grew older we would be sure to grow apart, and the best tiling Is freedom for both now, no matter how badly we feel at breaking up things this way. So take big kiss and hug from your and write me that you think this is the wisest way. If I had been at home it would have been different but as It Is I feel that my whole Interest should belong to my country, without any distractions from home. After the war I intend to settle somewhere down here, so we may net meet again for a long, long time.' " Spanish-America- n Slade, once more hightailing It from homeward Coppermine, glanced down at the mottled country crawling under his floats. He did a little sum on a slide rule, to check his ground speed, looked at his watch, and reached for his He smiled at the newness of the 'phones and the newness o4 the compact little radio set They Dog Cleaner, Longer The dog wiir stay cleaner if there is no fuel oile. Build an enclosed coal bin, from which a coal flow automatic stoker can feed the coal merry-go-round- 4mr ile States-Canadi- on I"But Lynn's voice rose full-ope- merous telephon ecalls, should keep a bulletin board for messages. A which is suitapieces of fiber-boarble for thumb-tackin- g is a good suggestion. Boundary Change In a stretch between The St. Petersburg dog track in the state of New Hampshire and Florida is the only one in the Unit- the province of Quebec, the United ed States that operates in the boundary line instead of at night changes direction 767 times. lake-fron- tall-contr- A Message Board which receive nu- families Busy ' 26-m- Lynn, following after Alan as he t, itrode toward the realized that he was already back In his man's world of violence and conflict That realization grew even harper when she saw him abruptly stop at the cliff edge and stare across the lake where the evening wild fowl were feeding In the shallows. At the same time that she saw him drop on one knee and take aim with his rifle she caught sight of two figures running down the opposing shore slope to where a plane of faded blue stood moored against a spruce-fringe- d bank. Slade shot twice, but with no apparent effect on the running figures. Lynn could see them swarming about the pontoons and throwing off the mooring gear. "It's Tumstead and . Frayne," Slade cried. "They're getting away with your plane. They're doing what above the other. "There's Father," she cried, "running through the trees, down the bank. He knows they've tricked him." "Come on," he cried, "we must aead them off." "How?" she asked, panting after him. "With my plane," he said over his shoulder. "If they get away now they're gone for good." She kept up with him as they rounded the lake arm and bore down on the Snow-Ba- ll Baby. "Keep your eye on 'em," Slade called out as he made adjustments to the over his head. She knew, by the feel of the pulsating structure enclosing her, that he was n flying with a throttle. "What do we do," she demanded, "when we get up with them?" Slade indicated the rifle that had been thrown into the cabin. She observed, a moment later, that Blade was climbing a little. She wondered as to the meaning of this maneuver. Then her eyes narrowed with a new wonder. For against the opal and gold of the northern sky she saw yet another pair of wings arrowing out of the distance. Her hope, at the moment, was that it might be the official plane from the Mountie headquarters at Coppermine, that it was help coming when help was most needed. But as she stared out through the paling light she saw that it wasn't a plane. It was a trumpeter swan, breasting the evening air lanes. It was like a light going out when Deer Found No more frog-slegs are to appear on menus in China. By order of the ministry of industries, no more frogs are to be killed for eating purposes inasmuch as the leaping amphibians are considered of more value to agriculture than to epicureans. PASSING FANCY When the first thrill of far places has been dulled by the reality of their distance from home; when the seductive effective of soft, tropical moonlight is sharpened by the conflicts of war; when the memory of fried chicken and church on Sunday and thick, clear ice on the neighborhood pond cannot be shaken by the sights and sounds of a foreign land; then "Paul Robinson" may understand why Kathleen Norris has told his wife to refuse him a divorce. He may see the things he thinks he wants for what they really are mere passing fancies. Bitter Blow. To a loving, lonely woman, only six months a wife, this letter might well be a thunderbolt. Nancy isn't to be blamed for almost collapsing when she received it. Somehow she is keeping its contents from her mother, who works in a garment factory, and somehow she is managing to act before her friends and neighbors as if nothing was wrong. My advice to Nancy is to put her chin up, summon her dignity to her aid, and write Paul as if she were twice her 20 years. He has so evidently lost his head in an atmosphere of tropical sunshine, leisure and enjoyment that all his values of honor, obligation, decency, character have gone up in smoke or rather, evaporated in silver moonlight and the music of the sea. She must write him that talk of separation or divorce is ridiculous; that she will wait for him as his wife, of course, and that she has entered into correspondence with his mother and father, who live in Kentucky. It seems that out of shyness and diffidence Nancy didn't get in touch with them until after her marriage, but that then they wrote her cordially, glad that their boy bad found a good young wife. If she can she ought to visit them; in every way she can she ought to strengthen the tie that Paul would break. Make Marriage a Success. It is highly possible that these two really are not congenial mates, that their hurried young marriage was a mistake. But even so, when the war is ended, they may decide to make it a success, as any man and woman may, by resolutely building a life together, and with patience and courage learning to depend upon each other. But it is more likely, if Nancy can be strong enough to forgive, to overlook this youthful, cruel, selfish letter, that Paul will come home to find that he loves his young wife, after all, that the glamour of the southern beaches and the charms of the dark-eyeenchantresses were not permanent things, that after the war he wants to come back to his own country, and live the life his father and his ancestors did before him. If Paul had sister, and some man wrote to her the letter he Just sent Nancy, he would perhaps be able te get some idea of just how brutal it was. 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