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Show THE PROGRESSIVE OPINION n BEN AMES WILLIAMS -- 3gi WILLIAMS W.KI.U.FEATl'RES ---- THE STORY SO FAR: Alter a chance meeting and swift courtship, Will Mc Phail starts (or Moose Bay, leaving Robin Dale to wonder how a career girl could be so completely swepft off her feet. She knows little of Will, except that he is an engineer and that he has a brother named Angus, a dour Scot who bates women. Tired of the city and eager for adventure, Robin decides to take the next steamer up the St. Lawrence to Moose Bay. Driving to the port where she Is to take the boat, Robin meets a salmon fisherman, who turns out to he Angus McPhail. A letter from Will asks her to help heal Angus' heart, broken by an early misfortune. Now continue with the story. in diameter. She wondered what it was. Part of the machinery for the paper mill, probably. Will would be able to tell her. But then she remembered that she wasn't going to see Will! Her eyes for a minute burned with dis-appointment. A switch engine, moved along the dock with a train of three cars. A trav-eling crane that looked like a steam shovel on a flat car was swinging huge crates out over the opposite side of the dock and lowering them toward the water. There must be a barge alongside to receive them. Men were everywhere, some of them busy, some of them watching the White Queen. Three or four muddy automobiles waited on the dock, and there were great piles of stores and materials. Robin, on the boat deck, kept her-self n for fear Will, wait-ing on the dock to meet his brother, might see her. The White Queen drew alongside, and Robin saw that they were slowly approaching a landing stage for small boats. That was where those children meant to have their swim. Beyond the land-ing stage, a man in a bathing suit poised on the stringpiece of the wharf and dived rather poorly, Robin thought. She smiled unde-rstanding. He was showing off, of course, for the benefit of the' White Queen's passengers. A heaving' line went unreeling through the air from the White Queen to the dock, was seized there and taken in, the hawser following. Robin suddenly wanted to say good-b- y to Angus. The gangplank would fit" - CHAPTER III Robin wanted, in a friendly tender-ness tonight, to help heal those scars. Sitting on the edge of the narrow bunk, the letter in her hand, she remembered the lines of old pain around the Salmon Man's mouth, the dregs of stale suffering in his eyes. He was like a small boy who has been hurt in ways he does not understand. She remembered his tone when he spoke of Will, understood the deep affection in him for the younger man; and she decided that nothing must interfere with that trip they meant to make together. Certainly she would not rob Angus of that hap-piness. But if Will knew she had come to Moose Bay, he would in-sist on staying with her. That, sim-ply, must not happen. Before she slept, she decided what to do. The White Queen was bound on a gypsy cruise around the Gulf of St. Law-rence. She would stay aboard, take the cruise, land at Rimouski on the return trip, and pick up her car and go on her way. Will need never know she had been so near him. Next morning she was one of the late breakfasters, and the small din-ing saloon was almost deserted; but before she had finished, Mr. Jenkins in his checked suit appeared and sat down beside her. "Saw you on the dock last night," he reminded her. "Yes, I remember." He seemed nice enough by daylight, in this safe security, with the stewards about. He seemed even nicer when he said, surprisingly! "I'm afraid you found me annoy-ing. .May I apologize? Some friends had been seeing me off. I was a little exuberant. I hope I didn't bother you?" She forgave him at once. "You weren't really annoying; iust friendly." "Too friendly," he insisted. "Let's forget last night, start fresh." He asked again whether she knew any-one in Moose Bay, and why she hap-pened to be going there; and when she said she was an artist, he as-sured her she would find plenty of things to paint. She had made up her mind not to leave the ship at Moose Bay at all; but she need not tell Mr. Jenkins that. She finished her breakfast and left him busy with eggs and went on deck. There were twenty or thirty passengers aboard the White Queen, most of them for the cruise, most of them feminine. She found a group on the afterdeck tossing soft little bags of ; sand at a perforated board and ex claiming delightedly over their scores. The purser, a pleasant young man named Lewis, was with them; and Robin spoke to him about abandoning her plan to land at Moose Bay and continuing the cruise. He was pleased; and he introduced her to the others in the group here. A sister and brother in their later teens, Bob and Helen Marston, were the youngest and the liveliest passengers aboard; and Helen urged Robin to join in their game; but Robin said: "Later, please? I've a letter to write first." The letter was to Will. Mr. Lewis could mail it at Moose Bay so that Will would receive it after the White Queen had gone. She told him about meeting Angus, j "And he happened to mention that you and he were going off on this fine trip together, and I could tell how much he was looking forward to having you with him. I know if you saw me you wouldn't go." They came in sight of Moose Bay in As the White Queen drew in toward the long dock, Robin saw through a fringe of trees a considerable town on the wooded shore, the houses all brightly paint-ed, fresh and new. The dock itself wai impressive by its length, and by the fact that three freighters lay there disgorging their cargoes. She was on the upper deck of the White Queen, watching the rugged coast black with spruce, when Bob and Helen Marston. came to the rail be-- j side her. They were in bathing suits, slim and young. "Bob and I are going swimming at soon as we dock. Miss Dale," Helen explained. "The purser says there's a landing stage we can swim from; says it will be right under the bow almost, when we tie up. Don't you want to come?" Robin swam well, and she was an expert diver. "That might be fun," she agreed. "Maybe I will." "We're all ready," the boy said. "You better go dress." But Robin said she would wait till after the White Queen was tied up. "I want to see what the place looks like as we come closer," she ex-plained. She wanted, in fact, to keep out of sight till they had docked; for Will would certainly be at the dock to meet Angus, and Will must not N see her. The White Queen would remain tied up here for an hour or more; would sail about Time enough for her to be sure Will and Angus were gone ashore and to have her swim afterward. She wished wistfully that it were go-- j tag to be possible to see Will for just a minute; but of course Angus would be with him all the time, so that hope was in vain. The White Queen neared the dock, moving slow and slower. In spite of the fact that it was late Saturday ' afternoon, men seemed to be work- - ing everywhere. There were scores of them. At the outer end of the dock, an electric crane lifted out of the hold of a vessel something that looked like a tremendous iron roll-ing pin with no handles, twenty-fiv- e or thirtj' feet long, four or five feet Her bathing suit was designed for swimming, reduced to its essentials; and since she was traveling with a minimum of luggage, she had no beach robe. She came out into the companionway and turned aft to-ward the gangplank and saw Mr. Jenkins standing there. He was talking with Mr. Lewis, but she he was waiting to intercept her, so she turned back and went toward the bow, adjusting her bath-ing cap. She needn't go along the dock; she could just dive off the White Queen's rail. On the forward deck when she came out there, the fore hatch was open, the cargo der-rick lifting some freight out of the hold, and the men stopped their work to look after her as she passed them. She had not realized there were so many men about till they all looked at her now. To get into the water as quickly as possible, she climbed on the low bulwark for-ward and took the air in a swan dive, arms wide, body beautifully arched, bright and slender in the sun. She met the water cleanly, and went deep, thrilling to the cool, sweet shock of it. She arched her back and glided toward the surface, letting her own buoyancy carry her up till her head emerged. As she came to the surface she felt, rather than heard, a heavy splintering crash. She felt its im-pact through the water. Then even with a bathing cap over her ears she heard' sudden shouts, with ex-citement and terror in them. The people along the stringpiece of the dock above her, silhouetted against the sky, suddenly whirled and dis-appeared. They must have run to-ward the other side of the dock. Something had happened. A great surge of water came through the forest of piles under the dock and lifted Robin and let her down again. Bob and Helen Marston and two or three older swimmers off the White Queen were climbing out on the landing stage, running up to the dock level, disappearing. She swam swiftly toward the stage, swung her-self up on it, followed them. Men were packed along the oppo-site side of the dock, their backs to-ward her, crowding, standing on tip-toe, trying to see over the shoulders of men in front, looking down at the water. She touched one of them. "What happened?" He told her, with only the brief-est glance. "The crane fell over the side of the dock. Fellow in it. They're trying to get him out." He spoke almost with unction. "But he's done for, all right" Robin went back toward the White Queen, sick and shaken. The day was so sunny and fine and fair, the sky so blue and beautiful; yet some-one had died. She dressed slowly, oppressed and miserable. She went to find Mr. Lewis. "Did .they get the man out?" she asked. He said: "No. Not yet." The purs-er added: "He was Mr. McPhail's brother. Will McPhail." When Angus McPhail stepped off the White Queen, he expected his brother Will to greet him. Will was not in sight; but Pat Donohoe was here. Pat was as ugly a man as you could meet in a nightmare, with red hair that stuck up in some places like sprouting grass; with a red face and a battered nose which suggest-ed that it had met strange fists in its time and might again; with one ear half the size of the other; with a great scar on his upper lip a horse had kicked him there so that his mouth would not quite close. But he had a twinkling blue eye which made you forget the rest of his battered countenance; and he caught McPhail's hand and squeezed it to a pulp, and he took McPhail's heaviest bag and heaved it into an automobile which stood with the en-gine running, and he said: "Get in yourself, sorr. Here we go." "Where's Will?" "Waiting for you, be sure." So Angus got in, and the car picked its way through scattered groups of men, and past piles of freight, and around switching en-gines, and then speeded up for the last half-mil- e run along the, dock to the shore. There the rough new road slowed them down; they bounced and grunted; and Angus thought Pat was driving faster than he needed to. But he did not com-plain. He wanted to see Will. Once he asked: "Why didn't Will meet me? All right, is he?" "Sure, sorr, he's fine. Busy; most like." "What's he doing .now?" Pat chuckled. "Whatever they put him to, this thing and that. He'll make a hand, that lad." Angus nodded, pleased and hap-py. He said: "I see they're un-loading the rollers?" "Aye," Pat dolefully agreed. "That means the end of the job's in sight. I hate to see the rollers come. Another eighteen months and we'll be moving on somewheres else again." Pat would be engineer and navigator on this trip which Angus and Will meant to take; but he was a construction man by habit and by long love. "Here's the bunk-hous-sorr. Like as not we'll find him here." But Will McPhail was not there. Angus, after one glance inside, said so; and Pat walked in and said in seeming surprise: "Sure he is not, at that. I made sure he would be We'll wait, sorr. He'll be coming in any minute now." But if Will was not here, other men were; and one of them volun-teered information. "McPhail? He was out on the pier half an hour ago, running the traveler.". (TO BE CONTINUED) She took the air in a swan dive. come aboard on the deck below where she stood; and she went in to descend to that deck. Mr. Jen-kins came out of the smoking room as she passed the door; and he pro-tested: "Thought you were getting off here?" "No, I've decided to stay aboard for the whole cruise. It seems like fun." He urged: "Say, you're making a mistake. You'd have a great time here. Stay over and let me show you the sights. You don't want to miss Moose Bay when you're so near." "I'm afraid I do," she said, smil-ing a little. "I mean, I'm afraid I do want to miss it." She and blocked the stairs; and here was Angus McPhail trying to pass. She spoke to him over Mr. Jen-kins' shoulder. "Goodby, Mr. McPhail. Thank you for telling me all about salmon. Have a fine trip!" She would have offered him her hand; but before she could do so, he said goodby, simply, neither smiling nor rebuffing her, and de-scended the stairs to the deck be-low. Robin, Mr. Jenkins following her, moved out on the upper deck in time to see Angus McPhail step on the dock. She looked for Will to meet him, but another man who seemed to be a workman Robin saw only his clothes, not his face-ha-iled Angus; and Robin, not listen-ing to Mr. Jenkins' continued urgen-cies at her elbow, saw Angus and this man who had greeted him go toward a decrepit automobile, get in, and drive away along the dock toward the shore half a mile away, toward the town beyond. Robin had a moment's wonder why Will was not here. Maybe he was sick, or hurt, or something! Then she realized that Will was probably at work, too busy to come to meet the steamer. Mr. Jenkins was. still urging her to change her mind. She said: "Excuse me. I'm going to have a swim here, so I'll have to change." She left him and went swiftly to her cabin. While she was dressing, one of the youngsters called out-side her door: "Ready, Miss Dale?" "In a minute." "The landing stage's right ahead of us. You can go along the dock and down to it that way. We'll go ahead. You come as soon as you're leady." "Right!" Robin agreed. "Don't wait for me." Left Handed Salute In Honolulu an officer approa,i and Al Schuman, 55, snapped w 1 salute with his left hand Th lies the story of a nlT sergeant who believes he is the u , 'army's only enlisted man to obb permission from the secretary 0t to salute from the "portside." , in his long army career, Schum suffered an injury in the line ol that partially crippled his right arm When he applied for 1919, the war department gave him written permission to salute with v7 left hand. Undercover Men Fix Planes Beneath Their Enemies' Nose Even under constant enemy bombardment, United States soldiers must rescue, salvage, repair, and restore wrecked airplanes. At the Greenville, South Carolina, Service Group Training Center, members of the U. S. Army Air Forces are taught how to do this dangerous work under ingenious cam-ouflage. In picture at top a medical unit rescues an injured pilot from a crash simulated for training purposes. ft) ilwf "i V'v 'I Cows add a realistic touch to the camouflage installations in the country scene at left. In the background is a parachute drying tent which appears as a silo from the air. Right: A doughboy in a sniper suit, camouflaged to blend into sylvan surroundings. In for-est country this warrior would be totally invisible at a distance. IV 'f&ctT w u,-.- -; &iL.T Does this crazy quilt pattern hurt your eyes? It does the same to an enemy bombardier. This pattern screen covers a damaged bomber so that repairs can be made without disclosing it to the enemy. Almost every device known to camoufleurs has been em-ployed at the training center. A v -- f F V '''.vv.v:::-:v:.- In top photo a repair shop building is disguised to appear as a haystack. Note wires at right leading into roof. Bottom: The plane is covered by a screen. The farmhouse and silo in back-ground actually are engineering installations. Tanks, jeeps and seagoing vessels also are camouflaged to confuse the enemy. Even .war plants have been camouflaged. This bus is camouflaged. All glass has been removed from the windows. officTequipme SALT LAKE DESK EXCHANGE HEREFORDCATTLE Caiirnia - Qu.my FOB SALE at Merc Hereford Breeding Cows four yew a'S5U fc.ywS5 0SafvL8. Buy Direc, M. A. RAGSDALE. D.stntator FOR SALE FARM BETTER HEARING If you hear but do not understand in HEARING, send Una nave BETTER Ruildine. Salt Lake C.ty. Utah. St.Joseph aspirik USED CARS TRAILERS J W.N.TJ Week No. 4326 SALT LAKE " SNAPPY FACtT ABOUT RUBBER C chain of rest stations Is ris-ing across northern Brazil along the route of workers trekking into the Amazon Basin gateway of Belem to increase collection of wild rubber. They provide medical aid and other human com-forts to the 50,000 additional workers being recruited for the Amazon rubber forces. The rubber normally used in one month's manufacture of baby panti can make 2800 rubber lifeboats for ocean-goin- g planes. A check of 7,200 farm-owne-d trucks showed that only 25 per cent of the tires on them were good; 54 per cent were fair; and 21 per cent were in poor condition. u-.-- BIGcodrisIij ( RICE KRISPIES MAKE A LITTLE MEAT I fo limited i meatsupplies. Add crisp, delicious Rice Kiispies "3s?v--- - to meat loaf, hamburger, casserole dishes. Perks J&?rzT Ml up their flavor. Adds O I fZ, if extra nourishment M i p Rice Krispies are rich tfhin If in the whole grain food ,'uPri II values of thiamin (Vita- - , W jf minBi), niacin, andiron. .i"'V,' jl Codt. " 1943 by Kellore Company CAMELS fy. l SURE DELIVER i --f j f PLENTY OF ) j ( FLAVOR AND EXTRA ilri i MILDNESS Af OvT' 1 ' "IS ("""""N if I SAD T' J ! J I V GYRENE! P2Si camels have J 3X lA WHAT IT f, if H THE MARIHES f u i h& they say: lM YRENE'-forMarin- e ALLIGATOR S for amphibious tractor COLLISION MATS for pancakes CAMEL" fr e favorite cigarette with l I , . men " the Marines Qualifying I am not a politician, and mv other habits are good.-Arte- rnus Ward. Trim Evergreens Early Late April or early May is the best time to trim any evergreens. This is because the new growth soon covers the ,scars. Pines are trimmed when the "candles" are half grown. White May Cut Vision Color may be distracting on cer-tain' operations. Yet, may actually cut vision and thus impede production. Records show that white walls have lowered visibility as much as 25 per cent even though footcandles at working level have been increased 5 to 10 per cent. The reason is in the difficulty of distin-guishing between dark materials on dark machines or against dark floors where a flood of light constricts the pupil of the eye. Paper in War Effort Paper is used in every phase of the war effort. About two million pounds were required for the first draft registration alone. More than 900 forms are used in the army In the 1941 maneuvers in Louisiana over 20,000,000 paper bags were re qinred for soldiers' lunches. Govern- ment bonds now outstanding would weigh four million pounds. About 30 000 pounds of blueprint are' required in the building of a battle" ship. |