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Show THE PROGRESSIVE OPINION History Written at Quebec; Only Time Will Reveal It Military Experts Satisfied With Results of Roosevelt -- Churchill Conference; Political Angle an Enigma. By BAUKHAGE News Analyst and Commentator. & si 750 bedrooms, where some 300 mili-tary and technical experts were im-molated. Canadian Mounted police, tough British marines and hefty Ca-nadian veterans of Dieppe guarded its portals. The inmates, like us, were virtually incommunicado. When they dared take a river trip one officer said, "it was to prevent an outbreak of claustro-phobia." Invisible Ink There is much we did not know when we arrived. There is more we still do not know of what occurred after the conferees met. History was written but it was written in Mr. Baukhage has written to-day's column from Quebec, site of the Roosevelt-Churchi- ll confer, ence, which he covered for news-papers affiliated with Western Newspaper Union. WNU Service, Union Trust Building Washington, D. C. Now that some of the deep secrets which surrounded the most impor-tant conference so far held by the firm of Roosevelt & Churchill, pur-veyors of victory, are beginning to be revealed in action, one can lean back, gaze at this remarkable ad-venture in history in the making invisible ink. Now some things can be told. In the first place the event was, per-haps purposely, perhaps unwitting-ly, played down in Washington in advance. Before I left the capital I was assured the conference would probably end about the Wednesday a week before it did. I had hoped for a quiet 's vacation. But no sooner had I arrived on the Sunday preceding Roosevelt's ar-rival the next Tuesday, than I saw we were all wrong. I felt sure some-thing had happened when the Presi-dent and the prime minister had their preliminary talk at Hyde Park. Something did, for I am sure there had been no intention of producing the parade of cabinet officers and other brass hats who kept dropping in from the skies and elsewhere one after another. But I learned that the length of the conference was planned to a "t" by the President long before it began. He knew it would last precisely as long as it Hid for ho timod h?o nH.,mn .; i and wonder . . . I cannot help recalling the eve-ning of Sunday, August 22, nearly a month after the actual prepara-tions for the conference began, the purpose of which was then even by the people whose job was to do the spade work. I was sitting with Edgar Mowrer, the n newspaper man, Mich-ael Barkway, representative of the British Broadcasting company, and Wilson Woodside, commentator for the Canadian Broadcasting system. That morning the news had broken that Ambassador Litvinov would not return to Washington. It was learned that a virtually unknown member of the Soviet diplomatic corps, who had been their represent-ative in Ottawa, was to replace the adroit Mr. Maisky, Stalin's expert lieutenant in London. Woodside had learned, quite by accident, that a little while before the representative of Tass, the off-icial Russian news agency, who had advance so he would be back in Washington on August 26. He knew what was coming and that is why he slipped off for that fishing trip, which was just that and nothing more, ahead of the conference it was a health measure pure and sim-ple. Churchill and his midnight ci-gars are something to prepare for, the wee sma' hours are the big mo-ments for this human dynamo. Then the "something" yet to be revealed, happened. Churchill hailed his foreign minister from London and with him came not only Info-rmation Minister Bracken, who played no part as an informer but nevertheless was of cabinet rank, but also the permanent head of the British foreign office, Sir Alexander Cadogan with the accent on the "dog" pronounced (though Secretary Early could never quite master it) "dug." Of course Hull had to appear to match Eden; then another cabinet member, Secretary of War Stimson to match Bracken and then Secre-tary of the Navy Knox for good measure, perhaps to give verisimili-tude to the talk that the Pacific was not being neglected. Then just be-fore Stalin made public his gesture of withdrawal (recalling Litvinov), T. V. Soong, Chinese foreign minis-ter more or less permanently in-stalled in Wachnatnn : ueeu an acuve participator in the press conferences, had suddenly de-parted from our midst severing the last shadowy link with the Kremlin. A few days before, just as a rumor was circulating that the conference had agreed upon the division of Germany into separate states as one of the post-wa- r steps, the text of a broadcast from Moscow was printed in an American paper. It was made by the Free Germany com-mittee, and of course could not have voiced any views contrary to the will of Stalin. It urged that the German army be kept intact after the war! Stalin's Absence Of course Stalin's absence from the conference had been widely dis-cussed in Quebec. To say the least we were four very confused mem-bers of press and radio, and I think our feelings were typical two of us had covered international confer-ences before. Was Russia running a competition show to the one staged on the heights of America's Gibral-tar? The shudder we shuddered and which spread out over the telegraph lines and airwaves bounced back to the walls of the Citadel where the top-me- n were conferring. At an eight o'clock conference that presidential secretary Ste-phen Early announced that the re-call of Litvinov had been known to the conferees long before it hap-pened and had no Influence or ef- - wi, aunic luiic past, appeared. Then there was the excuse that a big drive on Burma was in the wind. The Big Drive Meanwhile the press had blown very hot and then very cold on an immediate invasion of Europe from Britain. I don't know whether the reports that the big smash was com-ing was a part of the Allied war of nerves, but I am sure that the folks who threw cold water on it were sincere in their belief it just couldn't be started before spring. I sat with a general whom I have known for a fcng time, a real soldier in World War I as well as in this one. Here's what he had to say: "We haven't got the men yet. We must drop bombs upon bombs. There is a lot rnore softening up to do." This man was on the periphery not on the inside. I am sure that the technical experts, the officers and we had them all, probably the greatest aggregation of brains military and real experience, too, ever assembled anywhere they were sure. They were certain. And when the conference was over they were satisfied. As to the political side, that is an enigma and will be one as long as Russia remains one. And that she is. feet on the conference. Meanwhile all sorts of speculation about the effect of the absence of the Russians, the ominous "empty chair," had been pouring out of Que-bec, perhaps comforting if not aid-ing the enemy and probably making no one happy, even Stalin. Could this and the other unfortu-nate things which were written have been avoided; were we, in spite of ourselves, evil muses? I said to one of the willing but rather futile and frustrated men who were supposed to provide us with facts: if we could have just had a little guidance wouldn't it have been better? He admitted that was true, but, he added, "When an information man asks the higher ups for informa-tion they are so afraid they will say more than they ought to that we get nothing." More than 200 press, radio and news photographers were here. We filled to bursting the little old Clar-endon hotel, with its narrow corri-dors, its lobby turned into a tele-graph office, and its modest bed-rooms made into press room and broadcasting studios. Two blocks away was the spacious Chateau Frontenac, a Normandie palace with m, hepwaters m 5S, n WILLIAMSBEN AMES WILLIWA.NM.U.FSEATaRES escape from a government patrol. The boat runs aground on a rocky ledge and sinks. They succeed in reaching shore but have no idea where they are. Now Robin has Just discovered that they are on an island. THE STORY SO FAR: Robin Dale, a young artist, goes to Moose Bay to see her fiance, Will McPhail. When Will is accidentally kiUed, his brother Angus blames Robin. She goes to Angus' fish-ing cruiser to see him. While she is on board the boat sails, carrying her, Angus, Pat Donohoe and a cabin boy named Romeo toward Labrador. Now they have another passenger. Caught running con-traband alcohol, he has seized the boat, with the help of Romeo, and Is trying to CHAPTER XIII No one answered her. The thing was plain enough without words. The island on which they stood was perhaps a quarter mile long, 200 yards wide. This upper part ol it was sleek naked rock, black with wet little streams of rain water run-ning down its slopes to cascade over the break of the cliffs on every side. There was never a tree in sight, and scarce a bush worth the name. An-gus turned to Robin with gray, tired eyes. She asked: "Where are we? Do you know?" Angus shook his head. No one spoke. Robin tried to speak, but her lips were stiff with cold. A gust of sleet pelted them; and Angus drew Robin beside him, sheltering her as well as he could. "We'll have to get a fire going," he said. "Have to find some cover against the rain." Pat snnlcp "fim-- r thrp' a nlnp So she was alone for an hour or more in the scant shelter afforded by these two great slabs. Wind curled in around the slab that was like a wall; so she began to pile some rocks at one end, and thus en-gaged, she remembered for the first time that cake of chocolate inside her flannel shirt. During the night it had slipped around to lie against her side, and still in foil and wrap-pings except for the end she had opened, it was bent and crushed and somewhat softened by the heat from her body. Yet it was food! Sight of it made her suddenly des-perately hungry. She wanted "to eat it, to eat it all; but there might be no other food on the island. Angus must have some of this. She put it in a dry crevice, spe-cially contrived, in the barrier she was building across the open end of the shelter; and she piled rocks over it and around it to keep it safe for "We'll manage somehow." Pat stared at the rock between his feet. "Sorr, did ever ye hear of the Queen of Swansea?" "No." "Many's the time I've heard the old folks tell that tale." Pat's low tones were remote and strange, like the murmurs of a sleeper. "She went ashore in a snowstorm, one De-cember day seventy years ago, on Gull Island. Two women and nine men got off her, so they did. They got to the island before she sank. They had a bit of sail for shelter, but no food, no water, no wood." Robin was trembling with a sud-den terror. She cried defensively: "We've food! I have a pound of cooking chocolate. And we've wa-ter! There's rain water In every hole in the rocks. And we've shelter." Angus looked at her sharply; but Pat did not lift his head. His voice Hrnnp r.n "C, Vicnf oonlrl I marked back there where we came up. Come and see. 'Tis not much; but it will be some better than noth-ing at all." "We'll have a look," Angus as-sented. They turned back toward the cleft, and as they did so, Romeo and Jenkins came up into view. Mr. Jenkins wore now an oilskin coat he had not worn before. They ap-proached him, and Romeo drew warily aside as though fearful of some violence. Robin saw a long open cut on cheek and jaw in front of Romeo's ear, and all his counte-nance was battered and swollen. She remembered how when he threw her aside in the forecastle last night she struck at him with the knife like .3 club. Angus asked a question. "Where did you get the coat, Jenkins?" "I had it on last night in the cabin to keep warm. I got out of it when it looked as if I'd have to swim ashore. It floated up on the beach." see a village eight miles away, the same as us. They built fires to signal, too, at night; but the folk ashore went to bed at dark, belike; and wood was scarce and the fires were small and no one ever saw them. It was a March day when a fisherman found them, in a heap under the poor bit of sail." "Dead?" Robin whispered. She cried desperately: "But Angus, we can signal them somehow. We can put up a flag!" Pat droned mournfully: "With never a flag, nor a flagpole? How will we be doing that, ma'am?" Robin forced herself to laugh at him. "Pat, Pat, you'll not give up so easily! Why, we can swim ashore if we must! I could almost do it myself." "And the water like ice, and the tide current like a river running?" Angus chuckled. "Come out of your trance, Pat! Here's what we can do. We'll build a monument for him. Angus and Jenkins and Romeo re-turning, met just above the shelter, and she heard their voices and looked up and saw them there. Mr. Jenkins brought a broken orange crate, and Romeo a few dead twigs and a stick of rotten drift, and An-gus some scraps of wood. Angus called down to her: "All right?" "Yes." She would not tell him about the chocolate while they could hear. They brought their scant bur-dens of firewood to deposit them by the shelter, and she noticed that Jen-kins and Romeo kept a wary dis-tance between them and Angus, as though fearful of a surprise attack. Then Angus said to Mr. Jenkins: "I found no better shelter than this. Did you?" Jenkins said sullenly: "No. And there's darned little driftwood, and nothing to eat. I went along the beach, thought there might be clam flats or something. I found a few He nodded toward Romeo. "I sent periwinkles, or whatever they are. him down to get it, this morning." "Miss Dale needs it more than you do." Robin started to deny this; but be-fore she could speak, Jenkins laughed grimly. "Her? I wouldn't give it to her to save her life, if she hadn't been along, Romeo would have tended to business, and we'd be all right now. Let her freeze." When he saw violence in McPhail's eyes he took a step or two back-ward and dropped his hand into his pocket and said: "Easy, McPhaU. I've still got my gun. Come on, let's get out of here." Angus hesitated. "We can't," he said. "We're on an island. Water all around us." Rain and sleet lashed at them. "An island? You're crazy." Angus said, "See for yourself." He indicated the dome above where they stood. Jenkins and Romeo went that way, and Pat led Angus and Robin down to the break of the cliff. A dozen feet below them, some harder strata had resisted the weather, and a ledge two feet thick projected like a shelf. The outer part of it had broken off, a great slab a dozen feet across; and this stood on edge like a wall across the seaward face of the cavelike space under the overhang. The ledge above was a shelter against them to see. A cairn. A pile of rocks. People who live beside the sea always watch the horizon. You know that, Pat." Pat's head rose as though hope revived in him; he ut-tered an approving grunt. "If they see something sticking up on top of the island here, they'll come to see what it is." Pat sprang to his feet, his hope-less mood gone as quickly as it had come. "Right for you, sorr!" he cried. "We'll do that!" He turned sharply as though to begin; but An-gus said: "Wait, Pat. Miss Dale, you say you have a cake of chocolate?" She nodded; and then she was sud-denly cold, remembering. She looked toward the cleft below them. Mr. Jenkins and Romeo were not in sight. They must be down in the shelter under that overhanging slab, and the chocolate was there. She caught Angus miserably by the arm. "Yes, but it's down there." She saw his lips tighten. Then he turned that way and they followed him. They came to the break of the ledge and looked down into the shelter a dozen feet below them. Mr. Jenkins sat cross-legge- d in the open end of it, facing them. Romeo peered over his shoulder. Mr. Jen-kins held his pistol in his hand. An-gus stopped at sight of it, and the mJ-- 4 ram, uie siao served as windbreak. The place thus partially protected was some four feet wide, perhaps four feet high, and about six feet long. It was open at both ends, and there was an opening a few inches wide between the slab like a wall and the ledge like a roof. Nevertheless, here was shelter. Angus and Pat began to chink that opening at the top, to reduce to a minimum the amount of rain and sleet that might come in; and then Mr. Jenkins and Romeo returned. "We're in a tough spot, McPhail," said Jenkins, soberly. Angus nodded. "First thing is to look around," he suggested. "See what we've got to get on with. Look for firewood. We can all meet here later, start a fire." Jenkins moved away in a silent assent; and Romeo after a moment's indecision, as though choosing the lesser of two evils, followed him. Pat watched them go; and he said to Angus with a relish: "Romeo'll never witch another girl with the handsome face of him; and he'll not laugh again at this scar of mine." He stared after the two departing. "Sorr, they sing otners too. Jenkins said assenting-ly- : "Yes, that's right. Stay where you are." Robin felt the sudden storm in An-gus, but his tones were calm enough. "Jenkins," he said, "we're all in this together. We've got to . . ." Jenkins interrupted curtly. "Not me, McPhail. Some of us may not live till we're found. Two or three days in this rain and cold will kill anyone. There's not room for Bve of us here." He grinned. "There's room for Miss Dale, if she's cold. Romeo will keep her warm. But you and the Irishman will have to find yourselves another hole!" Angus, without a word, led Robin back from the lip of the cleft Pat followed them and they walked away together silently; but when they were at some distance Angus stopped. "Pat, we've got to get him out of there." "Aye, sorr!" Robin asked hotly: "Do you think he's eaten our chocolate?" "Was it where he would see it?" "He might not. I piled rocks over it to keep it dry." Mr. Jenkins sat cross-legge- d, on the rocks; but that's all. Not even a gull's nest No eggs, noth-ing." Robin thought proudly and happily of her hidden chocolate, a treasure beyond price. Then Pat hailed them from the dome that was the highest point of the island. He was out of sight, but they heard him shout: "Halloo!" he called. Here's land, sorr, and a town!" Angus turned to race up the slope. Romeo and Mr. Jenkins did not move to follow him; but Robin, forgetting everything else but this hope of quick rescue, scrambled up to the level and ran toward where Angus and Pat stood together. She came to them, and saw the land, a black line of it under the rain fog that haii lifted for a while. It was miles away, but there were gray shapes that must be houses, and Pat small now. We can handle them, you and me." "What cut his face so?" Pat's glance touched Robin. She remembered that he had been close beside her in the forecastle last night,' must have seen the knife in her hand; but he said evasively: "Like as not he butted the glass out of the pilothouse or what not. He had it coming to him, anyway, bad cess to him! Aye, them two bold men will sing small now; or you and me we'll break the both of them." Angus did not press the point. Jen-kins and Romeo had gone toward the more distant end of the island. "You and I will search this end, Pat," McPhail decided. "Miss Dale you stay here where there's " "I'll come and help," she protest-ed. He said quietly: "Please don't ar-gue. You'U help most by doing what you're told. Take care of yourself. That will make it easier for us to take care of you. Stay here and keep as warm and dry as you can." She felt like a child rebuked. "I'm sorry," she said. "I've certainly ruined things for all of you, haven't I?" He spoke in a still impatience. "Blame doesn't matter now. We'll nitnage. You stay here." "So this'll be Humpback Island we're on, sorr; and yon's Humpback Harbor. Nought but four or five famiiies live there; but they fish a bit, and they can run us to Corner Brook as easy as baiting hooks." A scud of sleet and rain hid the distant lanci and houses Behind a gray veil; and like a cu.-tai- then the fog came down again. Angus said quietly: "They could if they knew we were here." "Sure, sorr, we'll signal them." "They can't see us through the fog." "It will be lifting, come after-noon." Angus glanced at Robin. "Sure-ly," he agreed. He looked around for Jenkins and Romeo; but they were not in sight. He told Robin-"It'- s only eight or ten miles to snore, so we'll be aU right, as soon as it stops raining." But Pat Donohoe suddenly squat- ted on his hunkers, and he made a doleful, keening sound. Angus asked quickly: "What's wrong, Pat?" Pat wagged his head. "Sorr there'll be trouble to signal the folk ashore there, even when it clears " "We'll light a fire." "With never a dry match among the lot of us? Nor a dry rag on any one of us? Nor a dry bit of wood ever to be found?" "Can't tell about that," Angus de-cided. "But Pat, we've got to have some place to get in out of the rain anyway. We've got to handle them' Here's our best chance." Pat lis-tened soberly, and Angus said-"Yo-get down to the beach, some-how, and crawl up the slope below them. Get as near them as you can I'll be lying flat on my stomach right above where they are When you're near enough, make some sound. Jenkins will come outside to take a shot at you; and I'll be on him in two jumps." Pat looked dubious. "What about Romeo? He can throw a knife straight enough to split a stick " Angus said briefly: "I can throw arock as hard as he can throw a Angus hesitated, then he nodded Very well, Pat. Maybe I'm betl ter than you at dodging bullets- - and you're certainly better than I am in a rough and tumble. I'll draw hi fire, and you get him." "I will that!" "I'll be able to help, on Romeo Give me time to get near them. Don't make a move till I yell." "Aye, sorr." Angus considered for a moment All right," he said. "It's not very tr;LeUAt"tkn0Wanyth (TO BE CONTINUED) Eg) ON THE y? (HOME FRONim -- wf RUTH WYETJSPEARsjg cut SIDE OUT- - $ ? I" SMALLER STITCH .4?o o THAN CHINTZ TOP TWICE ; HEM BOTH- - THENSEWL 0 o . o .PLACE RIGHT RINGS 2" f i ? J fSIDES TOGETHER APART Y5 ' " ' E STITCH LEAVE BOT--Vf ? ; SIDES AND TOP ' TOM OPEN 'tevoffi AS SHOWN NOTE Complete directions for man chair seat covers like those In ton- - sketch may be found on page 8 of Bn of the series which Mrs. Spears has ' pared for our readers. It aiso conlp" directions for slip covers and for cur of all types. If you want to complc"..' remodel old chairs, directions mv V found in Book 5 of this series Both are 15 cents each postpaid, and mav secured by writing direct to: MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS 1 Bedford Hills New Y Drawer 10 Enclose 15 cents for each book de. sired. Name Address chintz curtains are QUAINT appropriate for case-ment windows and their colors give the best effect by day if they are lined to keep the light from shining through. At night they may be drawn together to serve instead of shades if the lining is of fairly heavy material. The secret of making curtains of this type hang well is in not joining the two. layers of material at the bottom. If your windows are narrow, a half width of chintz and of lining may be wide enough for each curtain. Plan them to be wide enough to hang slightly full when drawn together. The lining should be cut one inch narrower and shorter than the chintz. Hem each piece, then place right sides together and stitch side seams, as shown at the right of this sketch. Crease sides with seams on the lining, then stitch across top. The lower sketch shows how the top is finished. What is the most welcome gilt you can send to a man in fre service? Well, surveys among service men themselves show that one of the favorite packages from home are cigarettes. And first choice among men in all the ser-vices is Camel, based on the actual sales records in Post Exchanges and Canteens. Though there are now Post Office restrictions on packages to overseas Army men, you can .still send Camels to so-ldiers in the U. S., and to Sailors, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen wherever they are. Adv. NEW EFFECTIVE HAY FEVER RELIEF Hay fever, which annually causes more sneezes, more inflamed noses and more red, streaming eyes than any other scourge, may have its final big fling this September, all because a Pennsylvania electrical engineer was served a dish of corn meal mush which was entirely too salty. The engineer, sneezing, and with all other hay fever manifestations, stopped at a hotel where he was served a dish of mush which he considered sending back as it was much too salty. Finally he ate it, however ; the hay fever attack les-sened, ultimately ceased. Next day he had three meals, all oversalted, and experienced his most comfort-able time in years in the "hay fever season." His analytical mind quickly grasped the possibility that the saline substance in his food was responsible for his relief. About this time, Dr. E. E. Sel-lec- k, a graduate of Columbia Uni-versity, met the engineer, made notes, and when he returned to his home, began experiments. Today Dr. Selleck declares he has found a certain means of relief for hay fever and is supported in his con-tention by other medisal experts, and a nationally known chemical manufacturing concern, the Company, at Orange- - nnrey Man, Vv xi " SNAPPY FACTS ABOUT jJ , RUBBER Experience shows that tire failures during the four hot months from June to Septem-ber average 20 per cent higher than during the rest of the year. 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The granddad of the present-da- y raincoat, the Macintosh was patented in England In 1823 by Charles Macintosh, of Glasgow, Scotland. - 9 l5l ' ' "fr nches' suppers, midnight snacks bV g9tS Cm Flakes are a welcome stand-eveZ- Z e meal Pners. Popular with they save time, work, fuel, other foods. Kellogg's Corn Flakes are ra- - V'('; U0fuU i ' I stored to WHOLE GRAIN Nil. W'iif'Si Vv Hear Oir Rattles A new acoustic stethoscope en- ables a physician to hear all the sounds in the human body, or those which range from 40 to 4,000 cycles, reports Collier's. Many of these rattles, squeaks, mur- - heard fgra?bSechaauvsee ntehveer bee" of the range from ordinary stethoscope is only 200 to 1,500 cycles. New Heavyweight Star A. new star weighing 100 fos as much as the sun has been di-scovered by astronomers. B R I E F S . . . by Baukhage The British colony of Fiji, once noted for cannibalism among the na-tives, is granting reciprocal aid to U. S. forces stationed there to the value of almost three million dollars annually. Women have been found to be men's equals or betters in making diamond dies, the WPB has re-vealed. i A heavy bomber, cruising at 250 miles an hour, burns 3 gallons of gasoline every minute. To continue the standard of the U. S. army as the healthiest army in the world, 7,500 additional physi-cians and surgeons will be needed during the coming three months, and an additional 2,500 by January 1, 1944. Fresh Vegetables Best It is not imagination, but sound nutritional fact, that vegetables picked and eaten in the garden are better. Try it with raw carrots, stalks of celery, or French fennel, to-matoes and cucumbers, this sum mer. Sugar Beet Farmers Our American sugar beet farmers numbering about 100,000 supply a large part of the sugar we are using now in our households. They grow sugar in 19 states of the Union, from Ohio to California. In 1942, they sup-plied about a third of all the sugar we used. Government Has Sidelines The government of Uruguay is en gaged in electric power production, telephone, telegraph and postal serv. ice, meat packing, manufacture oi chemicals, banking and mortgagi Sources of Vitamin Bl Thiamin, the morale-buildin- g vita-min Bl, is found in such vegetables as lima beans, green beans and baked beans. ' ' ' ' ' - .1 V 1 i |
