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Show u THE Thursday, May 27, 1943 BETEPWiffl He WILLIAMS TIMES-NEW- NEPHI, IT AH PAGE SEVEN Kathleen Norris Says: Tliinking Toward Peace BEN AMES WILLIAMS W.M.U. FEATURES Bell Syndicate WNU Feature. Pattern 7492 contains a transfer pattern motifs averaging 5','t by 7'i inches; stitches; list of materials needed. Due to an unusually large demand and current war conditions, slightly more time required In filling orders for a few of the most popul it pattern numbers. To obtain this pattern end 18 cents to coins to: surely too far away to have seen Robin; she was too well hidden behind Mr. McPhail and in the shadows of the pilothouse to be seen. Yet Mr. Jenkins not only lifted his hand; he raised his hat! Angus McPhail looked at her sharply, as though expecting to catch her in the act of returning that salutation. "Did he know you were aboard here?" he demanded. "I don't see how he could." "He may have seen you come sackcloth and ashes on his back. Will had been fun; but he seemed now infinitely remote, as though he had never lived. After all, the dead are the lucky ones. It is the living who grieve, who must go on living. People like Angus here. She said: 'Pat loves you, doesn't he?" "Pat? We've knocked around to gether quite a lot." He said reluctantly: "Miss Dale, if Will was drunk, that's the answer. Not anything you did. No drunken man can handle a ticklish job like that. I've aboard last night." y been these three days. At "I'm sure he didn't." Angus stared at the other boat least I know well, I'm sorry I which drew rapidly away ahead of blamed you." them. He leaned sidewise to look "It's all right." CHAPTER VIII down into the forecastle. "Pat?" he "Even if he'd been sober I sup called. " pose it's never fair to blame a wom 'Quelle heure an for being beautiful and wanting "Aye, sorr!" With a flash of smiling teeth to have it noticed. You might as "Where are you? Where's Ro Romeo answered at the same time well blame a kitten that chases its pointing to an alarm clock hanging meo?" tail." He looked at her honestly. "Aft. Will I call him, sorr?" on a nail against the forward bulk'I'm sane enough today. Talk nev head. Twenty minutes past two. "No, no matter. You come take er mended a broken plate; but I'm She calculated swiftly twelve plus her, Pat." to two and a half, plus, say five and a Pat Donohoe climbed into the pi sorry to have spoken wrongly you." half that they must be eighteen he went around behind 'I'm glad you're sorry, and glad hours out of Moose Bay. Maybe the high seat to McPhail's other 200 miles? Romeo was saying someside. McPhail asked him a ques you told me so." She hesitated, then on sudden decision she said: "I thing and pointing. The galley tion. think I'll tell you something, Mr. opened into the narrow triangular on how did know be I'd you "Pat, McPhail." He looked at her and she forecastle with two bunks and a lit- the White Queen?" said carefully: "When your brother ter of stores and gear; and a steel "Sure, sorr. Will told me." saw me, he didn't just see a pretty ladder led up through an open hatch as "Of that's course, Angus so," to the deck. She thought Romeo was girl in a bathing suit." Her voice met sented "So you was grave. "He recognized me, Mr. telling her to go up on the bow deck, me?" disarmingly. McPhail." and she stepped into the forecastle; 1 did that." He stared at her. "You knew but then she saw that the pilothouse "Did Will tell you he'd meet us Will?" was accessible by a set of steel She told the truth then, in a dozen rungs against the bulkhead on the at the bunkhouse?" "Sure and that one never knew sentences. While she starboard side. She looked up into spoke he scarred and battered where he'd be from one minute t' watched her keenly, thinking how , Pat Donohoe's countenance. He was looking down young she was, remembering Will's at her between his knees, the toes words. "Oh, baby, wait for papa!" of his boots not six inches from her She was wrong, of course. Will had nose as she stood below him. He not known her. But if she was hapand Angus were together there, and pier in thinking that he had . . . She finished and he asked with a Pat moved his great bulk out of her curious gentleness: way to let her climb up to join them, then slid past her and down into "You came to Moose Bay to see him?" t the forecastle to give her room at the enough. Angus McPhail, "Yes. I meant to surprise him." wheel, looked at her with those eyes "'I see. But when I told you which so curiously always seemed about this trip he and I had planned, gray though they were really blue, you decided to stay on the White and she sat down beside him; said, Queen so Will and I could have our "Good afternoon." trip together?" "Sleep all right?" he asked quietThere was no need of any answer. ly. She made none. He turned toward "I didn't know anything till Ro- "We're the after companionway. meo, is it waked me. Did you? coming in to LaLogue River," he You seem rested." said, in an abstracted tone. "I'll get "Some." the gear ready. You might be in She remembered the narrow terested to see how we tag the bench in the cabin that must have salmon." been his bed, spoke of it. "I'm When they came on deck, it was afraid you were uncomfortable." she who saw the plane, flying very "No, I didn't sleep there. I came high, a mile or two behind them, at into the fo'c's'le. One or the other times half hidden in the lower of the men had the wheel all night, masses of the clouds. She pointed so there was an extra bunk. I got up it out to him. at Salmon River. We tagged a doz"It's a Government ship," Angus en or fifteen fish." decided, and watched it curiously. "Oh! Did we stop? Why didn't "Hullo, look, it's circling!" you put me off?" The plane seemed in fact to hov "I'll take you on to Beaver River. er in one place, like a fishhawk We'll get there late tonight or early watching a flounder in the shallows. A steamer stops there tomorrow. " It circled, it drew figures of eight; tomorrow in You'll be , night. plenty it loitered in the skies. Yet it was of time to catch it." overhauling them. By the time they She looked at him, thinking he drew in toward the shore a mile or was himself again, remote, con two short of the river mouth, the trolled, quiet and steady as a rock had passed on beyond the rivRomeo was amused at her efforts plane But she had gone to sleep last night er, still flying in that strangely dilawith a question in her mind. She to talk French. tory fashion. They anchored, and said: so. He'd at their signal a fisherman on shore worked the him next; they "Mr. McPhail forgive me may be at this job and that, faster than put off in his boat and rowed to I ask you something?" ward them. Before he reached the a man could wink." "Of course." , cruiser, the sound of the plane's he me see didn't land?" "Queer "Did your brother expect you on "He'd be paying attention to his motor had receded as it moved slowthe White Queen?" eastward. job. Eh, he was such a hand to ly Something quickened in his eyes; work you've no idea, sorr. Never Mr. Jenkins and his boat were al moved and then was still. another thing in the mind of him ready out of sight, three or four "Yes," he said, after a moment but the job he was at, ever, to be miles ahead of the plane. She guessed that this question had sure." That business of tagging the saloccurred to him before, had been Angus McPhail said sternly: "Pat, mon did Interest Robin. Having forgotten till Just now. if you ever lied to me, I'd break once or twice fished with her fa"But then," she urged, "why you in nine pieces, big as you are. r ther, she had thought of the men didn't he meet you, or call to you Pat chuckled. "Sure, sorr, you'd who netted salmon as butchers, soulwhei you landed, or something? In be welcome to. But if I ever did, less and depraved, killing beautiful stead of letting you go off to shore?" lt'd be a lie that had to be told, fish by the scores. But the man It was some time before Angus sorr. Maybe about something that who rowed them now did not look answered. When he did, he seemed was best forgot. Well you know the villain. His name was Dubois; and he had the stocky shoulders and to think aloud. that's true." lean hips and the sturdy legs the "I wasn't sure the White Queen Mr. boat Jenkins' Robin watched , would stop at Rimouskl," he said drawing away, ahead of them, and of his breed, with a pleasant eye, a "I wrote him I'd catch her If I she thought there was sometimes firm jaw, an easy slow way of speaking. could, but that otherwise I might between two men a thing no worn have to come by plane. I said I'd an could ever understand, strange Dubois, in the bow, said over his let him know; but I forgot to write and deep and beautiful. Angus Mc shoulder: "Here's a live one for him again, or wire him or anything. Phail said now: you!" Robin stood up to look; and So he didn't know surely I'd be on a lying Irish black she saw the net floats were being "Pat, you're her." tugged to and fro by soma disturbguard! If a Scotchman hadn't in "Oh!" For a while she did not vented the wheelbarrow, you d nev ance in the net below. A moment peak, nor did he; but she wars not er have learned to walk on your later, Dubois lifted into the boat a . satisfied. snarl of net , hind legs." Then she remembered Pat Dono-hoThey took from that net a dozen Pat chuckled. "If 'twas a Scotch and she had a dozen questions man did that, it was so he could get dead salmon and three live ones which Angus tagged and released. Instantly. two men's work out of one Irishman, "Didn't your boatman, Mr. Dono-hobe sure, sorr. Shall I take her There were eight nets alongshore at know where your brother was? now?" LaLogue, four to the west of the river mouth and four to the east of He met you at the boat. He knew RobHe nodded. Angus spoke to e or so apart a it spaced you were coming, Mr. McPhail. He In. "We'll go aft." worked them; but and Pat Angus must have known your brother was Romeo was busy in the galley stayed aboard right there on the wharf, mustn't and he smiled at her as. she passed after the first Robinwas He Romeo. amused at he?" and she at him. In the cabin, Angus with McPhail'a head swung sharply shut the galley door, and he said her efforts to talk French; and his flattering glances were eloquent way from her. She thought at first ""Pat will not tell the truth till he he had turned away to avoid her ready. No use pressing him. You enough of the satisfaction he found When Angus cam eyes; but he said in a soft sur- notice he evaded answering." Ho in her company. after the second net t sat down wearily. "Will was prob- aboard, prise, "Hullo!" She leaned forward to look past ably drunk," he decided. "I should said: "See here, Romeo's prancing lika have guessed that 1 can sea now 4 him through the small side window, to see what had caught his atten- that Pat tried to keep us apart till a goatl I wouldn't be too friendly tion. A gray motor cruiser lika a Will had time to sober off. Tho with him. Miss Dale." "He's teaching me French," she submarine chaser drew smoothly boy was a wild, reckless fool, when abreast of them, traveling three feet he'd bad a drink or two. I suppose explained. "I can already underto their two. Robin recognized it; he Insisted on handling the crane, stand some of the things ha says, if he talks very slowly." and as it hauled ahead of them, and someone let him." she recognized the man on deck, She thought of Will McPhail Angus said thoughtfully: "I think even at this considerable distance, aalecp on a bench in the Public Oar. there are a lot of things you don't understand at all." He added, as as Mr. Jenkins. She said, unneces- dens with a roll of newspaper lika sarily: lily in his hands; of Will, after though this consideration reassured "Why, ifa Mr. Jenkins!" champagne, forgetting where he him: "But we'll be at Beaver Rivet Angus did not speak. Mr, Jenkins lived; of Will on the marrowbones before daylight" lifted a hand In greeting. Ha was of repentance outside her door with (TO BE COSTISIED) THE STORY SO FAR: Robin Dale, a young artist, goes to Moose Bay to see her fiance, Will McPhall. But on the way he meets his brother, Angus, and she realizes that she must not come between the two men. So when the White Queen docks, she stays on board. But Will, operating a erane, la attracted by the sight of a girl on the deck. He loses his balance and is killed. Learning that Angus blames her, Robin goes to bis boat to wait (or him and (alls asleep. When she awakes she finds that the boat has sailed, carrying her toward Labrador as a stowaway. Also aboard are Angus, Pat Donoboe and a French-speakin- g cabin boy named Romeo. Robin is asking him the time. of 6 Sewing Circle Need'.eeraft Dcpt San Francisco, Calif. Enclose 15 cents (plus mie c.-n-t to cover cost oi mailing) for Pattern No 117 Minna St. Name Address half-craz- When you see news photos of soldiers "oil' duty" in camp or battle-line- est-il?- trh 'SAn rtif I e, e, half-mil- We have to take whatever circumstance this war imposes upon us. You can comfort your daughter, as the will you, and let the baby be a comfort to both. By KATHLEEN NORRIS "'HTHE I J- - most terrible thing about a war is being so fearful all the time," writes Mildred Wilson from St. Paul. "I have never been afraid in my life before, but now I am. I'm constantly anxious about my son and my both away on naval duty. I'm sick with sympathy and apprehension over my daughter, 23 years old, expecting her first baby, and breaking her heart over her husband's absence. I'm worried about my husband, for son-in-la- his is the furniture business, and people in our neighborhood are conserving what they have, not buying anything new! I have all the usual worries about rationing and the home table; my husband, like so many ether men, likes chops and steaks and roasts, repeated endlessly, and we can't get them any more. A steak and fried potatoes with coffee have composed his favorite meal for years; vegetables and sweets don't register at all. "I want to do all I can for the war effort but with Phyllis baby coming, and my man home for three meals a day, I can't spare the time to become a nurses' aid or give eight hours every third day to interceptor command. And so I worry, and I don't sleep, and that makes sort of me a nervous, woman who shivers at the radio news, distrusts everyone who Is con ducting this war, despairs of the world's future, to say nothing of America's, and altogether is becom ing a burden on herself and every. one else. I wouldn't write you," the letter ends, "if I didn't feel that thousands of other women, some of whom I know, are sinking into the Have you any sug same morass. gestions as to the way out?" The way out my dear Mildred, is like a dose of castor oil. It takes a certain amount of courage to pour the nauseous stuff into the spoon, to open the mouth, and gulp the oily disgustingness down. But when your mind and soul are clogged and poisoned you have to take the equiva lent of this dose if you are to re cover. Become World Minded know the cure, of course. It is to lift your spirit into a higher, less personal, less selfish zone. In stead of wanting safety, security, wealth, happiness for just the few persons you love, you must learn to want them, and to work for them. for all the men and women of the You world. We have to live in the world. In this strange little ball spinning In cosmic space, because there Is nowhere else to live. There has always been plenty of food and shelter for all the peoples of the world, but thousands of years ago rulers and kings and soldiers and even the prophets and priests of the Old Tes tament got off the beam, to use the expressive phrase, and things began to slip away from God's law, and get under the law of man. marched Civilization steadily ahead; houses were built, food was and refined, schools hospitals and colleges sprang up everywhere; mea learned to read. But alongside of all this, evil marched as welL Bloody wars, poverty, hunger were all tol erated In their primitive degrees and as those degrees developed, they became greater and mar wide spread, too. Now, with the new help that clviU zation and science give us, we have to fo back those long weary centuries, and begin at the beginning again. We have to brace ourselves to feci that no matter what the per sonal cost may be. It will be worth while if we emerge from this time f darkness into a peace that is WAR'S HARDSHIPS War brings hardships, heartbreak and misgivings to all of us. But we mustn't allow those things to discourage us, to disrupt our lives. Kathleen Norris points out that the cure is to lift your spirit into a higher, less personal, less selfish zone. Instead of wanting safety, security and happiness for just the few persons you love, you must want them for the entire world. No matter 7492 A FEW cheer-unotes make housework more fun! Take, for instance, these busy little blue birds to embroider on towels. They are quick to do and how they brighten up the kitchen! Match them to the general color scheme. p Buy War Savings Bonds H1 Ready instantly. Rice Krispies save time, work, fuel. Save other foods, too. Delicious. So crisp they snap! crackle! popl in milk. A dish to give needed protein Rice Krispies are restored to whole grain nutritive 1 values in thiamin (Vitamin Bi), niacin, and iron. Cror. 1943 by Kallaa War Alters Everybody Every family you know will be affected by this world catastrophe. Every life that touches yours will be changed. With all the hope and glory of the months ahead sorrow and loss will strike too. Face it See yourself as a grain of sand on the great beach of the world; play your tiny part so gallantly that you will never hurt others with your own grief. And pray always. For we are going to want God's light on the peace to come. We are never going to feed the world, as the visionaries say, because that Is impossible. But perhaps we may hum world to reach bly help the war-torthat point where it can feed Itself. Perhaps with seed and machinery and counsel and lowered tariffs and altered Immigration laws we can show the world that we really mean our offers of goodwill. Russia, these China, Poland, middle-Europcountries are quite capable of feed Ing themselves, after a few years of reconstruction, and after a hundred years of peace there need not be hunger or destitution anywhere. But we must have that century of peace! And it Is only by strong and generous and wholly impersonal think ing that we can even dream of it. It will not mean our enforcing our Ideas, even of various freedoms. anywhere. It will mean that every nation Is free to form Its own con stitution and adopt its own style of government, and that while mighty awakening China keeps an eye on the Orient, and magnificent Russia and England and the Nordic coun tries watch Europe, our men will return to an America so educated to the real possibilities of republican living that even their own beautiful country will have progressed far ahead of her own old Ideals. See It that way, as you go about wheeling the baby carriage or stand at the sink washing the eternal dishes. See yourself as one tiny unit among the millions the millions of g women, and men who are resolving In their hearts that nothing but universal good shall come of this conflict whatever their personal agonies Live a hundred years may be. ahead, when you and I will be dust; plan the world that the baby of Phyllis' baby will live In. NO ASPIRIN can do more for you, so why pay more? World 'b largest seller at 10. 36 tablets 20, 100 for only 35 Get St. Joseph Aspirin. what the personal cost, we must strive for the greater goal of peace, security and happiness for all. truly God's peace. We have to take whatever circumstances this war imposes upon us, and wrench and hammer them into happiness and serenity and service. If the two sailors that you love don't come home again, you must comfort your daughter as she will you. and let the baby be a comfort to both. If meals in your house and mine come down to bowls of oatmeal and baked apples, then let us remember that whole nations have thrived and grown strong on just such simple fare. be- s hind the notice how often you'll see them smoking a cigarette. There's a good reason for that. Army officials say that cigarettes are an appreciable factor in maintaining morale and the soldiers themselves add that a carton of cigarettes from home is always welcome. What brand? Well, salos records in Post Exchanges and Canteens show that Camels are the favorite cigarette with men in all the services. Though there are Post Office restrictions on packages to overseas Army men, you can still send. Camels to soldiers in the U. S., and to Sailors, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen wherever they are. Adv. CRIj DELICIOUS! 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