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’Twas Ever Thus
“The price of everything has
gone up since the war began.”
“No, talk is just as cheap as
ever.”
And How He Did!
“A burglar broke into our home last
night"
“Did he get anything?"
“Yes; my wife thought it was me
coming home late."
Fair Offer
“Doctor, let’s compromise.”
“Compromise on what?”
“On that bill of yours. I’ll pay
for your medicine and return your
visits.”
Admirals may be admirable, but
that isn’t where the word comes
from. It comes from an old Arabic
word “amir-al” meaning “com
mander of.” That’s what the Ad
miral is, the top-ranking officer in
the Navy. Top-ranking cigarette
with our Navy men is Camel—the
favorite, too, with men in the
Army, Marines and Coast Guard,
according to actual sales records
from their service stores. Camels
are their favorite gift, too. Local
dealers are featuring Camel car
tons to send anywhere to any
member of our armed forces. To
day is a good time to send “him”
a carton of Camels.—Adv.
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By ARTHUR STRINGER W.N.U. SERVICE.
THE STORY SO FAR: To save Nor
land Airways from bankruptcy, Cruger
has agreed to have his partner, Alan
Slade, fly a so-called scientist named
Frayne to the Anawotto in search of
the breeding ground of the trumpetfcr
swan. Slade’s application for overseas
service with the army air corps has
been rejected, but he is less disappointed
when he learns that the company can
stay in business, thanks to their client,
who has paid enough to enable Cruger
to buy a new plane, a Lockheed. And
he is pleased when Cruger tells him
that Lynn Morlock, daughter of the “fly
ing Padre” is not going abroad with her
Red Cross unit. Slade meets Lynn in
town and goes with her to help a man
who has been wounded in a fight. The
wounded man turns out to be Slim Turn
stead, a flyer who has lost his license for
drinking and who is little better than
an outlaw.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER III
Slade pressed closer as the yel
low-faced man, wiping his hands on
his apron, hurried out.
The pock-marked man righted the
table and chairs as Lynn busied
herself loading a hypodermic.
“How is he?” asked Slade.
“He’s all right,” was the cool-not
ed response. “But there’s a three
inch skull cut we’ll have to close
up. How did you get it?”
Slim’s lips twitched. But he re
mained silent.
“How about a drink first?” he
suggested, as Lynn turned back to
him.
“You've had enough already,"
she said, quietly impersonal.
“Who gave you that jab?” per
sisted Slade. The look of the room
clearly proclaimed that the fight had
been a regal one.
Slim still declined to speak. It was
the pock-marked man in the door
way who broke the silence.
“He got it from Wolf Winston,”
croaked the indignant landlord.
“And it’s another free-for-all
chalked up against this place o'
mine.”
“Quiet, please,” was Lynn’s cool
noted admonition.
Wolf Winston, Slade remembered,
was a whisky-runner who’d repeat
edly proved his adroitness at evad
ing the outstretched arm of the law.
He also recalled that Slim, once the
crack flyer for Colonial, had been
twice grounded for drinking on duty.
Still later he had been linked up
with Edmonton Scotty’s activities as
a high-grader. And there’d been a
rumor or two that of late he’d been
running contraband liquor in from
the coast ports.
Slade felt sorry for Tumstead, just
as he would feel sorry for any man
of promise who threw away his
chances. Among flyers, he knew,
there was a free-masonry that made
you forget a confrere’s passing
faults. But for a year now Slim
had seemed stubbornly headed for
trouble.
“This is going to hurt a little,”
Lynn was saying as she sterilized
a bullet-probe, “but we’ve got to
make sure there’s no glass in that
cut before we close it up.”
“A drink would help a little,"
Slim once more suggested.
“You can have a cigarette,” she
conceded, “when I put the stitches
in.”
Slade produced the cigarette and
held out his lighter.
Slim looked up at him with an
eye that was still indifferently de
risive.
“So the big boys took it away
from you,” he observed.
“Took what away?” asked Slade,
resenting the note of mockery.
“That little tin-horn outfit of
yours. I hear you’re folding up.”
“Not on your life,” countered
Slade. “We’ve got a new ship and
we’re going stronger than ever.”
The indifferency went out of Turn
stead's eye.
“So you’ve got a new ship. That’s
certainly worth remembering.”
“Why?” challenged Slade.
Tumstead shrugged.
“Oh, I kind of thought the big
fight had brought a famine in ships
over here. Does that mean you’re
going to keep on flying the ice
routes?”
“I am,” proclaimed Slade.
“You’ll change your tune,” Slim
said, “when you get the same dirty
deal I got from Colonial.”
Slade backed away a little. He
had the natural pride of the flyer in
flying. And the thought that one of
the best in the service could swing
so far off-center gave him a sinking
feeling.
"I thought it was the other way
round,” he observed.
Slim's eye-flash of hostility did not
escape the younger pilot.
“Oh, I go my own way,” the man
on the couch announced with a laugh
that was not without bitterness. But
a note of desolation in the voice
brought a surge of pity through
Slade.
It was Lynn who spoke next.
“You ought to have a week of
rest,” she observed as she encir
cled her patient’s head with a white
gauze bandage that gave him the
air of wearing a crown, slightly
tilted.
"Rest?” echoed Tumstead. His
laugh was thin yet scornful. "I can’t
afford to rest, lady. I've got things
to do,”
Lynn glanced about at the blood
stained furniture.
“You’ve lost a good deal of blood,
rememher. And you'll need a new
dressing in a day or two. Whs’
"You’ve had enough already,” she said, quietly Impersonal.
you’d better do is see Sister Nadeau
over at St. Gabriel’s.”
"When?” asked the man with the
bandaged head.
“Tomorrow or next day,” said
Lynn as she closed her bag and
stood up.
"I won’t be—”
But Tumstead, for some reason,
left that sentence unfinished. He
shrugged and glanced at Slade. Then
his half-mocking gaze went back to
Lynn.
“I’d rather have you do my dress
ing tomorrow,” he said as he
reached for her hand. Slade was
nettled at the open insolence in that
gesture.
“Hasn’t she done enough for
you?” he demanded.
Tumstead lifted a languid eye
to his fellow-flyer.
“Is she letting you make her de
cisions?” he inquired. The derisive
note in that inquiry brought Slade’s
gaze about to the girl’s face. But
in that face he found nothing to help
him frame an answer.
“Let’s go,” Lynn said with her
first sign of impatience.
Tumstead, stretched out full
length on his couch, looked after
them as they moved toward the
door.
“Since you’re going,” he said, still
casually insolent, “which way are
you heading? I mean you, Slade.”
The younger flyer swung about
and studied the blanched face under
its swathing bandages.
“I’m flying into the Anawotto
country tomorrow,” he announced.
Tumstead’s lips made a whistling
sound.
“So they hooked you for that
flight!”
Slade, looking down, could see
the older pilot smiling up at the
ceiling.
“What do you know about it?” he
demanded.
Tumstead continued to blink up
at the ceiling.
“Not a thing, son, not a thing,”
he answered with a listless sort of
indifference. His movement as he
turned to the wall was plainly one
of dismissal.
Slade felt happier when he found
himself in the open sunlight, the
balsam-scented open sunlight of
spring, with Lynn walking along at
his side. She was close beside him,
yet he nursed an impression of her
remoteness. And that impression
took on an edging of pain as some
inner voice told him she was the
one thing in all the wide world he
wanted.
“So you’re not going overseas?”
he ventured as he noticed how the
sunlight gave glints of gold to her
mahogany-brown hair.
“No, I’m going to meet Father at
St. Gabriel's,” she answered casu
ally, having discerned a light in his
eyes which she found a little dis
turbing.
She was, he knew, evading the
real issue.
‘ And after tnat.' ne prompted.
"I’m flying north with Father in
the morning." she announced. She
found the courage, as she said it.
to meet his gaze.
‘‘What made you change your
mind?" asked Slade, puzzled by her
loyalty to a life that was giving her
so little of what other women clam
ored for.
“Father isn’t young any more. He
can’t keep on forever. I was hop
ing he'd give up a sort of work
that’s too hard for him."
“And too hard for you," pro
claimed Slade. He was remember
ing, at the moment, how she and the
Flying Padre had been grounded by
a blizzard, the winter before, and
had kept life in their bodies by din
ing on their own mukluks of un
tanned sealskin, well boiled.
That, Slade told himself, was no
life for a girl. She was of too fine a
fiber for such frontier roughness. It
impressed him as too much like try
ing to grow a flower in a stamping
mill.
"Did your father ask you to stay
on?" Slade questioned.
“He’d never do that,” was her
prompt reply. “He’s too big and
fine to let his own interests come
first."
“Of course,” said Slade, wonder
ing if there was a hidden reproof
in that reply.
“But I was hoping,” Lynn con
tinued, “that Father would give up
lying and settle down.”
Slade's smile was brief and slight
ly bitter.
“That,” he affirmed, "is some
thing not easy to get out of your
system.”
"You’ll have to, some day,” she
reminded him.
He seemed to catch a faint glim
mer of hope from that.
“There’s only one thing,” he said,
“could ever turn me into a chair
warmer.”
"What?” she asked.
“You,” he answered with unex
pected grimness.
She did not look up at him. But
she quickened her stride a little.
"I thought we weren’t going into
that again.”
He knew it was useless to argue
the point But that newer look of
firmness in her face brought an an
swering firmness to his own slightly
rebellious lips. For at the back of
his mind lurked a suspicion that
more and more refused to stay
down.
“Were you going to the front be
cause Barrett Walden was there?”
he asked. It was his etfort to keep
all trace of bitterness out of his
voice, apparently, that brought a
small and womanly smile to Lynn’s
lips.
“Barrett Walden’s not at the
front,” she said. “He's in an in
struction camp at Aldershot.”
"But he wanted you to go over
seas?” pursued her none too happy
companion.
“Barrett’s been a very good friend
to Father. He’s never forgotten that
Dad saved his life, and—’’
“And you were his nurse at Fort
St. John for four weeks,” cut in
the unhappy Slade.
“Father," Lynn was saying, "is
very fond of Barrett. And Barrett
feels the same way about the
Padre.” She walked on in silence for
a moment. "He’s been trying to
get him a berth in the Department
of Mines at Ottawa.”
“Where he'd mope like a caged
eagle,” was Slade’s slightly embit
tered comment.
“He’s not the moping kind,” pro
tested the girl.
Slade made no comment on that.
He remembered the flash of fire
from those same eyes when he had
once spoken of the Flying Padre’s
occupation as quixotic.
“A flyer never wants to give,up,”
he observed.
Lynn came to a stop. The face
she turned to her companion was a
clouded one.
“That’s what frightens me, Alan,”
she quietly acknowledged. “They
don't always stop in time.”
“The Padre knows the ropes all
right,” Slade protested.
“But something happened last
month,” the girl was saying, “when
we were flying in to Coronation. It
was good weather and everything
was going nicely, with Father at the
controls. Then I saw that some
thing was wrong. I had to jump in
and straighten out the ship. Father,
all of a sudden, didn’t know where
he was. Everything went blank,
for a moment or two. He said, lat
er, it was like a switch turned off
and then turned on again. But things
like that mustn’t happen to a flyer.”
Slade shrugged and smiled, merci
fully intent on easing the concern
out of her eyes.
"There’s many a bush flyer gets
over-tired,” he casually affirmed.
"That’s what Father said. He
claimed he’d been careless about his
eating and had been going too hard.
But when I saw him with those
empty eyes and that cold sweat on
his face, I knew it went deeper
than he pretended.”
Slade forced a laugh.
“He's clipped many a cloud since
then. And he’ll keep going until
they ground him for old age.”
The clouded hazel eyes searched
his face.
“But can’t you see, Alan, what
I’m fighting for? Can’t you under
stand how we all want security?
How, when we love someone, we
have to think of his future?"
Slade looked down into the hazel
eyes. Their loveliness sent a wave
of recklessness through him.
"It’s your future I’d rather think
of,” he asserted.
But the girl with the clouded eyes
didn’t seem to hear him.
“I’m all Father has now "
(TO BF. CONTI\I FO’
Fitted Suits Are Favored by
Those Who Really Want to Swim
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
DLAY clothes are In a very color
* ful and versatile mood this sea
son, and swim suits are no excep
tion to the rule. It adds to the zest
of things that bathing suit fashions
present two distinct trends to be
considered, for dressmaker fabric
types vie with body-molding wool
knits.
With some the selecting of swim
suits is a matter of picturesque garb
which spends more hours on the
beach in the style parade than in
the water. To these the dressmaker
styles which play up novelty and fab
ric dramatically make definite ap
peal.
Then there are the real swimmers
who go in for health and exercise
and trophies and who want suits
which give perfect freedom of action
to the body. To these fearless
divers and swimmers it is the suit
of wool knit which makes appeal.
It is efficiency they demand for their
suit, with color glory and chic styling
added. They will find all they long
for in the handsome yet practical
fashions illustrated in the above pic
ture. The designing of these mod
els manages the task of allowing
freedom of movement while remain
ing perfectly molded to the figure.
Favored by real swimmers is the
one-piece suit pictured to the right.
This bright red ribbed knit, subtly
elastic and flexible, is a master
piece. The adroit shirring is brought
up into a pretty bow effect at the
front, at the same time that it makes
the suit conform to the body. Thus
it meets the ideal of the ardent en
thusiast who is battling with the
waves.
Just as the plaid sweaters scored
big last season the Argyle plaid
wool knit swim suits like that pic
tured to the left in the group are
triumphantly in the lead this sum
mer. This one-piece suit with front
skirt is a real swimmer, and it
rides on the crest of the wave of
fashion as well as on the waves of
the ocean. You can get it in muted
colors or in bright, lush colors that
are thrilling.
The young and sleek two-piece
red and white striped wool suit cen
tered in the group has all the char
acteristics which go to make up the
ideal garb for a swimming enthusi
ast. The texture is very new, being
a most interesting seersucker con
struction. Its amazing light weight
and its midriff treatment appeals to
the young set.
Amidst the confusion of play
clothes which crowd summer
beaches, one is impressed with the
number of two-piece novelties made
of jersey. An outstanding model is
in black and white striped jersey
with bare midriff and covered shoul
ders, the sleeves stopping midway
to the elbow.
The all-white vogue is represent
ed in many charming jersey suits.
Especially charming is the white
jersey, the halter-neck top of which
is cut out at the front midriff only.
Bowknots in contrasting jersey are
appliqued here and there.
While there is still a limited sup
ply of rubber bathing caps to be
had comes the comforting news that
substitute, rubberless caps are be
ing produced. These are of cotton
treated with pyroxiline to make
them weatherproof. And that goes
to prove once again that “necessity
is the mother of invention.”
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
Wine and Gray
Wine and gray checked cotton
gingham makes this jacket dress
for town wear. There are interest
ing details that give this stunning
outfit distinction. The beautifully cut
jacket has bias bands of the ging
ham on pockets and cuff*. The bias
idea is carried out, also, in the
pleated skirt and the jabot. A very
significant detail is this jabot, for
it is an innovation for it to be of
self fabric. This technique has been
used successfully by • leading de
signer for lightweight cloth suits.
Gray Chambray Is
Ideal for Summer
Refreshingly new and ultra chic
is the suit or dress made of cham
bray in a "Puritan” gray that is
lovely for summer. Favor for this
gray washable is sweeping through
style centers at the moment, the
grays challenging the much-talked
of town blacks to a lively contest.
Women love the new gray cham
brays, because, for one reason
among many, they launder so easily
and exquisitely. Then, too, they
yield so attractively to white ac
cents, and they have that immacu
late looking way about them that
is so much sought for by women
who dote on a perfectly groomed ap
pearance.
A new styling given to a gray
chambray dress buttons the sur
plice bodice over to the left under
arm with large white pearl buttons
running down the skirt to the hem
line. The message of gray satin
for afternoon dresses is also being
broadcast through fashion circles,
but of course these are for “date”
wear and such.
The gray chambrays are so def
initely practical for all-purpose
wear they'll prove a constant source
of joy.
Two-Piece Ensemble Has
W ide Scarf for a Jacket
When the fall season gets in swing
one of the sights you’ll see that’s
good for the eyes is the tweed two
piece ensemble that college girls
will adore.
It has a tweed skirt finished off
with self fringe (the edge raveled)
up and down the wraparound edge
to the left. Instead of a jacket
there’s a wide, shawl-like scarf. The
shawl also has matching self-fringed
edges. Add a bright blouse to bring
| the costume to a perfect climax.
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WNU Features.
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Fly Is Paralysis Carrier
Discovery that common flies
carry the virus of infantile paral
ysis has been made by Drs. John
L. Paul and James D. Trask at
Yale university medical school.
It is now evident that poliomye
litis (infantile paralysis), which
cripples 10,000 persons and kills
from 500 to 1,000 every year, is a
disease of the intestinal tract as
w^ll as the spinal cord, and that
flies may carry the virus from
sewage.
The discovery of Drs. Paul and
Trask makes the common house
fly more than ever an enemy to
health and even to life itself,
especially among children.
Acid Indigestion
What man▼ Doctors do for it
When exreu stomach add causes gu, *our stomach
or heartburn, doctors prescribe the fastest-aetisf
medicines known for symtomatic relief—medidnes
like those in Bell-ana Tablets. No laxative. If poor
very first trial doesn't prove Bell-ans better, return
bottle to us and ret double jour money back, 25c.
Seek Ore in Darkness
Scheelite, the chief tungsten ore
in the United States, is often
searched for in pitch darkness with
the aid of a portable ultraviolet
light. When thrown on the ore,
this black light causes it to glow
with a distinct fluorescence.
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