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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, TUESDAY, APRIL 9, 1929 ° The Make-Believe Wife By Kathleen Norris About A Young Girl Who Masried Her Employer. CHAPTER XXX "You haven't made a mess of hing at alll" Hugh sald decid y. "We've all managed to make a mess of things for you. I wish 1 wish you would gn shout a little more, Bee, with girls your own age --to matinees and lunches at the club--that sort of thing," he diver- ged, after a pause, For some reason this hurt her, and tears came to her eyes, "1 hate girls my own age, Hugh --most of them aran't out of eol- lege yet!" "1 know, I know," he said, in quick sensitiveness. "That's jost-- Just it. You oughtn't to be expect- Jef to go about with Minnie and Harriet!" sphe children are wonderful, and ¥ love Minnie and Harriet!" Beat- rice insisted stoutly "If--Iif you were happy, Hugh," she added wist- tully, "I'd be perfectly harpy, 1 never get tired of books and walks and lectures and--" Her voice thickened. "And meeting you!" Bad been the concluding words, but they emerged only an indistinet fumble. . #T will be happy, dear," he sald, sEyerything will siraightened out, and you will be running round pick- ing oranges, and eating figs and sand dabs--" ' "hey sound like spiders!" "But they're really nice little flat white fish--deliclous fish." Hugh pegan to beat on her hand Jightly; his voice was low and steady in the dark. "And you'll write me let- ters," he said in his pleasant, en- couraging voice. Beatrice's face was wet, She spoke carefully. "Was it--was it Icsing the plans that made everything seem to gO wrong just lately, Hugh?" she ask- ed. "Or is it Bert?" "1¢ isn't either, Bae, It's Just that I've begun to ese things in a different way--perhaps---" Hugh's voice died into a silence, and for a little neither spoke "1 wish we need never have the lights," Beatrice sald presently, *pecause I feel--I feel nearer to you--safer--now than I've felt for a long, long time!" "Ag to the plans," Hugh 'sald, following his own thought, after another long Interval', "from the beginning I've known who hid them Bee." I "Hugh!" she breathed, panting, "Yeg I knew Bert had hid them, kuew it that very firai night," Hugh went on. "Oh, Hugh, no!" "I think so." "Rut why--but why?' she stam- mered. 'That very first might," Hugh repeated, "something in his manner struck me. I thought It over, and I knew it was Bert" "But--but what motive--'" Beat- rice gasped. "What motive?" Hugh echoed dreamily, and was silent. "Why should he, Hugh? Oh Hugh, you're wrong Whatever the explanation is, that fen't ft!" Beatrice exclaimed eagerly. "He wouldn't! He conldn't! Bert's cragy--he's spoiled, in a way. but fe couldn't do that:" "At first," Hugh pursued, as If she had not spoker, "I thousht I would speak to him cbout it. And then I thought, no, that would ac- complish nothing. He wouldn't ad- mit it. But I was mors or less confirmed in my opinion with every word that he said ahout it. And the days went by and the time was up for the Memoria! contest, end thought to myself, 'If I ask him now, he'll know I'm too 'ate. and he'll have all the more reason to stick to his story!' bo "And them--when it = was late--it came to me where were," Hugh said. "Where they were!" whispered sharply. "Yes. I thought that out, tro. I remembered that afternoon when we discovered the loss, avd how Nelly had told us that Bert had come home to lunch and had had a sandwich, or somethinz, and I fol- lowed Bert's train of thought. He would have driven over from moth- or's in his car, because he had come down to lunch with her andi they had all moved into toxn--do you remember? Well, I figured that he would park his car just where he always does, on th? grass by the old barn, and then when he came out of the house, with the plang, he would look up at that stable roof, above the old hayloft, and think what a place to thrust that roll those old sbhwebby raf- ters would be! "The idea only came 5 me about ten days ago, and I drove down to Spy Lake that afternoon," said Hugh. "I parked near tne old barn, and walked in the door, and climb- ed up on two or three bales of hay that were thers, end put my hand on them as calmly as I'd take a hat off a shelf!" "Too late!" Beatrice sald, hard- ly above a breath, "Too late." "And you mean that vou have those plans now!" Beatrice whisgp- too they Healrice ered. ; "I have them now." "And you didn't tell me!" "I felt too / badly about it, Bee. Besides, what was the use" For a few minutes she was sil. ent. "But Bert didn't do {t!"* she sald, then, positively, . "Hugh, Hugh, why should he!" "Possibly," Hugh's voice said slowly, "he did not want me--want us--to go to California this year." Beatrice was stricken -ilent; she felt as if her heart must step beat- ing, for fear. Immediately--it wag as if she sould feel him gathering force in the darkness--Hugh was his consider- ate self again. mmm -- "Here, your hands ave ecld-- why, you're shaking all over, Bee!" he exclaimed. A moment later We had touched a switeh, and here and there in the comfortable, book-lin. ed room lamps suddenly bloomed, "Shall I get Nelly--do you want a hot-water bag?" he said, "I'm go- ing to bathe~--there's no reason why you shouldn't lie there for another hour, and get to sleep, it you can; it's only five o'clock, and we're not dining until half past seven, Don't we go out tonight?" : "We're dining with Judge and Mrs. Lambert," Beatrice, zettling down under her silk cover, answ- ered. "No, don't call Nelly, Hugh. But give me my elepgtric heater-- it's right there in my dresring-room --and I'll be warm in ne time!" "I'll have this fire built up--" he said, ringing a bell, going to- ward her dressing-room, where he found the electric heater, and, tak- fng it from its shelf in. the big, white, spacious closet, chanced to glance down at the floor and saw her neat little brown overshoes-- Bee's overshoes, une tumbled down and one standing erect, and both wet! There was no misteke about it: 1ittle pools of rain water hag form- ed around them on the white tiled floor, He did not come into Bee's dres- sing-room twice in a year, But he come in here to-day-- . He laid down the foot warmer he carried and picked up one of the shoes. Cold and soaking. A minute later her brought her the heater and .knalt to atiaeh the lug. Bee thanked him sleepily; she had béen nervous and cold and un- easy all day, but now Hugh was home, and Nelly laying a fire, and everything--for the moment, any- way, all right again, It wag more than an hour later that she suddenly spraag up. with the hurry of one who had dawdled to the danger point, and, beginning her own dressing In made haste, went to Hugh's open dressing-rocom decor, to see why he was go unaatur- ally quiet, and to remind alm of the time. The sight of him struck a chill to her heart, even though thera was nothing startling in his attitude. He was merely standing quiet, mo- tionless, at the window---not look- ing out, for obviously, even with the low light that was in the room, he could see nothing but a dim re- flection in the streaming dark panes, But he was :n the position ofa person looking out of a wind- oow, his arms folded, his head drop- ped forward, his eyes--fo= ho was half facing Beatrice as she came in, end she could see them---closed to slits. "Hugh, aren't you going to Judge I. mbert's dinner?" He turned at the sound of her frightened voice, and she saw that his face was that of a stricken man, But, immediately, in his mormal tones, he answered that he would begin 'dressing at once, and as he moved from dresser to closet, open- 'ing and closing doors, Beatrice after a moment's trouhled watching, withdrew to finish her own dvess- ling. They started for their dinner party at a quarter past seven, in silence. Judge and Mrs. Laugert were the richest persons in North Un- derhill. Mrs, Lambert, who as the dashing and beautiful Nettie Cou- zens, had been heiress to an old mining grandfather, was naturally known as the "girl who owned a county." Now, in her fat end com- fortable fifties, she lived in an Ital- fan villa incongruously situated at Washington and South E. Streets, mispronounced French and Ttalian words cheerfully and fluently, and was interested chiefly in dicts and bridge. But she loved to entertain, and the handsome old dignified judge loved to entertain. Tonight the Lamberts' guest of honor was a genator-elect, and they had spared neither pains aor money to entertain hi mfittingly, Forty nine persons sat down to 'he elabor- ate dinner, and at 'east that many more came in afterward for the dance. N CHAPTER XXXI Beatrice was placed between her old friend Dr. Bingham, who had taken care of her during her iliness last spring, and a nice young Mr. Peterson, who appeared to be a sort of secretary or confidental clerk to the senator-elect, Far down the royally broad and glitter- ing, flowered an candle-lighted table she could see Hugh's hand. some, sleek head, respectfully bent toward Mrs. Senator-elect, who was his left-hand neighbor. Hugh, she thought--there was no one.in the world like him; there was no face in the world whose axpression was at once so grave and so pleasant, so serious and yet so sweet. Beatrice was by far the youngest person at the table. "The youngsters are coming in later to dance," she told Tom Pet- erson. "I only ranked a dinner in- vitation because of my hushand." "your husband! I thought you 'were Miss Challoner; I thought you weren't much more than a little girl!" the secretary said. "Oh, no. I'm very much mar- led. There--that's Hugh--that's Mr. Challoner down there next to Mrs. Estee." ! "Ik that so?" To masked, inspect- ing Hugh. "That rather quiet middle-aged man the husband of this prilliant girl in blue velvet!" Tom reflected. "Are you from North Underhill, Mrs, Challoner?" he went on. "Oh, yes--born here. My father was a surgeon and they said that he would have gone a Jong way in his profession," Beatrice explain- ed, turning her candi blue - eyes my mother had quite a time look- ing out for my sister and me," she finished, with a little laugh, "1 see." Tom sald quite truthful. ly. Theat explained it. Nobody in connection with the stunning young red-headed §ioaturs was naving quite a time now, that was obvious, Wealth spoke in every 'ine of her -her shining hair, her smooth skin, her flowing, exquisite gown of dark-blue velvet and the line of fine pearls about her white throat, Her hand looked young, iu its plain gold ring and guardian emerald, * your mother in North Underhill?" he asked. "No, my sister wasn't at all well, 80 ghe and my mother have gone to California, It seems a long time!" "I see," young Peterson sald again, adding, "you'll have to get out to California, for I can assure Airs, Challoner!" he smiled. "Oh, Imay go," Beatrice answ- ered. But her heart gave a strange little sinking twist as she said it, and she looked again toward Hugh, "Not long now, Hugh", her soul said to him--*"not long now before we can talk honestly, dear, and clear this all up!" To Beatrice the dinjier dance was all a blur, a strange, bright, trou- blesome dream from which there seemed to be no awakening. There was dancing, talking, dan. cing. Beatrice eould not see Hugh anywhere. A clock---a grandfath. er's clock too old, too scarred, too dsicolored and shabby to be any- thing but perfectly new---said twenty minutes to eleven,,..to twelve....to one. Twenty minutes to one o'clock! How early could ong decently go home? "Bee," said Bert's volce, beside her. "Bert!" ghe caught at Wis arm, "I wanted to see yon. Where can we go? I have to talk to you," "Listen; I've got a fob," ac sald, Beatrice fixed him with bright, attentive eyes. "Anway?" she asked, frowning faintly as she ponderel it. "Anyway." "Well, I think you're wise, Bert, I know you are!" she conieded briefly. Her eyes were abstract ed. "But, anyway--I have to talk to you," she repeated, "Hugh is in a terrible state of mind, Bert, I don't know what he's Tot hold of, or thinks he's got hald of--=" "Isn't there anything smaller than the main concourse of the Grand Certral In this place? Be you suppose they have a jam closet or a bathrom or something that you don't have to have a flivver to get round in?" She laughed shaklly, Liysterically. Their hostess, ambling by, was way- laid by Bert for information. "They say he's crazy about her, and, my Lord, you can't blame kim!" Mrs. Lambert thought even while she amiably directed them to a "den," back of the main "liber- ry," where Pa often went to smoke. Bert and Beatrice had left and were following her directions and presently Bert partad the Leavy tapestry curtains that concealed the door of the "den," and 'hey went through quickly and quietly into a dimly lighted small room where there were pipe racks and a deep leather couch and a fire. Instantly Beatrice, who entered first, saw that the room was already occupied, and half \ucned to draw back, A woman in white was sit- ting on the low-backed iecather couch before the fire, with tne spangles on her gown twinkling In the soft lamp-light, and a man with her, seated on the same couch, with his body squared about so that he faced the woman, with his pack to- ward the door. Mrvs. Kavanaugh and Hugh! Bert following Deatrice, them,~they all saw each other, It was too late to retreat now, al- though Beatrice was conscious of a sick terrifiéd conviction thet re- treat was still their only course. But she came slowly in, Bert pe. bind her, and Hugh rose and gave her his seat courteously, as if he had expected her, and she sat down. "Hello, Dad!" Bert exclaimed hardily, discovering his father, "Come in," Hugh said, after a second's pause, 'Come in, We-- we were talking about you." Neith- er of the women spoke. But Aileen Kavanaugh gave a little flicker of laughter--a schoolgirl snicker that grated on Beatrice's nerves like a file. Against the shadow behing her, and the dark leather of the couch and the dark blue of her velvet gown, her own face looked pale and strained. But the light found her hair, and. played and g!°, mered there strangely, mysteriously, turn- ing it into an aureole. Both the men sat down; Alleen turned in her white hands the littie frilled bouquet of roses and maid- enhair and pinks that she Lad been carrying all evening, "We were taking about you," Hugh sald again. And, turning to Bert, he sald lightly, significantly, "I was just going to tell Aileen that I had found my plank, after hall." "Found your plans!" Aileen en claimed. "Why Hugh, I didn't know that. Why, Hugh, I didn't know that! When, bn earth--" Bert was staring at his father blankly. "How do you mean you've found your plans?" he demanded bluntly and rudely. "T mean I went to the place they had been put, and found them," Hugh explained, with a level 100k. Bert's stupetield glance went to Beatrice, "Did you know that?" "Yes, I--he told ms this alter- neon." "Too late?" Bert asked, struck. "Too late, naturally," Hugh said, a little grimly. "They weren't burned, then? TI always sort of thought they had been burned," Bert murmured, amazed eyes still on ais tatler. "No, they weren't burned, Bert." "Gosh, that ig tough luck, Dad!" saw the boy exclaimed youthfully, shak- - you your people won't come back, || 0 his head. Bea who was deathly white, saw that Hugh was trembling. His vcice shaking too, shaking with, passion, as he leancd toward his son and H "No, Bert, my boy. Don't-----don't take that tone with me! It's too late, I understand-----I'm not angry. But trust me, Bert. Don't--don't hurt me any more than you've got to hurt me!" "What are you talking about?" Bert demanded. ) '(To be continued.) WORTH WICIONS STARTED IN "TEENS t Thomas B. Hick, is World's Greatest Individual Oil Operator Oklahoma City, Okla., April 10 --Thomas B. Slick, the world's greatest individual oil operator, who has sold his mid-continent holdings to the Prairie Oil and Gas Company for between $30,000,000 and $40,000,000 turned to the oil fields for adventure while in his 'teens. Born 45 years ago in the heart ot a rich ofl district, in Clarion, Pa., and reared with the throbbing of the pumps always in his ears, Slick fought through early hardships to win his place in the industry. Af- ter working as teamster and tool dresser to earn enough money for his start as a lease buyer, he drilled two dry holes before striking ofl. Ever since his second "duster" Slick's good fortune in "wildeat" territory has been proverbial among oil men, He drilled in one produc- er after another with almost un- canny regularity. The Cushing field, which Slick entered when it was still "rank wildcat," gave him his first big profits. Since then he has kept just ahead of 'the pay," pioneer- ing in virtually every field of the state. Recently he had a prominv ent part in the development of Sedgwick County area near Wich- ita, Kans. Cold and firm, Slick has a repu- tation for saying just what he means, His first offer is always his last, although if he needs a lease to complete a project he has been known to say "write your own price." He never has been known to back down, no matter how large the amount. REGARDS SEASON WITH OPTIMISM E. S. Barnard, American League President Thinks . Future Very Bright New Orleans, La., April 10--E. S. Barnard, president of the Ameri- can League, looks at a clear base- ball sky with not a cloud in sight. The chief, returning north after a long jaunt through the south where baseball is king of the spring, can find no fault with the situation, President Barnard, who has re- tained his enthusiasm for baseball through the stages of player, coach, sports writer, minor and major lea~ gue club team president, and to the top as league president, thinks the American will have a 'great race." "I do not see how it can miss," he. said, with a smile of anticipa- tion. 'The Yankees and the Athle- tics certainly will be as strong as they were last year. St. Louis seems to have added some strength, Washington was going strong at the close, Chicago uncovered addl- tional strength at the end and has more now, and Detroit, Cleveland and Boston show every indication of definite and decided improve- ment. "It is a healthy sign that the clubs who have not been go fortun- ate in results in recent years have not waited for the leaders to come back to them but have taken steps to catch up with the procession. Suffered for IRR CN "After the birth of my second child, I was always feeling tired, nerv- ous and weak and had headaches, backaches and terrible pains every month. I suffered two years before 1 tried Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. I got four bottles at firse and it did me a world of good. 1 would not be without it in the house now, and have another six bottles in. I recommend it to every woman I know."--Mrs. T. Bawit, Box 114, Asbo Mines, Qutb. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound spirit of camaraderie. § Coloured lights, and laughter; streamers and serpentines, balloons, | favours, and the magic of music and dance. ¥ \Pleaty of recreationona Cunarder, Sail Cunard? -- Book through The Robert Reford Co., Limited, Cor. Bay and Wellington Sts., Toronto (Tel. Ein 3471), or any sicomship x CUNARD Weekly Sailings to Eur- bide long yf Trl Montreal (and Quebec) CANADIAN SERVICE A 8.308 Cabin, Tourist Third Cabin and Third Clase PRINGESS PROVES KING'S BEST TONI Elizabeth Talks Over With Sailor Grandfather Sea's Mysteries London, Apr. 10--All the King's doctors and all the Xing's men couldn't have put England's mon= arch so happily on the road to re- covery as a little three-year-old girl has done. As a result, the darling of the British public's heart is Princess Elizabeth, third lady of this land she is preceded in rank only by her grandmother, Queen Mary, and by her mother, the Duchess of York. King George is making his slow recovery to normal strength and health at Craigwell House down at Bognor. But time hangs heavily on his hands. He is being spared the perusal of bundles of state pa- pers, which used to take up so much of his days. He got "fed up' with simply sitting in an in- valid's chair in the sun room and looking out at the sea. King Was Bored The King was bored, plainly bored. Then came a happy thought. The Duke and Duchess of York were going to Norway to attend the wedding of the Crown Prince of that country. They would send Princess Elizabeth down to Craig- well House to prattle to her grand- father. The King has always been fond of children. Princess Elizabeth and he are tremendous pals, and she is now just at the age when she says many delightful things. For instance, there is a yarn being passed around the upper cir- cles which shows that the little Princess is not going to suffer boredom without a protest. + A Frank Dismissal A very important woman called at the home of the Duke and Duch- ess of York. While waiting to see the Duchess, at her own request, she was ushered into the play rooms of the Princess. She asked a few banal questions, which the little girl politely answered. Theu the caller came to the end of her string and a long and painful si- lence ensued. "This lady wants to go home." The little girl was carefully coached before she went to Bognor, "Granpa' had been sick. "'Granpa" would not be well enough to play 'bears' with her, one of their fa- vorite romping games. But that was all right. She had lots to tell him. There was Christmas, for in- stance. "Granpa" had been. {ll then, so she had news about the new additions to her nursery fam- ily. And she took the King in on a tremendous secret, It seems that one of her nurses had finally ex- plained to her that she had a very exalted rank, She summed it up for "Granpa" in a sentence: First Visit To Sea "Me - Lisbeth--Princess." Then the little girl looked out of the window and she had lots to discuss with "'Granpa." It was the first time in her life that she had seen the sea and the fogs on it and the strand of fine sand on its shores. These things gave rise to endless questions which '"Granpa' could answer, because he used to be a sailor. : So the King spent happy hours trying to convey to her child mind how much water there is in the sea and what strange fish live in it and what big ships it bears on its waves, The sand intrigued BElizdbeth so much that the very next day "Gan- ma" went down to Bognor and shopped. She bought, various molds, and a little pail and 'shovel, and that afternoon, when the sun was warmest, the little Princess with one of her nurses spent a happy hour on the sands. That led to more excited conver- gations with "Granpa" the next day, and everyone at Bognor says she has been the best tonic the dangerous illness, FIVE POWERS T0 HOLD PARLEY ON DISARMAMENT Chairman Brittain of U. S. Naval Committee Says Plan is Assured (By Press Leased Wire) a A en he egations from the leg- islative establishments of the five world powers in August to discuss further limitation of naval arma- ments is described by Chairman Britten of the nayal committee, ini- of the plan, as "an assured The meeting, he says, will take place at Biarritz, France, Aug. 2I, or at Geneva, Aug. 25, after the annual session of the Inter-Parlia- mentary Union. Groups from the British parliament, the Japanese diet, and the French and Italian cham- bers of deputies will attend, he as- serts, in addition to nine or ten members of the United States sen- ate and house. SLOTTED WINGS ON PLANES OF BENEFIT Official Tests Show New Devices Enable Plane To Take off in 50 Feet Philadelphia, Pa., April 10, -- What an airplane can do when equipped with slotted wings was demonstrated recently at the Phil- adelphia Navy Yard. In the first official tests here of the British invention a naval fighting plane took off at an angle of 45 degrees, demonstratea its ability to keep from stalling, turn- ed around on its wheels and per- formed a number of regulation manoeuvres. A Curtiss Seahawk was used, with Lieutenant Colonel Carl Harper at the controls. Slotted wooden wings project- ing from the plane's main wings enabled the Seahawk to take off in less than 50 feet in contrast to the usual 300 feet, and the ascent was comparable to that of an auto- gyro. For the take-off Lieutenant Har- per put on the brakes, raised the plane's tail off the ground, and gave the engine the "gun." Sev- eral take-offs were made the plane starting on an almost vertical ascent, Landings, it was said, can be made at greatly reduced speed. By Manipulating the trail up and throwing the slotted wings out it was possible to move on one wheel, the other remaining almost sta- tionary. 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