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X, '■' ; Wv \ xf" v {THE REMARKABLE ROMANCE OF AN INDUSTRIAL DICTATOR Velvet and Steel By PEARL BELLAIRS SYNOPSIS Joan Denby of humble origin, is introduced introduced as a social equal of Miss Georgina La Fontaine, rather than as her secretary. She meets Piers Hannen, millionaire, who forces his attentions on her. Lord Edwards proposes to *°Joan leaves Miss La Fontaine to become become a mannequin at the Salon Celeste, piers Hannen takes Joan and her family 3?or a cruise aboard his yacht. "You can if you're old Uncle Charles Hannen, with five millions in the bank. He wanted to harden me--he'd have said that he did it on principle. And it did harden me. I'm hard, aren't I?" "How dreadful!" said Joan. She felt so angered against his uncle, and so filled with pity for Hannen, in spite of herself, that she could hardly speak. "Why?" "Would you treat a child like that?" "No." "It is dreadful! I hate to think "Of what?" "Of you ... "Being leathered with a dog whip ? Why, on several occasions you would have liked to have done it yourself!" "I'm very sorry in that case," said Joan, sincerely. He looked at her searchingly in the gloom, and queried lightly : "Is this pity--so akin to love? But I don't want that sort of love," ho added, and then asked: "Do you think that I'm so warped, Joan, by my fearful upbringing, 'dreadful/ you call it--that no one will ever love me?" "Don't be silly," said Joan. But ghe did at that moment feel a re. luctant yearning towards him, a mad impulse to make amends ; as some one might stand on the threshold of Niagara, fancying a plunge into the depths, she imagined for an instant yielding to the personal force of him which frightened her so . . . But the moment passed unknown to him, for he was thinking about the rapidly rising wind. "We're in for a storm," he said. It grew wilder as they took thr- road back to Tangi.ers; thick .'■louri*-. obscured the moon, the wind blustered, blustered, and the chauffeur got out and put up the hood of the car. By the time they had arrived at the hotel the wind was a shrieking gale. "Will it be terribly rough going out in the launch ?" Joan asked, when he took her inside and ordered ordered coffee for her. "I'm going down to the harbour now, to f sec how it looks," Hannen said, "I suppose there's no possibility of it being too rough for us to go out?" "It's rather worse than I thought that it was going to be," he admitted. admitted. "But don't worry. We won't go out if it looks too bad. . . "But we must go out!" Joan said. He smiled at that, and observed that one must put life before convention; convention; with this disconcerting remark remark he left her, and she sat alone in the hotel lounge, where, the curtains curtains were billowing and blowing about in the windows. Her heart beat rather hard as she wondered what was going to happen. Had. he known, she wondered, that this storm was going to be so bad ? Had the whole thing been a trick? She had not brought any money with her; she was alone, stranded, and at Hannen's mercy in a strange foreign town. The Moorish waiter who brought her coffee and took it away again, softly and silently, with the whites of his eyes gleaming in 'his dark face, made her feel still more uneasy. She went out to the terrace and looked ; at the harbour, but it was too da rk 'ow to see anything; anything; one could see'lights bobbing about out then , but»*ne could not pick out the limits of the Corsair, and the wind was. howling in a fashion fashion which suggested that there was a raging sea down there in the black harbour. At last Hannen came, after being being away for over an hour. His face was a study. "I'm afraid, we're done!" he said. "It's pot too rough, is it? I don't mind about it being rough," Joan said,, hastily, though she rather rire ded facing the stormy sea out the, e in the Corsair's launch. " t is rough," he Said. "But that's noV the point--even if we could do it it would be no good. The Corsair has put out to sea!" "Do you mean that--she's gone?" "Yes. Ancett signalled the harbour, harbour, with a flash signal, that the yacht was dragging her moorings and he was going to take her out to sea to prevent her being run ashore. Apparently she began to drag as soon, as the wind got up, for the hand who brought the launch back had a message from Ancett to say that we'd better go out at once as he didn't think she would be able to lie there much longer. Unfortunately Unfortunately we had already gone in the car, and he had to take her out without us. I herewith apologise," Hannen ended drily, "and acknowledge acknowledge that a boat does sometimes drag her anchor in, a high wind; and that I ought to have remembered that, and not risked the car drive!" Joan looked at him hard, with a chill little smile on her lips. "Did you arrange this?" she asked asked quietly. "1 might one day arrange something something of the sort if things go on any longer as they are!" he said coolly. "But I give you my word of honour, I did not arrange this. I don't--" he waved his hand, "conjure "conjure storms and winds out of the sky!" Joan smiled, forced to believe him; and after a pause she asked, as casually as possible: "What are you going to do?" "Oh, Ancett will bring her in again in the morning---these storms are usually brief . Until then, I'm afraid we'll have to stay where we are. Terribly awkward, I know, but what must be, must be. You had better have a room, here--I'll go and find a berth for myself somewhere else. You won't be afraid of staying here alone ?" "No!" This time her smile was radiant, radiant, as she realised that her fears about his lack of scruple had been rather absurd. "How nice!" he said drily, though obviously he was pleased. "To see yep smile like that! But I said, you know, that I'm perfectly harmles s--to-night ! " (To Be Continued) THE OLD-STYLE SPELLING BEE (Owen Sound Sun-Times) The Botary Club of the town of I Simcoe staked something new in Norfolk county when a picked lot of champion spellers from all parts of the county participated in a spelling match to determine the county championship, senior and junior. Something new in a way; but really a revival of a very old- fashioned form of entertainment. Back in the olden days spelling matches, or spelling bees, were quite popular; but in recent year they have practically disappeared as a Friday afternoon feature in some of the public schools. They were good fun and it was next to marvelous to look on arid see difficult word after difficult word spelled correctly until one wondered when someone would slip. And there was always a long battle at the end, often ending in a draw, when the star spellers were left alone to uphold uphold the honor of their side. Nowadays Nowadays one wonders how long a spelling spelling contest would last; for one of the penalties we seem to have paid for progress is loss of the knack-- or gift'---of correct spelling. The average business man has not time to bother about the correct spelling of a word---he dictates it to a stenographer stenographer and leaves it to her to do the rest. And the stenographer, if she is wise--and most of them are-- keeps a dictionary in her desk for use in cases of emergency. Spelling is rapidly becoming a lost art. People nowadays are looking for new ideas in the way of amusement; the endless round of teas, bridge and dancing becomes monotonous; amateur amateur plays demand practice; musical affairs, unless fairly high class, do not attract. Why does someone not try the old-fashioned spelling bee? It would be a drawing card, for instance, to stage a match between the City Council and the Board of Education or a picked team from the Board of Trade. The Service Clubs might fatten their exchequers by an inter-club tournament, Even a city spelling league might be organized. organized. Perhaps a restriction might be put on that school teachers and public school pupils be barred or handicapped. Tea at its Best mms TEA ' Grandma Lindstron Never Lost A Babj Aged Swedish Nurse Assiste; At More Than 100 Births NO letters after her name, nor specialist in obstetrics, yet she hi the credit of having brought moi 100 babies into the world succès! fully since she passed her 60th biri day. This is the record of "Grandma Lindstrom of the Athabaska distric who, now more than 80 has givJ up her work of love and care fj others which has taken her, at tira into bitter winter weather over mil of icÿ roads. No call from a fraj tic husband, whose wife was lyii alone in some lonely shack has evl been ignored by the old lady who known and loved by all the resides of the district for many miles. She came as a widow of 62 fre Sweden. From the time of her g rival Mrs, Lindstrom has been in cj mand as a midwife- Twenty yet ago, roads in the Athabaska distrj Were not what they are today, I no weather or roads were bad enori to stop her when he felt that her , ! sistance was needed. No student of medical books t, generally obliged to work in st ' lonely little log cabin, poorly beg and lighted only by a, coal oil "Grandma" Lindstrom has never lost a single baby, and on none of her cases has she ever had the assistance of the doctor. "Psychologists are still discovering discovering things that everybody knows and calling them by names that nobody knows."-- G. K. Chesterton. "The public can stand a- lot better motion pictures than it has repeived the opportunity to. appreciate."--H. G. Wells. : Wotk Their Way Around The World , An attempt to work their way around the world in ships is being made by two young Vancouver sisters. sisters. •-- ----. They are Clara "Wilson, a school teacher, and Kati^ inei a gtenogra-] And ilTESkes^rT^ the King's feun. . not fust "repoti; from top to bottom A » Writtan new machir every one. See u- State Make and B 1 Write Joh. 387 Central london, Oiu Climbs Mountains To Please Husband (From Edmonton Journal) The holder of the women's mountain mountain climbing record hates mountains and climbs them only to please her husband and children. This is not .gossip. It is the frank statement of Mme. Hettie Dyhrenfurth who, in 1934, reached the summit of Queen Mary peak in the Himalayas, a giant of 24,500 feet and outdid the mark of 22,900. feet set by the late Mrs. Bullock-Workmann in 1906. She says she thinks records. are silly. Sports should he for the fun of it and, in her opinion, there is no fun in mountain climbing. She gives a graphic description of the blizzard that caught the party at 24,000 feet on her record-breaking climb and which resulted in ten Germans being frozen to death. For nine days we stayed there, with avalanches roaring down the mountain, mountain, the snow so thick we couldn't see, no alcohol to cook on and the air so rare we could not make kindling burn and it took hours to bring water to a boil. We went around, puffing for air. 1 tell you it was awful. The only reason I went on up and broke the women's record was because I could, nut get back withoutiriavlhg some of the men take me back. "Se x I went on. 1 could hardly breathe. Whan we got to the top we could not everi'ïeë'ihe X view. I did all this for what? Toj break a record? Nonsense! And when; the photographer asked me to smile for a picture I boxed his ears, I was so mad. Mme. Dyhrenfurth explains, however, however, that if there is one thing greater, greater, in her life than her dislike for mountain climbing, it is her love for her husband. The latter, born in the; Alps and Commencing a distinguished climbing career at the age of ten, entertains the belief that the greatest greatest sport in the world lies on the peaks that have never been scaled. So his wife goes qü breaking records just because she knows it makes him happy. Unquestionably, back of her protestations, protestations, there is more than the obedience of a dutiful wife. Apart from record breaking, Mme. Dyhrenfurth Dyhrenfurth has made distinct contributions to the world's knowledge, and there must be a real satisfaction in such work whether one cares for the subject subject or not. Her frankness, however, causes one to wonder how the memoirs memoirs of the majority of men an' women who have done things, would read were they recorded with such unsparing honesty. How many public heroes would have failed the mark had they not feared a dressing-down at home more than they did the perils to which they set their faces? How; many games have been won because of love for another person rather than' love for the game itself? BIlBllillBillllBlllllBlip 1 §gfil || §1 Th- Book H