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A:- {THE REMARKABLE ROMANCE OF AN INDUSTRIAL DICTATOR V elvet and Steel By PEARL BELLÀIRS Tea at its Best wm m m m ®m «1 SYNOPSIS Joan Denby of humble origin, la introduced introduced as a social equal of Misa Georgina La Fontaine, rather than as her secretary. She meets Piers Barmen, millionaire, who forces bis attentions on her. Lord Edwards proposes to °Joun leaves Miss La Fontaine .to become become a mannequin at the Salon Celeste. Piers Hannen takes Joan and her fam y for a cruise aboard his yactit. 1'X" "Yon 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. Im 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 dreadf ul ! 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,*' he 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 she did at that moment feel a reluctant reluctant yearning towards him, a mad impulse to make amends; as someone someone 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 the road back to Tangier s; thick clouds 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 order ed coffee for her. "I'm, going down to the harbour now, to see 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 iii 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 Hanneri'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 dark now to see anything; anything; one could see lights bobbing about out there, but she could not pick out the lights, 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 not too rough, is it? I don't mind about it being rough," Joan said, hastily, though she . rather dreaded facing the stormy sea out there in the Corsair's launch. "It is rough," he said. "But that's not 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, "andacknowledge "andacknowledge 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. "I might one day arrange something something of the sort if thing's 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--" lie 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 u> 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 you smile like that! But. I said, you know, that I'm perfectly bannies s--to-night ! " (To Be Continued) THE OLD-STYLE SPEWING BEE (Owen Sound Sun-Times) • The Rotary Club of the town of 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 and 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 daricing 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 'XX " ' Education or a picked' team 'frdflr 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. W : mm ip W Æk fi» mm mm 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 be 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 clays we stayed there, with avalanches roaring down the moun tain, 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. I tell you it was awful. The only reason I went on up and broke the women's record was because I couid- not get back without having some of ■the men take me bur So I went on. Xeould- hardly .bfeSKV". When -we "got, to the top we could not "Aven uee the | --*) view. I did all this for what ? Toj break a record? Nonsense! And wheit; 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, boni 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 on breaking records just because she knows it makes him happy. Unquestionably, back of her protestations, protestations, there is more than the 1 obedience of a dutiful wife. Apart from record breaking, Mme. Dyhren- furth 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 and women who have done things would read were they recorded with such 1 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? ■IIIÜHüillBiülBIIIIIBIllllîlIWIlülBlliüÉIliüMÜipIllïSiiiliniiliBlIIIIHIIIIIHIIIIIBIfflHIIIlIBlIIIIBIlIBIlBIIIIIBIIIIIBIIII The Book Grandma Lindstrom Never Lost A Baby AgX Swedish Nurse Assisted At More Than 100 - Births NO letters after her name, nor a specialist in obstetrics, yet , she has the credit of having brought more 100 babies into the world successfully successfully since she passed her 60th birth day. This is the record of "Grandma" Lindstrom of the Athabaska district, who, now more than SO has given up her work of love and care for others which has taken her, at times into bitter winter weather over miles of icy roads. No call from a frantic frantic husband, whose wife was lying alone in some lonely shack has ever been ignored by the old lady who is known and loved by all the residents of the district for many miles. She came as a widow of 62 from Sweden, From the time of her arrival arrival Mrs. Lindstrom has been in demand demand as a midwife. Twenty years ago, roads in the Athabaska district were not what they are today, but no weather or roads were bad enough to stop her when he felt that her assistance assistance was needed. No student of medical books and generally obliged to work in some lonely little log cabin, poorly heated and lighted only by a coal oil lamp, "Grandma" Lindstrom has never lost a single baby, and on none of her cases has she ever had the assistance of the doctor. Work 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 M. Wilson, a school teacher, and Katharine, a stenographer. stenographer. They started out. on the first lap of their journey aboard the. British British freighter Harmatris, on which they signed as members of the crew, early last month. The Harmatris will take them to Sydney, N.S.W. From Sydney they hope to catch - beat for India or the west coast of Australie, work their way to South Africa and up the east coast of Africa and then go through Europe Europe and England, returning by New York and Montreal. The sisters said they had no special special motive for undertaking the adventure, adventure, except for the desire to "see the world." - « , | . [l. T ~--, "^ BY MA1R M. MORGAN "A VISIT TO AMERICA" by A. G. Macdonell (Macmillan's, Toronto) is delightful reading--one of the best, I think, of impressions gathered of that vast union of states, by a visiting visiting British author. Mr. Macdonell has a deep sense of humor combined with a keen insight of human nature. nature. One hilarious chapter deals with an afternoon's attendance at; a football game. He covers a vast amount amount of territory--New York, Baltimore, Baltimore, Chicago, - Salt Lake City, San Francisco and back. San Francisco evidently captured him completely. His recounter of the mad dash by auto, travelling at the rate of ninety ninety miles ub hour from San Francisco Francisco to Los Angeles is a hair-raising- episode. A perfect gift to any An glo-Saxon. King of England Still Crack Shot London. -- Despite his 70 years, King George still retains the keen eye and the steady hand that made him one of Britain's best shots, and certainly the best shot among the world's monarchs for years. Next to patching, shooting has always always been the King's favorite pastime pastime and he has a collection of guns almost comparable in value to his stamp collection. Whenever His Majesty gets away from the affairs of state at Buckingham Buckingham Palace and retires to his country estate at Sandringham, one of the first things he does, his health permitting, is to ride out to the fields in search of grouse and pheasants. And it takes a fast 'man to reload the King's gun. ing an unusual character of rare understanding. understanding. All pupils and teacher^ throughout the country should read it. "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 received the opportunity to appreciate."~ÆL G. Wells. 1 j I ^ la w r 1 «o's ""SMMjW . not jtvst '"repaired," but REBUILT trom top to bottom AT THE FACTORY. Written new machine guarantee with every one. Se* m or write at once, State Make and Sise Bref erred. Write John C. Dent, 387 Central Ave., London, ,Ontario JEAN VAL JEAN as told by Solomon Solomon Cleaver, (Clarke li'win, Toronto Toronto will delight the audiences all over Canada, who heard Dr. Cleaver tell this famous story. This is the history of this little book: A young minister in Winnipeg Winnipeg some forty years ago decided, after two careful readings of Victor Hugo's Les Misérables, to tell the story in his own words in place of a scheduled lecture. It was received with such enthusiasm that before he had once committed it to paper, he had repeated it more than 800 times times to our 100,000 people, and had been obliged to reject one invitation in every four which crowded upon him. From so many of those who have heard Dr. Cleaver have come requests for his story in permanent; form, that he has been prevailed upon to have it published. By good fortune an excellent screen version of Les Misérables was produced recently recently in France, and the publish ers have been able through the kindness kindness of the Compagnie France Film to include fourteen scenes from the photoplay. A CANADIAN HEADMASTER by Watson Kirkconnell, ' (Clarke Irwin, Toronto) is a brief biography of the late Thomas Afiison Kirkconnell by his son. Dr. Kirkconnell taught . in the schools of Ontario for fifty years, chiefly at Port. Hope and Lindsay, These are but bare facts concern- TOY BALLOONS by Florence Stei-; ner (The Ryerson Press, Toronto)! brilliantly illustrated by Elsie Deane! Contains some verse for children that is quaint and delightful. Flor-t ence Steiner in this volume of verse' shows, a deep understanding of chil< dren's whims and whimsies. All hot work is based on actual happening!) in the bewildering life of children! For instance take this one: Our revet seems just right to ms There's. nothing m !- vifig- -I- can see But he doesn't show a pedigree. The : pup next door n as one I know, For Bob, who owns him, told me so, I wish our Rover'd let one grow. He has two ears and eyes deep blue, A cool, soft, nose, and four paws too, And a little tail he'll wag for you. Dad says he's finished perfectly He looks as nice as nice can be, But I wish he'd grow a pedigree. CHAPPED HANDS? NO! t APPLY HINDS See how quickly it soothes H» Issue No. 52 -- '35 55