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Modesty--That’s Me! By MICHAEL SEYMOUR New Bridee to Link U.S. and Canada at Sarnia A new and important link between the United Stages and Canada Will be the new $3,000,000 “Blue Water' in ternational bridge when completed late this year. The bridge will be 8,000 feet long and will connect Port Hu ron, Mich., on the American, side, with Sarnia, Ont. Towering 152 feet above the waters of Lake Huron thy structure will permit passage of all lake traffic. When completed the bridge will shorten the route to New V oi"*c and Eastern Canada. President Roosevelt, has been aske d to attend the dedication ceremonies. Picture above is an artist’s sketch of the bridge. Luck? Forget it! No luck about it. Just a case of being there at the right time. That’s the kind of a fellow I am, always on the alert, no grass grows under my feet. All the other people stood and stared, but I actedâ€"as I always doâ€"on the in- stant. The bus swerved, hit her on the shoulder and knocked her for- ward on to the pavement. If her j life had depended on the bunch of slow-witted gapes hanging around she might have hashed her pretty head on the stones and been killed5, 5 But 1 saved her. My brain works at lightning; speedâ€"1 never boast about it because I’m naturally modest, but. .1 can't help jti-^it’s a gift. Napole- on had it too, I believe. I sprang forward and caught her in my arms. She lay there for a While, her head resting on my shoul- der, and then she raised her eyes. Pretty! I said pretty and I mean it. I've seen a lot in my time but this one put them all in the remnant I basement. She was pale but that was the thrill of finding herself in my arms. I’ve noticed that before on the rare occasions that I have weak- ened to feminine wfies. The girls around were envious, I could see that. That's me, never too busy to look around. I kept one eye on the crowd. They'd start cheering the hero when they recovered from the shock and then I’d be al set to raise my hat and bow. Always prepared, never caught at a disadvantage. The girl disengaged herself gentlyâ€"re- luctantlyâ€"-and put her hat straight, women are like that. “Oh!" she gasped, “I’m sorry.’’ “Don’t mention it,” I said, gallant- ly, “It was nothing. I do this kind of thing every day.” “No, it was nothing, really, was it?” she replied, “but I’m sorry ! banged into you. I might have hurt you,” Worthy Of An Artist “Hurt me!” I laughed sardonical- ly. “Hurt me ! That's a good one. I've saved more Uvea than the Rye lifeboat and never been hurt yet., But I'd be glad to get hurt saving yours.” “Saving mine?” She laughed ner- vouslyâ€"reaction, women get that way. “But surely there was no dan- ger? I got out of the way just in time.” “Danger!” I looked hurtâ€"and I can. “People have been killed by perambulators and children’s tricy- cles and then you say there’s no dan- ger from a bus!” I looked around. The crowd had goneâ€"just walked out on me without a cheer or a collection to show their appreciation. People are that wayâ€" selfishâ€"no thought for anybody but themselves. Probably they were an- ; noyed that my bravery had robbed them of the spectacle of rushing am- bulances and blood on the pave- ments. Gruesome things, crowds. But a word of appreciation? from those pretty lips which had been so close to mine and the gratitude which would shine in those violet eyes when she recovered from the shock would mean more to me than all the plaudits of the multitude. Also, she was expensively dressed; that suit hadn’t been made by any back-street dressmaker. It suggested a figure worthy of the artist who designed it â€"and artists get big money. Reaction “You’re shakenâ€"it’s reaction,” I told her, putting that sympathy for which I am known and loved into my voice. I tucked my hand under her arm. “A cup of tea will put you right arid then you’ll realise how lucky you were. Well, not lucky per- haps, but fortunate that I was around.” “But; I don’t need to trouble you,”; she protested, “I feel quite all right.” I waved her objection aside. Wo- men are apt to be stupid and obstin- ateâ€"if you let them. A man with my looks always has women around â€"it’s a trial,'but he can’t help it. Bees around a honey pot? They’re lone birds! So I know ’em and can I deal with 'em? Firmness, that’s the line to take. “A cup of tea.’* That was all 1 Said ; but there was a steely edge to my deep voice. There was a cafe near by and I helped her to it. And I had to help herâ€"the shock had been greater than she knewâ€"I had almost to carry her. But I got her to a table and ordered tea and cakes. As an afterthought I ordered a grilled steak and onions for myself. 1 could eat it while she was recovering and I knew she would not want any. Girls with figures like that don’t eat steak in the middle of the afternoon. She sipped her tea and a smile began to hover round her red lips. Then she began to laugh, a low, fascinating laugh. Some peo- ple might have been offendedâ€" thought she was laughing at them. But not me. I’m an understanding sort of fellow, that’s why I’m so popu- lar. That was the smile of gratitude I’d been waiting for. She was just beginning to realise what I’d done for her. Introducing One Another “Feeling better?” I asked. She nodded. “I’d better introduce myself,” I said, "my name is Warrenâ€"George Astley Warren!” “I’m June Manton!” I swallowed a hot chipâ€"accidentally. I knew I'd seen her, or her photograph, before. June Manton! Daughter of John Manton, the millionaire owner of Manton Motors! “Really,” I toyed nonchalantly with the salt-cellar. “I didn’t think John had a daughter in the twen- ties.” “John?” She puckered her pretty brows, I laughed easily and explained. “I call him John, of course. I was with him at the start, you know, helped him to lay the foundation stones of the old firm.” “You must have been very young then.” “Young!” I laughed, "yes, but I’m not an old man yet.” “Not much older than I am,” she calculated, “and Manton Motors has been going about thirty years!” I waved that aside. “We parted,” I sighed. “You know how it is. There cannot be two heads in one firm.” I noticed that her lips were twitch- ing and her eyes strayed past me from time to time. I felt I had the right to see what she was looking1 at. I turned and, as I did so, a young- man jumped up from a table behind me. “Warren!” He greeted me like a long-lost brother. “I thought it was you and yet I didn’t see how it could be.” I wasn’t at all surprised at Bain's enthusiastic greeting, although for the past few years he- had hardly no- ticed me. He had achieved the emin- ence of a junior partnership. “Introduce me!” he hissed. “I’m delighted to know you, Miss Manton,” Bain gushed, when I had officiated, “I’m surprised at your, knowing Warren here.” “I don’t,” said Miss Manton, “at least, I didn’t until a few minutés ago. We metâ€"accidentally." “I saved Miss Manton’s life,” I said simply. No Change Bain laughedâ€"for sheer joy at my modesty. “Stout feilow,” he cried. “Tell me about it,” I touched lightly on the matter. “It was nothing,” I finished, “It’s easy for me.” “Youve got a nerve, Warren!” said Bain admiringly. “Like tempered steel,” I agreed, in my unassuming way. “Why, during the war, in the hottest corners , . “You weren't born when the war broke out,” interrupted Bain rude- ly, “Ignorant people can only think of the Great War,” I chided him gently; “there have been other wars!” Miss Manton bubbled over at his discomfiture. I was feeling almost sorry for him. Ï think I mentioned that I have the gift of ready sympa- thy, The waitress helped him out by presenting the billâ€"to me! I felt in my pocket and pushed it over to Bain. “I have no change,” I remarked ' casually. He took it but didn’t seem to hear me. He was boring Miss Manton with tales of his supposed prowess at golf and tennisâ€"a busy man like my- self has no time for childish games â€"and he was actually inviting her to play with him ! The Sense of Gratitude We left soon after, and Bain said he was taking Miss Manton home. He had his car handy. I don’t run a car so I was at a disadvantage. I could see Miss Manton did not want to go, she looked appealingly at. me. But Bain is the bullying, blustering type â€"and so she went. A girl with no will of her own. A weak woman, easily led. I read the report of her wedding some months later. A lot can hap- pen in that short space of time. She looked radiantly beautiful in the ex- citement of the moment, so the pa- pers said. But afterwardsâ€"she had to live with Bain all her life! Bain, (Fifth Plate) that dull clod. I shuddered for the poor girl. If she had only had a little more will-power and sense of gratitude the day I saved her lifeâ€"-how different her life might have been. Fm the sort of fellow who can be entertain- ing. Some of the best judges have said they envied my gift of the gab. I sighed. And then I steeled myself to a lonely future. I had to. I’ve just started a seven-year stretch.â€" Pearson’s Weekly. Five Provinces Clam Producers British Columbia And Maritimes Are Rich In Claim Re- sources Great oaks from little acorns grow, and clams worth a couple of hundred thousand dollars a year to Canada from tiny creatures which at two weeks old are only about one-twenti- eth of an inch in size. Nor are clams as long a time as oaks in growing. In two or three years the microscop- ic new-hatched clam has reached marketable size. In distributing clam resources here and there throughout the world, Na- ture included all five of the Domi- nion’s sea fisheries provinces within its bounty, and nowadays the total Canadian production from the clam beds runs to more than 70,000 bar- rels a year. M-ost of the landings are clams from British Columbia and the four Atlantic provinces, but they also include something like 2,000 barrels of quahaugs or hard-shell clams produced in New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island and Nova Sco- tia. Fresh On The Market Among the five provinces, New Brunswick and British Columbia are the biggest producers of clams. Clams go upon the market both freshâ€"many of the fresh clams are exported to the United Statesâ€"and in the canned form. Some of the canneries also put up clam chowder, and clam chowder, of course, is a very tasty food whether it comes out of a can or is made by the house- wife herself in the family kitchen. In a normal year the Canadian can- neries put up a total pack of about 31,000 or 32,000 cases of clams. New Brunswick and British Colum- bia led in the output. Incidentally, in popular, use the word “clam” in- cludes quahaugs and is so used here in the reference to market forms and clam cannery products. Millet Strains Are Developed “Crown” and “Empire” Varieties Reported at Ottawa The list .of pedigree strains that have been developed by the division of Forage Plants, Dominion Depart- ment of Agriculture at the Central Experimental Farm, Ottawa, was augmented recently when two new strains of millet were accepted for registration by the Canadian Seed Growers’ Association1. These • new strains which are designated “Crown” and “Empire,” have given, so much promise states R. MacViear of the Forage Division, Many Birds Stayed Here This Winter Near Toronto 58 Different Species Were Seen Contrary to the popular belief that a general exodus Of Canadian bird life takes place in the Fall, many birds remain in this country even in mid-Winter, as is shown by the an- nual surveys held in Christmas week by observers in various parts of Dominion, and reported for pu tion in “The Canadian Fie!d-Natu.«. ist.” The greatest variety for any area was found about Toronto, where the survey parties discovered no less than 9,234 birds, of 58 different kinds, on December 26 last. These included seven kinds of wild ducks, six kinds of hawks, a snipe, four kinds of gulls, five kinds of owls, four kinds of woodpeckers, two rob- ins, two meadowlarks, eight cardin- als, and 25 song sparrows, Hamilton, with 9,511 birds, of 57 different kinds, was in second place forujrie- ty. Especially interesting birds not- ed near this city were a Winter wren and brown thrasher. Both Toronto and Hamilton have the advantage of a comparatively southern position and of having large areas of open water near them so that their Y ter bird population includes numbers of both water birds and land birds. Normal Winter .Population These surveys were taken at a time when the birds were stationary -â€"the southward movement was over and the northward flight was not yet under way. Some of the birds noted in Toronto and Hamilton, such as the snipe, robbins, meadowlarks, wren and tirOwn thrasher, normally win- ter farther south, and those seen in Canada during Christmas week may be regarded as stragglers left be- hind. A Winter population of ducks, hawks, gulls, owls, woodpeckers, car- dinals and song sparrows, on the contrary may be regarded as normal along the shores of the more south- ern Great Lakes. Heavy Yield The “Crown” variety is a rela- tively fine stemmed grain mil’ which gives a fair yield of hay aRir- a heavy yield of grain. Yields of two and a half tons of fodder and from 25 to 40 bushels of grain are common with this variety. The 1 riety also gives evidence of be, of importance as a cover crop in or- chards. The “Empire” variety is a tall, leafy, high yielding strain of fax- tail millet of late maturity. - In tests conducted throughout the experimen- tal farms system “Empire” has con- sistently outyielded most, if not all, of the commercial millets, not ex- cluding the Japanese variety which matures about the same time, k a remarkable seed yielding ability when sown in rows. One Ontario grower harvested 47 bushels to the acre of Grade No. 1 seed from a crop that matured in 116 days. Leading opera singers of Russia are helping film Dzerzhinsky’s opera “Quiet Don” in Leningrad and â- >’ composer is adapting the opera; the screen’ as well as writing new music for additional scenes. He Has Only Just Heard About The War t, » • « «» i * - 111 ' ‘dfè r' ^ ÆËLm The Most Reverend M. S. Gillet, Master General of the Dominican Order, i who has just returned from China, is shown in San Francisco, where he learned for the first time of the vicious fighting taking place, Fr. Gillet stated that papers there carried no news of the fighting.