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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., DECEMBER 16, 1948 & THE SYLVESTER DIAMOND By BLANCHE ROBERTS CHAPTER VI. (Continued from last week) "I'll sure be glad to get back, too," he added. "Loafing is fine for a time but then you get fed up with it." He took out his pipe and filled it." "I've had my say. Now, let's hear about you," he suggested and lit his pipe. Honey's brow clouded. "There isn't much to tell," she faltered. "I am an orphan since my grandmother died several years ago. I live by myself and do as I please and have a very good time. Even walking with Art, and listening to his soft, interesting voice could not erase Dan from her mind. She kept remembering that he thought of her as a thief and would have her arrested when he found she was still alive. His love would not interfere with what he deemed "A penny for your thoughts. They must be interesting to take you so far away," said her companion, recalling her to the present. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "They aren't for sale." "Ah, a man then. When a girl is secretive abbout what she is thinking, it's always a man." "I won't argue the point." she laughed, "because lawyers have a way of winning their points." "We sure try hard." Honey rode into the village with Art for the mail in the late afternoon. It seemed she had known him always and not just since early morning. While he assorted and opened his letters, he handed her the paper to read. The headlines, of course, were all about the crash. There among the list of victims was her name, Honey Monroe of Los Angeles. She looked up to see Art Carey reading the same list over her shoulder. Surprise crossed his face and he lifted his eyes and met hers squarely. There was a hint of inquiry in the depths of his but he said nothing. Honey lowered her gaze quickly and continued to read the other captions on the front page while a flush of guilt burned her cheeks. A moment later, she caught her breath and a. sob rose to her throat as her eyes fell or an item near the bottom of the page. CHAPTER VII With hands that shook uncontrollably, Honey folded the evening paper carefully, trying to pretend that all was well when her whole world was about to crumble, and handed it back to Art. That last article she had read was about Daniel Brewster. He was in the hospital, the paper said, hovering between life and death. His assailant was unknown and there seemed to be a cloak of mystery surrounding the affair. The police, it said were inclined to believe that a woman was involved, since the bedroom door was locked from the inside and escape had been made by sheets over the balcony, and the knots were not the kind usually made by The smile she tried to give Art was a mere shadow and her lips trembled, but she held back the grief that wanted to come out. .When she could speak without giving herself away, she said lightly: "Newspapers do get things and names wrong now and then, don't they?" "Do they?" he~ asked stiffly, and she knew instantly that he was wondering why she had lied about her name. "I wonder?" Her heart cried out in agony to go to Dan, but common sense told her to stay under cover until he was well enough to talk to her. That was her only chance of security. As for Joe, she reasoned, he would see her name among the crash victims and would cease to look fo.- her. She was so deep in her own thoughts that she jumped when Art spoke to her. "You wouldn't care to explain some things. Honey?" "I'd like- to, yes--but 1 can't," she told him earnestly, feeling terrible that he had caught her in a falsehood when he and his mother' had taken her in so gladly. and without asking questions. "Please believe me. Art." she implored. "And your- name really is Honey Monroe?" he kept on with determination seeking the truth anyway. "Yes." "Ma thinks you are on the level," he reminded her unrelentlessly, pipe between his teeth. She flinched and lowered her head in shame. Tears stung at the back of her eyes hotly. "1 know," she whispered. "I am awfully sorry." "You are afraid of something,' he continued as if reasoning things out for her. "I have seen it in your eyes all day. And just now something in the paper made you catch your breath for a moment and it tore at your heart." "Does nothing escape you?" she asked him softly. He did not answer her question, just ignored her interruption. "You want to hide for some reason. All right." There was firm decision in his voice. He picked up the paper and threw it out of the car. "We lost the paper when Ma asks for it. The wind got it." "Thank you," she said chokingly, and the tears spilled over the lashes this time and she did not try to stop them for a moment. He put a hand over hers gently, comfortingly. "You will tell me some time all about it, Honey, and until then, it is all right. You need a friend and I am it. Now we will forget troubles for a while." He lifted his voice to a more cheerful note. "Would you like to go fishing tomorrow?" "Oh, Art!" she said forcing a ghost of a smile. "I'd love to go fishing. And I could kiss you for He laughed and there wai i bit of "You may have to do it sooned than you expect," and he pointed up to the cottage as he pulled the car ' to a stop before the garage. "There stands the curious neighbor. I don't know what story Ma has told Mrs. Riba, but we'll" have to stand by Honey stepped out of the car and unconsciously dropped her hand in the dress pocket and felt the velvet box. Its presence had been forgotten momentarily, and feeling it now was a distinct shock and it brought her heart right into her throat. Her mission had not been accomplished and she was reminded once again to be cautious. "Wait." She put a detaining hand on Art's arm-as he started to move toward the house. "How far are we from San Francisco?'" "About 80 miles or more. 1 guess. Why?" (Continued next week.) - It. Stumbla adu yaki*iMB«iJ «iaa waaaa <ia. Answer to XhU JMsmf Will Appear Next Wwk I "Blue ] !aby" Doesn't Look To< :ar-old Margaret Dabore rc mpt to feed a cloth carro to ; I AN§E HlRSTl "OF ALL THE crackpot advice you hand out to confused souls, Anne Hirst," writes an enraged reader, "the paragraph I quote is the dumbest I've "Moral courage, my eye! It takes a stiffer backbone, a wiser head and a more patient heart to MAKE IT STICK. There are more women who want a husband than women who want to get rid of one. You are probably an old maid who never got a man, and therefore you freely advise a wife to divorce->hers. "Divorce courts are NOT' the answer. The answer is: DO SOMETHING TO IMPROVE THE HUSBANDS WE HAVE. "Drinking Is Illness" "IN THE CASE of too much liquor in his life, try the Alcoholics Anonymous system. Get him over his sickness, and be patient with him until he is well. Teach the children that it is- only a sickness, and enlist their aid. (Do this in his presence, when he is sober.) Divided home life never solves the problem. * "I had an uncle who made life * miserable for everyone else. He * drank too much--but he was just * as beastly when he didn't drink, *..so that couldn't be blamed for his * behavior. My aunt had two * daughters. They loved their * daddy; they thought of him as a * human being, subject to the mis- * takes of other human beings. He to ; cured, and the family stayed to- * gether. * "He came out of the hospital 1L~WUL Want to perk up your kitchen? Make these gay potholder* and oven mitts of bright scraps. They are big bazaar or gift items too! Pretty potholders and mitts for heavy duty! Pattern 510; transfer of 4 potholders and 2 oven mitts. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern to Box 1, 1#8 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont., Needlecraft Dept. Print plainly PATTERN NUMBER, your Same and address. ** not only cure* of the habit, but * a much more patient, kindly" and * understanding man, too. Those * girls did not build up a neurosis * against marriage, like the woman * whose parents' hectic life did. * "In our own little family, we * have no liquor problem. My hus- * band has a Government position * --on a pittance, compared to ♦other worker's earnings. There * are' times when I wonder how we * are going to pay the bills, eat and * get along. * "But you don't see me grum- * bling over the scheme of things. * You don't see me fumbling a way * out of the imaginary mess a per- * son can make of things by writ- * ing to someone who never thinks * of telling her readers to get down * on their kness and PRAY FOR * HELP, for c#urage and stamina to MAKE A BETTER LIFE * out of what is at hand. * "And donlSstop there. Advise * them to make the same efforts to * keep the home intact that they * spent in hoping for, planning for * and building one!" * (Signed) Mrs. C. R. S. • TO "MRS. C.R.S.": Thank you for your letter. It reveals a woman of strong character and deep faith, who refuses to allow material obstacles to cloud her objective or diminish her courage. Other reader with myself, will salute you. Anne Hirst has been married > for over 20 years, and to the same husband. Out of her own knowledge, and the experience of observing other people's problems, she has developed a wisdom and understanding which is at theservice of all "her readers. If you want her help, address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. OTBCHOOL By Rev. R. Barclay Warren Golden Text: Fear not; for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.--Luke 2:10. still news. It is old news, but it is good news. For one day at least it takes the headlines from the latest murder. Its solemn cheer seems to permeate the atmosphere of factory and fiom» It is solemn because sacred. The child born in Bethlehem's manger was Immanuel, God with us. The Divine One took flesn and was made in the likeness of men. It is cheer because it is good tidings to all men; to Jew and Gentile, rich and poor, high and low. He brought salvation for all. This was the child for which forty had Whi would take away the sin of the world. The prophets foresaw Him. They joined in telling the place and time of His birth, His lineage, the manner of His Ministry. They depicted in amazing detail His suffering, death and resurrection. Now, after nineteen centudies, we look back to this event as the greatest of all rime. We set our calendar by Let us enjoy to the full the spirit of Christmas. As in war opposing armies have made a truce for Christmas Day, so let us relax from the war of nerves. Let us praise God as the choir pf angels over the hillside and the wondering shepherds. Let us bring our homage as the wise men from the East. The south warmth of the Christmas Spirit can help to dispel the cold war. Sin divivdes us, but Christ unites us. He removes the divisive factor, sin, from all those who will let Him. O that all the peoples of the world would hear anew the song ana let it reecho in their souls, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will towa*rd men." She Said It! 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