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i < I f= Building Abandoned | land, Factory is Closed London.--Whateter the outcome of the fnquiry into the disaster to the glant al hip R-101, Britain will not build any more airships for a long time to come, 'The Howden airship station where the 'Alrships Guarantee Company built the R-100, a visitor to Canada in August, is closing down at the end of Plot and Counter-Plot He Wanted to Help Her--and This Was the Only Way. J By Margaret Munro Derek Peterson tore up the fourth sheet of paper and stared moodily out of the window. To-day the idea for which he was groping would not come, and all he had to show for two hours of concentrated thofglit "was the torn fragments in his wastepaper-basket. It was exasperating. The editor of the "Majestic Magazine" had asked him for a sentimental story. The price would be good. And here he was, Jooking out from his third floor back ryoom across a vista of Chelsea chim- ney-pots, trying in vain to get inspira. tion from the smoke. What made it worse was that he was feeling romantic, And the ro- mance had begun at that very window. 'For exactly opposite--les than fifteen yards away--was another window. And behind that window there lived a girl, He had first noticed her two months before--a slim, golden-haired ¢hild, frying sausages over a gas-ring. At twelve o'clock on a weekday morn- ing. There can be only one explana tion when a business girl living in one back room does such a thing at such an hour--she must be unemployed. 'That fact had aroused his interest. It seemed so unfalr that a slip of agirl like that should have to elbow and push her way through the crowds of other luckless ones in search of a job. He ~had watched. The following week he saw her again, but the meal was bread and cheese that time. A fortnight later she still pottered round her"room when she might have been working if Fortune had been kinder. One morning Peterson sat near to ther in the little restaurant round the corner that sold a three-course lunch for 36c. He saw that her eyes were blue as the skies he wrote about in his stories. And he hoped tffat even that modest meal meant that the tide of ill-luck had changed. But apparent- iy not. She still seemed to live half that day in the little room opposite his window--reading the newspapers, or, more likely, looking. through the advertisement columns in search of a Job. He would *have spoken to her, but there was a proud tilt to her chin that warned him against such a course, If times were hard, that chin seemed to be saying, the world shall never know. Perhaps because he was a weaver of stories, with a vivid imagination, Derek Peterson found the occupant of the third floor back at No, 17, Nevens Crescent--he had checked the number of the house by counting the backs from the beginning of the road--oc- cupying more of his thoughts than he had ever given to a girl before. When he first noticed this he tried to forget her, but those two blue eyes and the slim figure in the neat cos- tume (probably her only one) as he had first seen her at close quarters in the restaurant kept coming between him and the paper on which he wrote. He gazed across the backyards again, Perhaps there was a plot in that fact. If he could invent a really convincing excuse for calling on her, he could weave a story round it and solve the burning problem of his life at one and the same time. He began to write, hoping that the plot would unfold. But before many lines had been set down on papér he had stopped and was staring out of the window again. For something was happening in the third floor back of No. 17, Nevens Crescent. The girl had come in, perhaps to ©ook her lunch, She had her hat and ~poat on, With her was a man who seemed to tower over her fragile pret- tiness like some ogre. And the man was threatening her. He was walking up and down the room --two steps in each direction. And every time he turned he would stop and rave at her, Peterson could not hear anything that was said, of course, but he could see his gestures. He saw, too, the proud, quiet restraint of the girl in the face of this attack. She stood her guard--she answered back. Finally, she opened the door, sent the man off, and immediately dis- appeared from Peterson's view, with the exception of one white hand that hung limply just in his line of vision. From which he judged she had flung Gerself on the bed and was crying, or past caring, For one wild moment he thought of dasing round to comfort her--to tell her that he loved her, It was all so clear. She had some to the end of her « resources and had got into debt. The big man who bullied her was a debt collector, It mattered nothing to him that the girl hadn't a friend in the world. a Peterson checked the impulse in time, He knew without being told that she was too proud to accept the help of a stranre man. He must de November. Sir Dennistoun Burney, head of company, explained the station was closing because the com- pany had no orders for building and he had no idea when, if ever, it would be re-opened. ; The R-100 is at present laid up and proposed alterations and enlarge- ments have been indefinitely post- poned. yh some indirect means of helping er. It only---- And at that moment the plot came. The first two chapters showed a girls' unequal struggle in an overcrowded city, Thé disapperance --penny by penny--of her pathetically small savings, as she trudged the streets looking for work. Until the black day when her landlord said "Get out!" Then came the scene he had just witnessed. The bdlying man--the proud courage of the girl in the fact of this new blow. Her be- lief, even in that black hour, that her luck would change, At that point the plot entered the realm of fiction, Across the road, overlooking her window, lived tem- porarily film producer who was look- ing for "life." Tired of studio pup- pets, he had "disappeared" into Lon- don's millions to discover heart- throbs. The beauty of the girl--her courage in the face of despair--made him crazy with delight. Here was the neq star for which he was looking--the new Greta Garbo. Superb, dignified beauty. The sort that would walk to the guillotine with head held high. He raced round, interviewed the girl, and she signed a contract there and then which meant an end to pinching and scraping. . The plot was a winner. Peterson knew instinctively that, with the feel- ing he would put into it, it would be one of the stories of his life. Then he came to earth, How did that help the girl? For something must be dons, and quickly, It wouldn't be fair to make money out of her misfortune and leave her to starve, It wouldn't do 'to lose the inspiration of that se- date little golden-haired figure. In fact, if he lost her he felt he would never 'write a story again. Why not send her, anonymously, the money that he would receive for the story? The idea appealed to him. He had drawn some money from the bank that morning. He put a sheet of paper in his typewriter and wrote "To repay you." That was all. It might have come from anyone, She would have no qualms about keeping the money if she felt.that someone whom she or even her family had benefited had chosen that method of repaying generosity. .He placed $50 and the slip of paper in an'envelope, and took it round to No. 17 in the next street. The landlady, who opened the door, seemed a motherly soul--hardly the sort to throw a lonely girl out. But you never can tell, "Will you please give this to the young lady in your third floor back? It's a message from a friend of hers," he said. It was dark when he returned to his room. To-morrow he would write the story, and to-night she could sleep. free from immediate worries. "It had all fitted in very well, He glanced out of the window. Her room was in darkness, Probably she was out--celebrating her good for- tune. He wondered when and how he would get to know her. At ninethirty wext morning his landlady informed him that Miss Pa- tricia Snell wished to see him. "Send her up," he said, thinking it was someone' With proofs. A minute later she came into the room with a defiant air and uptilted chin. He had guessed she was the sort of girl who always went straight to the point, She was. "You sent me $50 yesterday after- noon, Mr.--er----" "peterson," he sald, wishing a trap- door could open and remove him bodily from the gaze of those eyes, "Mr. Peterson, may I ask why I was chosen as the object of your charity? I was not aware that you owed me any money." " He capitulated without an effort. It was hopeless to do otherwise. "No, Miss Snell,' 'he answered. "But --well, from this room I can see your room. And after yesterday morning-- you know what I mean--I badly want- ed to help you. We are neighbors, you know, It seemed such hard luck after all your efforts. And I couldn't think of say other way of helping you. That's all, I didn't mean any harm-- really I didn't." Z "I suppose' not," -Baid Miss Snell. Her voice was different, softer. And was it imagination that the eyes were looking at him more kindly? "But what do you mean by 'all my efforts'?" "To get work," Peterson said, wun- happily conscious of eavesdropping. "You see, during week days there are| only the two of us in the two roads, I write." You don't seem to do anything at home--forgive me, but I cannot tielp noticing that you are often in your room over there--so it was obvi- ous that you were unemployed. you really earned that money, because * So do please keep it, I pro- to y i Seelng that yon are a writer," she said, "it is strange it never' occurred to you that I might be an actress." atl "towering rage. During his recent visit to England, Henry Ford visited Premier Ramsay MacDonald at 10 Downing St. He is seen with Alastair MacDonald, prime minister's son, after his interview in London. Peterson felt himself growing red; he began to realize that he was an outsize in fools. Yet it had all seemed 80 clear. But she did not spare him. "It was father you saw in my room. He's a real dear, but terribly old- fashioned. He objects to my going on the stage. He objects to my living alone in London--even though Mrs. Prosser, my landlady, is an old cook of ours. And when Mrs, Prosser wrote, telling him that I was cooking my own lunches, he came up in a 1 had to promise to go Lome for the week-cnd to get rid of him." Peterson laughed grimly. He had made a pretty fool of him:elf, with the ons, girl who mattered. about imagination! "My. plot seems to have been a bit Talk out all round," he said at last, not dar-| ing to look up. "On the contrary, I think your plot was rather sweel, and very sym- pathetic,' she answered, placing $50 on the table, "And, as usually hap- pens, the plot that counts is the one taken from real life." A soft, white hand stole across his for an instant and was gone again. "I wanted to find out why you did it," she said, and her voice now was musical and soft. "Now I know I think it was perfectly wonderful of you. So wonderful that I'd like my father to thank you--if only to let him see how nicely I'm looked after when I'm alone in Lendon. Then he won't insist on my leaving the stage ay more." Her father didn't. But Derek did-- just six months later. And, strange to relate, Patricia did not tilt her proud lttle chin and refuse. On the contrary, she sald "If you wish" very sweetly, and kissed him again. Which was was all in the plot.-- Answers, ----p---- An Old Canadian Industry Canada's eel fishery is an old indus- try. Early explorers made reference to the importance of the eel fishery carried on by the Indians, and tions in the Legion of Honor. Coste is Decorated In Legion of Honor Paris--Dieudonne Coste and Maur- Ice Bellonte, home from their trans- Atlantic flying adventure, came in triumph to Paris November 1st where, in spite of bursts of rain, wind and occasional thunderclaps, thousands lined the streets to shout themselves hoarse in welcome. The fliers went to Elysee Palace, where President Doumergue, Premier Tardieu and other embers of 'the Government tendered official greet- ings. The President decorated them with their recently granted promo- Vast ' crowds milled about Elysees Palace. Paris--The French Government an- nounced that desiring to assoclate Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh, for hls epochal trans-Atlantic flight, with the triumphal return of Djeudonne Coste and Maurice Bellonte, it has promul- gated a decree promoting Lindbergh to the grade of Commander in the Legion of Honor. rs ee Ament re Nelson Column Grown Over 14 Feet in 90 Years London--The Nelson columm in Tra- falgar Square has "grown" 14 feet 4 inches in tha 90 years it has been erected. This discovery was made by a steeplejack named Larkin who com- pared its height with the official rec- ords in the office of works. No official explanation has been forthcoming. Meanwhile the Govern- ment has ordered sclentific measure- ments to be taken to find out what is wrong with the famous London land- mark, -- Bush Blooms Three Times Canon City, Colo.--A snowball bush, blooming for the third time this year, was discovered on the grounds of the Southern Colorado Power Company plant here. Even a second bloom- ing of a snowball Lush is considered unusual by horticulturists. * |Rural Buyers Want Canadian Goods Imported Products Being Re- placed, Department Of- ficial Says Canadian' goods are replacing im- ported products in the average town and village store in Ontario as a result of rural residents demanding home grown and manufactured products, G. A. Putnam, of. ¢he Ontario depart- France Holds Gold Men's Fashions Now In Veritable Fort Undergoing je Paris Has Largest Stock of Waistline of Trousers to Rest Yellow Metal in at Floating Ribs, is Ex- Europe perts' Dictum Paris. --Entrenched {in casements New York-----Many interesting things stronger than the Verdun forts, locked | are brewing in the high-flown world up in a frame of steel, water and rock, | of men's wear, including what appears Ifos buried deep in the middle of Paris to be a return to candy-stripe shirts, the gold bullion of France. It is the| which were worn promiscuously im largest stock of yellow metal in| that era when neckt's knots looked Burope. In the latest weekly report | llke frankfurters. France's total gold was figured at A survey of the leading men's cloth- $1,920,00,000, But almost every day | ing houses fn this city has also re brings to the vaults of the Bank of vealed that the fashion experts have France new barrels loaded with gold, | practically made up their minds about and this total doubtless exceeds $2,-! trousers. The walstliae of a stylish 000,000,000. pair of pants is to rest definitely at It would be no exaggeration to say | the floating ribs rather than at the that the Bank of France keeps its | hips. Galluses, it seems, are here te golds in a fortress. Bombs thrown on | stay. Paris from an airplane would never| The sult people, in exploiting thelr pass through the armour which pro-| new numbers, have hit npon a steam- tects the cellars, and in' case of a| Ing descriptive line for the Jacket, revolution 1,000 men, soldiers and| "The jacket" they say, "has those bank e §oloyes would be in a position wide, puffed Times Square shoulders to stand an underground selge of at| and a walst that hugs the body with a least a month, Every danger which gop" might threaten thegstock of gold has Varlous style arbiters see the de been foreseen and avoided by the en- clina 'and fall ot knickers on the golf, gineers who some years ago built the | course. Golfers are rapidly taking vaults. Phey are buried under| to long trousers, especlully those of ninety-six feet of compact rock. flannel, on the fairways. Underneath and around them flows | The Necktie Situation the tamed stream of the subterran-| With the pid approach of Christ. ean river of the Grande Batellece,| mas, tha necktie situation deserves a which the engineers found on that glance, - Manufacturers ci cravats are spot when they began to dig. They Bot going in for expensive stuff tais decided to use it as a means of de.| year. Top price for neckties will be fense against possible undermining around $5, it is predicted, with 4 pre- of the cellars. The water has been | Ponderance of 31 and 75 cent ties. drained in a intricate system of| People who buy Christmas neckties canals that surrounds the waterproof | do so simply as a gesturey one student walls. of styles said, and would just as soon The access to the vaults reminds of | Pay $1 as $3 or $6--would rather pay the defense organization of a fort.| 2 lesser sum, in fact, this year. The doors of steel and cement welgh The trend 'n pajama. is towar: the eight tons each, and a mere twist of Chinese an' Russian models. An a handle is sufficient to block them| other new wrinkle Is the monogram, with an additional weight of twelye| done in silks, for the trouners. The tons, There is a turret A and a tur- monogram usually goes on the side, near the r' hit hand pocket The "Broadway typ: wear suits of pale green both this Winter and Spring ret B, a well with a winding staircase and lifts and long corridors built on the principle which had been adopted during the war for the digglog of trenches. 'Even if a shell could pene trate lhrough the: root of rock, | would be stopped from exploding on . a large surface by the thick steee! : Prosperity Needed next \ a d28 ems meer an ment of agriculture, and advisor and | walls that form the angles of the F Ww Id counsellor to the Women's Institutes, | passages. | or or Peace stated recently in an interview. Oflicials of the bank who show the | EN "Stocks in country and town stores have taken on a new aspect," said Mr, Putnam. is replacing the imported, particular- ly in those sections where there are branches of the Women's Institute. Country women have a downright way of doing things when they pass resolu- tions and they support them with ac- tion. Women's Institutes have passed resolutions commending Canadian pro- ducts to the community and mer- chants and clerks are learning a lot of things about Canada and her pro- ducts. "Merchants are studying geography and brands," continued Mr. Putnam. "They are finding out that their cus- tomers who tell them they prefer Canadian products are not only senti- mentally patriotic but shrewdly wise. Behind the label {8 quality and value." rien -- Hen Beats World Record Vancouver--Hen No. 6, a British Columbia White Leghorn, the prop- erty of Willlam Whiting of Rort Kells, passed the world's record recently for production when it laid its 353rd egg in as many days. This hen comes from the famous University of British Columbia stock, and was bred by Whiting. Many a true word is spoken when two women quarrel. Big Guns Russia's Long-range guns on one of Red Russia's sea dogs of war, seen during recent manoeuvres, presumably in the Baltle, which is sald to be causing feeling of uneasiness throughout Europe. 0 "The Canadian article | lines of defense." | vaults, give the turrets and doors the! ~ HiRery Hatie of Best and { Geneva- Leader Shows How econd | International Labor Bur- It a riot should occur In Paris to-| eau Contributes TONOW, the Hank ol Prante would bs Intelligence and a reasonable stand- in a position to go immediately on a ard of living were the soundest foun. Stale ot siegs and resist any = Hacks] dations of world peace, Harold B. But- of the rioters for several weeks. \ ler, deputy director of le. Interna: less than a half-hour all the clerks tional Labor Office at Geneva, told al Ls ' and managers would be down in the members of the Women's Canadian vaults, hers de sks and chairs stand | Club at a recent meeting In Toronto. ready for them. Sixty alirpipes, whose Peace was brought about by civillza. outer ends are dispersed and hidden | tion. and civilization by Intelligence so carefully that it would be unlikely and. higher standards of living, Mr. for the besiegers to discover them, Butler contended. When the ald te would supply fresh air. Electrical civilization prosperity crambled heating machines, installed in the peak wih hattered oo ' 2 was shattered. "Thera is no peaca without social justice," Mr. Butler sald as ho review- ed the reforms brought about by the International Labor Bureau at Geneva. | Similarly there is no goclal justice 3 without peace, because you cannot im- heat ang air, i : prove ein of living and provide Provisions Received Dally | for the education of children, giving the heating apparatus of the upper buildings, would keep the temperature at a pleasant degree. In a half-minute the dynamos of the vaults would pro- duce enough energy to supply light, cellars and entirely independent oi v eh he o 29 geen 2% of sey them the physical and mental develop- fully provided for. The kitchens are ment they require as human beings ready to cook at any moment enough unless the world is in a prosperous food for at least 1,000 persons and | SOPeition: "The world is not made prosperous Stocks ot provisions are | Jenewed by war. The last war almost smashed every day. There are down in the sivilization, and the next certainly cellary cupboards filled with plates, gyi -- 4 , dishes, forks, knives and spoons. It was the duty of every citizen to Huge saucepans and caldrons worked | give his or her support to the League by electrical power await the soup and | of Nations, Mr. Butler contended, and stew. Not the tiniest detail has heen | bo treed that : Yieq {otorast be airon itted. y 8 omitted by every country to the part played "at md -- by its delegates in the international unting Ducks | conferences, Give ma a gun and some old marsh, | Not "Red" Work And the whistle of wild ducks'; The International Labor Bureau had wings, nothing whatever to do with "Mos When the roar of my shotgun wakes | the morn And a hundred flying things, cow," Mr. Butler explained with a smile. It was really the labor section of the League of Nations and its pur pose was to improve soclal conditions throughout the countries it represent- ed. It was supported by 55 Govern- ments, Canada's contribution of $66, averaging about half a cent for citizen, | The mud hens patter across the pond, | And the teal como whizzing In, | And the greenhead jumps from the | grass beyond, And the hunters all begin. It represented Governments, employ- ers and workers, each country send- ing two Government representatives, one representative for ebpl®¥ers and one for workers to the conferences. Among outstanding achievements of the bureau had been the abolition of child laber and women night workers. It had also brought about strict ob- servance of a seventh day of rest Ia countries where Sunday was not re- cognized. In 18 countries employment of child- ren under 14 years of age was pro- hibited, and in India the minimum age of workers was placed at 12 since, it was believed, 12 years in the short or life of Indians was equal to 14 im With a pop, pop hers, and a bang, | bang there, | The opening season's sign, | And the next duck comes from we { know not where, Across the gray sky-line. And we judge the speed and ths pro- per lead, As only a hunter can. There's honor, too, and a comradeship Among the hunter clan. There's a swapping yarns and a friend- ly tip, And a meeting of man to man. So give me a gun and some old marsh, And the whistle of wild ducks' wings, When the roar of my shotgun wakes | Western countries, the morn For the benefit of non-Christian And a hundred flying things. countries where each seventh day was --8. W. Dixon, | not observed as a day of rest, the m----pe-- bureau had insisted upon its become . . fog a holiday for workers, he pointed Canadian Newsprint Output | out, Botore * this legislation Japas Nearly Twice That of U.S. Canadian production of newsprint in 1929 totalled 2,729,000 tons, or near- | -- rn ly twice the amount produced by the! A: what d At Dominfon's nearest competitor, the! yome 3000 'a Wits WANE 18 8 | United States, | B: "Only her own way" had just two holidays a month for its working people, he sald. 37 #