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Airship Building Abandoned In England, Factory is Closed Peterson checked.the impulso in time. He knew without being told that she was too proud to accept the help of a strange man. He must de> For one wild moment he thought of dasing round to comfort horâ€"to tell her that he loved her. It was all so clear. She had come to the end of her resources and had got into debt. The big man who bullied her was a debt eollector. It mattered nothing to him that the girl hadn‘t a friend in the world. Sho stood her guardâ€"she answered back. Finally, she opened the door, gont the man of, and immediately disâ€" appeared from Peterson‘s view, with the exception of one white hand that hunpg limp‘y just in his line of viston. From which he judged she had flung herself on the bed and was crying, or past caring. And the man was threatening her. He was walking up and down the room â€"two steps in each direction. And evoty time he turned hy would stop and rave at har, Peterson could not ‘hear anything that was said, of course, but he could see his gestures. Ho saw, too, the proud, quist restraint of the girl# the face of this attack. x He began to write, hoping that the plot would unfold. But before many lines had been set down on paper he had stopped and was staring out of tho window again. For something was happening in the third floor back of No, 17, Nevens Crescent. s The girl had come in, perhaps to cook her lunch,. She had her hat and toat on. With her was a man who seomed to tower over her fragile pretâ€" tiness like some ogre. . 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, ho could weave a story round it and solveo the burning problem of his life at one and the same time. One morning Peterson sat near to her in the little restaurant round the corner that sold a threeâ€"course lunch for 35¢. He saw that her eyes were blue as the skies he wrote about in his stortes. And he hoped that even that modest meal meant that the tide of illâ€"luck had changed. But apparentâ€" Iy not. She still seemed to live half that day in the littla room opposite his windowâ€"reading the newspapers, or, more likely, looking through the advertisement columns in search of a job. 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 Crescentâ€"he had checked the number of the house by counting the backs from the beginning of the roadâ€"ocâ€" 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 cosâ€" tums (probably her onty one) as he had fAirst seen her at closo quarters in the restaurant kept coming between him and the paper on which he wrote. What mado it worse was that he was feeling romantic. _ And the roâ€" mance had begun at that very window. For exactly oppositeâ€"les than fifteen yards awayâ€"was another window. And behind that window there lived a girl. He had first noticed her two months beforeâ€"a slim, goldenâ€"haired child, frying sausages over a gasâ€"ring. At twelve o‘clock on a weekday mornâ€" Ing. ‘There can be only one explanaâ€" tion when a business girl living in one back room does such a thing at such an hourâ€"she must be unemployed. Ho would havs spoken to her, but there was a proud tilt to Iter chin that warned him against such a course. If times were hard, that chin seemed to be saving, the world shall never know. 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, looking out from his third floor back room across a vista of Chelsea chimâ€" neyâ€"pots, trying in vain to get inspiraâ€" tion from the smoke. By Margaret Munro Derek Peterson tore up the fourth sheet of paper and stared moodily out of the window. Toâ€"day the idea for which ho was groping would not come, and all he had to show for two hours of concentrated thought was the torn fragments in his wastepaperâ€"basket. The Howden airship station where the _ Airships Guarantes Company built the Râ€"100, a visitor to Canada in August, is closing down at the end of London.â€"Whatewier the outcome of the inquiry into the disaster to the glant airship R101, Britain will not build asy more airships for a long time to come. He Ne Wanted to Heip Herâ€"and Was the Only Way. Plot and Counterâ€"Plot The editor of " _ had asked ry. The price ere he was, This Seeing that you are a writer," she said, "it is strange it never occurred to you that I might be an actress." "To get work," Peterson said, unâ€" 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 homeâ€"forgive me, but I cannot help noticing that you are often in your room over thereâ€"so it was obviâ€" ous that you were unemployed. And you really earned that money, because secing you about inspired me to write a story. So do please keep It. I proâ€" mise not to worry you again, ;vlse some indirect means of helping : her. "No, Miss Snell,‘ ‘he answered. "But â€"well, from this room I can see your room. And after yesterday morningâ€" you know what I meanâ€"I badly wantâ€" ed to help you. We ara neighbors, you know. It seemed such hard luck after all your efforts. And I couldn‘t think of any other way of helping you. That‘s all. I didn‘t mean any harmâ€" really I didn‘t." "I suppose not," sald 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‘?" The plot was a winner. Peterson knew instinctively that, with the feelâ€" 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 done, and quickly. It wouldn‘t be fair to make money out of her misfortune and leavae her to starve. It wouldn‘t do to lose the inspiration of that se date little goldenâ€"haired figure. In fact, it 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 anc 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. It was dark when he returned to his room. Toâ€"morrow he would write the story, and toâ€"night she could sleep free from immediate worries, It had all fitted in very well. "Peterson,‘ he said, wishing a trapâ€" 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. 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 soulâ€"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. He glanced out of the window. Her room was in darkness, Probably she was outâ€"celebrating her good forâ€" tune. He wondered when and how he would get to know her. 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.â€"erâ€"â€"" The beauty of the girlâ€"her courage in the face of despairâ€"made him crazy with delight. Here was the nc %, star for which he was lookingâ€"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. At nineâ€"thirty next morning his landlady informed him that Miss Paâ€" 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. At that point the plot entered the realm of fiction. _ Acrose the road, overlooking her window, lived temâ€" porarily a film producer who was lookâ€" ing for "life." Tired of studio pupâ€" pets, he had "disappeared" into Lonâ€" don‘s millions to discover heartâ€" throbs. If onlyâ€"â€" And at that moment the plot came. The first two chapters showed a girls‘ unequal struggle in an overcrowded city. The disapperance â€"penny by pennyâ€"of her pathetically small savings, as sho trudged the streets looking for work. Until the black day when her landlord said "Get out!" Then came the scene be had just witnmessed. The bi#‘ying manâ€"the proud courage of the girl in the fact of this new blow. Her beâ€" lief, even in that black hour, that her luck would change. November. _ Sir Dennistoun Burney, bead of the company, explained the station was closing because the comâ€" pany had no orders for building and he had no idea when, if ever, it would be reâ€"opened. The Râ€"100 is at present laid up and proposed alterations and enlargeâ€" ments have been indefinitely postâ€" poned, "My plot seems to have been a bit out all round," he said at last, not darâ€" ing to look up. "It was father you saw in my room. He‘s a real dear, but terribly oldâ€" fashioned. He objects to my going on the stage. He objects to my living alone in Londonâ€"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, ho came up in a towering rage. I had to promise to go kome for the waekâ€"end to get rid of him." Peterson laughed grimly. Hea had made a pretty fool of himself, and with the one girl who maitered. Talk about imagination! "On the contrary, I think your plot was rather sweet and vyery symâ€" pathetic,‘ she answered, placing $50 on the table. "And, as usually hapâ€" pens, the plot that counts is the one taken from real life." "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 youâ€"if only to let him see how nicely I‘m looked after when I‘m alone in London. Then he won‘t insist on my leaving the stage ay more." Peterson felt himself growing red; he began to realize that he was an outsize in fools. Yet it had all seemed so clear. But she did not spare him. A soft, white hand stole across his for an instant and was gone again. Her father didn‘t. But Derek didâ€" just six months later. And, strange to reiate, Patricia did not tilt her proud little chin and refuse. On the contrary, she said "If you wish" very sweetly, and kissed him again. Longâ€"range guns ‘on one of Red Russia‘s sea dog# o0f war, seen during recent manceuvyres ; Baltic, which is said to be causing feeling of uneasiness throughout Europe. s f Which was was all in the plot.â€" Answers. Carmada‘s eel fishery is an old indusâ€" try. . Early explorers made reference to the importance of the eel fishery carried on by the Indians. 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. s An Old Canadian Industry Nelson Column Grown Over 14 Feet in 90 Years The fliers went to Elysee Palace, where President Doumergue, Premier Tardieu and other members of the Government tendered officilal greetâ€" ings. _ The President decorated them with their recently granted promoâ€" tions in the Legion of Honor. . Vast crowds milled about Elysee Palace. Parisâ€"The French Government anâ€" nounced that desiring to associate Colonel Charles A, Lindbergh, for his epochal transâ€"Atlant‘lc flight, with the triumphal return of Dieudonne Coste and Maurice Bellonte, it has promulâ€" gated a decree promoting Lindbergh to the grade of Commander in the Legion of Honor. Parisâ€"Dicudonne Coste and Maurâ€" ice Bellonte, home from their transâ€" 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. s Londonâ€"The Nelson columm in Traâ€" falgar Square has "grown" 14 feet 4 inches in the 90 years it has been erected. This discovery was made by a steeplejack named Larkin who comâ€" pared its height with the official recâ€" ords in the office of works. Coste is Decorated No official explanation has been forthcoming. Meanwhile the Governâ€" ment has ordered scientific measure ments to be taken to find out what is wrong with the famous London landâ€" mark. Canon City, Colo.â€"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 bloomâ€" ing of a snowball tush is considered unusual by horticulturists, Bush Blooms Three Times Russia‘s Big Guns In Legion of Honor ‘Rural Buyers Want | _ Canadian Goods "Stocks in country and town stores have taken on a new aspect," said Mr. Putuam. "The Canadian article is replacing the imported, particularâ€" 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 resoluâ€" tions and they support them with acâ€" tion. Women‘s Institutes have passed resolutions commending Canadian proâ€" ducts to the community and merâ€" chants and clerks are learning a lot of things about Canada and her proâ€" ducts. Canadian goods are replacing imâ€" ported products in the average town and village store in Ontario as a result of rural residents demanding home grown â€" and â€" manufactured products, G. A. Putnam, of +he Ontario departâ€" ment of agriculture, and advisor and counsellor to the Women‘s Institutes, stated recently in an interview. "Merchants are studying geography and brands," continued Mr. Putnam. "They are finding out that their cusâ€" tomers who tell them they prefer Canadian products are not only sentiâ€" mentally patriotic but shrewdly wise. Behind the label is quality.and value." Vancouverâ€"Hen No. 6, a British Columbia White Leghorn, the propâ€" erty of William Whiting of Port Kells, passed the world‘s record recently for production when It laid its 353rd egs in as many days. This hen comes from the famous University of British Columbia stock, and was bred by Whiting. Imported Products Being Reâ€" placed, Department Ofâ€" ficial Says Many a true word is spoken when two women quarrel. Hen Beats World Record io nddiendioo | un ~&" [ ie Cn’balgn ‘production of rewsprint 1 in 1999 totalled 2,729,000 tons, or nearâ€" ‘* "Iy TÂ¥wice the amount produced by the t thgm}pion's nearest competitor, the ~ oi i digited â€"States. «4 we #b ths !1 o uieG » e i "i‘8me a handle is sufficient to block them with an additional weight of twelve tons. There is a turret A and a turâ€" 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 digging of trenches. Even if a shell could pene trate through the roof of rock, it would be stopped from exploding on a large surface by the thick steee! walls that form the angles of the passages. It would be no exaggeration to lz ;lll:. .lo‘ that the Bank of France keeps w( golds in a fortress. Bombs thrown on uie Paris from an airplane would never ew al pass through the armour which proâ€" Ine e tects the cellars, and in case of : 7 The 4 revolution 1,000 men, soldiers l‘l teriegs bank e goloyes would be in a posit 0!: 04 44 to stand an underground seige (')t a fip least a month, Every danger which â€"\_am might threaten the stock of gold h“l Clike a been foreseen and avoided by the enâ€" c00r5e, gineers who some years ago built the' io Aohy vaults. They are buried underl samel ninetyâ€"six feet of compact rock. 4 Underneath and around them flows | With the tamed stream of the subterran-: sucty ean river of the Grande Batellec‘e.! gm“-(‘e. which the engineers !ounfi on thatl prps spot when they began to dig. They n eap > decided to use it as a means of deâ€" .:n'ound fense against possible undermining S elder of the cellars. The water has been L eoble drained in a intricate system g:' Cny 50 .8 canals that surrounds the waterprc ‘ o+ Sivh walls. y If a riot should occur in Paris to, morrow, the Bank of France would be in a position to go immediately on a state of siege and resist any attacks of the rioters for several weeks,. In less than a halfâ€"hour all the clerks and mapagers would be down in the vaults, where desks and chairs stand ready for them. Sixty airpipes, whose outer ends are dispersed and hidden so carefully that it would be unlikely for the besiegers to discover them, would supply fresh air. | Electrical heating machines, installed in the cellars and entirely independent of the heating apparatus of the upper buildings, would keep the temperature at a pleasant degree,. In a halfâ€"minute the dynamos of the vaults would proâ€" duce enough energy to supply light, heat and air. So give me a gun and some old marsh, And the ~whistle of wild ducks‘ 4. "‘wings, When the roar of my shotgun wakes ~_ .. the morn ‘‘And a hundred fying things. Canadian Newsprint Output Nearly Twice That of U.S. The access to the vaults reminds of the defense organization of a fort. The doors of steel and cement weigh eight tons each, and a mere twist of Oflicials of the bank who show the vaults, give the turrets and doors the military name of "first and second lines of defense." Provisions Received Daily i The feeding of the defenders of the | vaults, in case of emergency has beenl fully provided for. The kitchens are| ready to cook at any moment enough food for at least 1,000 persons and stocks of provisions are renewed | every day. There are down in the cellars cupboards filled with plates, dishes, forks, knives and spoons. Huge saucepans and caldrons worked by electrical power await the soup and stew. Not the tiniest detail has been omitted. Give me a gun and some old marsh, And the whistle of wild ducks‘ wings, t When the roar of my shotgun wakes the morn And a hundred fying things. And we judge the speed and the proâ€" per lead, As only a hunter can, There‘s honor, too, and a comradeship Amoung the hunter clan. There‘s a swapping yarns and a friendâ€" ly tip, And a meeting of man to man. Paris Has Largest Stock of, Waistline of Trousers to Rest Yellow Metal in at Floating Ribs, is Exâ€" Europe perts‘ Dictum Paris.â€"Enirenched â€" in cuemonu‘ New Yorkâ€"Many interesting things strongFer than the Verdun forts, locked | are browing in the highâ€"flown world up in a frame of steel, water and rock, | of men‘s wear, including what appears lies buried deep in the middla of Ml' to be a return to candyâ€"stripe shirts, the gold builion of France. It is the| which were worr promiscuously im largest stock of yellow metal in| that era when neckt‘e knots looked Europe. In the latest weekly report| like frankfurters. France‘s total gold was figured at A survey of the leading men‘s clothâ€" $1,939,00,000. But almost every day| ing houses in this city has also reâ€" 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 82,.' trousers. The waistlne of a stylish 000,000,000. | pair of pants is to rest definitely mt The mud hens patter across the pond, And the teal come whizzing in, And the greenhead jumps from the grass beyond, And the hunters all begin. France Holds Gold Men‘s Fashions Now In Veritable Fort Undergoing Change With a pop, pop here, and a bang, bang there, The opening season‘s sign, And the next duck comes from we know not where, Across the gray skyâ€"ling. Aoflcs m Hunting Ducks e :s 194 ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO «â€"§, W. Dixon 44‘ % Intelligence and a reasonable standâ€" ard of living were the soundest founâ€" dations of world peace, Harold B. Butâ€" ler, deputy director of the Internaâ€" tional Labor Office at Geneva, told members of the Women‘s Canadian Club at a recent meeting in Toronto. Peace was brought about by civilizaâ€" tion, and civilization by intelligence and higher standards of living, Mr Butier contended. When the aid to civilization, _ prosperity, _ crumbled, peace was shattered. "There is no peace without social justice," Mr. Butler aaid as he reviewâ€" ed the reforms brought about by the International Labor Bureau at Geneva. Similarly there is no social justice without peace, because you cannot imâ€" prove standards of living and provide for the education of children, giving them the physical and mental developâ€" ment they require as human beings unless the world is in a prosperous condition. "The world is not made prosperous by war. The last war almost smashed civilization, and the next certainly will." Prosperity Needed For World Peac» Geneva Leader Shows How International Labor Burâ€" eau Contributes It was the «luty of every citizen to give his or her support to the League of Nations, Mr. Butler contended, and he urged that a keen interest be given by every country to the part played by its delegates in the international conferences. * Not "Red" Work The International Labor Bureau had nothing whatever to do with "Mosâ€" cow," Mr. Butler explained with a smile. It was really the labor section of the League of Nations and its purâ€" pose was to improve social conditions throughout the countries it representâ€" ed. It was supported by 55 Governâ€" ments, Canada‘s contribution of $55,â€" 000 averaging about half a cent for every citizen. For the benefit of nonâ€"Christian countries where each seventh day was uot observed as a day of rest, the bureau had insisted upon its becot» ing a holiday for workers, he pointed out, Before ~this legislation Japan had just two holidays a month for it# working people, he said. It represented Governments, employâ€" ers and workers, each country sendâ€" ing two Government representatives, one representative for ebpi®¥ers and one for workers to the conferences. Among outstanding achievements Of the bureau had been the abolition of child labor and women night workers, It had also brought about strict obâ€" servance of a seventh day of rest im countries where Sunday was not reâ€" cognized. ¢ New Yorkâ€"Many interesting things are brawing in the highfown world of men‘s wear, including what appears to be a return to candyâ€"stripe shirts, which were worn promiscuously im that era when neckt‘e knots looked like frankfurters. In 18 countries employment of childâ€" ren urder 14 years of age was preâ€" hibited,â€"â€"and in Jndia the minimum age of workers was placed at 12 since, it was believed, 12 years in the shortâ€" er life of Indians was equal to 14 in western countries. A survey of the leading men‘s clothâ€" ing houses in this city has also reâ€" vealed that the fashion experts have practically made up their minds about trousers. The waistlae of a stylish pair of pants is to rest definitely at the floating ribs rather than at the hips, Galluses, it seems, are here te stay. The suit people, in exploiting their new numbers, have hit ~pon a steamâ€" ing descriptive line for the jacket, "The jacket," they say, "has those wide, puffed Times Square shoulders and a walst that hugs the body with a home*" B: "Qnly herâ€" ow T A: ‘What does a wite want in a t