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YEAR-ROUND RESORT HOTEL 8TF ADELE EN HAUT P.O. CANADA WINTER HOLIDAY Located hlli in " l,iiurcu<iau. I li I luiur- l"ii- but.-l nli I. nrw u<l. dl<l..i, offrr, ,uu til* minimum In hulld./ jilrn-. M f . Ski ,-hool . . Ill-ton* . . . flooa-IM bill* . . . PBCIOH* 'in- drclt* and ilmn-in* lo the Terrace II.X.HI. II*- Irlcted. Write for i>kl., rmr and reservation*. ,. KATHLEEN" Adapted By RANDALL M. WHITE From The M.G.M. Picture, Kathleen, Starring Shirley Tempi* CHAPTER ONE "The house on the hill." Not ombre or haunted Just a home of wealth from which a young wife and mother had been grimly reaped. Kathleen Dn.ii was a natural product of such environment but a little lady of twelve who had nscaped many of the Inherent pitfalls. She wasn't "spoiled". Her poise and dignity were not hard "sophistication." Her's was still a child mind, sharpened by training her father's wealth waa able to supply In a purely impersonal way. its lack was the void which only tenderness could fill -a void which found expression In long- Ing, not sad only vibrant with fantasies and day dreams. KarM. !>: Kathleen! Open this door!" It was Mrs. Parrell, Kathleen's nursemaid-governess, who rattled the knob of her charge's bedroom door when sh found It locked af- ter h&vlog searched In lass obvious placet for the youngster. There was lens Irascibility In her tone than she had shown oa her tour among ih* household servants but more than befitted her position as an expert In chIM care. The- door was slow to open- but when U did. Mrs. Varrell a. most : j on her face from the position she had taken to look through the keyhole! "So! Snooping again!" Kathleen observed contemptuously. "You nasty, mean littl* girl! I mitflit have hurt myself bad!" was Uie Infuriated governess' answer. "Badly not bad. The adverb not the adjoctKe," AJlsn Davis cor- rectf>d with calm superiority. U was ]ust more fuel to Mrs. Fin ri'il's flaxntng rage. "I demand to know," she shouted, "what it U you do every Saturday afternoon where you go!" Co ahead and demand I won't tell you," the youngster replied delianlly. "Well, this Saturday you're In for a big surprise, young lady," the cnverness raged on "I'm going to keep my eyes glued to this door!" "They'll look awful silly," Kath- le-n observed disinterestedly. Mis. KarreU fairly spluttered. "Kit her you mend your ways, miss, or I'm going straight to your father," she cried. "I'm going to tell him that after I've devoted years of my life to caring for his mothorlesg child" "1 wish you'd stop calling me a 'motherless child'," Kathleen In- terrupted sharply. "It's true that mother died when I was Itorn but since I'm, oh, so terribly sorry, It's scarcely polite, for you to keep reminding me of it." "We'l, never mind." went on the enraged woman, "I'm going to your father and I'm going to tell him all I know about 'M.S.' and 'Hudl'!" Kathloen flared In sudden rage. "You mean, moan snoop!" she cried. "You've been reading my diary! I never told that to SlllftlH SOlll!" "If you were a nice girl with * nice clean wind you wouldn't keep a diary," was the servant's viciously unkind retort. " Vou wouldn't HAVE secret thoughts Every nllor, pT and airman Mentholntum for dogens of minor ail- ment*. Umall In coil but very valuable in us*. QUICK RELIEF FOR MEAD COLDS CHAPPINQ IIRED AND ACHING FEET SUNBURN INSECT BITE! OUTS AND BRUISES and oihw con dilinin. ISSUE 1 '42 you're ashamed oil" Passages of this kind were not uncommon between the pathetical- ly nogiected "poor little rich girl" and the only woman her father had given her to fill her life. This last evidence of snooping rankled In Kathleen's mind. Hiir- reptloualy and Ingeniously she had fashioned a trap before another hour had pasaed, When she emerged from her bed- room again Kathleen Crowed quite carelessly on a bookshelf In the upetatrs sitting room she shared with her governess a little card- board box. It was the kind o thing any twelve-year-old might have been Interested In "'building" Just a childish "gadget." A string hung loosely through a slot In the top. Tbe box was covered with crayon scrawls. One said "Per- sonal . 1'rlvate Property ot Kath- leen Daviu." Another warned "Do Not Pull This String." Still others- read: "Do Not Touch!", "Danger! Hand* Off!" * * Only Kathleen knew that inside the boi a couple of crepe paper snappers party favors had been glued to the bottom and the string tied to the ends that had to be pulled to make the snapper* "explode!" One of Mrs FarreU's traits was the same kind of persistence and determination which a marauding farm cat displays when he sits (or hours in wait for a baliy robin to try its feeble wings ou its first perilous flight from the neat. True to her threat. Mrs. Farrell exer- cised nii, trait that Saturday af- ternoon. sh "glued her eyes" to Kathleen's bedroom door. Not even her curiosity over the planted box could divert her. The watcher saw iier charge leave her chamber and enter the bathroom. She loiiud the door un- locked when she tried it after what she considered u too-long lapse of time. Kathleen wasn't there the carelessly closed doov of a small laundry chute In the bathroom suggested the answer to the riddle. From the basement, Kathleen left the house through u window tii.-it I'M onto the lawn neur a heavy hedge. Her bicycle was there not by accident. A few minutes later she dismounted In front of a little, grimy shop on a back street in tho village near her home. Mouths before sho had been attracted by its windows crowded with antiques anil junky articles waiting to he "swapped." This af- ternoon she entered hurrl<Hl!y to i." i> an appointment she had duly entered In her diary. Max Kehoner, tall, spiuo Vien- nese proprietor of the chop, came from a bn-k room to grew! her. "Kathleen! Hello, my friend!" he ciille<t out gaily. "I was afraid It was a customer." "Itndl, here's Kathleen." he con- tinued aa he ushered his visitor through the shop anil back Into Ills living quarters. Out of the dark I'aine a flash of white ami a grotesquely trimmed circus poodle catapulted himself into the little girl's arms! * At'tttr Uieir custom, Kathleen, "M.S." and "Hudi" had a ,... i ...iil Saturday afternoon tea. More Important than the cookies and ho^chocolute he nvided, was iliu sympathetic ear the kindly Max lent to his little visitor's fan- tastic conversation. To lilui she tried bravely to he everything she wanted to be and wasn't. She had both a mother and a fattier, the latter a poor, hard-working llHhoriuan -- a "Pagan god," she . .Hi' .1 him -who idolized both Iier and her mother and brought them flwoers as well as fish each day. For an unhappy little girl she knew who lived in a big house "on the hill," Max Joined her In sympath- etic commiseration. ..menisii-H 1 don't see how .,i tuuds It," the brave little story- teller wnt on. "That poor little girl her mother's dead she doesn't even remember liar . . . .mil her I'.ithur's always so busy." "But, your friend," ventured the sly old nun. "doesn't she *ver try to make friends' with Her fathart" "Mr. Schoner," Kathleen declar- ed quite positively, "what can you do with * man who doesn't know what you're like evenl Why I slu mtKht be a mere Infant the war he (real her I" 'But, sometimes," Max dfeud*4V (or grown-ups It's hard to undr- ttand a ohlld. It's like they're skf. They tot the love all rtfht, t*U the .v.'.iii tar it- they ain't joll Kathleen'* host stood la the doorway she rode away, a aa4 qulisloal smile OB hta lips * saw her head hs)i toward hill" Mrs. v*-r. was weJilni la but h roor. the laundry chut* returning to her room over the identical route she had used In leaving it. Her scolding was Interrupted by * telephone call from her employ- er's secretary. Mr. Uavis would dine at home that night. Would Mrs. Kin-fit find it convenient to have his daughter visit with him, the secretary bad been directed to inquire. * The governess relayed the news to Kathleen mainly to aasuru r that the time was close at hand when Mr. Davis would be Inform- ed of his daughter's shortcomings. But, strangely, the little girl was delighted. U suited a secret plan she had been cherishing. In her bedroom Kathleen worked busily over a scratch pad. Then ahe poised bar stubby pencil. "To Daddy from Kathleen" was affixed and erased. "J.U.S. from K.D." met the same fate. Finally "My Heart Cried Out" was written to stay. Then the little day-dreamer per- formed one of her not infrequent rituals. She propped herself up among the pillows on her luxurious bed, drew her knes close up in front of her and opened the lid of a little music box on a table beside the bed. As its faint, sweet.tlnkly tune began she made her half-clon- ed eyes see visions In fancy Kathleen descended the grand staircase, a deathless mes- sage clutched to her breast. Her father she loved so dearly and was seeking to win back turned from the fireplace to greet her. "I've been lonely for you, darling," ha said tenderly and she told htm she'd been lonely, too and read him her poem to prove It. she had lighted bis pipe for him and he had sat down to listen, with her on a stool at his faet. "My Heart Cries Out," she had begun, and then: "I don't ask for the moon above. 1 just ask for your love. You don't seem to know I'm alive, Vet to win your love I always strive. You can hear the birds sing, You can hear the bells ring. So please don't be deaf and keep us apart Listen to the cry of my heart." The little music box stopped playing. Came a sharp knock on Kath- leen's bedroom door and the strident voice of Mrs. Karrell. "Your father's downstairs don't keep him waiting," she said. "And. Ji:t for once, do try tu be a nice, ;iolite child." It was the time. The dream crashes - next installment. in the The Shark Yields Valuable Vitamins Has Now Become Source of Revenue, Says the St. Thom- as Times-Journal I'ntil quite recently sharks have hr>en regarded as the mo-t useless lit' denizens of the si:a. They lire iiniithenia tu IMu'i'Uien IK-IMI si laeir prfsuice scares fish aw.iy from tho fishing grounds, nnil when the larRn- s:>t<cies get cansht In a net they thnsh nboi I so miirlt that tlu-y seri.Hisly ilamv.;e the gear. I'auully l!:ey lime bi en sold fur lei-mixers. Thanks tu chemical research, however, 'the sl.ai U has now IID- conie a valuable II :. Then* are miiny species of the sharp lam- ily but the welcome typea are the dog-shnrk. the. soupt'in, the blue, thrasher and mud sluirk. Their liv- er is discovered to be richer in vitamin A limn an> other suu- stiineu. From the Canadian west coast down to Sun Francisco, fish- ermen are now going out for sharks only, and the aggregate value of catches Is something like |75, Oliii.nno a year; money wliirh was formerly discarded. Recently, a four-man boat out ot San Fran- cisco hrought In a 17,000 catch lu five days, making over $1,100 for each man. The average ts |700 to fl.SOO a week tor three men. Oil for Planes The boom Is due to a San Fran- Cisco druggist who begun using ahark's liver to fortify feed for poultry. He found that the liver ol the soupfln shark contained 20 times as much vitamin A as the liver of halibut and other fish. It yi>lded 100,000 units per gram fouipared with 5,000 In the others. .During this currant year the Uni- ted States Government has bought four trillion units. Much ol this haa been sent to liritaln and Rus- sia under the Lease-Lend Act. The rust has been "fed" to the Ameri- can army, uavy and air force. Vita- min A U exceptionally raluable for night flyers, and It U alto ij.:ui- glvea to people urUo are eaiMlgated. u u remarkable etteot on eyesight. Bsperlmenti have also demon- strated that shark'* liver produces ft remarkable OU for UM tB strato- pbM plane*, toe lubricant beluf vaatfeoted \n extreme or rapid oltanges ot temperature. This oil ! raluable also In the finest mech Uiiiinh Government U also u fortify martarln*. Canadian Merchant Navy sea- men who brave enemy submar- ines, surface raiders and aircraft in order to transport troops and war supplies overseas, will now be entitled to wear the badge pic- tured above. The insignia draws attention to the fact that these men of the merchant fleet are vir- tually part of Canada's fighting force. The government Order in Council authorizing issue of the badge states that it Is to be worn by the personnel of ships of Can- adian registry "When on shore leave in civilian attire, in order that recognition may be accorded to the national importance of their contribution to the sea transport of troops, munitions and supplies, and the carriage of ex- ports to overseas markets." Child Cures Fear Of Hun Air Raids Three-year-old Janet, who was in a Bristol hospital when it was bombed, cured herself of fear of air raids by talking to her dolls. For three weeks after the bomb- ing Janet woke up terrified every time the sirens sounded. At the end of that time she was heard telling her dolls how the bombs fell the night the hospital was hit and how the windows were shattered over them. She told the story night after night and grad- ually her fear of the raids lessen- ed. Now, Janet wakes only when the barrage is particularly heavy. "BON-BON" APRON IS NICE GIFT By Anne Adam* Sweet as canay-cane is this "Bon-Bon" apron, so named be- cause its lacy ruffles are like those on a candy box. Pattern 4931 by Anne Adams makes a lovely, inexpensive gift, and a clever" addition to your own ward- robe too. " The skirt is gathered into an up-pointed waistband and has no side seams. The bodice is cut in-one with the shoulder straps which button togethe in back. The apron ties in back, too, with a ruffle-trimmed sash. Outline the bodice and the big heart pocket with crisp white eye- let ruff lea or organdie frills! A powder blue or lemon yellow dim- ity would be an attractive fabric choice. You'll find complete, il- lustrated directions in the Sewing Instructor. Order this now for holiday sewingl Pattern 4931 is available In slses small (32-34), medium (SB- SB), and large (40-42). Small ili* takes -J v ii yards 35 inch fabric j and 3% yards ruffling:. Send twenty cents (20c) in 1 ooins (stamps cannot be accept- ed) for this Anne Adams pattern i to Room 421, 73 Adelaide St. i West, Toronto. Write plainly 1 siie, name, address an*l style number. me RiPine REVEL IN WINTER At ihl .u., ....i. ... niHlm. <>.. 'might from lornniu and Ontario, tm the lam- on* l.iiiirrnliiliu . . . BU routiln with or without private bath* . . . t-uiufurtai>ie lounge* . . coy heartna eiteellt table aad every up-to-date convenience. * ovr> and -Hill 0" on tke property . . . marked trail* . . . official ski .huul. >adlan and Kuroutan Instructor* . . . all winter artlvltlen. Restricted Clientele, irk 1 1. * rates nrltei lite. Mursrurrlte Station, !'.*. kl-tv II No Watch Runs In i-'eri ect 'i ime Even Railroad Time-Pieces Vary From One-Half to One Second Every Day Wo watch keeps perfect time, Clarence Woodbury writes in Am- erican Magazine. Fine American raiload watches will run from one- half to a full second fast or slow every day, and one ot the most expensive watches you can buy a little number which retails for around $5,000 will be off one- eighteenth of a second e-very day. if your watch happens to be- come magnetized by a dynamo or an X-ray machine, there's a simple way to take out the juice. Expose It to the same magnetic field again, and twirl it round and round, debonairly, as you retreat from U. The same watch will k&ep dif- ferent time in winter and summer, indoors and out. In zero temper- ature, the average watch will lose ten seconds In twenty-four hours, ..ad under a blazing sun it will gain ten. When you et your watch, turn- ing the hands backward won't hurt it a bit. Only in striking clocks must the hands be moved forward. "Don't wind it too tight or you'll break the spring!" That old warn- ing is meaningless today. The strongest ui.ui on earth couldn't wind most modern watches hard enough to break the mainsprings. Manufacturers have made them muscleproof. Tiny watches are just as accur- ate as big ones when they're prop- erly adjusted, but they cau seldom take as much punishment. If you simply must open your watch and let Junior see how the wheels go round, perform the op- eration in an air-conditioned room. Otherwise, you may have to pay for a repair job. infinitesimal par- ticles of dust cau clog the works, and if damp air gets into your watch, the uioUturc wilt condense later and may cause rust. Kust inn - more watches than all other causes combined. TUe life expectancy ol any good rnoilern watch is far greater than that ot Us owner. If it is cleaned and oiled regularly once every two years, the average 21-jewel time-piece will tick on through at least two ceuuiries. Lc.te Arrival Club Has Few Members An Honor to Belong to Club Whose Badge la a Little Koot With Metal Wings Its an honor to belong to the Lati- Arrival Club, which was start- ed not long ago in the Middle East. You cau't become a member jusi by paying a subscription and being pasted by a committee, liefore you cau wear its badge, a little boot with metal wings, you have not only to belong to one of tlie Allied air lorces operating out there, but you have to have returned on toot from a machine which has either crashed or had to make a torceil landing. There., are about lorty members in the Western Desert. The latest of these is an Austra- lian pilot officer. Having been chased by four Messerschmitts, he bad to fly his bullet-riddled machiuu so low to get away from them that he lauded with a terrific smack, teariug off the under- carriage and the propeller. The shock of the bump catapulted the wrecked plane 500 uvt up In the air before it finally came to rest. The pilot, considerably the worse for wear, scrambled out to find himself thirty miles ou the wrong side ot the Libyau-Ugyptlan fron- tier. With a little food and a bottle of water imost of which got split OB the way) he set out ou his loug trek, walking only at night fo; there were ttermau patrols about. After two aud a half days one ol our own patrols picked him up, exhausted. He's now back with his squadron. That'* a typical "Uate Arrival." Lard Was Answer To Shipping Space Frozen Lard Proves Best In- sulation For Protection of Fresh Foods Chicago packers have put over a fast one on Hitler by devising a new insulator for frozen meata. The insulator is itself an export, the old reliable export that has survived nn-.-i handsomely the de- cline of international trade IB .01-11 belt foodstuffs that is, lard. merman submarine warfare cut senously into the available supply of retrigeiator ships and reiriger- ated space on general cargo boats. Ketrigerator snips are costly to build, Doth in time, money and in materials and skilled labor need- ed lor arms and munitions. Ke- trigeratmg machinery takes up valuable cargo space. i>o the packers stepped in to provide a substitute method of shipping fresh foods. As a part of that search, they experimented with all manner of substances to insulate shipments of frozen lood. Frozen lard proved to be the beat insulator. Fat-hungry Britain cries tor lard, so thus we have not one bird, but a whole flock of traffic trouble birds, killed with one inventive stone, a packaging . aterial that is itself a food. War enters the picture of this latest triumph in preservation and transport of food. But the stim- ulation of war has played a great part in the development of too i'ood industries. The art of can- ning is a Napoleonic war baby, aa are beet sugar and cheap soda. Oleomargarine is another food bom in barracks. A Boy's Solicitude An American mining engineer just back from southern Rhodesia, told about a thing he had seen in the little village of Guela. A native boy arrived there after a trek of 200 miles across the veldt carrying a 150-pound sack of "mealie," the native food. The boy deposited the sack on the porcJt of the British Commissioner, tie explained that he had heard that tho Uermaus were uyiiig to Starr* iha English. He thought that the "mealie," if it could bo delivered, would keep the King and Queen from going hungry for quit* a long time. ; Ai fEATlll on sS BEE HIVE C-OLDEN I 4 Starch For De$s rl$ mum numannie i nPt^- St. Lawrence Starch Co. ti.-ni

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