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snow suit. He ran straight to Connie, flllylllg arms and legs at llle aunts as they tried to stop

lxm. “My mummy," he screamed. "You let me have my mummy!" Connie shook Skippy: should- ers. "Listen here. snlall fry-that's

an l-i

CHAPTER XXVIII Skippy didn't come into the

pzlrlol- \ lore the S}>§L‘.\'.'l‘S motion- Id Cilllllli? to 1i .\'.\i..

I; \v\'.i\ (inubxiul ill-m. he'd ever no “my go act Jugf, g0 very pond-ly- bsflll ill ll.‘ u’. u-l or over yrould be. dug .151; your 3.11.15 if they'll ‘ct, I‘... .:l hi.» }l.l:'.ul' (luv-l never 11.".- vou so with me on a special

gored ulld small and muddy foot-

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Christmas trip."

So in the end it was agreed. "Ho likes you," both of the aunts said, solemnly.

"Well, I'm handy with klds," Connie snliled. “And I'll take good care of him-promise that noth-

Wnillzi be unthinkable. Not l oi Christmas here, llot a of holly red or evergreens.

lLllli it's best no: to speak 0i $Rip;>-_f.. lllulllrr bi-forc llilll,“ ulll- oi l..l zllllllS explained.

Tile o’ l‘ added, "We had a 1mg will happeny Ietlfr tor: ' from the hospital in Al, the very 135g may unbem, a Etsbl“ F H," 9011mm" 1s 5'1" little. "Tell ulb we Wish he!‘ a svl.<lll>_ LllLl 5.10 llallts to see her happy chrlstmax And H she

soil. He lxllks of nothing else and bififls Ill .~¢l- llcr. But since there's ‘ :0 gut the child there. lvc llg to spare hinl—ma.ke it u‘s.t‘i'. it! lltm to forget."

“Lila wants to see the little boy and he '-‘\'5.fllS to see her," Connie ' GPCI.

wants to come back some da_s— -\\'e'll still be here."

But Connie knew Lila would never be back. The aunts were too old now. too set and stern. Other plans would have to be made. but in the meantime-Christmas Eve was tomorrow and a little bov and

if?‘ ‘Fifmfl h“¥“l5.f°1.d"d- bewll‘ his mother would be tcgcllcl". delcq fol ‘their dlgnlil‘. H1911 '0 It was late afternoon when they “W” 1‘ MY“- Ii “@1114 be "11- stai‘ted—skies still bright and

possible for us to make the trip. As you can see. we're no longer :,'0ullg'--vve have never been that for HW‘ v from home. It's been rather ck to llllvc ihis young child ‘s at all. but it would

take him to his

clear; driving smooth.

Skippy sat beside her. "Where we go?" he asked. still afraid w smile, afraid to believe.

"You remember what I told you about Manlllla stopping eff to see Santa. Claus?"

He nodded. “You said come back —s0on."

"In the meantime we will try to do our best for Skippy," the second sister said. "I is Riven to tem- per outputs

“I think maybe I can help," Connie found llcrsclf offering.

Her wedding to Jerry Marsn was two days away. She had meant this trip to be the final gesture to- ward squaring tlre score with the Cllrlsmrls Spirit, Inc.

Yet here slle silt in the stiff- bzlckcd chair with the even more puffy-backed splnster aunts and saw that. the bus ties were knotting

again. The letter from the hospital had

little. We're going to see her."

Skippy snuggled closer. "I loves you and Pot." The words struck her oddly. Pat wouldn't think the story came first with her now. He'd know that nothing came ahead of this particular mission. No. not even Jerry Marsh.

She had on the diamond shoulder clips that. day and she started to touch them for luck. But, somehow. that sort of luck didn't mean so much any more.

Jerry hadn't understood how she felt about Skippy. He'd kidded her about the Christmas spirit. And

5&1?‘ ‘ha? Lu“ Em“ w“ sun when he'd had something more Scnmlblzv 11L v . exciting to do today than Christ- Cmme “a” h"°mb1m5~ H0“ mas shopping. he‘d set out to do it.

awful it would have been if she hadn't come wday—and yet, now that she was here couldn't go away and leave Skippy. The aunts, how- ever Just and well-meaning. were incompetent to care for him, had already stifled him and made him

Nohing strange at all about it, on his part. The strange thing was that she was out of step, out of tune with everything she had once thought important.

Well, Jerry would have to help her now-stand bv her until she

‘UHIIHDDY- delivered this Christmas bundle She got up. "Would you trust me _ to take Skippy w h“ moth" ‘for her to for hospital in Pitts

Christmas?"

They were dignified, til-ranking her for the kind offer. but saying they could not impose on her.

“Oh. it won't be imposing," Connie cried. "I want to do it. Pa: Patterson finished the trip with him one way-I'll see him bark.’

“He's cur responsibility." the

She drove the car carefully down through Stamford. Ooscob, Green- wich. The lights came on and the houses vied in holiday splendor. Wreaths and candles were in the windows: holly and stars on the doors. Fat little fir trees which s on the lawns had been

i strung with fristy bulbs. l

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laughing. squirming and ;ett'ng more like himself by the mllrre.

"Is nice. indeed," Connie axlswer- ed. "Nothing bigger than it-noth. m!’ qll-"Q like it, as our Pat would Say- That's been my trouble, §=klpny. I'm 8. little late rounding lllic the swing of this Christlnas business, but it's getting me fast."

‘Me tool’ 51nd Skippy. "getting m?- And my mummy — will r. get her?"

"Oh. with an awful bang. You: mother, pellzaps. mole than any- one." . .

He slgllml and settled close- to he!‘ again. not knowing dnyullng about miracles but believing in them Just the same.

When she reached the hotel she hedtatcd for a minute. This would have complications. of course. Per- "aps the hotel would disapprove of hBlTgfllflg out empty-handed and milling back with a baby, a big toy dog and a carload of packages. Perhaps Jerry and his friends were already in the lobby walting for her-and would hoot when they salv where Cllrls‘m'l5 SllCDDlllU had led.

"But Isre goes." she said tn _$k1lJlJY. and plallked him squarely lnto the arms of the doorman,

They made a trimuphant entry Connie 5, bit deflant—sklppv "yo

the

wide-eyed with wonder to be afraid. But everything was all right. 'l'll'ls was Christmas. ton-

people unbendillg, people under- standing.

“Who is he?" thc staff wanted to know at every turn, from lvllllop to manager.

"He's Skippy—tlle little boy llllo was marooned oll the bus with ".l.e. I'm taking him to his maillel."

Upstairs, Skippy discovered the fire engine in one of the blndles. He veered it around the floor- let it whistle for all it was worth.

She let him play for a while ulld ordered supper, all the time wait- ing for Jerry's call. If he could see the Skipper, she was sure he'd fall for him as she had-be right with her in seeing this through.

But Jerry Marsh didn't call and another hour went by. Skippy had played and eatem-been bathed very lnexpertly, and dressed in flannel pyjamas. And now he was drowsy, beseechlng. “Tell me a story Connie-like mummy told me. You 'member?"

Connie lifted him into her lap. tucked the bright yellow head against her shoulder. Yes. she re- membered. Everything came back as 1t llad been. The bus, the every- day people, the unquenchsble Pat Patterson. And Lila Ernst saying. "He's still smiling that funny smile of his-Jahinking about Chicken Little and the kind king."

"Oh, Skippy dear." she whisper- ed. “I'm afraid I'm Just wakinfl “Pl”

Her eyes were brimming with such foolish. helpless tears that she didn't even see Jerry until he was standing right beside her.

CHAPTER XXIX "Connie-what's tltoides?" Jerry's voice wu shaky.

idea is Skippy." she said.

u “Rise and chine for a zrlinutc longer so Jerry Marsh can sec you, big boy. He's going to be our Santa Claus wiin a ship ‘nstead of u.

l 13h."

seBut Skippy blinked his eyes once. twice, an men shut them. Sound asleep-good

troupe.

Connie mrrlod him inw the bed- room of her suite when she tucked him in between the sheets. Jerry followed andthenl. unghersrolnd into his arms. ill: has ayes sho adored frowning "Batter toll mo dint this is s about."

"We're go to fake Skim! to his mother or Chrislnas. She's very ill in o Pittsburgh hospital

"This is prgpooiervus. Don't be

IIIY. Connie.

"I'm not." she said. "I'm terribly much in earnest.”

He reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. "Our marriage license," he reminded tler. "You haven't forgotten?

Sh; lud thought when they went to City Hall to apply for the license. tlmt everyhlng would o0 firm under her feet again and she could forget the bus. the blizzard. the story and get back into the swing of her own life. But it hadn't turned out that way.

“There's sidll time to do thin." she pleaded. "We're ths speed and action couple-you a flier and mo s gal reporter. Sue will let you take her place. We can start early, be back Christmas Eve."

"I've made other plans," he said.

"Can't you change them‘! Can't you sec this my way? I've tried to tell you that I walked out on this youngster once and I feel s; lllls is the perfect way and tho only one in which I can make good. Call it anything you want- to me. it's like putting myself at peace."

He smiled his flashing white smile, bent down to kiss her. She could see he was trying to be patienip-trying to be tolerant and amused.

"Oh, Jerry. sit here with nle io- nignl for a little while. Let's be a cuuolc of hands to rock a cradle."

“Connie. dear. people are warms for lls downstairs, Sue and Bill, lwr. fliers."

"Forget them. Stay with me- stllnd lrv me. I'm takin: on the

Kinsmen Clubs of Canada Rush Milk to Britain's Children

ments. I find mv pleasure in my buslness- and suppose there is nothing for me to do but to ltt matters drift. waiting for time to release one or the other. HENRY T.

ANSWER-Tho picture that you paint of ~ your life, Mn-Man. is a very common one in many homes. and it is the great American tragedy. If you could roll up the shades in many a. living-room wlndowgyou would see a middle-aged man and woman reading or listening to the radio in a silence dull and cold and depressing. Not flve feet away from each other in body. but mllllotlfisi. of miles away in soul. Each afraid to speak for fear of starting some ng.

LIVING MILES APART

Yet these two eople once loved. They were once compzlnlonzlble. ‘They have worked ogeiller and suffered together. They have all their experiences and nlenlories in common. How does it happen that they lost touch, that they part and go their diflerent ways?

Perhaps the answer is that when they were voung they did not realize the importance of cultivating companionship, of being chums as well as husband and wife.

Sometimes this ls the wife's fault. She won't play with her husband She won't take the trouble to dress up and. go out with him. She won't make her effort to be friends with his friends and to enter into his amps:- lf he loves music. She

menis. She won't play for him or sing for him won't lay cards with him if he likes games. She won't listen to him when le talks about ills business. '

He is too tired to take his_ wife to I-Ie won't go to partles with im any-

Sometimes lt is the plan's fault. any place of nllluscnleni, ill the evenings. He never talks at home. and when his wife tries to tell h thing he ls as unresponsive as o. gravcn image.

But, however it is. the husband ancl wife drift apart. Their even- ings at home are dull a 1d silent, and they only brllzhlen up and get chatty when all outsider drcp ill. They miss all of the Joyous companionship that. husbands llnd wives have who are pals. and that ls lhe best thing that marriage can bring to any couple.

Perhaps when husbands and. wives have ceased to appeal to each other. they cannot revive a dead interest, but their example shcullibe a terrible xvnrnlng to all young married couples and make them cultivate eaiCéhlCiillfifFl compzmicnship. so that tllev may not be bored when they arr m B-HQCK .

o YOUNG BOYS COMPLAINT Dear Dorothy Dirt-I am a boy

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of 12 who finds himself in s difficult position. My home life is not a happy one, as my father and mother quarrel continually. I love them both and do not know. nor do I wish to know. who is in the wrong. when I side with my father. my mother gets mad. and when I agree with my mother. my father is hurt. How can I be neutral? I am an only cllild and both my parent< love me. but they make me vely miserable. SAD BOY-

ANSWER-You have mv sympathy. you poor little victim of selfish and high-tempered parents. Perhaps they do not realize what a crime they ore committing in torturing you to pieces between them and bring- ing you up in rm atmosphere of strife that is just as poisonous to you spiritually Rs it would be to you physically if you had to breathe continu- ally some noxious gas.

I can think of no more pitiful figure than an unfortunate little child of 12 trying to keep neutral between warring parents. Listening to the COItI/Ellfllhtu! of each against the other. having each appeal to him for sym- Dfl y.

Mv advice to you. son, is to ask your parents to send ‘you off to school.- Tell them that they llre not onlv ruining your happiness. but lconardlzing your whole life. and that if they will not keen the peace they must send you away so that you will not be involved in their quarrels.

DOROTHY DIX. i

can most important job of my life-toif he'd waited for hel- in Avalon, Know Egiquatge fag Al] Difieg- wear with

a million miles awbv from Mery- one, they could have been happy. But. there wollld always have been this return, back into the same gov and reckless life they'd led be- fore, when she we; the sob sister deluxe and he was the handsome RC9.

"(llnniei You're not yourself-

get Skippy safely to Pittsburgh."

Deep in her she began to know what Pat had meant when he said, “We can't stop. Connie. May- bo you and I don't count for much. but Skippy does. We'll have to see him through. For s little while we'll have to stick togcrer-the three of us. travelling east."

"Pill!" she thought. "What did You're “TF5. UPSeII-Ovfl‘ B. SLIBIIE‘ 1 do to you?" er's child." Jerry was saying. “What's "Perhaps it’! because it's Christ-

mas. Next week. next month, I might. not feel this way about it And whether Skippy's s stranlrefis child or not doesn't matter. What counts is to have him with his mother in time for Christmas." “Why can't we hire someone-a nurse-s, whole flock of nurses to

happened to you. Connie? You got what you wanted to out of the bus —tlle break that made you famous."

She began to laugh hvstcrlcllllya. "I guess the trouble wlill me ‘a l’ don't want to be famous any more. And I wish you weren't

either. Jen-y. I've grown sick to take him them?" Trying t0 b0 deuul of all this running around- reasonable. trying w be vat-lent of columnists and pictures in the with hcr

Connie. had started. and how she said all the things that had been in her mind through the days since

paper and smart people and smart cracks about boy in bomber and girl in bus."

She could Bee he wasn't follow-

ing. Perhaps he never could. Maybe \

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Before Christmas the Association of Kinsmen Club! of Camila will have raised enough money to ship 050.000 quarts of milk to the children of Britain. Already $00,000 quarts of milk have been shipped. The goal for July , 1M1. ls one and a half million quarts. The 8,000 members of the B‘! Kinsmen Clubs across Canada. have adopted ills Milk-fur-Brihln Fund as their primary war service. Many Ingenious money-raising enterprises have been adopted by the Kinsmen to all! the Milk-for-Britsin Fund. Other organisations have Joined the Klnnnm In sending milk to Britch-