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CHAPTER XVI CHRISSIE ACTS Continued)

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ported: "Memsahib cry

Memsahib not there." And statements were more or less true.

In these circumstances

at Agra, Delhi and Benares. If it was not the job he would chosen at least it meitnt an ex- tremely good price for the pit-titres. lie boasted to Chrissie Struali. try- ing to prove himself hard-headed.

Hall's absence left Chrissie vcry lonely, with her husband spending so much time at the fl_\'in_t,"gl‘0ll_lld.

Dally Chnssie found it more .m- possible to speak. to ptii llcr love aiid pity into words, For both were stronger in her heart than any feeling of Jealousy or allgCl‘—Ollly she couldn't say so.

As for Struail himself. remorse and shanic drove him to these long lonely rides. to those hours of in- cessant toll on plans and calctila- tlons and spccifications away from his builgtilsu" and from Chrissie, with the bitter whisper in his eat" that he Will-Ill fit w be nrar her.

"She'd not be able to tiiitlerstanti if I told llcr the truth about my present fvtliiigs — what woman could? I believe it would be really better if she went right away- lllllll‘alilf‘l'\\'(\l‘(l5, I'm sure she'd be happier,"

In the end, it was Chrissie herself who resolved to take action driven 0n by a kind of desperation.

"Now's the time to do it. while I'm feeling like th.s, as though nothing could ever matter again," Chrissic tliotight iorlorniy. "I dont believe I could cry now, even it I wanted to; l tiaveiit any tears."

It was during the mid-day siesta that shc made up her mind-and acted. She got up, bathed, dresssd. ordered the taoitv-ctirt and finally set. off alone, haruly conscious of the breathless heat which pressed down upon all the countryside, as she drove through it towards the fly- ing-ground, still repeating over and over again to herself what she would say, what Railny would ans- wer, although that part of the dia- logue was vague and formless. Chrissie felt fairly stire of find- ing her husband alone in his office at this time. Lately he had spent the whole day at the aero- drome. taking only some sand- w.ches for lunch, but_ during the hottest hours no active tivork would be gang ‘on and probably most of the native staff would be asleep.

Certainly there was no sign of life about the place when she reach ed the flying-ground at last. It was like a modernized mechanized vers- ‘ion of the Palace of theSleepuig Beauty in the Wood. A pi-dog lay stretched, eyes closed, tongue tolling out, in a patch of shade near the entrance; even the watchman at the gate slumbered head on knees. Roused with difficulty he said, resentfully, that Struan Sahib was not there: he had been called away on the telephone very urgently an hour before,

"Oh dear!“ Poor Chrissie looked round miserably. The false strength which had urged her on suddenly mollapsed: she felt that she must t rest, that she could go no further.

"I'll sit down in the office," she lsuid and set off towards the build- l-iiigs, stumbling blindly, half dazed ' by the stin_ wille the watchman again relapsed into sleep, no need to trouble. when Struan Sahib was safely out of the way and no pun- ishment need be feared.

"PUT IT DOWN"

In the em ty office, Chrissie sank down thank ully u n a hard chair. Her head throbbe . she longed for a cup of hot tea and, after a few minutes, recovered enou h to rem- ember that Runny kep a spirit- stove and kettle somewhere on the premises.

Where would they be? Chrissie sat. up and looked round vaguely. Per- haps in that cupboard—but it need- ed a terrible effort to get up and

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A sound caught Chrissie! ear. purring, ticking sound, almost like a kettle btilling, but of course that was absurd. It seemed to come

MY HEADACHE CAME EVRY MORNING

I.

[was BILIOUSJIRED Depressed-Tle/u/otla. QUICK AID FROM lP-‘HAMILTONS PILLS

"MY Bppetite was poor, and 1 suffered constantly from disordered stomach, kidneys and liver, I found it hard to sleep, and felt; worn out and tired, Therg w“ 5

t "Inc servants, who know every- olml; in India, found much food for _ Struans‘ bungalow 511N112 these weeks. Ihe Ayah 1'6- all time when struan suliib not there." W111!!! the groom and bearer affirmed: "Struan Sahib swear all time wblgelr‘: t

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off again on the ed e of the des

splrit-stovewere there, on the not come from them. It

Ilwved a roll 0f

the back of one eyes and stared again,

She felt Play. like those stories full of thri

ach.

which the steady tcking came.

the sort before except

an object could be t

his spirit-stove and kettle and yet-

do something about it at once tvith- out wasting another second. For all she knew there might not be even a second spare.

But what could she do? Sprin ing 11D. the girl looked round widly. Through the open veranda. she could see the flying-ground, yellow- dusty, shimmering in the heat. To the right, dwnrfing the low office bungalow by their height, were the row of aeroplane hangars, beyond, the workshops. N0 help there, not a si n of life: picbaoly all the met: anics were slecpng like the watchman, somewhere out of sight.

Chrissie turned her eyes left. An- other range of sheds, then some- thing bringing a flash of rememb- rance and hope. It was no more than a single sparsely-leuved branch projecting from behind a roof. but it recalled a picture of the trees which grew there, a few low, straggling acacias, the only trees for milrs round, ‘so Ranny had told her when she visited the flying-field first.-

And the reason for their com- parativeiy flourishing growth was also the reason for the presence of the aerodrome at this articular place, built a.s'it was on e site of a now-vanished village of mud huts.

There was water. a well which gave a constant supply to the col- ony at the flying- round. And knowing this, Chrisse also knew what she must do.

Moving faster than she would have thought. possible half an hour before, she had reached the cup- board again, stooped and picked up the box.

Holding it flrm in both hands. she crossed the veranda, sped down the three steps and began to run. w.th a nightmarish feeling of loose sand dragging at her feet. of limbs that seemed leaden, heavy, knees that threatened to give way beneath her before ever she could reach her goo .

The faintly waving tree-branches looked miles away as Chrise ran stumblingly towards them; the an‘ rwas filled with that monozonous grinding whirr, so like the madden- i hotweather sound of cicadas.

en, through the buzzing in her ears came another sound, a. voice calling loudly, angrily to the accom- paniment of running footsteps.

“Put it downl Put it down, you little fooll Do you hear miei

Chrissie d. but she did not obey. A few more desperate, stumb- ling steps would brin her to the low mud parapet of e well. and once there-—-

Without turnlng, without pausing, she panted out an answer.

"I-I can't drop it~I derentl It's-on infernal machlnel‘

CHAPTER XVII "HE DISLIKES ME"

Chrissie reached the well. Leaning over, she loosened her hold of the box. From the water far below came a dully resounding splash. and at the sound all strength seemed to leave her body and she sank llmiily down upon the mud parapet. scarce- l conscious even of surprise when ‘she recognized the newcomer,

"You!" she stammered. "You!"

"Yes." Leonies voice and eyes were like ice. "What on earth are you doing?"

'*I-1-—" Chrissie began tit) cry feebly, "I found 1t in Iiannys of- flee-in the cupboard. It was tick-

- mg, If it had exploded all the hang-

ars, all the aeroplanes would have been destloyed-burnt - everybody killed Ranny, too, if lied been here." _ .

"But he wasn't! ’

"N0, butPhe might have been. Oh, Leonie, who could have put that awful thing there? Do ou su - pose it was one of those error t.

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"My dear child, you must have been reading spy literature!" Leonie laughed with mocking indulgence. "An infernal machine sounds most melodramatic, but improbable, say the least of itl"

It was, though, or a bomb o; something. I'm absolutely certain, Chrissie persisted. n “Well, have it your own way. Leonie shrugged her shoulders.

change when I used Dr. Hamilton's Pills. They made me stronger— my blood improved and I looked hull-liter. My stomach cleared up, and my former health wag fegtgfgti Dr. Hamilton's Pills did it ull."_ Mrs. E. M. Evareat, Kingstown, Sue!‘ a letter needs no comment —it this its own atory. If you are hlue and depressed, use Dr. Ilam. ilton'a Pills-they are well suited to women's ills.

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"Only don't expect me t/O behéve 111 it"

trgiifgtseag: t-ginoiagh mnprove. The 1 we ." "rifles; viihatemtier ii was. it's still n} the bottom of the well-like tnlth, Leonie laughed again. "And dont you think it had better sta there? If you drag it out-well, t. might not be very pleasant for Ronny. you know. Especially if your‘: right. if it was really somet ing which ought not to have been in his office. It might be said that he had not had taken sufficient precautions to protect the aeroplanes in his charge—they might ask where he gigs thdls afternoon; inquiries would ma e."

"I sec-yes, Perhaps you're right,"

Chrsle looked troubled. "But I

.. tell Ranny about it." "I'm sure it would be better not. Dnift you rec, he would be bound

lo take action lf you dltl; he Couldn't hush it up." "No. I suppose not. It's awfully

difficult to know what to do," Chris- sie shook her head. "And I wonder

from the cupboard. though, where find th

the question. It was really too much bother and it would probably only turn out to be some new and hor-

perhaps. No, of course there weren't How idiotic she wasi Better rouse herself and see what it was, before she dozed

Chrissie hoisted herself up, cling- ing 4 . she wa ked unstea ily across to the cup- board and opened it, The kettle and

u . per shelf. but the buzzing sound did was louder and clearer though, like a muffled alarm-clock; ‘it must be somewhere among the piles of papers at the ‘bottom of the cupboard, whatever it

‘RS.

Chrissie knelt down to investigate, blue-prints-then sank back on her heels with a start- led indrawing of the breath, rubbed hand across her

_ as if she was dreaming, or acting in a play a. crook or spy lls

and filctlatectives she had loved so as

Surely what she imagined couldn't true. there must be some perfect-

ly commonplace explanation of that square wooden box with something sticking out of the side of it from

She had never seen anything of _ _ in imagin- ation and magazine pictures. It was ridiculous to suppose that such

_ v iere in Rannys B- otllce cupboard, the companion of

It seemed to Chrissie afterwards

Silver Fox Farming

she _had expected to e tca- - §,‘f铧,k§ppa'“t"5' “mum ‘h’ '° At the Canadian 1hr Auction ends up with the advice that Can- Dtowsny’ duuyl 0mm“ debated Sales Company. Ltd" full sale udinn shippers must look to their

which commenced on Tuesday, one of the most important collections was 105, 850 muskrat. and another e was l0, 485 beaver. The silver fox collection which was offered on ‘Thursday consisted of about 7.000 skins and was an overuse collection containing all color phases.

ahlst short-bonded silver buyers hate this speckled type.

Readers must have read m 23nd» Devflmber 12th. 1938, surprise the item in last week's fox notes stating that the dates of the annual fox show of the silver Fox Breeders’ and Elthibltors’ As- sociation at Charlottetown would be from October 21st to-November 4th. This was incorrect of course. The correct dates are October 31st to November 4th. It was a printer's or a proof reader's error.

September 19th, 1939. A great beaver sanctuary

ible be

ments has made poss scheme, Adjoining it will sanctuary of tho Company, where beaver have been protected

A Canadian fur farmers confer- ence coinineiiced at Winnipeg on ‘Thursday and continued yesterday. Mr, Peter G. Clark, Summerside. was guest s aker yesterday" after- noon, J. Wa ter J:ues. M, A bury, is in atteiidanc host at the ogitxziri; ‘rltursday [evening was Arinur .\f. Dtrle, a former Prince Edward Isander, and W. 0. Douglas. who studied fur farming at the MCLUTQ s; Muc- Kiiiuon Silver Fox Farms, Lim- ited. was Geiirral Chairman and is President of the Western Ca ada Fur Breeders‘ Association.

ant Fur Commissioner of the Hud-

increase the beaver population

545 to 25,000. The Dominion sanc- tuary will be exclusively for Indians and will be administered by J, S. Watt, who has managed the Hudson's Bay Company's project.

I. L. Miller of Clareshor, Al- berta has sold five speciall high- rjcgs b grade white faced silver oxes to Kiintgerg. mink pelt pflges by M, the K. R, Jakhelln Platinum Fox Pirt; fox and mink promotion FBTm-s 01 OFDhEUS- NOPYVHY- M1‘- and ggivgrflslng b» c, D_ Lang; an Miller rezelved $1.000 for one of the fur animal nutri ion and diseases ‘llllmili- MP- M11191” 15 l1 10PM" by Dy, J_ A, A119“, and me fresh Prince Edwar dlslander and has

Addresses were delivered on fox pelt the chairman, Sven

as though her brain cleared com- meat situation by Carl Loest of h"! 15°11'- 10 WW5 “P61181108 1n pletely and suddenly, showin hei- the Swift Canadian, Ltd. handllnx of faxes and now has a with horrifying certainty that this . —_- herd o! approximately 350- He is thing was true. and that she must S. H. Grover, Director of the Specializing 111 the P8151118 01 Whitfi-

faced silvers. It was the Jakhelln ranch in Norway that received the big prices for platinum silver fox pelts last December.

London Fur Sales Limited, writing re Canadian versus Scandinavian silver fox pelts. says: "There is no doubt that Canada can and does Produce pelts equal to any in the world. but these pelts are the ex- ception and not the rule. The qual- ity is indisputably better as the fur is denser and stronger, but the col- or leaves much to be desired, with color comes Chl1f80t8X'——-Whi0h is one of the greatest selling points imaginable, The bright silvery skin with a black cross on the neck and a good black mark along the cen-

The change from Austrian Nazi government in Austria resulted in a notable addition t.o the London manufacturing fur trade. For instance Mr. Arthur I-forovltz. who used to devote his time between Vienna and London as head of two firms, is now per- manently located in London and the combined activities of both or-

demand and will fetch attractive who were formerly located in Ger- prlces: but if the black is dull and many and Austria. Many of _ the brownish and the silver dull and"grea.t: fur merchants of Leipzig yellowish. the skin is only taken have left for other parts and the up at a low price and very often fur industry in Germany is sure to at the end of the season and then suffer a setback because of these only because the customer cannot migrations.

éiorétel anything better for his pur-

The approximate production of the 18.000 Norwegian and Swedish fox farms is divl ed up as follows: Ther are 9.000 farms producing one to five pelts each. 5,000 farms producing six to thirty each, the remainder roduoe up to several hundreds‘ e 1M3“ ‘mm’ "e and baum marten will increasingly mainly owned by business men com em Wm, them weather pm- who are heads of the most import- gm Ea, we m‘ to have a mid win- ant and prosperous 51151115595 °I ter but the fur experts tell us that “n types l“ the “mm”? 5°!“ ‘l! the former fur favorites worn both the farms run into several hund- m, bu“; and warmth W111 insure red animals. which are looked after a m h days,“ o; style whue Sam-t. by a competent manager and sev- “c; g no 3mm o; seasoname cos. eral assistants, and I suggest these mes‘?- medium sized farms, by virtue of ' Egfllrlgm ergo. age supefivlseg more A 0 g Y BIT COKE Ll I. En 0H8

possibly be done in the); enormous m“ quet and bail“ w? held m}, ranches one hears so much about Wednesday “d Ttursfllly 1 egenk in Canada. and the United States. §l§e“m§°§°’°§n“§,§§,d "if, fie I'm ‘his p"‘°'°'“" s“l’°""sl°“ fig largest fur films in Great Britain

were represented and it must have been a wonderful event with the many beautiful models parading fashionable fur creations of the coming fell and winter.

The Fur Record of London in an editorial headedFashion Furs and the Blender, says: "Flat. solid furs such as beaver, seal. nutria and the marten family. are back and will share the honors with mink, Persian lamb, broadtall and skunk, and though a lot. of silver fox will still be worn, blue foxes

ireat national fur l-ashion par- an

sponslble for results? Is not diet more carefully adustcd?"

Concluding hl_s_ article Mr. Grover where Ranny is: I made sure I'd

n“ mm We” m x t ll fox will be also I; mt: h I y. u “IQ n0 5 V6!‘ % _ Leonie spoke carelésly 7 “m” allowed to be exPorted from Nor

way except under u license from

"T° s” "m?" the Norwegian Minister of Agricul- ELI-TC.

"Well, naturally. What. other busi- ness could I have at the flying- ground? Her eyes were watchful. intent on the other girl's flushed

face.

"I don't know." Chrissie said, then took courage suddenly. clench- ing her fists and speaking rapidly, ‘Leonie. do you and Runny care for each other?" . : For a moment there was silence:

Dr. Leo Frank of Rosebank Fur Illamts, has Just completed a sale of five rs of Alaska and stand- ard br silver foxu to urtles in the Magdalene Islands. is is the first attempt to domestlcate foxes there, but the parties are starting on good lines and expect to make