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to ms. You're always tall- ins me that the law comes first and human heinas afterwards. And. Ben, I~I want to love a man, not a-a lecel document! I'm son- ry-" blindly she plunged into the house. . ' . "was. Ben's coins to retran- oiher secretary." she told her

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The black darting figures ofv the fire squad showed in tne red light, shouting and yelling at each other. The little engine was pumping with. rhythmic claw. Pouring a stream of water toward the Rosioki house.

"He musta set it," somebody said. “No corn field goes up like that all by itself."

An ambulance came down the road with clanging bell and siren screaming. Phoebe ran ahead of her father and the crowd. pushed her way through the knot of peo— pie that swarmed about the am- bulance the minute it stopped. some men were supporting a halt limp figure throlggi the Bate. One at the men was u, and the sag- ﬁq stumbling figure was that of

Roeioki

“ . Rosickil Mr. Rnsicki." Phoebe put out her hand to touch him and snatched it away as she felt the burned cloth still hot on his shoulder. She looked wildly up It Ben. "Where's Ruth?"

“She's all right, Phoebe. He sent her into New York."

“Ben—" Mr. Rmsicirl twisted his black face toward the boy and ml. They leaned cloae to hes-r

words he said in a painful whisper. "Ben, I'm sorry I did it . . . Iwasmad . . Jsaidnobody dsewoulrihavenryoorn. . .1. . I set the corn on fire but I didn't mcantobum . . .thehouse. I didn't mean. . . "

"I konw. I know." Ben said. And We house is ufi rrht. its

ou saved it yourself. . . .

"I'll go with you." Phoebe’: lather hurried forward and got in to the ambulance after the stretcher holding Mr. Rosioko MA been lifted into place. The big ear elapsed sway.

‘What was he talking about?" Haoebe stared wildly mt Ben. "Ben. what did he mean about his corn?"

"H-e was mad beacuse Dad's

have his crop. Poor devil-" Ben Iwayed a little as fierce pain from the burned hand kept behind him shot through his shoulder and down his side. "You're hurt." Phoebes “p: around him. "Oh-oh. your . Come on, I'll drive you ome." I-le stumbled into the roadster th difficulty. Phoebe drove lently for a minute, thinking of thing but getting Ben home. en she remembered what he d said just after the ambulance Went away. “Ben, did ther was p

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eight months

t." Ben in his pain forgot all bout the full explanation he had

eant to malae to Phoebe. "I lidn't want to tell him he had in ‘gt off-I never thought of any-

in"; like this happening.

Phoebe felt oold all over. "You -, <u say you told htm to get off Ben?"

"Dad-ale came to me-I didn't want to. Sweat was pouring down Ben's grimy face as the Mancini dtortured his burned leg and

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countryside and witches dark- Qarbed sweep ‘the. skies?

A number of young extremely walked-into

m, to Mop atefully to nearby chairs, Pard on? mildly inquisitive but ofsober en was at their heels. Before that Jamie had come. He was masked but discarded it after he had gone to the barn to "'kare" the folks at work there andalsotvthahouseacroaa the lane where "Aunt Jeanie sot one awful ' ." Karolynu welcome‘ pllate of fudge disappeared earlier

the even and strangely enough not one crumb of my cake remain Our later callers were IQ

but wall armed with a

anditwasmorning and

on the porch t0 meet him.

Your

all right. Phoebe- I've not to talk to you about the Rosickfs."

want to ask you one question," she said stgiflly. "Did you or didn't

you tell . father that he had to get off the

“And so there isn't any more

At the house Phoebe helped a fr Ella-lie help Ben eta . called Dr. Cross and w ed in the hall until he came. Then she went home. She sat by the dark until dawn ray over the bay. crept bed. d then aha was awake all-in . Ben was limping across the lawn. a white hadaze on his hand. She went out Phoebe. I've sot to talk to ou." “Are you feeling better, an? 4-. "They hurt quite s lot. but I b

She looked away "Ben. I iusl

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. e that Joe Bosicki would do a thing like that.

"But if Joe needed money so much why on earth didn't he ppma to mezgdhhkava lat N111! have

I . DINI- NW" pose. be, have you any idea when he'll go?" hJSNo. Aunt Bea. I dgéigrtiit h;

any place t0 8° 89 out of the hmpltal. Ruth's staying with Mother now."

“Well. ' Aunt Bea frowned. "Well, I wonder if I vomit help them out. ‘There's that bungalow of mine over in the woods. It's not really anything but a summer camp, but it's furnishd. I wonder if they couldn't manage there for a while?" -

“I should think they could." Miss Palmer put down her knit-

ting. “I'll telephone the house this minute. Maybe it'll mind at rest. the poor chl

put Ruth's 1d .- Phoebe could hear Ruth's high

. I- "But you did." she interrupted).

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Australia. Ila: » liugo Defence Plane

CANBERRA. Nov. i ~019- Oable)— The Australian Govern-

ment is oo poet-III defence plans on a huge scale, in. ‘ " reaeudi into rodltl and atomic energy, it was learned t0- o’

my, mock, Ore., was not afraid

Immediate plans call for eatab- ‘6088- He hid 01ml Played Wllh lishment of permanent air squsd- ilwm in the yard of his father's rons. special air train schools, a flﬂn- Whﬂi hi! ill-her standing army, radar time and hrouzht home the hi8 ahlcoy stations for research into rockets 8h erd t0 lnrd cattle. the BWWII and pipmlc power, dren welcomed the doc. It be

A rocket rcseam” station u beinl "I" William's special net- established in Central Australia in No one paid any attention on co-operation with the British sllndﬂy When government tease his pet as it lay gnawing bones. Without warning, the dog

All DOGS BAII

Themwasheah fuel recently fortbelle-oldoon

sauna zef-enim-mlim Atﬂ BruwnofTilla-

William began to a

sprana. It knocked William down. bit him over one m. and tore a deep Bash in his f head. The obxiii Iliad a few. hgiunhlater.

Vﬂl II! still fkh to save the life of Woof, Staf ordshire terrier who killed her 21-month old mistress (Newsweek. Feb. 26.) The baby's mother. Mrs. Clara Derdenger had sixned an order for Woof’: execution. ‘The family received more than 1.000 letters and tele- grams airing that the dog be spared. Last week Grady C. Terry. cafe owner and self-termed "friend of all dogs," obtained a court stay.

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AVE 3'0” any pet longing . . . any practical desire to fulﬁl for your peacetime ease . . '. pleasure . . . happiness? Of course you have!

It may be the luxury of a home more richly furnished . . . the leisure to be earned for you by labour-saving devices . . . the joys of the open road in a

smart new car. Again, it may be something entirely different . .' t some plan

of your own that you can’: share with anyone!

The time is coming when money will again buy the things you want.

That is, if you have’ enough saved up! That's the point. From now on nothing will count quire so much as a peacetime nest-egg.

Now comes your chance to add to it . . . to cam good interest, in the ﬁnal! investment in the world today . . . Victory Bonds. In former years you could

buy Victory Bonds once every six months. Tln’: time it’: diﬁerent. The

Ninth Victory Loan is vour last chance for a whole year! ,

So plan to invest at least the unu nu of savings a in previous Victory Loans i . . it will buy double this time! And by helping yourself you will help your-country. For Canada needs the loan of your saving: as much as ever to carry out the huge task of reconstruction and rehabilitation.’-

DOROTHY

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DIX SAYS-

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un and happiness before my own? would I rather stay at hm, Wu‘ her than go off on a hunt with some of my cronies? Would I rathn put the money in a new dress for her or in some indulzence for my self? I know that housework is dull and monotonous and that bani"

' nerves, so even when I am tired will I rise u, m

,sublime heights of unselfishnees and draz around with her of evening;

to parties?

l! the answer is "yes" and you ven llk he ld ch l remember anniversaries and that size like: rec; ‘lose: gorge?" I“: W”. You may be sure that what you are feeling is the grand pram‘

And. firmly. i! you can think some

Perfectly ordinary. comma,“

place girl is more beautiful than Mi Am i , it Parker’ and mo" mo" m“ your Iéztherri-trzla uvavvger than Dorothy