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And just when it seemed. she couldn't bear it strength came through hardness. for she remom. ber her father had broken up her room, plled the things in the attic and given her room to a hired man \vho turned out so despicable he killed him. It bore out what he said in the letter-he couldn't bear the thought o! her, wanted no remind- er. He wasn't going to have it her room. He'd let it be anyone else's to kccp it from being hers. Things that hailpcned here long ago brought this house dorm novw. It seemed wasteful. for that was a, long time baok, and now good life could he lived here. Only-it couldn't. Looking up at the cemetery she thought: "You win." Let. it be- come graves.

But it. was raining up there Where the dead were and so she ran down to the front door and called: “Hurry in out of the rainl"

Diego was already stabling Pan- cho. Hans came running with Koula. who had her own dress wrapped around the doll Jenifer. who vrorc hcr red satin coat. "When it rains we make fudge!" Koulzi cricd.

S0 they made fudge. She beat it and Diego bent it and Kouia. licked

from hcr finger and said. "It's good." “Only one piece before supper," Lydia said, "And more

aitci- supper!" they cried.

She poached eggs ulld made toast. As oftcn, they ate their supper in the kitchen. It was a. large and cheery room. Thc rain had become a downpour. Yes, she heard it on the roof no\v—though she didn't ivzint to think about it. “Somebody is forgetting to drink he: milk," she said. "No milk, no fudge."

iiorothy iiix Says -

nbsolcie. code of conduct, ers who are iryiiig to bring up circumscrihiui rules to make this families. n! their sirzlii. Ipottcd from the world, even i And they do not understand la She finds it, that sho must

must do as ihc oihcr girls do o boy nor girl irien

It is piirciiis’ Not prevent, iiicm.

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Probably in tlgse days there Miss Snllics, who permit their paren Yet there are s

Thorn nrv parents who are afraid i nnri u ho are determined to kcep their little lambs un- f they have to deny them all the pica- lures of youth rind keep them nailed

follow the customs of the dny._ r else she is sunk and will have neither

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MRS. DOROTHY ROGERS -— J. ARTHUR CAMPBELL - J. A. MOORE

R. C. Shea, Iiinkoru; II. hiilin, Trpon; It, R. Burns, Fri-ctoivn. ll. C. BOHAKER -— Unit Supervisor Charlottetown, P. E. I.

Continued from page I are not many meek and obedient

ts to impose upon them their own till enough fathers and moth- tlieir girls according to strict and a subject of biiicr controversy in n lct their daughters out

to their own fircsitlcs. at n girl must li\'c in a world Slic

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iirriagc will be killed.

DOROTHY DIX cannot reply PPTHIIYIIIILV lo readers, but will ans- wer problem; of general intern-st through her column.

of the Sun Life oi’ Canada in

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It was harder getting them to bed, very hard not to keep think- ing. You won't sleep in these good little bcds again. The had an up- stnlrs romp before turning in. They'd remember these romps in their night suits. It was a good place for romping-through the rooms and up the attic stairs. She tucked Koula in. The night was cool for early September. This wasn't the warm rain of summer. "Good night. darling," she said. and Koula put. up her arms for the hug.

"Pancho can't get wet," Diego medltatcd. “His place doesn't leak." "Mercy, no," she said. "We wouldn't let Pancho get ivet."

This had always been a satisfy- ing moment-when She went down- stairs after seeing the children to lied. She would live for a. little with funny last things they had said-amused or touched. They had had their good day. and now were safe up there going to sleep. She ivould turn to other things—read- ing or writing a letter or mending, feeling so at peace bccuuse all was well with them. Well, she had things to turn to tonight. She hadn't gone through her desk. She tried to be businesslike about it. She mustn't think. She looked through bills, wrote some checks. Herc were the receipts for work done on the house this summer. She worked swiftly, and then, in the drawer she opened, way at the back she came upon a. thin packet of letters tied with blue ribbon. She sat holding them. What ovould she do with them’! Untie thm tear them to pieces and throw them in the wastebasket with other discarded things? These letters- torn to bits?

Ought she send them to hcr lather? He would be angry she had found them while “prowling around" where She had no business

to be.

Could she take them with her? They were the best she had found of the past. They made her so proud and free the day she found them.

But she had no right to them. From hcr mother's heart they were, and the woman who had once been the girl Hertha shut the girl Lydia from her heart.

She felt helpless. She couldn't understand. It seemed the. things she had been told couldn't be true. They couldn't be true bccause it wasn't in hcr to believe them. Hard to believe hcr father had never loved hcr, never wanted her there, for she had seen love in his eyes

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and heard it in his voice. "Don't we know it when we see it?" She thought. "Are we fooled? Do we just make it up?"

It seemed that could. not be. "Surely there are tricks not played Q us." she thought. "What we feel is irue, isn't there, underneath everything else, truth in that?" Her father wrote her. I never loved you. But what of remembered moments when she had. felt. love wnrm between them?

Chapter XXVIII Lydia took her lamp and went all through the rooms. In the

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iioiees From Past Still Entertain 0n liaiiio Program

By Aieu Donnelly Canadian Press Start writer

A record-collecting hobby which began years ago is HON bringing the voices of entertainment greats to listeners of radio station CKCR in Kitchener. Ont.

Listed among the "greats".a.re Enrico Caruso, Moran and Mack. correll and Gosden (Amos ‘n’ Andy). Al Jolson. the Hayden Quartet and victor Herbert. Their recorded music and voices are listed in the valuable collection of old recordings. all of them cut from 20 to 50 yieiirs ago, which are owned by the program director 0d.’ CKCR, Ed Manning.

The old records are heard half an hour a week in "Let's Roll Hank the Years"-bciievcd to be the only program of its tyrpe in Canada.

Manning's collection recalls many other names famous on oonoc-t hall billboards and record labels. He says he began the collection at the age or four-and has a letter to Santa Claus to prove it.

Since then he has gathered wax- ings of the work of such famous artists as Sir Harry Launder, Lilli- an Russell, Weber and Fields. Ade- lina Patti and Charles Dkalmainc. All of these arc broadcast again, to stir memories oi’ oldsters and awaken wondcrincnts among young- or listeners raised on a diet of crooners and swing bands. Another hobby has branched out from Manning's record collecting. He is secretary of the Pioneer Re- cording Artists and Admirers Club. The club was formed years ago by John, Bieling, first tenor of the famous Haydon Quartet, to get to- gether the surviving recording pioneers. The club was broadened to include admirers, and that was -where Manning crime in.

Now he and his CKCR program

are adding to the numbers of admirers of the old recording artists.

CAIFTIVIJ LISTENERS

The question of whether travel- lers cun be subjected to music and advertising waited from loudspeak- ers on radio-equipped street-cars buses and trains, is still a hot issue in the United States. .

The public utilities commission oi the District of Columbia. ruled the idea iras all right for Washington commuters. It decided thnt rndio reception in street-cars and buses wouldn't be dangerous to their operation and decided that it “tends to improve the condition under which the public rides."

So "music while you ririe" spread through some 1.300 public con- veyances in the District o! Colum- bin.

But the battle isn't ended. A lawyer who is opposing the Wash- ington plan said that bus and street-car riders had ho choice about. listening to the programs—or the advertising-and therefore were a “captive audience."

Apart from the advertising bene- fits, there's the question of the DUblWS 800d will. New York City's Grand Central Terminal, which beamed broadcasts at commuters shuttling through its rotundns. put an end to the experiments respite a $90,000-a-year revenue from the scheme.

New York commuters had risen in arms against what they felt was an invasion of their privacy. They couldn't get away from the broadcasts-had no choice between music and silence, Grand Central ended the broadcasts in order to keep good ivill. which was 3p- parently worth more than $90,000 a. year.

morning she would just hurry away. This was good-by. She thought of the long past this house had known. some of it must have been good. Those kind people- Grandiather and Grandmother Chippman, who took in the lost girl and said. “As much as John is our boy you are our girl." Thcy are my grandparents. shc thought; and then remembered-no, they aren't.

Who arc her grandparents? There was one called Papa who sang "Now Hoist Her High~Up to the Sky." She would lliive liked him. she ivas sure; and Mama. who never ivantcd her children to he afraid. She didn't even know their name. And hcr own father-she didn't knnw his name or what manner of man he was. She didn't. know whore he came from. Where he went. whether he now walked the earth or was in his grave.

She had come into the kitchen, put the lamp and snt at the table. She had seemed to have more feel- ing about. the past than any of them. It had always seemed beauti- flu to hcr that today opened from l Dust that had made ‘us, and whenever she came to know little

ings about those who were gone,

ose who had been before her. she was pleased and they seemed close to hcr. she would think, I am because they have been.

Shout on there, hearing the nin, wondering if it would stop before tomorrow thinking how it was falling also up there on the hill. beating upon grave! of people who had once lived in this house.

Perhaps it didn't matter much who she was. Finally we all be- come ea one. Only, it was a little lonely, not knowing who was your father. She had always felt some- thing comforting in just the idea of a father caring for his child. "Al e father comiorteth his child -" those bad been beautiful words

to her.

(To be continued’)

Smuggling Bovs 0n British Boast See Big Business

LONDON, Jan. 2'! — Bear-tore- Smu-ggling todey bu become such international big ness that British officers collect about five times el much revenue frtxn seized contra- band and fines as before the war.

Get-rich-Iquick smuggling trips across the English Channel have turned peaceful coves and fishing villages on the south and east coasts into thriving smuggling centres. But the customs men's "loot" has increased accordingly. and is to be put up for sale soon.

The jewelry, gold cigaret cases. watches, liquors, cameras, fur coats, and nylons lifted from hun- drcds of men and women who have made smuggling their post- war profession will fetch o. bigger amount than ever for the British treasury.

During the last 12 months the courts have imposed penaiities o1 223.650 pounds ($693,000), con- victed 2.905 smugglers, and sent 50 to jail. In 194"! fines amounted to 111,150 pounds.

Last year the British customs seized 31.008 consignments, includ- ing 19,857 pounds of tobacco and 1,204 gallons of spirits. In i948. 24.624 lots were confiscated against 22.489 in 1947 and b81542 in 194B.

Ringleaders of the new gangs of get-rich-quick adventurers, seek- ing fat profits by running highly- taxed or prohibited goods rarely get caught. They use stooges, many of them ex-servioe officers, men who have found themselves rest- less after the war, and now smug- gle because of the adventure.

To curb the serious increase in illegal trade between Britain and the continent. the customs want. the courts to inflict fines equi- valent to three times the value cf captured articles. plus duty and purchase tax,

Use Ivar Knowledge

More widespread knowledge of navigation, gained during the war. has led more smugglers to take to the sea. Many operate from the south of France. They collect goods frcm Tangier and run them to a

rendezvous off the Italian coast. Many carry arms to be used aizriinst competitors.

One customs official said: "We

are hack almost to the days of the 1850s. There is a great deal of piracy among the smugglers.

“But instead of sailing craft stealing into isolated spots. smuq- glers are using fast launches to run from coast to coast under the cover of darkness.

"The stuff they bring in is no longer stowed away in caves along the enlist ns it was in the old days. but; it ls whisked off in trucks immediately it is landecL" Smugglers find it more di'fir'ult to approach the British coast. The revenue cruiser vigilant is fitted with the latest developments in radar. From secluded coves o'- fir-crs ivaich on her radar screen the movements of even the small- est craft for several miles.

Sb here the dodge is to use smartly-dressed men and women carrying the contraband in false- bottomed suitcases or to build com-

pnrtm cnts inside cars ferried across the channel. Hundreds of imitation pearl

necklaces sewn into the lining of a man's waistcoat were seized when customs searched an over-stout passenger, One smuggler came in carrying a 5.000 pound diamond

in a false eye.

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"No," James continued. "hap- piness is not something that de- pends on having a lot of money!" "1 guess perhaps when it comes

down to the fine thing," the younger man agreed, “you're right!" "I mind." James went

on “when I was a young fellow just starting in with my farm- ing, talking to an oldish farmer —one that had retired to a vil- lage home, well-off, and with little or nothing i0 do. "You've nothing to worry you now!" I said to him. "No nothing but my bit of money -— and trying to pass my time! You know, James." lie said, and his words often came back to me since, "don't think that once you've made so much money, it's going to bring you happiness. The happiest days we had were when we had a debt to pay off, and making the bit that we have. We were young and spry then and busy -— and happy. Not that we're not haPIW now, but there's no incentive to work, and we're not so able anyway!" O O I

“l-Iappiness," James said. “has i0 come from within, I'm thinking. For the like of you and me that are farmers — you get it from doing the sort of work that you like best it's owning land and raising stock and watching tho crops we've sowed and planted thrive. It's having the family interested too in the work of their choice, and seeing your children and grandchildren grow up happily around you. What was it that Burns said about it. El- len -- and you know he was one that had a remarkable percep- tion ovf life?" We quoted:

"If happiness has not her scat, And centre in the hrcasl,

We may be wiser, or rich, or great. But never can be blest!"

"I guess there's a lot of iruih in that" the visitor nodded. ris- llll 10 Z0. "There's every truth in it!" we called after them as they-were off. the one to pick up his grist of chop at the mill. the other to join Jock in a trek to the woodlands.

Until Monday -— Diary-Good-

TOMORROWS MAN? —- The classical influence predominates in this conception of wha-t the "Alon of 'l‘oniorrow" may wear.

Thc crontion by Tina Leser we! exhibited at ihc New York Met- ropolitan Museum o! Art. Bt- sides ilic plaid skirt, there were bnoklnss. coliarlcs. tail -leel shirts with milled slccvcs and plcnicd bnsoms among the thing: irnincn think men will wear i!