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luple, Ont. Bak§_r’s,_Renair Shop CALL AND SEE US FOR ' HARNESS, COLLARS, ETC. 'ALL REPAIRING PROMP’I'LY ATTENDED TO MANUFACTURERS & IMPORTERS OF CANADIAN & FOREIGN Granite Monuments Phone HYland 2081 Res. Phone 9788 The rush of tears to Grace’s ami- able blue eyes stopped Paula for a moment, but she got her second wind “That yellow shade makes you look tcrrilbly sallow,” she said. And you should never wear a high crown hat like that. It makes your face look long as a horse’s.” Paula looked at Grace’s angular but placid face with loathing. Odd that she should have liked anybody who oszn said she could stand it if it was 100 degrees in the shade. Paula did not trust herself to an- swer. Grace complacently began call- ing Paulals attention ‘0 her new outfit, worn for the first time that she had bought for a song. “How do you like it?” Paula drew a long breath. For once Grace was going to hear the truth...and plenty of it. She was through making a fool of herself, lying to people to make them feel good. Johnston & Granston “He heard you,” Grace whispered grimacing warningly. “What's eat- ing you this morning anyway, Paula?” “The elephant,” she moaned. “The clumsy elephant!” The two girls caught the same subway express as usual. If the air in the street had been intolerably hot, it was dead to the point of suf- focation underground. The ’oijain was packed as usual. Paula’s crisp dress became a limp mass. A fat man, Weighing a couple of tons stepped on her instep. . .kerplunk! After her shower and the donning of a fresh linen dress, she felt a little better, but when she went to the kitchenette to make the coffee she found that Grace had lit the oven to make toast. On a morning hot enough to fry eggs on the window sill Grace had to light the oven. The moron. Singing in the shower, knowing the oven would heat the room to unbearable temperatures. Suddenly Paula felt that she hated everything about Grace. Full Line of FUEL also Lime, Cement, Tile The Paula hated the way Grace said that. Every morning the same thing. It was enough to drive you nuts. “Want to use the shower first?" Grace asked. “Yes,” said Paula shortly. “Got out of bed on the wrong side this morning?” Grace called after her. Paula slammed the bathroom door pretending not to hear. There were two studio couches in the room. Grace Lark‘in, with whom Paula shared the one and a half room apartment lay asleep on the other couch. The alarm clock on the night table by Grace’s couch clanged. Through half-closed lids, Paula watched Grace reach over and turn it off, then settle back, her bony arms stretched over “her frowzled head. “Well, well, Grace chirpcd cheer- fully. “Another day.” Even before Paula opened her eycs after a restless, torrid night, she knuw it was going to be another of those days. This would be the eighth successive day of blistering, leaden heat. 1849 Yonge St. (east side) Between Mertan .& Ballicl Sts. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 4th, 1937. Phone 188 Yards at Burr’s Mil] Shop Closed 6 pm. MON” WED., FRI. ISAAC BAKER Telephone Maple 1063 Jones Coale. Open Evenings R.R. No. 2 She stopped, hesitating in front of a movie theatre. She went in! and sat in the last row, closing- her eyes. Blessed, blessed chill enveloped her. She breathed in the cool air as if it were the only oxygen she had had for weeks. Her eyes closed. She dozed lightly. She awoke two hours later a new being. Remembrance broke over hcrr like a wave. She had wanto-nly, for no reason that she ,could figure out thrown away Grace’s All afternoon she worked savage- ly, like one possessed with devils. On her way home, at six, the thought of the stifling apartment made hcm‘ turn away from her block where peo- ple were sitting out on stooys, where babies were squalling‘ and where life was horrible. “Okay,” she heard him say, but faintly. But when she got to the Royal she had lost her appetite. She eyed the cool interior wis’tfullyv but you couldnl’t go into the Royal and just sit without ordering. The sight of food made her ill. Besides, she hadn’t enough money for a meal there, if she was to be out of a job on Saturday. “Very well,” said Paula. “I’m go- inlg alone. Luckily, I can afford to eat at a civilized place for once. Beâ€" sides I need some. one whose com- pany is a bit less depressing than yours." “This is Thursday honey, and I’m cleaned. I couldn’t even get by the hat chuck girl in my financial con- dition.” He grinned slhec‘pishly and dug in- ‘to his pockets. At noon she hurried out, too up- set. to “cake her time. Her steps, from habit led hc-r to the Grill where she and Jim always met for lunch. But one look into the Grill and- her stomach turned over. It was crowd- ed, smoldering, sweating. Jim, his goodâ€"looking faccu damp from perspir- ation, came up. She jerked away irritably. ‘ “Let’s .go to the Royal today," she said harshly. “It’s air-cooled.” A faint chill struck at Paula’s scalp. Apologize? She had never been able to bring hers Ff to apolo- gize to anybodyz She wouldn’t. . .not even to save her job, ore-e so prri- cious, now less than nothing. She hated her office, she hatnd her note- book, th' typewriter that clacked! like a mocking hen. “You fool. You stupid fool.” “Let him try to gm another slave to work for him as .I’ve worked,” she hararlg‘ed herself. Her face blaz- ed from anger and from hcat. “Mr. Edwards,” she said slowly and care-fully, “you have spmt 20 minutes telling me my faults. Did it ever occur to you to inventory some of your own? You hitch in your chair, 3‘01] dictate with a cigar in your mouth, you wad a shave most of the time, and if there is anything I despise in a man it‘s a man who bites his finger nails. Mr. Edwards turmd the color of a fainting salmon. “Miss Pounds,” h" said, “I cannot allow any employee, even one usu- ally so amiable and efficient as you, to talk to me like this. Either you will apologize or .get two weeks pay from the cashier on Saturday. . .your last pay cheque hero.” when the train lurched to a stop and stood there a veritable steam room in a Turkish bath. “The'dress would be fine,” Paula panted, “if it only fit you. Anything Paula grittéd her teeth. Her heart that had hem swelling with rage against all humanity seemed to ex- plode like a balloon with hatred for Mr. Edwards. He showed Paula a mistake in punctuation she had made a week before. He called her att<mition to the fact that she had omitted to file a. personal lett(r in the desk file. He made caustic remarks about peo- ple who stole time which was, he in- toned as bad as stcal‘ing from the petty cash drawer. Worse. But this July morning Mr. Edwards seemed impossible to suit. Paula neveixnstoppedu to think that maybe Mr. Edwards was suffcring from a heat hang over just as she was. All she knew was that he was hateful, mean and spiteful. The stalling of the train made Pau’la five minut<s late. Mr. Ed- wards would pick qut just this morn- ing- to be ten minutes early. He had come out of his private office, watch in hand. He said nothing, but his stare was eloquent. His dictation was faster than usual. He was a hard man to work for but he was fair. He never worked the help harder than- he worked him-self, and he paid good wages. Grace got but at the next station to wait; for the local. Paula, stony- faced, continued onward. n “The'dress would be fine, Paula panted, “if it only fit you. Anything else you’d like to know?” Grace’s face turned chalky white She said nothing. ORANGEVILLE-PETERBORO HIGHWAY The appointment of Gordon Conâ€" ant as attorney-general, usually the premier’s right-hand minister, should prove a boost to the Petcrboroâ€"Or- angeville highway. Mr. Conant is the member for neighboring Ontario county. There were other factors besides the Oshawa strike in the now much discussed Ontario riding con- test. On Oct. 4 the provincial cab- inet passed an orderâ€"in-co-uncil as- suming as a provincial highway the part of the proposed highway lying between the No. 28 highway south of Peterboro and the No. 12 highâ€" way in Mr. ‘Conant’s riding. On Oct. .4 or before Mr. Conant had the un- usual privilege for a candidate who Ihad never been a member of the leg- islature of receiving a telegram from R. M. Smith, deputyâ€"minister of highways, assuring him that the ne- cessary order-imcouncil was being lpassed. Mr. Conant immediately had this telegram printed and widely disâ€" tributed as a circular, showing a map of the proposed highway. No doubt Mr. Conant’s success in this matter of getting a highway two days before he had ever been elect- ed to the legislature impressed some of his northern: constituents. Mr. Co- nant and Mr. Baker, whose impres- sive victory should increase his leg- islature prestige, ought not to have much difficulty in getting the pro- vince to accept the last 25-mile link ,of this logical highway. BROTHERTON’S ' BOOKING Steamshlp OFFICE Special Sailings to the Homeland by Canadian Pacific, Cunard and Anchor-Donaldson lines at Lowest Rates. Photos and Passports Securcl All enquiries confidential We look after your wants right from your home. Phone Willowdale 63J Offiae Step 6 Yonge S‘I, Lansing “I love movies," Paula said letting him reach for her cheque because it gave him a lot of pkasul‘e. “I think movies give you a broad outlosk on life.” “I want to apologize Jim, for. . .” “Skip it, Paula, I figured the heat got you. Want to take in a movie tonight?" “Miss Pounds....Misvs Lake.” Jim was introducing them. While they laughed and chattered together, Paula. tried to choke down her sand.- wich a‘Jl maltrd milk. Miss Lake excused herself, saying she had some shopping to do. Paula glanced sideways at. Jim. “Do you. . .like her Jim?" “Crazy about her. Shc- works in- the policy department. She’s mar- ried to one of my best friends. Thqy don’t allow married: woman to work at' the office so she calls herself Miss.” “You asked for it, Paula Pounds," she told herself. “No whining, please.” - So she still had her job. But Jim. The job waé nothing if sh‘e lost him. Maybe he would be at the Grill as usual. Ten minutes after sh: seated her- self at the counter, he strode inâ€" with a :blonde. Her heart leaped..-. died miserably. mr-nt. gain.” Mr. Edwards waved his hand. “We all say things we regret afterwards,” he said. “You’re too good a work- er to lose because of a little arg‘u- “I know you arc- a generous, fair man,“ she began. “Otherwise I would never dare to think you would ac- cept my apology about yesrberd‘a'y. I was. ill. . .nervous.” The next morning Paula had to wear a jacket...it was so heavenly cool. Mr. Edwards came in, untidy but cheerful in the new-made world of dropping temperatures. Suppose he would not listen to her? She loved working here. It was a wonâ€" derful office, so cool and airy and she» needed her salary. “I was kind of mad at you,” Grace admitted. “But if you’re sorry as all this...” “You poor kid! Don’t takst on: like that” Is it because you’re 501'wa about this morning?” “I was mean. ..hon'ib1e," she said "I don't know what possessed me.’ Grace had come in. Her lids were swollen so that she could scarcely sce. Paula nodded. When! she came out dazcdly, she saw it was raining. Squalls of rain were sweeping the heat out of the city. Gasping she ran thU few blocks to the apartment. Thunder crashed, lightning played around her as she closed the windows against the storm. Thou, like a whiplash of rain, her sobs started. She threw herself on the daybed, her tears falling almost as- fast as the rain outside. friendship, her job and.‘..Jim. But never let THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO a little arg‘u it happen a Prospects for big-game hunting are unusually bright in Can- ada this fall. Reports covering the thousands of square miles of wilderness accessible by Canadian Pacific Railway show a. plentitude of game and excelledt conditions for hunting. Outfitters and guides across the country also report more reservations for huntingr parties, both from ('unada and the United States. NW" NW have Liberal ' Plan Splendid Hunting Season Wild sections of Canada 2y practically in the back yard civilization have a wide variet) big game in addition to m types of game birds and smai animals. Nova. Scotia has mom deer and black bear; New Bru wick, deer and black bear; Q bec. moose, caribou, deer and bi bear; Ontario, moose, deer . black bear; Manitoba and F katchewan. moose, deer and 0' hon: Alberta and Brili'fl‘. (‘er L a “ mountain ,c‘mpn not w many caribou, moose, elk (wapiti) and grizzly, brown and hear; and the Yukon Tel and Alaska, practically the (1:: British Columbia. An indication of the increased interest in hunting this year has been given by the number of apâ€" plications coming tn 1N: general Viviet affirms in Windycr Station, Montreal. for copies of the {W0 Montreal. for copies hunting booklets, “O! for Hunting" and "1‘ not: and Game Haunt PAGE SEVEN ats, “()nen Seasons and "Fishing Wu.â€" iti), dleer, 1d black Territory the same