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n EW'S and! more, lately, to a puzzled un- certainty, she remembered in quick finer panic. What was that Florry 'had said about being a Wizard at bridge, but a dumb~lbell at hearts? If only she wasn’t too late to set her brains to the most important game in life! “Hello there! Asleep? Flori-y said I’d find you here. I'm bringing bad “Don’t worry about being an old maid, ChickJ’ Sonia carefully avoid;- ed the last question. Not for worlds would she have Florry know the humiliating truth that, in spite of all his attention David had never asked her to take him. “At the rate you’re going, you’ll have at least three husband‘s by the time you’re my age. Who’s the :boy friend this week-end?” “Suppose we drop the ‘Chick’,” Florry said. “You can‘t get away with this little sister stuff much longer. I’m not joking about the 'old maid busineSS either," she went on. “For all your brains, I could give you a point or two about get- ting a husband.” “Let’s hear them, 0 Sage." “All right”. Goaded ~by Sonia’s superiority, Florry plunged head- long into the luxury of truth tell- ing. “You’re too perfect, that’s what’s the matter with you. You always have to win, and‘ men hate that. You’re so good looking they make a ‘bee line for you, then when they find you’re more interest-ed in show- ing how smart you can be. than you are in them, they slide off. Look at the Hammet’s cousin, last week. Staff Reynolds is all of 30 and darn- ed' attractive. He liked you, too, until you beat him at tennis and showed off all your fancy divine: stunts. So, who did he take to the dance? The kid sister, and gave me a'wlhale of a time at that.” “Silly crad‘le snatcher,” Sonia commented. “You’re welcome to him.” “There you go :being superior, in- stead- of seeing- where vou failed." Flori-y pointed out. “You never took the trouble to find out that he was getting over an operation and had to go slow did" you? No, youâ€"" she interrupted her words of wisdom with a gay “Hi” as a man appear- ed' on the clubhouse porch. “There’s Staff now! He said he’d be down again this Friday!" :She scrambled to her feet and waved, then darted ‘off, tossing one last thrust over her shoulder. “You may be a wizard at bridge, Sonia, but you're a dumb- bell at hearts.” Anger changed to a stab of envy as Sonia watched Staf-f Reynolds hurry to meet F‘lorry. He tucked her arm through his. and‘ the two sauntered off to the beach, their gay laughter floating- tantalizineg an the summer air. Not because he was a last chance, it wasn’t that. There would be oth- ers, just as there always had been. But she didn't want the others. She wanted. David, with his attractive humorous face, and deep set brown eyes. The devotion and admiration in those eyes was giving away more “If you don't step off before I come out, everybody’ll think I’ll turn out an old maid like you," she complained, swinging her long, slim legs over the edge of the club pool. “It’ll .be a regular hoodoo. Why don’t you take David and be done don’t with Sonia let: her head dmp on her crossed arms. She lay perfectly still contemplating the pictune of herself that Flol‘i'y had< drawn. Humility flooded her. No, she never had taken the tremble to find out that Staff Reynolds was recovering from an operation. Flor'ry, Sonia’s 17-year-old. sister, was unpleasantly frank on the sub- iect. Suddenly Srmia knew with an in- tensity that took her breath. that she didn’t want David to drift away. But she wasn’t so good at getting a husband. At 25 she still had a fair showing- of beaux, but not a husâ€" band to her name. Sonia did do things well, there was no denying that. Least of all did: Sonia deny it. .Sh‘e’d won the golf tournament for the last three years, been runnehup in tennis, played the lead in the club drama- tics. ’Iâ€"‘he truth of the matter lay half way between, in the impartial man- ner of truths. Sonia's friends said she was suf- fering from an inferiority mmplex. Her enemies said she was unbear- ably' conceited. Abbie: “I don't ' ball at aIL, do you Lou: “You don’t stand it. Everythir a man they call the “Hello there! Asleep? Flurry said 'd find you here. I‘m bringing bad ews." ‘ For a moment, David's voice seem~ :1 part of Sonia’s thoughts, but his Woo.” WOOWWOQQOOWOMMW WMMOMO”W”OOOOWMWW y it?” PAGE EIGHT THE LIBERAL SHORT STORY By Marie DeNervaud A SEA CHANCE ‘ Imagine never having found out Ibidfore that he had put himself through law school! Never having known of his dream of studying inâ€" ternational law, of being, event-u- :ally, the London representative of ' the firm. With a singing certainty of what that “something” was Sonia, tucked! her arm in his. Wonderful, as well as new and strange, that talk with David yesâ€" terd'ay. They had gone for a walk along the cliffs instead of playing golf. Guided by her awakened per- ceptions, and interest, Sonia had LearnedI to know him better in one afternoon than in all the last three s‘ulm‘mers put together. “Sonia tired!" he marv-elled. He bent close above her, his tone a ling- ering caress. “Of course, I don’t mind losing. You're sweet when you’re tired. Sohia. Let’s get out of this mob, and go down to the cliffs. I’ve something I want to tell you.” “What did Shakespeare call it?" she whispered to the glowing image in the mirror. A‘ sea change! Into semething newâ€"and strangeâ€"" A hail from outside cut through her reverie. “Yes, I’m coming.” iShie dashed on a last dab of pow- der and ran out, racket in hand. “Will you mind awfully if we lose?” David's attractive face was wrinkled in worriedi lines, the un- certainly back in his eyes. “I’m nervous as a coot!" “We won’t lose.” That was the old Sonia; confident, assured. She must keep up .the established role a bit longer, to be convincing. Her heart missed a beat as she saw David turn to the court, his mouth set in grim determination. If she could only tell him that she didn’t care. But he wouldn't be- lieve her, nobody would believe that she could lose a tournament and not care. Time and- again, she would let David win the point, when ordinarily she would have rushed in to take it. Balls that she knew he couldn’t get she managed to drive a few inches [behind the ‘back lines, or to send crashing into the net. Sonia's heart warmed at David’s s‘rinpathetic glances. His murmured “hard luck” as he retrieved her 10st points, was tinged with an inevitable masculine triumph that ‘brought Son‘a an inner pride and glee in the success of her scheme. She’d never dreamed she could love anyone so much! Only they didn’t know her. Sud- den colJor flooded Sonia’s cheeks. How could‘ they kn0w her, when she hardly knew herself, in these last 24 hours ? It wasn't easy to lose points skil- fully. It was even harder to throw them Davidv’s' way. without anyone suspecting. But it was the most thrilling game that Sonia had ever played. Not even when she‘d' won the state tournament had she been so excited over a game Would she be smart enough, subtle enough, to carry out her plan? Could she fool not only David, but the whole watchful gal- lery that knew her and her game so well? With hands that. trembled, Sonia adjusted the «band. about her head! and took one last look at herself in the dressing room mirror. At last the culminating moment arrived; point. set. match against them, on Sonia’s receive. It was a magnificent return, but it missed the side line .by a few inches. It was Sonia, this time, on the way back to the clubhOuse, who said, “Did you mind losing, David? I’m sorry I failed you. I was a bit tired, I guess. You almost pulled out.” Her eyes fell before the eager protective devotion in his. Sonia Was wise enough to add nothing to this prediction. “Is that the ‘best you can do in the way of ‘bad news'?” she hoped he wouldn't hear the shaken note in her laugh. “We’ll show ’em!" “I supprse you’ll be able to pull it out," he said gloomily. “That’s what they all say.” “I believe you were asleep.” He drappedv d'own beside her. “Too soon to give you a shock?" “What is it?” Sonia asked. “You’re out of iuck; you’ve drawn me for the mixed’ doubles in the tournament tomorrow.” laugh made her ‘blink up at him all the vampire you?" on’t have to nude under and The bride’s attendant was Miss Jean Brillinger of Thornhill who lwore pink chiffon with pink and :331ue trimmings, a cluster of red groses in her hair and carried a bou- quet of the same. The grOOmsman was Mr. David Lee of Toronto. Rev. To Mr. and Mrs. George Nuttall of Thornhill on Sunday a baby daughter, Joanne Margaret. Whitley-FitzGerald Miss Mary Leonard‘ (Molly) Fitz- Gerald, daughter of Dr. and' Mrs. J. G. FittzGerald, was married quietly to Mr. Thomas Francis Whitley, son of Mrs. T. R. Whitley, in Trinity Church, Thornhill, on Saturday af- ternoon. Canon H. J. Cody, presi- dent of the University of Toronto, assisted by Rev. J. Colclough, con- ducted the ceremony. Gladioli and ferns decorated the church. At the Grace Hospital on Monday a Ibalbv son was born to Mr. and Mrs. Frank Harrison. Thomhill. Miss Muriel Williams of Uxbridge was married to Mr. Rolbt. Hewitt Thompson of Toronto on Friday at Thornhill Trinity Church. The bride given in marriage by her brother, Mr. John L. FitzGerald wore a gown of gold and white lame with gold and pearl headdress and tulle veil. Mrs. Gordon Wother- spoon. her attendant, was in Ameri- can Beauty crepe with feather hat andl muff of pink lilies. Mr. Thomas Phillips was best man and the ush- ers‘ were Mr. Sydney Saunders, Mr. Harold! Mockridvge and Mr. David Rea. At the reception at University Farm, Downsview, Mrs. FitzGerald received in green crelpe with k01- insky trimming. Later, Mr. and Mrs. Whitley left for a trip in the United States. The bride travelled in a Molyneux green and kolinsky ensemble. E. B. Cooke of Thornhill conducted the ceremony and Miss Olive Davis. sister of the groom, played the wedding march. Dr. and) Mrs. W. Carleton and daughters of Toronto visited‘ on Sun- day with Miss Annie Cooper. THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO The bride’s mother received the guests in flowered pink chifrfon and.“ wore a corsage of red roses. The groom's mother wore mauve sheer. After the reception the couple left on a short motor trip to Buffalo, the bride wearing a black crepe er:- semble trimmed with gold with matching accessories. the Red Cross. Rev. J. H. Colclough, pastov oi' Thornhil‘. Anglican Church, Rev. E. B. Cooke of Thornhm United Church andI Rev. J, D. Cunningham ‘of Thornhill Presbyterian Church will officiate at the meeting. The invi- rtation to attend this meeting is ex- tended to every woman in the com- 'munity. Mrs. Wellman, Mr. Melvin Well- man and MiSS Ruth Wellman of Headtford and Miss Eva Rosier of Toronto spent Sund‘ay with Mrs. George Dean and Miss Mary Dean, John St. The Misses Bird and Mr. Bird, Georgetown, visited on Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Thompson. ' Trinity W- A. I The regular meeting of Trinity Anglican Women’s Auxiliary will be held in Lawrence Memorial Hall. on Thursday, Semtem'ber 28th, at 2.30 pm. Following the meeting the members will decorate the church 'for the Harvest Festival to be held 'that evening. A meeting will :be held in Law- rence Memorial’ Hall on Tuesday ev- ening, Sept. 26th, at 8 p.111. for the purpose of organizing a branch of the Red. Cross. Mr. E. Grainger spoke on “Fam- ous Gardens” at the York Pioneer and Historical Society meeting held- on Tuesday at the Foresters Hall. Recalling the early days of Toronto Mr. Grainger told of the first beau- tiful gardens owned by Col. Gzowski, Hon. D. I. McPherson and Sir JOhn A. Macdonald. He illustrated his lecture with coloured slides show- ing scenes of gardens all over the continent. The bride, given in marriage by her father, looked ovely in a gown of white satin with a shoulder length veil of tulle trimmed with tiny pearls) and orange blossoms and: carried a bouquet. of pink rosea. A pretty Wedding took place at the home of Mr. and' Mrs. E. J. Gwillim on Saturday when their daughter Margaret was married to Mr. A. A. Davis, son of Mr. and. Mrs. W. Davis of Toronto. Thornhill District News “YE,.E‘?PKQ'Y§¢IWENMYflLPAEEE BRAVES What the Germans hoped to ac- complish by such a brutal“ and cal- lous attack on a ship filled only with civilians, women and children it is hard to understand. If they thought they would terrorize the British they had the experience of the last war. Such cruel and savage warfare only made the British more determined. a Incidentally the sinking of pass- enger ships without warning is con- trary to international law. It was only ir- 1936 that an effort was made to humanize submarine warfare. Germany signed along with Great Britain and the United States an agreement which provided that no ships were to be sunk without warn- ing or at least until the crew and' passengers were safe. The very first day of the war Germany tears up this pact and launches its war of frightfulness. German ‘stupidity seems beyond comprehension. The official German mind does not understand the psyâ€" chology of the democratic world. There was nothing the Germans could have done which would so set the whole world against them at the very outbreak of the war lthan the sinking of the Athenia by a submar- ine attack. It was not the fault of the Germans that 1,400 lives were not lost. It was the sinking of the Lusitania which finally drove the United States into the war. A few more Athenias and the Republic will forget its isolation policy and its neutrality. H-err Hitler says that the Ger- many of 19139 is not the Germany of 1914. It has not changed its ways as far as cruelty and brutality are concerned. If it has changed at all it seems to be for the worse. Mr. and Mrs. Galbraith of New- tonbrook and Mrs. Elson of Toronto visited on Sunday with Mrs. W. J. Wesley. Mrs. Wisner of Aurora spent the week-end with her sisters, Mrs. J. 'W-ells and: the Misses Cluibine. Rev. B. R. and Mrs. Stl-ang'ways of Toronto visited on Sunday with Misses A. and M. Boyle. sion in the afternono COMMERCIAL DISPLAYS Auction Sale of High Class Poultry LUCKY ATTENDANCE DRAWS September 22nd,23rd Poultry, Pigeons, Ducks, and Petstock ANNUAL SHOW FOR FULL INFORMATION WRITE OR PHONE: L. F. BEVAN - Thornhill P. O. - W. R. DEAN - Thornhill P. O. - C. L. HIGGS - 516 Perth Ave.. Toronto J. H. 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