CHAPTER IV Madame Fabre-Lusignan be comes indignant when her old but ler, Rudolph, showers hot coffee oyer her bed. Rudolph explains his clumsiness by pointing to a picture in the paper showing a small pi-etty girl and two little ones over the caption: •‘The Prin cess Meridel ot Gratzen and her cousins arrive in Quebec to seek refuge with rich uncle in Cana da.” Rudolph admits he is the “rich uncle,” and explains that at Gratzen he was the Baron Kudi de Morpin. Madame insists that he stay on at the Chateau Philibert as the Baron Morpin, anti that he bring the Princess and her cousins as his guests. The Princess and the children arrive and Madame takes over as housekeeper ot ire Chateau. Roger Fable of the ^'a nauian Air Force, and Madame's nephew, meets Princess Meridel. She smiled at him, looked up at the broad shoulders that bulked above her at his face, dark and lean-jawed and so wise foi one so young. Strange, swift world. They had met only last night and now lie spoke to her of love. She could see it in his earnest eyes, read it in the rough tones of his voice. But her heart was not yet recep tive to love and she wondered if it would ever be again—and then she thought of the night in Grat zen, so much like this, when she and that other youth, so young and gay and glad of heart, had climbed the mountain road to the castle. But it was not in her to hint h'tn or discourage him. After all, he iiau ridden long uun death .tod he would ride again. Biie had her hand on his arm and felt a tie mor there and his strong t.'.gerr covered 1 ois, small and coo. and slender. ■ iou make my heart giad, Hug er. But you do! What you would ray L always sweet to hear, but i- -it is Ivo soon for me. n seems of small importance—or: own loves and hates, when haued i.as i etonie a side of the sea and 'o\e a 'Uiilshid army. “It is one of the things we can cling to—so it seems to me. t ling to hungrily. But it is peniaps too soon, Meridel. After a little while -—if there is lelt even a little "Do md. thi-.K that way. There will be y md years. Vo..r hu time and mine.’’ "And .-o many to talk to you of love'-- .) many others.” "Thiie could he only o..c to whom I'd listen. J know that. I leel that my heart can be ui. act ed by only one key." "1 hope 1 have ii. I iiave never before met anyone like you, any girl who made me feel as you have done. And the princess pait has little to do with it. ' ' 1 am glad of that. You would have found me the same if 1 d been a souileiy maid?’’ “Yes, the same.” edie thought of Michel, wh > IHul been -ad because she had chang ed n«.m a peasant girl to i prin cess. As if it mattered, as u that should discourage him and drive • Jim \.,u in.-' i vi ii v i v i van. it b:m been different then, even th< ugh the olu castle was already tottering on its rocky buttresses uitu tiie winds of change were lustling around its keep. They drove down the mountain anc somehow he was not unhappy, though he hud been unable to say the things that were clamoring to be uttered. They wandered about the city, into places where Roger had never been before. Doors and wit (lows were open; the night was sultry, the air charged with the threat of thunder. From a little ha: eluent, restaurant the music of a violin and a. piano came lilting ly up to them and Meridel's fid get s closed hard on his wrist as she stopped, chin lifted, eyes bright, like one lost in a dark wood who hears the winding of a golden horn. "It is a song of Gratzen!’ she said. "It is a song of my people! Come—come quickly, please!’ Roger, sharing her eagerness, followed her down the steps into tbt little taproom. It seemed to be three-quarters filled by tne huge ms.i in a white apron who came forward to meet them, a wide smile on his ruddy face. He stop ped suddenly and his little shoe hutu n eyes ill but poppe I from their cushions of fat. “G"aeiou3 lady! Highness! It is you I see hei -here.” And, by some mira cle, he bowed low until they saw onlv the shiny bald pate Hinged by one white locks. i'he boy and girl left piano and fiddle and came to stand behind him and bend low in an Old World curtsy. “Mv friends,” Meridel's voice was gentle, her eyes shone. She stretched out her hands to them and they kissed the white fingers reverently. “Jules Goujon—Jules of the Coq (Cor, and little Emil and little Magda.” She looked fondly on the old man and his grandchildren. Their mother was dead, their father would be fight ing if life was in him yet. “It is so good—so good to find you here, my friends, my own people.” “It is like seeing heaven, High ness. You will sit, yes, please, and this gallant airman—here in my inn.” Roger, too, received a royal welcome. The little blonde Mag da. the pale dark Emil played softly at Meridel's pleading. Jul es brought them his best Chani Mi’tin and hovered around them, muttering; in his native tongue, sjeaking in English when Meri del Hudress him. ‘ Good—it is good, this Cana da ’’ he said. “Here we can hope to build our happiness once a gai'i. You. Princess, me well “Wei!, 'ndeed, Jules—an.! Pol Martin and little Rosine, We l.'ve at a gfi.d chateau, Philibert, which belongs to Uncle Rudi, wlio is a very great man here and very rich. You will remember the Baron Rudi, my friend?’’ “Weil I remember him, High ness,'' said Jules, thinking only briefly of the long, unsettled score chalked behind the oar of his inn in that far-off land. “He was a gay young man, the baron. 1 am happy that the world has used him well. Tell him he is al ways welcome at rny inn, which I call too the Coq d'ur in memory of old times.'’ “Old times—do you recaii, my good friend, the time I came to your tavern—one fair day—with the tall, red-headed one, mid we had dinner together—roast goose “Y'es, yes—that one. ’ Roger, watching the great moon face, saw little eyes go blank. “You were very gay, Higness. Y'ou have not seen that red-headed one "Neither before nor since, Jul es, but I’ll always remember that night. He walked up the hill to the castle with me afterward." “Sometimes it is well to for get, Highness,'’ said the old man softly. “One has to forget so ma ny things now. Yrou will let me make for you, perhaps, some of the good dishes of home—” “Ah, you are kind. Jules. But not now, thank you. We have al ready dined. We shall hear one more tune unH then « must ‘‘And you will come again, please? It is yours, my little place—ail I have. It has been so wonderful to see your face again. It has been like—like home to | us—”• i Meridel laid her hand on Jules’ shoulder. “It is always home when we of our race are together. Jul es. Be sure I shall come again and often; and I shall bring the little . ones with me, to see you and Magda and Emil. It is so good to j have the little ones here. I hope | to persuade Uncle Rudi to bring many of them to his grand cha teau. Do you not think, Roger, it would be a great thing for him to shelter the children from a broad—the homeless ones of nu. " i ou know,” said Roger, “that is i. great idea. There’s room for a hundred at Philibert, anu I m s' rt you and Tante Minn coti’d easily handle them all.” "Then I shall speak of it the moment »«• return. Now, Jules — a'u revoir—and you, Magda, and you, Emil.” She gave Jules her hand and Kissed the ones. Ann Mo- and Itogei w_■ c3 n_ in I he busy s >• out ot l«.- i Id lost world ini i new. But v t'.i way !•?-.•’; to Lhe hole' si r- was • e-v .jui* t. U biking, he *.- •• v f mile , i' -i.„s loved ar. t - of' things loved and lost, of vanish- j t-d friends and little cherished ! dreams—and of the red-headed I one— On the trip back to St. Didier, Meridel confided to madame her hopes of having Uncle Rudi throw open the doors of Philibert to some of the little refugees. “Do you not think, Madame Laurin, that where there is such abundance it should be shared with those who have nothing—no home, no friends, no resources, no hope even? Ah, what would I and these little children have done were it not for his kindness! I could work, yes—I want so much to work, but since there is no need for that I should like to give my time, my best efforts to help ing those others who have been made outcasts by the storm and who have here no place as shelter from it. You will help me, please, to persuade Uncle Rudi?” "Indeed I will, child,” said Ma dame, already making lightning calculations as to the maximum number of children she could ac commodate. “I’ll talk to the bar on, I promise you, and I think you’ll have no trouble with him. He is the most generous of men.’1 Meridel and Madame Fabre Lusignan, Rudolph and Gabriel Follet sat in metal chairs, sal mon pink ana white, ou the ter race in front of Chateau Phili bert that afternoon, while Ru dolph, coached by madame, out lined to the lawyer the grand plan they had evolved to make of the great estate a stanctuary, a friend ly shelter for the little freindless Gabriel Follet, sipping some of the lamented M. Gossec’s excel lent cognac, listened attentively. He looked like Mephisto’s twin brother. “You have the kindest, most generous heart in the world.” He spoke to madame, though his black eyes were intent on Ru dolph. “This is one of the noblest gestures that has been made, one which all Canada, all America, will appreciate and applaud.” “It will cost a great deal.” Ru dolph looked timidly at madame “In these times—’’ “Pouf!” Gabriel Follet grinned into his brandy glass. “What is money in a time like this? Only a lot of silly green paper and dirty metal. Now, if you will per mit, I shall go back to the city and set the wheels in motion. He bent over MeridePa hand, over madame’s; he bowed low to th baron and walked briskly over I the lawn to his Ions: black limou sine. As he left a battered station j wagon entered the grounds. It i was driven by Flight Lieutenant | Roger Fabre and contained a huge | mountain of a man with a walrus mustache and a little boy and girl. “Why, it is M. Roger!” said Meridel, “and Jules Goujon and his little grandchildren, Emil and Magda! These are the people from Gratzen, Madame Laurin. Oh, welcome them, Uncle Rudi—wel come them!” “Yes, yes,’' said Madame, “wel come them.” And Ruli, whom old Goujon had last seen as a slim, black-haired young fellow, buoy ant and eager for such fun as life could offer, stepped forward and held out his hand to the landlord of the Coq d’or. “Highness.” Jules bowed. “This day is a proud one for me, for my grandchildren. You are all so kind—so kind. Lieutenant Fabre i is so good.” "Yes," said madame, “and j good to himself.” Roger looked injured. “It was j such a grand day,” he said, ‘and 1 I have not much more time—I I must be hack tonight—I wanted and to heai how the plans for the j j so much to see you, Tante Mimi, ' I children are progressing. I met M. Fullet going down the drive. He always reminds me so much of the devil that I look to see if his exhaust is not spitting out flam es. All goes well, Monsieur ie “All goes well, monsieur.” "1 am so glad." Roger smiled at Meridel. “It makes you happy, little princess ’’ “1 shall have much to do. I shall like it." “I could show you about the park,” suggested Roger, “if „he baron will permit. The guest hou ses, the chalets—all can readi.j ; be put to use for your guests.’’ They walked away, the tall 1 young man in blue, the slender j gil l in pink pullover and grey -kiit, whose nair was a casque of sunlight whorled and braided. The children had gathered in a little group and were chattering away in their own tongue, talk ing of Gratzen, of the village be , low the castle, the mountain, the ! river, the forests; and present!} they ran off to play some game oi their own, promising to come when madame sent for them to . have tea w'ith her. (TO BE CONTINUED) "SK HULLABALOO Bj LYTLE HULL AN AMERICAN’S 'MUST’ If a citizen has no interest in the outcome of an election—and there are such—there is no rea soA why he should bother to cast his vote. He would probably toss a coin anyhow to decide whose name to place on his ballot. But if a citizen is interested and allows anything less than a freshly broken leg to prevent him from exercising a privilege which he may otherwise find himself without—he—or she—is just not making good sense. Forgive us for even suggesting that any member of the “weaker” sex could be anything but perfection. But even among the members of that otherwise delightful ele ment of the human race there are those naive enough to be lieve that their vote doesn’t make any difference among so many others. This fallacy Jias lost many an election—large and small. Not that these elections have been lost by just one vote: they have been lost by a number of “one votes.” They have been lost by a number of “non-voters” who didn’t believe their side had a chance; or who believed their side was a sure thing; or who were just too busy with small matters which they considered more important to themselves ani their families than the qualifica tions of the next mayor or gover nor, or even president. Now there is practically noth ing more important to the citizen than who the next alderman, mayor, governor, senator, presi dent, etc., will be. His taxes de pend upon it; his streets and roads, his sewage system, schools, health, business—almost life. Certainly these considerations are more im portant than a trip to the beach; than a directors’ meeting; than a day’s fishing; than a stomacJr ache; than a bridge tournament. Who hasn’t cussed out the m*<r or, the governor, or the president; Who hasn’t said they were “put in office it was because the labor unions were asleep on the job, or vice versa; and if the booze hounds elected him It was be cause the election was held on a Monday and the women had the wash to do. If the Communists swung the election it was be cause the farmers and other old line Americans had neglected the interest of their beloved country. If Abraham Lincoln had not been elected President of the United States, we might have been two nations today. We cer tainly would have turned the course of our own history and that of the world: possibly for the better—probably for the worse. If a few citizens of Cali fornia had neglected to vote in 1914, Woodrow Wilson would not have been elected president and we might possibly have not par ticipated in the first global war. Germany might have won it and the world we live in today would probably have been even less pleasant than it is. Suppose Fran klin Roosevelt had been defeated by his opponents because the Dem ocrats were so sure of his return to office that a few million of them had spent the day on the golf links, or at the baseball gam es or on a picnic There would | doubtless have been a vast differ | ence—one way or another—in life i as it is today. Maybe the mayor or the con ! gressman or the town councillor i is not as important as the presi dent—but he certainly means a great to his constituents—whether they appreciate it or not. It is pretty stupid not to get out and vote for him no matter what one’s preoccupation for the moment may be. But it is more than stu pid not to get to the voting booth on presidential election day. Inch Smtmti t REV. ROBERT H HAWS f l he Kriest in the Lire or Israel. ) Lesson for August 13: I Sam-I uel 1: 1-4:18. Golden Text: Hebrews 5:1. | Somettimes a by-product equals i in value the original thing as j when building material is made from the bagasse of sugar cane. In the lesson, the training of children ranks with the main top ic. ! Consider the contrast between j the training of Samuel and that of tile sons of Eli. Asked of God and dedicated to Him, Samuel De came a great prophet in Israel. Evidently Eli's sons were sadly lacking in childhood training, for while assisting their father in j the priesthood they used the sa cred place to satisfy their own ! gieed and lust. However, the reverence for holy things represented in the tuber-' r.acie at Shiloh, either the old one removed from Gilgal or a new and more permanent one built there, led the people to continue going there for worship,) Xq pa;eaiodJdd asnqe aqj aiidsop | Eli’s sons. And Eli had a high i regard for his priestly office The old man of 9s survived the tid ings of his sons’ death but when he heard the ark, symbol of God’s presence and of which he was guardian, had been taken, he fell I backward and broke his neck The whole of the lesson shows tile importance of the priest in Israel, though the priesthoo 1 was at times abused by unworthy men. It satisfied the need of aa ap proach Junto God, and it fore shadowed the final and perfect priesthood of Christ. And may we find our life in Him who made on Calvary an atonement for the ’ sins of all mankind. I- ' ■’ - I A best-selling laxative ALL OVER THE SOUTH l—i V»tt*e it’s thrifty and fils most folks needs BLACK DRAUGHT uw uniy •» uifcr»q »Y 'MRS. CATHERINE CONRAD EDWARDS Attocial* Editor, Parents' Magazine HOME AND A HAPPY POSTWAR WORLD The home front job which the women broadcasters begun in February w. en the Association cf Women Directors launched their American Home campaign, has tangible evidence of success in the extraordinary quality of the prize-winning letters in the con test sponsored by Parents' Maga zine, as a feature of the cam paign, on the subject “What 1 Arn Doing in My Home to Strengtn en the Promise of a Happier Post war World.” Because the judges found it difficult to choose the best letters from many outstand ing ones, Parents’ Magazine trip led the prize money, awarding 2 first prizes, 2 second prizes, 5 third prizes and 20 $5.00 priz es. Judges were still hard press Here are a few thought-provok ing excerpts from prize-winning letters. Mrs. Elsa B. Bate of Mad ison, Wis., one of the two first prize winners, writes: “1 will realize that when our boys—and our girls—come home from war they will oe ‘different.’ They wil, have experienced and seen things which wt in our sheltered homes couldn’t possibly experience or see. I will know these experiences have changed them; and that we can’t abruptly begin wn«.ie we left off before they went a'v.iy. It isn’t as simple as that. “I yill know that many of these boys—and some of our giris— have been face to face with oea:h, and that when they get home they will remain ready wo fight for whatever they value. There fore, I will not be shocked by their forthrightness, their grim mer philosophy, their readiness to battle for what they believe in, their greater skepticism, their less ‘slap-happy’ egotism and tbeir determination to have a ‘gnarled ptace’ so thu horrcr of war won’t come again. . . . But I will realize, too, that \we who haven’t seen so much or exper ienced so much, can help prevent their skepticism, their forthright ness, and their determination from turning to bitterness or resent ment. Therefore I will try to be a balance wheel, as well as an un derstanding person with whom they can candidly discuss their thoughts and feelings.” A grandmother, Mrs. Le Roy Frederick, of Leetonia, Ohio, won the other first prize with a letter which says in part: “I’m just staying ‘put’ in an old colonial farmhouse, holding on to a bit of security for my children and grandchildren, and trying to b* n good neighbor. . . . We corid make more money in town, but we feel it our duty to produce food. So I’m milking, gardening, even husking corn. . . . I’m trying to keep this tenroom house livable, and lovely until my son in ser vice brings home a bride. . . . Our community club is making quilts to give to our newly weds. A boy in the thirty-seventh divis ion knows his quilt and his bride to-he are awaiting his furlough. A soldier in Iceland knows there’s a club quilt in his bride’s dower chest. We think these wartime couples will treasure our gift of lcrV-ng stitche.. and our nerves •re calmed m the doing. “I’m teaching in Sunday school the churches until the ltgln s shine once more, anti young folka are free lor the finer things oi life. I woih on the election board, help maintain the grange, and in all ways so.-k > preserve me homes arid ,l.;je things t.. ire lit tle eo nm i< mes for wr h cur boys are f. nting, »v. h their thoughts n happiness in the postw-r ••o,’d.’ KCEP ON JiiMn WAR BONOS Washington, D. C. (NWNSt—j Tnv notice given by t\e director j of our nation’s rubber program that he will resign on t'epl‘tuber i I 1 ccause he aas coir.p'eted his job is something in the ..atore of j a history-making event. When the war started and our I =upply of natural rubbc. was cut tfi, the rubber industry w.nt to ,vork to perfect and manufactur■■ ! synthetic rubber. At that lime it ! was estimated that if all went | well, within two or three years we | might have enough synthetic rub ber to fill normal needs. Now Col. Bradley Dewey, head of that program, points out that this goal has been overreached, that our nation is now entirely independent of the need for crude rubber. And, having brought his program to this happy state. Col onel Dewey has recommended that the office of rubber director he this will be the first wartime agen cy voluntarily to surrender its wartime power. Submitting figures on the rub ber program, Colonel Dewey said that output is now running at the rate of 836,000 long tons annual ly, which is about 250,000 long tons more than our average im ports of rubber before the war. Thus we have conquered, with interest, one of the greatest pro blems which faced industry when war was declared. By far the biggest problem fac ing the government right now, next to the war itself, is the com plicated job of drawing the blue prints for conversion from war time to peacetime manufacturing. It is estimated production of war materials will be reduced by as much as 40 per cent as soon as the war in Europe is won. Although this gradual change over to nor malcy will be welcomed by the American people, it can also mean a 40 per cent decline in employ ment unless steps are taken im mediately to plan a quick conver sion to production of civilian goods, It is also quite possible, following the defeat of Germany, that the size of our armed forces can he reduced, which will mean more men looking for jobs. Aware of the importance of having a practical plan ready, more and more congressmen are favoring Senator Vandenberg’e opinion that congress should stop recessing and stay in session un t il they have a sound answer to this problem. "Our soldiers,” said Senator Vandenberg, “have done a splen did job and congress and the home front should be just ae forehanded as the armed forces have been in preparing for the economic consequences of peace. We've done only part of the re conversion legislative job so far. The balance should be completed immediately. It is my opinion that congress should resume work on this without delay.'’' The part done so far, to which the senatoi referred, was the pas sage of the War Contracts Ter mination bill. Other bills for the handling of unemployment and for. spooning the shift to peace time i reduction are before con gressional committees but have not been acted upon. , Because of the election it is still a question whether enough congressmen will agree to call on their ho at fence-mending activi ties to return to Washington. When the July recess started, majority leader, told members that they need not return in Au gust because no legislati ;e pro gram was planned. It is possible that the senate will go into ses sion. and get started on these im portant measures, with the house continuing an unofficial recess. But because of the growing pressure of public opinion, of or ganized labor and of industry to get the postwar legislative pro gram completed, congressmen may decide that it will be most helpful to them politically to re turn to Washington now. It’s the Quality of leadership that makes Leaders Atlanta, Char lotto. Chattanooga. Norfolk, Orlamdo BUY MORE WAR BONDS AND STAMPS Leave me out of it i I’d rather skip any new car rush worse than a nylon stocking sale after War. More cars have already gone out of the running than ever wese built any year! How’ll every body get his new one overnight? But I’ve come this far with my engine oil-plated, so I figure I’ll be all right. I’ll just keep it safely oil-plated by staying with my good old friend Conoco N*A motor oil. If you think you can beat it, okay. But remember, any engine is bound to have adds inside from every explosion. Therefore you’d risk too much grief from corro sion, as I understand, except that oil-plating is made to check it. The cans of N th oil tell you about a modem synthetic that does the oil-plating. You’d imagine it’s kind of magnetized to working parts, making a protective surface to shed off acids, before the worst happens. Good thing you needn’t wait for an oil-plated engine; you can have that whole improve ment now, using Conoco NfA oil. 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