KASTF.HX CLACKAMAS NEWS, THl'HSDAY, NOVKMMKH 17, 1927
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A Novel from the Play
S TO R Y FROM T H E S T A R T
D e f y i n g all efforts to capture
him, a f t e r a lon g series o f inur-
derH and robberies, a super-
crook known to the police only
as " T h e Hat” hns brought about
a ve ri tab le reign o f terror.
At
his w its ’ end, and at the man’s
own request, the ch ie f of police
assigns his best operative, A n
derson, to g e t on the trail of the
Hat.
Wi th her niece, Dale O g
den, Miss Cornelia Van Gorder Is
liv in g In the country home of
the late Courtlelgh Fleming, who
until his recent death had been
president of the Union bank»
wrecked because of the theft of
a large sum o f currency.
Miss
Van
Gorder
receives a
note
warning her to vacate the place
at once on palp of death.
j
By Mary Roberts Rinehart
and Avery Hopwood
VVNU Service
“ Th e Bat.” copyright, 1920. by Mary Roberta
Rinehart and Avery Hopwood.
shoot yet but she say she going to
soon.”
“ But, good heavens, Hilly— shooting
what?”
“ Shotting pistol,” said Billy, his
yellow mask o f a face preserving Its
Impish repose. lie waved his hand.
“ You go srubbery. You see.”
The scene that met Dale's eyes
when she finally found the “ srubbery”
was Indeed a singular one. Miss Van
Gorder,
her back
firmly
planted
against the trunk o f a large elm tree
CH APTER II— Continued
and an expression o f Ineffable dis
— 3——
taste on her features, was holding
It was true. The room In which
out a blunt, deadly looking revolver
she stood, while comfortable and
at arm’s length. It’s muzzle wavered,
charming, seemed unusually acces
now pointing at the ground, now at
sible to the night prowler. A row of
tiie sky. Behind the tree Lizzie sat
French windows at the rear gave
In a heap, moaning quietly to herself,
upon a little terrace— below the ter
and now and then appealing to the
saints to avert a visioned calamity.
race the drive curved about and be
neath the billiard room windows In
As Dale approached, unseen, the
a hairpin loop, drawing up ngaln at
climax came. The revolver steadied,
tiie main entrance on the other side
pointed ferociously at an Inoffensive
o f the house.
At the le ft o f the
grass-blade some ten yards from Miss
French windows (If one fuced the
Van Gorder and went off.
Lizzie
terrace, as Miss Cornelia was doing)
promptly gave vent to a shrill Irish
scream.
Miss Van Gorder dropped
was the alcove door she spoke of.
tiie revolver like a hot potato and
When open, It disclosed a little al
opened her mouth to tell Lizzie not
cove, almost entirely devoted to the
to be such a fool.
Then she saw
foot of a flight o f stairs that gave
Dale— her mouth went Into a round
direct access to the upper regions o f
O o f horror and her hand clutched
the house. The alcove Itself opened
weakly at her heart.
on one side upon the terrace and up
on the other Into a large butler’s
“ Good heavens, c h ild !” she gasped.
pantry. The arrangement was obvi
“ Didn’t Hilly tell you what I was do
ously designed so that. If necessary,
ing? I might have shot you like a
one could pass directly from the ter
rabbit!” and, overcome with emotion,
race to the downstairs service quar
she sat down on the ground and
ters or the second floor o f the house
started to fan herself mechanically
without going through the living
with a cartridge.
room, and so that trays could he car
Dale couldn’t help laughing— and
ried up from the pantry by the side
the longer she looked at her aunt the
stairs without using the main stair
more she laughed— until that dignified
case.
lady joined In the mirth herself.
The middle pair o f French windows
“ Aunt Cornelia— Aunt C orn elia!”
were open— forming a double door.
said Dale when she could get her
Miss Cornelia went over to them—
breath. “ That I’ve lived to see the
shut them— tried the locks. “ Humph!
day— and they call us the wild genera
Flim sy enough!’’ she thought. Then
tion ! Why on earth were you having
she turned toward the billiard room.
pistol practice, darling— hns Hilly
The billiard room, ns has been said,
turned Into a Japanese spy, or what?”
was the last room to the right In the
Miss Van Gorder rose from the
main wing o f the house.
A single
ground with ns much stateliness as
door led to It from the living room.
she could muster, under the circum
Miss Cornelia passed through tills
stances.
door, glanced about the billiard room,
“ No, my dear— but there’* no fool
noting that most of its windows were
like an old fool— that’s all,” she stat
too high from the ground to greatly
ed. “ I ’ve wanted to fire that infernal
encourage a marauder, and locked
revolver off ever since I bought It
tiie only one that seemed to her par
two years ago— and now I have and
ticularly tempting— the billiard room
I ’m satisfied.
Still,” she went on
window on the terrace side o f the
thoughtfully, picking up the weapon,
house. Then she returned to the liv
“ It seems a very good revolver— and
ing room and again considered her
shooting people must be much easier
defenses.
that I supposed. All you have to do
Three points o f access from the
Is to point the— the front o f It— like
terrace to the house— the door that
this and—”
led Into the alcove— the French win
“ Oh, Miss Dale, dear Miss D a le !”
dows of the living room— the billiard
came in woebegone accents from tiie
room window. On the other side of
other side o f the tree. “ For tiie love
the house there was the main en-
o f heaven, Miss Dale, say no more but
trance, the porch, the library and din
take It away from her— she’ll have
ing room windows. The main entrance
herself all riddled through with bul
led Into n hall— living room, and main
lets like a kitchen sieve— and me
door of living room on the right as
too— If she’s let to have It again.”
one entered, dining room and library
“ Lizzie, I’ m ashamed o f you I” said
on the left, main staircase In front.
L izzie’s mistress, briskly. “ Come out
She sat down once more, and taking
from behind that tree and stop wall
u pencil and a piece o f paper, drew a
ing like an automobile siren.
This
plan of the lower floor o f the house.
weapon Is perfectly safe In competent
“ And now I’ ve studied It/’ she
hands and— ”
She seemed on the
thought, after a while, “ I’m no fur
verge o f another demonstration o f Its
ther than if I hadn’t
As far as I
powers.
can flgure out, there’s so many ways
‘iMiss Dale, for the dear love o’
fo r a clever man to get Into this house
G«xl, will you make her put It aw ay?”
that I’d have to he a couple o f Sia
Dale added her protestations to
mese twins to watch It properly.”
L izzie’s.
“ Please, darling, If you
Hut o f course she was not entirely
want to practice, Hilly can nx up some
phut off from the world, even If the
sort o f target range— but I don’t
worst developed. She considered the
want my favorite aunt assassinated
telephone Instruments on a table near
by a ricocheted bullet before my
the wall, one the general phone, the
eyes I”
other connecting a house line which
“ W ell— perhaps It would be best to
also connected |vlth the garage and
try again another time,” admitted
the greenhouses. The garage would
Miss Van Gorder. Hut there was a
not be helpful, since Slocum, her
wistful look In her eyes ns she gave
chauffeur for many years, had gone
the revolver to Dale and the three
back to England for a visit.
Dale
started back to the house.
bad been driving the car. Hut with
“ I should never have allowed Lizzie
an able-bodied man in the gardener's
to know what 1 was doing,” she con
house—
fided in a whisper, on tiie way. “ A
She pulled herself together with a
woman Is perfectly capable o f man
jerk.
aging firearms— hut Lizzie Is really
too nervous to live, sometimes.”
“ Cornelia Van Gorder, you’re go
“ I know just how you feel, darling,”
ing to go crazy before nightfall, if
Dale ngreed, suppressed mirth shak
you don’t take hold of yourself. What
ing her as tiie little procession reached
you need Is lunch— and a nap in tlie
the terrace.
“ Hut—oh,” she could
afternoon If you can make yourself
keep It no longer, “ oh— yon did look
take it. You’d better look up that re-
funny, darling— sitting under that
\«ilver o f yours, to«), that you bought
tree, with Lizzie on the other side
when you were going to take a trip
«>f it making banshee noises and— ”
to China.
You’ ve never tired It off
Miss Van Gorder laughed, too, a
yet. but you've g«>t to sometime today
little shamef:u*e<Uy.
— there’s no other way <'f telling If
It will work. You can shut your eyes
" I must have," she said. “ Hut—oh,
when you do It— no, you can’t either
you needn’ t shake your head, Lizzie
Allen— I am going to practice with
— that's silly.
it— there’s no reason I shouldn’t— and
“ Call you a spirited old lady, do
you never can tell when things like
they? Well, you never had a better
that nflght be useful,” she ended
tim e to show your spirit than now I”
rather vaguely. She did not wish to
Dale Ogden, taxi ing up from the
alarm Dale with her suspicions yet.
tw o o’clock train some time later, dis
“ There, Dale—yes, put It In the
covered the front door locked, to her
drawer of the table— that will reas
surprise, and rang for some time be
sure Lizzie. Lizzie, you might make
fore she could get an answer. At last,
us some lemonade, I think— Miss Dale
H illy appeared, white-con ted, with an
must be thirsty after her long, hot
Inscrutable expression on Ids face.
ride."
“ W ill you take my bag, Hilly—
“ Yes, Miss Cornelia,” said Lizzie,
thanks. Where Is Miss Van Gorder—
recovering her normal calm as the re
talking a nap?”
volver was shut away In the drawer
“ No.” said Hilly succinctly.
“ She
o f the large table In the living room.
take no nap.
She out in srubbery
But she « •ouli! not resist one part
shotting.”
ing shot.
ita
Vnd thank
God
Dale stared at him Incredulously.
rn ho making- -and not
“ Shooting. Hilly?”
for hull.H wounds I" she
“ Yea. mu am.
A t least—she not
muttered, darkly, as she went toward
the service quarters.
Miss Van Gorder glared after her
departing back. “ Lizzie Is really im
possible, som etimes!” she said with
stately Ire. Then her voice softened.
“ Though, o f course, I couldn't do
without her,’’ she added.
Dale stretched out on the settee
opposite her aunt's chair. “ I know
you couldn't, darling.
Thanks for
thinking o f the lentonude.”
She
passed her hand over her forehead In
a gesture o f fatigue. “ I am hot— and
tir e d "
Miss Van Gorder looked at her
keenly. The young face seemed curi
ously worn and haggard In the clear
afternoon light.
“ You— you don’t really feel very
well, do you. Dale?"
The girl turned her face a little
away from her aunt’s scrutiny,
"Oh— It's nothing. I feel all right—
really."
“ I could send for Doctor Wells.
I f —”
“ Oh, heavens, no, Aunt Cornelia."
She managed a wan smile. " I t Isn’t
as bad as all th a t I'm Just tired and
the city was terribly hot and noisy
and— ” She stole a glance at her aunt
from between lowered Mils. “ I got
your gardener, by the way,” she said,
casually.
“ Did you dear?
That’s splendid,
though— but I'll tell you about that
later. Where did you get him?”
“ That good agency— I can't remem
ber It’s name." Dale’s hand moved
restlessly over her eyes, as If remem
bering details were too great an e f
fort. “ But I'm sure he’ll be satisfac
tory— he’ll be out here this evening—
he— he couldn’t get away before, I
believe. What have you been doing
all day, darling?”
“ W e have had a domestic uphe aval.
The cook and the housemaid have
left— If you’d only waited till the next
train you could have had the pleasure
o f their company Into town."
"A unt Cornelia— how excitin g! I'm
so sorry! W hy did they leave?’’
“ W hy do servants ever lenve a good
place?” said Miss Cornelia grimly.
"Because If they had sense enough to
know when they were well off, they
wouldn’t he servants. Anyhow, they’ve
gone— w e’ll have to depend on Lizzie
and B illy the rest o f this week.
I
telephoned— but they couldn’t promise
me any others before Monday.”
“ And I was In town and could have
seen people for you— If I ’d only
know n!”
said
Dale
remorsefully.
“ Only,” she hesitated, “ I mightn’t
have had time— at least I mean there
were some other things I had to do,
besides getting the gardener and— ”
She rose. “ I think I will go and lie
down fo r a little If yon don’t mind,
darling.”
Miss Van Gorder was concerned.
“ O f course I don’t mind hut— won’t
you even have your lemonade?”
“ Oh, I'll get some from Lizzie In the
pantry, before I go up," Dale managed
to laugh.
“ I think I must have a
headache, after all," she said. "M ay
be I'll take an aspirin. Don't worry,
darling."
" I sha'n’t. I only wish there were
something I could do for you, my
dear.”
Dale stopped In the alcove doorway.
“ There's nothing anybody can do for
me, really,” she said soberly.
“ At
least— oh, I don’t know what I'm say
in g! But don't worry. I’ m quite all
right. I may go over to the Country
club, after dinner— nnd dance. Won’t
you come with me, Aunt Cornelia?"
"Depends on your escort," said Miss
Cornelia tartly. “ I f our landlord, Mr.
Itlehard Fleming, Is taking you, I cer
tainly shall— I don't like his looks and
never did I”
Dale laughed. “ Oh, he's all right,"
she said. “ Drinks a good deal and
wastes a lot o f money— but harmless
enough. No— this Is a very sedate
party— I'll be home early.”
“ W ell, In that case," said her aunt,
“ I shall stay here with Lizzie and my
oulja-hoard will furnish It. She’s
lshment for the very cowardly way
she behaved this afternoon— and the
oulja-hoard. Lizzie deserves some pan
scared to death to touch the thing— 1
think she believes It’s alive.
“ Well, maybe I ’ll send you a mes
sage on It from the Country club,''
said Dale lightly.
She hud paused,
half-way up the (light of side-stairs In
the alcove, and her aunt noticed how
her shoulders drooped, belying the
lightness o f her voice. "Oh," she went
on, "b y the way— have the afternoon
papers come yet? I didn't have time
to get one when I was rushing for the
train."
“ I don’t think so, ilenr— hut I'll nsk
Lizzie.” Miss Corneliu moved toward
a bell-push,
“ Oh, don't bother— It doesn't matter.
Only if they have, would you ask Liz
zie to bring me one when she brings
up the lemonade?
I want to read
about— about the Bat— he fascinates
me."
“ There was something else In the
paper this morning," said Miss Cor
nelia, Idly. “ Oh, yes— the Union bank
— the bank Mr. Fleming, Senior, was
president o f has failed. They seem
to think the cashier robbed It. Did
you see that, Dale?"
The shoulders o f the girl on the
staircase straightened suddenly. Then
they drooped again. “ Yes— I saw It,’’
she said In a queerly colorless voice.
“ Too bad. It must be terrible to— to
have every one suspect you— and hunt
you— as I suppose they’ re hunting
that poor cashier."
“ W ell,” said Miss Cornelia, “ a man
who w recks a bank deserves very lit
tle sympathy, to my way o f thinking.
9
B ridge Built b y N ature
The Natural bridge Is in Rockbridge
county, Virginia. It was left by the
collapse o f the remainder o f the roof
o f a tunnel formed by water percolat
ing through a Joint or fissure athwart
the stream. The tunnel thus formed
was gradually enlarged until all the
water o f the stream was diverted
from the stream bed below the Joint
o f Ingress, leaving a bridge. It has
a span o f 90 feet and Is from 50 to
100 feet wide.
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Children Cry for
"Oh, He’s All Right," She Said.
But then I’m old-fashioned. W ell, dear,
I won’t keep you. Run along— and If
you want an aspirin, there's a box In
my top bureau drawer.”
“ Thanks, darling. Maybe I ’ll take
one and maybe I won’t— all I really
need is to lie down fo r a while.”
She moved on up the staircase and
disappeared from the range o f Miss
Cornelia's vision, leaving Miss Cor
nelia to ponder many things. H er trip
to the city had done Dale no good, of
a certainty. I f not actually 111, she
was obviously under some consider
able mental strain. And why this sud
den Interest— first In the Bat— then In
the failure o f the Union bank? Was
It possible that Dale, too, had been
receiving threatening letters?
•Til be glad when that gardener
comes," she thought to herself. "H e 'll
make a man In the house at any rate.”
When Lizzie at last came in with
the lemonade she found her mistress
shaking her head.
“ Cornelia, Cornelia," she was mur
muring to herself, “ you should have
taken to pistol practice when you were
younger— It Just shows how children
waste their opportunities I"
C H APTE R III
The Storm Gathers.
The long summer afternoon Wore
away, sunset came, red and angry, a
sunset presaging storm. A chill crept
Into the air with the twilight. When
National Emblem of W ales Is Red Dragon
W hile the hnrp Is a Welsh national
Instrument, It is not recognized ns the
national emblem. The national em
blem for Wales Is the red dragon of
Cadwallader, the Inst o f the Welsh
kings. T ills emblem hnd n place In
the royal arms o f Great Britain ns n
supporter In the reign o f King Henry
VII, but that king, townrd the end of
his reign, changed the supporters,
which were the two white Hons of
March, to the Welsh dragon on the
dexter side. With the white greyhound
on the sinister.
The latter emblem
was representative o f either the I'e
Renuforts, Ids own ancestors, or *
Nevilles, the ancestors o f Uls wife,
both o f these families using the white
greyhound ns a fam ily badge. In 1328
Ids son, Henry V III, used for support-
night fell, It wns not n night o f stiver
patterns enskied, hut a dark and
cloudy cloak where a few stars glit
tered fitfully. Miss Cornelia, at din
tier, saw a hut swoop past the window
o f the dining reom. In Its scurrying
tllght, nnd nurrowly escaped overset
ting her glass of water with a nervous
sturt. The tension o f waiting— wult-
Ing— for some vague meiiuce which
might not materialize after all— had
begun to prey on her nerves. She suw
Dale olf to the Country club with re
lief— the girl looked a little better a f
ter her nap, hut she was still not her
normal self.
The house was queer. She would
not have uduiitted it to Lizzie, for her
soul’s salvation— hut, for the first
time in her sensible life, she listened
for creukings ot woodwork, rustling o f
leaves, stealthy steps outside, beyond
the safe, bright squares o f the win
dows— for anything that was uctuul,
tangible, not merely formless feur.
“ There’s too much room In the coun
try for things to happen to y o u !" she
W hy do so many, many babies o f to
confided to herself with a shiver.
day escape all the little fretfu l spell«
"E ven the night— whenever I look out,
and Infantile ailments that used to
it seems to me as If the night were
worry mothers through the day, and
ten times bigger and blacker *hun It
keep them up hnlf the night?
ever Is in New Y o rk !"
I f you don't know the answer, you
T o comfort herself she mentally re
haven't discovered pure, harmless Cas-
hearsed her telephone conversation o f
toria. It is sweet to the taste, and
the morning— the conversation she hnd
sweet In the little stomach. And its
not mentioned to her household. At
gentle Influence seems fe lt all through
the time It had seemed to her most
the tiny system. N ot eveu a distaste
reassuring— the plans she had based
ful dose o f castor oil does so much
upon It udequnte and sensible, In the
normal light o f day.
But now the good.
Fletcher’s Castorla Is purely vege
light of day had been blotted out, and
with It her security. H er plans seemed table, so you may give It freely, at
weapons o f paper against the sinister first sign o f c o lic ; o r constipation ; or
diarrhea. O r those many times when
might o f the darkness beyond her win
dows.
A little wind walled some you Just don’t know what is the mat
where In that darkness like a beaten tes, F o r real sickness, call the doc
child— beyond the hills thunder rum tor, always. A t other times, a few
drops o f Fletcher's Castorla.
bled, drawing near, and with It light
The doctor often tells you to do Jimt
nlng and the storm.
She made herself sit down In the th a t; nnd always says Fleteh eB T
chair beside her favorite lamp on the Other preparations may be Just Tls
center table and take up her knitting pure, Just as free from dangerous
with stiff fingers.
“ Knit two— purl drugs, but why experiment? Besides,
tw o— ” her hands fell Into the accus the book on care nnd feeding o f babies
tomed rhythm mechanically— a spy, that comes with Fletcher’s Castorla Is
worth its weight In gold !
peering In through the French win
dows, would have deemed her the pic
ture o f calm. But she hnd never felt
less calm In nil the long years o f her
life.
She wouldn’t ring for Lizzie to come
and sit with her— she simply wouldn’t.
But she was very glad, nevertheless,
when Lizzie appeared at the door.
'Miss N elly."
‘Yes, L izzie? " Miss Cornelia’s voice
wns composed, but her heart fe lt a
throb o f relief.
“ Can I— can I sit In here with you,
H O T S TA S H E S and other symptoms o f
H igh Blood Pressure are quickly relieved
Miss Nelly, just n minute?” Lizzie’s
by MENOIDS. J1 fo r trial. Clove, ('hem . Co.,
voice wns plaintive. “ I'v e been sit 801 Flood Bldg.. Pan Francisco, Calif.
ting out In the kitchen watching that
F IN O N N l’TS— Send 35e and we w ill mail
Jap read his funny newspaper the
you one pound postpaid. W rite fo r partic
ulars on N a va jo Rugs. Matehln & A m
wrong way nnd listening for ghosts till
brose, Indian Traders, Crownpolnt, N. M e*.
I’ m nearly c ra z y !”
“ W hy, certainly, Lizzie,” said Miss
MAKE VOIR OVj/N -/PORI HAT
Cornelia, primly. "Y ou can alt he rem
So simple a child cah do It. Make
your own 100$ all wool fe lt hat In
and help me work the oulja-hoard.
fifteen minutes and save from 82to
That will take your nfind off listening
$3. 10 latest Paris styles and pic
tures and complete instructions for
for th in gs!”
making with each order. State color
desired or send sample o f shade.
Lizzie groaned. “ You know I’d
SKND NO MoNHY. Pay postman
on arrival II for material for ono hat
rather he shot than touch that nn-
or |2 fo r material for three.
ennny on O le!" she said dolefully. “ It
H A R R Y r i l I E l > A CO.
141 F if t h A ve«. N e w Y o r k C it y
gives me the creeps every time I put
my hands on It I”
MATPRIAl ANO COMPLETE c1nu
"W ell, o f course, If you’d rather sit
IN/lRliiMION/ Pi V I PAIO” y l
In the kitchen, Lizzie— ”
“ Oh, give me the o u ljle !" said L iz
zie In tones o f heartbreak. “ I ’ d rather
be shot and stabbed than stay In the
Use Hanford’ s Balsam of Myrrh
kitchen nn.v more.”
Money back for flrat bottle if not suited. All dealers.
“ Very well,” said Miss Cornelia, “ It’s
your own decision, Lizzie— remember
Optimist Points Out
that." Her needles clicked on. ‘T il
Just finish this row, before we start,”
Silver Lining to Cloud
she said. “ Yon might call up the light
Barney Oldfield, the famous auto-
company In the meantime, Lizzie—
mobltlst, said on disembarking at
there seems to be n storm coming np
New York from his European tour:
nnd I want to find out If they Intend
‘ W e are capturing more and more
to turn out the lights tonight ns they
o f the European automobile trade.
did Inst night. Tell them I find It
In London, Paris, everywhere, you
most Inconvenient to be le ft without
see thousands o f American automo
light that way."
biles. Some people sny that our
“ It's worse than Inconvenient," mut
trade is going to suffer tn Europe
tered
Lizzie, "I t ’s criminal— that's
now on account o f hard times and
what It Is— turning off all the lights In
so on, but fo r many reaeons 1 don't
a haunted house like this one. As If
accept that view. I’ m an optimist
spooks wasn’t bad enough with the
there.
lights on— ”
“ The fact Is, I ’m an optimist every
“ L iz z ie !"
where. A ll things, I claim, have their
“ Yes, Miss N elly— T wasn’t going to
bright side.
sny another word.” She went to the
‘Take, for Instance, the old saying
telephone. Miss Cornelia knitted on—
that few people practice what they
"knit two— purl two—’’ In spite o f her
preach. That Is very sad, o f course,
experiments with the ouija-honrd she
but how much sadder it would be If
didn’t believe In ghosts— nnd yet—
we all preached what we practice I”
there were things one couldn’t explain
by logic. Was there something like
B oy o f T en B usy Crim inal
that In this house— a shadow walking
Police officials o f New Brighton, N.
the corridors— a vague shape o f evil,
drifting like mist from room to room, Z „ are searching for a ten-year-old
till Its cold breath whispered on one’s boy, who wns a model pupil during
hack nnd— th ere! She hnd mined her the daytime and a cracksman at
knitting—the Inst rows would have to night. A fte r he was arrested and hnd
be ripped out and done over. That confessed to 22 crimes. Including 7 o f
came o f mooning about ghosts like a breaking Into and entering stores, he
ninny I
disappeared.
She put down the knitting with az
exasperated little gesture. Lizzie hnd
K n o ck o u t Im m inent
lust finished her telephoning and was
Peaceful Old Lad y— W ill you two
hanging np the receiver.
boys stop fighting If I give you ten
“ W ell. L izzie? "
cents each?
"Y es'm ," said the latter, glaring at
T h e Stronger Boy— Make It a quar
the phone. "Th at's what he sa y»— ter for the winner, Indy.
they turned off the lights Inst night
because there was n storm threaten
What Is n parngrapher doing In his
ing. He says It bums out thetr fuses
Idle hours If he can’t keep up with
If they lenve 'em on tn a storm.”
current literature?
“ H um ph!" said Miss Cornelia, “ 1
hope It will be a dry summer.” Her
hands tightened on each other. Dark
ness-darkness Inside this house of
whispers to match with the darkness
outside! She forced herself to speak
In o normal voice.
“ Ask Itil.’ y to bring some candles
Lfz.zle— and have them ready."
M
Million, rely cm HILL'S to mi
Lizzie had been staring fixedly ai
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Gripp. and Flu. N o q u ic k «
the French windows. A t Miss Cor
remedy for you.
nella’s eommnnd she gave a little Jmn)
o f terror and moved closer to her nils
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tress.
“ You're not going to ask me t* ft
cut In that hall, alone?" she salt! lr
Got Rod Box
with portrait
a hurt voice.
ers to the royal arms the golden lion
on the dexter, while the red dragon
of Wales, which his father had used
on the dexter, he relegated to the sin
ister side. These supporters continued
In use until the accession (In 1003)
of Jnmes VI o f Scotland ns James 1
of Kngland. James kept the golden
lion on the dexter, but changed the
red dragon o f Wales on the sinister to
the unicorn, as In the royal arms of
Scotland— nn emblem o f purity.
T aste N ot in M on ey
Taste, runs the saying, flaunts no
dollar sign. One can spend a million
dollars nnd have a hideous home, and
vice versa, one can spend but a few
dollars and achieve good taste In the
home with simplicity.
Taste ts more than a question ot
education, It is more than a question
of breeding. Some few have It to b e
gin with, more achieve It and a greal
muss o f people have It thrust upon
them, fortunately. W e sny fortunate
ly for the m ajority o f home owners
are content to let those who have
taste design and decorate their homes
for them.
Great peat pngs In northern Japan
are fast disappearing owing to rec
tarnation of the land.
To Cool a Burn
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