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If your iron is soiled on the bot
tom, sprinkle a bit of salt on a
newspaper and rub the iron over
it.
• • •
Darns are less conspicuous
when the stitches are made paral
lel to the weave of the material.
• * •
If you want your artificial flow
ers to stay the way you arrange
them, half fill the vase with fine
sand. Press the stems into this
and they will remain in place.
* • •
If you would have your broom
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handle.
* • •
Add two teaspoons of left-over
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This frosting is delicious on a cin
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Frequently powder clings around
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Rubbing gently with a piece of
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well’s Laxative Senna combined with
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Laxative Senna wakes up lazy nerves and
muscles in your intestines to bring wel
come relief from constipation. And the
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tive so comfortable and easy on your
stomach. Even finicky children love the
taste of this pleasant family laxative.
Take Dr. Caldwell’s Laxative Senna com
bined with Syrup Pepsin, as directed on
label or as your doctor advises, and feel
world’sbetter. Get genuine Dr. Caldwell’s.
A most welcome gift to any
pipe-smoker or roll-your-own fan
now in our armed forces is a
pound of his favorite tobacco. Nu
merous surveys have shown that
tobacco is the No. 1 gift on the
service man’s list. A favorite with
many of our soldiers, sailors, ma
rines, and Coast Guardsmen is
Prince Albert, the largest-selling
smoking tobacco in the world. If
you have a friend or relative in
the Army, Navy, Marines, or
Coast Guard who smokes a pipe or
rolls-his-own, send a pound can of
Prince Albert. Your local dealer
is featuring the National Joy
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Rubber ball sports, baseball,
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Overloading and over-inflation are
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PIR/UES HEAD?
Os,SABEL
THE STORY SO FAR: Judy Jason, i
who Is telling the story, receives an
anonymous letter enclosing $800 and ask
ing her to bid for an abandoned church
to be auctioned the next day. She gets
the church, only to find, In an old chest,
the body of a man identified as Roddy
Lane. The body disappears a few hours
later. A fish shed burns, apparently kill
ing an old man named Brown, who is
supposed to have lived there. The
anonymous letter disappears. A golf club
found near the chest Is identified as Hugh
Norcross. The guests are once more as
sembled at the church and Hugh has
just said, “Dear, I wish you'd go back
to the inn."
Now continue with Judy’s story.
CHAPTER XI
I felt a little squeeze on my arm,
but whichever one of us he meant,
Bessie did the answering. “Not with
out you, Hughie. You’ll find I’ll stand
by, no matter how they lie about
you. No matter what they plant on
you. Tell 'em to find your blue
scarf, why don’t you?”
“That,” shrilled Lily obliquely,
"would be a darned good idea!”
"Hush,” Hugh interrupted. “Blew
out to sea, probably. We’re going
to tell Quade about the auction. He's
got a bee in his bonnet it may have
something to do with all these out
rages.”
“If you’ll all go sit down some
where—anywhere,” Victor suggest
ed. “And you’re going to see the
significance of this when we’re
through. See if you don’t. I wasn’t
here, so why don’t I play auctioneer
and ask the questions? Nobody has
to answer anything he doesn’t
choose.”
Bessie Norcross stood up. My eyes
had become accustomed to the dim
interior, which, after the basement,
seemed fairly light. “Just one min
ute,” Bessie said. "Did you find
your bag, Judy? I want my door
key; not the one you gave me last
night, which sticks halfway. I’m
planning on a nap after lunch and I
intend to lock myself in.”
I’d been sure the key I’d swiped
from the artist’s door really could
lock Bessie’s. Now, somewhat flus
tered, I said: "I’ll get your key.
Miss Norcross. Don’t worry.”
Albion Potter leaned forward from
a pew behind where we were sitting
in the church and exclaimed in my
ear: “That reminds me! I haven’t
a key to my room, Miss Judy. If—
if you could trouble your uncle to
find me one. I’d appreciate it, un
der the circumstances.”
“I’ll see to it." Anyway, I could
supply his. But where the dickens
was my bag?
We all settled down on the edge
of our pews.
“I’ve got some work to do on my
sermon,” the minister said. “Will
this take long, Mr. Quade?”
“You needn’t stay at all,” Victor
said. 'Til begin with you, then, sir.
You did bid at the auction?”
“Certainly, I bid. Didn’t every
body?” The Rev. Jonas De Witt had
a powerful physique to match his
voice. Now he stood up, a portly,
middle-aged enigma, and held up his
hands. I hoped he wasn’t going to
offer up a prayer.
"My friends, now that we are
gathered together in this house of
God,” he began ministerially . . .
“House of the devil would be more
like it!” muttered the invalid, wheel
ing up closer.
De Witt paid no attention to him.
“Let us help Mr. Quade all we can.
I bid twice, I think.” He threw back
his head with a pulpit gesture, fold
ing his hands behind him, and start
ed to pace in front of the pews.
“And why did you want to own
this tumble-down old—”
“Not tumble-down, my friend.
This church will stand another hun
dred years. The Quakers built for
service. Why? Because I was ex
change pastor here one happy sum
mer—the happiest time of my life
years ago. Before my trouble over
the funds I was accused of taking,
but did not take. Later, after I'd
been disgraced and put out of my
church, I was exonerated and re
instated. All in the records in New
York City. Nothing whatever to do
with this.”
He sighed heavily, one huge paw
grasping a dusty pew post. “One
would be pretty certain to speak the
truth in the house of God. Nothing
can be concealed from the Almighty,
who sees all, hears all, knows all.”
"That’s the three monkeys,” tit
tered Lily Kendall. Lily didn’t mean
to be irreverent. I’m sure. She
was just impatient and nervous.
When you know something impor
tant to tell in the midst of murder
and have to listen to a lot of ex
traneous stuff you nearly burst. I
know, because I was bursting my
self to find out who'd sent me the
money and made a monkey out of
me.
“I bid in for purely sentimental
reasons—a memory connected with
my young wfTe, now gone.” his voice
faltered and he sat down—"for
ever.”
There it was again—purely senti
mental reasons! Would Victor grab
that clue and go for them? He would
not. Instead he made them admit
what we already knew, that they’d
ill wanted that church and had bid
for it at the auction. But they were
•agey. If any of them had come
to the Head purposely to be present
at the auction—the way Roddy an
nounced he had that fatal night—
they were mighty quiet about it now.
Hugh Norcross tried to buy the
•hurch for Bessie "My sister
needs something to occupy her
mind,” he said. ‘‘We found that the
Head was still a pleasant place to
come to,” he went on hesitantly, one
eye on his keeper. "Her nervous
ness was so much better, for one
thing. The auction was fun, and
here ivas a ready-made chance to
get the makings of a gifte shoppe
cheap."
‘‘I remember you said the old
dump would make a good bonfire,”
Thaddeus Quincy chirped. ‘‘Didn’t
burn up the wrong building by mis
take, did you, Norcross? Judy and
I saw you scouting around last night,
remember.”
“Stop it, Quincy!” Victor said
sharply. Hugh had risen. “Sit
down, Norcross. Perfectly under
standable. You wanted to allay any
fears that you were anxious to
get—"
“What the devil are you insinuat
ing?"
“Nothing. Just that you thought
you’d get it cheaper—the gifte
shoppe for your sister—if the others
didn’t see you were anxious.”
“That’s right, Hughie. Just what
you told/ me, remember?” Bessie
backed Victor.
“I kind of hoped I could get it for
a studio,” the artist spoke up. “But
I couldn’t go above the Gerrys. Hun
dred and fifty, didn’t they bid, Ju
dy?”
I said I thought so.
“And you. Miss Kendall?”
“Me? Oh, uh, I didn’t really want
the old thing. Bid for the fun of it.
Thought it would go cheap and 1
i
"I’m afraid to go down there again
by myself.”
could watch the sunsets and play 1
was on a ship without gettin’ sea
sick. I hate boats. But I didn't
really consider buying it. Of course,
if it went for a bargain—never could
resist a bargain. Thought maybe
my little niece, Gloria Lovelace,
might like—”
“Gloria Lovelace,” the movie
star!” scoffed Bessie. “What would
she do with a church?"
“Mighty sweet reformers,” Lily
said, proudly. "New publicity an
gle. Remember me tellin’ you 1
have a lovely picture of her 1 want
ed you to see? Remind me to show
it when we get back. Gloria’s my
favorite niece, and a sweeter, love
lier little darl—”
“I’m sure she is,” Victor inter
rupted. “You must show us that
picture by and by. But right now I
want to ask you to listen carefully,
please. Mr. De Witt had seritimen
tal reasons. Potter wanted a studio.
Miss Kendall, a sea place to watch
sunsets. The Gerrys’, a bungalow.
The Norcrosses, a gifte shoppe And
you, Mr. Quincy?”
"Oh, I was there—in the door
way. Called in a bid, but stopped
when I saw Judy Jason was deter
mined to get the church. Didn't
want to bid down Judy."
“That was kind of you, Quincy.
Was it because you knew she'd buy
it, anyway, for you?”
“For me?" Mr. Q. appeared to be
nonplused “See here, Quade, why
should a cripple like me want an
ark like this? 1 can see the sunsets
from the inn or the rocks.”
“Explain yourself, Quade,” cried
several voices.
A man was entering the church
We all looked around to see Uncle
Wylie, who slunk into one of the
rear pews.
“Just covered it up with some
good tarpaulin,” he said. "Havin’ a
prayer meetin' or another auction?”
We all shuddered, recalling the
poor, charred body under its rough
cover. My aunt wanted me, I was
informed, but I didn’t budge.
"This isn't an auction or meeting,
either,” the minister said. “Mr.
Quade seems to think our bidding
had something to do with the mys
terious bridge bombings and—and
the dead man down there. I believe,
at last, the papers can describe ev
erything that’s happened to the dis
eased brain of a maniac—and it’ll
be the truth.”
Victor shook his head. "No mani
ac wrote the letter to Judy, I be- I
lieve the person w'ho wrote her that
strange request is back of all this.
Tell them, Judy, as you recall the
contents, about the mysterious let
ter asking you to buy the Quaker
church.”
I did. I’m sure I knew it practical
ly word for word. They made me
repeat it all over again. They ap
peared entirely surprised.
“And sent you the money!” Lily
piped. "How much, dearie?”
But before I could say anything
Victor retorted: "Enough, so that
she bought the church, as you all
know. Had some over. Quite
sum.”
"If we could see that letter—”
Hugh began.
Did he know it had been destroyed,
that he dared ask for it?
"Yes, the letter, though I don’t
see what that’s got to do with killin'
Roddy Lane. You keep the rest of
that kale, honey,” Lily ordered,
catching her long string of tiny
mixed beads on Albion Potter’s coat
button as she leaned across him
and breaking it, as usual, in the
undoing.
“She’s going to.’’ Victor cut in
quickly. “Put it away with the let
ter, didn’t you, Judy? The police
will want to examine both of them.’’
Victor was pretending the mys
tery letter was still safely concealed
in my bureau drawer. He didn’t
want them to know I'd discovered it
was gone. But the person who’d
taken it would know. I had to say
something.
“Near together,’’ I said. “I—I put
the money in my stocking at first,
but after what's happened I wish—
oh, I wish I could give it back. If
one of you wanted me to do you the
favor of buying the church, for good
ness’ sake say so. Come out and
admit it, so we won’t connect it up
with all these horrors.”
Nobody stirred. After a moment,
Uncle Wylie asked in a strangled
voice, “Judy, does Nella know about
this?”
“No,” I answered. “But she’s dy
ing to find out. She couldn’t under
stand how I had $300 to plank down
at an auction when she had to ad
vance me my fare to the Head, and
I don’t blame her. I wanted to tell
her, only the letter impressed si
lence upon me."
“So you put the money—with the
letter?”
“Well, it’s in the other—” I
stopped. He couldn’t want me to
tell them exactly where it was, of
course. Just to hint to the thief
who’d swiped the letter that he’d
overlooked the money, and that I’d
overlooked his taking the letter.
"Wherever you mean,” Victor
added pointedly, “I hope it’s in a
safe place. If the police can identi
fy those bills it will help.”
Lily whispered: "Tell him, Judy,
and the police won’t never see ’em.
I think he sent the letter himself.
So there!”
Uncle Wylie hurried out of the
door, without a word to anybody.
The rest of us were all talking at
once. They asked me so many ques
tions I was afraid I’d mix up Vic
tor’s plans and I did so desperate
ly want to help him.
He saw the position I was in and
drew me aside as the group broke
up and started outdoors again.
“Any place 1 could watch your
bedroom door, Judy?”
“There’s the storeroom.”
"Fat chance, anyway. Don’t think
he’ll fall for the trap. Those bills
weren't from all over the United
States by chance and without se
quence.”
"Another thing. Lily Kendall did
bid a lot. She was in almost at the
finish. She's got it in for—” But
I didn't have a chance to tell him
what she’d hinted about the Pirate’s
Mouth just then, for the minister
boomed, linking his arm with Vic
tor's and dragging him out of the
church: "Well, back I go to the inn.
Got to get that sermon done some
time. And after the police come—”
I pounced on Victor as he disen
gaged himself. "Please, Mr Quade.
I’ve got to find my bag That con
founded key is in it.”
"Well, I’ll be trotting along after
the others," De Witt said.
“Where did you leave it?’’ Victor
sounded impatient. "I think it’s im
portant, just now, to see who makes
a dive for your room. I'd hoped—
that storeroom—”
"But it's in the basement. Only
take a minute. I'm—I'm afraid to
go down there again by myself."
“Oh, all right Only let's hurry
You're sure you left it there?”
I was sure. But I was extremely
doubtful if it was there now. 1
told Victor how I’d left it near the
chest when I tried to fiddle open
the lock.
He told me to stay on the stair
and let him hunt around Certainly
the bag wasn't in sight He opened
the chest, looked behind it, and then
into a rickety closet, where a few old
hymn books were piled on some
shelves. Nothing doing.
I knew he was impatient about the
old key, and so was I. “Never
mind. It'll turn up.”
"How does it happen the $500
wasn’t in it if you left it r.ght after
the auction?” he asked.
“Because 1 took it out after the j
sale. Right down here, too. Put it
in my—my hose. I never make a
practice,” I said with some hauteur,
“of carrying large sums in my hand
bag. A sneak thief—good heavens'
What was that?”
(TO IU CONTIM El)i
Eggs by the Pound
Instead of by Dozen
Trend Favors Both
Buyer and Seller
A trend toward selling eggs by
the pound instead of by the dozen
is becoming evident in some sec
tions of the country, and this is prof
itable both to the producer and the
consumer, in the opinion of Myrtle
Murray, home industries specialist
of the Texas A. and M. college ex
tension service.
Under present marketing
practices, the consumer pays as
much per dozen for extremely
small eggs as for standard eggs
which weigh two ounces each,
or a pound and a half per doz
en. Likewise, Miss Murray ex
plains, the producer who mar
kets standard size eggs or larg
er receives no price advantages
for a better product.
Until the public and the trade ac
cept the change from the dozen to
pound basis, producers will have to
obtain their premiums by offering
high quality clean, infertile eggs
correctly prepared for marketing.
An Indiana farmer hitches up his
team of mules. There's plenty of use
for a team these days.
This means that eggs should be
gathered at least twice a day and
kept in a clean wire basket un
til they are cool and ready for pack
ing. They should then be graded
as to size, putting the uniformly
small eggs, the medium (24 ounces
to the dozen) and large ones ih
separate containers. They should
also be candled, and sort out the
defective eggs.
Eggs should always be packed
with the pointed end down. If pack
ing materials have been used pre
viously, care should be taken to
see that they are clean. Avoid wrap
ping eggs in newspapers.
Miss Murray recommends
that eggs be marketed at least
twice a week so that consumers
can be assured of fresh produce.
Agriculture
in
Industry
By FLORENCE C. WEED
Rabbits
California is the leader in rabbit
production although no complete fig
ures for the nation are available. It
i is known that in the Los Angeles
, trade area, 1,600.000 pounds of rab
: bit meat have been sold in one year.
The U. S. Rabbit Experiment sta
tion is located at Fontana, Calif.,
where studies are being made in
breeding, fur and wool production
and marketing. Rabbit raising has
thrived in the West because the
mild climate permits open air
hutches.
Most of the Income is made by
selling rabbits for meat. This
compares favorably with other
meats in protein. It has less
fat and costs less per pound than
expensive cuts of beef and lamb.
This country has imported an
average of nearly 91,000,000 pounds
of dressed rabbit pelts and it would
seem that there might be a bright
outlook for selling furs and pelts.
Efficiency studies show, however,
that meat is the more dependable
outlet. Because of the cost of stock,
it requires more money to raise
rabbits than poultry.
California raises more Angora
rabbits than any other state.
Much rabbit wool is imported and
some California people have ob
tained a better price per pound
for wool when it was spun into
yarn at home and then sold to
department stores.
Minerals for Hogs
Feed proper minerals to hogs at
all times. Market hogs make cheap
er gains, brood sows raise more
thrifty pigs, and healthier hogs are
produced when minerals are used.
By using a protein supplement, such
as a mixture of equal parts of cot
tonseed, peanut, or soybean oil meal
with tankage, or shrimp meal, farm
ers can grow out their pigs and fat
ten their hogs with about half as
much corn or sweet potatoes as
when these feeds are used alone.
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8333
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* years. Size 2 dress and rompers to
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slip and panties 1% yards.
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ORIGHTEN the domestic scene
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George was the most bashful
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going courting.
After spending over an hour get
ting ready, he set out.
In half an hour he returned,
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“You’re back soon,” said his
mother. “How did you get on?”
“All right,” replied George,
with a grin.
“Did you see her?”
“I sure did,” said George, still
grinning. “And if I hadn’t ducked
down quick behind the hedge,
she’d have seen me, too, maybe!”
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