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ON THB (HOME front; RUTH^YtTHJftARS 'TpHEHE is b knack about select ing the right thing from the assortment of junk in Mother’s at tic or a second hand furniture store. Here is a rocker not at all quaint but just awkward to have around. What you need is a chair that will push against the wall; that may be used at a desk or for a place of honor at the head of REMOVE ROCKERS. AND ADD CASTERS FOR HEIGHT PAINT CHAIR ANO MAKE HARMONIZING CHINTZ CUSHION AND BACK COVER-) 1 OLD ROCKER BEFORE REMODELING the table. The chair you want is there in that old rocker. You must see it in your mind’s eye. Off come the rockers and on go a set of casters and a seat cushion to make it the right height. That will make it useful but still no beauty. A remnant of flowered chintz will cover the cushion and the objectionable part of the carved back. Paint to match the soft blue background of the chintz will bring the whole thing together and soften too prominent curves. T.Tie cherry red in the chintz may be matched in welting for the edges of the chair back and cush ion covers. • • • NOTE—This sketch Is from BOOK S In the scries of booklets prepared for read ers. BOOK S also contains more than 30 other Ideas for transforming old furniture and making fascinating things from odds and ends on hand. To get a copy send IS cents with your order to: MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS Bedford Mills New York Drawer 10 Enclose IS cents for Book No. S. Name ...... Address . I fSt-Joseph aspirin Gas on Stomach MM In S Mutts or double money bock Whan tteem stomach add cause* painful, suffocat ing gaa, aour stomach ami heartburn, doctors usually praacHba tha fastoat acting medicines known for motmstle ratkf — medicines like those In Hall * an* TaMata. 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Insist on gen i wins ALL-BRAN, made only by Kellogg’s in Battle Creek. BLACK SOMBRERO CLIFFORD KNIGHT ■"» ..VvV« Margaret Nichols owned some property In joint tenancy with Kitty Chatfletd. When Kitty died it meant 1200.000 to her. She explains the situation to her friend, Barry, an amateur detective. Elsa Chat field had been disinherited at her Aunt Kitty’s death, but Is glad to be free of the restrictions Imposed by her relative. Huntoon Rogers, a detective, asks what Aunt Kitty died of, and is told an over dose of morphine, although the police hold the opinion that It was suicide. Bar ry arranges to go with Dwight and Mar garet Nichols on a cruise to Mazatlan, Mexico, where Aunt Kitty’s brother, Sam Chatfleld, owns a rancho. On the yacht Orizaba he meets James Chesebro and George Rumble. CHAPTER IV "Oh, here you are,” she said, an indefinable note of happiness in her voice. "Hello, everybody." She paused in the doorway, this lady with the almost golden hair and the levelest of gray eyes. It was impossible not to contrast this new, this mid-April Elsa with the Elsa of the preceding autumn. On lhat memorable night when I had driven her to town in her work ing girl suit and carrying an over night bag With Just pajamas, be cause she had to have something, she had been like a high-strung, nervous colt at the barrier. Tonight a calm almost philosophic in its as pect had come upon her. No long er was the race so hot, the urge to be off so compelling. I realized, of course, that she experienced a sense of arrival. The notoriety of her car icatures had sobered her. “Now, good-bye, Barry,” she said, holding out her hand. “And a de lightful trip in the Orizaba with Dwight and Margaret.” “Good-bye, Elsa. I’m sorry you’re not joining us.” “I am too; but there is this work I can’t put off. Please give my love to Papa and Berta; you’ll see them at Mazatlan, of course " Huntoon Rogers and I walked back together to the yacht; Dwight and Margaret had gone on ahead. The last guest had departed and we sailed in half an hour. “You’ve never been able to get anything out of her about the baby, and what she knows about the mur der of her Aunt Kitty?” “No-o,” I said hesitantly. “Look here, Rogers—’’ “Yes, I know," he cut me off. “I’m aware that you’ve been work ing quietly on certain angles of the case—” “I must be a hell of a detective,” I said in disgust. “First Elsa ac cuses me of snooping, and now you." “It’s a very peculiar case," he ob served thoughtfully. “Nothing is ob vious in it. Officially it is tagged suicide. It ends there. There's noth ing to go on but the nose of one fellow in Pasadena, the chap who smelled chloroform. He has really a remarkable sense of smell. I've tested him. He sticks to it that there was an odor of chloroform in the room. There was no evidence of it in the autopsy. Why chloroform when she died of morphine poison ing? There was no chloroform in the house, no empty bottles, nothing.” “You’re satisfied she was mur dered?” vji course. And I mean to help you get to the bottom of it.” We dropped anchor in the harbor at Mazatlan and the crew lowered the launch to the sparkling water of the bay where it floated lightly from the end of its boom awaiting our pleasure. However, now that we had arrived, there was no hurry to go ashore; we were in that land of manana where time does not press and nothing demands doing immedi ately. Dwight had come to fish, but, as we reminded him, there was to morrow. Of Mexico’s many charms the one that most endears itself to me is that indifference to time; nothing needs doing now. At home, time rides me like the Old Man of the Sea; in Mexico I can relax. "Anybody going ashore now?” In quired Margaret briskly, coming up from her stateroom. ”Yes, I’m going,” responded Rog ers. I decided to join them. Two ragged boys in the idling crowd pushed forward as we started from the wharf up narrow, twisting streets. Enormous sombreros shad owed their dark faces in each of which gleamed a row of very white teeth. One carried a battered gui tar, the other a ukulele. Strum ming fingers began resolutely to play. When they had finished, Marga ret’s hand dived swiftly into her purse and she held out a coin to the older boy. The latter backed away, shaking his head; the other thrust his ukulele and his free hand be hind hinf? "Muchas gracias, senora,” said the boy with a sweeping bow, "pero no toinamos dinero.” (We don’t take money.) Margaret continued to hold out the coin, and the boys backed far ther away. There was a little ex pression of wonderment upon her face. I think, however, that of all the unexpected things, the things that have taken me most by surprise in Mexico, none has equaled the I sight which confronted us as we came out on the Street of the High Waves that morning of our first ex cursion ashore. Margaret saw It first, and stopped abruptly to stare as if she were seeing a ghost Rog ; ers had seen it too, and I found my eyes traveling with theirs to a fig ure standing on the sidewalk. It was the pink shirt, the indecent pink and white check shirt which had the lush color of a ripe water melon, that first claimed our atten tion. I noted the brown slacks. The incredible sports coat hung limply over one arm. An enormous black sombrero ornamented with silver topped the somewhat stocky figure, and loose, sandal-like guaraches covered his feet. “Barry, I'm seeing things,” said Margaret, aghast. She rubbed her eyes. “Do you see it too?” Before I could answer, Rogers re marked, "Has he but the one shirt, or do we see him only when it’s fresh back from the laundry?” At that moment the figure turned. Margaret exclaimed, "Why, Mr. Rumble!” “Hello, folks!” A wide grin ac companied the unmistakable husky voice. “Did Elsa come with you?” asked Rogers. “Sure, Hunt. Elsa and Chesebro and me. In his airplane. Chesebro piloted us down. We were setting around over there at Chesebro’s ranch in San Fernando Valley night before last when he gets a tele gram from down here saying he’s needed. Some sort of business about his mine. You know Elsa. ‘Take “Barry, I’m seeing things.” us with you, Jimmy!’ she hollered. 'Just for the ride.* 'Sure,' says Jim my. But I can see he don’t mean me when he says it. But you can't see me staying behind when my cli ent is going away. But I sure don’t know where I'm coming to, see? I go around to the newspaper office a while ago, and heck, they ain’t no body who speaks English there. How am I going to tell 'em who Elsa is when I don’t speak Spanish? We ain't going to get a line in the paper down here. Not a line." “Where’s Elsa now?” demanded Margaret. "She went somewhere last night with a little old guy she called Pop pa. She’d wired him we were com ing, see? But I get dumped off down at a hotel where they ain’t even.got stairways—’’ "Just a minute," said Margaret, breaking in. "Can you tell us where Elsa's father lives and how we can get out there?" “I don’t know, Mrs. Nichols. I ain’t seen the place, either. It was dark when I drove up to the hotel with the Cheese from the airport, and I didn't see which way Elsa and her poppa went. What do you think of my new clothes? I just bought some Mexican shoes and a hat to show these guys down here that us Gringos don't hold any grudges against the Mexicans. Was just starting out to have a look-see around the town when I run Into you folks.” As we stood talking a dispirited horse drawing one of those two wheeled carriages they call aranas drew near. It was shabby, the fringe that edged the top hung in shreds; the rubber tires were worn almost to the rims; the wheels wabbled, and the harness was partly of rope. The driver lolled in his seat indif ferent to his passenger, who, when she saw us, came suddenly to life. She reached across the driver to a small bulb horn on the whip socket and squeezed; the thing emitted a faint peep. She stirred it into frantic announcement of her arrival. And when the quaint equipage halted at our side, there was Elsa— Elsa as blonde and lovely and fresh and level gray of eye as ever. She smiled engagingly. "Buenos dias, senora y senores,” she greeted us. “Don’t do that, sweetheart.” chid ed Mr. Rumble. “I don’t savvy Mexican lingo.” “Hello," said Elsa, smiling broad ly. There was amusement in her eyes as she gazed at George Rum ble’s remarkable costume, then she leaped out and flung her arms around Margaret. She had a kiss for me and a warm handshake for Rogers. "I'm so glad,” she said. "And now, Margaret—and the rest of you too—Papa and Berta are ex pecting you all out to dinner tonight at the rancho. Jimmy and Reed are coming too, I think. If they get back from the mine in time.” At eight-thirty that night the huge studded doors of the old ranch house at the edge of town swung back to let Huntoon Rogers and me inside. The house was a relic of other more spacious days before time and revo lution had reduced the acreage of the rancho. The others of the party had preceded us, and we found them all gathered in a huge room filled with ancient black walnut furniture marvelously carved. Sam Chatfleld and Berta, whom we had met that February evening at the beach club, greeted us with enthusiasm. That night in California Berta had been restrained, confined by strange con ventions, unresponsive; this evening she was free of those, at home in her native land, and in the house where her family for several generations before her had lived. "Most welcome, senores,” she said with a marvelous smile and a small soft hand extended impulsive ly. "I am happy to have you with us.” Later that evening, Sam Chatfleld 3nid: "Hollywood? Yes, I enjoyed it the last time I was there, but I like this better. Berta is a child in some things, the same loves and hates of a .child, the quick resentments of in jury whether fancied or real.” He was speaking to Huntoon Rogers and me in the seclusion of a small book lined study which opened off the liv ing room. Berta was entertaining the others in the huge high-ceilinged living room. "You were In California at the time your sister died, were you not? At the funeral, I mean?” asked Rog ers casually. A remarkable change came over Sam Chatfleld's face, his whole man ner was transformed. From a se rene, quiet-spoken man of middle years, who talked calmly of the Mex ican life that surrounded him, he went to extremes of loquacity, lean ing forward in his chair, points of light glowing in the depths of his gray eyes—the same eyes that Elsa had. “Yes. Yes, we were there, Berta and I. We were there before the funeral, before Kitty died, in fact We were at the house that? night. Slept there, and next morning—she was found dead.” Rogers shook his head slowly. "It must have been a shock to you, sir,” he remarked. "Shock? Of course. It was very awkward, also. We were not sup posed to be stopping with my sis ter; we were registered at a hotel. In Pasadena.” xou say—awKwara: i "Yes, Mr. Rogers. My sister , would not recognize Berta, my wile. Imagine that! My sister with ideas like that! And Berta—you see around you, gentlemen, what Berta is used to from childhood. She was educated in Paris. She is not an in ferior, as my sister stubbornly chose to believe. It was that fact which made for the awkwardness. I kept it from her as long as I could— Kitty’s attitude toward her. On our yearly trips to Los Angeles since Berta and I were first married, Kit ty would send word that she was away, or that she was ill and could not see anyohe. Berta was puzzled; she did not understand. "But this last time—I mean the time Kitty died—I could no longer pretend to Berta, and so I tele phoned from the hotel after dinner. I said that we would be over to see her, to make a call. But after I hung up Berta said: ‘No. We take our luggage. We stay at least one night with your sister.* You see, she realized the situation in spite of my effort to keep it from her. She was determined to force the issue." Sam Chatfleld ceased talking and sat back in his chair. After more than a year the subject still agi tated him; his face was flushed un der its tan. "What happened?” Rogers prod ded gently. For a moment Sam Chatfleld held his silence. "You see. gentlemen, Elsa has told me about you—your interest in my sister’s death. I am being very frank with you; I hope I am helpful.’’ "I’m sure you would be,” said Rogers. “That’s why I say it was very awkward for me—and Berta. That’s why I hurried back to Mazatlan aft- j er the funeral. That last night of her life there was a very disgrace ful scene. My sister insulted Ber ta. And me.” “You didn’t go back to your ho tel?” "No. Berta—** He smiled now with amusement at the recollection. “Berta can be very stubborn, most attractively stubborn. She puts her little foot down and she said: 'No, ' Sam. We stay one night as her guest. But no more.’ She was an- j gry. You’ve not seen how angry a Mexican can get—especially Berta. Her brother, now dead, killed a man for less than what my sister said that night to Berta. (TO BE CONTINUED) Boom and Collapse in Farm Land Foreseen High Incomes, Boom Psychology Are Causes (Editorial From The Chicago Dally News) The boom in farm lands is under way, following almost precisely the pattern of the World War I boom that ran from 1914 to 1920 and col lapsed with disastrous repercus sions. Unless controls are set up to curb the boom, it may get out of hand at any moment, in the opinion of William G. Murray, professor of agricultural economics at Iowa State college, whose pamphlet, "Land Boom Controls,” has just been published by the Iowa State College Press. Three factors are responsible, ac cording to Professor Murray. They are: (1) the record-breaking in comes received by farmers since 1939; (2) interest rates and loan charges at an all-time low, making it easy to buy on credit; (3) a land boom psychology in which the same ' T t"1 t FA c r FARMERS REDUCE THEIR MORTGAGES ladi fyMM im MBm Mm 9* fan* urmn ML 1914 O0OGC ,918 00000 0€ ,920 ©0000 00OC ,939 O0000 ©0 ,943 00000 ©< Farmers have been paying off their mortgages with their Increased Incomes. Total mortgage debt oat standing Is now about six and one third billion dollars, while in 1939 It was about seven billions. farm may be sold several times dur ing the year, each time at an ad vanced price. A high percentage of sales are to absentee owners. This absentee owner feature might warrant the listing of a fourth rea son for the boom—a “fear” psychol ogy coexistent with the boom psy chology. Professor Murray notes that many of those who are buying land for investment are doing so as a hedge against inflation. To what extent this fear may figure in the national picture cannot be de termined; but certainly it is a con siderable factor in inducing many city folk to invest in farm lands as insurance against the evils of infla tion. Another motive is to buy a farm as a hedge against excessive income taxes. Surplus income that would otherwise be heavily taxed can be put into farm improvements or operations, and thereby escape taxation. These two aspects of hedging are sufficiently prevalent among non-farmer land buyers to warrant listing fear psychology as a fourth major factor in the rush to buy farm lands. To the extent that they exist, the fear motives might tend to lessen the purely speculative angle of the boom and to ameliorate its evils; but the danger of a runaway land boom cannot be overlooked. Farmers are urged to buy war bonds, or pay off their mortgages with their surplus income, not to purchase more land. Bonds are a sound investment, and they can be turned to cash readily when the war is over, thus providing liquid as-' sets at a time when farmers will have most need of them. The de pression that has followed every war in history always hits the farmers first and hardest. Vitamin D Doubles Hatchability of Eggs With the government demanding 57 billion eggs and 4 billion pounds of poultry meat this year, the in creased fertility and hatchability re ported by two New England poultry men is considered a valuable con tribution to the food-for-victory pro gram. These men attribute the de cided increases in the last few years by their older hens to use of high quality feed containing adequate amounts of "D”-activated animal sterol. “The hatchability of the eggs from these hens averaged only between 40 and 50 per cent at certain sea sons of the year,” reported the brothers. ‘Today 80 per cent hatch ability is not uncommon.” For more than two years the feed they used has been fortified with vitamin D, the all-important ingre dient that prevents rickets and pro motes health and growth of poultry. Egg-shell texture is also much im proved, they say. Support Price of $1.50 Set for Sweet Potatoes Announcement has been made by the War Food administration of a potato loan program which will in sure growers returns in accordance with the support prices announced prior to planting time. Support prices for cured sweet po- j tatoes marketed after January 1 have been set at a minimum of $1.50 per bushel for U. S. 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