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— L ^ Have a Two-Piecer! V/'ES, have a two-piecer in your * wardrobe — the top may be checked wool, the skirt a solid col or—or it may all match. Here’s one of gay spirit which is good for work or play. • • • Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1877 la de signed (or sizes 10. 12, 14, 16, 18 and 20 Corresponding bust measurements 28. 30 12, 34, 38 and 38. Size 12 (30), with % sleeves, requires 41a yards 3!)-lnch ma terial. Send your order to: SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 530 South Wells St. Chicago Enclose 20 cents In coins for each pattern desired. Pattern No.Size. Name .... Address . What is the most welcome gift you can send to a man in the service? Well, surveys among service men themselves show that one of the favorite packages from home are cigarettes. An<J first choice among men in all the serv ices is Camel, based on the actual sales records in Post Exchanges and Canteens. Though there are now Post Office restrictions on packages to overseas Army men, you can still send Camels to sol diers in the U. S., and to Sailors, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen wherever they are.—Adv. " """ ■v Tou breath* freer al most Instantly as lust 2 drops Penetro Nose V Drops open your cold clogged nose to give your head cold air. Caution: Use only as directed. 25c, 2'4 times as much for 60c. Get ^I*enetroNoseDrop^ Marked for British Navy In Maples, Maine, is a small grove of stately pine trees, some of which still show a faint “broad arrow” marking that was used in pre-revolutionary days by the roy al navy to indicate that these trees were to be reserved for masts of ships in his majesty's fleet. SNAPPY FACTS ABOUT RUBBER -11 i rr • • The war and the crude rubber shortage have given empha sis to synthetic rubber, but for more than 70 years prominent chemists in Europe, Russia and the United States have been worhteg on the development ol this substitute for natural rubber. One tapper con collect about six gallons of latex from a morning's tapping on a rubber plantation. This yields about 20 pounds of rubber. The first scientific or commer cial interest taken in rubber was evidenced in 1743, when Charles Marie de la Conda mine made a report on this substance to the Paris Acad emy of Sciences. I p BLACK SOMBRERO ^CLIFFORD KNIGHT 1 Elsa Cbatfield, Hollywood artist. Is dis inherited by her Aunt Kitty, who died from an overdose of morphine. Hunt Rogers and Barry Madison go to Mazat lan, Mexico, to solve what they believe to be Kitty Chatfield’s murder. On ar rival they find that Elsa's party had pre ceded them by plane. During a fiesta at the ranch of Elsa’s father, Sam Chat field, James Chesebro Is murdered. Lom bardo, chief of Mexican police, ques tions Pedro, the pulque man, who Is required to Identify the slayer. Pedro, star witness, escapes during re-enact ment of the murder. Search for him Is made in the mountain country. Lom bardo arrests Reed narton ou suspicion of murdering Chesebro. CHAPTER XII “Buenos dias, senores," he said in Spanish, including the guard in his greeting. The latter saluted. Sam Chatfleld reached an Impulsive arm through the bars to shake hapds with Reed. “I'm sorry. Barton," he said in English. “I came as soon as I heard the news. Drove in at once. There must be some mistake—unless you’ve confessed that you did it?" Reed Barton grinned. “Hardly that, Mr. Chatfleld. I didn’t kill Chesebro.” “That’s good. Have they treated you all right?” “Very well, indeed; no com plaint.” “I rather think there'il be no cause for complaint, Barton. I’ll use my influence, of course. Berta and I have powerful friends, and we’ll see that you are comfortable so long as you are here. Which I hope will not be long.” “Thank you, Mr. Chatfleld. That’s very kind of you.” Sam Chatfleld thrust his short arm again through the bars and took Reed’s hand in a vigorous grip. Rogers and I likewise shook hands with the prisoner, and with assurance that we would stand by him, we took our departure together with Sam Chatfleld. On the sidewalk outside, however, we separated after a brief ex change. Hunt and I went aboard the Ori zaba to discover that Dwight and Margaret were absent in the launch; the suiling master pointed it out to us well up in the Estero del Astillero, but headed back in our direction. It came eventually along side, and Margaret and Dwight climbed up the ladder to the deck. “No luck!” said Margaret weari ly, look ng up to espy the two of us leaning over the rail. "Dwight’s lit tle playmate ran away from us." “I’ll say he ran away from us. No strike; no sign; no anything. Saw him break water Just once. This is no place, of course, to go Ashing for marlin. I guess that particular one wandered into the bay by mis take.” ne stepped upon tne decK and leaned his rod against the rail. It was Margaret who detected some thing unusual in our manner. “What’s happened?” she demand ed. Dwight looked sharply at uk at her question as if to discover the reason for it. “Any new development — about last night?” he inquired. “Rather an awkward development —for Reed Barton,” Rogers replied, rubbing the side of his large nose with a forefinger. “What? Tell us." “Reed’s in jail, charged with the murder of Chescbro.” Rogers hastened to explain why Reed Barton was in jail, giving them an account of our search for Pedro, the pulque seller, and our visit to Lombardo. "Oh, I’m so sorry!" exclaimed Margaret wrhen he was done. “That’s bad luck. I wonder what Elsa thinks about it.” “1 don’t know whether she knows It or not," I said. “Sam Chatfleld didn’t say. when we were talking with him.” “We’ll find out, of course, when Elsa comes on board this after noon," said Margaret. “We’re real ly going fishing tomorrow, you know—” A hail from the water drew us to the ladder, and Margaret, who was closest, waved both arms in wel come. and called out excitedly: “Oh. hello! So glad you cauld come. But—why didn't we send the launch for you? Why, we could just as well as not. I’m sorry.” Greetings from several voices be low responded, and, looking over the rail, I discovered a boat contain ing Berta and Elsa, and on the seat behind them Sam Chatfleld and George Rumble, the latter wearing his black sombrero with its silver trimming which glittered in the aft ernoon sun. “It’s Reed, of course,” Elsa said dispiritedly in answer to my com ment as I gave her a hand at the top of the ladder. “We’ll have him out in no time,” I comforted her. "That’s what Papa says too, but I’m afraid, Barry.” To what lengths of extravagant promise I might have gone at that moment I’ll never know, for with a sudden, bewildering sound of break ing water, a huge silvery dark fish leaped from the bay not fifty feet from the Orizaba’s sleek sides, soared almost even with the rail in its mighty leap and fell back with a resounding crash. I could hear the ■lap of his gills, so close was he; almost, I fancied, I could smell him. "Come on, you fishermen!” shout ed Dwight, making for the ladder. The rowboat had sheered off, its native owner rowing as if for his life, and those of us now intent upon the pursuit poured into the launch, across which the occupants of the rowboat but a few moments before had had to clamber to reach the Orizaba’s ladder. The launch had been rigged for swordfishing. Two leather-cushioned swivel chairs were mounted side by side in the stem of the boat. There were seats behind these for those not engaged in trying for marlin, or who were content to fish over the side. Sam Chatfleld had climbed Into the seat beside Dwight. He was endeavoring to disengage a rod rigged with heavy tackle which lay alongside on the floor. I helped him with it. George Rumble sat be side me, his huge black sombrero crushed down upon his round skull, so that it would clear the awning overhead. Dwight glanced up, his outfit ready, and for the first time looked about to see who had come along with nim. He recognized Sam Chat "Look here, I’m not so keen on visiting that guy down at the Jail." field at his side and smiled, then be came solicitous of his welfare. "Are you comfortable, Sam?” he asked. "Oh, yes; quite." Dwight half rose. "Take this seat, Sam. I think it is the better of the two." "No, thank you, Dwight. I prefer this side. As a matter of fact, I'm going to ask you now if I may sit here tomorrow on our little jaunt up the coast.” “You certainly may, Sam. Taka whichever side is most convenient for you.” Humble removed his huge black sombrero to let the breeze cool his head; his dark oily hair lay close to his round skull. He dropped the hat at our feet where it lay beside a small wrench. Rumble eyed the latter for a moment, then picked it up and turned it thoughtfully about in his hands. Sam Chatfleld finished baiting the huge number twelve hook at the end of its steel wire leader, took a firm grasp on his rod and made a cast, sinking back into his chair, which creaked under the strain. My gaze for the moment was on George Rumble; there was an odd look in his eyes. He was not inter ested in the cast; his attention seemed to center upon the straining swivel mechanism underneath Sam Chatfleld's seat. His gaze came back to the wrench in his hands. He turned it about, then of a sudden dropped it beside his sombrero as if the metal had suddenly become hot. Looking back on that evening ashore in Mazatlan, I now can see how freighted it was with tragedy, but it began and ended, apparently, as only a gay adventure. Berta and Margaret remained on board the Orizaba; Elsa, George Rumble and I went ashore together in the launch. Dwight, Rogers and Sam Chatfield had not been ready to go with us, and the launch returned for them. Elsa had only one purpose, and that to go to the jail to see Reed Barton. She kept pushing us along until finally Rumble halted at a street corner and said, “Lock here, I'm not so keen on visiting that guy down at the jail.” “You don't have to go if you don’t want to,” Elsa retorted. “That guy probably isn’t interested in seeing you, either.” “That settles it sweetheart,” Rumble replied in his husky voice. "Nothing like speaking your mind. I’ll see you later.” “Where?” demanded Elsa. "How do I know? I'm going to the hotel and get my things together. Margaret’s orders. See you on the boat, anyhow, If not before.” Rumble stood on th^1 street cor ner, a curious figure in a yet more curious throng of native life. "Goodby,” said Elsa. "Goodby, sweetheart.” The jail, standing in all its medi ocrity close by the church, its scal ing, cracked, pseudo-Gothic exterior softened now by the night’s warm shadows, seemed less an eyesore than in the hard light of the sun. "Elsa,” I began, halting on the steps, "perhaps I'd better take you over to the hotel, and I’ll call on Reed myself—” "Don't be silly," she said, advanc ing through the doorway with such ! precipitate energy that the splen did creature preening his mustaches leaped nimbly to one side to avoid j being run down. But there was no Reed Barton in the Jail. Elsa did not at first com prehend the information which was offered in response to our inquiry, and neither did I. "Por que no?” she demanded in Spanish of the Jail guard. "El hombre no esta aqui,” the man replied. “No se por que no.” “I hope they haven’t taken him out and shot him,” Elsa said, turn ing to me, an odd light in her gray eyes, which were now round with apprehension. "They do things like that.” “Forget it,” I said. “Your fa ther’s influence probably got him out. Donde esta el hombre?” I in quired of the guard who in reply merely shrugged his shoulders, in dicating that he haa no idea where Reed was to be found. We made our way to the plaza where I hoped the old, old Mexican custom once more was being ex hibited. But when we arrived only a handful of youthful Caballeros en circled the kiosk, and a smaller number of senoritas were moving slowly, leisurely in the opposite di rection. One Caballero, bolder than the rest, halted before his favorite and with a bow presented her with a flower. Round and round they went, while the band played the arias of "La Boheme.” Motor cars were parked at the curb, a haven of parental refuge for any senorita who grew weary. “I’ve seen this before," said Elsa after we had watched it for some moments. "I never realized until now, though, but I’ve been doing this same thing for years. Every girl has. Parading myself, my body, my soul, all that makes up the piti ful little me, hoping for the approval of some gay Caballero.” “Your gay caballero stands on your right against the trunk of that tree.” “Where?" Her head jerked sharp ly in the direction I indicated. Heed Barton stood leaning lightly, easily, against the tree as he gazed at the scene in the plaza. He pulled his watch from his pocket and looked at it, unmindful that we were near by. Elsa left me instantly and flew to greet him, and I walked over more sedately to congratulate him on his release. “Elsa had visions of your being stood against a wall at dawn and dying romantically to the rattle of musketry," I said. “Really?" He grinned, pocketing his watch. “Don’t mind what he says,” Elsa implored him. . “But how did it happen, Reed?” I asked. “It was just one of those things,” he said. “They came and opened the door to the cage and said to the bird within, ‘Fly away, my sweet,’ and I flew away to freedom.” “As simple as that?” said Elsa with a sarcastic note in her voice. “What I think happened was that they discovered I was not just a peon who could be thrown into jail and forgotten. Perhaps your father helped, Elsa; perhaps the consul had something to do with it. Any way, it’s nice to be out. Neither your father will accept my thanks, nor the consul; ’twas a mere noth ing. Glad to do it, and all that. Saw your father down the street a while ago, Elsa.” “He was coming ashore—Oh— you’re going with us tomorrow.” “Where and what?” “Fishing. You’ll have to come aboard tonight with your things; we’re leaving early. And now—” She halted, a wistful look in her level gray eyes. “Isn’t there a dance going on somewhere tonight, Reed? Can't we dance and be romantic?” “Oh, sure. There’s a dance at the hotel tonight. Come along and observe the flower of Mexican youth. You’ll see something! These little kids here in the plaza with their hand-me-downs and New York mod els are a bit tawdry. The newer youth of Mexico is elsewhere. Com ing, Barry?” "Of course not!” Later I looked in upon the dan. - ers. Reed Barton was right; the flower of Mazatlan was present. Youth, in any land, of course, is synonymous with beauty, but here it was t<^ be found in extraordinary measure. I looked on for a while entranced, then wandered away. There was a crowd in the bar, and I stood for a while drinking the excellent beer. I wondered where Rogers was, where he had gone, and presently he came in and joined me. (TO BE CONTINUED) _ Christmas Phrases From Many Lands People of other countries say "Santa Claus” as follows: China, Shun Dan Lao Ren; Germany, Sankt Nicholaus; Switzerland says it in four languages: Sankt Niklaus (German); Samichlaus or Schmutzli (Swiss German); Saint Nicolas (French), Besana (Ital ian) ; but the person supposed to bring gifts to children on Christ mas Eve is called Chrischtchind li in the German speaking part of Switzerland, Pere Noel in the western or French part and Besa na in the southern of Italian part. The Netherlands, Sint Nicolaas, or in children’s rhymes, Sinter klaas. Sweden, Jultomte. The Irish equivalent is Naomh Nio clas, but this phrase is never used; instead they say Father Christ mas. Romania, Mos Craciun (Old Man Christmas). French speak ing Belgians say St. Nicolas, and Flemish speaking Belgians call him St. Niklaas. Albania, Shen Kolli; Poland, the Star Man or Gwiazdor; Finland, Joulupukki. (Joulu meaning Christmas and pukki meaning buck). Santa Claus is unknown in Spain, the children receiving gifts on January 6 when the Three Wise Men, Melchior, Baltazar and Gas par, are supposed to bring them. Christmas in Portugal is princi pally of a religious character, the correspondent to Santa Claus be ing Menino Jesus (the Christ Child). Santa Claus is unknown in Greece, where Christmas is a religious festival and gifts are ex changed on January 1, St. Basil’s day. Simplicity Motif Of Holiday Table Let simplicity be the keynote of your table decorations during the holiday season. Food and fine fel lowship are complete without yards of dazzling tinsel and impressive dis plays to center the table. Warmth should be reflected by the colors of the centerpiece. Polished apples, sprays of evergreen from the tree in the front yard, fruit cake with sprigs of red holly, and greet ings written with pomegranate seeds on a mirror spell out the Christmas message. Evergreen Corsages. Individual evergreen corsages on top of the napkin at each place are economical and attractive. Select sprays of evergreen which are about four inches long and fasten a cluster of bittersweet or cranberries to the center with a fine wire. Cover the wire with a small red ribbon and tie a bow on the front of the corsage Bind the bottom of the stem with clear, sticky cellophane to keep any of the natural sap of the branch from seeping out. Equip each cor sage with a small pin. Center the table with a group of four corsages on a mirror. Place the stem ends at the center as the base for one broad Christmas can dle. The mirror will reflect the bright colors and will catch the drip ping wax from the candle. Fruit Wreath. A fruit Christmas wreath on a polished chop plate is made of green grapes instead of the holly and dot ted with clusters of red cranberries rather than holly berries. The wreath is finished with a large red brw. Wash a bunch of light green grapes in warm water and break tnem into clusters about two inches in diam eter. Remove any spotted »r dried grapes from the bunches. Arrange in a circle on a large wooden plat ter, with the fruit overlapping to make an even wreath. Cut fine wire or white, wiry pipe cleaners into two-inch lengths with the kitchen scissors. Place a bright cranberry on the end of each piece of wire. Twist three or four of the cranberry-tipped wires together to form a cluster of berries. Tuck the ends of the wire deep into the grape wreath. December Poetry Why Do Bells for Christinas Ring? Why do bells for Christmas ring? Why do little children sing? Once a lovely, shining star Seen by shepherds from afar, Gently moved until its light Made a manger’s cradle bright. There a darling baby lay Pillowed soft upon the hay; And its mother sang and smiled, “This is Christ, the holy child.” ♦ Therefore bells for Christmas ring, Therefore little children sing. —Eugene Field. Singing Christmas Carols The old custom of singing carols in the streets was revived in 1917. In 1918 30 cities co-operated. It is expected that carols will be sung this Christmas eve on the streets, in the parks, as well as in the churches, schools and public institutions of communities. Feast in Honor of Christ The very first evidence of a feast having been held in honor of the birth of Christ was in Egypt, about the year 200. Submarine Crews Now Identify All Fish Sounds Seamen who operate the listen ing devices cm our submarines have in the past frequently mis taken the purring and drumming noises made by some kinds of fish for those of the propellers of an approaching vessel. 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