These Dutch Motifs
Are Full of Meaning
1 the Pennsylvania Dutch
you may not be either. The early
Dutch artisans often used stencils
for the main part of a motif and
too or you may stencil the scrolls
and flourishes on chairs, chests
and gay gifts.
All of these quaint motifs are
symbolic. That is the Dove of
Peace that you see in the upper
left corner of the sketch. The
free-hand artists and
added a few flourishes to give a
free-hand effect. You may do that
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DESIGNS— -Ot
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tulip symbolizes Lily Time or the
.golden age of peace and plenty
premised the Dutch settlers in the
New World. The pomegranate bud
and fruit symbolized God’s boun
ty. The blade, the flower, the seed
and the heart of man were sym
bols used in decorating furniture,
pottery, glass and tin. “Hex”
signs were for luck and to keep
away evil.
• • •
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vania Dutch motifs with color guide and
directions. There Is a large design for
cupboard doors, designs for chairbacks.
dresser drawers and chests. Also borders
and small motifs for decorating bottles,
boxes. Jugs and tinware. These designs
may be used many times for gifts and
for bright touches tn every room tn the
house. Ask for Pattern 262 and enclose
19 cents. Address:
MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEAIIS
Bedford Hills New York
Drawer 10
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iTw CLIFFORD KNIGHT ..v»?«
Elsa ChatAcld, Hollywood artist, Is dis
inherited by her Aunt Kitty, who died
from an overdose of morphine. Hunt
Rogers and Barry Madison, sleuths, go
to Mazatlan, Mexico, to solve what they
believe to be Kitty Chatfleid’s murder.
On arriving they bnd that Elsa's party
had preceded them by plane. During a
fiesta at the ranch of Sam Chatdeld
(Elsa’s father) James Chesebro Is mur
dered. tombardo, Mexican police chief,
arrests Reed Barton, but he Is later re
leased. While Ashing for marlin, Sara
Cbatfleld has a strike. As he Is about to
land the Ash, his swivel chair gives way
and he topples out. The marlin's rapier
like sword drives through him and he
sank below the waves.
CHAPTER XIV
I saw the black, wicked point
emerge through the white shirt on
his back, and then instantly in one
mighty threshing of foaming water,
Sam Chatfleld, impaled upon the
cruel weapon, swordfish and all
sank below into the depths of the sea.
We stared horrified from the rock
ing launch at the spot where they
sank. For some moments huge bil
lowing masses of bubbles streaked
with blood came boiling up to the
surface. Finally even these ceased,
and the dancing, sparkling waters of
a blue sea held no sign of what had
happened.
itogers accompanied uwigm unu
Reed Barton that afternoon when
they went solemnly into the lounge
to break the news. The rest of us
were purposely occupied with get
ting the launch stowed on deck and
preparing to weigh anchor, for we
were, of course, returning immedi
ately to Mazatlan. Dwight came
out at last, followed by Rogers and
Reed Barton. The latter two Joined
me at the rail, while Dwight walked
slowly forward to the bridge.
"Berta took it very hard,” Rog
ers commented, as if making a re
quired report. "In fact, she went to
pieces. It was all that Margaret
and Elsa could do to quiet her. Mar
garet gave her a sleeping powder,
and she’ll probably soon be asleep.’*
We came abreast the harbor en
trance and into smoother going; the
yacht ceased to roll in the long
swells. Something was on Rogers’
mind. It was quite obvious, now
that I had learned to recognize his
moods.
"Barry,” he said speculatively,
"could this afternoon’s tragedy have
been entirely an accident, do you
think?"
"It couldn’t have been anything
else. An accident, you know, may
have many purely coincidental fac
tors in it, but they all click in se
quence That’s what constitutes an
accident. How else, except by ac
cident, would a swordfish stab a
man to death?”
“I don’t mean the swordfish’s part
in it," he said. "That, of course, is
quite accidental. But could it have
been an accidental factor in the se
quence you speak of for the chair
to break?”
"It did break.”
"Yes, I know, but—"
"You're wondering if someone
could have tampered with the chair
with the expectation of causing an
accident.”
“Exactly.
"Well—perhaps. ’’
“Of course it's an Idea that re
quires exploring. But there’s a prac
tical side to it; was or was not the
seat tampered with? And can we
determine at this time whether it
was or not? Let's go see.”
Without waiting for my reply Rog
ers walked aft to the launch which
was stowed in its cradle. We paused
beside it in the dusk.
"Have you a flashlight, Barry?”
•Til get one.”
“I can re-assemble the mecha
nism," Rogers remarked after some
tinkering, “if you’ll hold the light
for me, Barry.”
He gave it to me and I directed
the rays while he fitted together
the several parts. He soon had It
complete, except for a nut.
I am not much of a mechanic,
but Rogers had demonstrated that
he was quite good at it, and soon we
had the chair back in what seemed
normal working order.
“The swivel seems to work all
right. Sit down in it. Barry, and
let me watch the mechanism.” I
sat down as he requested. “Now
rock back and forth in it, and swing
round and round in it.”
I followed his instructions, while
he lay flat on his stomach and with
the aid of the flashlight peered un
derneath. Suddenly and without
warning the seat collapsed under
me and I fell with it in a heap.
Rogers, exhibiting extraordinary
agility for a man so large, man
aged to escape unhurt.
“Didn’t hurt you, did it, Barry?”
he inquired, sitting up. hugging his
knees. My back had suffered a
slight wrench, and I said so. "I’m
sorry,” he apologized, "but you
were nearer Sam Chatfield's weight
than I."
“Do you think, then, that some
body tampered with the chair?”
“What about George?”
“Last night while we were an
chored, and before any of us had
gone ashore, Elsa and I were at
the rail. Somebody ivas loafing in
the launch alone and in the dark.
Elsa asked me who was down there.
I thought it was some one of the
hands, perhaps. And then George
Rumble climbed out and came up
the ladder.”
Rogers got slowly to his feet, shift
ed his legs outside of the launch
and stepped down upon the deck of
the yacht. I followed, holding my
back.
“I think that we should have a
talk with George.” he said.
A little group of household serv
ants clustered about the huge stud
ded door as we drew up at the
ranch. Willing hands helped Berta
from the taxi; scurrying feet went
to prepare the way, while Berta,
round and plump and widowed,
made a pathetic figure between Elsa
and Margaret as they helped her to
the seclusion of her room in the
great house.
Rogers and I hung our hats on the
rack at the entrance and prepared
to wait in the big living room until
we could in decency depart to a
more cheerful atmosphere. Rogers
offered his cigarettes and lighted
one himself.
"It’s all very puzzling, Barry,”
said Rogers with a sigh. "I don’t
make much of it. To get back,
though,” he continued, “to the case
of Kitty Chatfleld; everybody has
been frank to confess a motive of
sorts, ranging from Elsa’s bitter
hatred of her aunt down to Rumble’s
unpaid bill. Again, in the death of
Chesebro, Rumble has a well-defined
motive; Reed Barton and Dwight
Nichols have motives equally good;
and Elsa, the other day, while still
very angry, threatened to kill him.
Whatever it was that roused her to
“She’s gone to sleep,” was the
calm answer.
such anger, she has not divulged to
me. Do you know what it was?”
“No.”
“You seem to have Elsa's confi
dence to a greater degree than the
rest of us, Barry.”
"I’m proud of that fact, Hunt, but
she's not told me what was be
tween her and Chesebro that day.”
Rogers yawned and looked at his
watch. “I wonder,” he said, “if
we’ll have time to look up Rumble
when we go back down town to
night?”
“I should think so. He’ll be around
somewhere, of course."
Rogers got up and went out into
the living room. He was growing
restless and I suspected that he was
hoping to catch a glimpse of Mar
garet or Elsa and, if possible, hasten
our departure. He came back pres
ently without having seen anyone.
As he stood on the threshold his
gaze strayed to the shadows above
the built-in book shelves. His mus
cles tightened perceptibly and an
odd look came into his face. He
walked to the desk and lifted the oil
lamp overhead the better to see.
“It gave me a start, Barry,” he
said. “So natural it looks as if it's
up there.”
By this time I was on my feet,
staring up at the mounted head of
a marlin, its long spearpoint thrust
out into the room, the glass eyes
supplied by the taxidermist seem
ingly possessed of all the wicked
ness that must have shone through
the natural ones when its owner
swam the blue seas.
He continued for some moments
to examine the trophy, then climbed
down, replaced the lamp and re
sumed his seat “Gruesome thing
to have around now,” he remarked
casually. His left hand strayed to
the desk blotter where several let
ters and papers were tucked in the
pocket corners, fingering them idly.
Rogers suddenly reached into the
center of a small bunch of letters
in a corner pocket of the blotter and
drew forth a clipping from the ro
togravure section of a newspaper.
"What have you found?” I asked.
"Something'.'”
"Yes, something interesting.” He
passed it across to me and I took
it and held it to the light. "I have
one like it Exhibit A. I think I
called it; you’ve told me that Reed
Barton has one. It seems that Sam
i Chatfleld procured one also."
i It was the picture of Elsa and tbe
baby which had so startled us all
only a few days previously. Un
deniably it was a most appealing
picture; Rumble was right when he
said it contained heart interest. But
those damnable cut lines underneath
the picture: “Fisa Chatfleld, whose
caricatures have recently won wide
acclaim, and her small daughter,
Mary Frances.”
"That was a lousy thing for Rum
ble to do,” I said.
“His explanation was plausible—
and quite innocent of any intent to
harm.”
"Lousy just the same, for the ef
fect that it must have had back
home. I wonder if Elsa dares face
it now. It will revive among her
friends and acquaintances the old
story that once re-echoed up and
down South Orange Grove Avenue
in Pasadena.”
"I remember Dwight’s telling us
of it.”
"Hard on Elsa.”
"Very.”
"Especially now that Chesebro’s
dead.” I passed the clipping back
to him and he took it and studied it
for a long while under the light.
"Now that Chesebro’s dead, his
picture will be in the papers. The
two so close together, in point of
time—Chesebro’s and Elsa’s with the
baby—will set everybody who’s in
terested to comparing the two.”
Rogers put the clipping down and
inhaled deeply of his cigarette. He
blew the smoke from his lungs in a
thin cloud before he spoke again.
"Unquestionably, Barry, it’s
Chesebro’s child,” he said. "You
can’t mistake it if you have even
half an eye for such things.”
We sat silently turning over in
our thoughts once more the impli
cations in this most amazing of the
many strange events that had oc
curred to us. As we sat there in
the study there came the sound of a
motor car on the gravel outside. It
stopped and the motor was shut off.
There followed the sound of voices,
and footsteps upon the graveled ap
proach. A brief command in Span
ish was given at which Rogers sat
up quickly. I translated the words
in the voice of the jefe del policia:
"Bring the prisoner! ”
Pedro, the pulque seller, stood in
the living room between Lombardo
and the latter’s satellite, Alvarez.
He made a sorry-looking figure, in
contrast to the neatly dressed Dr.
Miguel Cruz, who was in the party,
and the uniformed police. His white
cotton trousers were wrinkled and
stained with dust; his white shirt
was so torn that much of his brown
back was visible. His sharp fox
like face was haggard. His small
dark eyes were dull with weariness.
He was bareheaded and barefooted.
I had not noticed before now that
the man’s left arm was bandaged
just below the elbow. The rag was
dirty and there was an old stain of
blood upon it. Pedro, I noted, kept
that arm quietly and with a mini
mum of movement at his side.
"Pedro has reflected upon his
conduct of that night he ran away;
he regrets that he did so, eh, Pe
dro?”
“Yes, sir.’’
“And he is eager now to co-op
erate with us."
“Yes, sir."
“You wish to go ahead with the
enactment?"
“Of course, Senor Rogers.”
“May I suggest that we are not
all here? Senores Nichols, Barton,
and Rumble are not present.”
“They are following us, senor. I
talked with Senor Nichols before I
started with the prisoner."
“Senor Chatfleld—of course—”
“It is very sad the death of Senor
Chatfleld. I heard that he had died
at sea, but I do not know the de
tails, senor.”
"I’ll tell you. Let Pedro sit
down." Rogers pointed to a chair.
“And you and Doctor Cruz come
with us into the study.”
Alvarez and the prisoner relaxed
outside in the living room. Lom
bardo and Cruz followed us into the
study. I poured a whiskey and soda
for them and we sat down. Rog
ers began a detailed account of the
accident, omitting, however, all our
speculations as to tue part Rumble
might have played in it.
“It is very sad, senor, the death
of so good a man as Senor Chat
fleld,” Lombardo said when Rogers
had finished.
“Were the gentlemen—Senor Nich
ols and the others—coming immedi
ately. Senor Lombardo?” I inquired.
“I believe so, Senor Madison.
When I mentioned to Senor Nichols
that Pedro had been returned to
Mazatlan, and that I wished to pro
ceed with my investigation, he said
that he would try to find Senor—
the caballero with the very fine
clothes—and bring him along. Who
knows”—and he shrugged his shoul
ders—“but what he is the guilty
one? We must have all who were
here that night of the fiesta."
“Of course,” Rogers answered.
The next moment a car rolled up
to the front door, the motor died
with a cough, and footsteps sounded
briskly upon the gravel.
“It is they, senores," said Lom
bardo, rising and leading the way
into the living room.
Dwight Nichols entered the door
way with Reed Barton at his heels.
They took in at a glance the fact
that we had been waiting.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Scotch Customs
Brought to U. S.
"Should auld acquaintance be forgot.
And never brought to mind?”
There may be no way of proving
whether or not Robert Bums was
thinking of New Year’s Eve when
he wrote ‘‘Auld Lang Syne”; how
ever, two things are certain: the
Scotch have always made a big fuss
over New Year’s and no American
celebration thereof would be com
plete without this traditional bit of
Scottish verse.
In Scotland, the wassail bowl went
’round at New Year’s time. Tradi
tionally, the custom originated when
Rowena, daughter of Hengist, pre
sented Prince Vortigren with a bowl
of wine and the salutation, "Lord
King, wass-hael,” or literally, “To
your health.” The prince drained
the bowl with one draught, returned
the maiden’s salutation by immedi
ately falling in love with her, and
the two lived happily ever after.
The wassail bowl itself was an
ornament of graceful design—deco
rated with branches of greenery that
formed a canopy over it. The mix
ture within was warm and included
ale, sugar, and nutmeg or ginger;
highly spiced, sweetened wine was
added by hosts who could afford it.
On New Year’s Eve at the stroke
of 12 the head of the household,
toasting his family and friends,
sipped the mixture and then passed
it to the others present. Sometimes,
the party would pile into a wagon or
sleigh and, carrying kettlefuls of the
beverage, buns, cheese, etc., would
stop at various houses throughout
the community. The refreshments
went around at each “stop” and
nobody got home till morning.
Why New Year Starts
In Middle of Winter
Why does the year start in the
middle of winter?
Perhaps the most valid reason is
that the first day of January is con
veniently near an annually recur
ring celestial landmark—the earth’s
perihelion, or point of closest ap
proach to the sun. It’s a fact that
in the dead of the northern winter,
due to our planet’s elliptical orbit,
we are a few hundred miles closer to
the solar disk than on the hottest day
in summer.
New Year day doesn’t exactly hit
the mark. On or about January
4 the center of gravity of the earth
moon system is nearest the center
of gravity of the sun. That is, two
Imaginary points are closest togeth
er. One is at approximately the cen
ter of the sun and remains constant
through the ages. One is about 2,000
miles below the surface of the earth.
Happy New Year!
Gladys Benson, the “Girl of a New
Day,” emerges from a huge globe
in a New York ballroom to wish
everyone the happiest kind of a New
Year.
New Year’s of 1863
Important Historically
One of the most important New
Year’s day receptions ever held in
the White House was that of Janu
ary 1, 1863, and it was significant
because of a momentous event
which took place immediately after
wards. Abraham Lincoln had drawn
up his Emancipation Proclamation,
had read it to his cabinet and had
won their approval of this document
which would commit the govern
ment irrevocably to the destruction
of slavery. At noon William H.
Seward, secretary of state, brought
the proclamation to Lincoln for his
signature.
“I have been shaking hands since
nine o’clock this morning and my
right hand is almost paralyzed,”
Lincoln told him. "If my name
ever goes into history it will be
for this act, and my whole soul is
in it. If my hand trembles when
I sign, all who examine the docu
ment hereafter will say: ‘He hesi
tated.’ ” Saying that he signed—
but those who look upon the signa
ture on that historic document now
say that it was written as boldly,
as firmly and as unfalteringly as any
ever signed “A. Lincoln.”
New Year and Old
Oh, New Year—Leave the olden joys
to me!
The sturdy faiths, the shining loy
alty
Of friends the long and searching
years have proved—
The glowing hearth fires and the
books I loved!
All wonted kindnesses and welcom
ing—
All sure, bard trodden paths to
which I cling!
With all the strange new blessedness
you bring.
1852
34-48
Drama In Bow
'M'ATURALLY, since we must
use less material in clothing,
we must expect a sheath-like
treatment to be the next new step
fashion takes. Here it is, in a
dress with a bow for drama.
Pattern No. 8509 is designed for sizes 10,
12, 14, 16, 18, 20. Size 12, short sleeves,
3Y, yards 39-inch material.
Tried and True
V’ES, it is the tried and true two
* piece fashion, always so useful
in any wardrobe, which is pre
sented in this pattern. The jacket
is smartly belted.
• • •
Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1852 is de
signed for sizes 34, 36, 38. 40, 42, 44, 46
and 48. Size 38 requires A3/t yards 39-inch
material.
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