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The Colborne Express (Colborne Ontario), 18 Nov 1948, p. 6

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THH COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., NOVEMBER 18, 1948 SALADA Outstanding Quality • Delicious Flavour THE SYLVESTER DIAMOND By BLANCHE ROBERTS CHAPTER IV When Dan Brewster had gone, Honey made sure that every window and door of the apartment was closed and locked and the shades drawn tightly. Then, to make doubly sure she was alone, she looked under the bed and in all the closets. Satisfied at last that no one was lurking in the rooms, to spy on her, she turned back the mattress on her bed quickly and found her suede bag just where she had put it earlier in the evening. She picked'it up carefully and turned it over, examining it thoroughly from the outside. But only for a moment did she contemplate it thus; the inside was more alluring. Soon her eager fingers clutched the velvet box in a firm grasp and she hugged it to her heart for just a second. Installed comfortably in the middle of the bed, she opened the case and stared at the jewel with fascinated eyes. "It's mine! Really mine!" she breathed, exquisite delight in her low voice. "Oh, you're be,autful. No wonder Joe is burned up over your disappearance." The phone rang sharply and she She hid the box beneath her pillow as the buzzer kept up an insistent ringing; the purse she threw in a far corner of the closet. Then she hurried to the telephone, wondering who could be calling at that time of the night. "Hello!" she called, forcing sleepy tones into her wide-awake voice. "Miss Monroe speaking." "Honey!" It was Joe and his voice rang sharp and startling. "I want to come up--now! I have to see "You can't," she cried, alarmed ' by a sixth sense. "It's nearly 2 in the morning. You must be out of your mind, Joe, to think of such a thing. Whatever it is, it can wait until morning. There are such things as conventions, you know." "I'm coming up, anyway." The tone he used made her blood run slow.. He sounded cold, ruthless and determined. "You can't," she insisted frantically. "But he had already clicked the i her e She moved in a frenzied haste. There was no time to dress, or to do much thinking. She threw a fur coat over her pajamas and grabbed up the velvet box and her purse. The back door led into the hall and that avenue of flight was out. Only the fire escape remained, sinister, scary thing that it was. As she was climbing out the kitchen window, the doorbell rang and kept ringing. "He'll kill me," she kept repeating over and over, beside herself with terror. On the sidewalk, she glanced quickly around, but saw no one. §he darted around the corner and hailed a passing taxi. "I want a telephone book, please," she told the driver as he pulled away from the curb. He reached inside a compartment for what she wanted. Scanning down the B's, she finally came to Daniel Brewster's name and opposite it the address. This she gave to the driver and sat huddled back in the corner of the dark cab until the car pulled up and stopped before the white stucco apartment On entering she spotted the calling cards above the bells. She found the one she was looking for, on the second floor. She pushed the ringer, hard and long; then, she ran up the carpeted stairs and paused at the top step to see which door was going to open to her summons. She heard footsteps in the apartment to her left and was before the door, ready to dart in when Dan pulled it back. "Honey! What is it? Why are you here at this time of the night?" "I am afraid," she told him and shivered visibly. "Why are you afraid, Honey? What has happened since I left you? It hasn't been very long." "I'm afraid Joe Danburne will kill "Kill you?" repeated Dan and she saw his eyes harden to flaming steel points. "Why?" He shot the question at her but she did not flinch. "Have you seen him? Told him about us already?" She shook her head quickly. "This is why." She opened her bag and drew out the velvet box. She sprung the catch and the light fell on the diamond in all its beauty. "The Sylvester diamond," she explained simply. "The Syl-" He caught his breath without 'finishing the word. He started to lift a hand, then let it fall back heavily at his side as though a weight pulled it down. The blood slowly drained from his face. He stared at Honey and his eye; sick. She held the box out to him and when he made no move to take it, she fell back in the chair and dropped it in her lap. She said slowly: "I know what you are thinking. That I am a thief." There was deep hurt in her voice, tears in her beautiful eyes. "I am not, Dan. I am not a thief." Still he said nothing as he stood there. He took a hard breath as though it were difficult for him to breathe under the circumstances. "Please believe me," she begged fervently. "I am not what you are thinking." "Why did you come here, Honey?" he demanded savagely at last. "Why did you bring me the stolen diamond? You know I'm the district attorney." "That's why I came to you, Dan. I intended to let you know about it. Only I wasn't quite ready. You won't understand, that, of course," she said wistfully and lifted her eyes to him again and they were glazed with salty tears. "Joe will kill me for this." "Stop saying that!" he told her bluntly. "I think he knows now that I took the stone. He called just a few minutes ago and said he was coming up. That is why I left. I couldn't see him--I am afraid of "danburne will never kill you," he stated firmly and into his eyes crept the light she had seen there when he told her that he loved her. Her heart leaped happily. But then it sank with his ruext words. "You know I will have to arrest you, Honey." His voice was dull as if all life had left it. His broad shoulders sagged. She turned deathly pale and stood "Because 1 brought the diamond to you?" She shook her head. She put the box in his hand and his fingers closed over it automatically in a hard grasp. "Dan--I-" The doorbell rang sharply at that instant. Honey stifled a scream with the back of her hand. "It's Joe!" she gasped, eyes filled with terror. "Oh, Dan! He will kill me." "Here-" Dan thrust the box back into her hand. "Get into the bedrcpm and lock the door and don't come out--no matter what happens." He waited while she hastily picked up her purse and ran. The bell rang again, this time de-rnandingly and forebodingly. (Continued next week.) Answer to Last Week's Puzzle □□□□ aaaa □□ "nan □□□□□□□ □□ana anaa □ □aaa aanaa_ □aaaaaan aaa anaa aaaa ana an on □nana aaaa n □aaa anaaana nnnnn □□□□ □a anon aaaa □aaannaa nan naa aaaa aaa ISSUE 47 - 1948 Enough To Keep Plenty Of Doctors Away--Ontario's 1948 apple crop is estimated 50 per cent "under normal, but the Georgian Bay district boasts one of the best yields in history. In contrast to war years when girls did the most apple harvesting, this season most pickers are men. Sam McKee, 72, helps James Lawson, 70, down the ladder with his heavy load. Modern Etiquette By Roberta Lee Q. In which hand should a servant hold a dish "..-hen presenting it to a guest at dinr --? A. In her left hand, unless the dish is too heavy, in which case it would be better to use both hands. Q. When is the proper time for a g'irl to wear her engagement ring I for the first time? A. On the day when the engagement is formally announced. | Q. Isn't it all right, if the bridegroom is wealthy, for him to buy A. Never. Q. How long should one stay when making formal call? A. The usual time for a formal call is twenty minutes, but if the hostess urges th-; caller to stay longer, ten or fifteen minutes may be added. Q. Should one address his reply to the bride or to her parents when accepting a wedding invita- A. The acceptance should be ad dressed to the bride's parents, as the ; issued in their name. How Can I? By Anne Ashley ' Q. How can I prevent pancakes from sticking to the griddle? A. Rub the" griddle with fine salt and they will not stick. Q.How can I treat shoes that have become ugly and stiff, caused by being caught in a hard rain? A. Wash the shoes with warm water and then rub castor oil thoroughly into the leather. This will soften them. Q. How can I prevent leather furniture from cracking and becom-ing dry? A. Rub it occasionally with lin- Q. How can I prevent furniture casters from squeaking? A. Before inserting the casters, dip the shank of the casters in vaseline and then slip into place. This will prevent squeaking and also greatly facilitate the rolling of the furniture. Q. How can I keep ham free from mold? A. The ham will stay free from mold, and slices may be cut from it when needed, if lard is spread over the lean part before putting Fluffy ru make your dar- ling prettier than ever! And glad news--this Victorian frock is simple sewing. Skirt is ONE piece the rest is easy too! Pattern 4503 comes in -' 2, 4, 6, 8, 10. Size 6 takes 2% yards 35-inch fabric. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS (25c) in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern to Box 1, 123--18th Street, New Toronto. Print plainly SIZE, NAME, AD-DRES, STYLE NUMBER. Correct Diagnosis Lawyer--"I'm mailing you my bill for services--$300 at once and $25 a week for forty weeks." Client--"Sounds like buying an automobile." Lawyer--"It sure does -- that's what I'm doing." -*- Answer to This Putrzle Will Appear Next Week TABLE TALKS cktvc Andrews. A little late to,talk about pickles perhaps, but here's one than can be made almost any time . . . very easily too . . . and which is a real help when possibly your stock of "regular" pickles is getting low. The British have always been great pickle-eaters, and are even when something piquant is almost indispensable in avoiding the monotony of rationed meals. Many of their favorites have an Indian or Chinese "background" but pickled cabbage is British through and through. It's the traditional accompaniment, for instance, to Lanca-shire-"hotpot," that' succulent mixture of sliced meat, onions, potatoes and seasoning that lets folks' noses know something good is coming long before it's put on the table. Red Pickled Cabbage A firm, crisp, tigh red cabbage. • Salt Spiced vinegar. Remove the coarse outer cabbage leaves. Cut in quarters and take away any tough parts of «m)f school j8Q|sson By Rev. Barclay Warren Golden Text:--He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God. Psalm 40:3. Wordsworth said, "All good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings." In the Old Testament Paslms, Proverbs, Job, Song of Solomon and lamentations as well as portions of other books are poetry. Poetry is meant to foster a feeling, a perception, a hope, a faith. Poetry is music in words: and music is poetry in sound. A comparison of the beating of the tom-tom of the African and the songs and music of the Christians forcibly illustrates thdt the Christian religion has music. David in his song calls for clean hands. The external life must be right. But he also emphasizes "a pure heart." Religion that does not cheat. Jesus Christ exposed the sham of mere formal religion and declared, "Ye must be born again" and "Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God." The occasion for the writing of this Psalm was probably when the ark of covenant was being borne triumphantly into the city of Jerusalem. The gates are poetically fancied as being too low for the King of glory to enter. The selection from Habakkuk illustrates the fact that the Christian still has his song in the day of adversity. His happiness does not depend on material prosperity. He rejoices in spite of trouble. He is a witness to the fact that God giveth songs in the night. stalk. Cut acros into fine shreds with a sharp knife. To every pound of shredded cabbage allow an ounce and a half of sak. Arrange cabbage and salt in alternate layers in a deep dish and leave for 24 hours.. Rinse, drain well, and pack into jars. Cover with spiced vinegar, leaving a head of vinegar at least half an inch above top of cabbage. Cork or tie down, and leave for, a week before using. It should be eaten within two months as after that time it begins to lose color and crispness. Other vegetable* can be pickled by the same method but should be allowed a month before using and should keep inde- Spiced Vinegar This is a good all-round condiment and a grand addition to many salads. If tightlv corked it keeps well. Select spices to suit your taste or use the ready-mixed pickling spices. If the latter are used see that there aren't too many cloves which have a strong flavor that may overpower the otl ers. A hot or mild vinegar is suf ficient for most tastes. To eacfc quart of vinegar allow and ounce of spice. Place 1 - h '■ saucepan, cover closely, and bring slowly to a boil. Remove from the heat and with the lid still on the pan leave for at least 2 hours to cool and steep. Strain and use as required. An ounce of sugar ma\ be added to the spice if desired. Horses Standing At noon today when 1 passed by, I saw you standing there and I found it hard to believe that man Who called you friend could treat How can he, who claims to be Your master, lack in piety? How can he sit, while the insect* feast Upon your burning flanks, poor When day by day the earth yoe That he might have a dwelling place . . . For you, no paddock' green to run; Yours the street; the blazing sun-- But if there be a place in heaven For animals, then surely He Will find for you a shady tree. DOES INDIGESTION WALLOP YOU BELOW THE BELT? Help Your Forgotten "28" For The Kind Of Relief That Helps Make You Rarin' To C* More than half of your digestion is dono ^t^ehJs "digestion irf'the s'tSmach ^NfS What you may need is Carter's Little Iinr 4l?,gl.v? needed help to that "forgotten directions. They help Take them according it the" kind of relief th /'// raise with a package of super-delicious Post's Grape-Nuts Flakes" growth and rich blood." "Using two grains instead of o "OK, pal. That's a blue chip if I ever saw one -- speaking delici-ously, of course." 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