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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., JULY 15th, 1937 Tea for every Taste SALADA TEA TERROR MOUNTAIN By MADELEINE SHARPS BUCHANAN Three bandits, known as Ike, Lefty and Stutter, seize a transcontinental bus and force the driver to guide it up a mountainside to a lonely log shack. They are after a secret new explosive formula believed to be in the possession of a passenger, Finley Trump, chemical magnate. Meanwhile, a forest fire, creeping up the mountain, traps the group. The first night,.. Miss ..Tulsa ..Jones, ..school-teacher, succeeds in drugging the bandits. While they sleep, Ike is mysteriously strangled. Later, the other two bandits are overpowered and bound. Then, Dr. Nicfc Strand, who has fallen in love with May Lawrence, pretty trained nurse, goes out on the mountainside to try to find a way through the fire. Suddenly, a boulder crashes down on him, knocking him out. When he comes to, he is blindfolded. CHAPTER V Whipping the blindfold from his eyes, Strand saw, to his amazement, that his pockets had been turned out and their contents laid on the ground beside him! Nothing was missing. His head throbbed .from contact with the stone against which the boulder had flung him. He saw that the thing which had been over his eyes was the bandana with which Ike had been strangled. With a sense of revulsion, he thrust it into his pocket. Ike's body had been placed in the gssar Direct from Montreal england, scotland, ireland and france "ASCANIA" "ANTON I A" "ALAUNIA" "ANDANIA" "AURANIA" "AUSONIA" "ATHENIA" "LETITIA'? Popular Steamers Sailing Every Friday offering Individual attention end complete personal service to passengers. ness eliminating all a The lowest rates of passage obtainable. CUNARD WHITE STAR shed. Anyone could have taken his bandana. . . . Then, something on Strand's wrist drew his attention- It was not ash or cinders--the thin brown powder was snuff! Jenkins! Could he fit this thing to meek little Jenkins? It seemed incredible! Strand climbed slowly back to the road. The heat was stifling. The house was silent when he reached it, and the gray bus also. He went around to the rear, stopped in the doorway of the shed, and threw his flashlight on the body of Ike. There was, of course, no bandana now about the dead bandit's throat. After a moment, he entered the kitchen, where Trump sat grimly on guard ove-- the two living bandits. "Do you have any idea who could have taken the bandana from Ike's neck?" Strand asked in a low tone. "Nobody has been out there so far as I know," said Trump, amazed. "Where is the bandana? Around the throat of somebody else?" "Not--yet," said Strand grimly. "I've got it, and I'll keep it for a while." The next morning, no one had any appetite for breakfast. Strand took his turn guarding the prisoners in the kitchen, while the other men fared forth to seek vainly for a way out through the fire. Amelia Bangor did not appear until noon. Then, looking hollow-eyed, into the living room, where the other three women sat. "I want to know which one of you drugged me." She glared. "What's been going on here?" Miss Jones coughed. "I imagine." she said, "you drugged yourself-What,were you doing, having coffee had ^jitVto\ea^ Coffee?" Miss Bangor's eyes widened. She sank into a chair. "Who drugged that coffee?" "I did." said Miss Jones. And then, the story tumbled out frcm Mrs. Jerkins' fat little mouth. 'That's gorgeous!" gasped Amelia Bangor. "Smart of ycu, Mis? Jones!" But Miss Jones st'U wanted to know how Miss Bangor had happened to have coffee with the bandits. "I saw them through the open door, drinking coffee," admitted Miss Bangor. "I got a thermos cup and called Ike and asked him to fill it, which he did-" "This woman knows something," thought Miss Jones. "If she could see the bandits through the open door --of course, the open door!" When the men returned, Miss Jones noticed little Mr. Jenkins. There seemed to be something furtive about him, a certain slyness. She hadn't thought, before, of distrusting him. "Gee," said Tommy Archer sadly, "I wish there was a place where a plane could land, but there ain't. Red and me looked." "I'm glad I didn't leave Kenny home like he wanted," Mrs. Jenkins told May hysterically- After fifteen years, it's only right we should die together." May walked out in the heated air as she felt Mrs. Jenkins' hysteria laying hold on her. She found Nick Strand, who had been relieved of guard duty, gloomily contemplating the sky. He turned to her gravely. "I didn't strangle that»crook, May, nor do I know who did," he said. "My job is to save life, not to take if." May flushed faintly. She loved him and--they were probably going to die up here together. Those creeping flames said so. She wondered what it would be like, to see them coming closer, at the last . . . 'You must believe in me, May," said Strand gently. "Everything must be all right between us. The world is a seething furnace below here, and there's no way out, you know. Unless a miracle happens--" "I am glad I came," said May simply. "I found you. You round me. -If only one of those balhons reaches someone!" Strand shook his head, his lips grim. "No plane can land anywhere around here," he said. "We ascertained that. They could not get through to aid us." He looked at her a moment, then suddenly swept her ii.to his arms. His lips met hers in a long kiss. It was night again. It seemed to Lefty, his eyes on the thin face of Finley Trump as he sat reading, with a gun on the kitchen table beside, him, that the house would never q The palms of Lefty's hands were wet. These people. One of them was as low a killer as any guy he knew. One of them had strangled Ike -- someone who was after the thing he and Stutter were after. And that same killer might get him next. During the day, he had spoken to Stutter. He felt they could make a break if Stutter kept his nerve. Better to take a chance on getting through the fire than to stay here to be strangled. Along in the afternoon, he had used a few lucky moments when they were alone to hop to the table drawer, back up to it, pull it open, reach with his hands, which were bound behind him, and remove a small paring knife. For two hours now, his and Stutter's legs and arms had been-free, although, to glance at the hopes, no one would have guessed it. Trump was sitting with his back to the outer door, facing them. His gun was at his right, on the table. He was looking at them now. New was the time. Lefty flickered his eyes at Stutter, and both men suddenly fixed their attention on the open dpor. Trump instinctively glanced oven his shoulder. At the same instant, Lifty threw the little knife to the JUoor behind Trump, where it fell^wrth a As Trump sprang to his whirled about, Lefty and ^^^tter were upon him like a flasl You'll LIKE their nutty, slightly salty Flavor Christie's Biscuits Ohere's a Christie Biscuit For every taste" ~Wi7 Our Railways Arc Active Again Perhaps one of the most reliable indications of better times is the activity displayed by railroads, <jom-ments the Ottawa Journal. Both in Canada and the United States large sums are being spent on new rolling stock. Up till two years ago there was practically nothing being spent, no branch of industry was harder hit by the depression. Even mainten- News comes from the Association of American Railroads that little more than a month ago Class One railroads had more new freight cars on order than on any corresponding date since 1926. In all there ara 47,290 new cars now on order, as compared with 1,449 only two years Even more impressive are th? figures for new locomotives. At the beginning of last month, orders had been placed for 345. This compares with but 52 locomotives built in 1936 id one in 1935. The C. P. R. and the Canadian National have set aside more than $10,-000,000 for new rolling stock. TMs aw being built and much larger orders are expected. The happiest feature of this news that such purchases indicate that railroads in both countries are meeting expenses, in many cases making good profits. "When the railroads make money, the whole continent makes money," said Harriman nearly 40 years ago. The axiom is fortunately just as true today as it was Why Do City Folks Mar the Country <W. H. Colclough, in the Stratford Beacon-Herald.) "Move on, there. You mustn't camp here," bristled a good-looking beetle-browed farmer, appearing unexpectedly in the midst cf our stream that gainbcled across his meadow "If you say so, we'll certainly move along," we agreed, realizing that the man had a perfect right to his authority. We commenced putting the frying-pan into place and folding up the gas stove. "Well, nov.-," the farmer mellowed, "if you will promise not to destroy anything, I guess you can stay." "Destroy anything?" we questioned. "Does anybody destroy anything on your property?" "I'll show you," he agreed, striding away. "Come." He led us over a bit of a rise down to a pool where the creek had broadened out. Along the bank sardine cans, bottles, broken boxes, paper and black ashes of a recent fire had turned a lawn-like piece of pasture land into a garbage dump. On the trunk of a nearby beech tree, about four feet from the ground, had been cut deeply: "M. R. & D. C, May, 1937." A maple sapling lay prone, denuded of its branches. Comment seemed out of place. It was the blundering selfish work of some visitors, having a good time on the farmer's property. About the only thing we could do was to apologize for such stupid vandalism. It is difficult to imagine how people accustomed to the neatness of city homes and lawns will show such an arrogant disregard for the rights and property of their rural hosts. We wonder what would happen if some morning at 7 o'clock they went out on their own lawn and found empty sardine cans, boxes, eggshells, ba^on rind, potato peelings, and paper thrown about, and cut on the door of the house these words: "John Farmer and Family, June, 1937." We are sure that the city man would not like it, and yet that is just what many city folk do with their farmer friend. Is it any wonder he "blows up" once in a while? We admire his patience and generosity. There is so much to see and enjoy in the country. Every hardwood lot is a cathedral holding a religious enchantment; within its land is a piece of green beige, from which the larks dart with their piping call. ling brook runs like rich j-■--(marc o* ^rgeous tapestry. Every sunset throws a lingering caress upon the silent hills. Then, when twilight coaxes out the stars and the dew forms a healing balm across the greening fields, the beauty of a summer night-- broken only by the fluty cry of the plover-- falls like a benediction upon the visitor's wistful soul. And it's all yours. Yours. Millionaires cannot purchase it, or kings control it. It's yours. It costs nothing except the kindly courtesy of a gentleman.. The average farmer is a prince. He will be glad to see you. BUT please do not cut down his wire fences, carry away his dogwood, or leave boxes of debris on his :and. If you will remember these thj^fs, he will say: "Come again." The Path of Progress Inventions on which patents were granted by the U.S. Patent Office during the past month included the following: .* A necktie constructed in telescoping sections sq that it can be adjusted to any length. A golf club with a drill in the top of the shaft for boring a hole in which to insert a wooden tee when the ground is hard. A salt shaker with a rotatable brush inside the cap for clearing the perforations of caked salt. A refrigerator tray which freezes ice in spheres instead of cubes. A streamlined head for golf clubs- A sandwich bag with a special compartment in the bottom for salt and pepper. A machine for slicing mushrooms. --Time. On Learning "What To Read" Edward Green, F.L.A., Chief Librarian of Halifax Public Libraries, in the Municipal Journal: If the public library is to be the engine of culture and recreation hoped for by its promoters, more attention ^ill have to be given to instructing and helping readers. Most users of these democratic institutions have received but the rudiments of education, have left school at an early age, and have mostly come from bookless homes. They are quite unaware of the rich literary heritage as represented by the numerous classes of books- It is still customary in many libraries to have series of formal lectures, usually bearing on the books in the libraries, but these appeal to, and are attended by, the better educated, and they do not sufficiently reach the average or general reader. Good as they may be, it is not certain that they are as effective as homely, informal talks, given to smaller groups, Where discussion is likely to arise. The average reader wants not so much critical estimates, as to know something of the theme or subject-matter of the books. At Halifax we discontinued the formal lecture after the War, and arranged to give book-talks to small groups under the auspices of organizations which ask for them. BLACKHEADS Get two ounces of peroxine powder from your druggist. Sprinkle on a hot, wet cloth and rub the face gently. Every blackhead will be dissolved. The one safe, sure and simple way to remove blackheads. Have a Hollywood complexion. Issue No. 29--'37 Woman's World By Mair M. Morgan Have you ever tried to figure out just what makes one box of candy seem so choice, and another so commonplace? It's more than the good- is. See how^rrl^WPJp: and shape and the dainty wrappings add to the attraction above filled Chocolate Carmels 1 cup sugar 3 squares unsweetened chocolate, cut in pieces 3-4 cup light corn syrup 1-4 teaspoon salt V& cups heavy cream. Combine sugar, corn syrup, chocolate, salt, and % cup cream. Place over a low flame and stir constantly until sugar is dissolved and mixture boils. Continue cooking until a small amount of mixture forms a soft ball in cold water, stirring constantly. Add % cup cream and again cook to 238 Deg. F., stirring constantly. Add remaining % cup cream and cook until small amount of mixture forms a firm ball in cold water, stirring constantly. Remove from fire; pour into slightly buttered pan, 8x4 inches. Do not scrape pan. Let stand until cold. Mark with knife in 3-4-inch squares, turn out on cold slab, turn right side up, and cut into pieces with full length of long, sharp knife. Let stand two to three hours to dry. Wrap each caramel in waxed paper. Makes 40 caramels. Coconut Cherry Divinity 2 cups sugar 2-3 cup water' % cup corn syrup 2 eggs, stifflj beate 1 teaspoon vanilla Dash of mthei style-- Y2 can coconut, toasted or crumbled 3-4 cup cherries, thinly sliced Cook % cup sugar and water together until a smaH of syrup forms a slightly firm ball in cold water. Cook remaining sugar water and syrup together until a small amount of syrup forms a hard ball in cold water. Remove first syrup from fire, cool slightly, and pour slowly over egg whites, beating constantly until mixture loses its gloss (IY2 minutes). Then add second syrup slowly, beating as before. Fold in coconut, vanilla, cherries and salt, and turn immediately into buttered pan, 8x8 inches. Roll in additional toasted coconut, if desired. Makes 3% dozen pieces. Sugared Peaches % cup sugar % cup maple syrup 1 cup pecan meats. Cook sugar and syrup together until a small amount forms a soft ball in cold water. Remove from fire; cool to lukewarm. Beat until syrup begins to thicken, then drop in one pecan at a time, coat with syrup, and remove wirft fork. Drop on a waxed paper. If syrup thickens before all pecans are dipped, thin mixture slightly with a few drops of hot of Vegetation which grew millions years ago on this earth is almost as important to us as is our modern food vegetation. The coal supply of the earth is formed frcm the ancient plants and trees.