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stance of which she assumpt ic to unne: MeClinto« "I have a me sphere for all The words wer the other‘s rer "See here. Bbefore he chose to answer. BRenson rapped out: "How did you get in here, what ‘do you want?" The visitor advanced a step or o into the room, pacing the E:\md heavily like an automaton never for onee releasing that hifdeous grin. His eyes were fixed upon Benâ€" «on as he moved. Bensor "See here, you gitâ€"you quit! We don‘t want you or your messâ€" . Hike him out!" Benson adâ€" gs:-ell the butler, who had reâ€" Appeared Iooking very worried Before the manservant moved €ranston had uttered one word that electrified his hearers. "That you must find the messâ€" age of interest, gentlemen, 1 am te; it â€"contained the word racuse‘." Had he thrown a bomb he could mot have created greater consterâ€" nation. servants tolu him Very good, sir." At his exit the apprehensive glances of the three met. "You‘re all cracked _ down re?" grinned West, in an efâ€" rt to restore the wonted calm, Benson stood listening and lintock was obviously borderâ€" &ng on panic. Wild eyed, the man McClintock, knew equally well the name Rube, muttered apprehensiveâ€" : "Something‘s going to happen, rk my words. The howling of t hound, this gallows affair, now a cove what says he mes from the spirits, why it‘sâ€"" "Shurrup, you rat." Of Special Interest to Women Readers The Scarecrow Hunter faced his host over & "bachelor‘" breakfast they had made for themselves. Digby was responsible for the coffee, eggs and bacon, whilst Hunter had spread the feast with ::I‘the items he could find in the my pantry of Owl‘s Croft. Mrs. Barlow‘s disappearance had rnn them more than conjacture; had necessitated their doing Cranston Delivers a Message "A ‘strange‘ gentleman has m;’ echoed Benson, "why 959 "HMe won‘t give a name sir," lained the butler, "but says mething about the spirits havâ€" sent him; got a message from , gir. 1 can‘t make him out." "Me won‘t give a name sir," ined the butler, "but says thing about the spirits havâ€" sent him; got a message from , gir. 1 can‘t make him out." Benson gave a despairing roll Of his bloodshot eyes. "Then chuck him out." The butler, who had long since «+ D' W e Who Are You? Further conversation was made possible by the door quietly opâ€" ing and a startlingly quaint figâ€" e presented itself in the aperâ€" re. The three faced about and Blowly the waxen fegpiures of e man at the ’:o'r v'r?nflr:«{ inâ€" a ghastly semblance of a grin m used to unexpected crudities speech, replied with a passive Who are you*""* gasped Benâ€" : for all you g ords were repeate her‘s remarks. e here, you gitâ€" on‘t want you or : Hike him out!" 1 d the butler, w aVe 1 THE AVENGER â€" â€" â€"_ by Walter Forder â€" â€" â€" n CHAPTER XHI w CHAPTER XII had lost again his old, and the quavering ok his voice, despite his i of bravado, did much e further the timorous t to admi i message Cat Whe iked the meâ€"get outâ€"who cave e from another i gentlemen." cated, ignoring ve it with my my iman? J you, Mr "You‘ll admit that‘s peculiar," indicated Hunter; "A riot of weeds on both sides, and this ring of sterility around the old place. Looks like a path made by heavy and continuous traffic." "Would you be interested in the story of the place, Hunter, or does your highly trained mind reject such old wives‘ tales?" asked Digâ€" by. Later, Hunter leading the way, they went over the scene of the previous night‘s search for Cranâ€" ston in the garden. Taking the leftâ€"hand side of the lawn, they went directly to the summer house. Creft than its owner. There are a’t’a‘lfis &-ere, and the Scatrecrow usfi them for hig %ms." "Stairsâ€"aimâ€"? Don‘t be erypâ€" tic. Do you suggest Cranston is concerned in the mysteries of this house?" It stood in a mass of overgrown weeds and creeper, its outlines beâ€" ing almost obliterated by the tangled tendrils; but around it for the space of some ten feet the ground was bare of even a blade of grass. "I‘d be profoundly interested," replied the detective seriously. "Well, the story goes that this is a spot under a curse. Back in the days of the Georges a newlyâ€" married pair came to Owl‘s Croft for their honeymoon. Hardly the location for a honeymoon, but such is the yarn. ‘"Most emphatically I do, my dear fellow, and when this meal is over we‘ll explore together." "The bride, so it is said, loved this old summerâ€"house. _ Once whilst she «as here alone, the ghost hound, Old Shageen, came out. History doesn‘t explain how the hound surmounted this old hut, and this track of bare ground is where it ran!" "Just so," Hunter smiled, "but 1 explored it last night. Cranston disappeared into it, so I felt it was well worth while to investiâ€" gate. It‘s only in the best circles of magicians that a man â€" or whatever this Scarecrow creature isâ€"could manage a disappearing act in a oneâ€"room summer house. It was too dark to carry on last night, so I left further exploraâ€" tion for daylight." Hunter laughed. "Yes, 1 dareâ€" say it is a bit cobwebby down those old stairs." Digby stared. "What stairs are you talking about, Hunter? I know of no stairs in the summer house. It is one room with a flat floor." "Apparently, yes," agreed the detective, "but our friend knows a good deal more about Owl‘s The crockery was a trifle mixâ€" ed; but as Hunter explained jocuâ€" larly, it had never been a claim of his to excel as a housemaid. "I guessed you‘d come from some dusty old corner when I found you last night in the garâ€" den. Your shoulders and hat were handsomely festooned â€"with cobâ€" webs. You see, I‘m getting detecâ€" tive minded." "That old summer house of yours at the bottom of the garâ€" den, Digby, ever explored it?" "There‘s nothing to explore. It‘s a oneâ€"room shack, built to command sea views. I‘ve hardly even seen the place." * "And the brand new bride queried Hunter. & The "Dead" Path "Was dead of course," continâ€" ued Digby, "and thereafter the old summerâ€"house was cursed and avoided." *"Nasty spot," agreed Hunter. "Of course, it‘s all bosh," laughed Digby. domestic tasks. Stepping across the barren path Hunter pushed open the crazy and rotting door of the summerâ€" house. _ Together they peered within. A dim, dusty room, cobâ€" webbed and spiderâ€"ridden; on the seaward side a diamond paned window permitted a little light, but clustering ivy pressed close, so that the light was tinted green. "So you were there?" Digby‘s cheeks flamed as he remembered the hasty exit he had made from the «cepe,. s "Not much to look at, but the interest lies in the stairway. 1 reached this spot last night, just after you had your rather startâ€" ling â€" interview â€" with Cranston when he planted his gibbet." W§¥x wan ursum Slcus S Tsc "I Viewed the episode in the light of your torch from here. Look !" He indicated the other side of the garden, where the wilderness merged on to the cliffâ€"top. There, just beyond the grassy verge that bordered the precipitous sandâ€" stone cliff, were a series of steps 99 "For three years," writes this City man, "I suffered with pains across the lower part of my back. In the morning, I awoke with knees so stiff that it was agony to move them. _ Special treatment would make the pain a little easier â€"â€"but that was all. Then a friend recommended Kruschen, which my doctor said I might take. I began with about a coffeeâ€"spoonful first thing in the morming. To my surâ€" prise I found my rheumatic aches and pains disappearing. I kept on with Kruschen, and although I am more than middleâ€"aged, I have been free from pain for two years, and able to go to my office every Don‘t be lacking doilies when you can make such lovely ones as these in little time in 4 strands of string. The three sizes lend themâ€" selves to luncheon and buffet sets and to doilics. Pattern 1715 conâ€" tains directions for making doilies; illustrations of them and of stitches; materials required; photograph of doily. Send 20 cents in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern to Wilson Needlecraft Dept., 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. Write plainly Pattern Number, your Name and Address. cut into the face. These gave onâ€" to a path which communicated with the ruined summerâ€"house and the "dead" path. dafi”â€"A.W. heumatic conditions are often the result of an excess of uric acid in the body. Two of the ingredâ€" ients of Kruschen Salts have the power of dissolving uric acid erysâ€" tals. Other ingredients assist Naâ€" ture to exfiel the dissolved erystals through the natural channels. If a husband comes home late his wife has an inherent right to "nag" him, said Judge Cox in court at Indianapolis, U.S.A. He gave the ruling when a young husband admitted that he beat his wife because of her nagging. "So that‘s how the Scarecrow vanished!" remarked Digby. "It was here I picked him up. Now wateh." Hunter _ flashed _ the _ torch around. Hanging on a set of pegs were two or three oily coats and sou‘â€"westers, and nearby stood seamen‘s top boots. Peering down, the pair beheld a dirty flight of steps, cut apparâ€" ently into the soft cliff. Their end was wrapped in gloom. Digby passed the flash lamp and silently the pair stepped down, prey to the liveliest excitement. The stairway appeared to desâ€" cend parallel with the face of the cliff, and not until a shingle floor was reached did they see anything of note. They stepped into a roughly hewn room shaped from the soft cliff; with walls boarded with comparatively new matchâ€" boarding. Upon a bench wore two primus stoves, together with many plant pots, tins and brushes; a queer chemical smell pervaded the cave, a low cavern roof permitting them to stand upright. More steps and a path ran toâ€" wards what they judged was the sea, and another extended into Hunter passed on into the inâ€" terior of the hut. Inserting his hand into a gap in the wall, where the ancient plaster had fallen away, his hand gripped someâ€" thing, he pulled sharply. A rusty squeaking and rumbling resulted, and a cunningly conâ€" cealed trap in the floor lifted. "Your torch," Hunter requestâ€" ed, stepping without further disâ€" cussion into the trap in the floor. Knees Went Stiff In His Sleep Agony to Move Them When He Awoke Laura Wheeler Solves Your Need For Doilies With Jiffy Crochet in 4s leg: 0R e~".." " . ueS P. a * ~ EL > .;,'”" w v\\,: ;' P ' Cess! v.'-a.'&':.*;i\-‘;‘@! ie s oo t JIFFY CROCHET DOILIES I Right to Nag _ ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO "Can I get some help in getting my family to eat the variety of fresh vegetables they need?" "Can you suggest something new for me to serve my bridge club? I‘m so tired of the same old refreshments, but I haven‘t a new idea to my name." Well, here are the answers. Tea Room Salad, so named because it had its first success in an excluâ€" sive Ontario tea room, is the kind of a recipe you simply love to get hold of because it‘s so different, both in taste and appearance. You‘ll see what we mean when you read the list of ingredients and realize just how different and deâ€" licious it is when you actually try it out. When you serve this the bridge club meeting is bound to be a success. It‘s a trick that will be a prize for the winner, a solace for the loser and, no matter what the talley says, will add points to the hostess‘ score. Here are two food questions which many women have asked themselves and their neighbors again and again, sometimes findâ€" ing the right answers and more often not. Bad Disposition Shows In Face A thoughtful look around at the faces of mature women should _ convince anyone â€" that grandmother‘s quip about handâ€" some is as handsome does was a profound remark indeed. with a Mission Everyone‘s heard of the grass widowâ€"but out in Ceylon, 34â€" yearâ€"old Carolis plays the part of local â€" grass bachelor. He eats nothing else but grass and says he enjoys perfect health. Lines are inevitable, of course. But there are lines and lines. The ones which laughter and sympaâ€" thetic dismay, even tears, put in her face never make any woman unattractive. But lines caused by a sulky disposition, temper tanâ€" trums, envy, greed, hate and selfâ€" pity certainly do. the depth of the cliff behind them. Tea Room Salad 1 package lemon jelly powder 1 cup warm water Grass Bachelor (TO BE CONTINUED) SALADS PATTERN 1718 Dissolve jelly powder in warm water. Add tomato soup and vineâ€" gar. Chill. Cream cheese until soft. Add celery and mayonnaise. When jelly is cold and syrupy, fold in cheese mixture. Chill unâ€" til slightly thickened. Turn into individual molds. Chill until firm. Unmold on crisp lettuce. Garnish with mayonnaise. Serves 8. And now for that everâ€"present problem, the family‘s diet. This Year Round jelly salad is guaranâ€" teed to overcome the resistance of the most antiâ€"vegetable youngâ€" ster. Bits of gayly colored vegetâ€" ables show temptingly through the clear green. There‘s celery, and shredded cabbage; deep green pepper; and red pimento. It takes only a few minutes longer to preâ€" pare than a plain salad made of the same familiar vegetables but what a difference between the two! This glorified salad will catch the eye and make young rebels forget that they are not supposed to like the things they see there. 1 package cherry jelly powder 1% cups warm cherry juice % cup olive liquor 1%% cups canned sweet red cherâ€" ries, quartered 4 cup stuffed olives, sliced 1/3 cup blanched almonds, if deâ€" sired, Dissolve jelly powder in warm cherry juice. Add olive liquor, Chill. When slightly thickened, fold in cherries and olives. Pour small amount of jelly in mold; arâ€" range almonds on it. Chill until firm. Pour on remaining jelly. Chill until firm. Unmold on crisp lettuce. Garnish with mayonnaise. Serves 6. 1 can (1% cups) tomato soup 1 tablespoon vinegar 2 packages (6 ounces) cream cheese 1‘ cups celery, finely diced % cup mayonnaise In case you are faced with two entertaining problems within a short time, we are including anâ€" other delicious salad. It suggests all the splendor and magnificence of the days in which the Cardinal for whom it is named, lived. package lime jelly powder pint warm water tablespoons vinegar teaspoon salt ALL SCGOTTISH ROUTE! g Year Round Salad You will be in Scotland from the moâ€" ment you step aboard the famous S.S. "Letitia" or "Athenia‘ of the Donaldson Atiantic Line. Spacious public rooms, modern staterooms, talkingâ€"pictures, hosâ€" pitable and homeâ€"like atmosphere . . . effiâ€" cient Scottish stewards and stewardesses, whose forebears have been trained in the Donaldson family tradition for generations. The Donaldsons, owners of these fine Scottish ships, regard you as an honoured guest. _AHIS is the year to holiday in Scotland. The Exhibition at Glasgow, the greatest since Wembley, will attract visitors from all parts of the world. Then, too, Scotland is a country rich in romance and tradition . . . its lovely hills, lochs and glens are a tourists‘ paradise. . Minimum Retes Cabin Class Tourist Class Third Class 132. 118. Apply to your local travel agent, or o y .A Oh Boy! . M ~Mom lets me _ . ‘ sweeten my |., *> cereaa â€" / Melt chocolate in top of double boiler. Dissolve corn starch in milk and add all but vanilla to double boiler. Mix thoroughly and cook 40 minutes, stirring occaâ€" sionally. Take from heat and add vanilla. Keep in refrigerator or cool place. Use over ice cream or any plain pudding. Makes three cups. Thin with milk if necessary. 4 cup shredded cabbage 1 cup chopped celery 1 pimento chopped 1 tablespoon chopped green pepâ€" per. Dissolve jelly powder in warm water, add vinegar and salt. Chill until thick and syrupy. Fold in vegetables. Turn into molds and chill until firm. Unmold on letâ€" tuce and garnish with mayonnaise. Serves 6. Chocolate Sauce 2 squares cooking chocolate 1 cup Bee Hive Corn Syrup 1 cup white sugar 2 thsp. corn starch 1 cup light cream or milk 14 cup clear coffee 2 thsps. butter 4 tsp. vanilla 4 tsp. salt. Dipped Over One Eye Pleats have spread to headâ€" wear, many hats having bLoth crown and brim tucked and pleatâ€" ed. Bandana handkerchiefs are tie. carelessly round the smartâ€" est Parisian toques, HMatpins have come into fashion again, the pin short, the head carved of ivory or tortoiseshell. an amendment would be submitted cure the ambiguity of the Act. Believing the matter would be inevitably delayed the women apâ€" pealed to the Privy Council, lapsed as he was entering a hos pital in Yeovil, England. In 1921 following the grant of the Dominion franchise to women and their admittance as members to the House of Commons, a move» ment was launched for the appoint» ment of women to the Senate. Recognized as "Persons" The crusade began with an apâ€" peal from women‘s clubs across Canada to the government. The question was referred to the Suâ€" preme Court of Canada which deâ€" cided women were not *qualified persons" eligible for appointment to the Senate. Following this deâ€" cision the government announced Women Will Wear Soupâ€"Plate Hats The New Millinery Promises To Be Crazier Than Ever The birdcage veils, fine as co webs, are tucked into the neck!it of suit or afternoon frock. The ribbonâ€"ends of bows do not lie flat but are wired to siand straight up in front to the height of several inches like knifeâ€"feathâ€" ers. Most models are built to carâ€" een over one eye. The "shell" hat, however, made of fluted straw, with a wisp of veil behind, perches on the back of the head like a shallow bonnet. Many brims in the more severe panama hats dip behind under the weight of ribbon tails. However, the Supreme Court of Alberta gave a favorable decision and Mrs. Murphy took office. With his neck broken in three places, John Lucas, a painter, walked riearly a mile and colâ€" Prime Minister Mackenzle King is unveiling a bronze plaque in Otâ€" tawa this month honoring the five Alberta women whose efforts reâ€" sulted in Canadian women gaining eligibility for appointment to the Senate. ‘The â€" memorial | beafiwg | their names will be placed on the woest wall of the Senate foyer by the Canâ€" adian Federation of Business and Professional Women, The honored Alberta â€" women were Judge Emily F. Murphy, poâ€" lice court magistrate and interna» tionally known as the author "Jaâ€" ney Canuck," Mon. Irene Parlby, former minister without portfolio in the Alberta Legislature; Mre. Nolâ€" lie L. McClung, former MJ_A. and wellknown author; Mrs. 0. C. Edâ€" wards, of Macleod and Mr#, Louise C. McKinney, first woman ‘ected to any Legislature in Canada, Mrs. McClung, one of the two liv» ing members of the "Alberta five," will attend the ceremonial, Mrs. Parlby, the other member, will be unable to make the jJourney owing to poor health. First attempts to gain recogniâ€" tion for women as "persons" under the section of the British North America Act pertaining to eligibil« ity for public appointments arose over the appointment of Mrs. Murâ€" phy as police magistrate of Edmonâ€" ton, which was disputed. Birdcage veils, devil‘s skullcaps of chequered €elvet, Spanish tamâ€" bourines, toppers and shallow inâ€" verted soup plates are the cream of the new summer hats now on show in Paris. Sizes vary from "trays" two feet in diameterâ€"complete with burden of flower and fruitâ€"to the pointed elfin toque made from a few inches of ribbon. Among the more wearable mod» els are squash cloche shapes, a moâ€" dified version of the Edwardian boater and tricornes made of tie silk, with scarf to match, Tied Under the Chin The Spanish tambourines are tied under the chin with wide fringed scarves; the toppers are worn with coarse veils. Alberta Women Who Crusaded For Feminine Representation In the Senate Are Rememâ€" bered on Bronze Plaque Five Feminists Fatving the Supreme viceâ€"Mark 14 Golden Textâ€"Not w what thou wilt. N THE LESSON 1X ®+ Ag 11 PQ in t} th Cl thou LESSON X1 W Not what 1