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(tIii', Annassa IVest leases Bride's House in Connecticut, agreeing to the condition "Ask No Questions." The first week of her tenancy, one of the graves in the private burial ground is opened, her stable boy. Otto, being murdered. She calls in a deputy to guard the house and the fitst night he is killed. Annassa and her housekeeper tty for aid to Dr. Cran- son, but he is seen dragging a woman in black across the clearing. Ann sinks in the marsh and is rescued by a stranger', who disappears. The newspapers hail the story as "Two Deaths In Twenty- Four Hours." In fact, the office was still in an uproar when Cropsey had left it at six o'cloek that morning, and the only possible reason he could think of for; all the excitement on Diamond's part was that the red-headed Miss West was just as determined to remain at Isride's House now as she had been before. The next thing that went into the bag was a box of fishing tackle. Those spoons were going to be good for bass. The man in the sporting-goods house had said they would hold a twelve-) pound-- But was it nobody's busi-l ness? Miss West was not the sort of girl who ought to be let down by a man at a time like this. Were the circumstances reversed and Mr. Gate- ly Terhune in danger, no one would have had to write to her. She'd have been there, at his side, fighting like a wild-cat. Yes, whatever faults the red-headed kid might have, a lack of loyalty was not one of them. The manager of the Daily Free Press moved a little elegasrertarisrv' to- .ward the bed where’his clothes lay in neat piles all 1'trtot', to' go into the tnfiifmTiiearr-wia- e going to need one sweater or two? Surely that light sweater would be enough-with a leather jacket. But then, the nights in Canada were always cool. Espe- cially on Lake Winnipeg. He decided to take both sweaters. Well, women were funny creatures. The longer you knew them the less you understood hem. Thank God, he'd had the sense to remain a bachelor all his life! Take the occasion in hand, for example. The jane didn't live who could gum up a vacation for him. How many married men could say as much? Cropsey packed a fly rod. By the way, that Terhune fellow hadr't call- ed up the office. Must have had the letter hours ago too. Special deliver- ies were delivered on Sundays, or in the middle of the night, for that mat- ter. But hell, if the architect didn't care enough about his ex-fiancee to find out whether she were alive or dead, that was nobody's business but his own. ASK Jiro QUESTIONS I, v ”"‘3 , W - V You’ll get a great 'Sri8 _ thrill out of preparing yes, - new, delicious, econ.. . , omicaldishes. Thebig, new Purity Cook Book contains 743 tested family reeipec, each with a simple step-tyy-step- method which assures success. A complete course in home coorrerp--bread, pastry, cakes, meats, salads, 1ttyrtti-ztrv%vGTriih' Opens ttat at any page, easily re? . type, grease proof cover. Took two years to complete. Very popular everywhere, thousands have already ----- been sold. Well worth Sent $3.00 a copy. Address: Postpaid estern Canada Flour f Mills Co. Limited, Ihpt. or 500 207, Toronto, Ontario 'r-'.----" If this West girl had a valid rea- son for staying in the haunted Run- nels house-and by this time there could be no doubt but thabshe had--- it was a safe bet she's stick till a cer- tain well-known winter resort froze over. Ill-advised and plucky! Hang it all, a man eouldn't help but admire such gameness. Especially '.. man who'd ever done any bass fishing. "Give me Plaza 83203. I said 203 not 303. What's the matter with you? Has the hot weather affected your hearing or-l beg your pardon." A female voice at the other end of the wire had remarked somewhat tartly: "Thiris Plaza 83203. And my ears are quite all right, thank you." "My mistake. I as trying to get Mr. Gately Terhune's apartment. Must have given me the wrong num- bcr." Laying aside the hip boots with which he had been toying, Cropsey reached for the telephone book. After he had found what he wanted: "Well, you mayn't," came the prompt reply. "He isn't here." Then, in more conciliatory tone, "And if you’ve got any idea where he is, I wish you’d tell me, because I haven't seen anything of him since night be- fore last." . Cropsey waited a moment before he asked, "And who are you'.'-) that’s not an impertinent question." There was something which sound- ed like a simper.' "Pm just a friend, visiting Mr. Terhune for a day or two." Cropsey hoped, rather grimly, that she was having a nice time. Said the voice, less tartly: "This is Mr. Terhrme's apartment. What do you want?" "So that's how the eat jumps!" grunted Crops.y to himself. Aloud, "I'd like to speak with Mr. Terhune, if I may." CHAPTER x.- (Cont'd.) ISSUE No. 50r-/32 SYNOPSIS l Be Proud gfxpur‘Baking By BELDON DUFF "Well, I'm not," volunteered his mv seen acquaintance. "Pm having a rot- ten time. That dirty bum has left me flat. Not a nickel to buy myself a package of mints with." And as though the weight of her wrongs had grown too heavy to be borne any longer alone, "Got me to give up my job, before I left the theatre Satur- day night without notice. What's that? Yeah, I'm an actress. With Georgie White. I was the blonde on the left, as they come down the stair- case in the last act. Next season I mighta got a line to speak too." The managing editor did some rapid thinking. "I don't blame you; sister, for getting sofc at Terhune. A man has no right to make a woman give up_her career.? _ -Even over the phone one could feel the crushed flower raise its drooping head. "Just what I told the girls when I called them up a little while ago. Me kissing a job like that good-bye; and not even a wrist watch to show for it! Believe it or not, I hadn't been in this house twenty minutes when the tele- phone rings, and after Mr. Terhune had answered it, out he goes like a wild man, jumps into his Isotta- Fraschini, and beats it. Without even telling me whether Pm to wait till he comes back or not." "Oh, I don't know. A little after twelve. Maybe a quarter to one. We came straight '_ere after the show." "And that was Saturday night, you say Y' "Sure it was Saturday night. What's eatin' you? And this is Mon- day-two whole days and me with nothing to do but play Mah Jongg with the Chink who does the cooking." Cropserdid some more thinking, as a result of which he said, not un- kindly: "If you’re the blonde I think you are, you’ll go straight to Mr. White and say you’d like to have your job back again. Hell take you on, all right." And without waiting to hear whether his advice was acceptable to the ditched damsel or not, he hung up the receiver. So Terhune had been called away suddenly Saturday night? He had left with every appearance of agitation; and he had not been back since. This put a somewhat different face on the matter. Just what the purport of that mys- terious telephone message had been, it was not difficult to imagine. But from whom had it come? The same person who had called up the Free Press office? Ah, that was a nice question and one that led to several avenues of conjecture. Abruptly Cropsey began hurling things out of the suitcases. Unless one were going to Canada, all this heavy stuff was superfluous. But there was a place in Connecticut, kept by his stenographer’s cousin, where a man, properly introduced, might get a room and board for two weeks, might rest and sleep, do a little cast- ing, look about a bit. Only a couple of miles or so from Hales Crossing, too, if he'd understood Miss Sinnott correctly. Which would be handy in ease the chief should need him for any reason. The suitcases by this time had been repacked, not as neatly as they were accustomed to being packed, but with every requisite for a two weeks' stay in a sleepy New England town. Like all intellectual men, Alva Crop- sey cherished the delusion that the world had lost a second LeCoq when Fate saw fit to turn his talents into other and more prosaic channels. Once the fishing trip had been defi- nitely given up and his Canadian res- ervations cancelled, he began to feel actually elated. The mystery hanging over Bride's House had fired his imag- ination from the start. Not only be- cause it had baffled the police for al- most a quarter of a century, but be.. cause in all the annals of crime it stood unique: a history of sudden and unexplained death. Four, to be exact, and one disappearance. The man who solved it would prove himself clever at deductive reasoning; and Cropsy had a passion for deductive reasoning. The next morning the editor of the Daily Free Press sat down to break- fast in the Apple Blossom Tea Room with the business-like air of one who starts a much-anticipated enterprise under auspicious circumstances. Strawberries in thick cream. An ome- let so light it all but floated from the plate. Hot biscuits. And coffee that actually smelled and tasted like coffee. With a curiosity that bordered on awe, he stole a look at the author pf all this toothsomeness. Miss Malvina Uptegrove was a maiden lady tarryin-g somewhere on the shady side ofdorty. Years before she had fared forth from the hills and valleys of her native state with the avowed intention of painting her way to the Beaux Arts and Paris. Unhap- pily for genius in the bud, Greenwich Village say her eomifig and thrust out a metaphorical foot. As a stumbling- block in the path of progress Europe- "What time was that?" asked Crop- CHAPTER XL ward, the foot proired efficacious. In less than six months Miss Malvina was back in Connecticut again, sad- der, wiser, and humbler to the extent that she was willing at last to take her stepmother's advice and turn the old family home into a tea and gift shop. Of that excursion into art, how- ever, not all was loss. Instead of can- vases, the walls of the Apple Blossom received the outpourings of their owner's thwarted soul: murals that gradually spread from floor to ceiling. Extraordinary cows lunchings off vio- let buttercups. Humming birds that resembled in. size and spread of wing the American eagle. A pair of Puvis de Chavannes females dancing over what looked like a forest of tomato plants. That crazy Uptegrove house, the neighbors called it; but of late the young intelligentsia driving oat to tea and dinner had seen fit to set the seal of their approval upon it, and the place enjoyed a certain vogue. Nor was its popularity undeserved. For, in addition to the decorations, the food was such as only Miss Malvina knew how to cook and serve. (To be continued.) London's "Worst Ever" Last- ed from November to the Following February The latest achievement ot science in Soviet Russia is the manufacture ot artificial fog in a, Leningrad labora- tory, writes London "Answers." It is one whcih will arouse no enthusmsm outside Russia. To Londoners fogs Dame Nature produces are enough- or rather, too much. The popular supposition is that the banishment of coal grates would elim- inate the tog nuisance. As it happens, that isn't true. Fog is prevalent in the country, as well as in town, and it would still occur even it coal fires were abolished. It is caused in a variety of ways, one ot the most frequent being the sudden cooling ot the air that is saturated with in- visible water vapour. Part of this vapour then takes visible form, and tiny drops or particles ot water be- come suspended in the air. Actually, then, a tog is a cloud that has formed on ground level, instead of in the sky. And the water in it is quite sufficient to blanket out the sur- roundings, without any assistance from smoke or soot. A coat ot black, rough wool with putt sleeves and scarf, eor lar and mutt at leopard is a popu- lar number in Paris. An antelope beret completes the outfit. November is the worst month of the year for fogs in Britain's big cities. After this month is over, the number of fogs declines gradually until the middle of February. But at least once --in 1879---London experienced a win- ter of almost continuous fog. It start- ed in the beginning ot November, and lasted practically until February, 1880. Another such winter is not likely to occur again. And even when the weather forecast predicts "fog," things may not be quite so bad as they sound. Officially, it is a tog if you can't see a house or tree against the sky at a distance ot 1,000 metrea. That's a good bit over a thousand yards, so the condition might easily be fulfilled without pedestrians, or even motorists, being unduly worried. And at sea November is one ot the clearest months ot the year-the worst time tor ccean fogs is spring and sum- mer. Over the rose garden the rainYalls Softly; the warm rich earth t1owerts In odors ot sweetfern and blossom; a bird calls, . Hidden in green from slow showers. A first lamp kindles in the rain-gray) night; i, Trees shimmer in the moist silver, misty and cool; _ Meadows tail--over the low roof for light Patter of rain is music, quiet and beautiful. --carl Edwin Burklgngi, m FEM GYPSY]! W l Rainy Night in the Country Who Wants Fog'? Spots Are "In" Are you superstitious? Do you, for instance, avoid walking under a lad- der? If so, do you know why it is said to be unlucky? This is the rea- son given by Sir Charles Igglesden in "Those Superstitious." 7 a material sense-the avoidance of anything falling from the hands of the painter, the bricklayer, or the man with the hod when ascending the ladder-but the superstition arises from the fact that when the ladder leans against the wall it forms a tri- angle, and is thus symbolical of the Trinity. The ordinary layman of olden days would, therefore, consider himself debarred from V passing through this sacred arch." "The dread of passing under a lad- der has been. looked upon by many in THE SUPERSTITIOUS THIEF. A Scotland Yard detective once gave Sir Charles an extraordinary ex- ample of the ladder superstition. A theif who was being chased "suddenly found that he had passed under a ladder. Although the police were close upon him he turned quick- ly, came back under the ladder, and then rushed into the road to pass it. This delay was fatal. He was caught and his remark, 1aeonical1y uttered, was: 'Well, it's better to be copped than have bad luck all my life.'" Possibly he did not know that all would have been well if he had crossed his fingers after passing under the ladder-some people say you should keep them crossed until you see a dog! This same detective told Sir Charles that-most criminals are superstitious, and that few well-considered crimes, such as burglaries, take place on a Friday. SIR MALCOLM THE FATALIST. Sir Charles once asked Sir Malcolm Campbell whether he was supersti- tious. Sir Malcolm said that he wasn't, but added that he believed in luck, and was a fatalist. He said that "every time he started on a speed trial he felt that Fate had already deter- mined if it should be his last. Nothing could make him swerve from the feel- ing that his end was foretold. Nobody who has passed close to the ‘valley of death could believe otherwise. "But I am no fool fatalist," he added. 'When J cross the street I look on either side. Before driving my ear I personally machinery.' IRVING AND THE PEACOCK FEATHERS. The Stage, even today, possesses all kinds of strange superstitions. Whist- ling, says Sir Charles, is barred in most dressing-rooms, and ifca first night happens to be on a" Friday, act- crs and actresses step out of thei . dressing-roomW eock's feathiif in a theatre i, regard- ed with horror, "and Sir Henry Irving once caused a sensation by sending a polite note to a lady in the stalls at the close of the first act of 'Othello.' On ‘he slip of paper he wrote' 'For God's cake take your peacock feather fan out of the tl eatre to prevent disaster.' The good lady meekly called an attendant and handed her the fan. But the girl drew back in horror. The lady herself, rather than make a scene, W mt to the entrance of the theatre and threw her fan into the road." As a contra“: to Irving there is a story of Lord Rcberts and the super- stition about the ill-luck that follows a dinner party of thirteen people. He Lsed to tell how "he and twelve brother officers dined together just before the Afghan War, and, although they fought in that camraign, all were alive eleven years afterwards.” Again, as a contrast, Sir Charles says that he was speaking "to one of our best-known authors, and he told me that for very good reasons he dreaded to see a black moth in his howe. Twice the advent of such a moth had preceded a death in the family." COURTINC BAD LUCK. l Some of those who read this book will find that they have been courting bad luck all their lives. If a girl "sits on a table while talking to a man she will never be married. A girl is also running the risk of spinsterhood should she fail to look towards the north when she goes cut of the house before breakfast. If you trip when going upstairs it means a wedding in the house, the bride or bridegroom be. ing the 11ext single person to follow the tripper." Again, if when dressing you place a button _ "into the wrong buttonhole it will bring bad luck, just as hooking the wrong eye is disastrous. Should either of these accidents occur, however, you can ward off ill-luck ty taking off the garment and putting it on anew." Sir Charles tells us that he came .arross a curious old Scottish custom which is said to bring good luck to a bride and bridegroom. During the present year a Scottish policeman was to be married at Strathspey, and friends on the eve of the wedding went to his house and the house of the bride. he two were stretched full length upon the floor, their feet made bare, and then smeared with soot and Hacking. Afterwards they were commanded to stand up and receive similar treat- ment to their fa Q' Afterwards the same ceremony was earried out with the best man and the bridesmaid. An equally old cus- tom in a Staffordshire family was for "a brideng to take, his young wife Superstitions? inspect every bit of the r Charles, is barred in "If Frooms, and Lisa first ' to be on a" Friday, act- Yo' asses step out of thei W 1"ii'i'sS2u'rCi.Asbl'e' T' 7 in a theatre i, regard- tr. too, From very early college days be... gan to emerge that beautiful side of Lewis Carroll's character which after- wards was to be, next to his fame as an author, the one tor which he was best knowa1--his attitude to- wards children, and the strong at- traction they had tor him. I shall attempt to point out the various in.. t1uemees which led him m this direc- tion; but it I were asked tor one comprehensive word wide enough to explain this tendency of his nature, I would answer unhetsitatmgly---love. . I think children appealed to him because he was pre-eminently a teacher, and he saw in their un- spoiled minds the best material for him to work upon. In later years one ot his favorite recreations was to lecture at schools on logic; he used to give personal attention to each ot his pupils, and one can well imagi'm with what eager anticipation the l ward who dowr case. and in h as t astr< man mam Itc are ' you righs the' 1 strar you " Here ther kind sitic The And gleaming where the sun has sunk to rest Beneath the sombre twilight's wide gray wings, A single brilliant star shines in. _the west. A vague wind whispers to the nod- ding trees F 1 While Night in sable robes comes out the west And like a priestess chants on bend- ed knees Her rosary that puts sweet day to rest. Nature's cathedral filled with tra- grant balm, I feel His Presence in this holy calm. -Annette Thomas, Botha, Alberta. Honesty A saint’s lite in one man may be less than common honesty in another. From us, whose consciences He has reached and enlightened, God may look tor a martyr's truth, a Chris- tian's unworldly simplicity, before He will place us on a level even with the average of the exposed elagses.--J. H. Thom. We must learn to despise petty ad- versaries. No good sportsman ought to shoot at crows unless for some spe- cial purpose. a s' l "P, ." . . s," F ' T _ C _ Ji" T ' ',, e. 2",} '", I .' . - Irr "‘: '.,, . . f [ rrr, , "C , Jr _ ' _ '. l 6‘ V . - . ti' F l _ V ' _ Tt “ _ TV l V V _ l ' _ 'W'" _ 7 . I t. _r-':s-' V ', p"'" 'r; . T '. -' . T , The Household Word For Tea “CROWN BRAND” _ CORN SYRUP Ultiréflinq tost Eiiiiree3 ihemqst. irsg.,tr, h'gtltggd ‘ W V ' 'cmmu ,rsfgreo,a.,g.,si,. 1tissttl SPA _._lle “to“: oo 'cmma guano”. Emma. 3totmt- E An Understanding of Children $0\NARDSBUQG "Fresh From the Gardens" Again, children appealed to his aesthetic faculties, tor he was a keen admirer of the beautiful 'in every form. Poetry, music, the drama, all delighted him, but pictures more than all put together. I remember his once showing me "The Lady with the Lilacs," which Arthur Hughes had painted tor him, and how he dwelt with intense pleasure on the exquisite contrasts of color which it contained --the gold hair of a girl standing out against the purple,. of lilac-blossom. But with those who find in such things as these a complete satisfaction ot their desire for the beautiful he had no sympathy. ' . . _ Again, the reality of children ap- pealed strongly to the simplicity and genuineness of his own nature. I be- lieve that he understood children even better than he understood men and women; civilization has made adult humanity very ineomprehensi- Yom "The Lite and Letters of lest subjects interesting and amusing, discomforts by which they " completely discouraged in hurch work, tor example. AI.. 'thing bearable is a hardship to a determined and cheerful will; and very tew really unbearbale hard- ships ever confront the average per- Son., To learn these rules, and apply them will be a help toward victory. Love's Nobility For this is Love's nobility--- Not to scatter bread and gold, Goods and raiment bought and sold, But to hold fast his simple sense And speak the spech ot innocence. For he that feeds men serveth few; He serves all who dares be true. Miss Jones---"" course, you've read 'The Mill on the Floss'l" Mr. Smith---") say that I have. I don't care tor pugilisrs" _ a“ .e'rm. . ' hr, A a di \ a RM, m alll f “a r, NI - ' , ‘ “rig”:- tggiWil d? " - ft rfgMlti8 I Ait' , M' 'lt aw . " $lg M RIM " .A At lilllliil I' ' ' " " " . in 2 t? M J " l I , itlltta - . - " ' EI, N a w " irt " t'MrTREgtlTigBitQ . _ y. . ' It f . CilE8t'l t8Q Eew." is CME L._- " is a battle, as every human finds out somewhere between eginning and the end of it. man and woman who is worth ing has fought through more 'one discouraging struggle along ay. Two Good Rules publisher of a big modern ine, who has fought his own , success, quoted the other day (nes, which he said he has Carroll," by Stuart Dodgson :wood. 1 from an old cavalry captain td found to be the best on ' aphorisms: " "When in doubt, charge." rid: "Admit nothing to be a _ They are equally valuable, publisher asserted, to the _ business man, struggling in ass of work and worry; and re certainly applicable to the iffieulties of lite. worst obstacles, which grow _ looks at them, often melt before a determined charge hem. A man is more often by his tears than by his As tor hardships, many people cheerfully endure, in a camping trip or an ex.. ond to thought-to a soldier- 'ij,) of mind. Taken together, 'iEtri"ii-i7rrrrior tor-ttttttyr') a with more than a chance 9.5 first rule applies. to action, '" "I am sure of one thing---upless we get some step in disarmament there is chaos ahead."--Lord Astor. "God is clever, but not Albert Einstein. "Man lives only when he lives dan, gerously."-Sir Arthur Keith. "The present is the invisible brides over which the achievements of the past walk toward the shaping of the undetermined tuture."--A1tred Noyes. “There r", no short :ut to through the provision ot go' ed primarily is not credit gm: SET-7 ness."-Nicho1as Murray it 11 m. "Ch;.rm is sexual viritit,utler. , “u“hrm is sexual v1ndty."---Joseph Hergesheimer. "There is no swift and royal road 3 universal prosperity." - Thomas W. Lamont. "There is no record in human his. tory of a happy philosopher; they exist only in romantic legends."---) L. Mencken. "The business world is no place for a woman."-Alice Foote MacDougal1.' "One should always learn to love oneself tor that is the only life-long romanee."--Gabriele D’Annunzio. . "With the exception ot capitalism, there is nothing so revolting as re volution."--George Bernard Shaw. "We may come on a new 'golden age' if we get fear out ot the world and get a new economic equilibrium establiled."-John Drinkwater. "In New York, marriages are too short and novels are too 1ong."-r-Paul Morand. "It becomes more and more clear that individual competition needs to be supplemented and guided by pub- tie or collective planning."--) James Arthur Salter. q "The United States had better take warning now trom the fate ot several European countries"-Roger W. Bab- son. "A conservative is a fellow that's "g' office and wants to stay therss."--Huey P. Long. "The times call tor a soul-searching re-examination ot our national purpose in 1ife."--Herbert Hor . "Feminine talent is latent/u-Fannie Hurst "People nowadays go around deny- ing there's anything to romance any more. They think it's fashionable to be cynical-Lemme Llric. T "Arguments which draw their de. monstrations trom probabilities are idle, and unless one is on one's guard against them they are very deceptive." --Plato. _ "It is hard tor an imaginative per- son to be very happy."-Peter B. Kyne. "I have no belief in inspiration."--, William Butler Yeats. "We have emerged from our dim- culties before and we shall do so' again, advancing to ever higher stand- ards of well-being." - Charles M, Schwab. "The restoration of trade holds not only the economic but the social sal- vation ot the worJd."-jwen D. Young, "If you put the channel there things always flow in the right direetion.'u- Lady Reading. "It is an awful thing for a man t6 go through life without developing all the talénts within himse1t."--golut Erskine. It was raining when the ship slid out from under the eaves ot Hong Kong. Hong Kong is like the great shadow ot a Chinese temple upon the sky; its sunset is nearly always ruled straight by a high horizontal cloud, its slopes have the optimistic con- cavity ot temples, and only lack a titanic dragon and a curled lion or two to make the temple suggestion complete. At night, so absurdly is Hong Kong tilted, it loses its out. line, the lights of the peak climy so ‘high and the stars so low. But it was morning when my little ship deftly extricated herself trom the shadows and ships in the har. bor . . . At last Hong Kong itself was dim and loops of silver cloud blew across the great harbor and obscured the faces of the gaunt hills ot the New Territory. When Hong Kong slipped over the gray-glass rim ot the sea, the ", Chang-Shing seemed all alone like a guest at a strange deserted feast. A great company of remote islands stood about her and, without wel- come, watched her pass. I have never been so much alone on a ship before. . . The Chang-Shing carried only indigo and---br eourteisy-rme. She was only smart In comparison with some ot the junks. And per- haps in order to show herself to advantage for the first two days ot her voyage, north she rolled, snort- ing proudly up the rough ruts ot a. plunging avenue of junks. . . . China, with hills drill red or dunes bleakly white, ran by us to the west. There was never a Sign of life on the coast, and, at night, never a light. We passed a lighthouse on the third day; white and sophisticated it sprang up in a. lonely dreamland world. A man waved from it. Could it be a. man? How terribly the sea ‘must count to him'. The Chang-Shing did not touch at so sophisticated a port as Shanghai, but one evening at sunset, on a sea ot glazed crimson, she passed' the mouth ot the Yang-tee river.-- Stella Benson, in "The Little World." A man't life is an appendix to his heart. _ From a Chinese Junk Opinions altogether too