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BEGIN HERE TODAY Henry Rand, 56, a business man, is found 'mysteriously murdered in a cheap hotel. The only clews are a woman's handkerchief and h yellow ticke. stub from the Paragon Theatre in Buffalo, Jimmy, the murdered man's son, de- it. cides to go to Buffalo u..til the mys- tery is solved. He and Detective Mooney trace tho ticket stub to a Thomas Fogarty, who proves an alibi and says he gav. the ticket to a wo- man named Olga Maynard. Jimmy and Mooney try to find her but t! learn she has gone to Graf- ton, where the murder took place. Janet Rand, Jimmy's sister, breaks ker engagement with Barry Colvin, and Jimmy, while in Buffalo, meets Maty Lowell, who is instrumental in getting him a job. He is with Mary n a cabaret when he hears a man pronounce the name of Olga Maynard. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XI. Olga Maynard! He wheeled sharp- ly in his chair to see who had pro- nounced the name. The two men were Jooking across the room at a table in a far corner. © Jimmy saw a girl sitting alone, smoking a cigaret. She certainly fit- ted Fogarty's description of Olga Maynard, he thought. . . Tall, blond, highly rouged--he could tell that even from where he sat. He stared at her. Mary's voice cut in: "I think we had better go. Do you mind taking me home?" She had seen him start at the mention of Olga's name--had seen him stare at her across the room. There was ice in her tone, Her words brought him suddenly to- a realization that he had offended her. "Mary, I'm sorry. 1 was startled. Must we go now? We've only had one dance." He was thinking; stalling for time, It Wouldn't do 16 let Olga Maynard get out of his sight now that he had found her. How could he talk to her with Mary presert? He cursed the chance that had thrown the two of them together. If only Mary didn't insist on going there'd be some way of getting word. . . . "Are you coming?" eoolly. She had risen. He scrambled to his feet with a muttered apology. He was furious with himself. He saw Olga Maynard eyeing them as they passed her table near the door. He thought frantically of trying to give her some signal, but didn't dare. asked Mary "Will you give me my vanity box, | please?" They were standing in front of the hat checking room. He brought it out of his pocket. Mary took it and vanished into a dressing room, He tossed the hat checks to the girl behind the counter. "Be right back," he called to her and hurried straight ever to Olga Maynard. "I beg your pardon," he said swift- ly. He was bending over her table. ur name is Olga Maynard, isn't She surveyed him amusedly through half closed eyes. "Who wants to Mow?" she drawled. "I'm sorry--I'm in a terrible hurry ~--Tm with a young lady," te stam- mered. "Will you meet me here in a half hour? Damn it," he cried im- patiently at her quick look, "I'm not trying to make a dote. It's import- ant. Will you meet me?" "Well 1 like that! Where did you It cleanses teeth and throat, sweetens mouth and breath, and SC unis, ¥ get hold of that line? Say, I'm with company myself, if you want to know. Here he comes now, Mister." She nodded toward the door. He debated briefly whether to get hold of a policeman and have her ar- rested. He decided instantly against "Listen," he said desperately. "You meet me here 'omorrow night. I've got a musical comedy job for you, A friend of mine told me about you-- Tom Fogarty." She started. "Say, who are you?" she asked. "Colvin--Barry Colvin," he flung back. It was the first name he could think of. "I'll be here tomorrcw night. Same time." . . . He was tipping the check room girl when Mary emerged from the dressing room. . . . She was frigidly silent on the ride home. He was half tempted to tell her everything--why he was in Buffalo and who Olga Maynard was--but on reflection decided stubbornly not to. . . Back in his room, he threw his hat angrily on the bed, convinced that he had made a botch of things. * * » * Olga Maynard met him. She kept him waiting a half hour, but he never doubted for a minute that she was coming. "Well," she said, sitting down at his table, "I'm here." He had risen. "It was good of you to come." He offered her a cigaret, and lit one himeelf to hide his ex- citement. She waited for him to speak. "Miss Maynard," he began, "1 lied to you last night about my name. It isn't Colvin. My name"--he was watching her closely to observe the effect of his words--*"is Rand. James Rand. I'm from Grafton." She betrayed no surprise. "Graf- ton's a good place to come from," she remarked dryly. "I've been there." "Yes, 1 know you have. As a mat- ter of fact, you were there week be- fore last." "Say, who are you-- Sherlock Holmes in disguise?' She said, half angrily: "I didn't come here to hear my history. What have you been do- ing--trying to get something on me?" "No, 1 haven't, but listen to me, 1" "You said," she interrupted, "you had a musical comedy job lined up. I'm interested. If you haven't, I'm not. Now tell me what's on your mind." "I'll tell you in a minute what's on my mind, but first I want you te an- swer a few questions. Tell me this-- did you go to the Paragon Theatre the evening of November 26th? That was a Monday night--the night before you went to Grafton." "Say--" "You answer me He brought his hand smartly down on the table. She shrugged her shoulders. right--I did. Sure." "Where did you get the ticket?" "Tom Fogarty gave it to me" There was bewilderment in her eyes. "All right. Fogarty at least is tell- ing the truth. Now then, did you ever hear of a man named Henry Rand?" "No." "Did you ever know a man named H. A. Jones?" "No. Say, cut this out and, tell me what it's all about! You'd think I'd murdered somebody, the way you act." m : "All ing." get something on me. Why can't they leave me alone?" "Why can't who leave you alone?" he broke in, "You know who I'm talking about. You know very well. hell. I'm leaving." She grabbed her pocketbook--a beaded bag. « "Miss Maynard," he took hold of "Miss Maynard," he said, "that's exactly what you're suspected of do- "No! You're lying!" She sprang to her feet. Her eyes darted a look of rage at him. "You dirty dog!" she whispered hoarsely. "You're trying to You can go to "It's the truth. How do you sup- pose I know you used Fogarty's ticket? We found the stub and traced it down to Fogarty. He told the police he gave it to you." "The police! Do they know this?" "They're looking for you now. The landlady at you: last address said you had left town. I was there." - "I tell you," she said, her voice strained and slow, "I don't know any- thing about it. It's a frame-up, How about Fogarty, if he knows so much? What was to prevent him having a duplicate ticket made and planted? Where was he?" : "He's already proved an alibi. He was not in Grafton when the murder was committed. You were." "Sure I was--looking for work-- and I didn't find it. That's why I'm back. Take me out of here. I'm sick. I'll faint if T don't get out in the air." "Where do you live?" Jimmy asked 'her. "I'll take you home." She gave him an address on Clinton street. "Come on," he said, "let's go out." He signalled to a waiter. He paid the cheque and took her arm. She leaned heavily on him as they walked to the door. : "You've got to tell me all you know about this," he said to her when they had reached the street. She was act- ing, was concealing something, he told himself. He continued, roughly: "If you don't tell me, maybe you'll tell the police." : She blazed at him. "I don't know anything about it, I tell you. Let me alone." "What did you do with the theatre ticket after you used it?" he asked. They were walking down Milton street. She answered him wearily: "I don't know. I suppose I threw it away. What do you think I'd do with it-- put it in a scrap book?" "Look here," he said, "you're not playing fair with me. I'm trying to be decent with you and you accuse, me of being a party to some kind of a frame-up. Every word I've said to you tonignt is true. I'm asking you to give an explanation of how that ticket stub could have got into that room and you refuse. I've been wasting time. 1 should have turned you over to the police when 1 first saw you, "I've been persuading myself that you didn't have anything to do yith it. Now I'm beginning to think I was a fool. I've a good mind 40 call a policeman now. They want you for murder, do you understand that?" "Murder! Oh God, no! They can't!" She swayed toward him and would have fallen if he had not caught her in his arms. They were in front of the Mayfair Hotel. He hailed a taxicab. The light from the street lamp above them was bright on her heavily painted face and blond hair. She was limp in his arms when he noticed the man and woman in front of the hotel staring at him, They were in evening clothes. The woman was Mary Lowell. He lifted Olga Maynard into the cab and closed the door. (To be continued.) eomrsimandibet Diet Revolution New Experiment @Hamilton, N.Y.--Here is unusual scientific news for thoge who enjoy eating. Scientists at Colgate University this fall are going to digress from the usual routine of finding out what is good for a person to eat, and see whether there may be direct benefit from eating according to what a per- son likes, Colgate will analyze the benefits of flavor, savoryness and eye-filling op- pearance. This work will be done in the de- partment of psychology under direc- tion of Dr, Ronald A. Laird. - The plans are announced in _the Colgate Lab Log, which says: \ "There has been a tendency in diet work for the past decade to treat man as a purely chemical machine working on calories, vitamins, minerals, carbo- hydrates, etc. Taste, odor and appear- ance of food have been largely neglect- ed, and it is these which will occupy most of our attention. "Authorities recognize that the pro- cess of digestion is directly influenced by the chemical constituents of the food eaten, and t] at the eater's temp- erament may be affected by good or bad digestion. "Two of the world's most famous pessimists, Carlyle and Schopenhauer, suffered all their lives from bad diges- tions, We may find evidence that a psychologically sound 'diet--a cream puff at the psychological moment, for instance, might have contributed to turning those black-spectacled authors into members of the optimists club. mely Hits | To Tourists If you bunk your car in a strange garage when you are on a trip, jot down the mileage shown on the speed- ometer 50 you can tell the next morn- ing whether anybody has used the car during the night. If you do this some- what ccnspicuously, the men around the garage may seas you and decide to leave ycur car alone, knowing that use of it will be detected. Aacomobile thieves sometimes hang ants frequented by tourists because they assume that any one who leaves his car to eat will be gone for half an hour or more. That's the time, therefore, to be especially sure that everything is securely locked. your batteries just before you are geing ut in your car rather than after you come in. It is a good thing to run the car after the water has beer. added. It doesn't save much gas and it dam- agee your motor tu shut off the igni- tion when coasting down a long hill. Unburned gas is sucked into the cyl- inders and cuts the oil so that its effi- ciency as a lubricant is impaired. Also, the gas may explode in the muf- fler and blow it out. What New York Is Wearing BY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON Ilustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur. nished With Every Pattern Distinctly summery type is a slim frock of white shantung covered with vivid blue coin dots. A plain blue tie completes the collarless V-neckline, The bodice is cleverly designed to affect a smooth fitting hip yoke. You'll be surprised at how easily\it is accom- plished. Simply cut through perfor- ated ling at each side of the front and the back. The gatl.ered upper part is then joined to the lower part. It creates a panel effect at front and back that gives lengthened line. The flounced sleeves are darling of the short sleeve vogue, and make the arms appear slender. The circular skirt fits the hip yoke and widens into fluttering fulness at the hem. Style No. 2600 comes in sizes 16, 18 ust. Pale pink flat crepe silk, turquoise blue sheer linen, white silk pique with blue and white dotted silk crepe tie and printed voile in soft green tones are popular combinations, HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS 'Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and size of such patterns as you want. Enclose 20¢ in stamps or coin (coin preferred; it carefully) for each hr address your order to Wilson Pattern Service, 78 West Adelaide St., Toronto. re ean A Scotchman's Rise The manager of an Aberdeen firm called his book-keeper into his private Toom, : a "Sandy," he said, "the accountant is oavisg and I'm gaun tae gle you his The with arovnd in front of roadside restaur-| Make a practice of adding water to} Jean, 86, 38, 40 42 44 and 46 inches | young book-keeper's face lit up| They melt in your mouth. No one ever says "No thank you" to such a dessert as Christie's Water Ice Wafers. Serve them to anyone at any time and you are sure to please. ust {= crisp pure biscuit wafers. Delicious ." . . and dain Christies V/ATER. ICE "WAFERS ty too. ---- mh ---- Economy Corner Cherry Mousse One pint thick eream, 1 cup cherry juice, 2 drops almond extract and pow- dered sugar. Mix the ingredients, sweetening to taste; chill and whip until stiff, then 'pack in ice and salt for three hours or more. Scones Two cups flour, 4 teaspoons baking powder, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 tablespoons sugar, 4 tablespoons butter, 1 egg yolk. 1 cup milk, 1 egg white. Mix and sift dry ingredients. Cut in the butter with a knife. Add egg yolk, then milk gradually. Toss on floured board; pat out to 3% inch thick. ness. Cut out with diamond shape cutter. Brush top with egg white beaten with 1 tablespoon water. Lay on a greased pan, and bake in a 450- degree oven 10 to 15 minutes. Walnut Date Meringue Two eggs, well beaten; 1 teaspoon baking powder, 2 tablespoons flour, 1 cup chopped dates, 1 cup chopped wal- nuts, 1 heaping tablespoon sugar and a pinch of salt. Bake for 30 minutes fn a slow oven. Serve with rich cream. Bangor Brownies One cup sugar, creamed with 3% cup butter; add 2 eggs, well beaten, and stir until free from lumps. Add 2 squares melted chocolate, ¥% cup chop- ped walnuts ,and % cup pastry flour. Spread thin. Bake 15 minutes and cut in strips. De Luxe Chocolate Cake One and one-half cups sugar cream- ed in 3% cup butter, yolks of 2 eggs beaten fine, 1% cup sour milk, % cup hot water. Sift 2 cups flour, % cup cocoa and 1 teaspoon soda together. Add whites of 2 eggs beaten stiff. Vanilla. If you sift the flour two or three times it makes any cake very fine. Cream Filling For Washington Pie One cup milk, 1 tablespoon corn- starch, 1-3 cup sugar, 1 egg, salt, vanilla, Heat milk, Put dry ingredi- ents. into a bowl. Break egg into it. Pour mixture into milk and cook until thick. Banana Griddle Cakes Mix and sift 2 cups flour, 2 tea- spoons baking powder, 1 tablespoon sugar. Add in order given 1% to 1% cups milk, 2 eggs, 2 tablespoons but- ter. Dredge 1 cup chopped bananas in flour and add to gridcle cakes. Serve with syrup, honey, frésh crush: ed strawberries or jelly. Coffee Whipped Cream Roll Six tablespoons powdered sugar, eggs, 3 tablespoons pastry flour, 1 tea- 8 ins.) square pan and bake in a mod- spoon baking powder, J pint cream, whipped, 3 tablespoons strong coffee. Cream the yolks of the 'eggs and sugar together, add coffee ané flour mixed with baking powder. Whip whites of eggs very stiff and fold through mix- ture. Line a rhallow pan with greased and floured paper, spread mixture -on this and 'bake from 7 to 10 minutes in an oven about 350 degr.es F. When baked place between damp cloths. Let cool. Whip the cream stiff, flavor with vanilla and 1 tablespoon powdered sugar. Spread on the cake. Roll it. Spread the top with coffee butter frosting. Fruitage -- Serves Four 8 tablespoons crushed pineapple, 2 tablespoons lemon juice, 1 cup orange juice, 2 cups boiling water, 4 table spoons sugar. Drain pineapple, if can- ned, but do not extract all juice. Add lemon and orange juice, boiling water and half the sugar. Allow to stand un- til cool. Add remaining sugar, strain and serve very cold. Spaghetti Luncheon Dish Here is a spaghetti loaf that is de- licious for a luncheon dish: One and one-half cups boiled and rinsed spag- hetti, 2 cups soft bread crumbs, 2 cups milk, 2 cups 'grated cheese, 3% cup melted butter, 4 beaten eggs, 1 pimen- to, cut fine, salt. Bake in a moderate over dbout 45 minutes. Quick Cake One cup sugar, 1% cups flour, 1 tea- spoon baking powder, 2 eggs, % cup milk, 3% cup melted butter, pinch of salt. Put ingredients in bowl in order mentioned; do not stir until they are all in. Then stir up the entire mixture and beat well. Put in a small (about erate oven. PAINS No matter how severe, you can always have immediate relief: dona nthe ong 3 chm Hemlen to the heart, to anybody But it always brings reliet. Why suffer? ASPIRIN TRADE MARK REQ. 1 Prosperity for them, . moans prasper! th : 1g Jt Gentlomiu (at swimming pool): ailments, it years ago as one of the trifling ills. that fall naturally to a man's lot; DOW ' it is realized that it fs the cause of | widespread suffering, distress. and une employment (writes a Specialist). It is one of the strangest of all dis-- eases, for those who are lable to it. may be perfectly well in one locality and have to fight for every breath in. another. A change from house <0 house or even from room to room may make all the difference. 3 The medicine of former years knew little about the causes of diseasos. It recognized them when they were pres- ent, and sought for means of alleviat-- ing or curing them. Modern medical science realizes that the emly sound method is to strike at the very root of' disease by discovering how it lis. brought about and then taking steps to eradicate the cause. z No one yet knows to what asthma is really due. But thanks to a won- derful movement, started less than three years ago by two asthma suffer- ers, the Earl of Limerick and Captain. F. L. N. Boothby, wonderful work is being done by the Asthma Research Council, whose headquarters are at King's College, London. Centres for research into the cause. of asthma and for its treatment have been established in several places in this country. The method employed is to enlist the help of teams of doc- tors, each a specialist in his own de- partment. Thus, at Guy's Hospital, the asthma team consists of a blo- chemist, an X-ray expert, an ear, nose, and throat specialist, a pathologist, a clinjcal pathologist, a psychologist, a physician, and two assistants. The head of the team receives reports from all, and in this way much more is learned than could be done by the work of one man alone. Complex Poison The first thing to ascertain was the nature of the disease itself, and this was found to be an over-gensitive con- dition of the membranes of organs as- sociated with breathing: It was found that in their abnormally sensitive con- dition they were subject to irritation, and that this irritation produced short- ness of breath, In the treatment of hundreds of asthma cases a great deal of suffering was due to the use of"feather pillows, feather beds, and eiderdowns. From ~ these a minute dust rises, inflames the membranes, and brings on attacks of asthma, But asthma can, and does, occur when ordinary beds, pillows, and cov- erings are used. What was the ir- ritant? Careful examination show- ed that the bodies of large numbers of asthmatics contained a peculiar poison which might be present in ab- normally large quantities when an at- tack was occurring. This poison, which is of a very complex nature, was isolated, and it was discovered that a small amount applied to the skin will raise weals. The Asthma Research Council is now studying the nature of this poison and endeavoring to find means of counteracting its effects and of pre- venting its formation in the body. It is known that it is produced some+ times by bad digestion, and in such cages treatment designed to facilitate digestive processes brings about im- provement.--Tit-Bits, : --le MAKING THE WORLD'S SICKLES The sickle, one of the oldest reaping instruments .1 the world ,is still in use in many countries. With sickles Jap- an and Burma reap their rice; sickles cut the pampas of South America and various crops in Poland, New Zealand, the Fiji Islands, Peru, and a hundred and one other lands. Most of these sickles come from one little factory in the town of Conis- borough, Yorkshire. Conisborough, by the way, was the central scene of Sir Walter Scott's "Ivanhoe," and it was in the little town that he wrote many of the pages of that great novel, The factory employs only thirty-five hands. Yet it turns out nearly 12,000 sickles every week. Steel from Shef- field, only a dozen miles distant, comes in in "strings"--ribbons a quarter of an inch in width. These are sliced by a shearing machine into the proper lengths, whilst other machines shape them, bend them and perform the pre liminary processes. Then black- smiths, grinders, hafters., and other 'craftsmen give them their final edge. The workers in this little town are "| directly affected by happenings in halt the world. A good crop in China in South' Am may s short time, --Tit-Bits. 3 cin 2 about the 'under