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Jimmy tralls Kid Divis, a known intimate of Jensen's to a Jonely house, where he finds Olga held Prisoner. Jimmy breaks in knocks out Avis, and. In the fight that follows Jen- sen is killed. CHAPTER LI. Jimmy picked Olga up in his arms. "A couch, Barry, a bed--anything to lay her down on. This hard floor--" They found a couch in the front room, laid her down vn it and lit the gas mante' "How did you get here, Barry? Man! Imagine walking in when you did. Did yon follow me?" Barry laughed, and Jimmy thought it was gool to see the old, familiar grin. "Why, you lunatic, when you ran away frem me, I hailed a taxi and tried to follow the car. Had a devil of a time, too. . . . Had to stop and get gas, I picked up this officer and piled him in with me.* I racog- nize< Divig, too, sitting down in th: ear, as it passed. . "We almost lost you. Facet of the! matter we did. Didn't see you get off. . . . Fog too thick, and we turned! up the wrong street. . . , Awful ride. Mile a minuts and no roads at all." Jimmy nodded. "I saw an autonio- bile a block away. If I'd known it was you--" "We came back this street, stopping at every house that had a light in it. Someone told us this shack was sup- posed to be vacant and yet had had a light in it for the last several nights. We knew then we were on the right track. That's all. What happened to you?" Jimmy explained briefly. "Had to do it, Barry. Had to hit him with that andiron thing. Then I went up- stairs to Jensen. Thought I'd listen in on him. He found me, and corner- ed me in a room. Told me how he had killed Dad. Damn him, Barry, he boasted about it." "How'd he get there?" Barry jerked a thumb toward Jensen, lying in the hall. . "Stair rail gave way and he went through. I tried my best to kill him, Barry, but he'd have been too much for me, if--" "You just about succeeded, too," broke in the policeman. He was bend- ing over Jensen. "He's dead, all right. Broken neck, I think." He pulled out a notebook and jotted something down. "Accidental, of course," he observed. "It's not my fault it's accidental," put in Jimmy. "I wanted to, badly enough. It was either him or me." He went to the front door and look- ed out. A man was descending the basement steps. It was the "taxi driver. "Oh!" said Jimmy, at sight of him. "I say, Barry, help me carry her into the cab. I'll take her to a hospital. No telling what those devils did. . . . Do you mind staying here with this officer and the two of you calling. vo- lice headquarters?" Together they placed her gently in the taxicab, and Jimmy had a swift recollection of another evening when he had been alone with her and had lifted her into another cab, and Mary had seen him. . . . He slammed the door behind him, | and Barry's voice came faintly to his! ear: "Oh, Jim, who did she say--" But they had started, and his only answer was an encouraging wave of the hand. "Take it easy over these roads," he commanded the driver, and turned to look pityingly at the still white face on his arm. ad * - * It seemed to Jimmy as if ages had passed since he had seen Mary Lowell on the street and dashed so uncere- moniously away from her. It was hard to make himself believe that it! had been that very afternoori--only short hours ago. He wondered then-- and for the first time since it happen- ed he allowed his thoughts to dwell on it--what she had thought of him, what she must be thinking now. . . "Mary," he breathed, happy for the first time in dreary, heart-breaking weeks, now that he knew she still cared. . . . Olga stirred in his arms, sighed, ---- -- So economical... B KRAFT Salad Dressing offers everything a anyone could ask for in exquisite, refresh. ing flavor, yet it's sold at a price so low it's within the reach of everyone, A large 12 ounce jar costs only 25 cents, one- half the coét you'se used to paying. Get some to-day. Try it and you'll instantly on [TIL | --~ RD) V : know why it's the favorite everywhere 7 ia Canada, \ on SS one i ; #241 Salad] Made in Canada by the Makers of LS | Hadn't she seen his hand move up to { his hat? and he felt swift compassion for this girl who had braved so much just to help him. He felt that it was some- how profane and sacriligious to be thinking of someone else, with Olga's white face upturned to his. But he couldn't help it, he thought, with something akin to tears in his eyes. He was himself--Jimmy Rand --just as God had made him. He couldn't change. . . . He found him- self wondering again about Mary, warmed by the thought of her. Was the thinking of him? There would be so much to tell her. . . . . ~ * - * * Mary, at that very moment, was thinking of him, and her thoughts were bitter. : Why had Barry Colvin lied to her? Why had he filed her with hope-- told her that Jim Rand loved her-- only to have that hope dashed against her very face at the sight of Jim wheeling within five 'feet of her and running? She knew. He loved that other girl, It had gone so far now that it had run away from him. She was too late, that was all, She should have known it when he failed to answer her letter. She thought, though, that he might have had the th6ughtfulness to drop her a line, or call her up, and explain, Apain she lived over that afternoon. She saw herself going down the crowded street, and looking up to see Jim and Barry approaching. They were talking ver earnestly. . . Espe- cially had Jim appeared earnest. She had smiled. She had thought that, in view of what Barry Colvin had told her about Jim, he might be glad to see her smile at him. And they had seen her--of that there had been no question--for hadn't she seen swift recognition leap into Jim's eyes? And then, to turn on his heel and cut her dead. She simply couldn't be- lieve it. For an instant she had be- ligved him gone suddenly mad. She had gone home, where a fresh bunch of flowers, carefully watered by her mother, mocked her. They were from Samuel Church, and with them was a note--a note of apology, asking for "another chance." "I'll phone you tonight," it said.! "Mary, no one could love you as I do! and bear to lost you." ! She wondered vaguely what love! was, after all--even felt a wlight twinge of pity for Sam Church. Was one to recognize a thing as love only when one felt sure it was unrequited? Were people doomed to wander through the world loving those they could never hope to have? "Love," she solliloquized in her mir- ror, "must be like opportunity. It comes but once, and if it isn't recog: nized it is gone forever. "Only," she continued, tearing her- self away, "I won't give him up. I won't . Not if I have to crawl to him and beg. Oh, Jim, have pity!" She flung herself on the couch and gave way to bitter tears, "I love him 80," she sobbed. » i . » LJ Olga was conscious once more, though faint and in a state of semi- hysteria, when Jimmy Rand delivered her over to kindly nurses with instrue- tions for constant attendance and a private room. "Shock," he said briefly in answer to their questioning looks. Himself, he waylaid the first doc- tor he saw. "Pain in my side," he patch it up and hold it together and me get out of here". The 'doctor, "Broken rib, all right. - Nothing very serious, but you cught to be quiet. for a while--" * 1 "Later on, yes. I've got to get out now. Come back, you understand." And that's the way it was. Jimm left the hospital tightly bandaged be- neath his shirt with the doctor's voice ringing in his earto "be careful." He stopped long enough to telephone Lieutenant O'Day. "Be right down. Something importat to tell you." "And I've something important for you too," said O'Day. * * * * His rerves were so a-tingle with excitement that he ignored the chair O'Day proffered him, and fidgeted and gestured ag he related the happenings of the last drama-filled hours, to the occasional accompaniment of a sharp stab of pain that was the warning of the protesting and maltreated rib. "And Jensen's dead," he said. "Divis is in the hands of police." "Yeah. 1 know, Rand. I heard about it. A squad's gone out there. They'll make him talk." "He.¢," interrupted O'Day, shoving a sheaf of yellow paper at him. "From Mooney. Just got it. He's learnad what he was after from Mexico City. Thaddeus Rand was mixed up in this thing, after all. Read it--then I'H listen to you." And Jimmy read, with eyes that di- lated with astonished wonder and dawning realization. . . . Sharp cries of surprise came from him. Long minutes he was silent, after ke had read it all. Then he turned to O'Day: "I think I understand now," he said softly. "I think I understand." He turned to face O'Day squarely, "Lieutenant," and his hand was on the other's shoulder, "you've been kind to me. Youre one of the few who have understcod me. Now I want to ask you a favor before I tell you the rest." "Shoot lad." O'Day was smiling, his voice gruff as a bulldog's. "I want you to let me handle this thing my way, Lieutenant." "What do you mean?" "First, do you promise?" "All right, I promise. Now, then. ." (To be continued.) What New York Is Wearing BY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON Hlustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur- nished With Every Pattern Here's a charming model, ideally suited to all-day occasions. And it has lots of style and youthfulness as well, A red and white printed crepe silk]. made the original model. And as you can plainly see, it is ex- ceedingly simple to fashion. You cau carry it out in plain crepe gilk. It is stunning in light navy blue. Finish the cape at the edge with two bindings, one in red and one in white. 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While I softly crept along, taking advantage of every shadow, Jed Stone was busy arriving | at what he figured was the proper place to carry out his part of 'the plan. He dis- mounted, threw : the bridle reins over the horse's head and probably hoped the animal would be there when he got back. Together, Scottie and he crawled close to where a lome soldier was walking his post. Jed Stone and Scottie edged up, bit by bit, until they were right in back of a hummock and not over fifty feet from him. He was a nerv- ous sort of soldier. Every now and then he'd turn quickly and peer out into the darkness; then he'd step along quickly as though he wanted to get away from there in a hurry. Many a good Chinesa soldier is afraid of dragons in the dark. This China boy must have been sure there was a big, bad dragon on his trail for he wag surely nervous. At the end of his post he turned and started back. Scottie stood tens- ed, scarcely breathing. He sensed the excitement and he strained against hig collar which Lieutenant Stone held tightly gripped. The sentry was just, in front of them when Jed Stone let go of Scot- tle's, collar. "Go get him," he whispered, and Scottie was off like a rifle bullet. At the first jump, that sentry stopped dead in his 'What came tur; flying over China, Captain Jimmy] head. tracks. . Somewhere out in front in the darkness there was a sound of scur- rying. Something was about to | pouree on him, to grab him, but that soldier couldn't move, neither could he utter a sound. (I'll bet that you, yourself, have before now had just such a frightful nightmare.) From out of the unknown inky blackness it came. Not till Scottie He was frozen still in his soldier cry out. He couldn't--his vocal cords were paralysed. But then he yelled sudden murder, pulled" the trigger of his gun and was bowled over, all in the same instant. Sentries from all over camp were running--firing as they came. Be tween shots I gave a shrill whistle and Scottie came up, zigzagging bis way pell mell for Sunday across the camp, spreading destruction at every leap. Excitement was fever heat when out rode an under officer on horseback. He had jumped on a horse 'and with only a halter to guide him. had rid den out into the working up to lh, melee with goodness what idea in his head. An enthusiastic soldier fired and, knows with better luck than usual, shot away the officer's hat. Pandemonium broke loose. Then while it was get- ting too hot around that corner for Lieutenant Stone, he slipped off into the darkness to find his horse. The horse had deserted at the first shot, however, so he walked on, carefully avoiding soldiers, back to our plane. (To be continued.) Note: --Any of our young readers writing to "Captain Jimmy", 2010 Star Bldg, Toronto, will recelve his tracks, the hair standing up on his signed photo free. |ABird Puzzl sank his teeth Into his leg did that| v x Lie ALTA 3 One of the strange feathered mi- | grants is the blue goose. During the 'brief Winter season it is a temporary visitor to the Migsissippi Delta in | Louisiana. .Its dark body, white head and neck and blue feathers on each wing make it distinctive. But with the coming of Spring it migrates north along the Mississippi Valley, over the Great Laked and on to Hudson Bay, beyond which it disappears. Until a short time ago its destination remain- ed a mystery, "one of the most allur- ing of the unsolved problems in Ameri- can ornithology." Recently, however, the explorations of J. Dewey Soper revealed the fact that the Summer breeding ground of the blue goose is on the western tun- dra plain of Baffin Island, north of Hudson Bay. [Each year the blue goose travels 3,000 miles from Baffin Island- to the Mississippi Delta and back again. Eleven weeks are re- quired for the journey, according to one estimate, though, if it chose, the blue goose could probably accomplish the trip in two weeks. The task of discovering the blue goose's breeding ground was a long and difficult one. From the general route which the birds follow on their journey north the inference was drawn that they nested "somewhere in the eastern part of the Canadian Arctic Archipelago," but exactly in what por- tion of that vast expanse of snow- covered land could be determined only by exploration. That exploration Mr. Soper began in 1928, but it was not un- til 1929 that he finally discovered their nests. The first sign on the long trail, which was followed more than 30,000 miles before its end was reached, was obtained from native Eskimos on Cum- berland Sound. They reported that the birds had been seen on a lake in the interior of Baffin Island, but a dif- ficult journey there in the Summer of 1925 proved fruitless. No trace of the blue goose could be found, though con- ditions indicated that the birds prob- ably had visited the lake in the past. In the Spring of 1926 a camp was made at a strategic point on Hudson Strait 'and a sharp lookout wa§ kept for the birds as they migrated north. This method met with success; blue ups, - = Borders biocolats Matted Milk | The health-giving, delicious drink for children and grown- Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. Nap The Dreamers The gypsies passed her little gate-- She stopped her wheel to see,-- A brown-faced pair who walked the road, Free as the wind is free! And suddenly her tiny room A prison seemed to be. Her shining plates against the walls, Her sunlit, sanded floor, The brass-bound wedding chest that held Her linen's snowy store, The very wheel whose humming died,-- Seemed only chains she bore, She watched the foot-free gypsies pass; She never knew or guessed The wistful dream that drew them close-- The longing in each breast Some day to know a home like hers, Wherein their hearts might rest, --Theodosia Garrison, Poems. Bh Gardener's Creed I, who have loved the earth so much, shall have no fear at last | Of the cool brown earth that vill shelter me from every cruel blast; My bed will be wrapped so sweetly round by the tender, teeming mold Which quickens anew the winged seeds of the primrose and marigold. > I, who have loved the yearly spring of budding leaf and stem, Shall lay me down with no sad re- gret, nor wish a requiem: Knowing my hands, that delved in the earth through life, In death's repose May give white grace to a lily's cup, or fragrance to a rose. --Maud Chegwidden in the Salt Lake Tribune, a-- Diagnosis Wrong Treatment Correct 'Let me kiss those tears away, sweetheart," he begged tenderly. 'She fell into his arms and he was very busy for a few moments, But the tears flowed on. "Will nothing stop them?" he ask- ed breathlessly. b "No," ghe murmured. = "It's hay fever, 'but go on With the treatment." --Nova Scotia Medical Bulletin, - "Bach generation revolts against its father and makes friends with its grandfather, '--Lewis Mum! "If we obeyed those precepts in the Sermon on the Mount, it would de- Ancient Sewing Needle Discovered In France A perfect bone needle, 25,000 years old, has come to Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago as a re- sult of the recent Marshall Field Archaeological -Expedition to Eu- rope, says The Field Museum News. This bone needle, . which is more than three inches In length, is com- plete, and has as perfect an eye as it it had been made yesterday. It was made by a prehistoric Magda- lenian craftsman, and was undoubt- edly used for making clothes out of reindeer skins. The needle was excavated by Jean Cazedessus in a rock shelter at Gan- ties in the South of France, and was found associated with implements of flint and bone, representatives of a cold-loving fauna and a typical up- per Magdalenian culiure. The en- tire results of these excavations were acquired by the expedition. Field Museum also boasts of ex- hibiting the only Magdalenian skele- ton in the United States. When this young man was alive West.rn Eu- rope was cloaked under a mantle of ice and snow. ~ Reindeer and other animals adapted to "the specialized life of a cold climate were abundant, and there was a plentiful supply of food for the Magdalenian hunter. Hence there was time or relaxation, and this resulted in the dawn of art. The bone needle in question was presumably fashioned with a flint blade and drilled by a flint borer, and is a witness to the advanced technique evolved by the Magdalen- jan hunter-artists more than 20,000 years before the beginning of the Christian era. a, "Super-femininity 1s one of the most trying traits a woman can live." --Noel Coward. HEADACHE? Why suffer when relief is and harmless: geese were seen and, in addition, the Eskimos of the region reported that the birds were known to bred on the tundra beside Foxe Basin. The Eski- mos algo prepared a rough mayptof the 'region where the birds were said to nest and did everything else they could to assist "Kiameate--the man in search of the blue goose." In 1929 a trip was made to that spot and thou- sands of blue geese were discovered nesting there, Phe nesting ground was found to be a desolate marsh land bounded by "the everlasting ice" of the Foxe Basin. There the young blue goose is born and raised until by the following Fall it is able to join in the long flight to Louisiana. Each Spring and Autumn they may be seen flying dlong their regular route, not, as a rule, in the orderly V-formation of the Canadian goose, but at random or perhaps in single file. If they come close enough, a small area of blue plumage on each wing will identify them. At greater distances they may easily be recog: nized by their dark bodies and white heads and necks, since the blue goose is the only one in North America with such plumage.--The N.Y. Times Maga zine. fein World's. Housing Problem Growing as Cities Beckon The world's housing problem, acute in many countries because of the vir tual cessation of dwelling construc tion during the war years, 1914-1918, hag been further accentuated by the almost universal shift in population from rural to urban centrers. Out: side of Great Britain, says "United States Commerce Reports," France has made the largest expenditures for dwelling construction of any coun: try in Europe; but an overwhelm: ing proportion of the work is limit ed to reconstruction in the war<de- vastated areas. In addition, the French government has granted loans, advances, and subsidies to builder of low-cost dwellings. . In 1928 the so-called Loucheur law established a five-year dwelling-con- struction plan calling for 260,000 lodgings in the entire country at the rate of 47,800 each year. The situa. tion in Paris calls for the elimina. tion of over-crowded slums; in the gouthern cities, for providing for in- creased populations; in the northern cities, for reconstruction. The housing problem is acute in all in- dustrial centers. Cities are loan- ing funds to construction companies at the current rates of interest. In- dividual large companies also' are providing housing facilities for em- ployees, The total estimated cost for the decade is $3,000,000,000. HY Canadians Are Honored by Francé im onisient residents s district, Notary F. A. Labelie of Hull, Que., and Maurice Morissat, Ottawa, along with an ex-Ottawan, Thomas Two stroy this civilization that we have to-day."--Rev. Dr. I. M, Haldeman. ASPIRIN felis om A Ape Manx nga © |treal, have received word from Paris » } ? tpof Yhel®_pioitimente as officers of at Made in Canada : the my of Frans, ois signal ETT honor was it d G 1SsU E No. 25--'31 'ment of France. y Mhe