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'?iite4t Qiui£Ul|Tea "SALADA i)Ml©l \Wl/. y. THE SYLVESTER DIAMOND By BLANCHE ROBERTS Tht .S«ir.T Tliuii r»r: Honey Monroe takaa the SylvcHlcT r>l.'iinun<J fiora the handbas o( a woiniin In a Los Annelei deDurt- ment ston-, arni In an effort to keep Joe Daiibunio. l.rofosslonal thief with whom ^le Is nns^ii lated. from takinc tt from her. she K'k'« to Dan [irewater, atate'e attorney. .She and IJan are In love and •he liiuniiB to juatify her pnsaeeeton of th« stone but hae no chance, beinB forced to c-H<upe from Dan'a apartment when Joo rajia there. The plane ahe boarda for San Francisco craahea In the fog and aho 1» rescued by Art C.irey, youne lawyer who lives with hia mother near the scene. Her fletitloua name. Ilonoy Uoe, la dis- covered by Art but he agrees to keep her secret. He takes her to a cemetery thero she buries the diamond. Returning near San Kranclsco, at her request, and to the Carey house, Honey aeea Joe Dnn- burne'a coupe parked In front of the Douse of a nelshbor, Mra. Rita. CHAPTER IX Honey didn't want Art to know that somctliigii dreadful was wrong, that she was shaking underneath the coat she wore. In fact, to cover up her agitation, she laliglied freely, ahiiost too freely. If .Xrt had not You'll feel as slim as you look in this! Pattern 4656 does lovely things for your figure willi a deep surplice- neckline yoke and an easy skirt. Sews beautifully â€" goes everywhcrel This pattern, easy to use, simple to sew, is tested for fit. Incluiles complete ilustrated instructions. Pattern 46.S6 in sizes .14, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50, Size 36 takes V/i yards 35iiicli; 1 vard contrast. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS (25 cents) in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern. Print plainly SIZE NAME, ADDRESS, STYLE NUMBER. Send your order to Box 1, 123 Eighteenth Street, New Toronto, Ontario. been so preoccupied with thought! of his sweetheart at the moment, h« might have noticed^that the laugh bordered on hysteria. When they pulled into the garage. Honey hop- ped out of the car promptly and ran ahead to the house. As it wa« very late, she went at once to her room, but not to bed. She knew now why Mrs. Riba's eyes had seemed so familiar; why they had disturbed her ever since early evening when she had met the woman. They were like Joe's. Mrs. Riba, of course, was the sister he had spoken of vaguely at times, but he had always given the impression that she lived in some foreign coun- try and that he seldom saw her. But that was like Joe â€" ne'ver let- ting one know anything definite about him or his family. She had gone around with him for months, and yet, she knew nothing tangible of his life; she could only guess, and up until recently, she had not dene much of that. She had merely coasted along, intent on one thing â€" the diamond, and how to get her hands on it. • • * . "Why did he have to come here of all places?" she demanded of the four walls. "Why couldn't his sister live in San Diego or New York?" She walked the floor treading lightly in her stocking feet so the ^others would not hear her. She must not fall into Joe's hands under any circumstances. The love he rfelt for her would not keep him from being utterly cruel in trying to force from her the whereabouts of the dianioiul. However, he would never get the stone; she was certain of that. She would die at his liands before slie would tell him where it was. "He shall never have it!" she vowed to hersejf. "And he may not kill me until he does. But Joe knows ways of torturing his vic- tims that would be worse than death. And I will be no exception." She shuddered and it was not from the cold, damp air which blew in from the Pacific. It was stark, naked fear of the future that sent wave after wave of sliivera over her slim body. Tears came to her eyes. "I don't want to die," she sobbed and fell on the bed. "I want to clear myself with Dan. He must know tliat I am not a thief and believe in me once again." ♦ ♦ It was nearly dawn when she finally drifted into jleep, only to be awakened again by insistent knocking on her door. She opened sleepy eyes, then gat up startled. "Who is it?" she cried, heart pounding excitedly. "Let's go fishing," called Art cheerily. "Fishing?" she repeated as if iht had never heard of the sport before. "Ohl Fishing." She relaxed. "Is it time to go now?" "Sure it is," he told her with an aninsed clnickla. "Get up, sleepy CROSSWORD PUZZLE ACHOS8 1. Backward tendency 4. Huns (. Insect M. Mncavr 18. Klnx produot '14. Tlliclan KlIZullu 16. Hcolit ' 17. Ticorftte i 18. Make bread â-  JO, f;i.a(l II. Hock 18. .Strikes th« Inncy l«, F<.ll" 87, Attempt* Is. The tiling }». Indian 10. Horseman >1. 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ANy€ HIRST "DE.\R ANNE HIRST: If some- thing doesn't change soon, I'm afraid I'm going to tell my hus- band's mother and father what I think, and walk out . . . We've been married five in o n t h s. We keep staying on because they need our hoard until .Iiis father recovers his hcaltli. "1 even dislike eating hero, iiccaiise my mother-in- law keeps talking about higli-prices. She docs all tlie buying, and she has so many leftovers! She won't let nie do anything. Don't you think I should cook for my hus- band? He works at night. At 83, I'm a good cook; I did a lot of it for my own family. "I spend tiiost of my time in my room. I hate to go downstairs, my mother-in-law always watches wiiat 1 do. Tlicy both get on my nerves, tliotigh 1 know they don't mean to. My husband gets burned up, too. I would get a job. but 1 can't find a night job, and a day- time one would make it almost impossible to be with my husband at all. "If my in-laws say or do some- thing again that I don't like, I know I'll move, and fast â€" even if I have to go alone. I'm all mi.Ked up, Anne Hirst. Can von help me? DI.SCUSTKD." It Is Her Home ♦ I hope I can, *You ran make ♦ your life easier, and your hus- ♦ hand's and his parents' too. It ♦ hinges on the simple little trick ♦ of putting yourself in his mother's ♦ place. ♦ The home you are living in it head. Ma is going to loan you some slacks and a shirt to wear. And I just packed a lunch basket, sar- dines mostly." "I'll be with you in a moment," she said and crawled wearily from the comfortable bed. After she was fully awake and into the fun of fishing, Honey for- got her troubles for the minute and enjoyed herself, not that she was a very good fisherman. Art seemed to have all the luck. Once shs called him Dan. He did not notice and she thought with pain in her heart: "Dan is calling for me â€" he needs n.e. That is why I said his name just now. Oh, Dan, my darling, I love youl I will come soon â€" very soon, I hope." * * * Art spoke just then. "Ma said Mrs. Riba invited us for dinner to- night, in your honor. She thinks w^ are sweethearts." Honey's heart seemed to pause in its beating and a cold chill rushed over her body, taking away all warmth and security. "But she has company now," she faltered. "That won't matter. It's probably k«r brother. She has one living la Los Angeles. I believe his nam* U Danburne. Vou may know him." "The nam* is familiar," ih* r«- plied from between stiff lips. Sh* ?lshsd In silence for a whit* and h* was Inclined to do th* sam*. But •uddtnly, she Inquired: "How good a lawyer *r* you, ArtV There was â- o gaiety In her ton*, only d*aTl ••riousness. "I've oply practised two years, but I won all the cases I ever had. I* that what yoti wanted to knowr" h* asked, looking over at her «â- ' probing eyes. (Continued next week.) your mother-in-law's home. Try to realize how her former life has been disturbed. Now she has a sick husband to nurse, and a daugliter-in-law in the house who is already talking about her "rights." Her pattern of living has been distorted by l>er son's marriage. She doesn't ask that you help her at all, and she tries to make you feel at home. Yet she has a routine to follow â€" a routine in which it is upsetting to fit a younger woman who wants to serve her husband. She likes to be in her own kitchen alone, as you would be in yours. Try to put yourself in her place. You are, in a sense, a guest in her house. Conduct yourself like a guest â€" eager to help, but not interfering. Perhaps you can fit yourself in assisting her, follow- ing her ways of doing things. Or. if your husband's hours per- mit, you and he to have dinner togetlier. you might arrange to prepare that dinner yourself, hind. It woj;ks well all around, affection for those she leaves be- Why not try it? â-  * « * Living ill the home of someone else shows up our breeding and tol- erance. If you try to reverse your position, .you will better understand how much you can .help. Anne Hirst can help you realize this, if you write her .at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth Street, New Toronto, Ontario. By Rev. R. Barclay Warren The Boyhood and Youth of Jesus Luke 2:39-52; Mark 6:3ab. Golden Text â€" The child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, filled with wisdom; and the grace of God was upon him. Luke 2:40. From infancy until thirty years of age we have only one picture of Jesus. But that one tells us all we need to know. Jesus was a real boy. Joseph and Mary travelled /or one day in the large caravan before they were alarmed about his absence. Can't we hear them as- suring one another that he was with one of his chums and would join them when camp was pitched?! His evident humanity is further empha- sized by the question of his neigh- bours years later, "Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, the brother of James, and Joses, and of Juda, and Simon? and are not his sisters here with us?" But Jesus was different, too. To attend the Passover Feast for the first time hac been a thrilling ex- perience for him as it was for all boys. He was now a "son of the law." But for him it had a deeper mLoning. His understanding aston- ished the teachers of the law. His answer to Joseph and Mary when they found him in the temple indi- cates a consciousness of a .divine mission, "Did you not know that it is my duty to be engaged upon my Father's business?" ♦ ♦ * Jesus was an example even in boyhood. He went with Joseph and Mary and was always obedient to them. Much of our juvenile delin- quency can be traced to the failure of children learning to honour their parents. The child who doesn't learn to obey his parents will be a problem in school and in the social order generally. The cruel parent is the one who fails to train up the child in the way he should go. Jesus was sinless in boyhood. Tempted as others he yielded not. H was the perfect life. Remote Control Two Hollywood kids were (alkr ing as they walked home (toot school. "I've got two little brotis- ers and one little sister," boasted one. "How many do you have?" "I don't have any brothers and sisters,'' answered the second Ud, "but I have three papas by my firat mama and four mamas by my last. papa!" • Answer to This Week's PunU UIAI6H/: \L\o\i4\smA\tAÂ¥ uUU BOmUUk QQD „ mmna sEaoQ \mA\p\p\£ W^ L £\S 3DH QDOBn scr £^>» P P £ Ml o S S h\£ T A â-  s P A hfA 1 T 1 ti T 1 9QEa mumuu mn 1 -*â-  i / HANDY V ilBOXES/ ISSUE % â€" 1949 ^•^^i^ Beef Upside Down Pie « * IH cup« flour 1 tap. 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