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Tea for every Taste SUMS TEA !" THE CHINA STAR ! | By JOSEPH LEWIS CHADWICK | Hugh Morley, U. S. Secret Service Service agent, is aboard the China Star, bound from Shanghai for San Francisco, Francisco, under orders to guard Eli J. Brandon, international financier travelling incognito as "John B. Ellis," who is believed to be in danger' danger' from radicals because of a trade pact he recently signed in the Orient, or from thieves because of some valuable valuable pearls he is carrying. Morley is attracted to the lovely Sylvia Ames, who has some connection with Ellis, but she is suspicious of him and warns Ellis against him. Meanwhile, Meanwhile, Phil Lon, a mysterious over- inquisitive Chinese-American, has hinted that he and Morley might be of use to each other. Then Sylvia tells Morley that Lon has been talking talking to her about him* CHAPTER V Morley was annoyed. "So the am- Sli@ Ï9HBW8 su . i'i 'id'- iable Lon has been discussing Birest from Montreal to ENGLAND, SCOTLAND, IRELAND AND FRANCE «'ASSAM BA" ««ANTONIA™ «'ALAUM3A" «'ANDANIA" ««AURAFIIA™ «-AtiSONlA™ ««ATHENIA™ ««LETITIA'! PepuSai* Steamers Sailing Every Friday offering Individual attention and complet® personal sertee ta passengers. A complete shipboard holiday holiday with a willing helpfulness helpfulness eliminating all es re. The lowest rates of passage obtainable. A high standard of accommodation accommodation Bn ail classes.. Apply to mmi h .r#\wîrtW sMmàammMsmk "17 Bay Street (Elgin 3471) Toronto b;:, " thz man to see is your local agent» me again ? Sylvia nodded. "Yes. I suspect he arose early for that especial purpose," purpose," Deucedly mysterious, this Chinese, thought Morley. Only last night, he had been propositioning him. Now, this morning, he had gone to Sylvia Ames. What double game was he playing ? , Morley asked bluntly, "Going to let me in on the secret?" Sylvia smiled. "Why not! Perhaps you can continua. where Mr. Lon left off. He had gotten to the point where he wanted to bargain with me when we were interrupted. As to you, he pointedly hinted that you are interested in some pearls Mr. Ellis Ellis possesses. He--" "Nice young man, Mr. Lon!" Morley Morley said grimly. Sylvia went on, still smiling. "He hinted that you are a clever jewel thief, and that one of the ship's officers officers works with you." Morley gasped. So Phil Lon had jumped to the conclusion, after hearing hearing Morley's talk with the purser, that that officer was working hand in hand with him ! "Go on," he said. "Your story is getting interesting." "Mr, Lon suggested that he might- foil. your wicked machinations. Of course, he wasn't thinking of dong it gratis." "What was his price?" "He was just getting around to that when Mr. Van Doering interrupted interrupted us," said Sylvia. Morley stopped walking and faced her squarely. "Sylvia, tell me--who are you? What is all this to you?' Why should Lon come to you about Ellis' pearls --bargain with you ?" She became evasive. "Mr. Ellis is an old friend of mine. So I suppose Lon chose to approach Mr. Ellis through me." That was all Morley could get, out of her. He finally gave up, but asked her to breakfast with him. "Sorry," she said, watching his face obliquely- "Carl Van Doering this time." • Morley lingered long over h.s breakfast, then went in search of Phil Lon. whose stateroom was in the same passageway as his own. There was no response, however, to his knock. He met a steward. "Seen Mr. Lon about?" ■ "No, sir. Mr. Van Doering was looking for him, too, a bit ago." .Morley went up the companion- way. So Van Doering was getting chummy with Lon. He frowned. Everybody was chummy with the Chinese. As he approached the smoking room, he heard loud, angry voices. He recognized the shrill tones of Lon. then Van Deering's voice. You 9 !! LIKE their nutty, slightly salty 'Fiawor CàrMiete Biscuits "Obérés a Christie Biscuit For every taste Above the two, a third man was pleading, "Gentlen ien! Please!" Morley pushed ii 1 * 0 the room. Van Doering, his face crimson, had seized the little Chinese an d was shaking him wrathfully. "You blasted little scandal-monger! scandal-monger! You'll pry into my affairs, will you?" Van Doering rasped. Lon's eyes were wide with fright. "I wasn't prying--" "Liar! If I ever catch you spying on me again, I'll--" A steward and an officer pushed in between the two men. "Please! Gentlemen !" Van Doering shook them off savagely. savagely. His huge fist shot forward, hut Lon nimbly dodged. Van Doering was after him again. The Chinese ducked behind Morley, and Van Doering pulled short. Morley smiled at him. "Cool off," he suggested. "After all, Lon is just a little fellow." Abruptly, Van Doering stepped back, his face paling. "Sorry--I forgot myself. But that stupid fool--" He broke off and sank into a chair. Morley turned to find that Phil Lon had disappeared. He shrugged, -and walked out to the deck. Here was another riddle. Why had Van Doering attacked Lon? What "affairs" had the Chinese been prying prying into? Nasty temper, Van Doering's. Like Richard Stell's. Morley grimaced. Those two tempers had clashed last night over Rennie Stoll- He leaned against the rail, staring out over the swirling waters. A storm was coming up. There was an ominous ominous haze in the northeast. And, unless he was very much mistaken, there was a storm brewing brewing aboard ship, too. There was John Ellis, alias Brandon, and his pearls and trade pact. Then, Stell and his bitterness. Van Doering having words with Stell over Rennie Stell. Then, there was Sylvia, dark and lovely and desirable. Where did she fit into this crazy puzzle ? And Phil Lon? What of his own position? He had tried to reason with John Ell s. had tried vainly to represent himself under under his true colors, but the man had called him a fraud, a fake. Screwy, all of it. Morley took out his pipe, and began began filling it. He grinned to himself. himself. Screwy or not, he was in lovo with his assignment. By mid-afternoon, tile China Star was heading into the storm. It was a veritable gale. Morley stood at a window of the lounge, watching. The waves were mountainous, hurling themselves against the ship and, by the minute, darkness increasing. The Worst was to come. Morley left the lounge and went to his stateroom. He wanted to bo nearer the home of John Ell's during during this storm. One never knew what might happen, and he Was responsible responsible for the man's safe passage. The storm was raging. Morlfey's stomach seemed to rise and fall With the ship. He could hear the pounding pounding of the sea, the whistling of the wind. His porthole was a patch of blackness. Suddenly, above the wail of the wind and the roar of the storm, he heard a muffled cry--a cry for help ! He stiffened. It came again- It was a man's cry, coming from some nearby nearby stateroom! Morley leaped to his bag, jerked it open. He fumbled inside for his automatic. The gun in his hand, he flung his door open, and bounded out of his cabin. Other doors in the passageway passageway burst open. He saw Sylvia's white face, Phil Lon's yellow one, Stell's ugly one, and Van Doering's handsome one. Down the passageway, John Ellis' door was ajar. It was from that room that the cries were coming ! (TO BE CONTINUED) Save The Trees The best known grove of big Douglas firs is that which lies on the Island Highway between Cameron Cameron Lake qnd Alberni. These Cathedral Cathedral Trees, as they have been called, called, never fail to thrill anyone who passes through them. More than one government has promised that they will be preserved. . But governments come and go and nothing is done. Mr. Pattullo cannot celebrate his confirmation in power' in a* better or more lasting way than by definite and immediate arrang to save these trees from destruction. --Vancouver Province. ■ "What the statesmen of the world need behind them is an arous dignant, articulate public that demands peace." --Richard E. Byrd. Issue No. 29--*37 B--2 AIDS 'digestion, imMm gsgS-f .;(W ; -M.CvXvX. i*| »• ESI 111® FRESHING V- PyV Household Science By SUSAN FLETCHER O- o 1 '"tv ^ SÊM llltl SSKli igpil 1 1$ : sMiiii fplifflf Uls ÊÊ&tm il* le* A Warm Weather Dessert The torrid days of July and August demand salads--crisp and cool, and to round out the menu, a, cool, attractive dessert is necessary. The following recipe has proven to be a family favor.tc--it not only looks delicious and appetizing, but has that palate-tantalizing tang which is so appreciated when the temperature hovers around 90 degrees degrees in the shade. JelEed Fruit 1 Pkge. quick-setting orange jelly powder .1 cup warm water 1 cup fruit juices and cold water 1 apple, pared and diced 1 cup canned pineapple, drained and sliced 4 tablespoons sugar 6 cherries, seeded and chopped % teaspoon salt. Dissolve jelly powder in warm water. Add fruit juices and cold water. Chill. Combine fruits, sugar and salt. Arrange in sherbet glasses. When jelly is slightly thickened, pour over fruits. Chill until firm. Serves 6. Two Imtereslmg.Bread 'Recipes If you feel ambitious in the first cool hours of the morning, you might try baking either of the following breads--they're delicious : Peanut Butter Bread '2 cups flour 4 'teaspoons baking powder / 1 teaspoon salt 4 tablespoons sugar 114 cups milk j 2-3 cup peanut butter. Method:--Sift dry ingredients, Add milk to peanut butter and blend until until peanut butter is smooth; add to dry ingredients and beat. Bake in a well-greased loaf pan in a moderate oven, 350 degrees). J'. 45 to 50 minutes. minutes. This is . • Better if not served until at least one day old. Buttermilk Bread 4 cups flour i,4 teaspoon salt V/sa teaspoons sugar 1 teaspoon soda 2 teaspoons cream of tartar 1 egg beaten 1% cups buttermilk. Method -.--Sift together the dry ingredients,' ingredients,' add mixed egg and buttermilk buttermilk and mix well. Bake in a well- greased loaf in moderate oven, degrees' F., about 45 minutes. Whipped Cream Biscuits 2 cups sifted flour 4 teaspoons .baking powder 1 teaspoon salt 1 cup whipping cream. Method:---Sift together flour, baiting baiting powder and salt. Whip the cream and mix lightly with dry ingredients. Pat to desired thickness on a floured board. Cut with biscuit cutter. Bake in a 400-degree F. oven 12 to .15 minutes. minutes. No more noisy weddings will bo tolerated in Honeymoon City, alias Niagara Falls, declares the chief of police. The "big roar" will hereafter hereafter have a monopoly on noise-making.--Stratford noise-making.--Stratford Beacon-Herald. 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