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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., OCTOBER 28, 1948 The new orange-coloured boxes which have recently been adopted for SALADA TEA BAGS mark the return in tea-bag form to our FINEST ORANGE PEKOE QUALITY at no increase in the list price. SALADA TEA COMPANY OF CANADA, LIMITED THE SYLVESTER DIAMOND By BLANCHE ROBERTS CHAPTER I. An attractive young woman, neatly clad in a dark suit, dived in among the 5 o'clock home-goers on the street and walked along briskly without a backward glance, head erect, eyes aiert. She managed without much effort to stay in the crowd that clustered the sidewalk. A moment later there was a great commotion in front of the big department store she had just left. There were shouts, police whistles and running feet. The noise behind her ,grew fainter until there was no sound of it-only the usual hubbub of a crowded Los Angeles street. At the next intersection she hailed a passing cab and got in. "That was a narrow escape, Honey Monroe," she said to herself. "If they had seen your face or detected you in any way, you would be a marked woman by now, or maybe on your way to the jail." "Joe is going to be wild with anger when he hears about the purse being snatched today." A soft chuckle escaped her throat as if she enjoyed the prospect of seeing him consumed with fury when he heard the news. "But it was the perfect opportunity for me. Just what I h; ' been helping--waiting for these many weeks." She left the cab in front of a large apartment hotel which overlooked the Pacific Ocean and walk-id quickly inside to the elevator. "Hello, Miss Monroe," greeted the elevator boy with a ready smile as she stepped into the lift. "Hello, Sonny," she said in her usual gay voice and handed him a new silver dime. "Here you are. Looks like this dime-saving business is getting to be a habit with me, too. I just can't spend them any more. They stick in my purse. Answer to Last Week's Puzzle ufjcj qhbbb '1 ' 1 HBH H0HCJ <s*9 bqei mm® aaa ejd ^ US HQGHIOJ >i hhqbh ana mmm hbqb .losraoraii aaciHE JSHfiSHB EUBIlBBIZffiii mimu anoLiiiBE How much does that make yoi "Twelve dollars and 50 cents," he beamed, pocketing the coin gingerly. "Gee, Miss Monroe, with you giving me a dime every time you get in the elevator I'll have the $50 in no time. I've just been saving them two months." "You never did tell me what you were saving thp dimes for, Sonny," she hinted, eyes glowing like gorgeous jewels beneath the perky little hat that set over her red-gold "I want to spend a week in one of the resort hotels and be somebody important for a while," he explained "I see." She spoke thoughtfully and as the door slid open she stepped out. "I think you have the right idea, Sonny, and I'm all for it." An overly plump colored maid opened the door to her ring, "Any calls, Hilda?" Honey asked breathlessly as she entered. "Mr. Danburne called about 4 this afternoon. He said he'd call "Not important," she remarked lightly. "How come?" inquired the maid with a knowing grin. "You-all can't fool me none. You two is jest like this," and she held two fingers together. "He comes to see you every night and phones every day." She rolled her eyes. "Well, maybe it is just a little important," Honey amended, dropping to a chair and reaching for the cigarette box. ,She extracted one carelessly, but before she could light it Hilda handed her a cellophane "These came." "Orchids!" exclaimed Honey smiling, and lifted the card out. "Looks like my boy friend really is a mite fond of .me, doesn't it?" "It shore does. You gets flowers every day, too." When Hilda had returned to the kitchen Honey tiptoed quickly to the china clock over the fireplace. She turned back the minute hand 15 minutes. From her bedroom a moment later she called: "Hilda, see what time it is, "It's 5 o'clock, Miss Honey," said the maid after looking at the living room clock. "Five oclock?" called Honey in be i: t the t "Ye; Answer to This Puzzle Will Appear Next Week Quickly she locked the door of the room and pulled out the confiscated handbag and held it tenderly for just a moment, eyes sparkling with' anticipation. Then, holding her breath, she snapped the lock and it fell open, and, turning it upside down, she emptied the contents on the bed. As a dark blue velvet box came tumbling out she took a deep breath and grabbed for the small parcel with eager hands. Springing the catch, the lid popped open to reveal a blue-white diamond whose size and fire were breath-taking as the light fell on it. The gem twinkled up at her in all its bright glory. "Oh!" she gasped softly, awed. "It's beautiful." Without pausing for a second glance, she dropped it back in the purse and gathered up the rest of the contents. Then she tucked the bag between the mattress and the springs of her bed, smoothing the bedspread out to leave no telltale marks for : critical .ye. Moving swiftly after that, she took four more dimes and went out into the hall. When the elevator came up in response to her ring she held out the pieces of silver to the boy. His eyes fairly danced for a second, then clouded. "Here are a few more dime*, Sonny, that I just found. They should help the trip along some, don't you think?" "Gee, Miss Monroe," he said shaking his head regretfully. "I can't take all those." "How about doing me a favor, Sonny? Be sure to tell Mr. Danburne the exact time 1 got in this afternoon if he asks." "Sure, Miss Monroe. But I forgot to look at the clock." "Hilda said it was five o'clock. Will you remember?" "You bet 1 will. I'd do anything for you. Everybody in the hotel With a feeling of deep contentment and security, Honey returned to her apartment just as the telephone rang. "Hello? Miss Monroe speaking." The voice at the other end was masculine and frantic. "I've got to see you right away. Before night." "You sound al1 excited, Joe," she said, and though her voice held just the right'amount of concern, her face was bright with a grin that gave hint to the fact that she was well pleased "What is it?" "Can't tell you now. I'm coining right up." "But we have a date at eight, Joe," she reminded him quickly. "I was-just going to resf a bit. Can't-" "No--can't wait." His words were clipped in his haste to get them out. "Send Hilda cut for something when 1 get there. 1 must talk with you alone. At once." There was a click as he hung up abruptly and she was given nc further opportunity to delay his coming. For a moment, anger took hold of her in a tight grip. Never before had anyone, much less a man, hung up the receiver in her face and she was furious to have it happen to her "The ne'rve of Joe Danburne," she exclaimed aloud, her pretty eyes flaming. "Who does he think he is? And who does he think he is talking to?" But as she realized the true significance of his words and why he was so upset, all anger left her and she forgave him. She stood up. She knew he would be at the apartment in less than ten minutes. And ten minutes was a short time in which to accomplish a great deal. She darted over to the mantel, made sure that Hilda was not watching, and ran the clock up fifteen minutes--the correct time to dot. By that alibi might hang her fate. (To be Continued) Clouds, Trees and Hills--In the distance is seen the eastern ridge of the Beaver Valley--which is also the back of the Blue Mountains which face Collingwood. In the foreground is seen a bit of the old Indian trail known as Hurontario St. hronicles %ingerEa»m o/ Gwtvdolitve P. Clarke The day is rough and chilly, with a high wind battering at the doors and windows. But it is warm, cheery and comfortable where we are, sitting in front of the living-room fire, with big chunks of wood blazing and crackling in the fire basket. Partner is listening to a baseball game. I am just sitting . . and thinking . . and sometimes writing--and not listening at all. Maybe you think that is impossible--but it isn't for me, for the simple reason that I don't understand the first thing about baseball so the running commentary doesn't bother me at all. Now if it were hockey -- that would be another matter. Another thing I am doing is yawning--and I feel I am entitled to. You see 1 took the early morning train to the city and returned on what we call "the midnight". That is one train that is nearly always late and Friday night was no exception so that it was 2:30 a.m. before I reached home. And in the city it had rained the whole day long! I paddled damply around from one place to another- and every time I felt like getting mad 1 said to myself--"Now, you stop grousing--just think how much good this rain will do the wheat--to say nothing of the hydro." So 1 listened to my conscience with at ast an assump- Entirely new! 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But the line was busy when 1 tried to phone her so I came out of the booth and was looking over some bargains in stockings--1 was in a department store--when a voice behind me said --"Now what are you buying?" I looked up and there was my sister! No wonder they say truth is stranger than fiction. It doesn't seem-possible that among the thousands of shoppers that were in the city that day the two of us should meet, without any previous planning, at the same time and place. Presently I went on with my shopping, and do you know, I found that suits and dresses are now comparatively reasonable in price. And oh, the dress goods--they were simply lovely. Generally speaking, 1 am not awfully interested in dress but there was something about the soft colorful materials that day that made me feel I would like a bottomless purse and a good dressmaker to make up anything I felt like taking home. But believe it or not, all I bought were shoes and stockings for myself and underwear for Partner! How's that for self-discipline? After that 1 went to a show-- "Luxury Liner." That kept me away from temptation--incidentally out of the rain. 1 enjoyed the show-- Jany Powell is a great little actress. In the evening my sister and' 1 went to a meeting of the Canadian Author's Association. The speaker was W. O. Mitchell. Maybe you have read his book--"Who Has Seen the Wind?"--an intriguing title and a book to remember. And you probably know that Mr. Mitchell is now fiction editor of MacLean's Magazine. I know some readers of this column are interested in writing so you will like to know that Mr. Mitchell assured us that, while all MSS are read, those sent in by Canadians, especially independently --that is, not througl an agent-- are give special atteirion. The question was asked--"Who writes the better love stories--men or women?" Mr. Mitchell pondered over that one! At last he said-- "I'm not sure--but 1 do know we publish more stories by men because women have no shame when it comes to writing love stories." That was a little hard to take but I am afraid it is true. Haven't you read books and stories that have made you turn to the title page because, from the subject matter, you could hardly believe they were written by a woman? Mr. Mitchell said a goed artist should use restraint-leave something to the imagination of the reader. 1 ask you, how much does the modern writer leave to reader imagination? Very little, J would say, sometimes nothing at all. How Can I? By Anne Ashley . Q. Can window shades be washed A. Yes, the majority of them can be washed satisfactorily by placing them flat on a table or the floor, with several newspapers beneath,, and using tepid v. ter and mild soap, applying with a small brush. Hang the shades in place to dry, but of course leave them drawn full length until absolutely dry. Q. 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