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The Colborne Express (Colborne Ontario), 21 Apr 1938, p. 2

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THE COLBORNE EXPRE^OLBORNE, ONT., APRIL 21, 1938 Of Special InteresI to Women Readers THE TEA THAT IS NEVER Insipid, Change to UPTON'S OuM-9&utouA£d TEA Red Label 33c H Orange Label 3! Yellow Label 40c Jalb. For Premium List of Wm.Rogers & Son Silverplate write Thos. J. Lipton Ltd., 43 Front K.Toronto. THE AVENGER by Walter Fordcr PROLOGUE The tableaux curtains of the Or-pheum Theatre descending like a sweeping cloud, stemmed the tumult of noise from the applauding audience and the fanfaring orchestra. ?!he performer on the stage never moved from the dazzling spot lights, but as he bowed to the plaudits, he decreased marvellously in height. Wriggling his shoulders and concerting his body with movements like those of an Eastern dancer, he appeared to shrivel and diminish; uncanny and not at all pleasing to watch, yet Mysticus was a great magnet of receipts for the box office. Billed as the 'man who grows before your eyes," he manipulated his body, muscles, and joints, puzzling the medical world and delighting the patrons-of variety entertainments. "Stand by, sir, for a 'call',"' shouted the stage manager from his board ©f electrical signal switches. Upward swept the mighty curtains, permitting the roar of applause and then down again to comparative silence. Mysticus moved slowly and somewhat wearily from the stage; American vaudeville was much harder than the British idea of it, and he was dead tired. Three shows a day tested his powers of endurance, but strengthened his balance at the bank. "Guy in your room, Mysticus!" called out an attendant, as he scuttled by with a piece of scenery. y or a set oT new band parts." Voice In The Dark Continuing down the corridor the performer threw open a door and peered around. There was no waiting visitor; he laughed. "Jim." A husky voice startled him, and from a hanging cluster of costumes a small, and furtive figure, emerged blinking into the light. "Bill--?" The other stared for a second, then gripping the little man's shoulders added softly, so softly, that it was like a caress. "At last!" "Expecting me, Jim?" There was a pathetic note in the fellow's husky "I've been on this tour for fifteen weeks and every night I've expected you; it's good to see you. Why did you hide, what sort of stuff do you think brothers are made of?" "I felt I ought to drop out of mother's life and yours after that spell of the Big House. But seeing your name on the bills gave me a hankering for the old life and home. Jim, I want to break away from this life; racketeering can be pretty low down." The performer smiled happily. "And I knew I'd hear you say that, too. Well, what's preventing you, Bill? Turn over a new leaf and start right in with me." "They won't let me--Razzini and his gang; they're after me now." "Won't let you?" "Daren't, they fear what I know. But somehow, Jim, I've got to get Mysticus thrust his brother down in a chair. "See now, make yourself easy while I change. Let's have PAIN ACROSS KIDNEYS! VOU may prolong life by taking the advice of a famous physician, which is: "Keep the kidneys in good order, avoid too much meat, salt, alcohol or tea." Drink plenty of pure Issue No. 17--'38 as much of the story as you care to tell--or tell me nothing, I don't mind. You're coming back to England" with me. I'll smuggle you out as my assistant and baggage man." The younger man's eyes brightened with a light of hope, then instantly froze again into dull darkness, for he glimpsed a slowly moving door reflected in the make-up mirror. Silently and fascinated, like one cowed by continual horror, he waited and watched. The door opened slowly and almost treading upon one another's heels three men entered. "Stick 'em up!" Almost whispered, the words had the effect of turning the music-hall artiste round with a flash, the other with ashen face held his arms unsteadily above his head. Muffled Explosion "What's this-?" blurted out Mysticus, stumbling backwards over his fallen chair. "Who are-1" "Silence you!" one of the three intruders rasped. "We want this guy." "Want him? Then you can't have him. He's my brother, and I speak for him now; he's through with such scum." "Scum?" The oveicoated man sniggered. "You gotta tune up your tongue, you painted slouch." "Hurry, hurry." The muttered admonition came from one of the^two """'WeTtTTt- comes to this," said the first man, addressing his cowering prey staring wide-eyed and dry-lipped from the men to his brother: "we ain't got no room for fellers that do us a get-away and we're through with you----" "Plop!" A pistol spat through the overcoat pocket. The victim crumpled and fell without a cry. "Plop!" again a muffled explosion as the performer, Mysticus, leapt forward; he twisted and fell; the two brothers lay silent on the dressing-room floor. One of the trio opened the door, admitting the distant blare of an orchestra and rumble of applause; glacing up and down the corridors he signalled with his head that the coast was clear. CHAPTER ONE SHADOWED "Do you believe in spirits?" Frank Digby peered across the breakfast table at Maxton Hunter with undisguised anxiety. "I like a spot of rum in my gruel when I have a cold; but I detest cocktails." Hunter's banter was intentional, for he saw that his caller's nerves were jangling. "Please, I'm in earnest; I mean ghosts--spirits." "No, Digby, most emphatically I do not." "But, Hunter, I've seen one; I've seen two, but one of them is an animal. Honestly, I've been in fear of losing my reason. After last night I determined to come straight on to you. You're the sanest man I know." Hunter smiled in whimsical acknowledgment of the compliment. "Let me feel your pulse," he continued, jestingly. It was a trick to grip the wrist of the unnerved man to communicate his own steady frame of mind. His cool, firm fingers closed round the other's wrist and almost instantly the agitation quietened. The prelude to this had been the somewhat gusty arrival of the visitor, and shortly before nine o'clock an insistent buzzing of the door bell had rudely broken the morning procedure of Mrs. Turie, Hunter's housekeeper, a lady of prim and precise method's. An all night journey in the train from remote Norfolk had not improved Digby's appearance, and the old lady snorted at the eccentricity of her master's visitors. A cup of coffee and a cigarette had helped to soothe his nerves, and not until then did Hunter invite the details and reason of his concern-"Now tell me all about your spi t-ualistic encounters," he invited. It's Haunted "To begin at the beginning," Digby, "you know that on the del of my uncle, Sir Riley BeechJ I herited his house in Norfolk, 'Ov Croft.' A pretty gloomy old; she but to me a blessing after tei y< wandering overseas. ElizsKetl ivied and all the rest of it; rjianl I s'pose you'd call it. One n( still pesters me to sell; that' the way. And of course the place haunted." "Why 'of course'?" intefrpos Hunter. "Well, these old mansions genera ly are, seems to be part of thei make-up. It's an awful uncanny oh corner, you know, perched on the cliff's edge at Wintersea, which is as much off the map as Iceland. I've also apparently inherited my uncle's old housekeeper, who delights to gloat over all the horrors she can discover; a regular old ghoul." "That's peculiar," suggested Hunter. "Not when you know her. Mts. Barlow is a bit of undiluted h herself, she simply wallows details; you see, she's lived at Croft' for twenty-five years an my word to hear the old creature rumble on you'd think she had a soft place in her heart for the spooks that wander about its corridors and "They don't frighten her, then?" "Scare her? Not much, why, she's a veritable time-table on what's going to happen." Hunter smiled and nodded as his friend rattled on. "My uncle never really lived for any length of time, but ai to have kept the place on for the love of it, and Mrs. Barlow and her husband have been installed all the time as caretakers. Occasionally during the shooting season he'd make up a party, but they were mostly friends and roughed it to a certain extent; Mrs. Barlow's cooking can be pretty terrible, I can tell you! i "At any rate, a little over a month ago, I took up residence therei I found neglect and disrepair everywhere, and I had precious little funds to make the place brighter; the estate, together with a few small-holdings, being the extent of my inheritance. Still, I tried what modern furniture and re-decoration would do, had the telephone put in, and tried to make the best of matters. But heavens! What a time I've hul --and last night capped it ai JslketfTiiV-yVenm away. ■ iff what it comes to." "You haven't told me why?" "It's hard to start explaining such a matter--it's--it's a combination of Guy Cranston, my uncle--or his spirit--and old Shageen." Among Spiritualists "See here," interposed Hunter, "you're bolting ahead. Do not think that because I amuse myself by daring to be a criminologist and a private investigator (which is a nice way of saying I have a keen nose for probing into other people's business) do not fall into the error, I say, that I am a full-blown detective. Now what do you mean? Who's Cranston and who's 'Old Shageen?' Take Cranston first, is he material or a "Cranston's a spiritualistic medium. He lives in Wintersea near my place in a little freakish cottage on the cliffs. He's undoubtedly genuine, I mean, he believes in his work; fancies he really can get in touch with departed spirits." "Well, how does that distress you, Digby? You haven't been indulging in spiritualistic seances, have you?" "Lord no! This chap called on me at Wintersea; said he knew my uncle, and he's been my only acquaintance. If it hadn't been for Guy Cranston I'd have cleared out sooner." "Then you spoke of your uncle --or 'his spirit.' And 'Old Shageen.' Who on earth is he--or she?" Terror leapt into Digby's eyes as the last name was mentioned, and he faltered, "It's neither, it's a dog." (To Be Continued) launting in the it 'Owl's ind 'pon Howlers Prize Errors Picked From Examination Papers What is a rhetorical question? It Is when a lot of questions are asked and there is no answer to it. For example: What has the Prime Minister been doing all these years? An antidote Is a funny story you have heard before. What is a comma? A comma is something a medium falls into. Ladies should always take tea in their hats when visiting for a short A spa is a place where people drink bath water. The Great Plague was a very serious illness which began with a swelling under the arm and spread all over Europe. The Australians are very fond of the boomerang, which carries its young in a bag outside its stomach. The Season (or MAPLE SYRUP When the early settlers came to this continent, they found the Indians making a delicious sugar from the sap of the maple tree. Very soon they too began using this native sweet and have improved on the quality and methods of production A record season for the maple syrup industry was expected when the sap first started to run, but the warm weather in the latter part of March proved a set-back. However, the recent change in weather has started the production again, and the general outlook is much better. Don't count on too liberal supplies, however, get your supply of maple syrup as soon as you can. Canada, of course, leads in the production of this exclusively North American treat, sc it's almost a tradition in many homes in this country to serve it when it first arrives on the market. Pancakes and maple syrup are an old story so we are suggesting some additional ways in which to utilize this delicious "native" product. Maple Butterscotch Pie 4 tablespoons sugar V2 cup cornstarch % teaspoon salt 1 cup maple syrup Wi cups milk, scalded 2 egg yolks, slightly beaten 4 tablespoons butter 1 teaspoon vanilla 2 egg whites 4 tablespoons sugar 1 baked 9-inch pie shell Mix together sugar, cornstarch, and salt. Add syrup gradually, stirring to a smooth paste. Add to scalded milk in top of double boiler, stirring constantly until mixture thickens. Then cook 10 minutes, stirring occasionally. Pour a small amount over egg yolks, stirring vigorously. Return to remaining mixture in double boiler and cook 3 minutes longer. Remove from fire, add butter and vanilla, and cool. For meringue, beat egg whites until foamy throughout. Add sugar, 2 tablespoons at a time, beating after each addition, continue beating until mixture will stand in peaks; turn cooled pie filling into pie shell. Pile meringue lightly on top. Bake In moderate oven (350 deg. F.) 15 minutes, or until delicately browned. Log Cabin Rice Pudding 3% cups milk 1 cup rice % teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons butter Vi cup maple syrup Scald 2 cups milk in double boiler. Add rice and salt and steam 45 minutes, stirring occasionally. Heat remaining milk; add to rice and continue steaming 30 minutes, or until rice is tender, stirring occasionally. Remove from boiler heater, add butter and syrup. Serve hot with additional Maple Syrup. Serves 8. Maple Syrup Sweet Potatoes 6 cooked sweet potatoes Laura Wheeler Jiffy-Crochet Spells Beauty for Your Table! tllFFY CROCHETED DOILIES PATTERN 1669 In jiffy-crochet in three handy sizes, these handsome doilies are grand for luncheon sets. Work them in four strands of string, using a large hock. Pattern 1669 contains directions for making a 6, 13 and 18 inch doily; illustrations of them and of stitches; materials required; photograph of a Send 20 cents in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern to Wilson Needlecraft Dept., 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. Write plainly Pattern Number, your Name and Address. Cheese Pastries Prove Delicious A delicious little after-dinner savory can be served even by the single-handed hostess. The pastries should be prepared beforehand and put in the oven when the last of the dinner courses is taken from it. Roll it out thinly, sprinkle with Parmesan or other grated cheese with a strong flavor, fold in three and roll out again. Cut in shapes and brush with beaten egg, seasoned with salt and pepper. Serve hot as they come from the oven. Tears Cost Money Tears cost a lot of money in Hollywood. In the first place, it takes quite a time to indice a satisfactory flow, and time is worth dollars in the film studios. In the second place, complete "remake-up" of an actress is necessary after every "cry". And, thirdly, the emotional strain, actresses claim, leaves them with such a "hang over" that they are unable to work he following day. The film is held up--but wages are paid just the same. with Wrigley's Gum. Keep your teeth white, breath sweet, by using healthful Wrigley's Guftt daily--a* millions do. The children also love the delicious refreshing flavor of Wrigley's Double Mint. Take some home today. c%4t AAAAAAAAAAA 4 tablespoons butter % cup maple syrup Cut sweet potatoes in halves lengthwise and place in greased baking dish. Do-; with butter and pour syrup over them. Bake in hot oven (400 deg. F. i I hour, basting frequently until potatoes are done. Serves 6. Maple Syrup Fried Mush 1% cups yellow corn meal 3 teaspoons salt 5% cups water % cup maple syvup Combine corn meal, salt, and 1 cup water in upper part of double boiler, and mix well. Add remaining water and syrup, and < ock over direct heat until mixture thickens, stirring constantly. Place over hot water, cover closely, and cook 2 hours longer. Turn into loaf pan which has been wet with cold water. Let stand over, night or until thoroughly cold and firm; turn from pan, slice in % inch slices, dip in flour, and saute in well-greased skii:et, turning to brown both sides. Serve with butter and additional maple syrup. Serves 6. A Thanksgiving Lord, for the erring thought Not unto evil wrought; Lord, for the wicked will Betrayed and baffled still; For the heart from itself kept; Our Thanksgiving accept! For ignorant hopes that were Broken to our blind prayer; For pain, death, sorrow-sent Unto our chastisement; For all loss of seeming good: --William Dean 1™ wells; British railways are using old railway coaches in highway tourist camps. ma plans to ship 3,200,000 tons ! to other countries this year. COULD HARDLY CLOSE HANDS Had Rheumatism and Neuritis from Rheumatism and Neuritis," writes Mr. W. J. Tracy of Toronto. "I could hardly walk hands. After taking Fruitatives four days the swelling left my hands and knees. I could climb stairs and ladder. 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