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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT,, AUG. '4, 1938 Of Special Interest to Women Readers THE AVENGER by Walter Forder ON WRECKER'S HILL In the deserted house the search continued from room to room. Prying, peering, and where necessary forcing and breaking. Secret after secret was disclosed. Deep in the cellars lay a bulky stock of illicit whiskey, ready for transportation by road, and there too, they came upon the dressing room for the man and the ho'Jnd, with its pots ot luminous paint. High up in the look-out tower the mechanism was stopped after a ifcrief examination; at hand lay field and night glasses and a powerful telescope. The sergeant peered out towards the sea and an exclamation broke from his lips. Suddenly through the wrack of storm clouds a yellow moon break and illuminated the countryside. "Look here, sir," he exclaimed, "what's your opinion of that?" By his side, Hunter followed the indicating finger. For generations a hillock of the sand dunes, which rose up, had borne an evil name. It was called Wrecker's Hill, and upon it Cruel Coppinger, the pirate and wrecker, so they said, had lured to destruction many a brave ship, and the spot was haunted. A dominating note of the countryside, it commanded all about like an ancient British earthwork. The Gibbet Outlined Deserted always, it now arrested their gaze. A figure stood on its crown waving long and ungainly They strained their eyes, for the moon although a great orange disc gave little light by reason of the scurrying clouds. It was the figure of a tall man lifting his arms and addressing somethin higher than himself. "What is it?" rumbled the sergeant. "Look to me like our friend, Cranston." "Jove, you're right, sir; but what's he doing out there?" As though to help their puzzled eyes a cloud cleared from the and a flitting_beamJli-nnJhe a tanging post towered above ' But its sinister outline was bulked with something else, for from the extended arm there swung another figure, bulky and lumpy. Its head had dropped forward and it swayed in the wind. -The sergeant rubbed his eyes. The events of the night descended ■pon him like a deluge. His brain, trained by long years of routine and jrocedtne. was Jjlujje&jnd he jtai-ed blankly, a victim to mental indigestion. "There goes the last victim," said Hunter in a constrained voice. "'You mean that he's got Ben- i I'n satly i s tak- en, the swinging figure is Benson, the last of the trio." Solemnly across the night came the deep baying of a hound and the slightly luminous figure of a big dog leapt from hillock to hillock saying and snarling in its rage. Cranston turned, they saw him plainly, to face the dog. Dog At His Throat With a last howl the great animal sprang at the throat of the exulting "Quick," cried Hunter, "that's Benson's hound; he'll tear the life from the Scarecrow; we can't afford to lose him." He raced down the long stairway with the sergeant panting hard behind him. The rank and file of the police, not to be outdone in. such a matter, decided to follow rather than face the terrors of that house. P. C. Bright brought up carefully in the rear, a point he always selected in all such affairs as enabling him to observe more clearly every happening. It also placed him at an advantage should events reverse. Quick as they were, Cranston was quicker. They caught one fleeting glimpse of him battling with the hound with the superhuman strength with which he was gifted. Breathlessly they reached the hillock and paused at the sight of Benson swinging from the gallows. Beneath him the sand and grf were furrowed and torn struggle of the man and t Of the man there was no sign, but from the dark came the whimpering of the dog. "Poor old lad." Hunter petted him. "A decent dog is not expected to brave such affairs. Come, boy." He patted the hound, which lifted its muzzle and snuggled towards him, averting his gaze as a human being might have done, from the sight of his master. swinging and twisting in the night wind. Away in the village, inland, another scene was taking place that is worth while recording. The Last Name Mine host of the village inn was lighting his cronies off from their "sitting-in." Things had got to such a pass that every man went about after dark with a thick cudgel and a lantern. Moving away towards their cottage homes went the night's customers, with their lanterns swinging and bobbing in the distance of that stormy night like gigantic by the ! dog. Issue No. 32--'38 uul barring of all doors. His eye from its corner glance told him that a flitting shadow had mounted the short churchyard wall that faced his establishment. With hfs heart beating, he held aloft his own lantern, and there saw the scene which afterwards made him famous in the history o. Win-tersea as a teller of thrilling yarns Sprawling bat-like across the end of ill'.; l..ri<: wjji'.e tombstone, which already "bore the" names of the throe doomed men, he saw a tall-misshapen fellow stretch his arm and, with a sweeping movement, strike the last name through with a black The Fight At The Farm Grey Hill Farm, the queer, rambling and tumble-down building rented by Cranston, stood adjoining the highroad to Owl's Croft. It fitted its tenant to a nicety with its misshapen outbuildings and twisted chimneys, and it spraddled and sprawled in imitation of the Scarecrow. Following his appearance after the hanging of Benson on the Gibbet, guards were posted over the many avenues of escape. There were known secret passages in Owl's Croft, all of which were closely watched by police in hiding at points near their entrances. There were others in Benson's house and these, with the summer-house, and the cave entrance on the beach, all had their observers. Hunter and Digby elected to watch the Grey Hill Farm house. It was a depressing task for an active man like Hunter to crouch for hours in a muddy dyke, as a shelter from the piercing wind. He was sure that eventually Cranston would make for the last stronghold,.and there was nothing to do but watch and wait for the last homecoming of that remarkable creature. Wavering Voice The grim gallows had been removed and the lase remains of Benson lay awaiting the coroner's in-auest in an outhouse of the local Stepping out briskly, Digby made his way to the Gray Hill Farm, where he scrambled down into the dyke which sheltered Hunter. Hunter studied the grey sky and discussed the possibility of rain, a not cheerful thought. "Not, I think, whilst this wind continues," volunteered Digby. He paused and listened. From somewhere in the tract of land betwee* sue three houses Lords of the Open Road Sunlight falling across the hills-- The'old grey hills we love; Murmuring voice of a thousand rills, And the sailing clouds above; Who could wish for a fairer day? Shoulder the sacks, and we'll soon away, Up and out where the breezes Play, Lords of the Open Road. Sunset tints and the peeping And the valley road in sight; Saffron glow over ebon scars, And the sudden chill of night; Who can dream of the joy we Ruddily tanned, with hearts Carolling as we homeward go, Lords of the Open Road? --Donald Corrie, in "Chambers' Journal." COOLING DRINKS Ther i no c n the household; there ai with a special goodness for lin times and places. Coffee family favourite for breakfast Id dinner and also has its place ii formal and informal entertain-Tea needs no exposition of its e in entertaining. With choco-syrup in the refrigerator, you be ready to serve any number jjdelicious fountain drinks for the lldren though adults loye these f. Then there are fruit drinks llarly welcome as irst quenchers during the hot er days and so easy to make fresh frui KNITTED BOLERO SUIT PATTERN 1834: A knit bolero suit--first in the Fill fashion parade--easy to do! Pattern 1834 contains directions for making the bolero and a skirt an sizes 16-18 and 38-40; illustrations of jhem and of stitches; materials required.^ _ ......._eDt.. ^^trnf^fM^ae --, ...... which were being watched, Owl's Croft, the Benson Mansion, and Grey Hill Farm, there arose a thin wavering wail, and the words were repeated again and again, like a chant. The two men stiffened and were upon the alert at once. The queer monotonous chant maintained a steady repetition. "It's Cranston," gulped Digby. From over the misty field, the almost falsetto voice vied with the call of the gulls. "Listen, all you good men who are waiting in damp ditches to catch the Avenger. I have your superintendent here with a gun at the back of his head. Unless you go to your homes, you good keepers of the law, the pistol will fire." Somehow the Avenger had captured the superintendent. "Gosh," ejaculated Digby, "that's pretty slick work. I left the superintendent a minute ago at the old "Then we may depend upon it that Cranston has more funk-holes in this rabbit warren of a place than we know." Down the road came a blundering form: it was P.C. Bright in hot haste. He made towards Hunter and blurted: "D'yer hear that, sir. Did you 'ear wot that fiend is saying?" Poor P.C. Bright, who all his life had been so used to taking his orders from other people, did not know what to do now that authority in the absence of his superintendent left him in charge. It was the sudden and dramatic threat that took the whole party unawares, and left them unprepared for what followed. From the grey dun coloured land there presently arose the figure of the Scarecrow, again with a burden on his shoulder much as they had seen him last night; this time his victim was the bulky form of the police superintendent. His cap was off and his head lolled in a helpless fashion, as the Scarecrow raced across the stretch of land towards his in hot Stumbling from their hidden lairs came the figures of constables, and Hunter sprang from his hiding place and raced for the doorway of the Grey Hill Farm house, with him went Digby. It was a race between the Scarecrow and their party, but Hunter managed to gain the narrow gravelled path surrounding the house some ten yards ahead of the man fleeing with the burden. (To Be Continued) Doll-Sized Hat ForFallWear Paris Models Are Decked Like Nothing That Ever Was They say we are to wear doll-sized hats this autumn. And we see the Paris models, tiny and decked like nothing that ever was on sea Well, we may go loony in our gayer moments, but there are still a lot of hats that cover the head, are becoming even bo the not-so-beautiful, and are just good prati-cal stuff, and with a.lot of style, Trend Is Important Nevertheless, the trend toward tiny hats for autumn is important. And many of the doll hats being shown are exquisite and becoming to their wearers. Schiaparelli introduced these midget-sized chapeaux last April and they have "caught on," as most of this couturier's creations have a habit of doing. There are stylists who believe that the small hats will be worn by all women on every occasion, day and evening. They are being shown in every part of the fashionable world. ' Then there is the Watteau influence -- you know, the shallow" crowns, high in back, perched forward on the head with elaborate trimming of flowers, feathers, lace and ribbon. One such hat was swathed in veiling, with a "nest" of that diaphanous material containing birds. They come not only in the doll size, but berets and profile effects. Dogs More Careful Than Glamour Girls A dog star in the movies has to watch his diet like a glamour girl. He exercises oftener than the most bemuscled Tarzan. He enjoys a longer average popularity than human actors. This insight into the canine side of the cinema was given last week in Hollywood by Rud Weathervvax. He has developed many tail-wagging luminaries and new is handling Jeebie, a wirehair, working with Freddie Bartholomew and Judy Garland in "Listen, Darling." Jeebis has his own stand-in, Heebie, a six-month-old puppy. "Tourists Are Attracted By Something Different" novel beverages during the sum- ICED COFFOLATE 4 tablespoons ground coffee 2 squares unsweetened chocolate, cut in pieces 6 cloves 4 inch piece of stick cinnamon Dash of salt 4 cups milk 1 tablespoon flour 1 egg, well beaten Add coffee, chocolate, cloves, cinnamon, and salt to milk, and heat in double boiler until the chocolate is melted. Strain immediately. Combine flour and. sugar. Add liquid, cook 15 minutes, or until thickened, stirring constantly. Remove from fire, cool slightly, and pour over egg. Chill. Pour over cracked ice in tall glasses. Top with whipped cream if desired. Serves 4. ICED COFFEE Use iy2 heaping tablespoons of ground coffee for each cup (% pint) of water. Make by any, method desired. Pour freshly made hot coffee over cracked ice. The extra strength is necessary on account of the melting ice. (Left-over coffee makes an unsatisfactory beverage.) PARTY PUNCH 4 cups sugar 8 cups water Juice of 12 lemons 4 cups pineapple juice 2 cups canned crushed pineapple 24 maraschino cherries, quartered Orange and lemon slices 4 pints carbonated water Boil sugar and water together 10 minutes. Cool. Add fruit juice and crushed pineapple. Chill. Just before serving, add cherries, fruit slices, and carbonated water. Pour immediately over ice. Makes about 6 quarts punch. This may also be served in large punch bowl with a block (2 quarts) of orange ice. LOGANBERRYADE 1 cup sugar % cup water % cup loganberry juice Juice of 1 orange 2 tablespoons lemon juice % cup canned crushed pineapple cup strong tea__ -purr Boil sugar and water together 5 minutes. Add fruit juices, pineapple, and tea. Let stand 1 hour. Strain over cracked ice. Just before serving, add carbonated water and ginger ale. Garnish with thin slices of orange. Makes 1% quarts punch. SYRUP SAUCE 1 cup Bee Hive Golden or White Corn Syrup 1 egg 1 teaspoon butter 1 tablespoon St. Lawrence or Durham Corn Starch V* cup milk V2 teaspoon vanilla 1-8 teaspoon salt Dissolve corn starch in milk and add to beaten egg. Put all except vanilla in top of double boiler. Mix well and cook over hot water until thick enough. Stir frequently. Take from fire and add vanilla. Nice for children, especially over corn starch, rice cottage pudding, etc. Hair Brushed Up May Stay Smart Many Refuse the New Coiffure Nov/; But Future Likely To Change Picture Hats raise the curtain on the very advanced fall news while midsummer is here. The next hat a woman buys will be of felt, velvet or plush; on the shelf go her straws to wait the winter sun in warmer climates or 1939' It Looks Young Two things one must be prepared for: higher crowns and a forward tilt. Both are a bit of a concession to hair, today's upstart in the fashion world. Is hair going up to stay? Or is this just a beau geste? One can but recall the endless discussions about the bob. How firmly women declared: "I'll never cut my hair," only to succumb within the next few months or the next year. And then the bob swept the feminine half of the world. Now one hears: "It makes me look old to put my hair up"--this from the lips even of the very young. But history has been known to repeat itself. Hair worn high may once again look young,-because the young do it that way. Laborers of Japan are protesting that wages have not increased with mounting living costs. Ontario People Are Urged To Keep Their Individuality When Entertaining Visitors From Across the Border Tourists want, something different from their r.atiie localities and so Ontario people should retain the individuality of the province instead of emule.ti.ig the United States, Bart G. Sullivan, director of the Provincial Travel and Publicity Bureau, said last week in an address at LeamiagMn. Mr. Sullivan urged that the Canadian individuality be kept prominent. With inferior highways to the highways of On:a.-io, the Province -of Quebec is a popular tourist attraction becaf.se U:.e people there afford an atmosphere that is unique to the tourist, especially in the use of the French language, he said. Mr. Sullivan called attention to signs he had seen in this province announcing "Southern cooking." This he said, should be changed to "Canadian cooking]" Travelers do want something different to that which they get at home, he said. An Important Industry The tourist trade is one of the most important industries in Canada, he said, and siould be encouraged. Last year S.000,000 persons spent a total of $118,000.(}00 here. "There has been no movement of people, modern o." ancient, to compare with the m=?s ihat vith t ftom the < i the mill of "We must gLe the impression to the people that come here, not that they are cash customers, but paying guests," Mr. Sullivan cautioned. Energy Behind Whistle You might think that little energy is needed to blow a locomotive whistle. But you would be wrong, because train whistles use a considerable amount of steam. An American expert has comput- wing locomotive whistles :very Pocket Shock Mrs. Carris Fallis walked into the Internal Revenue Bureau at Los Angeles, California . . . asked how much her income tax would be . . . was told . . . fainted. Fire department crew had to be summoned to bring her back to reality. INFORMATION WANTED regarding the descendants of those who took part in, exhibited at, or attended the Canadian National Exhibition during its early years. FOUNDERS' YEAR This year marks the Diamond Jubilee of the Exhibition, and as such it has been set aside as "Founders' Year" in honour of those men and women who supported the Exhibition during those early years by their organizing ability, their exhibits or their attendance. A special effort is being made to locate as many as possible of the descendants of those far-seeing pioneers, and to hold a gala reunion on the opening day of the Exhibition. For registration card write to or call in at Canadian National Exhibition office, 8 King St. West, Toronto. New Attractions This Year Royal Artillery Band For '"e^"-3^ ."me in history .'bis Isl™stovi8ltthic.NaE!nBandeconce'r8ta daily from the specially construct ad famous orchestras. Come and dance. • Come to this greatest annual Exhibition on earth. Agriculture, art, science, engineering. Dramatic exhibits by European countries. . . . Horsemanship, stock judging, sculling, power boats, stunt drivers, fireworks ... 3SO acres of land and buildings. DIAMOND JUBILEE 1879-1938 George Brigden Elwood A. Hughes, President General Manager CANADIAN NATIONAL EXHIBITION Aug. 26 Toronto,. Sept. 10