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f THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ONT., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER I, 1927 You Should Try "SALADA" GREEN TEA . when yoxx want a. change. It's delicious* CarolyK WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE. j end of it is perhaps ai Death strikes Garrett Foteom while anl the other of n faction as he Inserted the wicked-look- J ing blade into the ornate scabbardj and found them a perfect fit. "At last," ho thought to himself, re have a clue." Aloud, he said: "Will you give me your name, sir?" "Certainly," raturaed the man who had produced the scabbard. "I am: Everard Meeker, of Portland, Me. 1 am staying at the Victoria Hotel, in Ocean Town. I have been here a fort- "Ar.d wbsre did you gat the scabbard you have just handed me?" "I found it in the ocean yesterday ried ashen "Near where Mr. Folsom had been standing by the rope' "Not very near that spot. Perhaps a hundred feet away." Mr. Meeker was a tall, portly gentleman, with the general effect of a prosperous business man. He had a pleasant adress and a genial twinkle in Yia eye. Although he seemed to realize the gravity of the situation, he also seemed to enjoy the mild sensa-creating. His interested CORNS Quick relief from painful I corns, tender toes and I pressors of tight shoes. I mschoii's 1 Atdntg i eighth of » width at all. i gaze swept the crowd of attendtive bathing with a party at Ocean Town, This shows, apparently, a blade like fBCes as he stood with one hand N.J. At the Hotel Majusaca, where a knife blade, with only one cutting the coroner's table they had been guests, an inquiry is J-begun, after a doctor, perfunctorily examining him on the beach, pronounces him dead. Fokom's companions had been Roger Neviiie, Mr.;. Helen Barnaby and Carmelita Valdon. It is established that Folsom, just before his death, had been standing next to Ned Barron, known as the copper king. Folsom's sister, Anastasia, is sent for in New York. Then the startling announcement is made that Folsom had been stabbed , his valet, is questioned, as are rsarron and his wife, but no light is shed on the mystery. Anastasia Folsom, eccentric and masterful, takes command. An quest is ordered and many attend. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER XV. The first witness called was, of course, Doctor Manning. He testified that he was in the ocean for his daily salt-water bath. That he heard a commotion near him. the pleas "Des ribe easy to describe," Doctor Manning said, thinking deeply. "For the roar of surf drowned most other noises or distorted them beyond discernment. Eut, as nearly as I can recollect, I heard two or three people scream in what seemed to me a different way from the hilarious shouts of the bathers. Then, as I looked toward the noise I heard, I saw two of the life guards swimming vigorously that way. They seemed to he intent some errand, so I watched them. They went directly toward the rope divine; beneath the surf came up mediately, bearing what seemed to be the unconscious body of a ma Though naturally somewhat rnteres ed, I paid little- attention to it. But moment later one of the guards can down to the cde;e of the water ar :a!led cut: " 'Doctc-r- i the; tor her: need for immediate medical service, I hurried to the beach and found the man who had been ried there wrapped in a blanket and lying on the sand. I saw at a gli that he was dead. I felt his heart his pulse and then, assured that life wa3 entirely extinct, I told them so, and, as there was no further request for my services, I went back into the ocean. Then, after my b?.th( had a luncheon engagement, I -away and did not return until late in the afternoon, . "Then the management of the hotel asked mo for a certificate of deat This, of course, necessitated a mo therousrh examination, and then I di covered that death had followed stab in the abdomen of the deceased "With what sort of a weapon, Doctor Manning?" asked the coroner. "So far as I can judge it was a long sharp-bladed knife or dagger. 1 should say a knife because the incision that it made is wider at one end than at the other. This incision is ratheT more than an inch, proving a sharp instrument, whose blade was a little over an inch wide. The eision is a clean, straight cut, but one edge. Not like a dagger blade, which j "You found this in the ocean' has two sharp sides." «Yes. I chanced, to step on it in "Oould this have been the instru- much tho same way, I suppose, as ment of death, Doctor Manning?" j Mr. Tracy stepped on the knife that The coroner held out to him a long ' belongs to it. As has been sak sharp knife, much the size and shape Coroner, that knife or dagger of a carving knife, a small one, such'eapon knonw as a pichaq and as is known as a steak carver. j Oriental manumacturo. Now, person- Doctor Manning took the weapon \ ally, I can tell you no more of the in his hand and examined it closely.! matter than that, except that I can "So far as I can judge," he said, "that! tell you where that dagger came is precisely the kind of knife that from." would make the incision I discovered I "Please do so, Mr. Meeker." on the dead man," j A hush fell over the assembly as A breathless silence fell on the' they awaited the first real informa-audience. tion regarding the weapon that, in all "This knife," the coroner proceed- j probability, was the one that had ed, "was brought to me a few mo-j killed Garrett Folsom. ments before this inquest was opened. Miss Folsom stared at the witness, It was given me by a man who is now I until it almost seemed her eyes would before me. Mr. Tracy, will you tell'bore into him. She looked like an of finding this knife?" | avenging fate as her strong, stern A little embarrassed, Stephen face set itself into an expression of Tracy stepped forward. He was the accusation. Wilson Publishing Company A NEW FROCK FOR THE JUNIOR MISS Extremely ✓smart is this chic one-piece frock having the two-piece ef-ect. The skirt has an inverted plait at each side of the front and back, and is oined, to the bodice, having a centre front opening, vestee, patch-pockets, long tight-fitting sleeves finished with shaped cuffs and a narrow belt. No. 1633 is in sizes 8, 10, 12 and 14 years. View A, size 10, requires 2% yards 39-inch, or 1% yards 54-ineh material; View B requires 1% yards 39-inch plain material, and 1% yards 39-inch contrasting. Price 20 cents the pattern. 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One afternoon, at First Mesa, along a trail toward the witch's camp, meaning to start for home once the team was harnessed. I met an Indian of the district walking with my Interpreter, and was about to give direction concerning the horses when the latter said: "He want you to stay and see the Doll's Dance." Now I had quite a collection of Hopi dolls, those quaint figurines carved with some skill from cottonwood and dressed in the regalia of twig and feather and fur to represent various katchtna of the clans. But I had never heard of a dance devoted to these little mannequina. "What eort of dance is that?" I "It is called the Dolls-Grind-Corn dance," he replied. This interested me. I could see that the interpreter longed to remain overnight among bis people and to take In this show. "Well," I said, "Is It worth climbing the mesa In tho dark?" "I think you will like it," he answered; "it is a funny little dance and the children go to see It." So I did not order up the team. After supper, when the twilight had them and their stone tub was a mtnia-| ture cornfield, the sand, and the fur-' rows, and the hills of tiny plants. Hardly had the first sigh of pleased-surprise from the children died away,' when, even to my astonishment, the' dolls became animated, and with odd life-like motions began to grind corn/ just as the women grind daily In the houseB of the villages, crushing the hard grain between the stone surfaces of the metate and the mano. These;' mannequins worked industriously and with movements not at all mechanical.' Then a little bird fluttered along the' screen, piping and whistling. Shrill* of delight from the youngsters, to be' followed by audible gasps, for from a' side panel came twisting a long snake,' to dait among the corn hills of the scenic field, and then to retreat backward through the hole from which it ippeared. These actions followed each other In quick succession. Tho fellow behind the screen was quite skillful In. working his marlon-lnto that clouded blackness be- j ettes for the delight ot those children fore the stars appear, I scrambled i of the tribe. after my guide up the mesa trail. Perhaps in all this there was somo When we reached the end of that pant- J deep-laid symbolism, checking rigidly ing climb, the houses of the people j with the North Star and the corn har-murklly lighted by their oil j vesta of the past and future. Perhaps lamps, but most of the householders were abroad, going toward the various kivas. To the central one we went, and down the ladder. The place was lighted by large swinging lamps, borrowed for the occasion from the trader, lamps that have wide tin shades and may be quickly turned to brilliancy or darkness by a little wheel at the side. I had expected to find it a gloomy place, hereas they had arranged something It was a primitive object lesson, to e courage thrift and industry as a bulwark against famine. But If vou ask me, I saw in it exactly a repetition of the district sehoolhouse or country chapel at holiday time, when Cousin Elmer obliges with a droll exhibition of whiskers and sleigh-bell? and cotton snowflakes. Sometimes the Hopi at these festivals for children give them presents too, and a handful of piki-bread bestowed by a clown, however very like the lighting of a theatre.1 bizarre his facial appearance, has all It was a trifle difficult to find a place in ' the gift-wonder of our childhood Santa that crowded vault. The far end was Claus and his treasure-pack.--Prom kept clear, but the two long sides and "Indians of the Enchanted Desert," by the ladder-end were packed with Hopi Deo Crane. women and their little ones. Just as --*>---- have seen in our theatres, the child- j Sir Harry Johnson whom Miss Folsom had talked j Yet it was obvious that the that morning, but who then had said i Meeker, could not have been impli-nothing of the knife. j cated in the crime, or he would not "I stood near Mr. Folsom when he have offered the scabbard of the wea- went under yesterday," Tracy "and not long after that I felt something on the sand under my feet. I stooped down and picked it up, and it that knife. I didn't turn it in at pen as evidence. "It came," Everard Meeker stated, "from a shop on the boardwalk. It was sold there Thursday evening, at an auction of Oriental first there was no thought I at the auction as I am, in a small way, of the gentleman being stabbed. Then ■ a collector of rare objects of art, and later, when I heard what had hap-1 especially interested in Oriental metal poned to him, I thought--I thought' work." that might be the weapon that was! "And you kr.ow this dagger and used. It's a--a carving knife, I sup- j its scabbard, together, were sold Pose-" . , there that night?" Hubbard eagerly "No, Mr. Tracy," Jepson informed j inquired, him, "it is not a carving knife. At! "I know it was in the collection least, I have never seen a carver of. that-was sold that night. I examined that kind of steel, or with such work-! the whole collection before the sale, !.ship. And the handle, or hilt. If and I remember perfectly well that ■pichaq, with its carved ivory hilt and ISSUE No. 35- otice you will "see that it is of carved with a design and an inscription. Carving knives are not like that. This weapon, Mr. Tracy, is a pichaq." "A pick ax!" cried the bewildered "No. A p.ichaq, which is a dagger of rarity and value, from tome Persian or Turkish country." There was a stir in the back of the room, end a man rose in his place. "May I interrupt," he said, in a low, clear voice, "to ask if the pichaq in question will fit this scabbard?" Stopping forward, he handed to the coroner a scabbard of metal and covered with worn velvet of a violet color. The pichaq, as it was called, fitted it so perfectly there could be no doubt they we other. Hubbard, violet velvet scabbard. „ pichaq, as you may or may not know, is a weapon shaped almost exactly like a small carving knife. I has a straight blade, not curved, and is a type made in India, Persia or Turkey in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Any collector of arms would recognize it at once, but to the layman it looks astonishingly like a "Your information, Mr. Meeker, is cf the greatest impotrance. Have you any idea who bought this--er--■ pichaq?" "No, iTwas sold after I left the auction room. I went there for the ex- Unkind of Him. 'Guess you've forgotten you owe me five bucks, eh, Bunkie!" "Now, there you go! I had almost forgotten it and now you had to up and remind me of It again." Considerate. Maud reached for the telephone and demanded a number. "Is that you, Edward?" she asked. "Speaking," he replied. "You remember I told you last night that on no account would you be permitted to enter our house again?" "Shall I ever forget it?" replied Ed- "Well, we have decided to movo, and I thought you might like to know our new address"--Tid-Bits. i Lfnlm : for :alp. College To-day. Visitor--"Nothing stirring on the campus, I see. Vacation is on?" Student--"Not much. The crew has gone to Billowpoint,, the baseball team is on the southern trip, the track squad is trimming everything in the West, and 90 per cent, of our faculty is attending scientific conventions abroad--the highest percentage of any American university."--Outlook. perienced a decided feeling of satis- press purpose of acquiring an Indian parade dagger, that I desired. I made for each bought it within the price I had set j as my limit, and greatly pleased with my purchase, I went home." (To be continued.) "Each father must decid heritage he leaves his chlldn after all he can leave them only what he can leave, and Fate seem3 to be working it out that it will be for my children to judge at their maturity whether their father did well by them by following tho urge for hazardous scientific adventure which now impels him."--Commander Richard E. Byrd. ely repress their voi!3 interest, now setting, now standing on tiptoe, turning and watching, as if this would hasten matters. I seated myself on the lower hung of the ladder, believing this place would ba most desirable from my point of view because from it I had a view of the kiva's centre and could most easily make my way to the upper air when things became too thick. A crowded kiva is rather foreign In atmosphere when filled to capacity and with lamps goii g. But I soon found that I would be disturbed. From above came the noise of rattles and the clank of equipment, calls and the shuffling of feet. A line of dancers descended upon me. I moved' to let them pass into the lighted centre-space. They were garbed in all the color and design of Hopi imagination, and wore grotesque masks. They lined up, and I sense their mission was one of merrymaking. Two clowns headed the band and soon had the audience convulsed. They hopped about, postured, and carried cn a rapid dialogue. There was a great deal of laughter. . . Then the dancers filed out, up the ladder and away. "They go to another kiva," said my companion. And almost immediately came another and different set of funmakers. They took the centre of the kiva and The British Empire has lost one of its most eminent servants by the death of Sir Harry Pohnston, G.C.-M.G., K.C.B. His record as consul, commissioner and administrator in various parts of British Africa is a record of great achievement accomplished with modesty and with a thoroughness that set a new high water n in colonial service. He equipped himself for his life's task by penetrating alone into the heart of the Dark Continent. He was of he typo born to command. His skill In conciliating natives and in adjusting grievances became proverbial on both the East and West Coasts The crowning success of his active career was perhaps the consolidation of tho British Central Africa Protectorate. In addition to his labors in the colonial field, he was also a most active author, and his range was remarkable. He made many raluablo contributions to the literature of Africa; ho wrote extensively upon problems of administration; he added largely to the authentic history of the African peoples; and he was also the author of an entirely new type of novel, in which plots of famous novels by bygone authors were developed and carried up to the present time. It was experiment, but it succeeded beyond his expectations. His official model of what can be done among hostile peoples by the exercise had all laughing at similar jokes j of firmness, courage and humanitarian and grimaces . . I arose and was principles. He enhanced, wherever about to depart; but my interpreter he served, the reputation of the Amplified me down. pire as a symbol of justice, concllla-"Wait!" he urged. "They will put tlon and peace. out the lights." p--•>--- This time the dancers did not leave M'nard'3 Liniment for tore feet, the kiva. One of them came to the lamp just above me, and at a signal Nine hundred thousand cases ot all the lights were dimmed. The kiva ! lemons due to arrive from South in thick darkness. One could1 Africa. I childish sighs of expectation. Perhaps the lights were off for thirty ;, although it did not seem so long. Then they flared up to reveal curious little scene that had been instructed In the dark. I had not noticed that the dancers packed anything in with them. 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