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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS, COLBORNE, ON'I., THURSDAY, JAN. 26. 1933 To **ls* MeFarlan«*» Favorite Recipe lor BISCUITS Vi teaspoon «It 4 teajpoons Magic 3 cups pastry flour Baking Powder bread flour) shortening H cup milk, or half milk and half water Sift: together Sour, baking powder and ■alt. Cut in the chilled shortening. Now add the chilled liquid to make soft dough. Toss dough onto a floured board and do not handle more than is necessary. Roll or pat out with hands to about H inch thickness. Cut out with a floured biscuit cutter. Place on slightly greased pan or baking sheet and bake i at450°F. 12 t " "For Light, Flaky Biscuits use Magic Baking Powder." says Miss M. McFarlane, dietitian of St. Michael's Hospital, Toronto RECOMMEND Magic be-e I know it is pure, and free \from harmful ingredients." Miss McFarlane's opinion is based on a thorough knowledge of food chemistry, and on close study of food effects upon the body. On practical cooking experience, too. Most dietitians in public institutions, like Miss McFarlane, use Magic exclusively. Because it is always uniform, dependable, and gives consistently better baking results. And Magic is the favorite of Canadian housewives. It outsells all other baking powders combined. You'll find Magic makes all your baked foods unusually light and tender... and gives you the same perfect results every time. Free Cook Book--When you bake at home, the new Magic Cook Book will give you dozens of recipes for delicious baked foods. Write to Standard Brands Ltd., Fraser Avenue and Liberty Street, Toronto, Ont. EDUCATION It has been pointed out that undamental distinction between the ducated and the uneducated mind Is hat the first or anyone with even partly trained mind, tries to find <ut his faults and correct tbe-n. The inschooled fellow usually tries to lide his. It is clear enough which >f the two will go faster and farther. The Green Murder Case Bi S. 8. VAN UINt,. synopsis. s office and 'ntoi-m CHAPTER XXIV.--(-Cont'd.) "You told us you thought you had seen your mother-- "I did see her--I did!" Ada's voice was sure on this point. Vance shook his head. "No; it was not your mother. She was unable to walk, Ada. She was truly and helplessly paralyzed. It was impossible for her even to make the slightest movement with either leg." "But--I don't understand." There v i more than bewilderment in her voice; there was terror and alarm such as one might experience at the thought of supernatural malignancy. "I heard Doctor Von tell mothei- he was bringing a specialist o see her this morning. But she died last night --so how could you know? Oh, you must be mistaken. I saw he.--I know She seemed to be battling desperately for the preservation of her sanity. But Vance again shook his head. "Dr. Oppenheimer did n^t examine ycur mother," he said. "But Dr. Dor-emu did--today. And he found that site had been unable to move for many ysars." "Oh!" The exclamation was only breathed. Tha girl seemed :i capable o: speech. "And what we've come for," continued Vance, "is to ask yox to recall that night, and see if you cannot re-r'.ember something--some little thing --that will help us. You saw this person only by the flickering light of a match. You might easily have made a mistake." «■ "But how could 1? I was so close . her." "Before you .voke up that night and felt hungry, had you been dreaming of your mother?" She hesitated, and shuldi "e,, slight- ly. "I don't know, but I've dreamed of mother constantly--awful, scary dreams--ever since that 1 i*t night when somebody came into a:y room." "That may account ior the mistake you made." Vance paused ? moment and then asked: "Do you distinctly re.-lumber seeing your mother's Oriental shawl on the person in tre hall that night?" "Oh, yes," she said, aft' a slignt hesitation. "It vas the fust thing I noticed. Then I saw her face. . . ." A trivial but startling thii.g happened at this moment. We had our back to Mrs. Mannheim and, for the 1'rrse being, had forgotten her presence in the room. Suddenly what sounded like a dry sob broke from her, a~.d the sewing basket cn ner knees fell to the floor. Instinctively we turned. The woman was staring at us gh.ssily. "What difference does it make who she saw?" she asked in a dead, monotonous voice. "She maybe saw me." "Nonsense, Gertrude," Ada said quickly. "It vasn't you." Vance was watching the woman with a puzzled expression. "Do you ever wear Mrs. Greene's shawl, Frau Mannheim?" "Of course sirs doesn't," Ad;, cut "And do you ever steal into the library and read after the household asleep?" pursued Vance. The woman picked up icr sewing lOrosely, and again lapsted into sullen silence. Vance studied her a moment ar.d then turned back to Ada. 'Do you know of any one who might have been wearing your moth's shawl that night?" 'I--don't know," the girl stammered, her lips trembling. 'Cwne that won't do." V^nce spoke with some asperity. "This isn't the time to shield any one. Who wa the habit of using the shawl?" "No one was in the habit. . . ." topped and gave Vance i pleading look; but he was obdurate. Who, then, besides your mother ever wore it?" "But I would have known if it had been Sibella I saw--" "Sibella? She sometimes borrowed the shawl?" Ada nodded reluctantly. 'Once in a great while." "She--she admired the shawl. , . . Oh, why do you make me tell you "And you have never seen any one else with it one?" "Just see how foolish all jo have been," he said lightly, probably saw your sister » that night, and, because. you'd been having bad dreams about your moth er, you thought it was she. As a result, you became frightened and lock-el yourself up and worried. It was rather silly, what?" A little later we took our leave. "It has always been my contention, remarked Inspector Moran, as we rode downtown, "that any identification un !er strain or excit men is worthless. And here we have a glaring instance of it." "I' i like a nice quiet liti'e chat with Sibella," .numbled Heath, busy with his own thoughts. "It wouldn't comfort y< gcant," Vance told him. "At the end o your tete-a-tete you'd know only what the young lady wanted you knjw." "Where do we stand now?" asked Markham, after a silence. "Exactly where we stood bef( answered Vance dejectedly, "--in . idst of an impenetrable fog. And I'm not in the least convinced," h added, "that it was Sibella whom Ad; saw in the hall." Markham looked amazed. "Then who, in Heaven's name, was Vance sighed gloomily. "Give the answer to thtt one question, and I'll -.-omplete the saga. The night Var.ce sat up u.rtn nearly 2 o'clock writing at his desk in the library. Saturday was the District Attorney's "half-day" at the office, and Markhum had invited Vance ar.d me to lurch at the Bankers' Club. But when we reached the Criminal Courts Building he was swamped with an accumulation of work, and we had a tray-service meal in his private conference room. Before leaving the house that noon Vance had l ut several sheets of closely writte.i paper in h - pocket, and I surmised--correctly, as it turned out,--that they were what he had been working on the night When lunch was over Vance lay back, in his chair and languidly lit a cigarette. "Markham. old dear," he saisd, accept your inv:tation today fov the-sole purpose of discussing . ou are in a receptive Markham looked at him annoyance. "Merely one of your wordy prologues, eh? Well, if you have any helpful suggestions to make, I'll listen." Vance smoked a moment. "Y' know, Markham," he began, as-s ming a lazy, unemotional air, "there's a fundamental difference between a good painting and a photograph. I'll admit many painters ap-unaware of this fact; r.nd when color photography is perfected--my word! what a horde of academicians 11 be thrown out of employment! it none the less there's a last chasm tween the two; and it's this technical distinction that's to be the burden of my lay. 'How, for instance, does Michelangelo's 'Moses' differ from a camera >tudy of a patriarchal old msn with whiskers and .i stone tablet? Wherein the points of divergence between Rubens' 'Landscape with Chateau de till i photograph of a dish of apples? Why h: Renaissance painti of Madonnas endured for hundreds of y a.i a mere phonograph of a the very clic He h'.-lct up a siLncing- hand Markham was about to spe.ik. "I'm not being futile. Bear wi r- .moment. The difference betwe a good painting and a photof-'raph thiL : The one is arranged, composed, organized; the othe.- is merely the haphazard impression of a scene, or a segment of realism, just as it exists in nature. In short, the one has form; tb . other is chaotic. When a true art ist paints a picture, d' ye see, he ar ranges all the masses and/lines to ac cord with his preconceived idea oi composition--that is, he be.ids every-th ng in the picture to a basic design; rd he also eliminates any objects oi details that go contrary to, or detract from, that design. "Thus he achieves a homogeneity of form, so to speak. Every obj< the picture is put there for a definite purpose, and is set in a certain tlon to accord with the underlying structural pattern. There are no ' relevancies, no unrelated eMails, detached objects, no arbitrary rangement of values. All the forms and lines are interdependent, object--indeed, every brush stroke-- takes its exact place in the pattern and fulfills a given function. The picture, in fine, is a unity." "Yas, yes," interrupted Markham. "Paintings and photographs differ; the objects in a painting possess design; the objects in a photograph without design; one must often study a painting in order to determim design. That, I believe, t overs ground you„have been wandering desultorily for the last fifteen utes." "I was merely trying to imitate the vast deluge of repetitive verbiage found in legal documents," explained Vance. "I hoped thereby to convey my meaning to your lawyer's mind." "You succeeded with a vengeance," snapped Marham. "What follows?" (To be contisued.) Chaucer With portraitures of huntsi hawk, and hound. And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshi through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound; He listeneth and he laugheth at Then writetb ju a book like any e is the poet of the dawn, who wrote The Canterbury Tales, and his old age Mud- beautiful with song; and as 1 read hear the' crowing cock, I hear the Of lark and linnet, and from every page Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. "Poems." (BDston: Houghton Mifflin.) NO HURRY lenry," said Mrs. Glippiug, tearful tones. "Well, my dear?" asked Henry, looking up from the paper. "What is iH" "If I were to die tonight, would you marry again?" dt tonight." A Blend of Distinctive Quafsty "SALAM SHEEN TEA MI "Fresh from the Gardens" New Method Saves Lives Of Poison-Gas Victim* Use of Methylene Blue Found to Snatch Patients from Door of Death by Drama of Chemsitry San Francisco.--A prostrate form, dragged from a closed garage in which an automobile motor has been running, is surrounded by physicians aud an inhalator crew. The subject has ceased to breathe. Expert fingers detect no pulse, but the rescuers work In a day or two the patient is convalescing. What has happened? To the man in the street, a near miracle, because to all appearances the victim was dead. To scientists it was a mere drama of chemistry--a battle of atoms in a new process for resuscitating victims of carbon monoxide and cyanide poisoning by the use of methylene blue. This battle of invsible elements was described by Dr. Mathilda M. Brooks, University of California research associate who first suggested the methylene treatment, and Dr. J. P. Gray, acting director of public health of San Francisco, who has observed its opera-Process Described Just what happens in the first act or the drama as reported by Dr. Gray and reduced as far as possible to every-day terms, is this: Immediately before the trouble starts the normal procosa of respiration is operating. Air, containing approximately 20 per cent, oxygen, is passing into the thin-walled cells of the lungs. On the opposite side of these walls the blood spreads itself ,vid. a By s atoms from the air permeate i tbin walls, to be picked up oi other side by the hemoglobin ii blood. Hemoglobin, a compound ot ea hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, iron sulphur, combines but loosely oxygen, giving it up to the cell Us without much of a struggle us blood courses through the body. Then the automobile exhar iu consisting mainly of carbon mono displaces the air in the lungs, blood, coursing along the wa.. o> lung cells for oxygen, finds ca monoxide Instead. The r-emog has a greater chemical affinit for bon monoxide than for oxygen, ing it up readily and fcr.nii,; a el cal composition containing ox. holding to it so tightly that the tissues get little or none Deatl preaches. Methylene Bloe fcnters Now methylene blue. ,u «u used mainly as a dye with v. hie stain ger...s and make t'.ien v. under ibe microscope, enters as conquering hero. Dr. . ,-ook. cribed how it goes to work. "Methylene blue," said Dr. Br< "takes the place in. th > lot porarily, of the oxygen-carrying until they are able to ,sume ;u function. The dye cat «a th u>. to the tissues.. Hov '-ving In London ISSUE No. 3--33 "No; Mother and Sibella. Vance attempted vious distress ar iuring smile. th t 3 banish her ob- Surgery in the Butcher Shop A good French housewive always has to be personally introduced to chicken, filet or fish before it may become a work of gastronomic art. The pokings, the critical sniffings, the minute examination of eyes and more intimate organs involved in these ceremonies may be relegated to the past if Dr. Kaplan of the Parisian Faculty of Medicine has his way, A doer as well as a dreamer, the doctor has opened a shop - which looks like the operating room of hospital. White-clad men who wear rubber gloves and who may easily pass surgeons are the butchers They breathe air which is of a constant temperature and which is forever terilized and renewed. A housewife who wants a cote d'agneau or gigot de veau must rely entirely on her eyes. The good and bad points of a poulard must be discussed with the aid of loud-speakers and microphones through an intervening glass chamber. Madge--"Were you p' your Christmas present.-"'?' Marjorie--"Perfectly. . rec seventeen and I am going to only fifteen exchanged tor thing else." ly wife quarrels at the slig provocation." "Lucky man. My doesn't need any provocation." 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