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GREEN TEA CHAPTER VI.--(Cont'd.) also turned. mured. they o) why did where Uncle James lived?" As he took the treads that brought'to be right back." him to the next landing the cattléman, had an impression of a light being dark. His fingers groped along the He turned to wall for the button to throw on the in the Hight as the woman below had 4 flashed off somewhere. Every Meal Have a packet in your pocket for ever-ready refreshment. Aids digestion. Allays thirst. Soothes the throat. R: 7 Poultry with SAPHO The same Sapho Powder that yids your home of flies, mos- * quitoes, roaches and other pests _ ayill protect your livestock, poultry and pets from flies, gnats, lice and other parasites. 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Who were they lookin' for when! med the door an' saw me? An"said to himself. it get her goat when I asked step in an' leave a note. Or maybe for the switch, and flashed on the turned to the outer apartment. There was still another door. It was closed. As the man from Wyoming moved to- ward it he felt once more a strange sensation of dread. enough to stop him in his stride. What was he going to find behind that door? When he laid his hand on the knob pinpricks played over his scalp and Da down his spine, He opened the door. A sweet sick- ish odor, pungent but not heavy, greet- ed his nostrils, It was a familiar smell, one he had met only recently. Where? His memory ju to a cor- ospital. He ng the Sper room {that the door was ajar. No answer on his way to see Wild Rose. The His finger found the electric door had opened and there had been He could hear it buzzing wafted to him faintly the penetrating whiff of chloroform. It was the same "Nobody at home, looks like," he drug he sniffed "Well, I reckon I'll] He stood on The first door had on the panel a 1 knock-' ridor of the Cheyenne ush button. now. the threshold, groped {I'll wait. If the door's open he's liable lights. Round thou ih Rirby Lane's nerves were, he could not repre! He s ed into th . It was gasp at what he saw. Hy 5 dh back in an armchair, look- up ut him with a horrible sardonic n, was his uncle James Cunning- rho His wrists were tied with ropes to the arms of the chair. A towel, breathing. | passed round his throat, fastened the He was a man whose nerves were, body to the back of the chair and under the best of control, but the cold propred up the head. A bloody clot of fect of Tice patiared up and down his} Sar an Sled jose above the spine. Somethin wrong. temple, e man was dead bey sixth sense of MO ee sibitiey of doubt. There was a some men who live constantly in peril small hole in the centre of the xore- was warning him. ne head through which a bullet had "Who's there?" he asked sharply. |crashed. Beneath this was a thin No voice replied, but there was a|trickle of blood that kad run into the faint rustle of some one or some thing heavy eye tows. ing 5 plaid stirring. ead man was wearing a i He waited, crouched in the darkness. | smoking-jacket and oxblood slippers. There same another vague Tustls of On she Iahoures Slose $0 bis hand lay movement. nd presently another,|2 hall- A Lo . this time closer. Every sense in him| ewsume Suggestion in the Hit of the was alert, keyed up to closest atten- head and the gargoyle gHn 18 is tion. He knew that some one, for Was a hideous and shocking jest he some sinister purpose, had come into Was playing on the world. thi t t and bi t Kirby snatched his eyes from the ong gl ment and begn Srapped here grim spectacle and looked round the The moments flew. He thought he reom. It was evidently a private den could hear his hammering my A|to which the owner of the apartment stifled gasp, a dozen feet from him, | retired. There were facilities for was just audible. light. Before he found it a sound] startled him. It was the soft panting of some one| {smoking and for drinking, a lounge He leaped for the sound. His out. | Which showed marks of wear, and a flung hand struck an arm and slid writing-desk in one corner. . down it, caught at a small wrist, and, This desk held the Joung man 8 fastened there. In the fraction of a|®aze. It was open. Papers lay scat- second left him he realized, beyond tered everywhere and its contents had) question, that it was a woman he had been rifled -and flung. on the floor. assaulted. | Some one, in a desperate hurry had The hand was wrenched from him.|Searched every pigeon-hole. | There came a zigzag flash of lightning! _ The window of the room was open. searing his brain, a crash that filled, Perhaps Js had been throws Up 10 let, r r him-- ou u Lt the World for bim--and he floated into Kirby stepped to it and looked down. | The fire escape ran past it to the| stories above and below. The young. cattleman had seen more than onde the tragedies of the range: He had heard the bark of guns and had looked 'down on quiet dead men but a minute before full of lusty life. | But these had been victims of warfare in the open, usually of sudden pas- CHAPTER VIL FOUL PLAY. Lane came back painfully to a world of darkness. His head throbbed dis- tresgingly. Querulously he wondered where he was and what had taken place. val 1 wash them in a bubbly suds, } They smile at me at sundown But when I call it drudgery. I think I can my yeasty thoughts, | of excitement. "Mother, may I whis- per to you, please?" Shall we ask her?" guest. "Please, Mrs, Bell! cret, and you'll like it. If I could see mother in the He drew the fingers of his out- stretched hand along the nap of a rug and he knew he was on the floor. Then his mind cleared and he remem- bered that a woman's hand had been imprisoned in his just before his brain stopped functioning. Who was she? What was she doing here? And what under heaven had sions that had flared and struck. This was different. It was murder, delib- erate, cold-blooded, atrocious. The man had been tied up, made helpless, and done to death without mercy. There was a note of the abnormal. of the unhuman, about the affair. Whoever had killed James Cunningham de- served the extreme penalty of the law. sores and cuts 'without injury Phe hit him hard enough to put the lights out so instantly? He sat up and held his throbbing head. He had been struck on the point of the chin and gone down like an bullock. The woman must have lashed out at him with some weapon. In his pocket he found a match. It flared up and lit a small space in the pit of blackness. Unsteadily he got his feet and moved toward the door. His mind was quite clear now and his genses abnormally sensitive. For in- stance, he was aware of a faint per- fume of violet in the room, so faint that he had not noticed it before. ere grew on him a horror, an eagerness to be gone from the rooms. It was based on no reasoning, but on!owner was. some obscure feeling that there had| It was a small riding ntlet with taken place something evil, something a device of a rose embroidered on the that chilled his blood. wrist. He would have known that Yet he did not go. He had come for| glove among a thousand. a purpose, and it was characteristic of | © He had seen it. a few hours since, him that he stayed in spite of the on the hand of Wild Rose. greadithat grew gn him Hy it filled his (To be continued.) reas gain he groped along the ae wall for the light switch. A second Jami ogre nis Space nt whew t ; gl! ed the room. is first sensation was of relief. The Portrait, is handsome a t with its| Casey decided to go into business, 'Persian rugs, its padded sas}-Jhairs; #0 he bought a small livery stable and its harmon ou wall unis, had 3 mole, had a sign painted showing him EO a EiYer al on making, ° defin it syite proud of it. 2 s friend Finnigan came alorg and stcod gazing at the sigm. ! He was a man who no doubt ha 'made many enemies Always he had demanded his pound of flesh and gor it. Some one had waited patiently for his hour and exacted a fearful ven- geance for whatever wrong he had suffered. Kirby decided that he must call the olice at once. No time ought to be ost in starting to run down the murd- erer. He stepped into the living-room to the telephone, lifted the receiver from the hook, and--stood staring down at a glove lying on the table. As he looked at it the blood washed out of his face. He had a sensation as though his heart had been plunged into cracked ice. For he recognized Minard's Liniment fo. Dandruff. astride a mule. He had the sign {paced in front of the stable and was it?" asked Casey. "Sure, it looks somothing like you," ' raid Finnigan; "but who the deuce is to-| the man on your back?" ¢ ---------------- 4 The notion that there is Somothing holy in doing nothing, which results the glove on the table, knew who its "That's a good picture cf me, Isn't} in algréat deal of Sunday leafivg, is' difficult to cradicate.--Dean of Exeter. And label them in style. A reassuring smile. And I am glum and mute, And ruin all my fruit. --A.R. M. Pearson LITTLE DAUGHTER. "Mother!" Dee's small face was full Mother smiled at her guest. "If Mrs. Bell will excuse us for a moment. Dee turned toward her mother's It's a .se- room!" A few moments later Mrs. Bell heard the murmur of their voices. In five minutes Dee's mother returned. "Since it is to be a surprise," she said, "I am in honor bound not to tell you. Only I want you to know that it is all Dee's, both the idea and the execution of it." ; The idea; whatever it was, took some time to carry out. Mrs. Bell could hear the child's- footsteps in the next room. Once she came to the door with her hands behind her. "Please shut your eyes for one minute, Mrs. Bell," she pleaded. "I just want to show mother something. That's all. Now you may open ? More footsteps, the tinkle of dishes, and then Mrs. Bell was summoned into the dining room. After one glance at the table she looked in astonishment at her friend. At the guest's place was a tiny iced cake with three candles and a basket of larkspur tied with a pink bow. "But it isn't--" she began. ; Dee's mother interrupted her quick- ly: "Dee wanted to do something for her mother's old friend; so she put the candles on for a friendship party, three for the three of us. She thought of it when she «remembered that we had some little iced cakes left. Wasn't that it, Dee?" : Dee nodded shyly. "I never," the guest declared, "had such a lovely party thing in all my life!" Later after the cake had been eaten and the dishes washed and Dee had danced away to a playfellow's the guest asked her question: "How did the child think of so. beautiful a thing?" r Dee's mother turned with a little smile. . "Because I want to keep my children close to us all their lives! That's why we hegan; 'and-I, when they were hardly more than babies to take them into all the home tasks and joys and even some of the problems. his father discuss writing editorials! And Dee and I help decide about each other's clothes and plan for surprises for the others and do things for the. house. We discuss together books and studies and everything! "You see, once a neighbor's little girl came over to ask me about some- thing. I said, 'Why don't you ask your mother?" As long as I live I You would laugh to hear Junior and 4430. Figured and plain foulard are here combined. One could use satin, and embroidery or brocaded silk with eatin. Crepe, and embroidered georgette are also a good combination. The Pattern is cut in 8 Sizes: 86, 88, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48 apd 50 inches bust measure. A 88-inch size requires b yards of 40;inch material. For panel and collar of contrasting material 1% yards 27 inches wide will be required. 2% yards. Pattern mailed to any address on receipt of 16¢ in silver or stamps, by the Wilson Publishing Co., 78 West Adelaide St, Toronto. Allow two weeks for receipt of pattern. never shall forget the look that child gave me. 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