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i ry ' Emerging from the Royal Brothers' store, Henry Rand paused enough to buy a newspaper and then walked to the street car stop. He was hardly a figure to command attention in a crowd. A little under medium height, bulkily built, round, ruddy face; a black derby hat sat evenly on his small head. A street car groaned to a stop. Henry Rand hustled 'nto it. Inside, he glanced at the front page headlines of the paper, then turned to the edi- torial page. Three blocks from the car line he turned off the sidewalk in front of a little white house of "Dutch Colonial design. As he opened the front door he pulled out his watch, "Right on time, Martha," he an- hounced. He limped into the kitchen. "Quarter to six," he proclaimed. "Old Reliable himself." "Just chase yourselt out of the kit- then, Henry Rand. You're in the way." Martha Rand was stooping before the pven, basting a roast. ° Henry Rand bent over and kissed her on 'the ear. It disarranged her neatly arranged hair, sandy colored, but streaked here and there with gray. "Where's Janet?" he asked. "She's in the dining room setting the table, or was a few minutes ago. Don't bother me." The sound of a piano, well played, came from the living room. He walked through the wide door- way between dining and living rooms. The girl at the piano looked up to receive his paternal kiss. "Hello, Dad." "Jimmy home yet?" he asked. "Nope." The front door banged shut "I am, t00," came a loud voice from the hall. "Dinner ready?" "You'll wash your face and hands before you sit down to the table, James Rand." It was Martha calling from the kitchen, "How old do you think I am, Mother, seven?" A tall, broadshouldered young man, gray-eyed and straight-4#Rand spoke pdsitiveiy, nosed as his sister, leaped into the kitchen, seized his mother in his arms and kissed her. He ducked to avoid a slap, and plunped into Janet, who seized him by the hair. "Cut it out, Sis, or I'll muss your permanent wave." He ran past her, shouted a greeting at his father and dashed up the stairs. By the time James had put on a clean shirt dinner was on the table and the rest of the Rand family waiting. Henry Rand, with a preliminary "ahem" said grace. "Well, I see the sheik is all slicked up." Janet, turning toward her bro- ther, made a gesture as if she were smoothing down her hair, "Don't be young, Miss Rand," re- torted Jimmy. "If the young man would time his arrival a few minutes earlier," re- marked Henry Rand," he wouldn't have to break his neck to clean up in time for dinner." "Oh, you and your punctuality," re- torted Jimmy, his mouth filled with "baked potato. n "Punctuality," answered the elder Rand, "is a virtue. I have never been late for work in my life, except on the few occasions when the street cars were tied up. Eight-thirty finds me at my desk. And quarter to six finds me home. 1 like dinner served at six, and whoever is late should go hungry." "Twenly-nine years of it," observed Mrs. Rand, a fleeting smile lighting up her sharp features, "Twenty-nine years, eh?" mused Jimmy. "And I hope you haven't for- gotten that memorable day 27 years ago to-morrow." The elder Rand paused in the act of buttering a piace of bread: "Your birthday, to be sure. My, how time ) does fly! Twenty-seven years ago to- morrow!" "What kind of a party do you in- tend to eclebrate with, Jimmy?" Janet chimed in. "Oh, I almost forgot," her brother answered, "I've got tickets for a show. We'll all have dinner here and go down town in a gang." "You old sport," laughed Janet, "What theatre?" uN long |got a ticket for Barry, too. 1 suppose| Jimmy glanced at nis watch. "Six- you'll have no trouble dragging that young man along." * Janet blushed. . "Barry Colvin," observed the elder young man." He lighted a cigar. You mark my words." Mrs, Rand's she spoke. a 4 "If I were as sure Jimmy would pick as nice a girl to marry as Janet has a man, I'd bo satisfied." Henry Rand spoke with the heavy air of a judge. "You let James be," snapped his soon enough without any encourage- ment from you." Jimmy rose. He walked over to his mother and patted her shoulder. "Not a chance, mother: Not a chance. I'm sticking by you till we're on easy street." Henry Rand and his son found com- fortable chairs in the living room. The elder Rand was énjoying the third of his three cigars a day, lingering over it like an apicare. . "How's business, Jimmy?" Jimmy extinguished his cigaret. "I sold a car today. I'm flush." "Good. Did you bank the money?" "Absolutely. Kept out enough for board and spend"ng change. The rest is salted in the old sock." "Thrift," observed iis father, "is a great virtue." "Like punctuality, eh?" laughed Jimmy. "Quit talking platitudes, dad. Do you know what I wish you'd let me do with some of my heavy roll?" "No. What?" "I wish you'd let me rip out that old board walk in front and put in a cement walk. I caught my shoe in it this evening coming in. Some day I'll break a leg. Besides, it looks like the devil." "The board walk stays." Henry "It may not be scrumptious to look at but it suits my old-fashioned notions. I like it." The doorbell rang. Jimmy walked 'o the hall and flung open the door. "Attorney Colvin himself " laughad Jimmy as he ushered in the visitor "Good eveuir', Jimes," retorted Barry Colvin. He erterd the living room. "Good evening, Mr. Rand." He stood erect without his overcoat, a stocky, wellkrit figure with curly black hair parted in the middle. His nose was of the pug variety. His lips were parted in a broad grin that show- ed flashing white teeth. He stood framed in the doorway, be- tween living and dining room to greet Mrs. Rand and Janet. "We'll be fin- ished in just a minute; Barry," called Janet, Barry Colvin accepted the chair offered by Jimmy. "How's the law business, Barry?" asked Henry Rand. "Fair, thanks, Mr. Rand. It's quite a pull getting started but I suppose I vughtn't to complain." "Hard work never hurt anyone," put in his father. "I've certainly had plenty of it." * - LJ * * It was exactly five o'clock on his twenty-seventh birthday when Jimmy Rand looked at his watch and climbed into the "demonstrator," a handsome sedan lent to him by the firm for the night, and it was precisely five-forty when he entered the Rand home to find his mother and Janet busy in, the kit- chen. "For once," he announced triumph- antly after greeting his mother and pinching Janet's cheek. "I've beaten dad home for dinner." "I suppose that's what brought this miserable rain," observed Janet sar- castically, Jimmy strode to the front windows. Outside it was almost completely dark. A cold November rain was falling, whipped by a strong wind that stung to the very bones. "Not exactly cheerful weather to celebrate the twenty-seventh anniver- sary of the advent of the well-known Mr. James Rand," he remarked. He went back to the kitchen, "Quarter to six and after, mother. Where's the punctual Mr. Rand this evening? You remember he said those who were late should go hungry." . Footsteps were heard outside the front door. "That's your father now, maybe," hazarded Mrs. Rand. The doorbell rang. "No, it must be Barry." It was Barry Colvin. Jimmy took his hat and coat. "Just in time for dinner, Barry, but dad's late. Can' you beat it?" "There must have been at least four street cars derailed, then," laughed Barry. "Either that or an earth- quake." Mrs. Rand called from the kitchen. "James, will you come here a minute." "Sure, what is it?" He was there on the run, "Do you suppose anything could have happened to your father? Traffic real heavy now and he knocked one of your business. And I've ing warm. : | 3 Rand with hasis, "is a mighty fine ' he's there. He went to the hall. Before a td EY | he could pick up the receiver the phone "I think he's ambitious, He will bell rang. make a name for himself as a pe mouth set in a first straight line as Phos, a man's brusque voice, "is that wife. "James will be getting married {found dead in a room." awa as she kept opening the door to at the roast dhaeken whith was long since cooked and which she was keep- thirty. Gosh, that's not late, mother. He'll be here any minute now." "I wish you'd call the store, James." "All right, I will, but I hardly think "Hello," he said, sharply. * "Hello," came the voice over the home of Henry Rand?" ! "Yes" " "Who is that speaking?" "James Rand, his son." "Well, this is a police officer speak- ing from the Canfizld Hotel. Get here quick. Your father has just been (To be continued.) 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Instead of the joints being on ball bearings, which, understand, are to be found on other armoured suits, the joints of this suit are lke that hard bit of cup-shaped shell of the lobster claw, fitting inte a larger cup filled with grease." The result Is certainly remarkable in its g the weight and armour. ing. suit resembles the points of & ?