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SYNOPSIS, Henry Rand, 55, a business i found murdered in a cheap rs > Grafton. His son, Jimmy, with the aid of Olgo Maynard, a cabaret sing- er, traces a yellow theatre ticket stub found in the hotel room to Tke Jensen, in Buffalo. Jimmy is warned to leave Buffalo and an attempt is mace on his life, Olga fails in love with him, but Jimmy is in love with Mary Lowell, Mary hreaks her engagement with Samuel Church on account of his cruel behavior to a little log. Lieut. O'Day, a policeman, tells Jimmy of a boyhood romance betweer, Jimmy's father and a girl named Marie Real. Jimmy goes home to his room and finds Barry Colvin there. Barry shows Jimmy a ring that belonged to Henry nd. CHAPTER XXXIV. Jimmy took the ring from Barry's hand and examined it. : "You say it belonged to dad?" frowned. "Janet gave it to me to show you. She ran across it when she went through some papers he had in the safety deposit vault in the bank." Jimmy frowned. "Just a plain sig- net ring. 1 guess it was dad's, all right. Here are his initials, H. But I never saw it before, Barry. never wore it." "There's something on the Jim. Maybe that's why." Jimmy shot him a peculiar look, then examined the ring again. His face went very: white. "From Marie to Harry," he said slowly, read- ing the inscriptien inside the ring, "September 25, '1898. September was my father's birthday, Barry." He in 25 He glanced up at vy. "What aid Janet say? Does mother know about it?" "Janet said your mother knew no- thing about it. You see,. Jim, the ring was given to your dad after his lage. Thats why Janet didn't your mother to know." rry, you ence a > could have been dad's life." "I'm sorry, Jim." "THere was. 1k Her name w just heard about hood romance. Li He sank down or the ring in his he Colvin the whole had told it to "What a pity!" when Jimmy v they did see e all--this Mari "We can vii commented through. ch other nd 3 F only gu would make it appear so: . . . did you ever hear stage singer nar would have to be some time she'd be nearly fifty-five now." Barry shook his head. "Of course," Jimmy went on, "we don't know whether they met acci- .dentally years after they had both of left Durbin, or whether they were in communication with each other all along." "Probably the first, Jim. You sez, your dad married someone 'elze." "Oh well, they both might have de- cided they made a mistake." Barry shrugged. "I confess it's got me guessing. . . . Do you think it's linked up in any Way with the murder?" Jimmy threw up his hands in a de- "Lord knows. . . . spairing gesture. I can't see how." "But if this Mari ing, and we can find her, it help." "I'll turn the ring over to Detective Mooney, Barry. Maybe he can do something." "Of course, she might have had an- other name, a profeszional name. It might be possible to trace her through some of the thes al booking houses and other agencies in New York." Jihhy was pacing the floor. stopped. "Is that why you came here, Barry? To show me this ring?" "Not entirely. I've got some busi- He ness here. . . . And there's another reason, Jim. Janet wants you to come home. There was another letter." "You mean--" "Another one of those unsigned warnings. It's got her pretty scared." "What did this one say? Did you bring it?" "No; I gave it to Mooney. It simply eaid there wouldn't be any more warn- ings--that you had had your last chance." "Good. I'm glad there won't be any more." Jimmy laughed, but a trifle nervously. "Jim, it's got you worried. I'm wor- ried myself." "Well, to be truchful with you, it's rot exactly a pleasant sensation to know I'm being watched like this, , , , Oh welll ; » | Bo t5C way, I saw the man that Olga Maynard went out with that night--the man she said might have got the stub aud the handker- "chief. He was one of the men who tried to waylay me that night that I wrote you about." He told Barry the details. "Tt might be," Barry said, "that this Ike Jensen is the one who is writing . the. notes." > ~ #Or somebody he knows," supple- mented Jimmy. "There's more than one man mixed up in this. Jensen, if he's still in town, isn't taking any . ---------------------------- ------------ ~ 1SSUE No 8--731 « chances being .een mailing leiters He's lying low, Barry--for two rea- sons. In the first place, there was that mixup with me. And then he saw Olga with me and saw Olga re:- ognize him. Lord knows what he thought when he saw us together, but ke must have a suspicion that she's told me about the handkerchief. "I dor't think he knows anything about the ticket stub, Barry. I think that fell out of Ms pocket, and he didn't see it. At any rate, it's suffi- cient to make him hide. . he's worried much I know." "Yes, and how you came to k.ow Olga Maynard." "What does Mooney think about it? About those letters I've been getting?" "Well, Mooney, { course, thought he was going to find this H. A. Jones person in Grafton. But he's pretty sure, he says, that: these threats against you are all mixed up in some way with the murder. He thinks you ought tou leave town and go home. Says if you don't he's going to frame sick, wondering how J some kind of a charge against yon and come after you with a warrant He's worried about you." Jimmy laughed." "Mooney's a man of direct action--and of originality. No, Barry, I'm not going home until the puzzle is unraveled. . . . You see, as long as I stay here I seem to be a source of irritation to someone who evidently knows a lot about the mur- cer. If I go home they may never find iim. But if I stay the chances are this person will get a. little over- anxious and make a slip! Then we'll get him." "If you insist on staying," remark- ed Barry y, "someonc's likely to use you for target practice. Or per- haps a knife between the ribs." He went through the pantomime of a dag- ger thrust, "That's No it 1 little far-fetched, Barry." isn't; not by a long shot," the other persisted doggedly. "If you won't come home, then I'm going +» stay here a while and be your body- shall you be in town? vs." Then I'll have 4c ifton for a day. Then ng back here and inflict my- u. Unless, of coarse, you in to reason." "Good. Make yourself at home. You can shave this room with me. If you like, I'll have Mre. King put up twin beds." necessary, as far as I'm me. The old army took a lot of finicky notions out of our Heads, didn't it? By the way, while you're here 1 want you to meet this Olga Maynard. Maybe after you see her you'll agree with me that she's all right now." * Barry was silent, "Old doubting Thomas, eh?" Jimmy laughed. y "Give me a cigaret, Barry," Jimmy said a few minutes later. He shiver- ed. "I'm as nervous as an old woman.' "I should think you would be," said Barry, lighting the cigaret for him. "A sensible person would clear out and go home." "It's this feeling of being constant: ly watched, Barry. It's not the threats, I think they are a schoolboy trick. . . . But to be haunted by the feeling that every move of mine is known to this --this someone, whoever it is." He clasped and unclasped his hands nervously. "If only he would come out in the open. . . . Barry, have you ever read about any of these vendetta murders?' He forced a smile. "I feel as I imagine a man who has been marked as a vendetta victim must feel. . . . Not exactly, you under- stand. . . . It isn't fear, actually--" "It's a plain case of nerves, Jim." Barry laid his hand on the other's shoulder. "Come home and take a rest, before you go to pieces. Maybe that's just what these people are try- ing to do--make you a nervous wreck." "Oh, probably I exaggerate my feelings. It's not that bad. T get pre- sentiments, you know... The night I was followed home and I had that mixup with Jensen, something kept telling me that I was being followed. | ... And tonight--" He paused. "--tonight, on the short walk from the street car here, I kept imagining the same thing." "Oh, Jim, go to bed. You need sleep, that's all." "I supose so. No reason to think anybody was following me tonight. There's a policeman detailed to do no- thing but patrol this block since that other right." Barry yawned. "I'm ready for the hay myself." He got to his feet and stretches. "By the way, Jim, are you a polar bear or something?" "What do you mean?" "Well, when I came in the room, the window was open. It was cold as the devil, It's raw outside." "That's funny." Jimy stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It wasn't open when I left. Maybe Mrs. King came in to clean and wanted to air the room. Unusual, though, for her to clean at night." . He laughed. "Maybe it's spooks, Barry, Better--" 'His voice was drowned out in the sudden sharp roar of sound that fol- lowed--a crashing pistol shot, and | then the tinkling of breaking glass. The bullet sang past Jimmy's head .. I'll bet Get down on the floor." But there was no need, The sound ' of scuffling feet come from the porch, ! onto which the window opened. There was dead silence for a space, and then the two of them, white of face and ! stunned, ran to the window together ' and looked out into the night. (To be continued.) What New York Is Wearing 'BY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON] . Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur- nished With Every Pa'tern ae '2984 A stunning day dress with loads of charm. Its smart simplicity is so satisfying and becoming: A puxple-blue flat crepe made the original. 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Father and son walked jointly through field and bush one day; Having strayed far by nightfall, they lost their homeward way. The son looked hard ay tvery rock, at every tree, Hoping in each a guiding sign to see. The father meanwhile upward raisd to the stars his eyes, As if the earth's direction he would find In the skies. Silent remained the rocks; the trees helped not a mite; The stars, however, pointed with a ray of light. Homeward they led the wahderers who had discerned, That only in heaven can wisdom for earthly necd be learned. Freidrich Ruckert, in "Lyric Poetry" "Why do you stippose they put their lights in glass cages now?. There's no kick at ell in flying around them." < : "Modern improvements, old chap. We'll have to carry hammers and bust em." . rb --e HONK! HONK! ! gnd buried itself in the wall over the = "head of the bed. | | Jimmy dropped to the floor. "Are you hit, Jim?" gasped Barry. : Acted | "No. Get down, that's all. Quick! - | It 1s an antumn afternoon in 1598, and groups of Lonlo.ers make their way down to the river. "Southward ho!" they ery, and little row-boats dash up and take them across the Thames to Paris Garden Stairs. The yellow flag over the Globe waves in- vitingly and everyone makes his way to the theatre. .. , . Two galleries run around the in- side of the building and look down upon the stage, whica projects into the pit. There is no roof over the pit, and the yellow flag flaps noisily above the tradesmen and pickpockets. Only the stage and the galleries are heitered from the weather by a nar- oy roof of thatch. Wooden pillars, painted tc imitate n.arble, and car- ved with masks and satyrs' heads, support the galleries A green cur- tain hangs across the stage. The pit is almost full. Everyone is talking in a loud voice. Shakespeare himself is to act thig afternoon in a new comedy, the scene of which Is laid in Rome. "Not Rome," says some one, authoritatively, "but Lon- don," and some one else has heard that Venice is the place. Does any- one know whose play it is? Some mew person has written it, some shop- keeper or something, whom Shake- speare has picked up... . Hawkers of gingerbread and pears offer their wares in loud raucous cries, tossing pleces of cake and fruit up into the galleries and catching the pennies. A bugle blows, but no on2 pays any attention to it. A cecond blast is heard. The conversation continues loudly. A third blast is blown, and loua. The noise lessens somewhat, but a buzz continues, A handsome actor, crowned with a wreath of bay leaves, steps in front of the curtain. He holds up a placard bearing the title of the play--""Every Man in His Humour," it says. He speaks the prologue, and everyone begins to listen. This will be a comedy of modern London, he says. No silly romance, no supernatural events, no battles. He hopes the audience will be kind. He bows and withdraws. The audience seems disappoiated. They talk loudly ugain. No ship- wrecks, no battles, no love-making? They shan't be backward about de- manding their money. Suddenly the -urtain is pulled back and the play begins. The behaviour of the audience that afternoon was -lightly out of the ordinary. Since the play is a comedy, they laugh. But the :aughter does not come as usual, in boisterous roar- ing gusts. It is less raucous, but continuous. Almost every line that the actors speak contains some Lon- don expression that everyone has used since childhood. The expres- sions are satirized. They seen ridi- culous. Everyone in the audience laughs at himself and thinks he laughs at his friends. .. . As the curtain is drawn after each act, the applause is tremendous, and after Shakespeare has spoken the epilougue, the pit bursts into loud cheers.--Byron Steel, in "O Rare Pe Jonson." RD po ne Kipling and Kitchener In an old bundle of papers unearth- ed by General C. R. Ballard--author of an extremely well done "Life" of Kitchener, the soldier -- he came across a letter which he (Ballard) had written home when a schoclboy at Westward Ho, describing a school "rag." One sentence ran: "'Gigger' Kipling 1s a fellow who thinks a good deal of himself be- cause he is in the Fifth Form and sub-editor of the School Chronicle." It is amusing to remember (chuck- les the general) that we called him (Rudyard Kipling) "Gigger" because he was the only boy out of 200 who wore spectacles. * * Another of General - Ballard's schoolmates at Westward Ho was Frank Maxwell, who also became a noted soldier--winning the Victoria Cross in the Boer War and the inti- mate friendship of Kitchener (a rare honor, indeed) whose A. D. C. he was for a time. And thereby hangs this tale: Kitchener, who was very fond of birds, had a pet starling known as the "Bloody Bird"--because of its terrible condition, "a wishwelled mass of blood and feathers," when rescued by the great soldier on the fleld of battle, during the Boer War. After it had recovered from its in- juries, the starling became a promi- nent member of the headquarters mess, with Maxwell in charge of its welfare on order from Kitchener. Often Maxwell would get up from table during dinner and say: "Excuse me while I see whether the Bloody Bird has had its dinner; if the beast can be kept alive I have been promised a C.B. (a decoration) --and I shall deserve it." Following one of the last big drives of the Boer War which necessitated Kitchener's ahsence from his head- quarters, a telegram 'was brought to him at the mess where he was din: ing. He read it in silence and passed it round the table, Everybody ex- was the message: "Your Bloody Bird fil Stat in Driver--"I wasn't going forty miles an hour, nor thirty, nor even twenty.' | Judge--'Here, steady now, or you'll be backing into something!"--Ram- mer-Jammer, ' tears, Return at omce. ~~. : "MAXWELL." Difficulties are things that show what men are. --FEplctetus. © When Shakespeare | pected to read 1omentous news. This re temeeeteneen 'Fresh from Scientist Reveals Metal As Element Washington.--Another mystery of science has been cleared up by a scientific "detective," who has identi- fied and "fingerprinted" a new metal. The metal is rhenium, first isolated two years ago by two German scien- tists. The '"'detective" is Dr. W. F. Meggers, of the Bureau of Standards. He has obtained the first complete "spectrum" of the new metal, It gives, he says, the first definite confirmation that rhenium is an ele- ment, one of the ninety-two 'sub- stances like oxygen or gold that can- not be sub-divided into other sub- stances. Rhenium in pure form is a black powder like lampblack. Dr. Meggers has a pinch of it weighing about one- twenty-eighth of an ounce in a tiny glass tube, which is practically the whole supply in the United States. Rhenium has no known uses, but may find application in the electrical and metallurgical Indusiries berause it will not melt until heated to ahout 4,500 degrees Fahrenheit. At present rhenium is rarer than radium, and it constitutes about one part in a million in the earth's crust. Dr. Meggers did his detective work by analyzing the light given off by rhenium. He sprinkled some of the metal on a special arc light. The rays from this arc were reflected from a mirror and a metal plate, so that they broke up and focused on photographic films. There they registered the spectrum "lines" of the metal. 163 the gardens' These lines differ from every elem- human. They can be used to detect the presence of rhenium in other sub- stances. * About 2,000 new lines were pro- duced on the plate when the light from rhenium was photographed, dif- fering from the: lines produced by any other element. These form rhenium's "fingerprint" record. - ee ENTHUSIASM The great thing in life is to keep up full enthusiasm always, for every- thing we undertake to do, and do it right heartily, and never in a half- hearted way, nor to judge our life by present moods or depressions, for they will pass away. I FREEDOM. The conception of man's {freedom as ethical and spiritual, as resting upon the infinite wreath of human per- sonality, and its direct relation with the Divine Personality, has been the direct source of all that is noblest in modern ciyilization, a "Dearest Annabelle," wrote Oswald, who was hopelessly in love. "I 'could swim the mighty ocean for one glance from your dear eyes. 1 would walk through a wall of flame for one touch of your little hands. I would leap the widest stream for a word from your lovely Lips. As always, your Oswaid: P.S.--I'}l be over Saturday night if it oyal Arcanum Bul- doesn't rain."--Ri letin. ing than oth- think oneself more k | ers.~La Rochefoucaula ly a youlle andsweeter The CANADA STARCH CO., Limited MONTREAL ent, just as the fingerprints of every qe Tablets Aspirin For RHEUMATISM Prompt relief from--HEADACHES LUMBAGO, COLDS . . SORE THROAT. . . . RHEUMATISM . . . « NEURINS. . . . . . NEURALGIA. . . . . ACHES and PAINS . . as blossoms in its flavour Fore! "Fore!" The cry rings dos» the fairway. Golfers gay in pla}: plus- fours and screaming sports sweaters pause in their play to watsh the driver and to beware of the course of the wee white ba'. ~The ball may go whizzing past them or It may merely dribble a few yards from the tee after a flubbed shot, but an 'old Scottish custom has been observed. The origin of "Fore!" Is veiled in antiquity. _ No satisfactory explana. tion can be found as to the time and - method of its entrance as an accept- ed expression in "the Royal and Ancient Game of Goff," which receiv- 1ea its first notice as a troublemaker in the Scotland of 1457. "Fore!" is fined in Jamison's Scottish Diction- ary, published in 1820, as "a cry of golflers to persons standing or moving in the way of the ball." Prob- ably, according to present-day author- ities, the word began as "Before!" and, with proper Scottish regard for economy, was shortened to its present form. "Fore!" is a common. golf term which has, it seems, no legitimate standing, but ther: are other ex- pressions in the golfer's vocabulary which are legal but seldom heard. Among these are "sclafi" (to strike the ground back of the ball before hitting it), "scruff" (to cut through the roots of the grass in playing the ball) and "baff" (to strike the ground with the club when playing, and so to loft the ball unduly). "Old Col- onel Bogey," a "cop" (the top of a bunker) and "gobbie' (the nose or toe of the club) are old names intellgi- ble only to golfers. "Fore!" is, as compared with the cries used in other sports, a noble, dignified expression. The person who uses it is poised, majestic, com- manding in his aspect toward others and himself. He is lord of all he surveys, especially of the terrain be- fore him, as he prepares to punish the ball on the tee. He is serving notice 'hat persons 200 or 300 yards in front -may soon sce a flash of white speed pass them; and--be it on his own head if some one gets in the way! Of course, in many cases the cry is entirely unnecessary. Less dignified and more hurried are the warning cries in other sports. A foul fly in a baseball. gama calls | for "Heads up!" or "Over your head!" as signals for players to get ready to make the catch, .and for non- players to beware the wandering ball. The shout "Pass!" in football warns the defensive eleven to be on guard against a forward. "Cover up!" is heard on the basketball floor as the i side which has just lost possession of the ball warns its players to guard each his particular opponent. In a tennis game of doubles parder, calls to partner, when certain positions are to be taken, with "Back!" or "Up!" or even "Watch your alley!' . Oddly enough--and yet in keeping with the reputation humorists give to the game--golf is said to be re- sponsible for the expression "get- ting into a scrape" ~ "There is a game calldd golf," says a writer of a century or more ago, "almost peculiar to Scotland . . . played on downs (or links) near the sea, where there is an abundance of rabbits. One of the troubles of the golf-player is the little hole which the rabbit makes in the sward in its first efforts at a burrow; this is commonly callel a 'rabbit's scrape,' or simply a 'scrape. When the ball gets into a scrape it can scarcely be played. ... Here, and here alone, has the parase a direct and intelligible meaning. It seems, therefore, allowable to surmise that thig phrase has originated among the golfing societies in the north anc in time spread to the rest of the public." Pick the Good Ones This is the time of the year when the value of trapnest records for hens has its greatest value. In select- ing birds for breeding pens George Robertson, Poultry Husbandman at the Central Experimental Farm, Ot- tawa, advises that vigour is the out- standing qualification to watch ior in hens. The birds which pay nowa- days are only those having sufficient * stamina to stand up to heavy egg production. Size, body-type, volume and size of eggs are important, The trapnest record is a useful guide in the selection of birds of the right type. Equal care should be taken in thé selection of the male bird, which should be strong and vigorous and preferably the progeny of a dam of proven production ability. He should be selected carefully for quality, apd if he is the right type he will look it. it A ie ee SILENCE WITH A KICK "Every time my wife hears a noise at night she thinks it's burglars and wakes me up." "But burglars noise'. "So I told her. So now she wakes me up when she doesn't hear any- thing!"--Bystander (London). Yeti don't make any Prize Stepfather. Mummy, do you love me?" "Of course," ' "Then why not divorce daddy and marry the man at the sweetshop?' -- Der Lustige Sachse (Leipzig). tre A em: Customer: "I have spoilt my suit with yeur fresh paint." Grocer: "But didn't you see the notice, 'Fresh palnt'?" Customer: "Yes, but I didn't-take much notice. You nav? a notice, 'Fresh eggs.' "