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i Salada Green tea drinkers drink the best green tea "SALADA" GREEN TEA" 'Fresh from the gardens' SYNOPSIS. Henry Rand, 55, a bus s man, is found murdered in a cheap hotel in Grafton. James, his son, traces a yellow theatre ticket stub and a woman's hand- kerchief to Olga Maynard, a cabaret singer, in Buffalo. Olga says they were stolen by her purse by a man named Jensen. Jimmy and Olga hunt for Jen- sen. Olga falls in love with Jimmy, but he is in love with Mary Lowell, with whom he has had a falling out over his being seen with Ol Mary becomes en- gaged to Samuel Church, a wealthy law- yer, but later breaks the engagement when she sees Church's cruelty to a lit- fle dog. 'Jimmy has been warned to Jeave Buffalo and attempts nave been made on his life. io Jimmy's sister, calls on Mary, un- known to Jimmy, and tells her the rea- son Jimmy goes out with Olga CHAPTER XL. Jimmy said to Barry Colvin. as th were getting ready for bed: "Ther been a lot in the last week or so to take my mind off my real job hore. Seeing that fellow. Kid Divis last night made me realize it. I'm through moopcalfigg aroind. I'm going to find that man Jensen or bust. And when 1 find him I'm going to learn who's at the bottom of it ail. I don't think he is." "What did O'Day tell you about Divis? Did he locate him again?" "No. But we will, don't worry. Borry, has it occured to you what a strange, weird sort of mystery this whole thing is? Our newest clew, you might say, is this nian Divis. Checking back from him the other links in the ehain are Jensen, the anonymous let- ters, Olga Maynard, Tom Fogarty and the yeliow ticket st.b." "Yes, and the little shooting party that was planned for you. Don't for- get the famous shot in the dark, Jim, or the rendezvous with Jensen." "The one thing we can be thankful for most of all is the yellow stub. Thank God for that. If we ever do yun this thing down, 't will be because of that insignificant little piece of card- board. Without it we'd have been lost; we'd still be in Grafton, most likely." "There's an old saying; Jim, that there is no murderer smart enough to get away without leaving some clew behind. I'm beginning to believe it. Y've never heard of one that sucdk@- ed in doing it, and I've read quite a few murder cases." © "It's a law of retribution, Barry-- er something that amounts {io the same thing. You know, I imagine I ean just visualize that murder, and trace the man who did it through every step he took. After it was over, of course. ink of I can't bear tc thir the actual--" "I know," said Barry softly. "I can see him," Jimmy continued, "as he put on his hat and overcoat, then fumbling through his pockets and pulling out the handkerchief and lay- Ing it on the dresser. In this case, you know, the murderer was so con- fident of not being traced that, out of sheer bravado, he deliberately left the ' handkerchief on the scene." "Maybe not bravado entirely" put In Barry. "Perhaps he calculated to throw the police onto the wrong scent by bringing in the woman angle, Youn know how they persisted in believing that some woman was mixed up in it, And then, of course, when Olga May- ward entered into it, they just knew they were right. They still think so back in Grafton, Jim." "Well, of course, the handkerchi:f wouldn't have led us anywhere, but the murderer failed to reckon with the yellow stub. You know, Barry," he said musingly, "that phrase, 'the yellow stub,' sort of fascinates me. It isn't just a theatre ticket coupon. To me it's always been the yellow stub, ever since that night in that awful room when someone--och yes, it was a newspaper reporter--picked it up and yemarked that it would make a good beadline. He called it the mystery of the yellow stub." "They never used the headline, did Detective Mooney got him aside and asked him, as a big favor, not to mention i in his story, Mooney explained that they wanted the mur- Ter to think that the handkerchief was the only clew. He said the re- porter kicked like the devil but finally eonsented, inasmuch as none of the other newspapers knew about it, be- eause of some favors Mooney had shown him in the past." "Pl} be seeing Mooney tomorrow-- about that ring, and Marie Real. I'm leaving for Grafton early in the morn- Barry Colvin, engaged! today. Now, as a smart ycung crim- inal lawyer, suppose you see what you make of it." Barry read it. "Who is this Miss Caton?" he asked after he had finish- ed, referring to the signature. "She was 4 stenographer and a sort of secretary to that fellow Porter who fired me -from my job with the laun- dry." "And she says she thinks you were the victim of a frame-up," He read from the letter: * 'A man came in that morning and asked if Mr. Rand work- ed there. I showed aim to Mr. Por- ter and the two of them talked a while and I heard them mention your name. Late that afternoon you were dis- charged. I'm sure that's what they were talking about. The reason I wrote to you is that I saw the same man today, riding in an automobile." " Barry raised his head from the let- ter. "There you are--framed, all right. The bozo who is so anxious for you to clear out is trying to. make it easier for you." "Don't talk about it," said Jimmy. "I'm weary of it and I'm going to sieep." » - »* * Barry left for Grafton the next morning, taking with him the ring and promising to be back os soon as possible. "You need a bodyguard, you chump' was his parting shot at Jimmy. Left to himself, Jimmy retreated to the quiet of his room and there sat down with a valiant resolve to apply his mental machinery to the fomula- tion of some plan which might lead him to the root of the mystery. Fogarty, Jensen, Divis, Olga May- nard, O'Day, Thaddeus Rand--the images conjured by these names float- ed mistily before his eyes, and, dis- appearing again, left him groping vaguely in an attempt to rationalize the strange procession of events. That evening found him with Lieu- tenant O'Day at police headquarters. "Did Thaddeus Rand have any bro- thers or sisters?" he asked. O'Day sat and pondered. "I'm not sure," he said finally. "There was some talk or rumor that he had a sis- ter, but it's been too long to remember I sort of -think there was a sister." Jimmy said: "Barry Colvin brought a ring when he came here. It had the name Marie in it and my father's initials on it. It was Marie Real, of course." "More than likely," assented O'Day, "but does it mean anything?" "Nothing, except that I'm going to run it down if I can. I'm sure that the motive for my father's murder comes somewhere from out of his past. That's why it's worth investigating He reached for his hat. "If there were any way of tracing my grand- father--if he did have any sister that might b2 able to tell us something, or that might help us clear up this, this fcg--then we might get some- where." . "You can never tell, Rand. Mayte someone who loved Marie Real and was jealous of your father--" "Hardly. She would be ag old as my father now. It would be waiting a lene time for revenge." "But people are strange. Sometim :s they do wait for the right chance-- some of them." * » * » He felt certain, as he threaded his way home, that old Thaddeus Rand somehow held the key to this baffling mystery. hs Perhaps old Thaddeus was dead, and, if so, the secret might be locked with him in his grave. Perhaps Marie Real, if she were still alive, could point the way. ... > He reflected that this thing that had happened te Henry Rand could have happened to few men. There were very few about whom so little was known--even by their own am- ilies. Henry Rand himself, he admit. ted, was nearly as much of a mystery Ag his murder. Pleacure bound crowds, headed for an evening' at the theatre or some other form of amusement, jostled him as he walked heedlessly on. . . . . He had firmly resolved to put Mary Lowell out of his thoughts, but despite himself she filled them and his at- tempts to decide on a plan of action was futile. > : Back in his room, he flung open his window and, heedless of the cold, re sat gazing at the distant lights. Electric signs, blocks away, flicker. ed and danced as they conveyed their| sales messages to a public whose! pocketbook responded to advertising as to no other thing. An illuminated billboard, not so .ar certain brand of automobile, studied it and grew cold. He heard the gentle jeering of Barry Colvin's laughter in his ears a1.d 'missed his amiable companion- ship, an! his continual banter. . . . . The sign faded. Instead, he saw Mary Lowell's eyes, and the loneliness that filled him was almost more than he could endure. » » - * How long he had sat there he did not know, but the ringing of the tele- phone bell downstairs aroused him with a sudden start. Mrs. King had gone to bed. He waited, debating whether to go down- stairs and take the message, and de- cided to let it ring. .. . Still, he re- flected, it might be for him, Better go down. Unwiilingly, he pulled himself to- gether and started slowly down the stairs. He lifted the receiver, said, lazily: "Hello." "Jim! Is that you?" It was Olga Maynard's voice, tense, strained. "Yes." Alarmed at her tone, he said: "What's the matter?" Her voice came over the wire in a hoarse whisper, "I've found Jensen. He's in a house across the street. Come quick--oh!" A sudden, gasping cry--then sil- ence. He called frantically into the phone, "Olga! Olgal" But the echoes of his own voice, sounding strangely in the dark, empty hallway, were his only answer. (To be continued.) minimis fi esi What New York Is Wearing BY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur- nished With Every Pattern Here's a snappy sports costume. And not a lot of pleats to keep in order! It's so easily repressed. The original of today's model, in plaided crepe silk in navy and white with navy bindings, was very, very French. The close fitting hat of the beret type matched the dress, the pat- ern for which is included. And to make it! Could you imagine anything more simple? The back is in one piece and moulds the figure through the waist and the hips. The one-piece front has an inset at the centre-front, with inverted plaits at either side. Sew i the sleeves--and it's read to weary. Style No. 3018 is designed for sizes 16, 18 years, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust. Wool jersey, shuntung, linen, men's striped silk shirting and pastel tub silks are fetching in this model. Size 36 requires 3% yards 35-inch for dress. HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and size of such patterns as you want. Enclose 20¢ in stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for each number, and address your order to Wilson Pattern Service, 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. mem m---- The Personal Factor The personal factor is one of the most important in the successful feed- ing of pigs, writes R. M. Hopper, Ani- mal Hubandry expert of the Brandon Experimental" Farm. The successful hog feeder realizes that feeding is not merely a mechanical operation, - but one requiring skill and close observa- tion to his animals, to obtain the maximum development and greatest return for the feed consumed. ------ "Ambition may be the last infirm- ity of noble. minds, but it is a splen- y did. spur for the average man."-- away, proclaimed the virtues of a pean Inge. He! Are Men Becoming Colour-Conscious? Montreal Journal Commends Colorful Garb for Mere Male ""That enterprising and ubiquitous individual, the American tailor," writes the Montreal Dally Star, "has decreed that the business man must have more color in his life--by way of his clothes--this forthcoming spring and summer." He prescribes a selection of snappy hues, so that the wearer may be able to pick a suit of the color he feels like wear- ing and no longer be limited to "the other suit" while his regular one is being pressed. The idea has much to commend it. Our present-day habiliments are much too sombre in hue. Their drabness is hardly ever illumined by a distinctive color-note, and in con- sequence we are dally losing some- thing of the joy of living. It would appear to be a move in the right direction, for instance, that a grocer should wear colors that blend with the general color-tone of his shop. A jeweller one would ex- pect, in this connection, to be at tired in a suit of rich but subdued tones, that would harmonize with the gleams from jewel cases. A butch- er should be clad in anything bu white, so that he may appear. .stain- less before his customers. Laborers should wear khaki, so that dust will be absorbed without showing upon them. Millers might be attired in white drill or flannel, and for\ haber- dashers suits of rainbow hue| would be entirely suitable. The great advantage of this {is that it would enable mere man to \regain some of the prestige which| more than mere woman has stolen from him. The male must reassert him- self it we are to have harmony In life-coloring, and the latter Is a con- summation greatly to be desired. . . Opinions "In a great many cases the artistic temperament of singers originates with their press agents.,"--Arthur Bod- ansky. "Laws do not effect reforms, nor do they make men better; that improve- ment must come from man himself." --Elihu Root. "Decency varies according to time and place, to conditions and social strata."--Elmer Rice. "Freedom is not worth having if it does not connote freedom to err and even to sin."---Mahatma Gandhi. "There isn't any durable prosperity for one nation unless that prosperity extends to the remainder of the world."--Andre Maurois. "Health is man's normal condition; he must do something foolish to lose it.'--James J. Corbett. "I should cure unemployment by in- created wages and shorter working hours."--Charlie Chaplin. "Now that I have nothing I am free and happy as I never was before."-- Grand Duke Alexander. "You could tell an American in dis- gulge by the fact that he thinks he's a great orator.'--Sinclair Lewis. "The world is suffering from an economic blizzard and the govern- ments should have taken in sail.'-- Stanley Baldwin. "The ethics of banking to-day are not dissimilar from those of the old robber barons."--John Haynes Holmes, "It 1s unfortunate that so many first-rate scientific men have died childless,"'--Sir James Jeans. "Europe is on the edge of an abyss --not war, but revolution."--Guylielmo Ferrero. -- tans Spring Play-Day Don't let your teacher send you home for vacation before all of you have had a jolly spring play-day. The last day of school is when you can have the best time. Arrange baseball games and potato-rolling contests, tug o' war, handicap races, also a picnic lunch and an after- noon program. Try to have as many of your Dads and Mothers present as possible. If you have ponies, stage a pony race, too, and don't for- get the boys' band for a parade. A fine time on spring play-day will make all of you want to come back with a lot of pep next year. Gahhin Go tia "When shail. ever separate them they for- get the possibility of a sneeze," - lovers swear nothing of There we were! Standing on the edge of that little mountain lake. Fire to the right of us, fire to the left and behind' us. Then we heard that strange crashing through the under- brush. Scottie | bristlin ood and a fawn burst through the bush and rushed along PN the edge of the lake. They pass- a ed so close I could have touched them as they dashed along. Then the woods seemed to be alive with scurrying small animals all rush- ing down to the shore. Ancient ene- mies ran together--grudges and racial fears forgotten--and a score of little furry things one never Sees by day, came out of their hiding places and made for the water line. It was quite useless to try and go around the fire in either direction-- we must have a raft. There was plenty of time now for it would take the fire some time to reach us from any direction. I casually set about getting through logs to build one. Of a sudden Scottie cocked his ear. 1 listened, too--and sure enough it was the drone of a motor, Before long we could see the plane, and in a few minutes it was spiraling down to make a landing i. the lake. You see, it was an amphibian plane that lands either on the ground or on the water. It hit the water with a "splash," "splash," and taxied slowly up to us. There was good old Bob from the air- drome--and maybe he didn't look good to me. But what a rattletrap of a machine he had! "Bob, where did you get that old crate--it sounded like a Vickers--but if that's a Vickers, then I'm a negro!" "Well," said Bob, "you don't look unlike one, and speaking of old crates --where did you.get that swell suit of clothes?" . Sure enough, I was black from head to foot from soot and cinders. My leather coat had been cut up to make a rope--my shirt to make a sling to lower Scottie over the falls, "But se iously, Bob, wherever did you get that floating wreck?" "The motor is a hummer--it's a real Vickers," answered Bob, "but whoever hung that scarecrow of a plane on f= Erovine- hen by our relief, a d that-good motor I cannot imagine, It would make a good wagon for the wheels are sound--or a good boat, for it doesn't leak--but it acts like a fly- ing rooster in the air--lots of noise but no ft." To "I don't lke it any better than you do," continued Bob, "but when I heard that you and Scottie were lost there wasn't much time to go around look- ing for a good machine. It was a ques- tien of getting hold of some kind of plane and getting started. In fact, 1 didn't eve.. stop to enquire who owned this craft, just as long as the propel ler went arornd, that was all I asked of it." "Anyway,here's your life preserver," said Bob, "and you'd better strap it on. If this bunch of misfit parts does not hang together--you may have to walk homo." : By the time the parachute was strapped on, we were ready to go. Bob gave her ga. carefully--we moved out into the lake. turned and headed into the wind. It we did have to jump, I must find some way ¢«° strapping 'Scottie so he could not possibly fall out of my arms, 1 found a piece of strong canvas in the bottom of the cockpit and in the mid- dle of this I cut four holes, just big enough to shove Scottie's legs through. This sling I fastened securely to one of the parachute straps. Scottie was now well tied to the parachute, and if 1 had to jump his chances were about 50-50 with me, and with all these autos around, that's a dog's chance anywhere, After a while I settled down, and somehow it seemed so secure drifting along up there far above the ground, that I forgot all abont the possibility of having to jump. Suddenly Ire- ceived a sharp reminder We ran into an air pocket a nd dropped like a lead shot. Only for 'an instant --then we were out of it--but that instan: was a death blow to the old plane. It just seemed as if every nut and bolt were ready to fall apart. | Bob turne and motioned me with his hand. Up to the edge of the cockpit 1 stepped--then jumped. : (To be continued). orders Ohocolate Malted Wik The health-giving, delicious drink for children and grown- ups. - Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. Miniature Church Entirely the work of one mar, a church recently completed in Guern- sey, after five years' iil, is one of the smallest in the world. 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Tuna contains a cemetery and the sacred ancient city of Hermopolie. writes Joseph M., Levy in a wireless to the N.Y. Times. The eily was located-on sandhills and some stones protruding from the top of a hi indicated the presence of a monument Clearance of the hill revealed a tomb temple of the Graeco- Roman périod having a facade unique of its kind. It is flanked by two col- umns adorned with volutes and papy- rus buds. Above the columns the fa- cade had three miniature false win- dows of a distinctive type, ~ one of which ha disappeared. The decorations of these windows consist of lobenges sculptured in blocks of stone. It is believed this was the beginning of the decorative style which later became widespread in the Copto-Byzantine form. Interior Found Plundered The temple door, blocked with a wooden panel, was still in place, but it was later ascertained that the in- terior had been plundered 'about the fourth century B.C. Bodies had been carelessly thrown on the ground of the first chamber. On the east and west sides were locull, one of which was empty, while the other contained a roughly mummified body. In the debris were found statuettes of seraphs and Isis and two necklaces, Further clearance brough to light a porch with five steps and a stone al tar similar to that of Petosiris in that it was surrounded by four triangular stones. Furthar excavations revealed pillars of the temple bearing the name Pady- Kam, grandson of Petosiris. This temple is believed to have been ruined in the Roman period because of the large number of Roman coffins strewn about the floor. Although the temple was found to be badly ruined, it was possible to lay bare its contours and to recover the ground plans There Temain 'sgme sculptur2s and colored stones "with hunting scenes which must have be- longed to the chapel. A pit contained four plundered Egyptian stone sar- cophagi unirscribed, oriented north and south, and also six Roman sar- cophagi oriented east and west, and some poorly wrapped bodies thrown on the ground but having fine plaster masks. Coins found there seem to date from the plundering of the temple to the be; 'nning of the second cen- tury A.D. Within the stone sarcophagi were fragments of wooden coffins belonging to a priest of Thoth, or Dhut-Iu, priest of Hermopolis, Pady-Kam, and to Tot- embat, mother of Pady-Kam. The pit also yieldeC a fine collection of scar- abs, miniature statuettes, mostly of the god Toth, and amulets. Black Granite Statuette Found There zlso was found a black gran- ite statuette of a high official named Pagher, It is hoped that as a result of the excavations here it will be pos- sible to reccnstruc the history of the great family of priests of Hermopolis. South of the temple on a hill was ug- earthed a grcup of houses, almost com- plete despite holes made by robbers in the lower scpulchural chambers. This discovery is of greai interest because it reveals some of the history of Egyp- tian architocture and decorative art in the first centuries of the Christian era. Most of them have two stories, one for the dead and the other for visitors. The upper story is composed of a log- cia flanked by columns, which are round in white-washed brick or stuc- | coed and osnamented with wavy lines. | Before each house was a mud-brick jaltar. Tle court of the loggia was | sometimes =dorned with scenes of | Junting antel 'pe and fishing for dolph- ins. The first two rooms were painted "to imitate marble and further adorned { with painted flowers or geometrical | designs. The lower floor consists of vaulted chambers for the dead. communicating with the outsr world by two vertical slits in the wall. On a staircase lead- ing to these chambers are niches con- taining earthenware pots slightly blacked by smoke. Lamps and coins found around the houses duts them to the fourth and fitth centurics B.C. With the com- plete clearance of these houses it is. expected that a whole city of the dead will be brought to light. Some of the. houses ceem as well preserved as the 'best of Pompeii. - oa JEALOUSIES People talk of open jealousies; but the secret heart-burnings that arise from misunderstood, half-understood, or wholly false positions between men and women are much worse, It is the unuttered sorrows, the ume admitted and impossible-to-be-aveng- ed wrongs, which cause the sharpest. pangs of existence. dlp HOME The air of home . . . the purest an# the best there is . . . God bless home and all belonging to it. o