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"A cup of Salada Green tea 'invigorates and refreshes - - "SALADA ~ GREEN TEA" SYNOPSIS Henry Rand is found murdered in a cheap hotel in Grafton. In the same room is found a yellow theatre ticket stub, which Jimmy Rand, Henry's son, traces to Olga Maynard, a cabaret singer in Buffalo. She helps Jimmy to find the man who stole it from her--Ike Jensen. Jimmy meets and falls in love with Mary Lowell, but when she sees him out 'with Olga she cuts him and becomes en- | r.ged to Samuel Chuich. Later Mary breaks with Church because of cruelty 10 a small dog. Jimmy and Barry Col- vin his friend, meet Mary on the street; they raise their hats and--suddenly Jim- my ° «¢els and runs down the street, leaving Barry and Mary dumbfounded. CHAPTER XLVI The smile died on Mary Lowell's mouth. She bit her lp and stared, uncomprehending, at Jimmy's vanish- ing form. Barry Colvin, his hat in his hand, ealled crazily, "Jim! Oh, Jim!" He mumbled words vaguely at Mary, not ---- = There is mo substitute for 'Fresh from the gardens' FLIOW STUB | realizing she was not near enough te hear: "He's crazy. I'll catch him-- see what's the matter with him." But Jimmy was not crazy. He had recognized, in the man who was boarding the street car, none other than Kid Divis. There was no time for explana- tions. Everything else could wait-- would have to wait. "I'll not let him get away this time," he snarled. He swung aboard the car, just as the conductor was closing the door. He glanced swiftly about him, his head lowered, his eyes peering. , . . He thought, "I mustn't take any chance of being recognized." Divis had moved up in the car. Jimmy saw a newspaper lying on the rear platform. He picked it up, slid into the seat nearest the conductor, For nearly 80 years preferred by the mothers of Canada because of their proven purity and high quality, Only Ghristie's can make Christie's Arrowroots. Pr IMPORTANT / : "n. woms you seen the new McClary Coal and Wood anges? New, different; beautiful, efficient, ey represent the finest value ever offered SR andl back, and shielded his face with the paper. what his plan of action would be--if Divis should see him and leave the car. "Grab him, that's all," he told him- self, and sat, hoping that there would be no such action needed. It wasn't Divis he wanted, he told himself. It was Jensen,. Divis, if ar- rested, would only lie again about Jensen's wherabouts, Perhaps he was going to see Jensen now. . .. Once Divis glanced nervously to- ward the rear of the car. Jimmy, his face exposed, shifted the paper quickly in front of his eyes, striving for an outward show of nonchal- ance that tie did not feel. But Divis kad not seen him--or, at least, had not recognized him--for he turned slowly around again and stared out of the car window. The car rolled on--block after block. Passengers left at nearly every stop, and now a new fear struck Jimmy--that if they rode much further he and Divis would be alone on the car. In which event, he knew, he must he recognized. Minute: passed--to Jimmy, nerv- ous, apprehensive, they seemed like hours. The car, with fewer stops to make, rushed along at swaying, dizzy speed. Jimmy, still behind his newspaper, saw the passengers gradually thin out until there were only three remaining besides himself and Divis. "Good night!" he said to himself. "Is this man going to the end of the line?" Anotlier passenger left. The car moved on. "End of the line," sang the con: ductor. "All out." Divis had risen from his seat, was walking down the aisle toward the rear platform. Jimmy saw that Divis would pass him. He though: "I can't follow him out. What can I do? If I trail after him he's bound to recognize me." Struck with a sudden inspiration, he closed him eyes and gently tilted his head back, letting the paper fall against his face and completely hid- ing it from Divis' view. The other two passengers preceded Divis out of the car. Divis, with an amused gpince at the sleeper in the rear seat, swung down off the step. "Hey in there, end of the line," yelled the conductor. He gave Jimmy a none too gentle push. "Want off. here?" "Huh?' Jimmy was acting for the benefit of Divis. If he were still within earshot, he thought, his ruse might work, He said, in a voice dis- guised and husky, "Hell, I rode past my stop. I'll stay on an' ride back." A fog had been gathering. It was thick, for which he thanked his lucky stars, but he could see Divis as he rounded the front end of the ear and crossed the tracks. The conductor lifted his hand to ring the bell. "Wait a minute," cried Jimmy, checking him. "I've changed my mind. Let me off here. 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Jimmy saw that he was in a sparse- ly settled district. Houses--those that could be seen in the foggy murk-- were few and far between .... no paved streets ... cinder paths in- stead of sidewalks. _ Ahelld of him, just barely discern- ible, was Divis, still walking. Then, keeping a safe distance between them, Jimmy followed the dim figure up the street. If the car ride had seemed to Jimmy to last for hours, the walk seemed like ages. Stretches between houses grew longer and longer. The damp air was raw. He shivered and buttoned his overcoat tightly around his throat. But he was cold not alone from the chill atmosphere but from his surroundings. . . . To be trailing Divis down this lonely path. «.- + « What was to be the outcome? He walked noiselessly, on rubber heels, but unconsciously he lengthen- ed his stride. A minute or two later he checked himself, seeing that the distance between him and the man he was following had narrowed. . He was afraid that Divis might suddenly torn around and wait. . . Then what? He felt sure sure that Divis was armed. . . . Barry Colvin had told him that Mary had broken off with Sam Church. He revolved it in his mind and found the thought pleasant. . . . But Mary had said she had written him a letter. What could have hap- pened to it? . . . And Barry said she still cared for him. . . He felt singu- larly uplifted--and then he came down to earth' again. He shook his head, muttered: "Must keep 1.y mind on what I'm doing. That can all wait. . . . Wonder where in the devil this Divis is going. He's taking me wa out in the country." The disconcerting thought struck him that perhaps Divis might have recognized him, after all, and was merely leading him on... to some trap. He said, trying to allay that sud- den fear: "That's a crazy idea. Mustn't lose my nerve. This fellow would be scareder than I am if he knew I was following him." = And still Divis walked on. The fog grew thicker. Jimmy al- lowed himself to approach a greal deal nearer. Once Divis stopped, and Jimmy had a horrifying moment. He dropped suddenly to the ground, flat- tened himself out on the cinder path. But Divis did not turn around. He had only stopped to shift a bundle from one arm to the other, . . Jimmy noted with relief that he was striking out ahead once more, Along a parallel street a block away Jimm could see dimly an automobile shooting, along at a furious rate and bumping crazily over the uneven road. He wondered what mission its passen- ger or passengers could be on to war- rant such reckless speed. Divis observed the auto, too. The roar of its motor seemed strangely far away in the fog, although only a short block separated them. Jimmy saw Divis stop again, his head mov- ing slowly as he followed, tne car with his :7es. Jimmy thought: "Wonder what - | to avoid her, . Mary thought, seeing me run away like that? Look#d as if I was trying ! . Must clear that up soon's I get back. . . . Wonder what Barry thought? . . . Good old Barry. Wish he were here." | He felt the need of someone near him. . . Not help so much, as compan- ionship. He debated briefly on the advisability of entering one of the houses that he passed so infrequently, explaining his plight and asking for someone to come with him--with a gun. But he put the thought aside. "Might lose him," he said. "Only thing to do's to stick to him to se where he's going. Thousand dollars to one now he's going to see Jensen. Maybe they've got Olga. . what a lonely place! Hide anybody here. No body within hailing distance all day long." Again Divis stopped and again Jim- my flattened himself on the ground, but again it was only to shift a bundle. . "Must be heavy," Jimmy said. "Wonder what's in it? Lord, if only somebody were here--Barry, O'Day, anybody." Straight ahead, and some distance back from the street, a light glowed dimly. As he drew nearer, Jimmy could see that it came from the basc- ment of a house whose outlines he Fou barely make out in the sereen-; ke fog. | There was no glint to the light, as there had been to those in dome of the houses he had passed. Jimmy con- cluded it must be shining from behind a drawn shade. i And then he saw his man turn sharply to the left. Dropping down to the ground once more, he saw Divis, head still straight ahead, walk toward' the house with the dim light. Growing a little bolder, he got to his feet and trotted, sure that he was unobserved. . It was a long walk from the cinder path to the front door of the house--| | an interminably long walk, he thought as he watehed Divis. Then he saw Divis descend the steps that led to the basement entrance. He' was out of sight-now, but Jimmy, lis. © Chie ADVENTURES and hua Dog SCOTTIE- 'What came before: Captain Jimmy and Scottie became lost inthe darkness wh! fl ing over the Chinese war zone, "n landing, they are captured by Chin.se bandits, Captain Jimmy estapes and plans to set free the remainder of his arty. Cautiously 1 moved toward the camp. The fires had burned to em- bers and now and. then flamed up fitfully. Certainly the outlaws wouldn't be leoking for an escaped prisoner prowling around their tents at that hour, Rolled near the largest of the fires, lay the figure of a man. Carefully 1 crawled nearer. A small twig broke under my knee and 1 stop- ped, motionless, not even breath- ing for a minute : or two. As 1 wiggled closer I could make out his features -- Sure enough, it was poor old Fu Hsu (Foo Soo) the interpreter. He was cramped and s0 cold and scared, I held up a finger in a warning, and worked my- self along to a point where I could cut his bonds with a jack knife. "All asleep?" I whispered. He nodded. Quietly we crept away toward the cool spring, The fresh, cold water revived him won- derfully. He drank as though he never intended to stop. Then I questioned him, "What happened to Scottie? The dog. Bow-wow?" "Blandit hit him on the head-- dog he bite blandit. Tie deg to tree. No idea where doggie." "And the Colonel?" 1 asked. "Colonel, he blandit, now. He Cook," whispered the interpreter, "He'll probably make a -better bandit than a Colonel." Meanwhile, a plan hac¢ been form- ing in my 'mind. Quietly we picked our way to where the Burros were hitched. We tied a dozen of them together so they would lead in a line. The other burros ~e cut loose, so it would take time for the bandits to catch them and, get on our trail. Taking the halter of the lead bur- ro, I healed down the valley that led through .the cleft In the moun: tains. Fu brought up the rear with two more burros--their lead ropes tied around his waist for fear he might drop it! He was the most Loose stones began rolling, and 'the burros instead of walking on their tip toes, seemed to stamp along on their heels, You know how loud everything sounds when you want to be guiet, and it certain ly seemed as if the noise we were making must wake the whole camp. ¢ Finally we cama to the narrow defile. Beyond that notch there was a bit uf a plateau. It was here that the bandit guard would be. The.oandits had just risen to their feet at the sound of our burros com- ing through the pass. Plainly they were puzzled, Had we come riding out into ttem like a whirlwind, they would have understood, and started firing on us. But here was - string of burros peacefally wending their way into the light of their camp fire. Leaning forward from the neck of my burro, I pricked the last of the string with my jack-knife, With a shrill cry he jumped against the next one ahead, who in turn rushed the next. In a moment they were in headlong flight. They scattered right and left among the bandits, and when a burro failed to bowl one over, the rope caught his feet and tripped him. Then, in the midst of the uproar, we dashed out yelling. The rout was complete, We just waited long en- ough to grab a rifle and went on a mad scramble down the mountain side. Mile after mile we rode at break- neck pace. Far back up the valley the whole bandit camp were in hot pursuit. When my burro showed signs of slackening speed, I thump- ed him in the ribs and off he went again amid a shower of dust and loose stones. Rounding a corner we came sud- denly to a rail road track, where five or six decrepit old freight cars stood, and a rickety 'old en- gine. We could hear the hoofs of the outlaws' burros pounding down the valley as we reached the cars. I leaned over and grabbed Fu by the slack of his pants, As 1 heaved to pull him in, a dark body came hurtling in, caught me amidships, and over we all went in a pile on the floor. hopeless Chinese I ever saw, (To be continued) Dordeses Ohcoiate Matted Milk The health-giving, delicious drink for children and grown- ups. . . Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. tening intently, heard two distinct raps on the door. Silence followed. Then cautionsly, his heart pounding a thunderous tattoo aginst his ribs, he slowly made his way up the walk to the house. What lay ahead? (To be continued.) baa Wife; "Its strange, Musical extraordinarily melancholy." Hus- band: "So do I, dearest." acm . No Hard Feelings.--Lady---"Have you ever been offered work?" Tramp --""Only once, madam. Aside from that, I've met with nothing but kind- | ness.' --Hudson Star. § Se ie i There can be no concert in two, where there is no concert in one.-- R. W. Emerson, WOOL HIGHEST PRICES PAID The Canadian Wool Co. 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In Mesokovesd On a Fair Sunday Cross the Hungarian border and you enter a land picturesque 'and un- usual; a land 1035 years old, full of ancient traditions and limitless hospi- tality. And only a short distance off the main route to Budapest is a place 2s quaint as its name. The achieve- ment of its correct pronunciation gives a pleasant, orideful zest; for the town is called "Meeokovesd." Show the least desire to see some- thing of true Hungarian country life, and your Magyar friends (Hungar- ians are more correctly called Magy- ars; they prefer it) will enthusiastic ally reconimend a trip to Mesokovesd, the most accessible, though by mo means the only native town famous for its costumes Two hours through fine, flat farm country will bring you there, out of the world of the radio and the automobile, into a world of gigantic well-sweeps, thatched cot- tages, picture book costumes, ccuntry homes where the servants wear faded livery, the inevitable flocks of geese. This is not a town preserved for commercial purposes. There the peas- ants--literally thousands of them-- wear elaborate and cumbersome cos- fumes because they :eall love them; because they have never been in the least tempted to lay away their em- broideries, their billowing skirts amd fancy headdresses, to follow the whim- sical dictates of standardized fashion. Hence, a visit to Mesokovesd on a fair Sunday is an unforgettable ex- perience. Out of low-built thickly thatched cottaggs; through little swinging gates! down narrow lanes and out inte the main paved thoroughfare t t leads to the town hall and the churzh, come, fluttering like butterflies, maid- ens, men and little children in such raiment as was never dreamed of. The skirts of the women stand out stiffly and sway as though worn with hoops over petticoats finely accardion pleated from an incredible number of meters of cotton cloth. The 'beautiful dresses, generally of silk or some silky material, are also pleated in infinitesi- mal pleats, laid in painstakingly by hand and "set," one it told, on baking day, by the weight of large, round, heavy loaves of steaming hot fresh bread. A lady's vlouse is generally covered with embroidery, with shirring, smocking and tucking beyond descrip- tion; the sleeves, finely pleated high above the shoulders, are held up by a stiff paper lining. The apron is a mess of heavy silk embroidery in hai- monizing cologs. A shawl, worn in winter, is placed over the shoulders, crossed over the breast and tied in back. This shawl has the most amaz- ingly fat, thick fringe of colored wr- sted, and worsted is used again in a most lavish fashion in a headdress mors than a foot high, built high over a liltle cone that fits over the har, bound into a tight knot on top of the head. Fortunately for the young girls, they do not wear any head cov- ering until they marry. A girl may choose for her costume any color or any .ombination of colors, and it seems that they instinctively choose wisely. Against a background of white houses with little solid black window shutters, the color effect is marvelous. The men, not to be out- done in finery, in Sunday wear em- broidered aprons, velvet trousers tucked into high boots, little flaring jackets and shirts embroidered in Russian style. Theirs is the funniest little hat in the world, a small affair with a high crown. It is of dark green felt, much beribboned and often it boasts a feather or a flower as weil. This hat is worn well front on the forehead and is held on by an elastic band around the back of the head. Naturally, a man cannot doff his hat, In Mesokovesd 'here are other mans ners. For weddirgs and other gaia occasions there are ill more elabor- ate costumes laid neatly away in the red and blue painted dowry chests. A village woman will graciously show you her little house and all her treasures; she will upen chests and cupboards with pleasure to bring out the exquisite needlework of the wemen of the household, whose motives and designs, peculiarly local, are handed down from generation to generation. There are her dresses for special occa- sions«the tall white and silver crown for a bride; and the bright flowery, tinsely one which is worn by the new- ly married woman. There is always the amazing headdress of thick worst- ed and many lovely long fringed silken shawls and scarfs that are used over that little cone, in which the hair is bound; for such simnle occasions as the Sabbath afternvon promenade.-- The Christian Science Monitor. Smtvrimittp-------- A BEAR OF A STORY Little Mary, given to excessive imagination, seeing a red calf in the orchard, t6l¢ her mother that there was a big red bear out ia the orchard. The mother, aware of Mary's besetting sin, said: "Now, Mary, you know well enough there is no bear out there, ard you had better go right ato the closet and ask God to forgive you." Mary did as she was told amd soon came out smiling and said: *"Mother, it's all right; God said he thought that calf was a bear, too, the first time he saw it."--"Animal Life" -- 7 Brown: "You said you ¢!* * 5 had the last word with your «' . but I notice she orders you abou' 2 horts: "I do have the last wo" Didn't 'yon hear me say 'all right's* a can Rs