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Nearly all seek quality nearly all drink Salada a6 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 10 Olga Maynard, a cab; inge Buffalo, abaret singer in 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- aged to Samuel Church. Later Mary reaks with Church because of his cruel- ty to a small dog. Olga s mysteriou ly disappeared. Jimmy ils Kid Divis, a known intimate of Jensen's to a lonely ! house, where he finds Olga a prisoner, CHAP.ER XLVHL Divis, if he had been a little quicker in turning, might have seen Rand in time to Cuck the blow that was aimed at his head with the heavy andircn knob. 'As it was, he was too slow, ana be didn't know what hit him. Jimmy brought down his cr .de weapon with crushing force. It hit Divis on the Lead, just behind the ear. He slump- ed forward in his chair, his arms sprawled grotesquely on the table, completely "out." Jimmy sprang to Olga's side. "Jim!" she breathed. "Thank God!" He fished a knife out of hls pocket and with swift strokes cut the cord that kept her prisoner in the chair. "What did they do to you?' he whispered. "No, don't tell me yet. Wait." Her lead fell forward on his breast as he half lifted her to her feet. She was close to fainting. He eased aer back into the chair, patted her wrists to start the sluggish circulation, whis- pered in her ear: "Olga, brace up. Pull yourself to gether. You can't go to pieces just yet--not yet. Please." Ske managed to lift her head. "I'm all right, I think. But Jim, how did you get here? How did you--?" "Sh-h-h, not now. Here." He ran swiftly and noiselessly over to Kid HEADACHE? 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If he moves, you cover him, and if necessary don't hesi- tate to shoot him." ' "Jim, I can't." "You do as 1 say," he commanded. Then, in a tone less brusque: "Come, now, just sit here and hold it. I'm going upstairs to see if I can find out | who's talking to Jensen." "You take this, then" She held out the pistel to him. "You'll need it." "No, I've still got this." He band- ished the broken andiron. He looked, half pityingly, at Divis, stretched unconscious on the floor, "It was rotten--hitting him from behind like that--but the only thing to do. He'll come to, I think." He moved «wary the door. "Don't forget," he cautioned. "Keep him covered, and if he makes a threaten- ing move, shoot. And if Jensen should come down. . . That could mean only one thing--that Jimmy would not. . . "Jim," the whisperad, but he was gone. Again Jimmy was out in that dimly lighted hall, his feet padding noise- lessly over the thin carpet. Upstairs he could still hear the mumble of Jen- sen's voice speaking .over the tele- phone, He breathed a prayer of thanks that he had found Olga in time, an- other that he might in some way learn who was talking to Jensen over the phone ? He had no fear of Jensen now. They had met once before and he had more than held his own. Besides, there was that heavy andiron knob. If he should need it. . . . He clutched it tightly in his right hand. Then silently he mounted the dark stairs. Dark except for a nar- row strip illuminated by a beam of light from the "oom where Divis lay and Olga sat watching. He hesitated just before coming to it. If Jensen happened to be looking, he surely would see his shadow as he passed. So he stood a moment and listened. Jensen's voice still sounded far away, probably coming, Jimmy con- cluded, from a room, rather than from the upper hall. He seized the ban- nister, pulled himself swiftly past the light and resumed his silent, creeping journey up the stairs, because thé man's voice was still a steady rumble. Listening, Jimmy thought it must be coming from a room directly over the one he had just left downstairs. At the head of the stairs he slop- ped once more. Jensen's voice was more distinct, but still it was impos- sible to distinguish his words. Jimmy thought: "If only he'd men- tion the other man's name . .. Just once . . . I've got to hear what he's saying." He moved slowly, silently, up the hall. He was right, he found. Jensen was inside the room, just as he had pictured him. And now Jimmy, crouched outside, hardly daring to breathe, could hear what he was say- ing: "Huh? . .. Yeah. . .. Well, gettin' ready to pull my freight." There was a long silence, during which Jimmy imagined the unknown on the other end of the wire was talking to Jensen. Jensen's drunken rumble resumed: "Yeah, she's here. . . Well, I might SAVED IMPORTED DRESS "After a little wearing, a lovely green volle--an imported dress--lost' wulor 80 completely that it was not wear- able. A friend who had admired it asked me why 1 wasn't wearing it any more. On hearing the reason, she advised dyeing it and recom- mended Diamond Dyes. To make a long story short, it turned out beautifully, I have a lovely mew dress that really cost just 15c--the price of one package of Diamond Dyes. "I have since used Diamond Dyes for both tinting and dyeing, They do either equally well. ] am not an expert dyer but I never have a failure I'm Jensen had not seen him, he thought, | take her along with me, an' if she ain't, agreeable 1 can dump her off some place. The Kid's gonna bring the car tonight. ... Huh? No, I don't think she would. I don't think she likes me too much." He laughed loudly at something that must have amused him "Huh? ... No, not me. I'm not bumpin' off any woman. It ain't in my line. . .. What do I care if she does tell? I'l be over the border. . . Who, you? Not a chance. She don't know a thing. Not a thing." . Again he stopped talking, and Jim- my found himself trying to piece to- gether the fragments of conversation, to imagine what the other man must be saying to Jensen. He heard Jensen say: "Who? Rand?" and his nerves tingled at the mention of his name. That Jensen and his unknown should be discussing him, ... . "No," Jensen went on, "let the Kid do it. I'm leavin' tonight . . . Sure, he can. . . He should 'a got him that night when he took a shot at him. Just a bum break, that's all. . . Yeah, I got the dough. The Kid give it to me. . . Yeah, one grand. ... And say, don't forget. As soon as you hear from me down in Mexico, don't forget to send the rest of it. Five grand. . . And say, don't try to slip me no double cross, cause if you do, your goose is cooked. See? "Aw don't bother about Rand. The Kid'll get him if you give him time. id viSure", "So," Jimmy was thinking as the other's voice trailed off again, "it was Kid Divis that took the shot at me that night. Now I wonder why? . .. 1 wonder who it is that's so anxious to 'get' me?" "No," Jensen was saying. "I'll take her with me. . . . Sure, she won't get away. I know where to stop . . . got friends . . . take me in . . . sure. .. Yeah, Charlie's goin' with me . most of th' way. . . "You goin' away? What for? ... Oh, you're thinkin' of it. . . Naw, I tell you she don't know a thing. You're all right. Safe as a bug in a rug. Ha-ha." Jensen iaughed uproariously. By "she" Jimmy felt certain Jensen was referring to Olga Maynard. He assumed that Jensen wanted to get her out of town so she could not ex- pose him in this kidnapping business. H shifted his weight a little, re- lieving his cramped muscles. A board creaked ominously. He held his breath, waiting, ready to mect Jensen shozld he rush out of the room. Jensen, the receiver at his ear, heard it. Still keeping the instru. ment clapped to the side of his head, he turned questioningly around and peered out at the blackness of the hall. "Wait a minute," he said. Then, after a long pause: "That you, Kid?" He waited what seemed to Jimmy an interminably long time before he turned back again to the phone. Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief as he heard him say, "All right, go ahead. Thought 1 heard someone in the hall. This house so old . . . gives me the creeps . . . boards squeakin'. .. Go ahead. "Well, all right, chief. Be good can't be good be careful. Ha." His deep, grunting laugh filled the room with raucous soind. "1 will. . . You bet. . . Don't for- get about the dough, now. . . Soon's you hear from me. . . Yeah. Might do a job for you again some time . .. this blows over . . All right . = Bye." Jimmy could hear the metallic click as Jensen replaced the receiver on its hook. He rose heavily from his chair. A match flared as he lit a cigaret. Jimmy, still crouched in the hall outside, rose to flatten himself against the wall, and through his mind flashed a memory of a rainy night weeks ago, himself against another wall, waiting. As he straightened up the betray- ing board squeaked again, loudly. He could hear Jensen stop. "Who's that?" came his voice. Then, in a loud tone, "Kid, that you?" He came out of the room in a. sud- den rush, and loomec up in front of Rand like a monstrous giant, the Jargeness of his figure emphasized by the darkness. And then he saw, and Jimmy swung the andiron straight at his head. But Jensen, unlike Divis, had time to meet the attack. He flung up an arm and the heavy metal knob struck hard, unyielding flesh. With amazing quickness he had grabbed the andiron and wrested it from Jimmy's grasp. A loud crash on the stairs below told Jimmy that he had flung it away. Jensen's hand went behind him and when he straightened Jimmy saw glinting steel. * "Now, you young mug, I'm going to square with you right away. Right where I want you, eh? How'd you git here? Where's Divis?" Jimmy made no answer. He had eyes for nothing, thoughts for nothing save that revolver in Jensen's hand. And suddenly his taut muscles, releas- ing him in a desperate leap, he launched himself straight at that men. acing steel and with his hands sought to tear it from Jensen's grip. With all his despairing strength he tugged at the other's hand, bending it back on the wrist, unmindful of the punishing blows. Jensen was raining on his lowered head. And then Jensen, in profane agony, with Diamond Dyes. They seem to be made so they always go on smooth: ly and evenly. They never spot, 'streak or ran; avd friends never know the things 1 dye with Diamond Dyes are redyed at all!" Mra. R. F., Quebec. released his hold. The weapon went clattering to the floor. 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Houseman, in "A Shropshire rem fp eee "We are a generation which lives on newspapers just as caterpillars feed on green leaves."--Winston Churchill. So A me ee ne A boy was about to purchase a seat for a cinema in the afternoon. The 'box-office man asked, "Why aren't you at school?" "Oh, it's all right, 'What came before: As Captain Jimmy and his new found friend Jed Stone race away from the Chinese bandits in an old railway locomotive, Jed tells how his brother had been captured by outlaws, and of his vain search. a As Jed told me the story of how his brother had soundly thrashed the bandit chief and how they had carried him away Into the hills in revenge, it suddenly occurred to me that these outlaws were the same band from which 1 had recently escaped. We were so interested in our $lans for getting him free, that I failed to notice another train rounding the curve until its whistle shrieked a warning. To make matters worse, we were backing up, instead of .un- and our string of ning forward freight cars would soon be reduced to matchwood between the heavy locomotives. The brakes would never stop in time--I switched to full speed ahead, in hope that I could lessen the im- pact, The wheels spun and hissed, and it seemed that our locomotive must jump the track. Too late! _There was an ear-split- ting crash and it just felt as if some big glant had kicked the locomotive tight out from under us. seem- ed as if she were going fo gam right over, but someho'v it héld to the rails. Looking back we saw a wreck In- deed. The engine had plowed into the rear of our train of ten freight cars. The first three were a mass of splinters, the next two were Cross ways on the track. The engine it- self, after causing all that trouble had jumped the track, and now lay on its side in the ditch steaming and fussing at a great rate. The tracks looked as if a cyclone had just passed by. Ralls were torn up, and tics scattered around. Fo ~---- = The crew had luckily jumped, and taking no further chances, promptly fled. "] guess we had better get out of here before someone blames us for "First thing you'll know som)» one or other will want their old engine back"-- all this", chuckled Je Stone. let's go." It seemed best to leave the freight 5, As quickly as I could, 1 uncoupled the engine, climb- ed into the cab and opened the throt- After roaring a.ong for a few miles an idea occurred to Jed Stone. "How about cutting the telegraph cars right lhere, tle. wires?" True enough, in a few minutes the crew might decide to return and tele- graph ahead, and then there'll be a whole parcel of Chinese troops wait- ing for us, asking where we found We slowed down to 8 In a moment I climbed out the engine. stop. and cut the wires. ; We were still in enemy territory, many, many, miles from Shanghal. Somehow we must get to our air- Every mom- ent's delay meant just that much less rescuing Jed Stone's plane and get going. chance of brother, alive. On and on 1 pushed the old engine, as fast as 1 dar- ed. The country was flat and un in teresting. Most of the Guy, timber had been cut away years be- fore, and the ground almost barren of vegetation. see an occasional ing away to ghe horizon. (To be continued.) Any of our young ing to "Capt. Jimmy", free. Bordens SCV Malted Wik The health-giving, delicious drink for children and grown- ups...» - Lost Villages of Conquistadors : Found High In Peruvian Andes Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. New York--High in Mountains, northeast of Areyuipa, 14 at the time of the Spanish conquest, ! have been located by the Shippee- Johnson Peruvian expedition. headquarters. Shippee said ten of them were "in- habited, in good condition and appar- ently with about 30 per cent. popula- tion; ard two completely abandoned." the Colco, he said. The villages originally were located by George R. ("Tuck") Johnson, co- leader with Shippee and cameraman | of the expedition. He chanced upon' them while flying in the vicinity of Cuzo two years ago. | It was to explore, survey, map and | photograph the villages that the ex- pedition last week moved its base from Lima to Arequipa, 550 miles to the south. Shippee'sd cablegram said the upper | end of the Colca Valley was "un- usually eroded with cliffs, several thousand feet high, and somewhat similar to the Bryce Canyon of Utah. We found the gorge to be about 8,000 feet above sea level and the surround- ing valley, between 10,000 and 11,000." He added that an attempt would be made to land in order to take motion pictures. "In the towns, we rounded square towers, indicating Spanish origin," he continied. "Nearby were many wheat fields in a great mosaic. Our planes | the Andes obviously terrified many of the na- Others tossed their large-brim- villages, sald to have been established med hats into the air as if beckoning tives. to us." The expeditigon's headquarters here Robert said the Colca villages are believed to Shippee, coleader, reported the dis-| have been built high in the Andes to covery in a cablegram to New York support silver and copper mines higher up. Their importance dwindled when the mines became exhausted, and, be- cause of difficulty of communication with the coast, they became isolated two more practically deserted and forgotten. They do not appear on The | BOvernmental maps in Peru, where villages were found in the valley of nothing is known .of the racial char- acteristics of their inhabitants nor of their economic, religious or social cus- toms. --_-- Little Bad in Every Man, Chicago Scientist Avers Chicago--Dr. Harold Lasswell, one of five University of Chicago scientists Mile after mile passe- ed by, and after a time we began to soldier walking along the tracks, Then a large wood began to appear on our left, stretch- readers writ 2010 Star Bldg, will receive his signed photo Unnecessary Sympathy P. L. EISNOR and a little dar a ling blue eyes ppea Sometimes ling rose-bud of a mouth. course his mother was slave. 2d 33 One day, having secretly taken & knife from the pantry, he was out in the yard making a sailboat when sud- his adoring still at the sound of loud walling. She rushed .downstairs and was out- side in a few seconds. "Oh, Edgar, what have you do my darling?" she gasped. N He held out to her a little finger, from which a few drops of bright red blood were trickling. "The bad knife -- cut my finger," he told her, between his sobs. She picked him up in her arms and carried him into the house. f "Oh, my poor little baby, my poor mind, love. Mother'll fix in" When the cut was carefully band- aged, Edgar's mother made him some candy, and kept murmuring over him commiseratingly until the child was sure he had been grievously hurt. Next day, while playing in a little field nearby, he was stung by a wasp, Again, a great fuss was made over him. - Edgar's uncle Reginald happened to be visiting at his sister's that day. He watched the proceedings quietly, but when the boy had been put to bed, he turned to his sister. "Kate," he said gravely, "how long do you want to keep that lad of yours a baby?" Kate's blue eyes opened very wide. "What do you mean, Reg?" she demanded indignantly. "I'm not keeping him a baby." "He is old enough to be a brave boy, but if you continue coddling him and pitying him every time he gets a little bruise, he'll. always' be a baby." : "But, Reg," protested the mother, instantly on the defensive, "you don't understand. That sting might have caused something serious if I hadn't attended to it at once. And he's still very little, and of course it must have hurt him." "Very true," her brother admitted. "1 think it quite right to attend to any little injury. But it is not neces. sary to make the child think he has been seriousl: injured whenever he gets a little bump or to teach him to come running to you for pity. All children have to get their share of bumps and bruises. Teach him to take them manfully." Kate thought this over. "Perhaps you are right, Reg. I wouldn't want my boy to grow up to be a 'molly coddle.' Tl just try your way for a while. When he hurts himself, I'l} see that he gets looked after, but 1 won't say anything to make him think it is at all serious." For a few weeks after that, Edgar did not understand his mother's ap- parent lack of sympathy and cried the more because of it, but after a time he grew accustomed to her cheery, matter-of-fact treatment of his little mishaps and soon she found that he no longer shed tears or ran to her every time he bruised his knee or scratched his arm. * Real sympathy is always very de- sirable, but in training children to be brave and courageous, the mwother should be very careful to be as casual as possible when the little boy or girl comes -running in with a cut finger. It is not necessary to remain' entirely unmoved when a child is hurt, but as little comment as pOs- sible regarding the injury, with al ways a ready smile of appreciation when pain or discomfort is borne bravely, is the wisest course.--Issued h> said the cunningest things. Of _ denly his mother's heart almost stood | persons--and was as yet unable to put seeking to find out what "It" is, said he had interviewed from 300 to 400 his, finger on that elusive something that makes a man a failure or a suc- cess. But he has found out some things about human nature, and he had this to-say about the university students, beggars and rich men, salesmen and judges, who have been his laboratory subjects: "Every one of them has done some- thing for which he could have been England's Unique by the National Kindergarten Associ- ation, 8 West 40th Street, New York City. weekly in our, columns. These articles are appearing coil amen ome Railway Exhibition One of England's unique organiza- tions, the Model Railway Club, recent- ly held a novel exhibition in celebra- tion of its coming of age. The ex- put behind the bars had it been found out." Furthermore, he added, every indi- vidual told on himself. OR DAI LU sir," sald the youngster, earnestly, "I've got measles."--The Outspan. w NTY NCHEONS hibitors, who ranged from army offi- cers and butchers to clergymen, school children and farm workers, submit- ted two-ounce engines, carefully wrought to the minutest detail--one model submitted at the last exhibition traveled forty-two miles on its track five-eighths of an inch in gauge. One of the most interesting models at this year's exhibition was the work of a 13-year-old boy. This was a tiny res- taurant car, complete even to a plate under the kitchen tap. Most of the craftsmen become in- terested in their hobby at an early age. The interest is not confined to I'ng- land. This year L'Association Fran- caise des Amis des Chemins de Fer {accompanied them. The exhibition was keld at Contral Hall, Westminster, London, and was crowded from the opening vith child- ren and older connoisseufs--all ap- parently equally anxious for w ride on the model railway with its ninety- | foot track. -- Mrs. Neigh: "But isn't your son rather young to join the Army?" - Mrs. Bore: "Well, he is young, but then, you see, he is only going to join the infantry." i . > sent over exhibits and its secretarys . ) Edgar was a fascinating child, with. ian