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i 1 Va A ". 'Fresh from the gardens' =J > SYNOPSIS, Henry Rand is founa murdered in a €heup hotel in Grafton. In the Lame room | | Is found a yellow theatre ticket stub Which Jimmy Rand, Henry' son, aoe to Olga Maynard, a cabaret singer in| Buffalo. She helps Jimmy to find the | Man who stole it from her--Ilke Jensen, Jimmy meets and falls in love with Mary Lowell, but when she sees him out With Olga she cuts him and becomes en- Eaged to Samuel Church. Later Mary breaks with Chuch because of his cruel- ty to a small dog. Olga has mysterious- ly disappeared. Jimmy trails Kid Divis, a known intimate of Jensen's, to a lonely house, where he finds Olga held prisoner by Jensen. Jimmy breaks in, knocks out Divis and tackles Jensen. CHAPTER XLIX. Jensen, snarling in pain, had fallen back, but now he crowded slowly for- ward toward Rand, his giant paws outstretched, biding his time, waiting to get this mere strippling in his clutches. He ripped out an oath. "You--, V'll break you in half . . . break you in half." And Jimmy, cornered, unable to escape and rush down the stairs to Olga and the pistol he had given her, read murder in the other's tone and cursed himself for a fool for not hav- ing kept the weapon himself} cursed himsel. again and again for having taken this man so lightly whom he had chanced to thrash when they had met before. "Dancin' master, eh?" Jensen sneer- ed. "Well, you won't find 'any room up here for your fancy steps." He reached out a long arm. And Jimmy, retreating, was sud- denly surprised to find there was no wall behind him, but the doorway to the room Jensen had just left. He felt space behind him, and he stepped back into the pitch blackness of the room. Jensen, framed in the doorway, was a shadowy bulk. He kept on. Sud- denly he was inside the room and the door slammed shut behind him. "Now, cocky, let's see you try and get out." He laughed that throaty rumble of his. "One of us is goin' out, see, but it ain't gonna be you." Jimmy, retreacing to the end of the room, beside the window that opened on foggy blackness, said sharply: "Look here, Jensen, if you take an- other step, I'll fill you full of lead." "You're a liar. You ain't got no gun. I'm gonna strike a light." "Jensen, so help me, if you strike a light I'll shoot." But the other laughed, crazily, and Jimmy realized that he had to deal with a man gone Berserk with liquor. "Go on, shoot," he taunted, and Jimmy could heat him fumbling through his pockets. He thought of making one mad rush, of knocking Jensen to the floor and then grabbing for the door. But what if he should miss the door? "Helll" said Jensen, and Jimmy krew he must have discovered he was out of matches. . He dared to breathe again. Jensen said: "No use, son, you're gonna get yours. Plenty of time. I'm right here against the door. Plenty of time to say your prayers." "Jensen, I'm not afraid of you. Divis is out of the way now. And I can lick you. I licked you once before. He continued eraftily: "Why don't you go down and see what's happened : to Divig?" "Hell with Divis." Again that, crazy laugh. His whisky-laden breath | reached Jimmy across the room. Ang then he said something that Jimmy Rand had waited months to hear: "I Killed your old man... now I'm gonna finish the job." Jimmy felt sudden cold--Ilike {ce against his heart--and with it came a steadying calm. He said, between taut lips: "I know you did, Jensen. I've been waiting to hear you say it before I killed you. I've known for weeks that you did it." He felt that, after all, it made little difference to him what happened, so Jong as he could b- + his fingers in the other's throat a: choke the bru- tal; "drunken life out of him. "You did, eh?" and Jensen's voice was a sneering taunt. "How'd you get so smart?" Hell, kill me? Huh!" "You don't believe I've got a gun? _ Pm waiting, too, Jensen, waiting to have you tell me what I want to know béfore I use it." What a gigantic, crazy bluff, he thought. And what a still crazier thing to be doing--to sit and bandy rds with a man who had him trap- ogee a dark room, patiently waiting ~ for him to make a move, biding his to get him in his crushing hands, thought, and was surprised at the calm with which he was able to contemplate. it, if the other was going armed with a hatred he had never felt before. Meanwhile, if Jensen would talk--well, he would find out what he could. «vs "What I want to know," he said, | "is who hired you to kill my father. I've known all along you did it. You though' you were shrewd, Jensen, planting that handkerchief in the room. But you didn't intend to leave that stub of a theatre ticket. That wasn't so smart. Come on, tell me who was behind it." "You'd like to know, €h?" There was a crafty ring to Jensen's voice. "Well, I'm not tellin'. Sure, I bump- ed him off, sure. . . . Called him up at his office. Told him I had news of his father--what's his name?--oh, yes, Thaddeus Rand." Jensen laughed again. ... Jimmy thought the sound of it would drive him crazy. "No harm tellin' you about it. You're gonna get yours anyway. Well, he somes right down to. the room, see? The room I have in the hotel. Falls for it just like a fish. . . Pretty smart of me, eh?" Jimmy's hands twitched. He bit his lip savagely to down the hot anger that was leaping up to destrey his forced calm. And Jensen's voice went on, ngaddeningly, tauntingly: "Yeah, pretty smart of me, I'll say. Comes right upstairs an' knocks on the door. . . . An' I says, {Come in.' Just like that. 'Come in,' I says. Huh- hyh-ha." Again that thick, crazy laughter. "So he comes in, an' I says, 'What do you want? an' he says, 'Are you the man,' he says, 'that called me up and said he had news of Thaddeus Rand? " 'No,' I says. 'You must'a made a mistake, You got the wrong room, I guess." Pretty slick, eh, Rand? Oh, I'm not so dumb." He paused and the short silence was again broken with a laugh. Jimmy said, his voice chilled steel: "And then what?" "An' then he turns to go. 'Beg your pardon,' he says. Real polite, Rand, I'll say that for him. He's turn- ed around, with his hat in one hand an' his other hand on the doorknob. An' then I lets him have it--Bingo." He made a loud smacking noisa, of fist on palm. "With the old black- jack, Rand, understand... Good _ "Ten minutes ago I mi ty no now." - And tl -my himself laughed, a hard, strange laugh. "Jenson, 1 feel sorry for you, be- cause--well, just bdcause you can't understand and never would if you lived to be a thousand years. I swore one day in a morgue in Grafton that I'd kill the man who murdered my father. I've thought about that mény times. I didn't know that when that chance came I was going to find my- self in a closed room with a man I can't even see as I'm talking. "Jensen, you're 'drunk--but you're not so drunk that you're not afraid to die. And I tell you, that as truth- fully as I stand here, I'm not, Not now. You understand that, do you? With that--that heavy thing on your conscience that you just told me about, you can't realize that it's possible for a man to look death in the eye and laugh, "Here's why I'm not afraid, Jen- sen--because my longing to kill you stronger even than the desire to live. Not melodrama, you understand; just this--that somehow it'll be all right what you did to my father. "That's all." He took a step in the dark. "Jensen, I'm waiting for yoh." "You are, eh? Well, that was a pretty little speech you just made, but it don't mean anything. You think you're not afraid, but you will be-- when I get my hands on you an' start breakin' you up." "Why don't you open the door so I can see you?" Jimmy said. "An' let you get away? doin', "Oh, all right, I'll open it. I'd kinda like to see you myself while I'm operatin' on you." There was a sound made by the turning, of the knob, and then Jensen's shape was limned shadow-like in the doorway; dim light behind him from the refracted beam on the staircase. The opening of the door had been quickly done, but even as Jensen was turning the knob, Jimmy was starting forward, and all his strength was be- hind the blow that landed flush on Jensen's lips. The other staggered, caught himself against the door-jamb, and then, sud- denly, his arms were around Rand, locking him in a grip that was like a mighty vise. * "You would, would you?" He laugh- ed again, that crazy laugh, right in Jimmy's ear, and the latter, his ribs cracking under that terrible pressure, could only struggle feebly to resist. He was lifted off his feet. Jensen swung him around, then set him down again, and all the time the pressure of those mighty arms was growing stronger. J Jimmy has never been able to ex- plain how it happened, but suddenly Jensen shifted his grip and his hands were around Jimmy's throat. And in that same fractional part of a second during which his huge hands moved, Jimmy had thrown his weight for- ward and pushed out against Jensen with his arms. Jimmy heard the cracking of wood, and the other's hands were loose on his throat. And then the stair rail gave way, and Jensen went crashing through. - (To be continued.) Nothin' blackjack. Made it myself. . . Best blackjack in the world... . Damn you, you got it away from me that night, didn't you? ... Never mind, you're gonna get yours in a coupla minutes. . . . Plenty of time. ..." "That's all. I turned on the gus and left him. Fretty smart, wasn't 1? It don't make no difference about the ticket stub, Rand, because I'm goin' away from here where they won't find me. . . First of all, though, I'm gonna break you in half--" "Jensen, who put you up to it? Who paid you? The same man that paid you that thousand dollars today?" "What do you know about anybody givin' me a ilousand--oh hell, you heard me on the phone. Sure. "Like to know, woaldn't you? But I'm not goin' back on him. Pretty good pay, ne is Tell you what, Rand. Come on over here an' let me get my hands on you. Then I'll tell you-- while I'm breakin' you apart. Huh- huh." "Jensen," sa'd Jimmy, in a voice that he did not recognize as his own, "1 gon't know whether you can under- stand--you probably can't--but I just wanted you to know that whether you kill me or not I don't give a damn. o el o Yo I~ TEN | TTY a >t "We shan't ask Mrs, Green to join our bridge club next year. "Why not?" She entertained us today and ac- tually adhered to our rule not to provide-an elaborate luncheon." Shei I shall try to correct errors when shown to be errors, and I shall adopt new views so fast as they shall ap- pear to be true views.--Abraham Lincoln, have | en Jim-' ~to get my hands on your throat--is|_ if I go down trying to get even for nished With Every Pattern It's : ew! when it-boasts of just the merest hint of femininity, as marks this captivating dress. It is carried out in crepe printed silk in brown ground in clear white print so smartly suitable for imme- diate wear. i The skirt is circular and gored the from, a clever means of slend izing the figure. Style No. 8040 may be had in sizes 16, 18 years, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust. Size 36 requires 3% yards of 39-inch material with 3% yards of ribbon. You'll be agreeably surprised when you find out how utterly simple it is to fashion it. 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"Come, Brown, let me see what youn , have been writing," the schoolmaster | persisted. { Still the boy demurred, so the schoolmaster took possession of the paper, and there, in neat imitation ot | feminine handwriting, he read: { | "Please excuse my son James from at school today. He is wanted at home." -------- "Death would be awful only if we were conscious in death of not hay- ing lived."--John Erskine, A man's own good breeding 1s his best. security against other People's in manners.--Lord Chesterfield. -- ih om "There is no more dangerous doc- trine than that'a law is not law if for some reason youn djslike some- thing about It" Willi) G. McAdoo, above picture cannot measure up to bim he would go down fighting, i Although it has the advantage of th Canadian Pacific Railway's new "8000" THE GIANT AND THE PIGMY multiple-pressure locomotive, the top of the huge cylinders of the the T -- Yl, AE 6 helght of the platform above raillevel, when lined up against the Bantam Austin coupe, shown in the great engine, which is the largest and most powerful of its kind in the world, and unique on the American Continent, Ar ! RY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON Nlustrated Dresswcking T esson Fur- 'What came before--After many und- ventures flying over China, Captain Jim- my is captured by bandits. @ escapes an old seekin, in a freight train and meets friend, Lieut. Stone, on board, a brother who has also been captur by bandits. ¥ After we had cut the freight en- gine free from the cars, we roared along the tracks at a great rate. in the fields. Soon we would be near the enemy's head- quarters. "We're getting close up to the lines," I yelled above the infer- nal racket and clattering our en- gine was making. "Before long we must abandon ship and set out on foot. Otherwise some stupid Chinese General may have ties put on the track and stop us. And it's going to be just the least bit difficult to make him believe we didn't steal this old wagon. So I think we'd better swap this thing groups of soldiers while we still own it." "Too late. Here he Is," Stone re- plied. % > There, on the track, not Jalf a mile away was piled an immense num- ber of wooden ties. Around about were perhaps a hundred soldiers with eight or ten officers on horse back. re "Jump before we're hit, Jed," I hollered. "Get a horse somehow and ride for those woods. There will be plenty of vacant ponies when they hear us go into action with our brakes and whistle. You under- stand, Fu?' I added. "Uh Huh -- me savvy," Fu answer- ed. The group of soiudiers stood near the obstruction on the track and waited for us to arrive, Quite ap- parently they expected us to set the brakes and come to a stop, But they didn't know our brakes. Down we bore on them--not at any ups. . .. Now and then we rushed by little] great speed--but 1 could see that we | were going to hit with a sound thump. Suddenly we jammed on the brakes, pulled the whistle valve wide open and skated into their midst like a shrieking, fire-eating dragon. : "Jump!" * 'And jump we all did. Scottie went into action with the 'rest of us, and, having the advantage of being on top of the tender, he quite naturally jumped higher and went further. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him sail thru' the air. A Chinese officer was striving to quiet a fran- tic horse, Straight as a bullet sail- ed Scottie landing right on the back of that Chinaman's neck. Off the horse they both went, and of, all the blood curdling yells-- whew! --that officer just knew the old dragon had got him at last. Meanwhile I was doing a bit of sailing on my own account. : I jumped for a man nn horseback but I miscalculated my speed and missed him entirely. Just behind him, however, was a second mounted China- man and I clos- ed in on him like a football tackler and off { $ he went. 0 There was no h time to stop and palaver and argue about metlods. I had to get a horse and get out-- and so I did. It was a regular bedlam let loose, Our old locomotive had slid into those ties, kicked a few off the track and then rolled over on her back, wheels in the air, like a tired old horse, (To be continued) Note:--Any of our young readers writing to "Captain Jimmy", 2010 Star Bldg. Toronto, will receive his signed photo free. Borderes Bocolate Malied Milk "The health-giving, delicious drink for children and grown- Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. Shakespeare Types Up-to-the-Minue "The heroines of Shakespeare," said Mrs, Beatrice Forbes-Robertson Hale, in a recent address in Montreal, me extraordinarily modern, more up to date than any woman in literature between his own time and the-last thirty years. Shakespzare did not de- pend on his imagination for his char- 2 acters, but drew them from life. His . i age had much in common with our own . in being a period of stimulation. The ' THR | discovery of the New World and the stories brought back by adventurers stimulated the imagination. The struggle of the Reformation, and the advancement of learning, shared by women, were stimulating intellecta- ally and spiritually. Then too, the throne was occupied by a "red-head- ed" Tudor woman who did not hesi- : tate to express her opinions forcibly. 8 The women of her day were influenced by the qualities of the ruler, and girls were not afraid to be thought intel lectual as at a later period. Mrs. Hale selected typical Shakes- . pearean heroines, dealing chiefly with ' the non-historic plays. She began with Portia, from "The Merchant of Ven- ice," as an example of the efficient type, shown in her handling of the case of Antonio and Shylock. The women of the plays are cour- ageous, and typical of this quality was Juliet, who had the kind of cour- age that acts in spite of nerves and imagination. Juliet visualized the possible results of drinking the potion, » but carried cut the plan agreed upon nevertheless. Another kind. of cour- age, of the physical type, was shown by Imogen, in "Cymbeline." \ The heroines were strong, and there > ! were in all the plays, as far as she knew them, Mrs. Hale said, only four faints, "or three and a half," the half 14int being when Rosalind "turns pale and gives a little totter when she is shown Orlando's blood-stained hand- kercher." Hermione, in "A Winter's Tale," faints from good reason, tid- ings of the death of ner son. In the same play, Paulina, knows where the queen is hiding and says nothing about, it for fifteen years, "and yet some people say a woman cannot keep a secret." Rosalind and Celia in the Forest of Arden (in "As You Like It"), were shining examples of woman's loyalty to woman, and there were, the speaker 3 said, eight scenes from different plays illustrating this virtue of loyalty in women, "who stuck to each other through thick and thin." Ophelia and Desd were of ieebler conmstitu- New Sugar Cane Good Producer U.S. Federal scientists are enthus- iastic over the breeding and de- velopment of a new variety of su- gar cane which bids fair to further increase yields of sugar, already greatly augmented by the adoption in Louisiana of varieties imported and distributed by the United States Department of Agriculture several years ago. The first release of the new variety, which is now known as C. P. 807, was in the 1930 season, but the sugar experts have watched experimental - plantings for several years, and base their ex tations on results of these tests, in which C. P. 807 outyielded the best of the com- peting varieties by nearly a ton of per cent. a The {initials "C. P." in the name of the new variety are derived from Canal Point, in Florida, where the new variety was bred at the United States Department of Agriculture's field station. This station was es- tablished by the Bureau of Plant In- dustry in 1920, and this is the first improved sugar cane variety prod- ists have recommended to the plant- ers. At the station the breeding program has had two objectives, pro- duction of a sugar cane that would yield a large quantity of sugar, and which at the same time would be highly resistant to the diseases that nearly wiped out the sugar industry in Louisiana prior to 1926, when it was rejuvenated by the department's introduction from Java of the disease- tolerant P. 0O.,J. varieties. Compared with the best of the Java canes, P. 0. J. 213, which yield- ed 4,866 pounds of sugar per acre) in four test plantings last year, the | new variety in adjoining plots yield- | ed 6,725 pounds. ---- } Cutting It Short A butler always annoyed his mis.' tress by announcing her visitors sep- arately. For instance, instead of say- ing, "Mr, and Mrs. Kilkelly and the Misses Kilkelly,' he would call out, "Mr. Kilkelly, Mrs. Kilkelly, Miss k.lly," mentioning each member of ithe family by name, His mistress told him on her next "At Home" day to make the announce- ment shorter. ; Mr. and Mrs. Penny, with their grown-up son and a little daughter, were the first to arrive, whereupon the butler electrified his mistress by throwing open the deor and shouting, "Three-pence-half penny." sere mr SR a aE : Green. "You said you always have the last word with your wife, but since I've been here she continually ordered last word. Didn't you hear me say ' right' 7" » sit % sugar per acre, or by more than 35 uced there, which the sugar special- | Norah Kilkelly, and Miss Kate Kil-:: you about." Brown: "I do have the . The Sensitive Man He was quick to find a slight Where none was intended; Fancying wrong where all was right, Oft was he offended. Hurts which others never felt Left on him a llvid welt. Troubles others laughed away Bitterly depressed him; Trivial things which people say Seriously distressed him, Cares which others tossed aside Gloomily he magnified. Those who tried his friends to be Soon he'd disagree with; People quickly learned that he | Was difficult to be with. One so sensitive to pam Lonely often must remain. stradbee he never wondered why Others stayed so cheerful Underneath the self-same sky Where he was so tearful. Suffering many a hurt and sting, | They could often laugh and sing. Every care and grief and woe That on him seemed piling Had at times been theirs to know. But he saw them smiling, | Yet o'er fancied hurts and slights He spent many sleepless nights, --Edgar R. Guest. ee tee fen . Back to the Land Ottawa Droit: Canada is vast en- ough to feed all her children. If she Is not succeeding at the mom- ent, it is because her population is badly distributed. Too dense in the towns, it is too sparsely populat- ed in the country districts, Every effort made to re-establish the bal- ance should meet with encourage- ment. ? + 5 ¥i There's scarcely an ache or pain that Aspirin will not relieve promptly. It can't remove the cause, but it will relieve the pain! Head- aches. Backaches. Neuritis and neuralgia, Yes,andeven rheumatism. | Read proven directions for many | can't depress the heart, Look for the Bayer cross: on 0 wl = xk Al , And a Dblue-ringed cup , --Marion Doyle, in The Harp. tion. Opkelia was not the mental or y spiritual equal of Hamlet, who in his solitariness needed her help. Desde- mona, too, did net handle the situa- tion as other heroines would have done; they would have had it out frankly with Othello. Lastly Mrs. Hale spoke of some types of mothers, among them, Con- stance, in "King John," as the type who carries mother love to a degrea dangerous to the beloved; and Volum- ~ nia, the heroic Spartan mother of Coriolanus. ------ The Possessions of An Ancient Lady An amber cat, An aspen tree, And a little white house Belong to me; A silver spoon, A pewter pot, A hive of hees And a garden-plot; A Wedgewuvod plate, A blue-ringed cup-- And time to dream | When the moon comes up: Once, long ago, When I was young, 1 had jad» And opels strung On silver chains, And a gown of silk, A V/atteau fan, A1¢ a skin like milk, And beside all these-- Over and over-- 1 bad the heart Of a handsome lover. An amber cat, An aspen tree, : A And a little white house ¥ Belong to me; A And time to dream, When the sun goes down, Of a flashing smile In a face of brown, And time to think, When the moon has set, Of sombre eyes Like polished jet. --a sliver spoon, A pewter pot, A hive of bees And a garden-plot; A Wedgewood plate An time for dreams 4 a +k When the moon comes up. <4 x . The' small, nervous husband was ' , = bo having an unpleasant interview with oa the large, muscular cook, whom he = . was remanding on account :f her GE a numerous breakazes. k _ "Look 'ere," said she, "you 'can't frighten me--I'm © dreadnought, that's what I am!" eT "Well," replied the other, looking at. the heap of broken china, "I would " rather say--er--that you are a de- sixoper!" ih