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‘"You do not believe then," pursued Vance, "that her heart is seriously concerned with young Sperling?" "Drukker, Professor Dillard tells us, foresaw the outcome when you and he were discussing the situation last night." "Drukker talked too much last night." The statement was not withâ€" out venom. "Though he‘s not a tourâ€" nament player, he should know that such discussions are taboo during unâ€" finished games. Frankly, though, I put little stock in his prophecy. 1 thought my sealed move had taken eare of the situation, but Drukker saw farther ahead than I did. His analyâ€" sis was uncannily profound." There was the jealousy of selfâ€"pity in his tone, and I felt that he hated Drukker "Miss Dillard tells me you called on her this morning." "I resigned on the fortyâ€"fourth move." The man spoke hopelessly. "Rubinstein found a weakness in my attack which I had entirely overlooked when I sealed my move at the adâ€" journment." 1 could not understand why Vance referred so pointedly to this episode, knowing as he did how sore a point it was with Pardee. Markham, also, frowned at what appeared to be an unforgivably tactless remark on Vance‘s part. "I‘ve always had the feeling that she and Arnesson would some day be married. But that is only conjecture. She once told me quite positively that she was not going to consider matriâ€" mony until she was thirty." (One could easily guess in what connection Belle Dillard had made this proâ€" nouncement to Pardee. His emotional ar well as his intellectual life had apâ€" parently met with failure.) Pardee shook his head. "However," he qualified, "martyrdom such as he is undergoing at present has a treâ€" mendous sentimental appeal for woâ€" men." "I generally drop over during the day." He was obviously uncomfortâ€" able and, I thought, a little embarâ€" rassed. "Do you know Mrs. Drukker well?" Pardee gave Vance a quick, ingquiâ€" sitive look. "Not particularly," he said. "I‘ve naturally met her several times." "You‘ve called at her house?" "On many occasions, but always to see Drukker. I‘ve been interested for years in the relation of mathematics to ch@sss . . .‘ Vance nodded. "How did your game with Rubinâ€" stein come out la# night, by the by? 1 didn‘t see the papers this morning." Pardee colored, and shifted in his chair. Pardee‘s gaze travelled out of the window, and the suggestion of a sigh escaped him. "You will realize, 1 trust, that it is not our intention to pry unnecesâ€" sarily into any one‘s private affairs; but the question of motive in the two murders we are investigating still reâ€" mains obscure, and as Robin‘s death was at first superficially attributed to a rivmalry for Miss Dillard‘s affecâ€" tions, it might help us to know, in a general way, what the true situation is concerning the young lady‘s preferâ€" ence. . . . As a friend of the family you probably know; and we‘d appreâ€" clate your confidence in the matter." An unusually soft note had crept into Pardee‘s voice, and for some rea son which I could not exactly explain 1 got the feeling that he was fond of Belle Dillard. Vance, tooe, must have received the same impression, for after a brief pause he said: Mrs. Drukker tells how the murderer palid her & terrifying visit the previous night. Vance learns that Adoiph Drukâ€" ker, lied as to his whereabouts on the morning of Robin‘s death; that Pardee played a chess match the previous night «nd that he and Drukker had a heated argument. Belle Dillard and Arnesson had gone to the theatre. Pardee is also questioned. f sor of mathematics. John Fardee, a n«ighbor with a passion for chess; ..rs. Drukker and her son Adolph. Mrs. Drukâ€" ker is mentally unbalanced and Adolph is a cripple, with a superâ€"brain. Those associated with the case ars: Prof. Dillard, his niece Belie, and his protege Slx!rd Arnesson alsy a profesâ€" A man known as Cock Robin is four with an arrow in his heart; anothe Jonnny Sprigg, is found with a bull through the top of his head. Distri Attorney Markham calls in Philo Vanc who claims the murders are founded 6 nursery rhymes and are the work of maniac. CHAPTER XXIV.â€"(Cont‘d.) The Bishop Murder Case U This finest Orange Pekoe tea costs less than others SApQA" ‘ BLEND ‘ sYxoPSIS ‘Fresh from the gardens‘ A PHILO VANCE STORY Robin is found heart; another, with a builet head. District BY S S. VAR 1 P ‘ â€" i 1 TELTe. : t h oi s 4 _ * Although it has the ‘advaritage fé‘('vfi‘é‘ih'flg;t,'o_!‘-‘,ths'p.l/ltg’om~ above railâ€"level,. when lined. ; Canadian Pacific Railway‘\ ‘new. ‘‘8000‘, multipleâ€"pressure. locomotive, the Bantam «Austin eoune above picture cannot méasure up to the top of the:huge cylinders of the great~engine, which is most powerful of:its kind in the world,, and unique on the American Continent, _ °_ w oo "My farâ€"fetched but charmin‘ theory," he said with a grimace, "has run aground on base prosaic facts. 1 just talked to the secretary of the club; and last night‘s session consumâ€" ed two hours and nineteen minutes. It seems to have been a coruscatin‘ battle, full of esoteric quirks and straâ€" tegical soulâ€"searchin‘s. Alopg about half past eleven the onlooking genii had Pardee picked for the winner; but Rubinstein then staged a masterly piece of sustained analysis, and pro ceeded to tear Pardee‘s tactics to smithereensâ€"just as Drukker had "I have a gaspin‘ desire to know more of that chess game between Pardee and Rubinstein. No veason for itâ€"sheer vagary on my part. But the idea has been workin‘ in me ever since the professor mentioned it. . Â¥ij% From eleven until past oneâ€"that‘s a deuced long time to play off an unâ€" finished game of only fortyâ€"four moves," We had drawn up to the curb at the corner of Amsterdam Avenue and T1st Street, and Vance disappeared into the Manhattan Chess Club. â€" It was fully five minutes before he reâ€" turned. In his hand he carried a sheet of paper filled with notations. There was, however, no sign of jubilâ€" ance in his expression. hh Aoio® cudasct o hi d ied He became engrossed in his thoughts. But as the car swung inte Broadway at 72nd Street he roused himself and directed the chauffeur to the Sherman Square Hotel. "I was in hopes," explained Vance, "of surprising some look of recogniâ€" tion or understanding from him. But, ‘pon my soul, Markham, 1 didn‘t exâ€" pect any effect like the one I produced. Astonishin‘ how he reacted. I don‘t grasp itâ€"I don‘t at all grasp it. . ." As we walked up Riverside Drive to the District Attorney‘s car, which had been left in front of the Drukâ€" ker house in 76th Street, Markham questioned Vance sharply in regard TrCrâ€"ovcd vance sharply in regard ~ the final remark he had made to Pardee. His words produced an astonishing effect. Pardee drew himself up as if he had been struck in the face; and his cheeks went chalky white. For a full halfâ€"minute he stared at Yance, his eyes like live coals. His ligs movâ€" ed with a slight tremor, but #o word came from them. Then, if with superhuman effort, he turrfd stiffly away and went to the door. erking it open he held it for us to pdss out. "Y‘ know, the black bishop was at large again last night around midâ€" night." Vance put out his cigarette and got up. When we were in the lower hall on our way out to the front door he halted suddenly and, fixing Pardee with a gaze of sardonic amusement, said : "It was over a little after one o‘clock. There were enly fourteen moves in last night‘s session." "Were there many spectators?" "An unusually large number, conâ€" sidering the late hour." "How long did i Vance asked casually as bitterly as his seemingly mild naâ€" ture would permit. N DINE CHAPTER Xxv the game last? His ligs movâ€" , but #o word n, if with turriid stiffiy + d But when the golden sun dries up the showers, Piercing the mists with bright and glorious ray, With purple pyramids of scented flowers She crowns herself, her beauty to display, And turns her face to him, and whisâ€" pers "Stay!" Then gentle Southâ€"West Wind comes courting, soft, «C With hint of tears behind his laughâ€" ter gay. The lilac bush waves graceful arms * aloft And decks with tender green each tiny spray, Swaying now this, now that, now every way. O see that lilac bush! The North wind blowsâ€" She shivers and she turns herself awayâ€" And, to his wooing, answers "Nay" and "Nay, Too rough thou art, and clumsy in thy play!" "The truth eannot be learned from them now. Each :s playing a game; and both are thoroughly frightened. Until we have some definite evidence, more harm than good will result from any attempt to crossâ€"examine them." (To be continued.) j Vance called on Professor Dillard _and discussed the case along general lines. He also spent over an hour on Thursday afternoon with Arnesson in the hope that the working out of the proposed formula had brought to light some detail that could be used as a starting point for speculation. But he was dissatisfied with the interâ€" view, and complained to me that Arnesson had not been wholly frank with him. Tw‘ce he dropped in at the Manhattan Chess Club and a+â€" tempted to lead Pardee into conversa-} tion; but each time he was mot with the reticence of cold courtesy. I ns ticed that he made no effort to com municate with either Drukker or Mrs. Drukker; and when i asked him his reason for ignoring them, he anâ€" swered : trict Attorney‘s office to make the slightest headway against the mysâ€" tery of the two spectacular murders was rapidly growing into a political scandal. inveâ€"tigation seemed to be automaticâ€" ally closed. Both Heath and Markâ€" ham were deeply worried. The newsâ€" papers were outdoing themselves in gaudy rhetoric; and the inability of the Police Department and the Disâ€" THE GIANT AND THE Pigmy ° Two days went by. A watch was kept on the Dillard house; Pardee was put under strict surveillance; and a man was stationed each night under the willow trees behind the Drukker house. But nothing unusual happerâ€" ed; and, despite the Sergeant‘s tireâ€" less act‘vities, all promising lines of The following day brought nothing but discouragement. The report from Captain Dubois stated that the reâ€" volver given him by Heath contained ‘no sign of a fingerâ€"print. Captain Hagedorn identified the weapon as the one used in the shooting of Sprige; but this merely substantiated our a‘â€" ready positive belief. The man set to guard the rear of the Drukker rosiâ€" denee spent an uneventful night. No one had entered or departed from the‘ house, and by eleven o‘clock every window had been dark. Nor had a sound of any kind come from the house unfil the next morning when the cook set about her chores for the day. Mrs. Drukker had appeared in the garden a little after eight; and at half past nine Drukker went out the front door and sat for two hours in the park reading. And with wh care, he folded it in his wallet. "I thought while I was at it Pd take a page from the Sergeant‘s book, so to speak, and induige in a bit of routine thoroughness. So I borrowed the score sheet of last night‘s game and copied down the moves. I may run over the game some day when time :angs heavy." It was plain that even now he was not entirely satisfied with what ne had learned; and his next words voicâ€" ed his dissatisfaction. prognosticated. Astonishin‘ mind, Drukker‘s. . . ." The LilacBush â€"Janet Reade, _ | Miss Elean. in John O‘London‘s Weekly can aviator, with what I thought unusual e folded the seore and placed flmm Highâ€"flying records stand at 43,166 feet for men, held by Lieut. Soucek, of the American Navy, and 32,500 (about six miles) for women, held by Miss Eleanor Smith, another Ameriâ€" "av is passed from hand to hand; and if the coins chink reassuringly, the leader signals for "My Old Kentucky Home" before they steal away. of "Money Musk" start grandfather‘s foot to patting and grandmother‘s head to nodding over memories of her first Virginia reel. A wilted straw hat is passed from hand to hand; and In the sultry stillness of evening a (~1.~ irio, of wan. settles stealthily on the lawn. The leader mops his flushed brow, waves the bow of his ‘cello, then begins careâ€" lessly to weave the rich tone of his instrument in with the gentle strumâ€" ming of his companions. Softly at first, and then the strains of "Old Black Joe" smother the steady droning of the locusts. One by one figures glide from the old house into the lace patterned moonlight on the verandab. 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One molecule of bliss, ¢ larity of Dickens; he was as supreme â€"Eliot Bliss, in the Observer. ‘| in one art as Dickens was in another; f on sorbfprm mm | but we have no poet nowadays who so| _A woman entered a library and ‘|towers above his fellows, none who asked for "Kegs and Nails." It ‘|has so subdued the public with his‘ turned out that the book she wanted magic that the reading world, roused | was "Cakes and Ale." The other ;|to excitement by the news that hel('ase is historical and relates how a | has fcished a new book, burries out , request for "Milk and _ Asparagus |in thousands to spend money in lmy-:_Lost" was sent to Mrs, Thrale, Dr. ing it as soon as it is printed. This | Johnson‘s friend, The best the does not happen now; nmone of ourilndy could make of it was Milton‘s poets has been able to take such miâ€", "Paradise Lost," which volume she | raculous hold on a vast multitude sent. either by the power of his verse or the I k â€" en mmz w ,1 picturesque charm of his personality.i' "I never met a judge yet who did There are several reasons for this. j not, if he conld, somewhat incline to-‘ |For one thing all our poets now ©ut | ward the o poor man."â€"Sir Henry | their hair short, are clean Shaven, | MeCardie, ol !dress like stockbrokers or city clerks, Riunprememe en sunseine arenmrmns ie ireinnieecome s nornon mc and mix with the crowd as if there i uie [ lwere no difference between them and the next man. They are no longer wrapped in mystery as a race apart, like the Levites; they look commonâ€" place and ordinary, and this discourâ€" C ages the public from belicving they or the?r works are otherwise; and the There‘s scarcely an ache or pain portraits of them s.cattered freely that Aspirin will not relieve through the press give them away promptly. It can‘t removethecauu, even to people who have not seen P + s a th i but it will relieve the pain! Headâ€" em. I suppose it is difficult to go P heroâ€"worshipping _ unless the hero aches. .Badfld‘e" Neuritis M either looks the part or holds impresâ€" munlgu.Yes,agu!ev.en rheumatism. sively aloof and keeps out of signt. | Read proven directions for many l Occasion took me the other day to | the British Museum Reading Room and to while away the rather long interval of waiting for books to be brought to me, I took down an old colume of the Annual Register out of an idle curiosity to see what was hapâ€" pening in the world of letters in the year of my nativity. . . . In poetry, Tennyson reigned in kingly lqneliness, with Browning greatly respected but quite a small star to the moon of Tennyson‘s glory. It was mentioned that "Enoch Arden" had been received that year with immense enthusiasm, and, the recorder added, such was ils, vogue that it was not easy to go into j a drawingâ€"room where you would not find a copy of "Enoch Arden" lying on | the table, and if you went on a railâ€" way journey you were almost sure toll notice that at least one passenger ln, your carriage would bring the book out of his pocket and become absorbed ‘ in reading it. The group of soidiers stood near the obstruction on the track and waited for us to arrive, Quite apâ€" parently they expected us to set the brakes and come to a stop. _ But they didn‘t know our brakes. "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 underâ€" stand, Fu?" I added. "Uh Huh â€" me savyy," Fu answerâ€" ed. There, on the track, not salf a mile away was piled an immense numâ€" ber of wooden ties. Around about were. perhaps a hundred soldiers with eight or ten officers on horseâ€" back. "Too late. Here he is," Stone reâ€" plied, ~ @@F "We‘re getting 23 tA close up to the lines," _ I _ yelled @\ above «the inferâ€" ol\ * PP\ nal racket an d 3 it clattering our enâ€" d 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 1 think we‘d better swap this thing while xe still own it." V \ B | m# *A k After we had cut the freight enâ€" gine free from the cars, we roared along the tracks at a great rate. Now and then we rushed by little groups of soldiers in the fields. Soon we would be near Ni the enemy‘s hbeadâ€" ».../J“ quarters. What came beforeâ€"After nany :.dâ€" ventures flying over China, Captain Jimâ€" my is captured by bandits. He escapes in a freight train and meets an old friend, Lieut. Stone, on board, seeking m brother who has also been captured by bandits. Down we bore on ithemâ€"not at any BDoraden‘s Chocolate Maited Milk The healthâ€"giving, delicious drink for children and grownâ€" ups. + + Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers. Ohe anvenrures of and his Dog SCOTTIEâ€" When Poets Were a Race Apart Senmy Lone re-l salf a| se numâ€" d about soldiers _ horseâ€"! # Jed," I 'r,‘,',,;’y, $ mehow | We ofi Â¥ i "I never met 2 ‘-l not, if he could, . t, ward | the â€" poor + MceCardie, T â€"â€"â€"â€"covmmommemeemmmmne E7 ETW UETUT case is historical and relates how a request for "Milk and Asparagus Lost" was sent to Mrs. Thrale, Dr. Johnson‘s friend, The best the lady could make of it was Milton‘s "Paradise Lost," which volume she And when you pass his : Wonder awhile on this 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! Headâ€" aches. Backaches Neuritis and neuralgia. Yes, andeven rheumatism, Read proven directions for many important uses, Genuine Aspirin can‘t depress the heart. Look for the Bayer cross: Life is a chemist who distils The fluids of the brain ; His rarest Ecstasy is made From Centuries of Pain. How many agonieaw compose One molecule of bliss, â€"Eliot Bliss, in the Observe Probably the Victorians were more emotional, more generously impulsive, less hypercritical and sophisticated than we are; they still believed poets were inspired, but we have been so overfed with all manner of wonders in these latter years that our poets have lost that halo, and we rank them indifferently | with practitioners â€" of other ingeniously mechanical, unsensaâ€" tional crafts.â€"St. John Adcock, ln‘ "The Glory That Was Grub Street." | until now the influence of his name merely warms the system of the genâ€" eral reader to a respectable ardour. Note:â€"Any of our young readers writing to "Captain Jimmy", 2010 Star Bldg., Toronto, will receive his signed photo free. vz‘/,",{r,w There was no " time to stop and palaver and argue about metlods. I had to get a horse and get outâ€" 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,â€"~wxheels in the air, like a tired old horse. I jumped for a man on horseback but I miscalculated my speed and missed him entirely Just buhind him, however, was a second mounted Chinaâ€" man and 1 closâ€" ed in on him like a football /', tachler and off V n.," he went. OK the horse they both went, and of all the blood curdling yellsâ€" whew!â€"that officer just knew the old dragon had got him at last. Meanwhile 1 was doing a bit of sailing on my own account. ‘ISSUE‘ No: ©23â€"‘31 Out of the corner of my eye I saw him sail thru‘ the air. A Chinese officer was striving to quiet a franâ€" tic horse. _ Straight as q bullet sailâ€" ed Scottie landing right on the back of that Chinaman‘s neck. great speedâ€"but I could see that we were going to hit with a #ound thump, Jum Made in Canada _ met a judge yet who did could, somewhat incline toâ€" poor man."â€"Sir Henry The Chemist (To be continued) pass his amber door ""Look. ‘ere," said she, "you can‘t frighten meâ€"I‘m a â€" dreadnougbt, that‘s what I am!", °. .. res "Well," replied the other, looking nt the heap of broken china, "I .would rather sayâ€"erâ€"that you are a deâ€" stroyer!" > M ) Saore was remanding on account fbe; numeous breakaves, The small, nervous husband was having an unpleaseant interview with the large, muscular cook, whom he â€"â€"a sliver spoon, A pewter pot, A hive of bees And a gardenâ€"plot; A Wedgewood plate And a blueâ€"ringed cup An time for dreams When the moon comes up. â€"Marion Doyle, in The Harp An amber cat, An aspen tree, And a little white house Belong to me; And time to dream, When the sun goes dow Of a flashing smile In a face of brown, And time to think, When the moon has set, Of sombre eyes Like polished jet, _ Once, long ago, When I was young, 1 had jaca» And opele strung On silver chains, And a gown of silk, A Watteau fan, Arc a skin like muk. And beside all theseâ€" Over and overâ€" I bad the heart Of a handsome lover. An amber cat, An aspen tree, And a little white house Belong to me; A silver spoon, A pewter pot, % A bive of bees And a gardenâ€"plot; A Wedgewsod plate, A blueâ€"ringed cupâ€" Anda time to dream When the moon enmae The Possessions of Lastly Mrs. Hale spoke of some types of mothers, among them, Conâ€" stance, in "King John," as the type who carries mother love to a degreg dangerous to the beloved; and Volumâ€" nia, the heroic Spartan mother of Coriolanus. _ 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 speuker said, eight scenes from differeni plays illustrating this virtue of loyalty in women, "who stuck to each other through thick and thin." Ophelia and Desdemona were of sceebler constituâ€" tion. Opkelia was not the mental or spiritual equal of Hamlet, who in his solitariness needed her help. Desdeâ€" mona, too, cid not handle the situaâ€" tion as other heroines would have done; they would have had it out frankly with Othecllo. The heroines were strong, an4 theve were in all the plays, as far as she knew them, Mrs. Hale said, only sour faints, "or three and a half," the half i1a4int being when Rosalind "turns pale and gives a little totter when she is shown Orlando‘s bloodâ€"stained handâ€" 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." age that acts in spite of nerves and imagination. _ Juliet visualized ce possible results of drinking the potion, but carried <ut the plan agreed upon nevertheless. Another kind of courâ€" age, of the physical type, was shown by Imogen, in "Cymbeline." Mrs. Hale selected typical Shakesâ€" pearean heroines, dealing chiefly with the nonâ€"historic plays She began with Portia, from "The Merchant of Venâ€" 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 courâ€" ageous, and typical of this quality was Juliet, who had the kind of courâ€" ’ "The heroines of Shakespeare," said Mrs. Beatrice Forbesâ€"Robertson Hale, in a recent address in Montreal, are extraordinarily modern, more up to date than any woman in literature between his own time and the last thirty years. Shakespeare did not deâ€" pend on his imagination for his charâ€" acters, but drew them from life. His age had much in comm.on with our own in being a period of stimulation. The 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 intellectoâ€" ally and spiritually. Then too, the throne was occupied by a "redâ€"headâ€" ed" Tudor woman who did not hesiâ€" tate to express her opinions forcibly, The women of her day were influenced by the qualities of the ruler, and girls were not afraid to be thought intelâ€" lectual as at a later period. Shakespeare Types Naval Conference the moon comes up An Ancient Lady goes down, ** 4 D XpO mbo Th Or