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()n a bleak English winter‘s ifternoon, Major Burnaby calls at ths home of Mrs. Willett and her daughter, Violet n the tiny Village of Sittaford, on the fringe of Dartmoor. Two more callers wre announced. * wowW GO oX WITH THE STORY. up man and a freshâ€"colored, boyl: young man. The latter spoke first. "I brought him along, announced young Garfield. "Said 1 wouldn‘t let him be buried in a snowdrift. Ha, ha. I say, this all looks simply marvelous. Yule logs burning." "As he says, my young frieid very kindly piloted me here," said Mr. Ryâ€" croft, as he shook hands somewhat ceremoniously. "How do yo! do, Miss Violet? Very seasonable weather â€" rather too seasonable, I fear." He moved to the fire, talking to Mrs. Willett. Ronald Garfield buttonâ€" holed Violet. "I say, can‘t we get up any skating anywhere? Aren‘t there some ponds Lbout ?" "I think path digging will be your only sport." "I‘ve been at it all the morning." "Oh! you heâ€"man!" "Don‘t laugh at me. I‘ve got blisâ€" ters all over my hands." "How‘s your aunt*" "Oh! She‘s always the sameâ€"someâ€" times she says she‘s better and someâ€" times she says she‘s worse, but 1 think it‘s all the same really. It‘s a ghastly life, you know. Each year, 1 wonder how I can stick itâ€"but there it isâ€"if one doesn‘t raily round the old bird for Xmasâ€"why she‘s quite capable of leaving her money to a cat‘s home. She‘s got five of them, you know. I‘m always stroking the brutes and pretending I dote upon them." Mr. Duke was a recent arrival. He had bought the last of the six bungaâ€" lows in September. He was a big man, very quiet and devoted to garâ€" dening. Mr. Rycroft, who was an enâ€" thusiast on birds and who lived next door to him had taken him up, overâ€" ruling the section of thought which voiced the opinion, that of course Mr. Duke was a very nice man, quite unâ€" assuming, but was he, after all, quite â€"well, quite? Mightn‘t he, just posâ€" sibly, be a retired tradesman? "Mr. Duke," announced the parlorâ€" maid. But nobody liked to ask himâ€"and indeed it was thought better not to know. Because if one did know, it might be awkward, and really in such a small community it was best to know everybody. "Not walking to Exhampton in this weather?" he asked of Major Burâ€" "No, Trevelyan will hardly expect me tonight." "It‘s awful, is t‘ it?" sgaict Mrs. Willett, with a shudder. "To be buried up here, year after yearâ€"it must be ghastly." _ Mr. Duke gave her a quick glance. Major Burnaby, too, stared at her curiously. But at that moment tea was brought in. After tea, Mrs. Willett suggested bridge. "There are six of us. Two can cut But Mr. Duke said that he did not play bridge. Ronnie‘s face fell. "We might play a round game," said Mrs. Willett. "Or table turning, or tipping." sugâ€" gested Ronnie. "It‘s a spooky eveâ€" ning. Mr. Rycroft and I were talking about it this evening as we came along here." Ronnie‘s eyes brightened. "You four start," he suggested "Miss Willett and 1 will cut in." "I am a member of the Psychical Research Society," explained Mr. Ryâ€" croft in his precise way. "I was able to put my young friend right on one or two points." "Oh! but it‘s great fun, don‘t you think?" said Violet Willett. "I mean, one doesn‘t believe in it or anything. It‘s just an amusement. What do "Tommy rot," said Major Burnaby very distinctly. you say, Mr. Duke There entered a little, elderly, driedâ€" "Anything you like, Miss Willett.‘ ISSUE No. 21â€"‘33 CHAPTER 11. SYNOPSIS 909 , boyish "We must turn the lights out, and we must find a suitable table. Noâ€" 1ct that one, Mother. I‘mâ€"sure it‘s much too heavy." Things were settled at last to everyâ€" one‘s satisfaction. A small round table with a polished top was brought from an adjoining room. It was set in front of the fire and everyone took his place round it with the lights switched off. Major Burnaby was between his hostess and Violet. On the other side of the girl was Ronnie Garfield. A cynical smile creased the major‘s lips. There were all the usual laughs, whispers, stereotyped remarks. "The spirits are a long time." "Got a long way to come." _ "Hushâ€"nothing will happen unless we are serious." your name . The table started rocking violently. "A B C D E F G H 1 â€" I say, was that 1 or J°" "Ask it. Was that 1?" here Make it «pell it out." The table spelled "Diana." "Who‘s Diana? Do you know anyâ€" one called Diana?" "No, I don‘t. At leastâ€"â€"" "There you are. He does." "Ask her if she‘s a widow?" The fun went on. Mr. Rycroft smiled indulgently. Young people 1» ust have their jokes. He caught one glance of his hostess‘s face in a sudâ€" den flicker of the firelight. It looked worried and abstracted. Her thoughts were somewhere far away. Major Burnaby was thinking of the snow. It was going to snow again this evening. Hardest winter he ever remembered. Mr. Duke was playing very seriousâ€" ly. The spirit, alas, paid very little attention to him. All the messages seemed to be for Violet and Ronnie. Violet was told sheâ€"was going to Italy. Someone was going with her. Not a woman. A man. His name was Leonard. More laughter. The table spelled the name of the town. A Russian jumble of lettersâ€"not in the least Italian. The tsual accusations were levelled. "Look here, Violet," (‘Miss Willett‘ had been dropped). *"You are shovâ€" ing." ”‘7‘71 like raps. I‘m going to ask it to rap. Loud ones." _ There was a pause. The table was inert. â€"It returned no answer to quesâ€" tions. "Has Ida gone away?" One languid rock. * "Will another spirit come, please?" Nothing. Suddenly the table began to quiver and rock violently. "Hurrah. Are you a new spirit?" you spell it out, please." The table started rocking slowly. "T R E Vâ€"are you sure it‘s a V? It can‘t be. TR E Vâ€"it doesn‘t make â€"_"I‘m not. Look, I take my hands right off the table and it tips and rocks just the same." _ * "Have you a message for someâ€" one?" "Yes." "For me?" ‘ONO.‘) "For Violet?" “No." "For Major Burnaby?" f “"fievelynn, of course," said Mrs Willett. "Captain Trevelyan." * "Do you mean Captain Trevelyan? “; ?t;u"_v_e got a message for Captain Trevelyan?" * % "MQ." ssiok. . * "'Wéfi, what is it then?" The table began to rockâ€"slowly, rhythmically. So slowly that it was easy to count the letters. "Dâ€"" a pause. "Eâ€"A D." "Dead." "Somebody is dead"" Instead of Yes or No, the table began to rock again till it reached the "Oh! Hulloâ€" is a spirit present? A sharp rock. "That means yes," said Violet. "Oh! erâ€"who are you?" No response. "Ask it to spell its name." + "How can it?" "We count the number of rocks." "Oh! I see. Will you please spell "Yes. Next letter please." The spirit‘s name was Ida. "Have you a message for anyone "Yes." "No."‘ "Mrs. "No." "Mr. Rycroft MNO.” "It‘s for you, Ronnie. Go on. “lit;s'for you, Major Brurnal.y. Will "Me Li Willett 959 is it for 999 999 Miss Willett 95 isk 999 999 "Yes." "You don‘t â€" mean Trevelyan is dead?" “Yes.’) A sharp rock. *Yes." Somebody gasped. There was a faint stir all round the table. 'l'l-t;n'r;i;’smvbice as he resumed his questions held a different note â€" an awed uneasy note. f * "You meanâ€"that Captain Treveâ€" lyan is dead?" HY“‘" There was a pause. No one knew what to ask next. Then the table started rocking again. Rhythmically and slowly, Ronnie spelled out the letâ€" ters aloud. . . . Mâ€"Uâ€"Râ€"Dâ€"Eâ€"R. ... Mrs. Willett gave a cry and took her hands off the table. "I won‘t go on with this. It‘s horâ€" rible. I don‘t like it." _ Mr. Duke‘s voice rang out, resonant and clear. He was questioning the table. The last word had hardly left his lips when the answer came. The table docked so violently and assertively that it nearly fell over. One rock only. _ "Do you meanâ€"that Captain Treveâ€" lyan has been rqux_'dered'.’" I try to capture rhythm with The makeâ€"shift words that limit me: The wind has more success than I By simply bending down a tree, . name: Yet swiftly, as the night walks near, The sky is surging bronze and flame. I seek for color, and must be Content with some cold, distant I struggle for & single line To measure an emotion by: A wind bird, effortless, takes wing And writes a poem across the sky. â€"Mary S. Hawling in the Montreal Daily Star. P x+ 100 Generations of Mice Studied by Cancer Expert Chicago.â€"The history of health and disease through 100 generations of miceâ€"probably the most complete "family tree" ever assembledâ€"will be exhibited at the Century of Progress Exposition by Professor Maud Slye, University of Chicago cancer expert. The charts, the result of Miss Slye‘s twentyâ€"five years of research on the inheritability of cancer, are based on hcr studies of 115,000 mice. Sample strains of mice will be charted in deâ€" tail to prove that susceptibility to canâ€" cer is inheritable as a "recessive" Mendelian trait while resistance is inâ€" heritable as a "dominant" Mendelian trait. The charts also will show how it is possible to eliminate the danger of cancer by proper matings. Miss Slye, who for years has urged the establishment of a centralized recâ€" ord bureau for human medical genâ€" ealogies, contends that with such eviâ€" dence it would be possible to discourâ€" age marriages likely to produce canâ€" cerâ€"susceptible offspring. All love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice worries not ever. â€"Shelley. "Yes. .. â€"do you mean Trevelyan? to s(able was this autogyro that, to show its usefulness, the proud pil.t it Hanworth air park, England, hovered his strange craft over. head while a man on the gound unfastened a parcel from a line the pilot dropped. Ara (To Be Continued.) hes i8 Proof of the Pudding Amusing Anecdotes Of Famous People Various _ Idiosyncrasies _ of Famous Folk "I could look at these mountains a hundred years," said O. Henry to his wife in Ashville, North Carolina, "and never get an idea; but just one block downâ€"town, and I catch a senâ€" tenceâ€"see something in a face â€"and I‘ve got my story." This confession is not surprising. O. Henry‘s world was always a buâ€" man worldâ€"first and last. Nature was a mere background. By way of contrast, take W. H. Hudâ€" son, whose world was that of nature, first and last, with a sombre humanâ€" ity in the background. He did not sigh for a sight of the Strand or Broadâ€" way. He did not walk streets to give form to his astonishing simplicities. Street for ideas? Never. He tells us (in "A Hind in Richmond Park") that he would call for a horse and ride straight into a furious wind. "Now I can think," he said to himself. A block' downtown for one genius. A horse and a driving wind for anâ€" other. Bjornson, when taking his walks, carried habitually a pocketful of flower seeds which he sowed broadcast anyâ€" where. He insisted that his friends should do the same, and so contribute to the beauty of the world. When writing his dramas, Ibsen had arrayed before him numbers of pupâ€" pets with weird faces, to enact the various scenes. _ This helped him to maintain the psychological line in his verses. Strindberg had many idiosyncrasies. This great Swedish poet could not bear to see people eat and he arranged his own food for fear of being poisonâ€" ed. Victor Hugo preserved a sardonic siâ€" lence in company, and only opened his mouth to pose an occasional quesâ€" tion. Alexandre Dumas fils bought a picâ€" ture after each publication of his books. In the interval he displayed no interest in paintings. Sardou imagined he had a chronic catarrh, continually wiping his nose without need. Zola persuaded himself that his brain was affected and thkat he was fated to become an idiot. Meanwhile he wrote his best creations. Balzac retired to his bed at 6 o‘clock in the evening and rose at midnight. He wrote furiously until morning, only stopping to keep his coffec machine going. At his work he wore a white monk‘s coat. Edgar Allan Poe was in love with hisâ€"feet. They were his one and only pride which he displayed in and out of season. Robert Louis Stevenson invoked the easy flow of his thoughts by playing the piccolo flute. Lo'ngfellow worked only at the hours of sunset and sunrise. Thackeray, whenever passing the house in which he had written "Vanâ€" ity Fair," took off his hat in respectâ€" ful remembrance. Disraeli ware corsets to preserve the lines of youth, and when writing, had a quill pen behind each ear. Darwin had little respect for books. Any heavy volume he might want to That is what temperament will do read, he tore in halves or quarters. For quotations of authorities hbe would simply tear out the leaves and paste them on as footnotes. Bret Harte would hire a coach °r buggy at night to have himself driven through all weathers. 11 . maintain«d that his best thoughts came to him during those nocturnal jaunts. T wi is 23 8. EPRo o CCoRnne ns Ciccat C Conan Doyle, progenitor of Sherlock Holmes, never wore an overcoat, howâ€" ever severe the weather. Most of his leisure time was spent on the golf course. George Bernard Shaw puts on paper notes for his compositions while travelling through the busiest streets of London on top of a motor bus, "I have seen," wrote Macaulay, the historian, after a visit to the London Zoo, "the hippopotamus, both asleep and awake; and I can assure you he is the ugliest of the works of God. Imagine Alderman Humphrey, stripâ€" ped naked, smeared with soot, and crawling on all fours after & turtle dinner, and you have the very thing. But you must hear of my triumphs. Two damsels were just about to pass that doorway, when I was pointed out to them. * ‘M: Macaulay!‘* cried the lovely pair. ‘Is that Mr. Macaulay? Never mind the hippopotamus!‘" Which recalls the occasion when Charles Dickens took his youngest sonâ€"now Sir Henry F. Dickensâ€"to the same zoo. Father and son were walking down the broak walk when they saw a lady and gentleman with a bright and pretty little girl comâ€" ing towards them. Suddenly, the little girl, catching sight of Dickens ran back to her mother, crying out delightedly : _ "Oh, mummy, mummy, it is Charles Dickens!" "My father who had heard and seen it all," reminices Judge Dickens (in "Memories of My â€" Father"), "was strangely embarrassed, . but, oh, so pleased, so truly delighted. I!t was a pretty scene." It is interesting to remember that Macaulay‘s famous "Essays"â€"quotaâ€" tions from which are so popular and timely these daysâ€"were published in book form in England only after a printed edition had been published in the United States and copies were being smuggled into England. There was no international copyright law in those daysâ€"nearly one hundred years But his hand was forcedâ€"fortunateâ€" ly, I am sure you will agreeâ€"by the appearance in England of copies of the printed American edition, from which he received not a penny of the profits, nor had he the least say in its publication, ago. "Frequent solicitations had been made to Macaulay that he should reâ€" print in book form the ‘Essays‘ which had delighted so many in the ‘Edinâ€" burgh Review,‘" says Arthur Bryant (in "Macaulay‘"â€" a masterly little "Life" of the great historian). "He had written them in haste as periodiâ€" cal literature, to be read once and then forgotten." "The question was . now merely whether Macaulay and Longmans (his English publishers) or Carey and Hart of Philadelphia (the American publishers) should supply the English market with them," adds Mr. Bryant. So the "Essays" were published in England, and won an instantaneous success. Such was the fate of Macaulay‘s "Rssays." Speaking of W. H. Hudson, his love of birds was a passion. He and Josâ€" eph Conrad were friends, but Conrad admired Hudson, on the whole, more than Hudson admired him, and he used to say with bumorous resfgnaâ€" tion: "If I were a beastly bird Hudson would take more interest in me than he does." "It is all very well to be able to write books," Barrie orce said to H. G. Wells, "but can you wag your ears?" This charming accomplishment had been denied his contemporary, notes J. A. Hammerton (in his biograâ€" hy of the author of "Peter Pan"), but it had been one of Barrie‘s. The British National 3ociety for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children inâ€" vestigated 3444 cases of neglect and cruelty in England, Wales, and Ireâ€" land during Febraury. Of the 3,420 cases completed, 3,370 were found true. ‘When you married me, you proâ€" mised to obey me." "Ycs, but only because I didn‘t want a row with you whilst the vicar was there." A Blend of Distinctive Quality "Eresh from the Gardens" Year after year the first warm day in Spring brings news of the first drowning accidents, writes the Toâ€" ronto Mail & Empire. TWo occurred in Bracebridge recently. The victims ventured in a canoe where dangerous currents met. The canoe was overâ€" turned and the boys, though supposed to be good swimmers, vanished ~and were seen no more. Despite the balmy air the water, no doubt, was icy and almost immediately cramped or paraâ€" lyzed them. Such accidents as these will continue, we have no doubt, unâ€" til the end of the world. â€" Youth will be adventurous and disdainful of the cautions of maturity. It is of the very spirit of young manhood to face perils from which others shrink, and without that spirit young manhood would not be the gallant thing it is. Statistics might show, if they could be sufficiently analyzed, that drownâ€" ‘ing fatalities were greater among swimmers than nonâ€"swimmers. . The natural instinet of a normal person who cannot swim is to avoid any risks on the water, just as the natural inâ€" stinct of a swimmer is to be indifferâ€" ent to them. The person in the greatest jeopardy, we think, is the person who can swim a few strokes when clad in nothing more cumberâ€" some than his bathing suit and in smooth water close to the shore, Such an equipment is of little use when fully clothed the swimmer is dumped into deep water perhaps far from land. Yet his little learning bhas perâ€" haps made him unduly regardless of danger. According to the Antwerp Matin, the gold bars, worth $800, missing from the cargo carried by the airplane City of Liverpool, that came down near Dixâ€" mude, Belgium, recently, have been recovered. Thrown from the blazing airplane, they fell in the fields. A re ward of ’90 was offered for informaâ€" tion leading to their recovery. A Brusâ€" sels doctor, de Raeke, noticod the strange behavior of a peasant named Knits, on the site of the accident, and guessed that he had made an importâ€" ant find. The police went to visit the peasant‘s farm and forced him to conâ€" fes that he had the bars, hidden unâ€" der his woodpile. He has given them up and has been left at liberty. Hid $800 Gold in Woodpile Pasadena, Calif.â€"Breakingâ€"up of the atoms of .many elements, heralded as one of the most notable advances in physics in many years in the search into the mystery of nature, was disâ€" closed here last week. Scientists Successful in Breaking Up Atoms Professor E. O. Lawrence of the University of California told a disâ€" tinguished group of scientists that during the past two weeks atonis of aluminum, berylium, nitrogen, calâ€" cium flouride, sodium flouride, flouriâ€" um, as well as lithium and boron have been artificially disintecrated at Berkeley, Calif. You and your baby Send for our new edition of "Baby‘s Welfare." It contains 84 pages of vital information on baby‘s layette, baby‘s bath, sleep, food, health. Perils of Swimming ~WINIMMIV â€" AKRUMIVEE TORONTO ses L +1k â€" Nigh1 i uo ezola & of aw. C8 s;fl‘{ so bopa: f Gipsy Lee, Queen of the Eng‘ish gipsies, died exactly as she had fore. told, in her caravan near Farnborâ€" ough, Kent. She was in her eightyâ€" third year, sls C oi oats CHREW 200C She had been i1 for some weeks, and when relatives gathered round her bed a few days before her death she told them:â€" "On the third day from now 1 shall die, and on that day it will rain." When her son awoke on the third day it was raining beavily for the first time for weeks. Her relativer hurried to her caravan. Within a tew minutes she died, One of her sons, who is a familiar figure on Blackheath with hbis donâ€" keys, and is known A® the Donkey King, said that his mother had worâ€" ried herself to death over the grave illness of her favorite daughter Norah, Gipsy Lee‘s real name was Mrs. Levi Boswell, and she was the daughter of the equally famous Gipey Lee *of Brighton. She was a noted palmist, and claimed many famous people among her patrons, among them King Ed ward and Mr. Vanderbilt, the Amerâ€" E* LÂ¥ s aaid ESWE AERERCCTITO O D ward and Mr. Vanderbilt, the Amerâ€" ican millionaire, who, she said, ignored her warning not to sall in the illâ€"fated Titanic, and went down with the ship. Shortly before King George‘s jliness she is said to have written warning him that he would be J11, but that he would recover and be able to £¢ shooting again. House and Motorâ€"Car She had a house at Margate, and owned a large saloon motorâ€"Car, in which she was driven about the country. +% Mre. Boswell was & wellâ€"known visitor to London hotels, and frequâ€" ently attended society functions, [ Nt C > Austuadis. She ter. CET& EC Her husband, the king of his clan, dieq in 1924, and his funeral at Farnâ€" borough was in the traditionally grand style of gipey chiefs. The hearse was preceded by postillions, and folâ€" lowed by a great crowd of gipsies who had gathered from all parts of Britain. Claimed Many Famous Pec ple Among Her Patrons AEsop and Homer, the most famous of the early Greek writers, were reâ€" spectively, if the stories told of them are true, Aa hunchback slave and A blind beggar. Sir Rlciu;d Arkwright, inventor of the cottonâ€"spinning frame, was a barâ€" ber. John Bunyan, author of "The Pilâ€" grim‘s Progress," was a travelling tinâ€" ker. Robert Burns, Scotland‘s lyric poet, was the son of a poor nurseryman, and was himself a small farmer and a reâ€" venue officer. 2 ‘lfiliiuiel de Cervantes, author of "Don Quixate," was a page and a common soldier. '-Efifi;topher Columbus, discoverer of the New World, was a sailor, the son of a woolcomber. Confucius, the Chinee sage, poor boy who began life as i keeper. Câ€"-pmin James Cook, the famous English navigator, was the son of a farm laborer. Daniel Defoe, author of "Robinzon Crusoe," was the son of a butcher. Charles Dickens was a labelâ€"sticker in a shoeâ€"blacking factory. Michael Faraday, the famous chemâ€" ist and physcist, awas a journeyman bookbinder, the son of a blacksmith, Benjamin Franklin was a journeyâ€" man printer, the son of a tallowâ€" chandler. Giuseppe Garibaldi, whom Italians revere as their liberator, was the son of a sailor, and was at various times a candlemaker and a small farmer. Sliding Caisson Creates Weird Note in North Sea Southampton, Eng.â€"The queerest craft in the North Sea is a giant steel structure 138%4 feet long, 58% feet high and 2934 feet wide, a sliding caisâ€" son, which has been towed from Hayâ€" erton Hillâ€"onâ€"Tees to the world‘s bigâ€" gest graving dock, built by the Southâ€" ern Railway Campany at Southampâ€" ton. Jt was launched at Haverton Hillâ€"onâ€"Tees by the Furness Shipbuildâ€" ing Company, Limited. A marvel of modern enginecring, this gliding caisson, which will provide a "gateway" to the graving dock, is built from more than 1,300 tons of British steel, In normal working conâ€" ditionâ€"ballasted so that the dock can be pumped dryâ€"it will displace 4,500 tons of water. At very high iides the caisson will be calle. upon to withâ€" stand an outside water pressure 91 £,000 tons, when the dock is empty, It is no exaggeration to say that tc the vast majority even of intelligent people the principles of finance and the theory of money are a closed book. â€"Macmillan Report. Things we are looking for: a Scois man in a kilt walking with a girl in one of the new trousér suits. A pefsimist is a man who neve! takes out a season ticket. leaves throt;;t;ns and a daughâ€" Startling If True Foretells Death Given it No Thoucht Famous Patrons was @poor bitter lated pany nouris family been s Long slow ba secrets of souf fifty minutes i dish should be Ltempq-ture C iL. When firm t sharp knife ins the souffie come is done. be beaten sepa 4 rotary beater tolored, and t! whisk until sti the whites into The Auffy consi pouffie depends which prevents mir bubbles in attempted excer tenced cook. 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