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if tt On I mm Stun-h whiter“; afternoon . any of neighbors. gathered u "I. ion. of In. mum and her tHtstthter Yutet, In tho will... of mallard In-ar Dartmoor. mm to able tlptttng for nun-9mm: and mum a message that “Main Tn'dann has been murdered. "Uok here," aid Ronnie. Be took his hands from 350 table. N call this I mun joke." His voice trembled. "Turn up the lights," said Mr. By- "ott. _ lajor Burnaby rose nnd did no. The sudden glare revealed I company of pale many laces. r-YY-" Everyone Iordod " each other. Bomehow---nobodr quite knew that to “Silly nonsense," said Mrs. Willett. "Nobody ought a6--ter nuke jokes like “I wasn't shoving," aid Ronnie, “cling unspoken criticism leveled " him. “I swear . Isn't.” "Certainly not," said Mr. Rreroft Inmly. - _ "I can say the same," said Mr Doe. "And you, Mr. Ryeroftt" “You don't think I'd nuke a joke a! that kind, do you?" growled Major lumby. "Rotten bad um." "Violet, dear-" N didn't. Mother. Indeed I didn't. I wouldn’t do such a thing." The girl I'll almost tearful. Everyone wu managed. A and- don blight had some over the cheerful 'arty. 7 7 - " Injor Burnaby pushed back his their, went to b window and pulled aide the cumin. Me stood there look- ing out with his back to the room. "Teentt-thro minutes past five," mid Mr. Ryan“ glancing up at the dock. He compued it with his own inch and somehow everyone felt that the action wns sitrnitieant in some way. "Ut me no?“ Mrs. Willett with [and cheerfulness. “I think ie'd better have cocktails.” The situation grew a little easier. "Well," said ionnie, raising his glwo. "Here's how." "Yhank you. Mu. Willett. Not for no." Me looked once more out into the night then came slowly back to he group by the fire. “Many thanks In a very pleases" time. Good night." "You're not. going?" “Sorry. Mrs. Willett-hut it's got to be done. If there were only t tele- "n telephone?” "Yetr--to tell you the trutb--Pm-- nll. I'd Who to be sure that Joe Tre- "lran's all right. Silly superstition Ind all that-but there it u. Natur- Illy, I don't believe in this tommy rot - The others "sponded---all but the "Tent figure by the window. - “lug: 'tur/star. Here‘s your cock tau." The Major roused himself with a “an. Me turned slowly. “But you can't telephone from any- Ihre. There's not such a thing in mum." - -- “my; Just it. As 1 ean't we M, I'll have to t" _ "Gd-but you couldn't get a car Dow-n that road'. Elmer wouldn't take bis on out on sudh a night." Elmer was the proprietor of the "k car in the place, an aged Ford, hind at a handsome price by those who wished to so into Exhampton. "No, no-ear" out of the question. I, two legs will take me there, Mrs. mum.” There was a chorus of protest. "Oh! Major Burnaby-it's impos- Bk. You said yourself it vets going ttt now." "Not for In hoeP---perUps longer. I’ll get there, never fear." Argument and entrnty had no more In: on Major Burnaby. Me was an thtinate nun. Once his mind was nude up on any point, no power on Mb could move him. He had determined to walk to Ex- Iunpton w"! see for himself that all nae well with his old friend'. He tapped himself up in his overcoat. lighted the hurricane lantern, and 'hepped out 'into the night. "t'll just drop into my place for 3 ask," he said cheerily, "and then push straight on. Trevelyen will put no up for the night when I get there. Mulous fuss, I know. Everything m to be all right. Don't worry, In. Willett. Snow or no snow. I‘ll get there in e couple of hours. Good night." Me strode away. The others return- " to the fire. Rycroft had looked up at the sky. “It is going to "uw," he murmured b Mr. Duke. "And it will begin long More he gets to Exhunptou. 1-1 min get: there .11 right.” ' he (mink. " knit. l feel I ought to have cm with him. One of us ought tol ye done so." . "Most distressing," Hrs. Willett can sayintr. "Mort distressing. Vio- bt, 1 will not have that silly game bured “tin. Poor Major Burnaby will pmbably plunge into a smwdriit - if he “can’t he'll dU of the cold -I upon". At his Me, too. Very iaiusufyeteeP,tettts Of in right." Everyone cited. (1“an t--tCont d.) Giim TrGetrot is perfectly .rrrNOPtgrtg, "Whether he's expected me or not, I've come," said Burnaby testily. "And a I'm telling you, 1 can't get in. I've rung and knocked and nobody un- swers." “Look here," said Burnaby curtly. "I've been ringing and knocking at the captain's house and I can't get any answer." "Why, of course, it's Friday," said Graves who knew the habits of the two pretty well. "But you don't mean te say you've actually come down from Sittaford on a night like this? Surely the captain would never expect you." But even now they did not feel real- ly too comfortable. A The Major desisted. He stood for I moment I: though perplexed-then he slowly went down the path and out at the gum, continuing on the road he halt come towards Exhampton. A hundred yards brought him to the small police station. He -hesitated Igain, then finaily made up his mind and entered.' _ "'Well, I never, sir, fancy you being out on a night like this." - Supposing something had happened to Captain Trevelyan. . . Supposing! Some af his uneasiness seemed to communicate itself to the policeman. "That's odd," he said, frowning. "Of course it's odd," said Burnaby. "Think. he might have been taken bad?" The polieeman's faee brighten- ed. "I'll try the telephone.” It stood at hit elbow. He took it up and gave the nirmheT. Ami will the little house remained silent as the dead. _ (Joust-3919 Graves, who. knew the 0: d...“ .r - Major' well, rose 1n iis!onishment, Two and a half hours later, just be- fore eight o'elock, Major Burnaby, hurricane lantern in hand, his head dropped forward so u not to meet the blinding drive of the snow, stumbled up the path to the door of Huelmoor, the small house tenanted by Captain Trevelyan. The snow had begun to fall “out an hour "o-tpeat blinding flakes of it. Major Burnaby was gasping, emitting the loud sighing gasps of an utterly "blasted man. He was numb- It triadon and on-but there wt: still no sign of life in the hoyse.. There was a knoeker on the door. Mnjor Burnaby seized it and worked it vigorously, producing a noise like thunder. But to the telephgne. " o lit iron; doorbell, Captain Trevelyg av no ed with cold. He stamped his feet, blew, puffed, snorted and applied a numbed finger to the bell push. The bell milled shrilly. Burnaby waited. After a pause of I few minutes as nothing happened, he pushed the bell again. Once more there was no stir of life. Burnaby ring a third time. This time he kept his finger on the bell. .eyly. “hie. as though he had been taken bad," baid Graves as he replaced the receiver. "And all alone in the house, Dr. Warren', hodU was iihndsk next door to the police station. The doctor was just sitting down to dinner with his wife and wu not best pleased at the summons. The snow was still falling. too. We'd best get hold of Dr. War- rtn and take him along with ug," "Damnable night," murmured the doctor. "Hope you haven't brought me out on a wild goose chasm Trevel- yan's as strong as a horse. Never has anything the matter with him." Burnaby did not reply. Arriving at Hazelmoor once make, they again rang and knocked, but elicited no response. The doctor then suggested going round the house to one of the back windows. Easier to force than the door. There was a side door which they tried on the way, but it too was lock- ed, and presently they emerged on the snow-covered lawn that led up to the back windows. Suddenly Warren uttered an exclamation. True enough, the window, a French one, was standing ajar. They quicken- ed their steps. On a night like this, In one in his sense would open a win- dew. There was a light in the room that streamed out in u thin yellow band. The three men arrived simultan- eously at the window-Burnaby was the first man to enter, the constable hard on his heels. “7:151; window of the studr-it's open." 7 _ _ - They both stopped dead inside and something like a muffled cry came (HA1 the ex-soldier. In another mo- ment Warren was beside them, and sal what they had seen. Captain Trelevyan lay on the floor, he: downwards. His arms sprawled widely. The room was in confusion-- drahrs of the bureau pulled out, pa- pers lying about the floor. The win- dow beside them was splintered where it had been forced near the lock. Be aide Captain Trevelyan Wttt 1 dark green babe tube about two inches im diameter. . Warren sprang forward. He knelt down by the prostrate figure. tnt,, minute Buffieed. He rose to his feet, tit faee pale. "N L. maul b CHAPTER II. Here all is nanny, and when the mum eilhr, Sign" add: lately and the LlyTi, o 'iifumingtii. gull Shims the green level ot the tum, his wing maven]: roses; here the house is trained or kneaded brick Ind the pinned mountain pine, Such clay as artists fuhion had such Att the tree-climbing urchin breaks. But there Eternal penile hewn trom the living isle And dowelied with brute iron, rear: I tower That from its wet foundation to its crown Ot glittering glass. stands. in the sweep of winds, Immovable, immortal, eminent. --From "The Poems and Ballads of Robert Louis Stevenson." And while one of them has price- less old lace and Another has old fur- niture, both of them confess to hav- ing inherited their possessions so they have spent nothing. Another of the group has picked up shells at the seaside on various vacation trips. The mounted shells shown interested her fellow collectors quite as much as some of the costly articles owned by other members. . New York.-lt is possible to be- come a collector and assemble 1 col- lection without spending one penny, according to members of the collec- tors' group at the American Woman's Association. Ever since September a group of about 30 collectors have been meeting once each month at the association to compare their tress- ures and to relate the experiences they have had in gathering them. New Rail Coach Streamlined Collecting Fad Proves Not For Wealthy Alone A new sixty-foot streamlined rail- road copch only a quarter the weight of a standard coach and seating tony- two persons is being tried out. A low At each meeting one type of col- lection is chosen as the subject and owners bring what they have to show. London Baby Clinic in 1816 It has Just been discoversd that in 1816 London had a baby clinic where mothers could take their children and receive advice. Speaking much is a sign of vanity; for he that is lavish in words is a nig- gard In deed.---Sir Walter Raleigh. T to The camera-man caugm the antic Garbo, as she waved farewell passengers on the 8.8. Annie Johnson from which she disembark“ m I“... Rh. - c "on run-nun. u‘oh M111..an our. Garbo Is Back! Romance of Eighties Revived Again A 75-yearold peer and tt 72-yea- old peerees are honeymooning in Europe this month, utter a secret wedding " the parish church ot Newhaven, Sussex, a. couple ot week! :30 climaxed their halt-century or romence, interrupted for 40 years when each married another person. Wedding Bells Ring Out for Lord St. Leven and Dowager Countess of Dartney F For 10 years Lord St. Levan re- mained a bachelor. He wept to Egypt and had a distinguished mili- tary career. Then he married Lady Edith Edgeeumbe, a daughter ot the Earl ot Mount Edgecumbe. They had two daughters. She died in 1931. Lord Dartney had died in 1920. The wedding brought together Brigadier-General Lord St. Levun, owner.ot St. Michael’s Mount, Corn- wall, island estate on which a castle rears precipitously trom the sea, and Julia, Dowager Countess ot Danny. Only 12 close relatives of the eld- erly couple were present at the wed. ding and a women relative “gave away” the bride who is a grand- mother. Even servants ot the count. ess were surprised. they told a. re porter who discovered, two days fate, that the marriage had taken place. We romance started when Lord St. Levan, then a. Guards other in his early 20’s met Miss Julia Womb- well, daughter of the late Sir George Womhwell. For a considerable time the two were seen together at most smart functions and society wagged its head, prophesying wedding bells. They parted, however, and soon pretty Julia Womhwell married the Earl ot Dartrey. The Dowager Countess visited St. Mlchael's Mount. Uniformed oars- mt?! r2.Et.t.1 her from the mainland. Later Lord St. Levan visited her in London. From reminiscences ot their former association romance reformed. They were married by special li. cense of the Archbishop of Canter- bury. Lord St. Levan‘s daughter. Hon. Jlilaria St. Auhyn, was "best man." She handed over‘thc ring at the appropriate moment. Trousered Marlene Dietrich Jeered by Paris Crowd Piris.--Marlene Dietrich, the screen star. followed by her husband and 17 trunks, arrived here from Hollywood and was jeered by a large crowd at St. Lazaire station. The German actress was garbed in a chocolate polo coat, beret. and shoes, and a man’s lounge sun, ot pearl grey. She wore huge goggles. Miss Dietrich attracted the biggest battery ot photographers since Col. Charles A. Lindbergh new the Atlan- tic. She was tired from the voyage over, she said, toil proceeded to Yer. sailles, a subuib. Gananoque, ont.--Morkmen repair- ing pathways in the town park here dug up an old American medallion dated 1863. One side bore the inscrip- tion "The Union Must and Shall Be Preserved/loom" On the reverse was the date, a statue of a man on horseback and the words, "First in War and First in Peace." Unearth Old Medal The joys of exploration are as vary ied " the numbers and characters of '; the explorers themselves, and the Joys) change during the lifetime of each} person. I can remember the time' when my greatest ambition was to' be the first to step upon some tropi- cal desert island, or to penetrate to where no white man's foot had ever trod. Then came the period of peri- patetic journeys, of covering as much ground as possible in a given time. But I soon found that the isl- and might be "desert" in very truth, with no return in scientific loot, and the thrill soon passed of encircling a sandy pit and seeing none but one's own footprints. I came to learn that worthwhile observations of birds and animals and insects were great in proportion to the smallness of terri- tory covered. One might shoot a large parrot or catch a brilliant but- terfly as one travelled, but to go slowly or to sit quietly was to invite the acquaintanceship of many rare and interesting creatures. To be a go 1 naturalist one must be a strol- le or a creeper, or better still a squatter in every , ise of the word-- never a traveller. Then came joys within joys. For to be a squatter alone is only the be- ginning. We can divide our observa- tions into static and dynamic. We can wait for hours and days for the glimpse of a bird, or for the court- ship of a spider, or spend a whole Light of the full moon in hopes of seeing a jaguar or a vapock, not from the point of view of a man, but from that of another jaguar or an- other water opossum. This method is of vital importance, and probably four-fifths of creative study of life histories must be gleaned in this manner. But there remains a residue of technique which excels all. . . . . It is the supreme achievement, the essence of intelligent deduction, which, when successful, brings to us Turn, BOW, tired mind unto your rest, Within your secret chamber lie, Door shut, and windows curtained, lest Footfall or moonbeanx stealing by, Wake you, or night-wind sigh. Now, Belt, We are at peace-we twnin; The house Is silent, except that-- hath'.-- Against its walls wells, out again That rapture in the empty dark; Where,softly beaming, spark by spark The glow-worms stud the Ieaves with light; And unseen Bowers, refreshed with dew-- Jasmine, wnvolvulus. glimmering white, The air with their still lite endue, And sweeten night tor Be mute all speech; and not of 11 Talk we, not can on hope, but be Calm a; iid constant stars tttto- The friends ot fragile memory, Shared only now by you and mo. Thus hidden. thus silent, while the hours From gloom to gloom their wings beat on, Shall not a moment's peace be ours, Tilt, faint with day, the east is wan, And terrors ot the dark are gone? Nay-in the forests of the mind Lurk beasts as tierce as those that tread Earth‘s rock-strewn wild: to night resigned. There stars of heaven no radiance With dawn tmed--- Bleak-eyed R will go--- Though One at watch will sun remain. Till knells the sunset hour, and lot. The listening 'aoul once more will . know _ Death and his pack are hot at1e1d again. V --walter De La Mare in the London Spectator. Trucks Cross Africa After 3500-Mile Trek Luxor, Egypt.-The broadest part of the African continent has tken cross- ed. Mr. and Mrs. T. A. Glover, Captain BAH. Andrew and Mr. F',. Mo‘rgan have arrived here trom Khartum after trekking two years win) three trucks. During exploration: in the northern half of the "Dark Continent." they negotiated the 3,500 miles from Dab hr. the farthest point went, to Ru eyed Remorse, Despair becowr, ed In lead. a“ ...ro.. mun»!- min. Forests these raven“); shapes The Joys of Exploration "hesh from the Genius“ TEA me and you not of love a great feeling, never of conceit or egotism, but of gratitude, of awe, " "vine been permitted somewhat to enter into the very life feelings and intimate habits of wilderness folk. A vocal bond is an unforgettable relationship. It is probably that every creature which has ears and can become audible, has some sound to which it will react at once, and toward which it will immediately fly or run or creep or hop. With the miserable range of whistled or ut- tered tones which is our degenerate heritage we can rarely command or put this into practice. One of my first successes was the master sound of the ehiekadee. One could whistle) ehiekvaee-dee-dee-dee until Ferns-f perfect and be rewarded by hardly a turn of the head. But in an un-l seasonable February thaw, when one, fe1trrprintt and dreamed spring, but: knew better than to say Spring, if we wetted our lips very carefully and holed down the finest whistle dia-' phragm, the resulting high, two-i toned phoe-be! might bring a black- cap to our very face. My happiest refinement of this was when I learn- ed to bring a jungle wren of the gen- us Leucolpin to my feet from a quar- ter mile distance across a tropical swamp, by a single, almost inhuman- ly high tone: and this is one of the wariest of Wrens, most difficult to stalk. I derive a keen, childish joy from the knowledge that if today I enter a tropical jungle and send forth a high, thin penny-whistle of a sound on exactly E fiat above middle C, every sloth within hearing will either answer or slowly and painfully begin to turn in my direction. A half-tone above or below will be the same as silence to these creatures. and I feel mentally the richer for knowing the utterly useless fact of the exact mas- ter sound of the sloths.--William Beebe, in "Nonsueh: Land of Water." (New York: Harcourt Brace.) Mt. Everest Climbers Camp 21,000 Feet Above Sea Cnlcutta, India. - Twenty-one thousand feet above sea level at! temperature of 20 degrees below zero, members of this year‘s Mount Ever- est climbing expedition established their third camp last week. Braving the warnings of Tibetan, that the gods of the mountains were infuriated " the recent airplane thtrhts over their domain, four of the climbers " once set out to plot e route half way to the summit, ready for a final effort to scale the 29,000- foot peak. ' This year's expedition is ahead of the normal climbing schedule. Tibe- tans friendly to the climbers urge them to await the most favorable conditions possible, believing that the mountain gods are watching every move and are ready now to wreak vengeance on anyone available to; the affront of the airplane expedition. Jimmy'. M". telin’ all de neigh- bor. you're going to buy I car in I tew months. U _ "Beg-"773w He knows w. are going to move In the Spring and the oeightror"il never no " again. 'SQI I: No 22-'34 ONTARIO amt-luv a: TORONTO The urrnngement ot the pictures pre duced some striking resulu. m. Jamel Manon, Soclslllt member of PH“. ment, who bu hitherto tough! Mm, (By Dick Wilmington In 6, "My; tian Science low-q; 2. Adelphln Terrace, Laugh». Fewer top hu- thin own-l marked the 105th Priule View ot “A Sun - Exhibition ot the Roynl Auden? " Burlington House. Piccadilly. Tim populnr social function. which herald. the opening of the London sensor. in thus conforming with n growinll tendency to dispense with tradition!) British ceremonial attire. RM.“ trom room to room trying to digest u may " possible at the ITC2 ab panting. water colon, etching, en- gravings and Iculpturel. I rubbed shoulder: with bearded qrtitsu, hntlesc models, men with blue shirtl and .. ot aiming tor hia portraits, frown: across at the Prince of Wales in tha robes ot the Chancellor of Cape Town University, with two golden lac-Oh hanging over " head. A notabia modern treatment of 'The Birth ot Venua" and “Bank Holiday, Brighton.‘ are in close proximity. Mr. Norm. Chamberlain, Chancellor ot the Eu chequer; Mr. G. Bernard Shaw and Abe Mitchell, professional golf char. pion, look inditterent to their a! roundings. mulls-I, mun w..... --_- ---- -__ ----e v -- low ties, women with short velvet cont: and long ell-ring. und people whose portraits stared down at them from the walls. Paintings are not the only works at art to attract the attention ot the Lon: don man in the street. There is, tog example, the statue ot itospero and Ariel that Mr. Eric Gill has neat”. erected over the porch of Broadcast- ing House. This statue has already received what some people consider tr, be the highest compliment that can I paid to a work of art in England: a gentleman in the House ot Commons has asked for it to be removed. The degree ot public interest that aeai’ ture arouses is really astonishing. One ot the thost highly praised of tho younger British novelists told me not long ago that his public was tstrtettF. limited; and the general public often does not even hear of plays untit about a fortnight after they have been taken oil. But a new piece of sculp- ture is an event. it it is by Jacob Mt, stein, shares tar and feathers show I most remarkable rise; it by Mr. Hardh man or Mr. Gill, the correspondence columns ot the daily papers begin to burst with angry letters trom retired: colonels in Cheltenham and North 0) ford. Sculpture seems always to hat. possessed this faculty of exciting peo- ple. When Benvenuto Cellini was " ishlng his statue ot Perseus in the great square ot Florence the pub!” came and gave him sonnets in hone: of his work. For, says Cellini, “the University ot Pisa was then in no: tion, and all the doctors and scholars kept vying with each other who could produce the best." What professor, doctor, or scholar will be tlret in tttti field with a sonnet to Mr. Eric Gill? The sartorisl success ot this sear'B' Royal Academy is a portrait ot Prince George, in the opinion ot a repro~ sentstlve ot "The Tailor and Cutter.', Each year this most exscting of " critics scrutinises the sttire ot the por. trait subjects. and his comments nrs often poignant. He expressed himsell well plessed with Prlnce George's red er, with trim sleeve cuffs ot the cor. rect width. "An object lesson in painting clothes correctly, unturully, and agreesbly," he contended. Mr, Msxton. on the other hand, he con. sidered to halve been treated rsthel shnhbily by Sir John Lavery, The on treme left wing Socialist certainly could not be sccused by his politicsl supporters ot “tolling himself up" tot his sittings. Nor had his torn coat pocket even been mended tor the o. cnslon. "Why," Inked the representative of the tailoring jam-ml, “should James M sent down the corridors ot time In such gear'. We know him a: fearless. but be In: never "ronted 'St. Step. emf (the Home ot Commons) with such vllhlnoul touery. Clydeslde ll loyal to him, but never would it send him to Parliament in such rugs and utters." London does not coattrte its art " the Roysl Academy or to its other pic ture [sites-lea. As I walked may do" Piccadilly I noticed tour pavement artists within 1 stone’s throw ot em another, while on enterprising and smbitious painter had chalked cut tot himself I thirtyfoot pitch at Hyda Park Corner. Below csch oi the pie tum was inscribed s short biography of the stint, usulll)’ ttttissuing up will the ominous information that thd painter hsd ended his career "it poverty." . One would imagine that thc .' Swain} sunuhlne which London has oru'o.ve during the early sprlnz would be hum ty favorable to pavement urtiglr, etno lt brlngs out glen: crnutls of maple and pull them into u good and mm! on! humor. But. though the sun man be a annnrial friend :0 the urea punter, ll Appears to be an avsllmih enemy. At any rate, a tertain pal. no" in the that: ot the Hyde Park co, net exhibition um accounted tor tn t legend boldly written uttdergtetttk “M 'stetures no fading In the he. ot the an, whlch drul up new Sonnet Sought for Sculpture. Prince's Cuffs Pluu Tailor Sidewalk Art In Springtime Tit-Bit: tl Mi. sugar I lr cud ulr Into Cook In double Cutting occui Ind let cool. In cream “I Add uncuroni. 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