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Turlng suddenly to Digby, he said: "‘This spiritualism of yours appears to be a trifle fascinating, aftcr <*. I‘ll change my mind if I may, and Tl acâ€" A taxi crawling past, pulled in to the kerb at the behest of the strange watcher‘s lifted finger. He spoke briefâ€" ly to the driver, then seated himselt gt_(he cab. Instead of moving off, the vcr sottied himseif down for a quiet smoke,. "I see," said Hunter. "Our scareâ€" «/w friend is cloaking his watching." / Tt 1O Eoi mvinl E "Of course, he knows nothing of your call here?" asked Hunter. "Why, no; I told no or». I just slipâ€" ped away." "I‘ve never seen him before," reâ€" marked Hunter. "That strange head and neck are not likely to be forgotâ€" ten. And the greem umbrella, too! That‘s either an assumed aid to a eharacter or the man‘s a freak." "Green â€" umbrella?" ecried Digby. ""Why that‘s Cranston, my friend, Guy Cranston! What the dickens is he doâ€" ing there?" "So, that is th» medium is ii?" *Yes, that funny old gamp is one of his most precious possessions; . he never moves without it." Digby was puzzled. Joining Hunter at his point of obâ€" servation by the curtain, Digby saw a remarkable man lurking furtively behind a pillar box. His neck was abâ€" normally long, his head was queerly round, and under his arm he carried a rusty green umbrella. ‘"Me?" Digby gulped in alarm. Goodness, no. Why should anyone shadow me? It‘s not shadowing huâ€" mans that are my trouble." "Just a second," he murmured, "here‘s rather an interesting speciâ€" men." Hunter indicated someone in the street below; he himself remained eloaked by the heavy curtain. "Who is it?" asked Dighy. "Not shadowing you, I suppose ?" HMunter demanded. A Strange Head and Neck As he spoke, Hunter paced the room and chanced to turn near to the curâ€" tained window., He paused and became immediately absorbed by something be saw in the street below. "©No, hardly that. 1 think for the present you require a really cheerful time. Stay for a spell here with me. It‘s high spirits you need, a show or two; and perhaps even a night club or so. That is the antidote I shall preâ€" seribe," "Nnasty patting hands in the dark corridors that dab on one‘s face, the failure of lights, falling of pictures, my dead uncle‘s face at the window and the dreadful howling of that dog." "And you‘ve seen this dog?" "Saw it last night, splashing | right through the surf at the foot of the cliffs, at the p>int where ‘Owl‘s Croft‘ overlooks the shore. 1 had to get right away; if IT‘d only had someone with me I‘d never have funked it â€" Could you face a day or two of ‘Owl‘s Croft?" pleaded Digby. "You‘re so charged with commonâ€"sense, I should not fear the place if you were there." Each case individually fitted. Secure the correct hearing aid for YOUR needs DEAFNESS "Ha!" Hunter‘s eyes glittered. "This is more interesting than I imagined â€"â€" pray proceed." "There was a night when I sat alone at supper, and â€" 1 know it sounds like the wildest rot â€"â€" but literally 1 saw an oldâ€"fashioned harpoon which hung on the wall as an ornament, wrench itâ€" self free and fly at my head. Only by a fraction did it miss; it split the oak wainscot behind me." "Ha‘" Hunter‘s aves Plittorad «This "I think I understand, but tell me something that has happened to reâ€" duee you to this shaky condition." Hunter was probing for facts in the mirage of fantasy that clouded Digby‘s brain. "Yes, the villagers call it ‘Old Shagâ€" een.‘ It‘s not a real animal â€" not alive that is. It runs along the seashore In the swirl of the incoming tide and howls â€"â€" howls. I‘ve seen it, at the foot of the clifis of the grounds of ‘Owl‘s Croft.‘ You know, Hunter, it all sounds foolish here, now in the dayâ€" light. But it‘s vastly different down there." CHAPTER II Invitation Accepted Hunter paused in his pacing of the floor and wheeled around in astonishâ€" ment. Issue No. 18â€"‘38 Of Special Interest to Women Readers A dog myself last week." "But not this week, sir. I should ‘ave moved you." ‘‘What‘s wrong with the grey For years we‘ve kept it locked right through the winter." ‘*Well, the grey room, sir â€" you do know â€" or p‘raps you don‘t sir. At t~hi- time of the year it‘s never used. "I shouldn‘t use the grey room, sir," Mrs. Barlow paused, as though conâ€" sidering the words she spoke. "Why not?" Hunter‘s keen cyes and ears were not missing anything despite the fact that he appeared to be engrossed in studying the fine old engraving on the wall. "Light a fire in the grey room. I daresay Mr. Hunter will appreciate the big basket grate," was all he said. Digby studiously lg;aored the man‘s remarks. "Sir Geoffrey fell last night. ‘Im as ‘angs in the long corridor. Fell that ‘ard, ‘e broke ‘is frame," muttered the woman, casting furtive glances over her shoulder as she spoke. "Now, Mrs. Barlow. hurry with a meal of some sort â€" ~: ything hot. We wre desperately hungry." Digby turned to his companion, and without further preamble indicated a wide and comâ€" fortable looking ‘ounge. "Let‘s bask in this warmth before 1 show you your room, whilst Mrs. Barlow prepares a meal." "Excellent," agreed Hunter. "What about the car?" he queried. "Oh, Mrs. Barlow, ask your husband to take the car to the garage, will you? Everything has been quiet durâ€" ing my absence?" The old woman Digby had addresâ€" sed as Mrs. Barlow stood stolidly reâ€" garding them with almost glowering eves. Upon a wide hearth logs smouldered and a big black cat stretched itself and backed with bushed tail and vie. 1 cnittings. "Here we s , Hunter," exclal‘gqg Digby with forced cheerfulness, ‘"Welcome to ‘Owl‘s Croft!‘*" _ _ "Come, Mrs. Barlow, you‘re barred and bolted as though you were besiegâ€" ed." Digby strode ovor the threshold. "A cheerful welcome, 1 must say. You got my telegram?" "There‘s not been a living one nearâ€" by this house the day," muttered the old dame. She stood back as Hunter followed his hcst into a square enâ€" trance hall which towered away to the full height of the brilding, finishing high up in a carved and groined ceilâ€" ing. Aiter a moment‘s delay the ponder ous oaken door slowly opened and a lined ard wrinkled old face peered out round the aperture. Digby pulled an antique and rusted bell chain, evoking somewhere in the deep recesses of the house a dismal clanging. The car drew up by some massive steps over which yawned a grim old archway, which he facetiously likened to a private edition of Newgate. ‘For such stories as you have told me, Digby, it‘s the correct setting!" As Hunter spoke the car rocked its way over the narrow bridge. Ahead â€" the â€" weedâ€"grow.. path way gave on to a drawbridge, beneath that swirled the black waters of a wide moat, reedâ€"fringed. "Owl‘s Croft" lookâ€" ed anything but inviting in that drear light and the gusts that tossed the gaunt old trees beat the rain into its casement windows with fury. Left and right of the grey entrance to "Owl‘s Croft," were ancient gateâ€" posts, ivied and lichened; massive wroughtâ€"iron gates lay unhinged up against a wall. There was something sinister in the scene which impressed Hunter; comâ€" ing at the end of a dreary journey he felt his spirits fall. Over the grey wall seagulls wailed a welcome., The car, in obedience to the wheel, swung to the left, and turning its back to the force of the gale, conversation became possible without shouting. The road was rough, and the car rocked over potâ€"holes; on either side gaunt treeg bent their backs before the furâ€" ious wind like humble slaves bowing down to a tyrant master. The North Norfolk coast was showing at its very wildest and worst. The land rose slightly ahead, and a grey pile of olden masoury became visible; turreted and grim it conveyed a picture of mediaeval days. "There‘s ‘Owl‘s Croft, " ejaculated Digby. Digby peered out beyond the rainâ€" swept screen. "Not far now, Hunter; a couple of miles. The road turns here to the left, and we‘re heading inland a trifle." 5 cept your kind invitation to dare the terrors of ‘Owl‘s Croft‘." CHAPTER III Portrait Comes To Life "Your uncle certainly selected a reâ€" mote spot, Digby. Fine in the summer, I can imagine, but a trifle drastic in the winter. How far out?" nonsense, woman. I used it i of quilt, _ ~~ * "*~°"6 «RG Pnishing; yardage chart; diaâ€" am of quilt. g:nd 20 qcent- in coins (shm&n cannot be accepted) for this pattern to Wilson Needlecraft Dept., 73 W. Adelaide St., Toronto. Write plainly your Name and Address, and l!"attern Number, $44 Jshig Medleyâ€"a quilt made mainly aris only five patch piecesâ€"you‘ll find the work as well as the resulting quilt more 10 inches. Pattern 1312 contains a dia pieces;'instg;gctions for cutting, sewing a ‘‘Why not?" It was Hunter who askâ€" ed the question. "The bell, sir. It ‘ad been cut. sir. It‘s Beyond Me "The man in the picture, I mean." Digby explained. "This was my uncle‘s favorite apartment, and that picture represents a pastor in the days of good Queen Bess. An ancestor of mine. He lost his head in the end, did Father Ignatius Digby; treason and all that sort of thing." ‘‘Lost his head?" repeated Hunter. "Yes, on the block." ‘‘Don‘t look at it, sir â€" don‘t look at it!" the voice of Mrs. Barlow wailâ€" ed from the hall. & ‘‘Who is quiet. "Who‘s what sir?" whimpcred Mrs. Barlow. For some reason or other a sombre old oil portrait riveted his attention. It pictured a leanfaced man of the Elizabethan period, wearing a black sk 11 cap. In the dim light of that grim room the portrait appeared lifeâ€"like. "In there, eh?" Hunter strode over to the door indicated and threw it open. The light that filtered in was dim and a chill atmosphere was heighâ€" tened by the beating of the heavy raindrops at the windows. Before him he saw an old apartment with three of its walls lined with books; at the far end was a leatherâ€"topped writing desk. That and some leather highâ€" backed chairs completed the furnish ing. "It‘s â€" it‘s a disused bell. _ Your uncle, sir, cut the wire of it ten years ago â€" and now it‘s ringing! It used to communicate with the library, sir." She pointed to a door. "In there, sir." Dismally from the recesses of the old house came another depressing peal, ‘ow pitched and vibrant as a tolâ€" ling knell. bellt" From the corridor leading to the kitâ€" chen a sound of scurrying feet and a whimpering noise was heard, and as the two mon turned towards the door under the high stairway from which it emerged they behaold Mrs. Barlow with her eyes astare and her hands out stretched. Piling logs on the fire, Digby ponâ€" dered the remark, and was about to ask for an explanation when the deepâ€" toned clanging of bell broke the stillâ€" ness. ‘‘That‘s not the doorbell," puzzled Digby. "I expect they‘ll leave right enough at the proper time." Stunning Quilt May Be“Pjece_d With Scraps says Laura You understand, Hunter, Mrs. Barâ€" low and her husband are in a manner inherited with the old place, and 1 haven‘t the heart to clear them out." "Two days of Mrs. Barlow would be an ordeal, I imagine." "We can‘t get maids to accept a position here. An agency at Norwich sent us three, but not one of them stayed longer than two days." ‘"Nice, cheerful, helpful old lady," commented Hunter. "Why do you keep her Digby? A bright, cheerful parlorâ€" maid is indicated, surely ?" Disused Bell Rings Hunter‘s jest was not appreciated by Mrs. Barlow, judging by the woâ€" man‘s stare of outrage as she flouncâ€" ed away, rousing a salvo of echoes by slamming the door. "Bat in the bedroom, eh?" smiled Hunter. "Queer place for a‘ bat. I‘ve heard of bats in the belfry, but not in the bedroom." «Nothing, sir, nothing much, that is. It‘s a bat I think they say, sir. Gets in the room somehow â€" an ‘orrid creatâ€" ure, Mr. Digby‘s uncle tried to shoot it. It comes this time every year â€" an‘ it‘s awful for anyone to see it with their eyes." room?" Hunter turned and fixed the sullen figure of Mrs. Barlow with his keen eyes. “Sid!" she gasped, "that bell, that FRIENDSHIP MEDLEY ied 1 B stt en td C eameaaeaeaaniner that 2" ONTARIO ARG TORONTO Hunter‘s voice was ‘ad been cut, sir. . made mainly of scraps. Easy to pieceâ€"there â€"you‘ll find the variety of the scraps makes your ng quilt more 1ucinnting. The block measures contains a diagram of lock; accurate pattern ting, sewing and finishing ; yardage chart; diaâ€" x f y ‘ A F C o] 9@ . t â€"‘.“; wlle...... h :" "::, ... 7 N§aP¢ x y \ "I see â€" a legend associated with the painting. That‘s different. Do you know the yarn, Digby?" "I don‘t know sir â€" it‘s all beyond me, that it is. All I do know is that at this time every year Father IIgnatius rings. This was the day he died on. Sir Riley told me and my ‘usband all about it. ‘E didn‘t seem to mind it, sir, I wish ‘e never ‘ad told us." ‘"My dear good lady, do please t:lk reasonably. Do you seriously mean to suggest that this man in the picture can ring a bell?" Father Ignatius always rings it as warning." a time , mixing lightly with fork. Handle as little as possible. Wrap in waxed paper and chill thoroughly beâ€" fore rolling. Roll out on slightly flourâ€" ed board. Bake in hot oven (450 deâ€" 1â€"3 cup cold water (about) Sift flour once, measure, add baking powder and salt, and sift again. Cut in shortening until pieces are about size of small peas. Add water (preâ€" ferably ice water), a small amount at 2% cups silfted flour %, teaspoon baking powder 14 teaspoon salt 2â€"3 cup cold shortening 1% tablespoons quickâ€"cooking tapioca 1% cups sugar 14 teaspoon salt. 1 tablespoon melted butter 3%4 cups rhubarb, cut in 1&â€"inch pieces 1 recipe Pie Crust Combine quickâ€"cooking tapioca, suâ€" gar, salt, butter and rhubarb; let it stand for 15 minutes, or while pastry is being made. Line a 9â€"inch pie plate with % of pastry rolled 1â€"8 inch thick, allowing pastry to extend % inch beâ€" yond edge of plate. Moisten edge of pastry with cold water and fold inâ€" ward, even with rim of plate. Fill with rhubarb mixture. Moisten edge ansin. Roll other half of pastry to 18 inch thickness. Fold half the pastry baqk on other half. With sharp knife make several slits to permit escape of the steam. Place upper crust on filled lowâ€" er one, opening out folded half after it is placed on pie and drawing snugly across top to prevent sagging at the edges. Press edges together. Trim off surplus pastry, being careful not to â€" cut folded edge of lower crust. Bake ‘ in hot oven (450 degrees F.) 15 minâ€" utes; then decrease heat to moderate (350 degrees F.) and bake 30 minutes ‘ longer, or until filling is cooked, juice is a clear, sparkling éolor. it will not run all over the plate and the erust will be crisp. Here is a rhubarb pie which is guarâ€" anteed not to run. Quickâ€"cooking tapiâ€" oca is used to bind the ingredients and insures a flaky crust. When your pie is ready to serve, you‘ll cut the wedges proudly. For though the fruit This fruit, which is not a fruit beâ€" cause it is a plant stem served as a fruit, is rich in mineral salts and supâ€" plements your daily need for vitamins. Rhubarb is just coming on the marâ€" ket now and this is the best time to serve it. Its color and flavour are neâ€" ver better and its tangy flavor is like a tonic to winterâ€"worn appetites. Why anyone should feel the need of a tonic in the spring is beyond us. We have always thought that spring itself was about the best tonic nature could invent. The days of molasses and sulâ€" phur are definitely past but if the feel ing persists that your system does reâ€" quire some form of natural tonic, try rhubarb. Rhubarb Pie PATTERN 1312 (To Be Continued) Rhubarb Pie Pie Crust Laundry (picture of future husâ€" bands doing the family wash), nutriâ€" tion, care of the room, etiquette, and the selection of clothing are also included in the course. Boys who attend the Herbert Hoover Junior High School at San Jose, Cal., should make perfect bachâ€" elorsâ€"or model husbands. They are iearning to darn their own socksâ€"and they can wield a needle without sewing the stockings together or making a big lump where the toe should be. Nobody can object if you don‘t conâ€" tribute when you can‘t afford to do so. But the men and women who carry on are probably as busy as you are, and in fairness you should give at least your time and your suggestions. Just how good a citizen are you? How much would you be missed if you passed out tonight? do it? Do you break the speed laws, and thus put others in danger? Do you accept an office and then {ail to discharge its duties? Are you a drag on efforts to make your town a better place to live in? Do you supâ€" port bodies which try to help the genâ€" eral good as far as you can afford? Or do you lie back and let George "Let George Do It?" Are you one of those who think "the world owes you a living" you don‘t earn? Do you carry your own load as a man? You may think yoin_;r;â€"'n-;odel citizen. You may bridle up and think the above question absurd. "How good a citizen are you?" Did you ever sit down by yourselt and ask yourself this question? Beâ€" cause it will be worth your while to do so, says the Sault Ste. Marie Star. And not kid yourself about the answer. Ask Yourself These Questions If You Would Know How Much Would You Be Missed? Rustic weaves hold great interest in plain silks. Elizabeth Hawes has designed a longâ€"sleeved, peasant type of frock in one of these new weaves, with high surplice closing and circular skirt set off with a gaily striped girdle. An unusual feature of this ensemble is the matching sleeveless, fullâ€"length box coat. There are many other interesting versions. Boys Learn to Darn Lingerie touches are favorite trimâ€" mings on silk print dresses and suits as well as on plain, sheer silk dresses. Silk Coats Popular To complete ensembles smart womâ€" en favor silk coats, as endorsed by Paris. They are seen in silk alpaca, grosgrain or marocain. They feature usually soft dressmaker details and fitted lines. One model shown that goes far in transforming dresses into distinguished costumes, has pushedâ€"up sleeves and vertical tucks forming a fitted waistline. We see smart versions of this trend in easy fitted, sweaterâ€"ike silk jackets worn over trim tailored silk dresses with pleated skirts. This costume is made in flower printed silk with a cardigan jacket that has bright blue felt bands. Newest skirts are circular or with fullness introduced with allâ€"around pleats, sometimes confined at the hipâ€" line, but free lower down to swing in the breeze, Waists are smaller, hips are definitely in the picture, according to the latest Paris silhouette. At the same time there is a decided trend toâ€" ward a lowered waistline. Women say it with gay costumesâ€" dresses that flaunt bright colors, hats with flowers and flying ribbons and veils. Nature says it is spring with posies blossoming, green grass and the singâ€" ing of birds. New Skirts Circular; Waists Smallâ€" er In Paris Silhouette Spring Favors Gayest Colors 14 cup sugar $ 14 cup water 1 pound rhubarb, cut in small pieces. 1 package strawberry jelly powder, Combine sugar and water and heat until sugar is dissolved. Add rhubarb and simmer until tender, Measure, add water to make 2 cups. Dissolve jelly powder in hot rhubarb mixture. Turn into mold. Chill until firm,. Unmold. Serves 6. grees F.) 15 minutes. Makes enough pastry for one 9â€"inch twoâ€"crust pie, or two 9â€"inch pie shells, or fifteen 3!4 inch tarts. mg as "It is only fair and proper that these teachers who are engaged in taking summer courses should be asâ€" sured of a reasonable holiday, Dr. McArthur said children would return to school on September 6, the day after Labor Day, instead of the usua!l September 1. ‘The deputy minâ€" ieter explained the lengthened holiâ€" days as a move to make it possible for teachers taking summer courses to have a full month‘s holiday before returning to school. "For several years to come, sumâ€" mer courses will have to be provided for the retraining of teachers that they may be prepared adequately to teach the new courses of studies," said Dr. McArthur. TORONTO.â€"Dr. Duncan McArthur, Ontario deputy minister of education, gave school children cheering news last week when he announced they would have nearly an extra week of summer holidays this year, $1 w . ° : MHamiuton, Ont., said: "Dr, Pierce‘s Favorite Prescription is a good tonic. It helps to stimulate the appgite and relieves ‘onedthu!l_rd.wvoucoldmo-. It is so good for girls growing into womanhood ; 'h'.l gives rclief from periodic distress and Children Will Have Until Septemâ€" ber 6 This Year Summer Holiday NERVOUS WOMEN The investigators gave identical tests twice to 2,800 college students to measure the growth of their knowâ€" ledge. About 15 per cent. of these students had lower scores as seniors than they had earned as sophomores, Students intending to be artists, musicians or â€" dramatists gained most. Those planning to teach phyâ€" sical education showed the least proâ€" ""Much of our present failure to provide further education for high school graduates who could profit by it," the report asserts, "is due not so much to lack of resources as to lack of precision in our knowledge of their abilities." The majority cof the prospective teachers, the report says, "exhibit inferiority in‘ contrast with nonâ€" teachers in nearly every department of study; and they show up badly when compared in the same tests with students four years below them who represent the educational probâ€" lems with which they must be preâ€" pared to deal." College seniors intending to teach fell below the average of nearly evâ€" ery other vocational class in a series of comprehensive tests, the investiâ€" gators found. American colleges are turning out many high school teachers who know less than the pupils they teach, the Carnegie Foundation for the Adâ€" vancement of Teaching reported at New York last week. 10â€"Year Study Its report, urging drastic reforms in the training of teachers, is based on a tenâ€"year study in which 26,000 seniors in Pennsylvania high schools and students in 49 colleges of that state acted as educational guinea pigs. Survey Shows Period Extended eating. Cleanses crevices between teeth, too . . . assures sweet breath. A simple aid to health! Bug' some now! Smaill in cost but big in benefits! Enjoy it after rigley" 1 fAitt rel_level_‘gfil.:-nl'.:fl;. ml::e:lw:t Latter Know Less Than Of Teachers $1.35. Lay each blanket or cover evenly on the bed so that both sides can be pulled tightly and neatly, The hem of the top sheet is then turned back over the blanket for a neat finish to the covers, Fluff up the feathers of the pillows to shape them., "Religion is a human discovery to meet human needs."â€"Nicholas Murâ€" Beds should be made according to a defivite routine for comfort plus that smooth look. Wrinkles must be kept out of every corner, so begin by placing the pad smoothly over the mattresses. ‘The bottom sheet should be placed with the centre crease exâ€" actly in the middle of the bed and must be tucked in well at the top and sides, with corners folded flat and smooth,. The top sheet should be laid wrong side up with the large hem at the top, and should be tucked in well at the bottom. We women do have our troubles as compared with men." But in the end the sor‘tbe finds herâ€" self worsted. ‘The hat grows tightor and tighter. And now her engagement pad reads like this: "Mondayâ€"Stretch hat. Tuesdayâ€"Stretch hat,. Woednes dayâ€"Stretch hat." "Only when I got home did I get the full force of it. I looked like Aunt Maggie going out to milk. Well, it 1 was the Aunt Maggie type, as the French would say, it was God‘s will, But, I‘d be comfortable." "#‘Oh, my dear, I‘m going to put you into a tam. You‘re the tam type. Absolutely.‘ ‘The fraâ€"as ended by me buying a conservativedooking model, plain and expensive, It looked all right while the girl was fussing around turning the brim up this way ard that, pursuing her hypn tic way. "*I am not,‘ I said, I haven‘t rm a tam since I went to school on the twelfth concession. And that‘s many a long day gone.‘ *‘But what happened? The first hat shop I visited I became hypnotized. And at that it might have been worse. The salesgirl pounced on me with a glad cry: "You‘r~ looking for a .am, of course?" "I am a perfect example of a womâ€" an foiled and betrayed and disillusionâ€" ed by the milliners, And I can do nothing about it. This year I decided I‘d take my time :*out buying a hat. And I‘ll get one simple and becoming and smart. "Men and hats? They don‘t know the half of it Their hat life is simâ€" ple with no complexities whatever. Why? Because they won‘t stand for anything else. And what‘s more, ha: makers have to watch their step o:f the boys won‘t wear hats at all. Grace Luckhart in The VYancouver Province, turns again to hats: Woman Complains of B ing Beâ€" trayed by ml'ne: Feminine Hats Perplex Writer They Just Roam About Of course, the basis of much of this disappearing of people is that they set out for, or live in a country without giving any thought to what they‘ll do in case of emergency, With conditions so much upset in China, and so many Americans ciâ€" ther living or travelling in the country, there have been a groat many searches to be conducted there, Missionaries, businessmen and their families are listed in the voluminous file, In China it is particularly hard to locate anyone who has dropped out of sight now, but the consuls grow very resourceful, and the radio has been wonderful help. Can‘t Be Swallowed Up We think that it is only children who become lost, strayed or stolon, Not mt all, Mrs. Blessing says, An explorer disappears in a jungle , . , A Woman, on a vacation, disappears in the midst of a fortuitous politics] upheaval, A student, pursuing the theory that travel is broadening, dis appears in the Swiss Alps. Someonc has to look for such people. They can‘t just be allowed to remain lost, strayed or misplaced. If they haven‘t hordes of relatives who insist on a search, there ane other perfectly good reasons why they should and must be found. And that is where Mrs. Blessing takes hold. **~~,. Madge Blessing runs the |n. t« netioo»sl Lost and Found Division of the United States Department of State. Her ’oh is findingâ€"not lost umbrellas, and luggage, or even that diamond bracelet that must have slipped down behind the compan. ment cushions in the Blue Trainâ€" but peopleâ€"people who have, in some instances, gone through unbe. liavable phases of being "lost," and who therefore have abundant reaso» to rise up and meaningfully call the lady by her name. Women Tracks Down Missi People Who Have Disâ€" Combs World For . Lost Or Strayed both into the fire and ters, to destroy him: canst do anything ha on us, and help us. N ble oecurrense of the . The father made him the child, The sufferi were his sufferings. Y that atonement throug now importar child" _ youn; brought to ko Christ! 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