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But its sinister outline was bulkâ€" ed with something else, for from the extended arm there swung anâ€" other figure, bulky and lumpy. Its head had dropped forward and it swayed in the wind. A gibbet. The gaunt outlines of a hanging post towered above Cranâ€" ston. As though to help their puzzled eyes a cloud cleared from the moon and a flitting beam lit up the scene they sought to understand. "Look to me like our friend, Cranston." "Jove, you‘re right, sir; but what‘s he doing out there?" "What is it?"" rumbled the ser geant. it was the figure of a tall man lifting his arms and addressing somethin higher than himself. They strained their eyes, for the moon although a great orange disc wave little light by reasou of the scurrying clouds. "Look here, sir," he exclaimed. "what‘s your opinion of that?" By his side, Hunter followed the indicating finger. For gencrations a hillock of the #and dunes, which rose up, had borne an evil name. It was called Wrecker‘s Hill, and upon it Cruel Coppinger, the pirate and wrecker, so they said, had lured to destrucâ€" tion many @a brave ship, and the spot was haunted. A dominating note of the countryside, it comâ€" manded all about like an ancient British earthwork. The Gibbet Outlined Deserted always, it now arrested their gaze. A figure stood on its crown waving long and ungainly arms. The sergeant peered out towards the sea and an exclamation broke from his lips. Suddenly through the wrack of storm clouds a yellow moon break and illuminated the countryside. Deep in the cellars lay a bulky stock of illicit whiskey, ready for transportation by road, and there too, they came upon the dressing room for the man and the hound, with its pots of luminous paint. Migh up in the lookâ€"out tower the mechanism was stopped after a brief examination; at har« lay field and night glasses and a powerful telescope. ON WRECKER‘S HiLL In the deserted house the search «ontinued from room to room. Pryâ€" ing, peering, and where necessary forcing and breaking. Secret after gecret was disclosed. Of Special Interest to Women Readers Issue No. 32â€"‘38 THE AVENGER by Walter Forder Hunter studied the grey lk'y a discussed the possibility of rain not cheerful thought. "Not, I think, whilst this wind continues," volunteered Digby. He paused and listened. From somewhere in the tract of land between the three bhouses Stepping out briskly, Digby made his Wat to t'fie Gray Hill Farm, where he scrambled down into the dyke which sheltered Hunter. Wavering Voice The grim gallows had been reâ€" moved and the lase remaings of Benâ€" son lay awaiting the coroner‘s inâ€" quest in an outhouse of the local inn. He was sure that eventually Cranston would make for the last stronghold, and there was nothing to do but watch and wait for the last homecoming of that remarkâ€" able creature. It was a depressing task for an active man like Hunter to crouch for hours in a muddy dyke, as a shelter from the piercing wind. Following his appearance after the hanging of Benson on the Gibâ€" bet, guards were posted over the many avenues of escape. There were known secret passages in Owl‘s Croft, all of which were closeâ€" ly watched by police in hiding at points near their entrances. There were others in Benson‘s house and these, with the summerâ€"house, and the cave entrance on the beach, all had their observers. Hunter and Digby elected to watch the Grey Hill Farm house. The Fight At The Farm Grey Hill Farm, the queer, rambâ€" ling and tumbleâ€"down building rentâ€" ed by Cranston, stood adjoining the highroad to Owl‘s Croft. It fitted its tenant to a nicety with its misshapen outbuildings and twisted chimneys, and it spraddled and sprawled in imitaâ€" tion of the Scarecrow. Sprawling batâ€"like across the end of the large white tombstone, which already bore the names of the three doomed men, he saw a tallâ€"misâ€" shapen fellow stretch his arm and, with a sweeping movement, strike the last name through with a black slash. With his heart beating, he held aloft his own lantern, and there saw the scene which afterwards made him famous in the history o Winâ€" tersea as a teller of thrilling yarns â€"and true. His eye from its corner glance told him that a flitting shadow had mounted the short churchyard wall that faced his establishment. As they passed out of view, old Margate, the innkeeper, turned to retire within, preparatory to a very special locking up and barring of all doors. Moving away towards their cotâ€" tage homes went the night‘s cusâ€" tomers, with their lanterns swingâ€" ing and bobbing in the distance of that stormy night like gigantic glowâ€"worms. Away in the village, inland, anâ€" other scene was taking place that is worth while recording. The Last Name Mine host of the village inn was lighting his cronies off from their "sittingâ€"in." Things had got to such a pass that every man went about after dark with a thick cudgel and a lantern. Of the man there was no sign, but from the dark came the whimpoering of the dog. "Poor old lad." Hunter petted Breathlessly they reached the hilâ€" lock and paused at the sight of Benson swinging from the gallows. Beneath him the sand and grass were furrowed and torn by the struggle of the man and the dog. "Poor old lad." Hunter petted him. "A decent dog is not expected to brave such affairs. Come, boy." He patted the hound, which lifted its muzzle and snuggled towards him, averting his gaze as a human Quick as they were, Cranston was quicker. They caught one fleetâ€" ing glimpse of him battling with the hound with the _ superhuman strength with which he was gifted. being might have done, from the sight of his master swinging and twisting in the nisht wind. The rank and file of the police, not to be outdone in such a matter, decided to follow rather than face the terrors of that house. P. C. Bright brought up carefully in the rear, a point he always selected in all such affairs as enabling him to observe more clearly every happenâ€" ing. It also placed him at an adâ€" vantage should events reverse. He raced down the long stairway with the sergeant panting hard beâ€" hind him. "Quick," cried Hunter, "that‘s Benson‘s hound; he‘ll tear the life from the Scarecrow; we can‘t afâ€" ford to lose him." sprang at the throat of the exulting man. grey sky and It was a race between the Scareâ€" crow and their party, but Hunter managed to gain the narrow grayâ€" elled path surrounding the house some ten yards ahead of the man fleeing with the burden. Stumbling from their hidden lairs came the figures of constables, and Hunter sprang from his hiding place and raced for the doorway of the Grey Hill Farm house, with him went Digby. From the grey dun coloured land there presently arose the figure of the Scarecrow, again with a burden on his shoulder much as they had seen him last night; this time his victim was the bulky form of the police superintendent. His cap was off and his head lolled in a helpless fashfon, as the Scarecrow raced across the stretch of land towards his own house." It was the sudden and dramatic threat that took the whole party unâ€" awares, and left thein unprepared for what followed. Poor P.C. Bright, who all his life had been so used to taking his ordâ€" ers from other people, did not know what to do now that authority in the absence of his superintendent left him in charge. Down the road came a blundering form: it was P.C. Bright in hot haste. He made towards Hunter and blurted: "D‘yer hear that, sir. Did ‘ear wot that fiend is saying?" "Then we may depend upon it that Cranston has more funkâ€"holes in this rabbit warren of a place than we know." "Gosh," ejaculated Digby, "that‘s pretty slick work. I left the superâ€" intendent a minute ago at the old summerâ€"house." which were being watched, Owl‘s Croft, the Benson Mansion, and Grey Hill Farm, there arose a thin wavering wail, and the words were repeated again and again, like a chant. The two men stiffened and were upon the alert at once. The queer monotonous chant maintained a steady repetition. "It‘s Cranston," gulped Digby. From over the misty field, the alâ€" most falsetto voice vied with the call of the gulls. "Listen, all you good men who are waiting in damp ditches to catch the Avenger. 1 have your suâ€" perintendent here with a gun at the back of his head. Unless you go to your homes, you good keepers of the law, the pistol will fire." Somehow the Avenger had capâ€" tured the superintendent. _ Send 20 cents in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this patâ€" tern to Wilson Needlecraft Dept., 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. Write plainly pattern number, your name and address. A knit Lolero suitâ€"first in the Fall fashion paradeâ€"easy to do! Pattern 1834 contains directions for making the bolero and a skirt in sizes 161-18 and 38â€"40; illustrations of them and of stitches; materials required. _ __ o stas s PWE Oe Sunlight falling across the hillsâ€" The old grey hills we love; Murmuring voice of a thousand rills, And the sailing clouds above; Who could wish for a fairer day? Shoulder the sacks, and we‘ll soon away, Up and out where the breezes play, Lords of the Open Road. Sunset tints and the pecping stars, And the valley road in sight; Saffron glow over ebon scars, And the sudden chill of night; Who can dream of the joy we know, Ruddily tanned, with hearts aglow, Carolling as we homeward go, Lords of the Open Road? â€"Donald Corrie, in "Chamâ€" bers‘ Journd1." Start Your Fall Knitting Now With This Laura Whesler Lords of the Open Road KNITTED BOLERO SUIT (To Be Continued) you This insight into the canine side of the cinemia was given last week in Hollywood by Rud Weatherwax. He has developed many tailâ€"wagâ€" ging luminaries and ncw is handâ€" ling Jeebie, a wirehair, working with Freddie Bartholomew and Judy Garland in "Listen, Darling." Jeebie has his own standâ€"in, Heebie, a sixâ€"monthâ€"old puppy. He exercises oftener than most bemuscled Tarzan. He enjoys a longer aver popularity than human actors. A dog star in the movies has to watch his diet like a glamour girl, p Dogs More Careful Than Glamour Girls Then there is the Watteau inâ€" fluence â€" you know, the shallow crowns, high in back, perched forâ€" ward on the head with elaborate trimming of flowers, feathers, lace and ribbon. One such hat was swathed in veiling, with a "nest" wof that diaphanous material conâ€" taining birds. They come not only in the doll size, but berets and proâ€" file effects. There are stylists who believe that the small hats will be worn by all women on every occasion, day and evening. They are being shown in every part of the fashionable world. * Trend Is Important Nevertheless, the trend toward tiny hats for autumn is important. And many of the doll hats being shown are exquisite and becoming to their wearers. Schiaparelli introâ€" duced these midgetâ€"sized chapeaux last April and they have "caught on," as most of this couturier‘s creations have a habit of doing. They say we are to wear dollâ€"sizâ€" ed hats this autumn. And we see the Paris models, tiny and decked like nothing that ever was on sea or land. Well, we may go loony in our gayer moments, but there are still a lot of hats that cover the head, are becoming even to the notâ€"soâ€" beautiful, and are just good pratiâ€" cal stuff, and with a lot of style, Paris Models Are Decked Like Nothing That Ever Was Dollâ€"Sized Hat For Fall Wear Here are a few ideas which will alid you in serving delicious and There is no one beverage in the modern household; there are many, each with a special goodnes$s for certain times and places. Coffee is a family favourite for breakfast and dinner and also has its place in formal and informal entertainâ€" ing. Tea needs no exposition of its place in entertaining. With chocoâ€" late syrup in the refrigerator, you will be ready to serve any number of delicious fountain drinks for the children though adults love these too. Then there are fruit drinks that are particularly welcome as thirst quenchers during the hot summer days and so easy to make when fresh fruit is in season. COOCLING DRINKS PATTERN 1834 than the average ao ue messenipt n o cnges i e w 9 N agh n qrnepancnnigs Laborers of Japan are protestâ€" ing that wages have not increased with mounting living costs. of the very young. But history has been known to repeat itself. Hair worn high may once again look young, because the young do it that way. It Looks Young ~ Two things one must be preâ€" pared for: higher crowns and a forward tilt. Both are a bit of a concession to hair, today‘s upstart in the fashion world. Is hair goâ€" ing up to stay? Or is this just a beau geste? One can but recall the endless discussions about the bob. How firmly women declared: "I‘ll never cut my hair," only to succumb within the next few months or the next year. And then the bob swept the feminine half of the world. Now one hears H "It makes me look old to put my hair up"â€"this from the lips even Hats raise the curtain on the very advanced fall news while midsummer is here. The next hat a woman buys will be of felt, velâ€" vet or plush; on the shelf go her straws to wait the winter sun in» warmer climates or 1989‘s summer season. Hair Brushed Up May Stay Smart Many Refuse the New Coiffure No_\_v‘v; l}!xtf Future Likely Dissolve corn starch in milk and add to beaten egg. Put all except vanilla in top of double boiler. Mix well and cook over hot water until thick enough. Stir frequently. Take from fire and add vanilla, Nice for children, especially over _ corn starch, rice cottage pudding, etc. liam Corn Starch 44 cup milk & teaspoon vanilla 1â€"8 teaspoon salt 1 cup sugar 14 cup water 14 cup loganberry juice Juice of 1 orange 2 tablespoons lemon juice 44 cup canned crushed pineapple % cup strong tea 1 cup carbonated water 1 pint ginger ale Boil sugar and water together 5 minutes. Add fruit juices, pineapâ€" ple, and tea. Let stand 1 hour. Strain over cracked ice. Just before serving, add carbonated water and ginger ale. Garnish with thin slices of orange. Makes 1%% quarts punch. 4 cups sugar 8 cups water Juice of 12 lemons A 4 cips pineapple juice 2 cups canned erushed pincapple *4 maraschino cherries, quartered Orange and lemon slices 4 pints carbonated water Boil sugar and water together 10 minutes. Cool. Add fruit juice and crushed pineapple. Chill. Just beâ€" fore serving, add cherries, fruit slices, and carbonated water. Pour immediately over ice. Makes about 6 quarts punch. This may also be served in large punch bowl with a block (2 quarts) of orange ice. LOGANBERRYADE TORONTO Dash of salt 4 cups milk 1 tablespoon flour % cup sugar 1 egg, well beaten Add coffee, chocolate, cloves, cinâ€" namon, and salt to milk, and heat in double boiler until the chocolate is melted. Strain immediately. Comâ€" bine flour and sugar. Add liquid, cook 15 minutes, or until thickenâ€" ed, stirring constantly. _ Remove from fire, cool slightly, and pour over egg. Chill. Pour over cracked ice in tall glasses. Top with whipâ€" ped cream if desired. Serves 4. ICED COFFEE Use 1% heaping tablespoons of ground coffee for each cup (% pint) of water, Make by any method deâ€" sired. Pour freshly made hot coffee over cracked _ ice. The extra strength is necessary on account of the melting ice. (Leftâ€"over coffee makes an unsatisfactory beverage.) PARTY PUNCH 1 egg 1 teaspoon butter 1 tablespoon St. Lawrence or Durâ€" SYRUP SAUCE 1 cup Bee Hive Golden or White novel beverages during the sumâ€" mer. "Tourists Are Attracted By Something Different" cut in pieces 6 cloves 4 inch piece of stick cinnamon 4 tablespoons ground coffee 2 squares unsweetened chocolate, Corn Syrup To Change Picture ICED COFFOLATE be . . . was told . . . fainted. Fire department crew had to be sumâ€" moned to bring her back to realâ€" ity. Mrs. Carris Fallis walked into the Internal Revenue Bureau at Los Angeles, California . . . asked how much her income tax would You might think that little enâ€" ergy is needed to blow a locomoâ€" tive whistle. But you would be wrong, because train whistles use a considerable amount of steam. An American expert has computâ€" ed that 2,423,026 tons of coal are needed to raise the steam for blowing locomotive whistles every year. ©@ Come to this ." I is Te C m oxhibits by European countries. "We must give the impression to the people that come here, not that they are cash customers, but paying guests," Mr. Sullivan cautioned. . . . Tommy Dorsey Mr. Sullivan called attention to signs he had sceen in this province announcing "Southern _ cooking." This he said, should be changed to "Canadian cooking." Travelers do want something different to that which they get at home, he said. An iImportant Industry The tourist trade is one of the most important industries in Canâ€" ada, he said, and should be encourâ€" aged. Last year 9,000,000 persons spent a total of $118,060,000 here. ‘‘There has been no movement of people, modern or ancient, to comâ€" pare with the mass that moves from the country to the south of us," he said. attendance. A special effort is ing made to locate as many as ::'-'lbu of the descendants of ;h m. gala nmm:n‘mh old a on ing day of the Exhibition. For registration card write to or call in at Canadian Notional Exhibition office, 8 King St. West, Toronto. New Attractions This Year For the first :h this ‘or famous band is iysying "the British PW esns uP ib a P cssc c3 0 Jubilee of the Exhibition, and as such it has been set aside as "Founders‘ Year" in honour of tho-:a men uuli, women who supâ€" nintd M _ . m ade 2 NT Chuinize muilyr annasses J 4g C300 CCCEA those early years by their organizâ€" ing ll‘:‘ility_, their exhibits or their regarding the descendants of those who took part in, exâ€" hibited at, or attended the Canadian National Exhibition during its early years. Mr. Sullivan urged that the Canâ€" adian individuality be kept prominâ€" ent. With inferior highways to the highways of Ontario, the Province of Quebec is a popular tourist atâ€" traction because the people there afford an atmosphere that is vnique to the tourist, especially in the use of the French language, he said. Tourists want something differâ€" ent from their native localities and so Ontario people should retain the individuality of the province inâ€" stead of emulating the United States, Bart G. Sullivan, director of the Provincial Travel and Publicâ€" ity Bureau, said last week in an address at Leamington. INFORMATION WANTED Ontario People Are Urged To An enormous -... has bee erected covering a dance floor 250 feet by 90 feet. Here the maestros of sweet FOUNDERS‘ YEAR From Across the Border Energy Behind Whistle Pocket on the grounds. "It was all a l\:ishke," explainâ€" ed the chairman, "In my book No. 7 is ‘Get Together‘" xt said, "we‘ll all join in singing No. 7 in our song books." There was a rustling of pages, a clearing of throatsâ€"and a sudâ€" den w 'flgm_ Song No. 7 wae +Whasil io L nl un 0 COs ~eeRapiers ance Union convention was in full swing at Niagara Falls A speakâ€" ‘L concluded, amid terrific apâ€" plause, an impassioned attack on the Demon Drink., M The chairman rose: "And now * Insect Proof Picnic cushions and a play matâ€" tress for baby are made on much the same lines, Here the newspapâ€" ers form a lining to the cushion or mattress cover and should be about six sheets in thickness. Fill the centre of your cushion or mattress with tightly screwed balls of newsâ€" paper, When storing furs or heavy clothâ€" ing, remember that most insects do loathe the smeil of newsprint, Put moth balls in the clothes, then roll in sheets of newspaper and you can be certain that no harm will come to them during the summer, . The housewife should have newspapers hndyntlonlnttom:rmy Pplates before they go into the dish pan, A pile of newspapers and two or three old cushions make a really sturdy "humpty." Start with layers of newspaper cut to the shape of your humpty, making a three inch foundation. A cushion comes next, followed by a solid mass of newsâ€" paper screwed into small bundles. Make this bundledayer six inches deep before you add the second cushion and finish with dayers of newspaper corresponding to she foundation. Cover with calico and then gay chintz, naps you use newspapers to cover shelves and newly washed floors, but the domestic use goes not finâ€" ish there. Each week housewives get rid of newspapers and periodicals that have accumulated over seven days to make a pile of "rubbish." â€" Perâ€" The Wrong Number Some New Uses For Old Papers if the pictures are hung slightly below the normal eye level. In an average room 9 ft. 6 in. high, the tops of the frames, irrespective of their size, are 5 ft. 9 in. from the floor line. A restful effect is proâ€" duced by making the tops of all the frames conform to the same level, making a deep continuous frieze of wall space above them. Another method is to hang all the pictures so that an imaginary line passes through their centres. And again, the lower edges of the frames can be aligned; but whatâ€" ever plan is adopted it should be carried round the walls consistentâ€" ly so that the pictures take their place in relation to the architecâ€" ture of the room instead of being mere appendages. Correct Line Is Important People have different ideas about the height at which the picâ€" tures should be hung, but in genâ€" eral it can be said that they are hung higher than is necessary, In the Royal Academy (London) the "line‘" is regarded as the position in which a picture can be seen to the best advantage, and it will be found that the "line" is lower than the height at which pictures are hung in the average house. Moreover, failing a place on the line, most artists would ‘prefer to be hung below rather than above it, Less effort is required to look down at a picture than to look up at it; it should be remembered, too, that in an ordinary living room pictures are seen most of the time from a sitting position. Again, the room itself is given an effect of height and spaciousness, "It Before rehanging the pictures in a room which has been newly papered or distempered it is ofâ€" ten well worth while to reconsider their arrangement on the walls. If pictures are to play their proper part in the decoration of a rcom their positions should be thoughtâ€" fully planned and some care taken with their hanging. _ Too many otherwise wellâ€"arranged rooms are spoiled by a haphazard grouping of the pictures, each being hung without regard for its neighbors or for the effect of the walls as a whole. There‘s An Art To Which Is Worth Cultivatingâ€" Less Effort Is Required To. Look Down zt Paintings Than To Look Up At Can Be Made to Form Linâ€" ing of Cushions or Mattresses *"There is a Welland County Temperâ€" finestns c us thin for mo by tha b n p 8 W revoly spoeak. plac sligh the m it Of TH mi w! stantly the re ahead paused he sto: pearal of the If he . back a bro ton "W, as th «pond Brigh H il1s V Th Thei W ai _1 found sweetenin my mornir _ cereal wit BEE HIVE $y aids fi digesti H Like A d TY . §«‘ te