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BEGIN HERE TODAY tee ea it, and three open the heavy
Sir Charles Abingdon engages Paul laavaa-
Harley, criminal investigator, to solve I li narrow terrace was revealed with,
the mystery of constant surveillance a shrubbery beyond; and standing on.
='cf Sir Charles: While Marley is dining c the terrace was a tall, thin span wear-
nt the Abingdon home Sir Charles''ing a light coat over ere ig dress,.
falls frons. his chair in a dying condi- He looked pale, gaunt, and i.-ishaven,
tion: Dr, artfailure. pronounces deatls; and althou,ht the regard of his light
clue to heart -failure. Harley: insists Sir � g o
Charles was poisoned. The last words eyes teas almost dreamy, there was
uttered by Abingdon are "Nicol Brine" : scniething very tense in his pose,
and "Fire -`Pongee." Barley asks Brinn "I ani Nicol Brinn," said the stran-
to explain the meaning of "Fire-. ter, "I knew s>our father. You have
Tongue," Brinn refuses to. divulge the r -sited `into a trap. I ase here to get
secret. Ormuz Khan. Oriental, is a t „ of it. Can you drive?"
friend of Phil Abhmgden, daughter of ,.au „
Sir Charles, While llarley is .shadow- Youes.
ing the home of Ormuz ishan he is dis- "Cozne right out,,'
covered by the Oriental and imprison- • It was wildly bizarre, almost untie -
ed` in the beuse. iievablo.. Phil Abingdon had exper•i-
NOry GQ ON WITH THE STORY. eneed in her own person the insidious
power of Ormuz Khan. She now found
CHAPTER, X .;VII,—(Cont'd.) herself under the spell of a person-
I'hii leu h'ec1, and sccepting the arm e lity at least as forceful, although in
of Ormez Khan, walked into a very a totally different way. She found
h gl:ih-1oalcing library, followed by herself running through a winding
Rana lavas and 'Mrs. tllcadurdoch, path amid bushes, piloted by this
Ra:ra Dress had taken charge of the strange, unshaven roan, to whom on
ladies' cloaks in the hall, and in spite sigh' alis heti given her trust unques-
of the typical English environment in tioningly1
which she found herself, Phil hat very "When we reach the car," he said
• r c:,: to Mrs. McMurdoch on a settee,
scarcely listening to the conversation,
and taking no part in it.
Then a gong sounded and. the party
went in to lunch,
ti white -robed Hindu waited at
table, and Phil discovered his move-
ments to be unpleasantly silent. This
*r'd ing presently grew unendurable,
.and:
r i hope Mr. Harley is safe," she Tho events which led to the pres-
said, in a rather unnatural tone. encs of Mr. Nicol Brinn at so oppor-
"Surely he should have returned by tune a moment were—consistent with
now?" the character of that remarkable man
Ormuz Khan shrugged his slight ---of a sensational nature.
shoulders and glanced at a diamond- Having commandeered the car from
studded wrist watch which he wore. the door of the Cavalry Club, he had
Nevertheless, luncheon terminated, immediately, by a mental process
and Harley had not appeared. which many perils had perfected, dis-
"You have sometimes expressed a missed the question of rightful owner -
desire," said Ormuz Khan, "to see the ship from his mind.
interior of a Persian house. Permit Jamming his hat tightly upon his
me to show you the only really char- head, he settled down at the wheel,
Pioneer Sport
IKE MILLS, winner of last year's dog derby at La Pas, has entered for the
90anile event with dog sleds to run off in connection with the winter carnival
in the Rocky Mountains. National Park at Banff. •
he should be compelled to deemed if
he continue to pursue his present
over his shoulder: "ask no. _questions , route to the town.. He could think of
head for home, and don't stop for 'no Targe, detached house,: the Manor
anything—on two legs or on four.
That's the first thing—most import-
ant; then, when you know you're safe,
telephone Scotland Yard to send a
raid squad down by road, and do it
quick,"
CHAPTER XXVIII.
acteristic rooms which I allow thyself
in mg English home."
Endeavoring to conceal her great
anxiety, PIZ allowed herself to be
conducted by the Persian to an apart-
ment which realized her dreams of
that Orient which she had never
visited.
Ormuz ` Khan conducted hex to a
wonderful earven chair over which a
leopard's skin was draped and there
, she seated herself.
She became aware of a heavy per-
fume of hyacinths . and presently ob-
served that there were many bowls
of those flowers set upon little tables,
and in niches in the wall.
She wanted to look away but found
herself looking steadily into the coal -
black eyes of Ormuz Khan.
Phil became aware that a sort of
dreamy abstraction was creeping over
her, when in upon this mood came a
sound which stimulated her weaken-
ing powers o f resistance.
Direly, for all the windows of the
room were closed, she heard a car
copse up and stop before the house.
It aroused her from the curious con-
dition of lethargy into which' she
was falling. She turned her head
sharply aside, the physical reflection
of a mental effort to remove her gaze
from the long, magnetic eyes of Ormuz
Khan. And:
"Do you think that is Mr. Harley?"
she asked, and failed to recognize her
own voice.
"Possibly," returned the Persian,
speaking very gently.
With one ivory hand he touched his
knee for a moment, the only expres-
sion of disappointment which he al-
lowed himself.
"May Iask you to go and enquire?"
continued Phil, now wholly mistress
of herself again, "I ant wondering,
too, what can have become of Mrs.
McMllurdoch."
"I will find out," said Ormuz Khan.
lie rose, his every movement pos-
sessing a sort of feline grace. . He
bowed and walked out of the room.
Phil Abingdon heard in the distance
a motor restarted and the car being
drivel, away from Hillside. She stood
up restlessly.
• Someone Was rapping upon one of
the long, masked windows! Phil,
Abingdon started back with a, smoth
'tired exclamation.
"Quick!" came a high, cool voice,
*'open this window. You are in dan-
ger." '
The voice was odd, peculiar, but of
one thing She was certain. It was not
the voice of an Oriental. Further-
more, ft held a not of Command, and
something, too, ,which inspired trust.
She looked quickly about her to
Make sure that she wan alone. A.nd
en, running swiftly to the window
drawing up rather closer to the lim-
ousine as the chase lay through
"I ani Nicol ,Brinn," said ..the.
stranger.
crowded thoroughfares and keeping
his quarry comfortably in sight across
Westminster Bridge and through the
outskirts of London.
Presently at a fork in the road he, his thoughts in another directipti.
saw that the driver of the limousine (To be continued,)
had swung to the left, taking the low
road, that to the right offering a
steep gradient. The high road was the
direct road to Lower Claybury, the
low road a detour to the same.
Nicol Brinn mentally reviewed the
intervening countryside, and taking a
gambler's chance, took the road up -the
hill. He knew exactly what ho was
about, and he knew that the powerful
engine would eat up the slope with
ease.
Its behavior exceeded his expecta-
tions, and he found himself mounting
the acclivity at racing speed. At its sty at the same time as it achieves
highest point, the road,skirting a hill- material solidity, it will attain its
top, offered an extensive view of the ideal of a French nation within the
valley below. Here Nicol Brinn pull- Canadian state.
ed up and, descending, watched and
listened,
In the stillness he could plainly hear
the other automobile huniniing stead-
ily along the lowland road below. He
concentrated his mind upon the latter
part of that strange journey, striving
to recall any details which had nark-
ed it immediately preceding the time
when he had detected the rustling of
leaves and knew that they had enter-
ed a carriage drive,
Yes, there ,had been a short but
steep DI; and immediately before this
the car had passed over a deeply rut-
ted road, or—he had a sudden inspira-
tion -over a level crossing. Blotteres, 1 found the Ink well!
He knew of just such a hilly road
.__nr which the sopnd had come, she immediately behind Lower Claybury
''moved a, heavy gilded fastening which station. Indeed, it was that by which Minard's Liniment for sore throat.
Park excepted, which corresl5onded to
the one which he sought. But that in
taking the high road he had acted
even more wisely than he knew, he
was now firmly convinced.
He determined to proceed as" far
as the park gates as speedily as pos-
sible. Therefore, returning to the
wheel, he sent the car along the now
level road at top speed, so. that the
railings of the Manor Park, when
presently he found himself skirting
the grounds, had the semblance tef a
continuous iron fence wherever the
moonlight touched them.
He passed the head of the road dip-
ping down to Lower Claybury, but
forty yards beyond pulled up and de-
scended. Again he stood listening,
and:
"Good!" he muttered.
He could hear the other car labor-
ing up the slope. He ran along to
the corner of the lane, and, crouching
close under the bushes, waited for its
appearance. As he had supposed, the
chauffeur turned the car to the right.
"Good!" muttered Nicol Brinn
again.
There was a baggage -rack immedi-
ately above the number plate. Upon
this Nicol Brinn sprang with the, agil-
ity of a wildcat, settling himself upon
his perilous perch before the engine
had had time to gather speed.
- When presently the car turned into
the drive of Hillside Nicol Brinn
The Art of Memory
An M.P.'s Discoveries Among
the Manuscripts
Mr. Arthur Ponsonby, M.P., is an
epicure, if not a glutton, among the
diarists. He tell us in his two newest
selections from the diaries, "More
English Diaries" and Scottish and
Irish Diaries,' that Ire may . "with
some certainty claim • to have read
more diaries" than any of his con-
temporaries. He tells us of diaries
that during the last few years "I have
kept one in my pocket, I have put one
in •my bag when travelling and I have
had one ready in any house or library
where I was likely to find myself for
any length of time."
"They are," he declares, "better
than novels, more accurate than his-
tories, and even at times more dram-
atic than plays." Enthusiasm could
hardly go further.
Where Obscurity Is Best
The search for diaries of real merit
must have been an exciting one; few.
sportsmen could offer better thrills.
Sometimes Mr. Ponsonby's sharp eye
-would be caught by such a phrase as
this .from the' diary of Thomas
Ischam: "Father had acough and
sone. We attacked the fifth proposi-
tion of Euclid." And then the chase
would commence, relentlessly, until
the last page of Thomas Ischam had
been run to earth. Such. entries as
"the dear Duchess of Gloucester is at
oaSA ADA" sealed iii air -tight metal is the mad=
ern teal ---deist tr a -pare -fresh--delicious. Sold
by all grocers, 75c to $1.05 per $b. Oulk tea, with
dust weighed in, is a retic � the old days --new
methods have displaced it.
IP
pas
tion his bad habit of lying abed, his
failure to give up,, snuff by indulging
his "snub nose with a sniff (at an
empty box)," his quarrels with his
wife, and how he cured a smoking
chimney.
There is a charming selection from
the journal of Marjorie Fleming, who
died in 1811, when she was seven
years old, the. only child author men-
tioned in the "Dictionary of National
Biography." Pet • Marjorie, or
"11i~aidie," as her great friend, Sir
Walter Scott, used to call iter, began
her journal • when the was six.
"Grandure reagns in London and in
Edinburgh," writes Marjorie from the
country, "there are a great many balls
and routs but none here. The childish
distempers are very frequent :.just
now. Tamen is a .beautiful author
and. Pope but nothing is like Shake-
spear of which! I have 'a little knowl-
edge of." Again, "In the love novels
all the heroins,' are very desperate
Isabella will not allow me to speak
about lovers and reroines and is too
refined for my taste, a lodestone is
a curious thing indeed it is true
Heroick love doth never win disgrace
this is my maxim and I will follow it
for ever."
Christmas Bells and Sunshine
How many admirers of Gilbert
White of Selborne,that most fascinat-
ing of all writers about birds, were
aware, one wonders, that white had
a brother Henry, who was rector of
Fyfteld in Hampshire, and who kept
a diary which shows hies to . have
possessed an eye as keen as his fam-
ous brother's. Here is a vivid pic-
ture of the frosty Christmas of 1784:
"Ohristmas Day. Very bright morn.
Trees beautifully powdered with
Rime, more severity of Freezing than
any wince the first beginning very lit-
tle ' wind but ye Air amazingly keen.
Sound of Bells heard from all ye Vil-
lages on every side. Sacrament at
Felled. Riding not' unpleasant over
ye open Fields and: -Downs. Trees
powdered most amazingly by ye Rime
make a vers>'picturesque appear-
ance.
ppear-ance• at Tidworth. _Pump frozen in ye
Wash house! so that ye Frost though
not quite so cold as ye 2 first days
yet operates, more strongly within
dropped off and dived into the bushes death's door," or "better news from doors. Winter reigns In all its
on the right of the path. From this Siam," he tells us, did not whet his rigour and yet ye Sun shines unus-
hiding place he saw the automobile appetite. Mr. Ponsonby oon!esses. to uaily warm p.m. every day which
driven around the front of the house a preference for old diaries over the seems to destroy every sort Sof broad
to the garage, which was built out more modern, for the diaries of ab level evergreen. Holl and Ivy leaves
brt, to decorate the churches , and
houses. seem scorched and blasted."
4A winter scene as chai•in1ng as
anp painted by Breughel.
Worries of the Pre-Raphaellte
Over half a century later we come
on the remarkable diary of Ford
Madox Brown, the Pre-Raphaelite
painter, whose most famous canvas is
probably "Jesus a„ washing Peter's
Feet." Brown • struggled against
tremendous odds of poverty, though
he was to win fortune in the end: In
his dairy he records the trivial and
the momentous side by side, ' but
everything hie writes conjures up a
picture of the man and his times. We
get, for instance, in the following ex-
tracts, a full-length seli:-portrait that
is more vivid than anything in paint
or canvas:
"Wasted ono and a half hours clean-
ing a damned pipe.
"Cleaned the dog and shaved his
head and paws. ,
"Tooth all day.
"Painted lilac leaves till four.
o'clock dinner, then toothache on the
sofa 'till six, then work till seven, and
toothache drove me in.
":A. complete blank. Have done no-
thing all day but sit by the fire with
Emma and try to 'think of ways to-
wards means, ineffectual, 'Could think
Of anything else but that; romped
with with Kitty. A pitiable day,"
Here indeed, in spite of its appar•
ent baldness and triviality Is a magna-
aeons portrait of a famous artist as
young man, --Arthur Macnamara.
k h an--hatter-
Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan—Shatter-
from
as etc ew S
from the east wing. Not daring to scure people over the diaries of cele -
pursue his investigations until the brities. There are plenty of cele -
chauffeur had retired, he sought a brities here; almost as many as there
more comfortable spot near a corner were 1n Ibis delightul , "English
of the Iawn and there, behind a bank Diaries,," first published foul• years
of neglected flowers, lay down, watch- ago; celebrities such as Sir Walter
ing the man's shadowy figure moving Scott, and his child prodigy diarist,
about in the garage, Marjorie Fleming; Wordsworth's sis-
Although he was some distance ter Dorothy; Swift, Wolfe Tone, John
from the doors, he could see that Mitchell, the seventh Bari of Shaftes-
there was a second car in the place— -bury, and the late Wilfrid Scawen
a low, torpedo -bodied racer, painted Blunt, but it is, however, the little
battleship gray. This sight turned nonenntities•, tate parish -pump no-
bodies, the obscure oountry parsons;
such as James Woodfor'de and Wil-
liam Jones, of Broxbourne, who ap-
peal to us and hold our interest long-
est, with an unconsciously immortal
phrase.
Records of Self -Reproach
One might generalize and declare
that the qualities -that go to make the
good man or woman are the opposite
to those which make the great diarist.
The diarist, more often than not, is a
man to whom diary -writing is a sort
of Coue-ism; if he repeats, like 'Vine
Hall, "yesterday 1 drank porter till F
became ashamed of myself," often en-
ough, he has hopes of curing himself
of the bar habit of intemperance.
Mr. Ponsonby does not hesitate to
describe William Jones as a "great
diarist" Jones was an obscure per.
eon. and was vicar of Broxbourne,
from 1781 to 1821. His diary covers
2,962 pages, •and was used as a "safe-
ty -valve for his marimonial woes and
domestic grievances. • In his study
he kept his coffin, as a reminder of
death, and by his bed -side he kept a
slate: ". , .. when I wake at perhaps.
far too early an hour to rise, I serib-
ing all previous records since pre-war
ble down any thoughts or refiexions
which present themselves to my mind. days, building permits in this city for
French Canada
Quebec Soleil (Lib.) : It seems cer-
tain that the French-Canadian • race,
which has ben supple enough to learn
Anglo-Saxon and American business
methods, has sufficiently retained its
own character, to be guaranteed of
its permanence. Its civil, religious,
educational and social institutions are
solidly placed in the present, with
their roots deep down in the past. , .
If it can acquire intellectual superior -
WELL, WELLI
.Eraser;- How ;did you find the
Ink?
Often, do .i in' the :lark .by means of
boles in the frames of my slates and
moveable pegs scribble my dawning
morning thoughts."
Diarists, we may conclude, are born
and not mace, and Jones :was a boric
diarist, recording with equal anima -
the past ten months reached a total
of 176 and a value of $1,194,544. They
included two hotels, one warehouse,
school additions, apartment }lochs,
modern.residenees and garages.
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The Virgin Islands
A Colonial Profile
Its a good tiling our cousins to the
south have not an Extensive Colonial
development. imagine Britain hav-
ing an article such as the following.
appear in one of its foremost maga-
zines:
"Oar smallest colonial possessions,
the Virgin Islands with a total land'
area of 132 square miles, in spite of
their seeming insignificance are •cabs-
ing economic problems of con:sider-
magnitude," states Tb'omas H. Dickin-
son, author and economist, hi Decem-
ber "Current History." "Nowhere
under the American flag is the sys-
tem of feudalism so strongly en-
trenched as it is in these islands, and
nowhere is the price for maintaining
it being enacted so inevorably. On
the one hand, there is :a body of negro
labor but a to* years removed from
actual slavery—lazy, ignorant, pre-
dacious and undependable; preferring
to live on starvation subsistence
rather than work. On the other, a
small group of hereditary landown-
ers, twenty-one families owning 80
per cent. of the largest island.. , . Un-
used land ie not taxed, pasture land
is taxed 13 cents an 'acre,, but cults-
vated land is taxed 70 cents an acre.
Therefore two-thirds cl the land Iies
idle, . . Since large contributions
from the United States Treasury are
necessary each year to maintain the
colonial government --$70,150 in 1926
--and since a large proportion of the
population is migrating from the is-
lands each year, It is obvious tlist
a stringent program of reco.nstruc,
tion is needed."
• Montreal, Quebec Accerding to the
report of the Canadian Pulp and
Paper Association, for the first ten
months" of the current year,. the -value
of exports of -pulp and paper amount-;
ecl to 81 4,775,700, as compared
with $142,737,170 in the carresponde
ing months of 1026, Exports of pulp•
evoocl this yeiir has been above Biosis;
of lust year at '$14,615,341, :r Oona
pared with $12,500,6:;3for the runic
period of 19.26.
• prom Nee
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