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The Exeter Advocate, 1923-9-6, Page 6
to the fat,est Japans, GREEN TEA is the best at any price—Try it, 1434+ Te 1' rail ^5rom, —BY WILLIAM MACLEOD 1RAINE ed an inscription in a fashionably angular han . Lone moved closer to read it The words were, "Always, Phyllis:" Probably this was the youhg, woman to whom, if rumor were true, James Cunningham, Senior, was en- gaged. On the floor, near where Kirby had been lying, lay a heavy 'piece of k,,e- agate evidently used for a paper- weight, He picked up the smooth :stone CANNING DAY, and guessed instantly that this was the weapon which had established con It's when I sing at canning— tact with his chin. Very likely' the Myself and kitchenneat woman's hand had -closed on it. when That all the jars look beautiful, she heard him conning: She had And what they hold keeps sweet: switched off the light and waited for him'. That the blow had found a vul I wash them in a bubbly suds, nerable mark and knocked him out And label them in style. had been sheer luck. They smileat me at sundown l'aeby passed into a luxurious bed A reassuring smile, room beyond which was a tiled bath- room, He glanced these over and re- turned to the outer apartment. There But when I call it drudgery was still another door. It was closed, And I am glum and mute, As the nian.from Wyoming moved to- I think I can my yeasty thoughts, ward it he felt once more a strange And ruin all my fruit, sensation of dread, It was ., strong —A. R. M. Pearson, enough to stop him in his stride. What was he oin to find behind that door? When he laid his hand on the knob pinpricks played over his scalp and galloped down his spine. He opened the door. A sweet sick- ish odor, pungent but not heavy, greet - (Copyright, Thomas 7AIlen.) ed his nostrils. It was a familiar smell, one he had met only recently, CHAPTER VI,—(Cont'd,) i The first door had on the panel a Where? His memory jumped to a cor- siirby heard the latch released from card with his uncle's name, He knock- ridor of the Cheyenne hospital. He its catch, The key in the lock below' ed, and at the same instant noticed had been passing the operating room also turned. that the door was ajar. No answer on his way to see Wild Rose. The. "She's takin' no chances," he mur- came. His finger found the electric door had opened and there had been inured: "Now I wonder why both her push button. He could hear it buzzing wafted to him faintly the penetrating an' my fat friend are so darned wor-inside. Twice he pushed it, ' whiffof chloroform. It was the same tied. Who were they lookin' for when! "Nobody at home, looks like," he drug he sniffed' now.' they opened the door an' saw me? An' ; said to himself. "Well, I reckon I'll He stood on the threshold, groped wily did it get her goat when I asked! step in an' leave a note. Or maybe for the switch, and flashed on the lights. Sound though Kirby Lane's nerves were, he could not repress a gasp at what he saw. Leaning back hi an armchair, look- ing up at him with a horrible sardonic light, Before he found it a sound grin, was his uncle James Cunning - startled him, ham. His wrists were tied with ropes It was the soft panting of some one to the arms of the chair. A towel, breathing. passed round his throat, fastened the Ire was a man whose nerves were body to the back of the chair and under the best of control, but the cold propped up the head, A bloody clot of feet of mice pattered up and down Inc hair hung tangled lust above the spine. Something was wrong. The temple. The man was dead beyond sixth sense of danger that smiles to any possibility of doubt, There was a some men who live constantly in peril. small hole in the centre of the lore - was warning him. head through which a bullet had "Who's there?" he asked sharply. crashed. Beneath this was a thin No voice replied, but there was a trickle of blood that had run into the faint rustle of some one or some thing heavy eyebrows. stirring. The dead man was wearing a plaid He waited, crouched in the darkness. smoking -jacket and oxblood slippers. There came another vague rustle of On the tabouret close to Inc hand lay movement. And presently another, a half -smoked cigar. There was a this time closer. Every sense in him grewsome suggestion he the tilt of the was alert, keyed up to closest atten- head and the gargoyle grin that this tion. He knew that some one, for' was a hideous and shocking jest he some sinister purpose, had come into was playing on the world. this apartment and been trapped here Kirby snatched his eyes from the by him, grim spectacle and looked round the The moments flew. He thought he room. It was evidently a private den where Uncle James lived?" I I'll wait. If the door's open he's liable As he took the treads that brought to be right back. him to the next landing the cattlema.i He stepped into the room. It was had an impression of a light being dark. His fingers groped along the bashed off somewhere. He turned' to wall for the button to throw on the the right as the'woman below had directed. 'very Meal Have a packet hi your pocket for ever -ready refreshment. Aids digestion. nays thirst. Soothes the throat. feet your SIPC with p 'Ilia same Sapho Powder that rids your home of flies, mos- quitoes, roaches and other pests will protect your livestock, poultry and pets from flies, gnats, lice and other parasites. !Cows, protected from flies, give more milk, Horses do more work. Hens, free from lice, lay better. Sapho kills sell parasites. Start using it to -day. Xt will not stain or irritate, is HON. ,POISO;ti OUS to humans, animals or Birds, and eau OVER be applied to open sores And cuts Without injure or annoyance. 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Papers lay scat - second left him he realized, beyond tered everywhere and its contents had question, that it was a woman he had been rifled and flung on the floor: assaulted The hand was wrenched ,from him. There came a zigzag flash of lightning Some one, in a desperate hurry had searched every pigeon -hole. The window of the room was open. searing his brsin, a crash that filled Perhaps it had been thrown up to let the world for him—and he floated into out the fumes of the chloroform. unconsciousness. CHAPTER VII, FOUL PLAY. Lane came back painfully to a world of darkness. His head throbbed dis- tressingly. Querulously he wondered where he was and what had taken place. He drew the fingers of his out- stretched hand along the nap of a rug and he knew he was on the floor. Then his mind cleared and he remem- bered that a woman's hand had been imprisoned in his just before his brain stormed functioning. Who was she? What was she doing here?. And what under heaven had hit him hard enough to put the lights out so instantly? He sat up and held his throbbing head. He had been struck on the point of the chin and gone down like an axed bullock. The woman must have lashed out at him with some weapon. In his pocket he found a match. It flared up and lit a small space in the pit of blackness. Unsteadily he got to his feet and moved toward the door. His mind was quite clear now and his senses abnormally sensitive. For in- stance, he was aware of a faint per- fume of violet in the room, sofaint that he had not noticed it before. There grew on him a horror, an eagerness to be gone from the rooms. It was based on no reasoning, but on some obscure feeling that there had taken place something evil, something that chilled his blood. Yet he did not go. He had come for a purpose, and it was characteristic of him that he stayed in snits of the. dread that grew on him till it filled his breast. Again he groped along the wall for. the light switch. A second match flared in his fingers and show- ed it to him. Light flooded the room. His first sensation was of relief. This handsome apartment with its Persian rugs, its padded easy -chairs, its harmonious wall tints, had a' note of repose quite alien to tragedy. It Kirby stepped to it and looked down. The fire escape ran past it to the stories above and below. The young cattleman had seen more than once the tragedies of the range. He had heard the bark of guns and had looked down on quiet dead men but a minute before full of lusty life. But these had been victims of warfare in the open, usually of sudden pas- sions that had flared and struck. This was different. It was murder, delib- erate, cold-blooded, atrocious. The man had been tied up, made helpless, and done to death without mercy. There was a note of the abnormal, of the unhuman, about the affair. Whoever had killed James Cunningham de- served the extreme penalty of the law, He was a man who no doubt had made many enemies. Always he had demanded his pound of flesh and got it. Some one had waited patiently for his hour and exacted a fearful ven- geance for whatever wrong' he had suffered. Kirby decided that he must call the police at once. No time ought to be lost in starting to run down the murd- erer. He stepped. into the living -room to the telephone, lifted the receiver from the hook, and stood staring down at a glove lying on the table. As he lookedat it the blood washed out of his face. He had a sensation as though his heart had been plunged into cracked ice. For he recognized the glove on" the table, knew who its owner was. It was a small riding -gauntlet with a device of a rose embroidered on the wrist,, He would have known that glove among a thousand. He had seen it, a few hours since, on the hand of Wild Rose. (To be continued.) Minard's Liniment fee Dandruff. The Portrait. Casey decided to go into business, so he bought •a ;saill livery stable and had a slign' ii`. iiirted showing him astride a mule He• had the sign LITTLE DAUGHTER. "Mother!." Dee's small face was full of excitement. "Mother, may I whis- per to you, please?" Mother smiled at her guest, "If Mrs. Bell will excuse us for a moment.. Shall we ask her?" Dee turned toward her mother's guest. "Please, Mrs. Bell! It's a se- cret, and,you'lI like it, If I could see. mother in the dining room!" A few moments later Mrs. Bell heard Iles murmur of their voices, In five minutes Dee's mother returned. "Since it is to be a surprise," she said, "I am in honor bound not to tell you. Only I want you to know that it is a11, Dee's, both the idea and the execution of it." The idea, whatever it was, took some time to carry out. Mrs. Bell could hear the child's footsteps in the next room. Once she came to the door with her hands behind her. "Please shut your eyes for one minute, Mrs. Bell," she pleaded. "I just want to show mother something. That's all, Now you niay open them," More footsteps, the tinkle of dishes, and then Mrs. heli was summoned into the dining room. After one glance at the table she looked in astonishment at her friend, At the guest's place was a' tiny iced cake , with three candies and a basket of larkspur tied with a pink bow. "But it isn't-" she began. Dee's mother interrupted her quick- ly: "Dee wanted to do something for her mother's old friend; so she put the candles on for a friendship party, three for the three of us. She thought of it when she remembered that we had some little iced cakes left. Wasn't that it, Dee?" Dee nodded shyly. "I never," the guest declared, "had such a lovely party thing in all my life!" Later after the cake had been eaten and the dishes washed and Dee had danced away to a playfeIlow's the guest asked her question: "How did the child think of so beautiful a thing?" Dee's mother turned with a little senile. "Because I want to keep niy children close to us all their lives! That's why we began, -Joe and I, when they were hardly more than babies to take them into all the home tasks and joys and even some of the problems. You would laugh to hear Junior and his father discuss writing editorials! And Dee and I help decide about each other's clothes and plan for surprises for the others and do things for the house. We discuss together books and studies and everything! "You see, once a neighbor's little girl came over to ask me aboutvsome- thing. I said, 'Why don't you ask your mother?' As long as I live I was the home of a man who had given I placed in front :of the stable .and was • a good deal of attention to making quite proud of it. His rend Finnigan` came along and stood gazing at the sign. "That's a good picture of :me, isn't it?" asked Casey. "Sure,: it looks something Tike you," Yet one adornment caught Kirby's said Finnigan; but who the deuce is the man on your back?" himself comfortable. Indefinably, it was a man's room. The presiding genius of its was masculine and not feminine. It lacked, the touches of adornment" that only a woman can give to make a place homelike.. eye at once. It was a large photo- graph hi a handsome frame on the table. The picture showed the head and bust of • a beautiful woman in evening dress. She was a brunette, young and very attractive. The line of head. throat, and shoulder was per- fect. The delicate, disdainful poise and the gay provocationin the dark, slanting eyes were enough to tell that she was no novice' in the game of sex. He judged her an expensive orchid produced in the civilization of our twentieth-centur, y hothouse. Across the bottom of the picture was scrawl The notion that there is something holy in doing nothing, which results in a great deal of Sunday loafing,; is. difficult to eradicate.—Dean. of Exeter.. FOR SALE OR EXCHANGE F YGU RAVE ANY HOUSq'S A GOOD STYLE FOR MATURE FIGURES, 4480. Figured and plain foulard are here combined. One could use satin, and embroidery or brocaded silk with satin. Crepe, and embroidered georgette are also a good combination. The Pattern is cut in 8 Sizes: 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48 atl 50 inches bust measure. A 88 -inch size requires 5 yards of. 40 -inch material. For panel and collar of contrasting material 1% yards 27 inches wide will be required. The width of the skirt at the foot is 2% yards. Pattern mailed to any address on receipt of 15c in silver or stamps, by the Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two. weeks for receipt of pattern. . �, +: `, .a f4, Lifebuoy away be safe- ly used on the tender- est skin. It is wonderfully cleansing for little hands, faces and bod- ies. Zifebuoy babdes kava beastb fa/ hoalthy skins, Lbss laughingly, but beneath the laughter was something very tender. Minard's Liniment Heats Cuts. About 2511,808,000 tons of coal were mined in Great Britain during 1922. The first kingdom to be conquered is the kingdom of self. leorrugated Galvanized never shall forget the look that child gave me. 'My mother!' she replied in astonishment, 'She doesn't do any- thing but sew for me!' That moment I made lily resolution: clothes could be put by; living with my children could not be." From the garden came Dee's voice: "Mother! Amy's here, May I give her a cake? There'll be enough left." The glances of the two friends met Steel Roofing Direct from Manufacturers to Consumer WRITE FOR PRICES W. E. 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