Zurich Herald, 1931-03-26, Page 6Nearly all seek quality
nearly. all drink Salada
slaughter be missing. Matters is get-
ting serious." I•
"0h, I Say, like that, eh?" Mr, PYe-1
croft raised his eyebrows in question -1
ing surprise, "But what about the
I/ i police, can't they do anything?" 13
Constable Ford took a long and
thoughtful pull at his beer, then low- Ili
ering his voice to a confidential wills -
per, he moved still nearer.
"As I was saying, sir, there .have
been five counting in Miss Page, and
they Have all gone from near enough
the same place, that's up in the 'valley
X61 y;nder, all within the last three
months, If they was all females 1
could understand it better but the sect
and one was a farmer's son by the
name of Joe Abbot, He was in here,
this very bar and sitting on this very
,.•
w " bench the night he went. Left hero
.. .. ,.. .. , ..' .,. ., about nine to ride home but he never
ea got there only his boss arrived. Young
Abbot himself ain't been seen since,
-tet , , nor never will. Now chat there chap
was as strong as a lion, a champion
wrestler teed a general Smart lad, not'
Elikely any harm would come to ce by.
' , natural means."
"Perhaps his horse chucked hint, off
P' and his body is cut there in that ghost=
"
ly waste of heather," suggested Pere-
' • croft, "What I mean to say, you
�� T. C. ���� could search all eternity and not he'
S to sure you hadn't missed somewhere."'
°Fresh feern the garden
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MYS'TE
Constable oFrd shook his head and
�.. .� .♦ „• a• .� '.oQ\• `.c, �• \' took up the second pot of beer which.
SYNOPSIS.
Henry holt .tial his Ita rd Muriel
Mainwaring are staying at a Dartmoo
farm. Holt has a curious habit of visit-
ing an old friend. Itiolncau, living at
Kestrel House.
A series of mysterious disapnearances
have been alarming the locality, the 'at-
-est victim being :,lona rage. daughter f
the 1 oaf vicar,
Percy Pyeeroft, a new boarder at Mrs.
French's. decides to go for a walk.
CHAPTER II.— (Coned.)
i French stoutly, eager to praise her
beloved moorland.
'' "Oh, well then, I'll make a day of
it. Find some shady nook down by
the babbling stream and munch sand-
wiches. Good scheme ... what?"
"How—how do you do. Um—pleas-
ed to meet you," starnrnered the
young man, extending his hand nerv-
ously: "Lovely weather, what?"
"Yes, isn't it glorious," replied Mur-
iel, conscious that she was disappoint-
ed.. He was so different from what
she had expected—and he won, a
monocle! But he certainly had not
the appearance of a sick man, very
much the reverse. Still, as Mrs.
French had said, you never could he
sure.
"SVhat did you say the little lady
was called?" asked Pyecroft, as the
girl left the room.
"Miss Mainwaring, she is staying
here with her guardian, Mr. Henry
Holt."
"Ah, yes, , of course, quite, quite.
Wretched memory. .. mine. Awfully
inconvenient you know."
Mrs. French murmured sympathy
and turned to go:
Is there anything I can do for yon.
sir?" she asked, pausing at the doo:-.
"No, I think nut, Mrs. French," re-
plied the visitor slowly, as though he
input tanee. "I think I'll have a '
walk nn that jolly old heath, what?
I mean, that's what the dear old medi-
cal blokes sent nee here for ... rest-
ing the nerves and all that sort of
sot. 1 suppose it does some people
good," he added doubtfully.
"It N'tould do anybody any good,"
affirmed Mrs. French, somewhat.
sl arply.
Mr. Pyecroft'" dreamy eyes opened
a little wider, enhancing the rather
vacant expression which marred a
face which might otherwise have been
considered good-looking. "You think
so, eh?" he asked diffidently.
• "I'm sure of it," replied Mrs,
Muriel Mainwaring watched him
from her bedeoom window as he
crossed the farm -yard, moving with
an easy grace, outwardly a splendid
specimen of young manhood. She
wondered more than ever what was
supposed to be wrong with hint; any-
one less like an invalid would have
been difficult to imagine.
The ?illage church clock was shim-
ing the hour of seven when Pyecrofi:I
pushed open the door of the Blue Boat
and dropped with a weary sigh upon
the wooden bench.
, Mr. Pyecroft's hospitality had pro=
vided.
I "No, sir," he said emphatically,
"That is possible but it ain't probable,
not by miles it ain't, Young Abbot
was reared in the saddle and the hors
' he was riding was an old 'un. If he
failed off and killed hisself, well then
'tis true his bnt+y might lie out there
all h:: b' c was white an:l n,ibody
I be any the wiser, but than ain't the
e ay he went, I ;1 be . boon• He's
1 gone like .he females, and we, nor
anybody els, human, won't never see
him again."
Mr. Pyeeroft screwed• his monocle
more firmly into his --eye and frown
at the red-faced policeman.
"I don't quite follow your meaning,.
old fruit," he said.
Constable Ford had the greatest
possible objection to being called old
fruit but he was now into his third
pint so he decided to overlook the
matter.
"No, sir? Well, you wouldn't be
expected to, I suppose." Then setting
his tankard very deliberately upon
the table he leaned over and whisper-
ed: "Did you ever hear tell of the
Dartmoor Hell Hound?"
"A tankard; landlord, a large tank -s
filled to the brine with foaming ale,"
he called. "My -whole body shouts or t
sustenance." Then turning to the
only other occupant of the bar he
added, "Gad, it's been hot today."
"It have that," agreed the man,
whose blue serge trousers and regu-
lation boots proclaimed him b be a
policeman in mafti. "Been far, ear?"
"Miles and miles, all among bracken
and heather and Lord knows what.
Ali! thie is the stuff the doctors for-
got to order," he grinned as the land-
lord appeared.
Pyecroft took a long drink and set
the empty pot upon the table. "Gad,
that': better, fill her up again, land-
lord, and let's all have one."
aong tie a e an a gee nearer o
'the hospitable stranger.
"Staying around here, sir?" ee ask-
ed by v ay of cnversltion
.
"Yes, rather, up at Barrows Farm,
`charming place, lovely chickens, eo
romantic, and talking of romance, I
i hear that there's been a trifle of ex -
1 c'itenrent in this locality, myoteriou=
i disappearances and all that ort of
jolly old tosh. Business getting .brisk,
eh?"
The c'onstable's heavy features as-
sumed an. expression of disapproval
at this levity:
"It ain't no tosh. sir. There's our
o:f'ern clean gone and now the vicar's
CHAPTER II.
What'ewYork
Is ' Wearing
ANNA)3ELLE WORTHINGTON
st'rstefl Dressmaking Lesson Fur-
atished With, Ere e °''1 Pattern
Sma•t little girls wear woolen
frocks just'like the elder mode.
This one is a beauty. It is rather
gay --a hunterls green ground plaided
in darker shade. The collar and cuffs
of course may be laundered. They are
white cotton pique. It is best to make
them detachable. The pert bow tie is
grosgrain ribbon. The belt is dark
green patent leather.
To make it! The two-piece circular
skirt is seamed and joined to the two-
piece bodice that has been closed at
the sides .and shoulders. The bodi.e
!s tut from neckline at the centre-
"Allowed or not, sir, the fact re-
mains that in my humble opinion it
ain't so very far wrong. What's more
I've aeard it."
;r,a He paused dramatically and stared
fixedly at the other with his large, bo -
"Good Lord!" ejaculated Pyecrotj. Brine eyes.
edging away. "Stop it, you make n;ds Mr, Pyecroft ;started so violently
feel creepy, What ... what do yo that his beer was in grave danger.
mean?" trb'ord'watched anxiously until the pot
"I mean, sir, as how there's a lot was safely reprising on the table.
more truth in that than some folks "Heard it, officer? You ... you front along perforated lines and firs. patterns as you want. Enclose 200 in
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CO9 k r
,aire"h i Dog SCOTTIE-,
Soon bolaa Scottie and 1 were sound
asleep by our campfire, and after be
got those .bears off his mind he ceased
waking axe whenever the blaze went
down. Then I began to feel uncom-
fortably warm. Somehow I choked
for breath, and knew I 'VMS not com-
fortable even while partially asleep,
,lust what the trou-
ble was T could not
make out but I
knew that there
w a s something
wrong. Scottie
then whined. and
mile Treat and through 'this we had
to go to reach the notch and possibly,
a stream of wager.
My shoos were smelting, and my
Leet frightfully hot AS We plunged for,
ward. Abruptly we were in. the edge
of the woods and the ground was
steeper a ' more, uneven. All about
us the fi:e burned fiercely, threatening
to swoop down on ns withea sudden
backdraft. For you know, a forest fire
always lir:11gs a big wind with: It. The
hot air goes up, while cold air is
sucked along the :~round, blowing the
flames with if. That's why a. fire in
pulled at my sleeve the woods- travels so horribly,fast,
just as I choked Showers o tomes made me dance
and coughed and around lively --pulling the collar of my
became•fully awake. coat up tight about,any neck. I plod -
Por several minutes I could. not 'erect on. Elven small stones and roots
imagine where I was.- My eyes smarted caused ma to stumble anti I fairly
My throat was parched and even the gasped for breath. Prom time to time
inside of my nose was irritated. There Scottie would whimper like a fright -
was the sh irp amen of burning wood, ened child. "Thick up, old'eebap," I'd
and the valley itself was getting thick say to hint. "Just a bit longer. We've
with smoke. The trees were burning. got to make it somehow," Poi- a fact,
When the gasoline tank of the old I think ne knew lied stop and push
plane had exploded burning parts had his head from under my coat and try
Carried over into the woods and to lick my hand. You c'an't tell me a
smoldered until they bad finally burst dog tloeen't ow-levet:test
Tben all of a
into flame, The fire was no doubt.
small at first, but gradually grew and
spread unt'l early morning and while
all that was happening Scottie and I
snored pesceful:y but noisily on.
We were now in a bad fix. To the
south the valley narrowed down to a
sort of aotch between the mountains.
To the north it ended arra steep moun-,
tain slope. On either side were steep
mountain sides that were now lost in
the heavy smoke. It became hotter
and hotter, and more and more chok-
sudden the
smoke cleared
nut of the
woods. 0 n e
could see quite
well for a min-
t; ute. The wind
11 a d changed
and fanned
sliongly t.. the other direction—I
raced forward—every second counted
—another moment and a seething wall
ing and suffocating. "Scottie," says I, of flame might rush at express train
"I've heard . lot about dogs' luck;
and, Pup, you'd better get ready to
use it because we'll both need plenty
of luck before we get out of here.
Come; let', go."
Hot as it was, I pulled on my leath-
er jacket to 'protect my back, and my
helmet and goggles to save my face
and eyes. 1 snatched up Scottie, and
holding him under my coat, started
toward the lower end of the valley. falling. What was that below?
The wind fanned the grass fire to fur- (To be continued).
speed across our path.
Then the ground sloped steeply for
ward. 1 stubbed my toe in a, branch;
lunged; caug:it at thin air—and in an
instant we were sliding down a fierce-
ly burning gulch.
Down, down we went. I grasped a
tree root it burned through and came
away in my hand. Then we shot out
over a ledge into space. We were
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The health -giving, delicious drink for children and grown-
ups. - Pound and Half Pound tins at your grocers.
a
s
ere Phan om nun is the
soul of a. wicked monk what haunts
the valley and whoever meets It, day-
light or dark„ and don't at once makc,l
the sign of the cross, is spirited nwy
bang on the spot." x:
"Here, I say, hold bard, old tc
protested Pyecroft. "That is a
ree, the t el . .
"The'HeIl`"Hound, yes, sir: `I was}
coning home across the moor about
a month back,' pretty near midnight
it was, when I heard it a howling in
the valley an awful, marrer-freezing.
unnatural ruinpus. Well there ain't
much what frightens roe, but I'm pre -
bili, -dared to admit open and fair that I
too thick. I mean, twentieth century run hell for leather and I didn't stop
and all that sort of thing, it simply till I get hone neither."
Mr. Pyecroft flopped back against
the wall and goggled at the stolid
face.
"Gptid gad!" he muttered, brushing
trel)ljngefrngers across his forehead,
•(`8n •`thef sent me here to rest my
'nerves! . What are you going to do
about it? I mean, dash it, something
ought to' be done! What the devil do
we pay 'a perfectly wicked income tax
for?"
Constable Prod lowered his voice
confidentially. He might have been
betraying official secrets but that did
not at the moment occur to him and
in any event this half-witted stranger
would have forgotten it by the morn-
ing,. so he told himself on thinking
matters over later that night.
"They're sending clown a chap from
Scotland Yard. Feller by the name
of Barnard," be confided. "Fat lot
of use he'll be. If we can't deal with
it nobody, can." Then glancing at the
clock and realizing thate he was al-
ready half ` an hour overdue on his
beat: "Well, sir, I must be going."
The landlord was calling time when
Percival . Pyecroft rose somewhat un-
steadily from the bench, blinked re-
gretfully;' into the empty tankard,
opened 'the door and on the second
attempt and set out to climb the hill.
to :Barrows.
He tound Mr. Henry Holt and his
ward in the dining; room engaged in,
the delicate operation of setting out l
some butterflies.
"Oh, I Shay, what pretty little
pets!" he exclaimed, half leaning
across the tableand swaying alarm-
ingly as he gripped the edge.
Holt regarded hint with mild sur-
prise.
' "Yes, `they are rather nice," he
agreed. "I' caught them in the valley
this morning." -
"The Valley?. Ab, yes, I know, lots
and lots of them there, cabbage white
orpinks or sornethin.g, eh?"
"Not
"Not quite .so common," armlet
Holt, good naturedly. "You will no•
tice the abnormal marking of this fins
'variety of..."
"1)o you mean all those little spots,
Professor?"
The look of surprise deepened in
Hole's eyes, and he glanced n 'trifle
nervously at his ward beam replying'.
"T.bevu is r .' rile spot, sir."
1 "One" ea, : , Pro--Pro.Cssor,
1 cart shot
t;To h: conenv ea.)
isn't done. No, most decidedly it
would not be allowed. Have another
beer you've shaken me."
This was one thing which Constable
Ford had never been known to refuse
ar.d he made no exception to the rule
now.
Here's another
attractive
e
Most women Find it difficult to think up new
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by Miss Katherine M. Caldwell, cooery autho-
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Buttered Whole Wheat Toast
Sweet Pickles
Hot Raspberry Biscuits*
Chase gt Sanborn's Tea
For afternoon tea, there is nothing nicer than
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piping hot, with a cup of perfect teal
Miss Caldwell says: "Magic Baking Powder is
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terser *
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*RASPBERRY BISCUITS
for
2 cups flour 4 tablespoons shortening
4 teaspoons Magic s cup milk
Baking Powder fee -tubas otsugar
2 tteaspoon
b aspoons sugar Raspberry Juice- or syrup
Mix and sift the dry ingredients. Cut the hard, cold shortening
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or reduce the hard cold fat to tiny particles with a pastry
blender or a steel -pronged fork. When the mixture resembles
a very coarsened, add the liquid, mixing quickly and lightly.
Turn out the dough on a slightly floured board, pat It down
lightly or roll It to a thickness"oF about one inch. Shape with
a small cutter or cut in squares with a floured knife.
Dip the small lumps of sugar into syrup from canned or fresh
raspberries.. , Press a lump into each biscuit... forcing it well
down into the dough so that it will not run down the sides
when melted.
Place the biscuits on a greased pan or baking sheet
and bake in a very hot oven, 450° F., 12 to 15
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Because he used his horn when. he
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