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GREEN TEA
'Freak from the gardens'
trick of speech which Minitel h„ cop charm to his courteot tees •, "�► a New YOk'j
and old-world manner; but tie o-•` Y '�`�"
ing it irritated her.
earing
In that mysterious way in
news travels on Dartmeer, be et' e `iY ANNEBEIILB WORTHINGTON
secret, she had learned from atJ 1
Jane the object of Rarnaid's 'titer• Ztlust'atesl Dressmaking Lesson Pur-
view with Pyecroft. She itnel ;that etis1 eci With Ever?/ Pattern
the man who had won her so eoi,et '.,t_
ly was a fugitive from justice, a:tlrt
against whom every honesty i1: i
hand would be turned. But the inoe•.i
9x, edge roused in her no revulsio •
feeling, no horror of the je
crime, her only fear'ewas
safety.
She had penetrated the mask WI
cloaked the true man. White .,'`be
_ was, whatever he might have, Oen,
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\` \,\\ \\ \ \ \` \ � %., \ v She loved hili, with all the st e i ll
rat ;,,s .a�ti�.e�: �a aa�w �:a��.., \:e . es. �: . .�� `:. of her warm, loyal nature N•beee .
the most fleeting moment did sh:be;
i' lieve him guilty of this foul muGlerel,;
however strangely he niay bawl Alt
when charged by the police :seer.;
Hers was the faith that is'tteatast.
and true against overwhelming:.ease,
With a little gesture of iliipa nee
she 'turned to Holt, watch*iii er•
somewhat curiously, seeking
her thoughts.
"Why are you so tremendously;
l� By T. C. H. JACOBS on me marrying Hayden Mercer
•-t '., demanded. I don't even hke°tyherig
THE
KESTREL HOUSE
MYSTERY
0: vV ,- * ee —he frightens me."
Henry Holt's rou.id, pieasan nee
"Here you are,Chief, this is the p'"''
assumed an expression of hurbisiir-
way he went, out of this window on prise, and he raised one plump iaeed
to the stable roof." in protest.
"All right, Trotter, get some clothes "Tut,tut, niy dearer he expestu4ted
on and follow hie mildly, "that is nt s very Bice, e'ng
But Trotter contented himself with to say about Hayden.aForx-1,11. a
wealthy young man'.I'thinlf that ' cis
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SYNOPSIS
Henry Holt and his ward, Muriel
Mainwaring, are staying at a DartmoJr
farm. Holt's friend, Moineau, living at
Kestrel House, desires that Muriel marry
his nephew, Hayden Mercer, whom she
dislikes.
A series of mysterious disappearances
has been alarming the neighborhood. MS boots and was with his chief be -
Another boarder at the farm, Percival
Pyecroft, and his valet, Flack, discover fore he had opened the big door below.
a secret underground passage to Kestrel
House. Pyecroft and flack sandbag Holt
and extract a parcel from his specimen
case. Pyecroft afterwards finds the 1 -0 -
len parcel has disappeared. Inspector
Barnard steals into Kestrel House and
runs into a crook, Slick Samuels, who
gives them some interesting information.
Ten hours later Samuels is found stab-
bed to death. Barnard arrests Pyecroft,
who effects an escape. When Barnar_
retires that night he is assaulted ty a Barnard and Trotter sprinted across
masked man.
As they came out into the yard the
landlord's gun crashed above their
heads and for a fleeting second they
caught sight of a movement by the
gate.
"There he goes, sir," shouted the ex-
cited landlord, "I winged him."
CHAPTER XVI.— (Cont'd.)
Clinging grimly to his opponent's
the yard like a couple of hounds hot
on the scent, but they saw not a sign
of any living creature. A grey felt
singularly free from the vice
fads ,f the modern youths. Hey:
of the most industrious, honest;
know, and—and—my dear, yoil,-
seek a very long while to in
equal. In marriage love is not:
thing... "
(To be continued.)
The Dump -Cart Driv`
The dump -cart driver settles I
tend
'roue
en I
ould
his
ery-
,''his
seat,
hat lay in the road, but its owner had 1 q',.a, gold buttons accentingthe blue yoke.
wrist he tried time and again to drive vanished. His rounded shoulders hot beneali the
A cute little dress is this little one-
piece affair for that important girl of
the family.
It's a model too that 'will provide
a basis for many variations.
For instance, there's the original
model in red and white printed ba-
tiste with plain white yoke and c'.}ffs
with 'red button trim.
Then too, Jane must have a frock
of nautical influence. This one is
fetching in white linen with yoke and
cuffs in yacht blue linen, with tiny
in a blow which would settle the mat- "Goway," sun; For real honest -to -goodness hardy
that ordered Barnard, I Anil now the old gray head isiop th ' gt gh •p r''
wcar, there's n em checks, poplins,
ter, but every effort was countered snatching up the hat and throwing it. l > pique and percales.
ing deep,—
with amazing swiftness. Vainly he into the yard before he set off in the Printed dimity and shantung also
Still deeper, till the noisy wore, bas
strove to rip the mask which covered ,opposite direction. , suitable.
the other's face, but his fingers could 4 An hour later, weary and worn, he gone x,
get no grip on the taut silk. Except
for their heavy breathing, no sound
broke the tense silence. Once Barnard
bac, it in mind to shout for Trotter,
sleeping in the next room, but in-
stantly suppressed it. No man had
ever yet beaten him in physical com-
bat.
Slowly his fingers worked round to
the back of his opponent's hand and,
exerting all his strength, he forced it
inwards with a steady pressure im-
possible to resist. Desperately the
other strove to break free but he was
in the grip of a stronger man than
himself. He writhed and rolled, lath-
ing savagely with his feet, but the
terrible pressure increased .until,,,at
last, with a stifled sob of agony, his
numbed fingers loosed their hold upon
the haft. Barnard was a split sec-
ond too late in twisting his head aside.
The knife fell point downwards, its
razor edge slashed his temple, pierced
his ear and stuck quivering in the
boards.
His attention momentarily detract-
ed, he let go the other's wrist. With
lightning speed the man shot back-
wards along the floor, crashed into the
ancient washstani, somehow slipped
around it as it toppled over and, still
on his hands and knees, slid like a
shadow from the room.
With a bellow of ?liingied pain and
chagrin Barnard wrenched the knife
from the boards, leaped to hie feet,
sprang ever the washstand and, roar-
ing for Trotter, ran swifting down
the stairs
Scarcely had be d'sappeared when
the masked figure stepped from the
shadow, of an alcove. sped lightly
along the corridor, opened the door of
a bedroom which he knew to be un-
occupied, slipped across the room,
noiselessly threw up the window and
dropped silently upon the stable roof.
Detective Sergeant Trotter, roused
from a dreamless slumber by the
crash of the washstand, sat up in his
bed wondering what had awakened
Lim. Suddenly Barnard's bellows
shattered the peace of the night and
Trotter was instantly wide awake,
"Coming, Chief!" he yelled, crossing
the room in two leaps.
He met his senior officer at the
bottom of the stairs, wildly dishevel.
led, blood upon his face and pyjama
coat.
"After him, Trotter, he's gone the
other way. Search the rooms while 1
get some clothes on."
Anxious faces 'were peering from
several of the bedrooms and the land-
lord came forward, a double-barrelled
sporting gun in his hands.
"What's the matter, sir?" he ex-
claimed, in consternation, at the sight
of Barnard.
"Burglars," snapped the inspector,
"stand by your window, landlord, and
if you see a single thing move hi the
yard, shoot it"
The landlord was a true son of t'ae
moor, where passions are primitive.
He had none of the scruples which
might have checked a city man, and CHAPTER XVII,
he knew that he was within his rights ,
to shoot at a burglar. Such an oppor- "Hayden niay be coming over thi=
tunity was not to be missed, and 'ne morning, my dear, and I hope that you
hastened eagerly to obey the inspec- will be mere—et—kind and=gracious
tor's command. Ito him. He is passionately fond of
Barnard crammed on his clothes you. Henry Holt had a way of shoos- Photograph shows Mete. I@len Wills Moody being preseute�l,
would best by o p g
returned to the Blue Boar, where he The nodding nag with steady stHling: Style No. 3191 is designed for tiny
y
feet, tots of 2, 4 and 6 years.
found an equally weary Trotter, stili, The 4 -year size requires 1% yards
cladThe rhythmic jingle of the hat ess
only in pyjamas, awaiting him.
"Well?" he demanded. rings, e- of 39 -inch material with 3's yard of
"Nothing doing, chief, he got
Have faded now and merged ,.,,wan- 39inch contrasting.
Bering dreams HOW TO ORDER PATTERN;
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Barnard sank into a chair and lit
a cigarette, a sure sign of his feel- things. a y, giving number and size of such
w
He's just a lad with happy la'. 1 atte�rns as you want. Enclose 20c in
Ings, for the chief inspector rarely l
smoked except under the most trying lip r 'camps or coin (coin preferred: wrap
circumstances, And no concern that down a city lereeL • -carefully) for each number, and
"Where's the hat?" he demanded A lumbering wagon, loose in 61 its address your order to Wilson Pattern
presently.
Trotter lifted the grey felt from
the floor beside him and passed it
across. Barnard set it upon the table
and regarded it fixedly for several
minutes.. ,...'
"You know, Trotter," he said at
last, "there's something very distinc-
tive about hats,"
The detective sergeant nodded; he
had already formed his own opinion
about the owner of this particular
specimen.
"Even a bowler hat may have some
very distinctive characteristics, hard
as it is, but a soft hat like that is
comparatively easy to identify—if you
know the owner."
Trotter nodded again and grinned.
"Which we do, eh?"
Barnard glanced up sharply.
"Whose is it?" he demanded.
"Mr. Percival Pyecroft's, I'd say,
Chief."
"Quite, it is," replied Barnard.
"And he's a very lucky man. Two shots
went clean through and lifted it off
his head, If he himself was hit it
was not sufficiently serious to stop
him. Good shooting in the dark. Trot-
ter!"
"Yes, but pity it wasn't better,"
g owled the weary sergeant. "Talk-
ing about that, it's time you had that
ear of ycurs dressed. How did it hap-
pen, Chief?"
In a few short sentences Barnard
retailed the story of his fight.
"Pity you didn't give me the wire,"
commented Trotter. "By the way,
there's a useful finger print on the
guard of that knife. The handle is all
criss-cross lines, but on the steel guard
above the blade there's a clear print.
Serve to identify Pyecroft, I reckon."
"I'll get that off to H.Q. first thing
in the morning."
"What about getting a few more
blokes down, too?" asked Trotter, and
a second later wished he hadn't asked
the question. His senior officer gave
him such a look of withering scorn
that even the thick-skinned sergeant
was temporarily embarrassed.
"Get that knife packed up and don't
ask fool questions," snapped Barnard.
"When I feel incapable of dealing
with a few miserable crooks myself
I'll bear in mind your suggestion"
But for all his confident words the
chief inspector was a very perplexed
man. He was destined to be more
puzzled than ever when he received.
the Record Office's report on the
finger print upon the knife hilt.
seams, Service, 73 West Adelaide St.,Toronto.
Bears on its swinging seat, head ban?
ing low,
An old day -laborer driving in'his?Sieep
With reins wound round the : long
since useless whip, '
ire wind"Cleo faithful horse gee
ding slow. •
—Elizabeth Challis Ad Bg,.1n "The!
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Golden Deeds''
Golden love may leave tli:e -=heart;
Golden dreams mitt swift depart;
Golden hair will turn to grey;
Golden summer pass away;
Golden sunset silent wane;
Golden youth ne'er conte again
Golden riches •leave no trace;
Golden thoughts to black give - ., c
While these vanish day by day,
Golden deeds shall live for aye;'?`
And through them for all await
Entrance at the Golden Gates.
—Alfred St'the.
Wearing a monocle or eyeglass Is
stated to be a great help in acquiring
a "poker face," as the effort of lold.•�
ing it in position masks the expres-
sion
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R+�ZGih4iDog SCQTT E-
What came before: Captain Jimmy is
dying to Japan with the Chinese General
Lu. They run out of gasoline and are
forced to land rn a deserted island in
the Chinese Sea.
After our adventure with the shark,
we climbed up on the high rook that
stood in the centre of the little des-
erted island. Here we lit a roar-
ing big fire, in hope that some pass-
ing ship would see us' from the sea. I grabbed ChungAll night we kept Itsn glazing bute and shook him and he jumped to his
moaning b r o k e feet with a yell. Then the deep
without a sign of twice, rumbling sound same again. Once—
smoke or sail on
daylight, weA steamer horn!
the boxPilpileded' Sure enough. It was the deep•
toned horn" of a freighter, Frantic -
on wet wood un ally,
of White we piled wood on the fire. 1
til a great �t.oke I figured that some steamer was out
ote smoke
to the there in the fog, not daring to move
clouds but never a
went sign otipf life did until the air cleared. Hour after
we see on the still, glassy ocean, hour, we fed the fire with armsful of
Great smooth swells came In from wood and brush, Up and down we
the open water, rose and crashed tracked until we almost dropped
with a dull boom against the rocks from weariness. Lu forgot that he
but apart from the sound of the was a General and worked like a
waves, our island seemed to be the 1 Trojan. If only the blaze could be
most silent, deserted spot in the made bright enough to penetrate
world. Sometimes we'd find our- the fog—
selves whispering—why 'I , don't Then morning canis again, and a
know—for we couI3 have shouted all
day at the top of our voices and
no one would have heard us.
Day after day we kept the smoke
pillar rising into the sky—night
after night we kindled a huge yel-
low blaze on the summit rock. We
almost gave up hope of being rescu-
ed. ' No doubt we were far from
the regular steamer channels. curtain of the fog.
When we weren't gathering wood Chung, .to my surprise, lay . down
for the fire, we were hunting eggs ey and prepared to go peacefully to
the sand—and believe me—they sleep.
were certainly terrible. We caught "Sloop we know—velly good—welly
a few fish but they were very bad—no can tell," said the tranquil
small and felt like pin cushions, little Chinese. "Sleep always good—
they were so full of bones. Being all men samee when sleep. No
left on a desert island isn't half as mucase worry."
much fun as we were taught to be- (To be continued,) '
lieve when we were boys.
On the fifth night a dense cold fog
came in from the sea. It smelled
like sea -weed and salt water and
was so thick that you could scarce- signed photo free.
ly see your hand when you held it
out straight. The branches dripped
with moisture and we huddled close
to the camp fire. Even General
Lu shivered through his six suits of
elotlies. Scottie sneezed in.e disgust
and hid himself In the woodpile.
Suddenly, I woke up with a start.
.A. deep rumbling sound drifteu in
"If Irate told you her age, you
can secretly figure out when she
was born."
"Judging from what she told me
her age was, I should say she was
born on her fourteenth birthday."
America's famous prison, Sing -Sing,
is so overcrowded that it may be
necessary for short-term prisoners to
camp in tents within the walled yard.
Helen Wills Moody Again Victor
his feet into a pair of slip- ing his words, hesitating for the exact
ped thrust . as th 6 "resident of Seabri.�hteClub, with cup won at the classic Sea.
pers. Trotter shouted to atm he expression whr�h he felt won
came out of his rooni. convey hie Meaning. It WAS St tittle bright singles over Miss Helenracobs by 6•0,' G-0.
strong wind
blew up from
the East. Soon
the air would
clear. I paced
impatiently sup
and down try-
ing to peer
through t h e
thick white
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Portrait of a Gentleman
"Bruce, conte here. HERE!" Too
sanguine perhaps, our hope of bring-
ing a water -loving spaniel home with a
dry skin. Cunningly had -we lured
him 'by pond, and. ditch, much as one
might a woman past a smart milliner's
shop. Yet, as usually happened, there
he was at the last, only his little black
head visible above the surface of some
slime -covered pond. More, to disobedi-
ence he was adding dissemblance.
"You SAID ,.ave a swim, master, sward.
didn't you? Of course its dreadfully Be that as ic, may, coming upon a•
cold and wet, but you DID say—" Park Keeper on our way out, we could
What other reply is possible at -that not resist enquiring: "What would you
stage, I ask you, than in indulgent: do if you were to cath my dog cans-
"Well, I suppose I did," and the fur- ing your deer?"
then weakness of a ball thrown into "Well, begging your pardon, Sir—"
the middle- for an eager, expectant he commenced, but I cut him short,
little body to dash gratefully after, "Exactly, w some of your deer
This queton of dashing after have been chasing my little dog and
things, though. For him who will the I lI trouble You to take the name and
panopy and expense of—well, what we address o'-1 that little fellow over there,,
mean to say is that we achieve all the please. Bruce, where are you?
fun of the fair without anyone being BRUCE!"
But too late.
a penny the worse. "Here I am,' comes anxiously back
For instance, "Chirp, chirp," from from the middle of an adjacent`', end.
the top of yonder tree. "Wnf, wnf," "You did say—"—By a writer in
replies I3rihce, clashing excitedly off "The Christian Science Manitor"
in a totally opposite direction. "Come
down and have a game, you rascal,"
in answer to which a minute thing on
wings emerges from yet elsewhere,
Bruce in wild pursuit, they arrive at
a large twisted thorn. tree, his gallant
attempts to climb which are attended
with such alarming success as to de-
mand precarious and immediate res-
cue. On which a large blackbird files
off scolding and the game recom-'
menses. All this has the advantage of
a maximum of, may we say, slim -mak-
ing exercise on Bruce's part, a mini-
mum of effort on that of his owner,
and an afternoon's free fun for our
feathered friends and others who, I
hold, enter as joyously into the spirit
of it all as anyone.
So much so that, returning from our
.afternoon ramble in Richmond Park,
we once perpetrated the following:
persisted in following Bruce inquisir'
tively around. Happily, he was in one
of his angelic moods.
"What, chase deer? Oh, dear no!
Such lovely creatures, aren't' they?"
And, when we later passed a large
buck, standing 3totionless and erect,
the fuzz still on his beautiful new ant-
lers, one felt that even Bruce must
concede to such nobility and grace
the happy freedom of brake and
All the rabbits in Richmond Paris
Wiggle their ears when they hear him
bark,
Wriggle their noses and say "Hurray,
Bruce is coming to play to -day.»
All the squirerls and all the deer
Gather together from far and near;
'Fellows, what do you think?" the;
say,
"Bruce Is coming our way to -day,"
Somewhere or other, his head hunt
far
Out of'the window, there speeds a car.
"Step on it, master," his brief remark.
"I'Ve a date with the squirrels in Rich-
mond Park,"
Love
Love is the purification of the
heart from self; it strengthens and
ennobles the character, gives a high-
er motive and a nobler -aim to every
action of life, and makes both man
and' woman strong,' pitiful, and
courageous. The power to love
nobly and devotedly is the finest
gift with which a human being can
be endowed.—Anon.
always morning somewhere in
the world.—Richard Hoene.
Much to my anxiety, this somewhat
optiii`iistic point -of -view seemed borne
out one day when a shall herd of deer,
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