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MCCONNELL & HAYS
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CHAPTER IX
SYNOPSIS
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Released !roan prison !kner' eery -
leg' fifteen years for a murder he
didn't contrite, -Mark Grant goes
to the office of a lawyer ,named
Fosdick to collect a legacy left
to him, while he was in prison.
• When Fosdick tells him 'he • will
have to wait,. Mark' accepts au in-
vitation to a party to help a
young man named Teddy Banks
win a bet with Archie Landon.
Although Mark tells 'them his real
name, . Archie introduces ,him as
"Stewart Byram." At the party
Mark meets Burleson; the man
who sent him to prison, and Burle-
son does not recognize him, and
Mark decides not to reveal his
identity 'to Pam until he finds the ,
real murderer, Pam . asks •' Burls
son to give her his little jade god
and -is surprised when he refuses
and tells her he is going to smash
it. before he dies. When Teddy
Banks learns; Mark's identity from
Fosdick he fells Archie. Landon,
jealous of Mark's attentions to
Pam, goes to Mark's room, but
Mark is not there. Landon then
hails n taxi, directing the driver
to Burleson's address.
Pam had ordered her little tea -
table carried into the library. She
rarely made tea there unless Burle-
son. asked' it, but today he was out
and the great fireplace tempted. her.
It was a gray day and the leap of
the' fire would be like the heart of a
welcome -warm and bright. Besides,
she loved the library itself, especially
when the logs burned there. The flame
light touched here and there on a bit
of brass" or a fine old ivory.. There
was a mellowness of tones in book-
bindings,
ook
bindings, in the one or two rare old
prints, that made the place so rest-
ful. The wide windows looked across
a city park; she could absolutely
glimpse the sky, and today it was a-
drift with cloud -mists.. It was nearly
five o'clock. She had barely time to
give a few more'dainty touches to
her tea -table. She had a slender vase
of flowers; she shifted it from one
place to another, then her eye caught
the glimmer of the green jade god on
her -uncle's library table: The sight
of it' recalled his face yesterday, the
sudden red streak between his brows;
she stood an instant looking at the
cu "mous little green image, its uncan-
ny, elfish face, its pointed beard,
green as seaweed, its perfect hands.
It squatted as an Oriental god should
and the light from the fire gleamed
on its bald jade head. Suddenly fan-
cy seized her; she. lifted it and put it
A down on her table beside the.
flowers. It squatted there like a toad
and it seemed to her it grinned up
at her. She felt like snatching it off
again, then she .laughed at'herself.
"Uncle can lend it to me for am
hour anyway," she thought, and glanc-
I'ne your friend!"" she assured him
sweetly.
folded
He caught her hand and kissed
passionately; then he let it drop an
bis' ,arms. •
"I'm not fit to do that," 'he sat
harshly, '"I've played a part.
1 As he spoke he !looked around a
her and saw the small pale oval o
her face, her dark hair and her re
lips. She seemed almost a child
he wanted to take her in his arms
But, sitting there, with the conven
tional tea -table between them, he tol
her the simple( truth about his meet
ing with Landon and Banks, and th
wager.
"I was nothing but a shabby im
poster, even my • name's false," h
said bitterly. "I don't deserve to b
spoken to. It burns me up with
shame, I made a vow I wouldn'
come back here under 'false pretens
es. I was going away when you me
me the other day. You ought to re-
fuse to speak to me!"
She seemed to consider this, for
she said' nothing for a while,' and
her silence .hurt. him; it brought his
misdemeanor 'home to him. She did.
not think him fit to speak to.! He
studied her profile; she had averted
her face, and it seemed to him that
he found something stern and reso-
Ipte in it that he had not seen before.
"I can't understand," she said in a
low voice, "why a. man like. you should
come here like that! To let your-
self 'be -well, be brought here on ,, a.
wager." •
His face crimsoned; she ,saw his
strong hands clench and unclench;
the veins stood out on them. "To
make you understand that, I'd leave
to tell you the story of my life," he
replied hoarsely, "the whole story!"
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He was leaning forward now, his
elbows on his knees, and his face
worked as he'stared into the fire. The
Bre that was to have been the heart
of his welcome! There was a silence
-she could hear'his breath come
hard.
She had waited a long time. "Yes?"
she said at last, gravely, interrogat-
ively.
He straightened .up, his 'haggard
eyes met hers. "My God, -I -I can't
do that!" he ,cried brokenly; "I'm a
coward -I can't do• that!"i• s. -
But she -..was silent,, 'waiting. It
seemed to him that the whole room -
growing dim in its 'corners with the
early winter twilight -was full of
strange shadowy forms -also waiting!
The girl's quiet attitude, the curve of
her cheek turned toward him, gave
no hint of the • turmoil in her. . own
mind. She recalled -too vividly-Fos-
dick's attitude, his lean old black -
clad shoulder turned on the younger
man, the biting mockery of his tone
when he repeated the name "Byram,"
a, false name, as she knew now. She
was shaken with dismay, yet his very
presence there appealed, to her,` re-
assured her, belief in him. He was
so big, so wholesome, so honest look -
"Where did you get this -thing?" he demanded.
ng again at the clock,, forgot it.
Mark was comtng! Her heart was
beating; in spite of herself she felt a
tremor of uneasiness. She tried co
thrust out disturbing thoughts, but old
I osdick's manner, his treatment of
fi'e man, had been so-so disconcert -
ng! She was a title disturbed still,
Cnough her eyes were shining, when
there was a stir in the hall, the lift -
ng of a portiere, a new voice, and
then the tall man with the level eyes.
She held out a frank band. "I'm
E glad you could come!" she said;
I thought it might be hard for you
to find the time."
He took her hand and held it, look -
ng down into ,her eyes.
' it's been a thousand times harder
o atay away;" he replied simply, "and
I've tried -I never meant to come here
again!"
She gave him a questioning. look;
the firelight caught her face and
sbowed it Ivory pale.
"I doeet know what you mean, but.
you'll tell me?" she breathed softly.
"I dame to tell you."
"Sit down then, let me give youra,
cup of tea," her voice faltered. She
n°yeti to her place' behind the'table,
trying to hide her eyes front him.
'INTO!,'!, he said quickly.
Suddenly, impitleively, she put her
!lath" dict a11' touched his tette. •
"it
r .,-
"it can't be as bad as that _. _ and
ing! It was impossible that there
was anything behind it all that could
change him utterly.
"What is . your name?" she asked
him, in a low voice, watching him.
He lifted ,his head. Would this
end it? Would she know at o'nce?
"Mark '''Grant," be replied slowly,
letting the two words drop into the
silence. Then he turned and looked
at her. She did not know! How could
she? It was fifteen years ago! The
relief of her ignorance made his heart
leap; she did not recoil, she did not
lc•,ok abhorrence at him, the name
meant nothing to her. She was still
concerned with the wager,
"I can't see how you came to do it,"
she repeated. "Teddy Banks-" her
gesture was disdainful -"and Landon,
I know them! But you-" Y.
"If it will help you to understand,
I'll tell you that I had eighty, cents
in my pocket that night; my aunt had
left ,me a legacy, bu,t I :couldn't get 4t
at once. I was a tilt of driftwood, a-
lone in the city, ripe for mischief,
it seems. There's no excuse: I make
none; 1b74t this» 'j he lifted ,his head --
"I never thought of meeting "roti""
Their eyed met and held each oth
to; ,Cho could see the. flicker ot'the
fisnte-Jli• his,
" ou're nbttellin me all!" she
g
erre iter tlistint andthen, r..
d � yr t e , Atl'1Qffi»
Bering •beraelf, "don't! i don't ask ,it;
I-" She held o
your friend,"
• "You forgive
like that?" he
She nodded;
for he had her
could feel the
h. in. But still
"I think you
ut her hand -"I'm still
me for -coming here
exclaimed.
she could not speak.
hand in both his; she
emotion that shook
he did not speak.
must have had some
reason for it," "she said simply; , "I
can't believe i11 --of you."
"Don't look at me 'like ' that!" he
exclaimed; "turn your eyes away!
For I've no right to speak to -you
until I tell you -I've been in prison."
In the silence a log fell from the
andirons and a mass of sparks flew
up the black throat of the chimney.
He did not look at her - he waited.
Then he heard her voice, and it was
astonishingly clear and cheerful.
"That doesn't shake my belief in
you; you see, I'm yo}rr',friend." '
He drew a long breath, lifting his
eyes again to 'hers. She looked so
calm that it shook him with. a new
hand deep excitereent,• she believed iu
him; it was the most marvellous
:hing in the world!
"And you don't- ask me about it?
Nor why I. was sent there?" he cried
She shook her head, hutihng, "You
are my friend," she repeatei softly.
The beauty of -it swept him off his
feet. He caught her hands in his, in
another moment he would have told
her that he loved her -told her the.
whole story -bin 'his eyes, fell sudden-
ly on a green thing^on- the table at
her elbow, a squat shining figure, mar-
vellously carved it was, the face -
cunning and old as the ages -was
grinning up at him -one of the small
uplifted hands pointed. Her hands
slipped out of his;,he reached for the
ade god and lifted it, `turning it over
slowly in his hands. Underneath,
where the fat -kneed goblin sat so
squat, the jade was smooth except
for a cipher or a dent,' something that
marked it indelibly. Mark ran his
finger along the broken surface and
elf it. Then he looked at the queer
elfin face again and his own face
went white.
"My God," he said below his breath;,
'how• di'd' it come here -here of all
places?"
"You know it?" Pam, leaned for-
eard, her own face figshed. "What
s it? What's the matter?"
He had collected himself, but hp
geld the god hard in one of his pow,
erfiil hands","
"Where did you get this -thing?"
he demanded, and, for the moment.
even the girl herself seemed to melt
away from the reality of the thing
he held!
"it'.c uncle's," She was shaken by
his' emotion; she felt the tension, the
excitement of his discovery. "He
vouldn't give it to •me -I put it here
or -fun!"
He looked at her for the(flrst "time
without seeming to be aware of her;
his face was so white that his eyes
ooked black.
"Where's your uncle?" he 'asked ex-
citedly.
"He '.ought to be here soon. It's
ate now for him," she glanced toward
the window.
It was quite darkoutside; the eye
of a street -lamp flickered in her eyes.
The room was dim except for the fire
and the -lamp behind her chair, Its
radiance lifted her figure out of thel
gloom and touched her cheek, her
chin, her young full, throat.
Mark, holding the jade god in his
hands, looked down at' her and seem-
ed .Co come to himself.
"I must see your uncle," he said
gravely. The girl's eyes travelled
from his face io the ugly green jade
god in his hands.
"That's the key to something," she
said excitedly, "I see that! Will
•
help you?"
"It willy if your uncle will tell me
about it -tell me where he got l.. 1
know when -I know -,almost to a min-
ute about that!"
She rose and came over to him,
touching it in his hands, wonder in
ler eyes. "It has always held me -
was' this why?"
He did not touch her; he knew that
she cared; but she might ,have been
wrapped in fire, he would 'never take
her i'h his arms until he was clear-
ed! But his eyes held hers;
"If you hear hard things of me, un-
believable things, will you trust me?
Will you believe in me?" he demand-
ed passionately. "Can you -believe
in me, Pam?"
It was the first time he 'had spok-
en her name thus, and she was touch-
ed by it. It had a new sound on his
lips, he made it a symbol of lore-'
the love he could not claim.
"I'll believe in you!" she smiled
back bravely, but her eyes were wet
with tears; she suddenly saw his
bands again and now she understood
-they were the hands of a prisoner,
knotted with work!
(Continued Next Week)
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More lige will, it 16 e1 eted, be
reared ti,;iW ear than ever 'i sfo, , ,amd
mare grew ' will be used. for lzig,.
them, . In planning the crepe' to grow
in ',.4943 for feeding bacon !legs', the
number of 'pounds of ba9on that can
be prodaiced with the alp re yield of
each of .the oom;tnonly growtu grains
should he. Moo, ,careflti cousideretion,
Bays R. M. Hopper, Dominion l:xperi-
Mental- :Farm, 'Brandon, Man, • •
The :a'.Mrage yields' for Canada dur-
ing the eighteen year period from
1922 to 1939 were 948 ,pounds of
wheat, 958 'pounds of oats; and 1,118
-pounds -of barley. The portion'Of the
Geed that can be digested and utilized
by an animal ie a good general index
of its feeding value. In round figures,
ninety per cent. of wheat is digestible,
eighty per cent. of barley-, and sev-
enty per cent. of oats; When only the
digestible portion of the three grains
are considered, the average long-term
yields• in pounds per acre are, wheat
851 pounds, oats 674 pounds and bar-
ley 887 pounds,,. 'Both whet and bar-
ley exceed '.the .yield' of oats by over
20 per cent.
The results of a series of feeding
tests conducted' -at the Dominion Ex-
perimental Farm, Brandon, during
the past three years with meal mix-
tures made up of different 'propor-
tions of barley and oats, barley and
wheat, and oats' and wheat, indicate
the relative values of the ;three grains
for ' swine feeding. A standard pro-
teiensupplement was fed with all meal
mixtures. In the tests, • almost three
hundred page .• were fed !from an aver-
age age of ten,weeks until they were
up tq.market weight. "" When fed in..a
mixture with other meals, wheat prov-
edc styperigr, pound for pound,: to bar-
ley. Up ,to seventy-five per cert. of
coarsely ground wheat can safely be
used in the meal mixture for pigs
weighing between 40 and 210 pounds.
Mixtures of wheat and barley gave
slightly better results than mixtures
of wheat and oats. Barley alone gave
mach.Ibetter results than mixtures of
barley and oats. In all tests, the rate
of gain was in:Creased and the feed
consumption • per hundred pounds of
gain, decreased, as the amount of oats
in the mixture was reduced.
From the standpoint of yield of
feed per acre, and the relative effici-
ency, of the three commonly grown
graces for pig feeding, oath is apo
third to 'barley and wheat.
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.The injunction iA "Cut: 'our,
according. to your ,cloth""•pertt.ibf a;
plies tag the planning P 9f wartime'
meals.
Menus' must be suffieientlY-elle ible''
that they can be adapted to available,:
supplies. b
The following menu, suggested and%
tested by the Consumer Sections of
the Dominion Depart -Meet of Agrleul-
ture, has this very necessary flexibil-
ity. Tie Chinese pie is different and
awfully good; it's an all -in -one dish
for vegetables and meat are cooked
together. Vse�lemb if it' is available,
if not, beef.
Cabbage and carrot salad is a good
accompaniment to this dish.' The des-
sert, .a "Cobbler," melts in the moutn,
provides its own sauce and makes use
of whatever canned fruit you happen
to have on hand.
Chinese Pie
Cabbage and carrot salad
Bread or rolls
Peach Cobbler
Beverage.
Chinese Pip -
11/ lbs. lean lamb or beef -shoul-
der, shank, neck or flank
-Salt and pepper to taste '
'lour
tablespoons fat
1 onion, sliced
Water
3 cups turnip, diced
1 cup peas
3 cups seasoned, fluffy mashed pota-
toes.
Cut meat into one inch cubes. Sprin-
kle with salt and pepper, roll in flour
and brown in hot fat. Add onion and
cover with water. Simmer 1% `!oute
or until meat is almost tender, then
add turnips and continue cooking lin-
til meat and turnips are tender If
stew is not thick enough blend in
additional flour, mixed with a little
v.ater. Season, add peas, and place
in a casserole. Cover with the mash-
ed potatoes. Bake in a hot o' en, 400
degrees F., about 10-12 minutes, until
topping is puffed and golden brown.
Serves 6-8. . -
Peach Cobbler
2. cups sliced canned -peaches, plum's,
cherries, pears or'.cooked apples
or % cup syrup front fruit' •'
1 tablespoon 'lemon juice (optional)
0
1 tablespoon butler,
Topping
2 cups all-purpose four '
% teaspoon•-; salt
`4 teaspoonsbaking powder
1 tablespoon sugar
1/3 cup fat
.1 ,egg, well beaten.
cuP milk.
Place . fruit- in baking 'dish or rirbC -
individual custard cups', poor Mayr -
up,.
sprinkle with lemon ju;ce, and dot'
with,... butter.
{Mix and sift flour, selt, baking, pup
der and sugar, cut in fat,'inix'in`':beat-;`"
en egg and mi . Drop dough in' Six
mounds on 'topy'of !^"fruit/ v'' Bake in a.
hot oven, 400'deg." '.,"fdr"213"intnutsa
or until biscujt ie! cooks fix servingb,_.
Cheese Muffins
d a dash bf `"Paprika nand!`
thirds cn.1►..g1'a•ted %ief/Se fa..the-aittai
dry ingredient®. Omtt sugar,'�Pritt'
kle, additional o`
grated cheese over •top
of the batter bQ;Fore wakin!nes; Melt *pp
of tomato juice may be used •in p,?aeo
of one cup milk in cheese muffins.
Cereal 'Muffins
1¢ cutys fiiiiir
3 tablespoons -sugar
4 teaspobns baking' powder
% teaspoon malt
% cup milk
1 egg, well 'beaten
1 cup thick cooked cereat (ditmeal,
crooked' heat,; eterj
2'tablespoons fat, "ftuol;A
Mix and • sift fiouaii'' elr8'a3 iilikiIIg
powder and snit �dfia1the?P°it+
the well beaten pgg * tit,e. n
g Nanilk mixed�rtvit$ �`g ; "Ad1dY
mel(ed:. fat,-_.esIteata o e�ea►oagh o
combine.. Bake in grossed muffin,
tine & , ,1..., ta>4 4nizeites.
to
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The world's potato croft ,exceeds
that of any of the Cereals by over
one thousand million bushels annually.
Temperature tender. fort'', degrees
Fah fi eit eight
degre
e
a
,above
!"t'eein'g poibt-lit it, Mbar to ,mainti i
barns and _other otitiiide bttClliifrg,
Messrs. Jones and Messrs. Brown.. both make shoes -shoes
exactly ,similar in quality and style. Messrs. Jones, do
not advertise. Messrs. Brown do; and sell a very much
greater quantity than Messrs. Jones in consequence. Who
pays for Messrs. Brown's advertising?
Not Messrs. Brown -because their profit- the quan-
tity sold -is Messrs. Jones' profit Multiplied many times.
Not the public -because they get, for 54..00, shoes of a
quality for which Messrs. Jones charge $4.50. Not the
retailer -because the profit is the same in both cases.
No one pays for advertising. It is an economy -not a
charge. It does for the operation of selling what Messrs.
Brown's machinery does for the operation of making
shoes -speeds it up, and multiplies its efficiency. It makes
possible big -scale production and so reduces costs
IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE
kMcLEAN 111t0S., PubIishe s, SELF'ORTII
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