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Our stylist had leisure hours i1
mind when she designed this grace
ful afternoon frock for the womap
of larger proportions. The soft jabor
cascades down the bodice in grace
ful folds, concealing those extra
pounds and curves! The bodice
gathers in front to a double-pointed
yoke, another slenderizing feature
with its diagonal lines. Medium
length sleeves pufffthen hug the fore
arm below the elbow. Crepe is a
perfect medium for this pattern, bu!
in satin you’d have an all-season
“best dress.” Do choose sparkliny
novel buttons and buckle.
Pattern 9339 may be ordered only
in sizes, 16, 18, 20, 34, 36, 38, 40, 42
44 and 46. Size 36 requires 4 yards
39 inch fabric. Complete dia
grammed sew chart included.
Send FIFTEEN CENTS in coins
or stamps (coins preferred) for thic
pattern. Be sure to write plainly
your NAME, ADDRESS, STYL?
NUMBER and SIZE.
Send your order to The Sewin;
Circle Pattern Dept.,, 232 Wes'
Eighteenth St., New York, N. Y.
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Teacher—l awm very disappointed
in the way your son, Jimmy, talks
Ouly today he said: “I ain’t never
went nowhere.”
Father—He did? Why, the young
whelp has done traveled twice as
far as most kids his age.—Success
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Fresh From the City
Farmer Uncle—\Why are you so
frightened by the baby chicks?
City Nephew—l heard you telling
auntie this morning that the baby
chicks were learning to scratch.
Not Normal Anyway
Pop—When I was a lad I never
was naughty like you are so often.
Son—What was the matter, Pop’
Was you a delicate child?
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The future of the still youthful and
comely “Widder” Marcia Howe, recently
released by death from her idling, self
ish husband, is a conversational tit-bit
among housewives of the little hamlet
of Wilton. Lligible bachelors and wid
owe§s also are interested. Marcia, de
spite her unfortunate matrimonial ex
perience, finds pleasure in her life, but
is lonely at times, and has invited her
late husband’s niece, Sylvia Hayden,
whom she has never seen, to visit her.
The girl arrives and Marcia takes to
her at once, while Sylvia, expecting to
see a somewhat elderly aunt, finds Mar
cia more like a sister. A stranger, on
the verge of exhaustion, finds his way
to Marcia’s home.
CHAPTER lll—Continued
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What disaster had laid him here
helpless before them?
As if their questions penetrated his
consciousness, the .stranger slowly
opened his eyes.
“Sorry to come here like this,” he
murmured. “The fog was so thick, I
lost my bearings and my power-boat
ran aground. I've been trying hours
to get her off. She’s hard and fast on
your sand-bar.”
He struggled to rise and Marcla,
kneeling beside him, helped him into
an upright position where he sat, lean
ing against her shoulder.
“I seem to have brought in about
half the sea with me,” he apologized,
looking about in vague, half-dazed
fashion.
“No matter. We're used to salt
water here,” she answered. “How do
you feel? You're not hurt?”
“Only a little. Nothing much. I've
done something queer to my wrist. 1
was trying to push the boat off, and
something suddenly gave way.”
Turning his head aside, he bit his
lip as if in pain.
“We'll telephone Doctor Stetson.
Meanwhile, you mustn’t remain in
these wet clothes. There is no surer
way of catching cold. Do you think
you could get ‘upstairs if Sylvia anl
I guided you?”
“I guess so—ls it isn’t far. I'm ab
surdly dizzy. I don’t know why. I
suppose, though, I must shed these
wet togs.”
“You certainly must. Come, Sylvia,
lend a hand! We'll help him up.”
“Oh, I'm not in such a bad way as
all that, I can get up alone,” he pro
tested. “Only please wait just another
minute. The whole place has suddenly
begun to pitch again like a ship in
midocean. Perhaps I may be faint.
I haven't eaten anything for a day or
t«% 0.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? The soup,
quick, Sylvia. I only wish I had some
brandy. Well, at least this is hot, and
will warm _you up. Tlll feed you.
Hand me the cup and spcon, Sylvia.”
“But I feel like a baby,” fretted the
stranger.
“No matter. We must get some
thing hot inside you right away. Don’t
fuss about how it's done,” said the
practical-minded Marcia. “There! You
look better already! Later you shall
have a real, honest-to-goodness meal.
Run and call Doctor Stetson, Sylvia,
and open the bed in the room opposite
mine. You might light thce heater
there, too.”
As the girl sped away, Marcia turned
toward her visitor. 5
“Suppose we try to make the rock
ing chair now. Shall we? But what
worries me is your wet clothing. I'm
afraid youwll take your death of cold.
Let me peel off your shoes and socks.
1 can do that. And I believe I could
get you out of your water-soaked
sweater if I were to cut the sleeve.
May I try? We needn't mind wreck
ing it, for I have another I can give
you.”
The man did not answer.
Instead, he sat tense and unsmiling,
his penetrating brown eyes fixed on
Marcia’s face. - Apparently the scru
tiny crystalized in him some swift
resolution, for after letting his glance
travel about the room to convince him
self that no one was within hearing,
he leaned forward: - 2
“There is something else I'd rather
you did for me first,” he whispered.
droppiug his voice until it became ai
most inaudible. “I've a package here
I wish you'd take charge of. It's in
side my shirt. But for this infernal
wrist, I conld reach it.”
“I'll get it.”
“I’d rather you didn’t talk about it,”
continued he, hurricily. *“Just put it
in a safe place. Will yon, please?"
“Certainly.”
Puzzled, bat unquestioning, Marecia
thrust her hand beneath .his_ sodden
clothing and drew forth a small, flat
bex, wrapped in a bedraggled handker
chief. ;
“If you'll look out for it, I'll be
tremendously obliged.”
“Os course I wil,,” smiled Marcia,
“look! Here is my pet hiding-gplace,
This brick in the hearth is loose and
under it is plenty of space for this
small box. I'll tuck it in there. Just
hold it a second until I pry the brick
up. There we are! Now give it to
me.”
She reached hurriedly for the pack
age, but as their hands met, the moist,
clinging handkerchief became entan
gled in their fingers and slipping from
its coverings a leather jewel-case
dropped to the floor.
Out of it rolled a flashing necklace
and a confusion of smaller gems,
Marcia stifled an involuntary cry.
Nevertheless, she neither looked up
nor delayed.
“Sorry to be so clumsy,” she mut
tered, as she swiftly scooped up the
jewels.
It was well she had made haste, for
no sooner was the clasp on the box
snapped and the treasure concealed be
neath the floor than Sylvia returned,
and a moment later came both Doctor
Jared Stetson and Elisha Winslow.
“Mornin’, Mareia,” nodded the doc
tor. “’Lish happened to be in the
office when your niece called up, an’
hearin’ you had a man patient, he
thought mebbe he might be of use.
What ’pears to be the trouble, sir?”
“I've done something to my right
wrist.”
“H—m—m!” With skilled hand, he
pushed back the dripping sleeve.
“You're a mite water-logged, I no
tice,” observed he. “Been overboard?”
“Something of the sort,” returned
the.man, with the flicker of a smile.
“Mr.—” for the fraction of a sec
ond, Marcia hesitated; the: continued
in an even tone, “—Mr. Carlton
grounded his boat and had to swim
ashore.”
“You don’t say! Well, I ain’t sur
prised. “Tain’t no day to be afloat.
You couldn’t cut this fog with a carv
in’-knife. How come you to take your
boat out in such weather?” the doctor
demanded.
“l was—was cruising.”
“Oh, an’ the fog shut down on you.
I see. Fog has a trick of doin’ that,
unless one keeps an eye for fog symp
toms. Now, what I'd recommend for
you first of all, Mr. Carlton, is a warm
bed. You look clean beat out. Better,
let 'Lish an’ me help you upstairs, an
out of your wet things, 'cause with a
wrist such as yours, I figger you won't
be very handy at buttons. Not that
'Lish is a professional lady’s mald.
That ain’t exactly his callin’s Still, in
spite of bein’ town sheriff, he can turn
his hand to other things. It’s lucky
he can, too, for he don’t get much
sheriffin’ down this way. Wilton
doesn’t go in for crime. In fact, we
was laughin’ ’bout that very thing this
noon at the post office. 'Pears there’s
been a robbery ‘at one of the Long
Island estates. Quantities of jewelry
taken, an’ no trace of the thief. The
alarm was sent out over the radio
early yesterday an’ listenin’ in ’Lish,
here, got quite het up an’ not a little
envious. He said he 'most wished the
barglary had took place in our town,
excitgment bein’ at a pretty low ebb
now.”
Marcia, standing by the stove, spun
about.
“Now, Elisha, don’t you run down
Wilton. - Why, I have twenty-five dol
lars In my purse this minute,” she as
serted, taking a worn pocket-book from
her dress and slapping it with chal
lenging candor down upon the table.
“I keep it in that china box above the
stove.”
“That might serve as a starter,” re
marked the stranger, regarding her
‘quizzically.
She faced him, chin drawn in, and
head high and defiant.
“Besideg that, in my top bureau
drawer is a string of gold bedds that
belonged to my great-grandmother,”
she continued, daring laughter curling
her lips. “They are very old and are
really quite valuable.” 5
“We'll make a note of those, too,”’
nodded the man, his eyes on hers.
“I'm afraid that’s all I can offer in
the way of burglary inducements.”
“That bein’ the case, §’pose you an’
me start gettin’ the patient upstairs,
'Lish,” broke in Doctor Stetson. “If
we don’t, next we know he'll be havin’
pneumonia as well as a bad wrist.”
The stranger’s admiring glance fixed
itself on Marcia’s.
“What is my next move?’ he 'in
quired.
“I told you before—you must take
off your wet things and rest,” she re
peated.
“You still prescribe that treatment?”
“T still prescribe it.”
“In spite of the—the symptoms?”
“Why not?” was her quick answer.
“Very well. I am ready, gentle
men.” .Erect, even with a hint of de
fiance in his mocking smile, the man
rose to his full height. *“Before we go,
however, I must correct a slight error.
You misunderstood my name. It is
not Carlton. It is Heath—Stanley
Heath.” M
CHAPTER IV
“And yet you told me, Marcia, this
was a quiet, adventureless place!”
burst out Sylvia, the instant the door
had closed.
“It doesn't seem so to me. When
shipwrecked mariners fall into your
arms entirely without warning, I call
it thriliing. Who do you suppose
he is?”
“He told us his name.” .
“Os course—Heath. Stanley Heath.
It's quite a romantic name, too. But
I didn’t mean that. I mean where did
Ahe come from and why? Didn’t he tell
you?”
“Not a word.”
Obviously the girl was disappointed.
“1 thought perhaps he might have
while I was upstairs. I was gone long
enough for him to pour out to you his
entire history. At least it seemed so
to me. I ransacked every closet and
dravct g 9 sight trying to find some
thing for bim to put on. It wasn't
nntil T struck that old sea-chest in the
hall that I discovered pau:use and un
derwear. I hope you don’t mind my
taking them.”
A shiver passed over Marcia.
“No. They were Jason’s, I ought to
have told you they were there. I kept
them because I thought they might
sometime be useful.”
“Well, they certainly are,” replied
Sylvia. “They will exactly fit Mr.
Heath. Where do you - suppose he
came from? And how long has he
been knocking about in that boat, ¥
wonder."”
“How do I know, dear?” Marcia
sighed, as if determined to control her
patience. “You know as much about
him as I do. I mean,” she corrected,
honesty forcing her to-amend the as
sertion, “almost as muchk. I did, to be
sure, talk with him a little while, wait
ing for the doctor, but he did not tell
me anything about himself.”
The moving of chairs overhead and
the sound of feet creaking down the
stairway heralded the return of Jared
Stetson and Elisha.
Marcia went 10, meet them.
“'Tain’t a broken wrist, Marcia,”
was the doctor’s greeting on entering
the kitchen. “Leastways, I don’t think
it ils. I've bandaged it an’ Lish an’ me
have your friend snug an’ warm in
bed. Tomorrow I'll look in again. For
tonight, the bandage will de. A hot
water-bottle mightn’t be amiss. Nor a
square meal, neither. Beyond them
two things, there ain’t much you can
do at present, but let him sleep. Seems
a nice sort of felier. Known him
long?”
“Not so very long.”
“Why, Marcia—” broke in Sylvia.
“One sometimes comes to know a per
son rather well, though, even in a
short time,” went on the older woman,
ignoring the interruption.
“S’pose ’twas a-comin’ to Ssee you
that brought him down this way,” Eli
sha volunteered. ‘“Somehow I don’t re
call meetin’ him before,”
“He hasn’t been here before,” was
the measured response.
“Oh, so he's new to Wilton waters,
eh? That prob’ly accounts for his
runnin’ aground. Fine lookin’ chap.
Has quite an air to him. Nothin’
cheap ’bout his clothes neither. They
was Al quality clear through to his
skin. Silk, with monograms on ’em.
Must be a man of means.”
Silence greeted the observation.
“Likely he is—havin’ a power-boat
an’ leisure to cruise round in her,” per
sisted the undaunted Elisha.
“I really couldn’t say.”
“Well, apparently he ain’t one that
boasts of his possessions, an’ that’s to
his credit,” interposed Jared Stetson
good-humoredly.
Elisha’s interest in the stranger was
not, however, to be so easily diverted.
“Seen the boat?’ he inquired,
“No."
“Oh, you ain't! I forgot to ask
Heath the name of her. I'm sort of a
crank on the names of boats. It al
ways riles me to have a foolish name
given a boat. No matter how small
she is, her plankin’ is all that divides
her owner from fathoms of water, an’
in view of the fact he’d oughter regard
her soberly an' give her a decent
name.”
“Well, I hope the name of Mr.
Heath’s boat will meet with your ap
proval,” ventured Sylvia archly.
“I hope ’twill,” was the glum re
tort, as the - sheriff followed Doctor
Stetson through the doorway.
The moment the door banged behind
them, Sylvia turned toward Marcia.
“Forgive my butting in, dear,” apolo
gized she. “But I was so surprised.
You did say you didn’t know - Mr.
Heath, didn’t you?”
“Yes." o
“But—but—"
“Sometimes it’s just as well not to
tell all you know—especially in a place
like this,” was the evasive response.
Was the reply a rebuke or merely a
caution?
Sylvia did not know.
And what was the meaning of the
rose color that flooded the elder wom
an’s cheek? i
Had Marcia really meant to give the
impression that she knew Stanley
Heath? And if so, why? : :
Sylvia wracked her brain for anm
swers to these questions,
She would have been interested in
deed had she known that while she
wrestled with the enigma, Marcia, to
all appearances busy preparing the
tray for the invalid upstairs, was
searching her heart for answers to
the same questions.
Why had she sought to shield this
stranger?
The man was nothing to her. Os his
past she had not the slightest knowl
edge, indeed he might be the greatest
villain in the world. In fact, circum
stances proclaimed him a thief, Never
theless, she did not, could not, believe
it. _There was something too fine in
his face; his eyes. :
True, he had mad~ no attempt either
to defend himself cr to explain away
the suspicions he must have known
would arise in her mind. On the con
trary, with a devil-may-care au
dacity phat fascinated her, he actually
appeared to have tried to deepen_ in
her mind the impression of his guilt.
Still she refused to believe. Even
in the face ¢~ overwhelming evidence
she clung to her unreasoning faith in
him.
Suppose he had stolen the gems and
fled with them fror Long Island? Sup
pose he had lost Lis bearings in the
fog; tossed aimle.sly on tho-sea for
a day and a night; and then run
aground at her doorstep? Tt was pos
sible, quite pos: ble, even probable.
Yet was it?
Not for a man like £‘anley Heath,
Marcia stubbornly insizted. So deep
was the conviction, she shrank lest he
should feel called ~on to justify or
de\tend himself.
(TO BE COIITINUED)
Hobo, Tramp, Bum-~
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They Are Different
Very Distinet Class Lines
Drawn Among These
Groups. :
To the average. man the words
fiobo, tramp and bum. are synony:
mous terms, used to designate a
type of foot-loose, homeless speci
men oy the genus hobo. They are
terms of derogation and opprobrium
Not so! Before calling a hobo a |
tramp, or either man a bum. De
sure you say it with a smile. For
there are very distinet class lines |
drawn among these groups of un
skilled and itinerant workers f
A hobo is a hard worke: of the
nigratory type. He is possessed of
a keen sense of his own importance
and value to the world thsl would”
suffer without his services . The
wheat fields ot the Southwest, the
timberlands in the Northwest, the
fruit lands in various parts of the
country could not show, a profit
withour the presence of the hobo
at strategic moments To displace
him ip the economic scheme of
things ~would be to keep on hand
well fed and employed the whole
year around, thousands of men whose
services are only required a few
weeks or months a year. Another
distinction: The hobo travels on
wheels although the ticket office is
not always a parr of his traveling
experience.
The tramp, on the other hand.
migrates according to whim or
chance. : And he -walks. always
Having nowhere in mind tc get, he
gets there at his leisure If he
works, as he does now and then, it {B’
because of necessity and not through
any sense of personal responsibility
to society at large. In the mind of
the self-respecting hobo, the tramp
is distinctly an inferior.
The bum ig looked down upon
and dispised. both by the hobo and
tramp. The bum travels nowhere,
does nothing and is nobody. He is a
parasite of the city, begging. borrow
ing, stealing, loafing.
Clip this out and paste it in your
book of etiguette. You may need
it sometimes to save yourself from
one of those embarrassing moments,
warns the Knickerbocker Press.
Indian Summer
Indian summer usuvally begins some
time inm October, but it may not be
gin until November. According to
the United States weather bureau it
is not a definite period occurring reg
ularly each autumn, and is unot basei
on accurate meteorological da a. In
dian summer varies greatly in dura
tlon. It may occur once or several
times during the fall and early win
ter, or it may not occur at all, and
if it does it may last a day or two or
several weeks. And in some years
there are more than one of these
periods of hazy, tranquil days.
Mineral Water Plentiful
In some countries mineral water
costs more than wine, but at Alf
heide in Germany it is so plentiful
that the streets are sprinkled witn
mineral water. .
- Glacier Advances
The glacier at Jacobshaven Green
land, is advancing 62 feet s day.
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