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' dresses are so popular for
midsummer! They go on without
mussing your hair or getting
mussed themselves. They look so
smart, crisp and tailored, and they
are easiest of all to press! No. 1787
is an unusually pretty version, so
easy to make that even beginners
can do it. Inside pleats make your
waistline small. Gathers give a
nice round bustline. Make this of
gingham, linen, pique or shark
skin, and trim it with lace or
braid.
Buttons to the Waistline.
A new and delightfully different
version of the button-front is No.
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179°
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The Patterns.
No. 1787 is designed for sizes 14,
16, 18, 20, 40 and 42. Size 16 re
quires 4% yards of 35-inch mate
rial with short sleeves; 1% yards
of lace or braid.
No. 1790 is designed for sizes 34,
36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46 and 48. Size
36 requires 4% yards of 39-inch
material without nap; 2% yards
of trimming.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1324,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
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THREE SHUTTERED HOUSES
: — By BEN AMES WILLIAMS
CopyrtflAy—WNU SBtVICI
THE STORY SO FAR
Driving home through a torrential rain, young, well-to-do Clint Jervles picks up a
girl, scantily clad, running In terror-stricken flight down the road. She rides a short
ways, leaves the car and runs into the woods. He decides to talk to his dear friends.
Inspector Tope and Miss Moss, about his adventure. Clint still thinks of her as Miss
Moss, his former guardian, though she and the Inspector are married. Clint, having
setUed down, now manages the Jervles estate himself. In three shuttered houses, all
gloomy and forbidding, on Kenesaw Hill, near where Clint picked up the frightened girl,
lived three families. In one house lived old Denman Hurder, his wife, who had been
Ella Kenesaw, and his daughter, Kitty Leaford, and her daughter June. Living in a
second house was Aunt Evie Taine, Uncle Justus and brothers Rab and Asa. The third
held old Matthew Bowdon and his wife. Living on the estate was a man known only
to June as "Uncle Jim.” Following their usual custom the three families gathered in
the Hurder home Saturday night. Kitty, June’s mother, retired early with a headache.
She was given warm milk, and insisted on taking two sleeping tablets, one more than
usual. Strangely upset, June slept fitfully, and In the middle of the night went in to see
her mother. She finds her dead. Panic stricken, June ran from the room, out the
unlocked door, and into the storm to get Doctor Cabler. It was here that Clint Jervles
picked her up. Clint tells his story to the Inspector and Mrs. Tope. They communicate
with the police, who are told by the family doctor that Kitty Leaford died of an overdose
of Bleeping powders. Clint and the Inspector are not satisfied and feel further Investigation
Is necessary. When Clint and Tope drive back to Kenesaw Hill they find Inspector
Heale and the medical examiner, who also reports the death due to an overdose of the
powders. He becomes angry when Tope Intimates that queer circumstances surround
the death. After returning home June ran to see Uncle Jim and told him of her
mother’s death. There Clint and the Inspector visit them.
CHAPTER Vl—Continued
Glovere explained then, watching
these newcomers: “I don’t know
anything about—last night. Miss
Leaford had just told me that her
mother was dead.” His eyes flick
ered from one of them to the other;
and when no one spoke, he said in
a sort of swift passion: “Some one
tell me what has happened. Why
did you come here?”
“They said Miss Leaford might
be here," Clint answered. “I was
•riving past, last night, overtook
her on the road. She was running,
through all that rain. I gave her a
lift as far as Doctor Cablet’s
house.”
June was afraid he would say
more than this; she hurried to ex
plain:
“You see, Uncle Jim, Mother hat
ed thunder and lightning. So when
the storm came near, I went in to
see if she was all right. And when
I saw her, I knew she was—dead.
But I lost my head, I guess. Calling
the Doctor was the only thing I
could think of.”
“What happened?” Uncle Jim in
sisted.
“She took too many sleeping-tab
lets,” June told him, in a low tone.
“You know, she was sick from do
ing that, once before.” Her face sud
denly was stony calm. “I gave
them to her,” she whispered. “I
gave them to her, and she died.”
Clint caught her hand. “Now lis
ten,” he protested. “You—”
Her head leaned back against the
cabin wall. “She insisted on taking
two,” the girl said. “I couldn’t per
suade her not to. I was afraid.”
She whispered: “Oh, I wish I’d
spilled them all!” And then she ex
plained:
“You see, she couldn’t get to
sleep, so she got up and went to
the bathroom and took the rest of
them.”
Tope asked thoughtfully: “You
spilled some of them, you say?”
“While I was getting one for her,”
June answered. “I set the bottle
down on the basin, and it fell and
tipped over. They spilled out, and
there was water in the basin, a lit
tle. The tablets in the water dis
solved. There weren’t but three left
in the bottle. And I took one of
them to her, one besides the one I
already had. Then she must have
heard the thunder coming, and she
was afraid of lightning. So she got
up and took the other two. Oh, I
wish I’d spilled them all.”
“How do you know all this?” Un
cle Jim asked. There was a rasp
in his tones; something challenging
and angry. “How does anyone know
what she did?”
“Why, the other tablets were
gone,” said June.
“Bottle empty?” Uncle Jim in
sisted.
The girl hesitated. “I don’t
know,” she said. “We didn’t find
the bottle. It’s probably under the
bed, or in the bed or something.
We didn’t look there. She was
there.” Her tone wavered.
Clint held her hand hard.
He said: “Now you forget it,
Miss Leaford! Don’t worry. There’s
nothing to be afraid of.”
“I wasn’t afraid—of you,” she
confessed, and saw the leap of
pleasure in his eyes, and was happy
that she had pleased him. But sud
denly she was uneasy; she had
stayed too long. “I must go back,”
she said.
Clint rose. “I’ll go with you.”
“Will you?” she asked gratefully.
They went past the others. “Miss
Leaford is going home,” Clint ex
plained. “I’ll come back here.”
’they came within sight of the
houses; and Clint paused.
.“I won’t go in,” he said. “Re
member, though, I’m coming again.
Soon.”
He caught her hand and held it.
Incredibly, he kissed her hand, the
backs of her fingers. She saw his
eyes shine.
“Good-by,” he said.
She loosed her hand and went on
alone, and she held one hand over
the other, to protect and treasure
the spot his lips had touched.
She went on toward the house.
When she had gone in, Asa came
after her, Quietly, out of the wood.
CHAPTER Vn
It was to be Miss Moss who per
ceived beyond dispute that Kitty
Leaford had been murdered. She
had stayed behind, in the car, when
the garage man Thayer, in response
to Tope’s inquiry went to point out
the path that led to Jim Glovere’s
cabin. Thayer returned, and a girl
came out of the office of the garage
to join him. Thayer called her Lis
sa; she was, Miss Moss perceived,
his daughter; and Miss Moss had
some casual talk with them.
After a time she saw Lissa’s eyes
suddenly fix on something toward
the house, in an expression of con
cern; and Miss Moss looked that
way to see a man moving secretly
among the trees. Then Lissa with
out a word went toward the house
and disappeared indoors. She did
“Not much chance,” he said.
not reappear, but neither did the
secret man. Miss Moss thought she
would know his form again. She
fell to talking with Thayer, and
when by ^nd by the Inspector and
Clint returned, she thought her time
here had not been misspent.
Clint said eagerly: “I’ve seen her.
Talked with her. She’s a wonder!”
Miss Moss said: “Is she, Clint?
That’s fine.” But she looked ex
pectantly at the older man.
Inspector Tope without a word got
into the car, and Clint took the
wheel. They started back toward
Boston.
“Accident?” Miss Moss asked
presently.
Tope answered in an abstracted
tone: "Doctor Derrie says so! He
will call it accident, yes.” He
sighed, as though he were tired.
“The trouble with me,” he con
fessed, “I’m a meddling fool.”
“What is it?” she asked. “What
disturbs you?”
He wagged his head doubtfully. "I
don’t know,” he admitted. “Here’s
a woman dead, and as far as you can
see, there’s no mystery about it.
But there are a lot of little things,
strange, unusual—”
Miss Moss asked: "What are
they? That Miss Leaford should run
for a doctor, without stopping to
dress, for instance?”
The old man made a gesture as
though to brush away an annoying
swarm of mosquitoes. "Why, that,
yes,” he agreed. /‘Then the tele
phone was out of order, and the elec
tric light went out at the wrong
time, and the front door of the house
blew open in spite of the fact it was
always bolted at night. And then
this man that lives up here in the
woods—”
Miss Moss broke in with a ques
tion: “What is he like? What did you
think of him?”
“He’s a strong man,” answered
Tope, “doing nothing. Lives up
there alone, writes poetry for fun,
tramps around the woods, and looks
at Miss Leaford as though she
meant a lot to him. He told me
that now that her mother is dead, he
had a mind to take June away from
here.”
Clint cried angrily: “He did? That
—tramp! I’ll—”
Miss Moss asked acutely: “If he’s
so fond of Miss Leaford, what does
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he think of the rest of the Kenesaw
connection?”
Tope chuckled. “He talked quite
a lot about them,” he admitted.
“He seemed to know them pretty
well, know a lot about them. He
says old Mrs. Bowdon and her
daughter, Mrs. Taine, have things
their own way up there. He said
they were like people living in the
valley below a big dam. Bowdon is
a wealthy man, and Hurder too;
and their money is like the water
behind the dam, waiting to flow
down the valley when they die, flow
into new channels. The others all
sit there waiting for the dam to
break, with their buckets ready to
catch the overflow, afraid they’ll let
a few drops get away.”
Miss Moss said softly: “That’s
why they’re afraid!”
Tope looked at her in quick atten
tion. “Eh?” he exclaimed. “Why
should they be afraid? After all,
the money can’t get out of the fam
ily.”
“Having things makes people
afraid,” she reminded him. “A man
with nothing to lose has nothing to
fear.”
Tope shook his head. “I don’t
know,” he demurred. “It’s mighty
easy to be afraid . . . There’s one
other thing—probably no connection.
But when Clint and I were on our
way in to Glovere’s cabin, we saw
a man in the woods. He was com
ing down the path toward us; but he
spotted us, about as soon as we
saw him, a hundred yards away or
so. And he ducked to one side, out
of the way, and kept out of sight
while we went by.”
“Why didn’t you speak to him?”
“Clint here was in a hurry to go
on,” the Inspector chuckled.
“I didn’t even see this man,"
Clint explained. “I think the In
spector imagined him. He’s seeing
things today, anyway.”
Miss Moss sat thoughtful for a
while; but she said at last, smiling:
“He didn’t imagine this. I saw your
man come out of the woods. The
garage proprietor has a daughter.
He calls her Lissa. I think that was
her young man. She was with me
when he came in sight, but she left
me then, and neither of them re
appeared.”
Tope chuckled. “Trust you to dig
up any romance that’s lying
around!" he exclaimed. “Don’t
know who it was, do you?”
“No, but I know Lissa Thayer
was troubled by his coming,” Miss
Moss declared. “That was plain, in
her eyes.” And she asked: “This
Mr. Glovere—how old did you think
he was?”
The Inspector watched her. “For
ty-five and up,” he said. “Maybe
ten years more.”
“Old enough to be Miss Leaford’s
father,” Miss Moss reflected. And
she added, still smiling: “You see,
I begin to wonder about things too,
Inspector. I’ve caught the habit
from you.” She ceased to smile.
“I’m wondering now,” she said
gravely, “how many of these tab
lets it would take, to kill a person
so quickly.”
The Inspector looked at Miss Moss
with a sort of wonder. He said at
last:
“Mrs. Tope, you make me feel
like a man on crutches. You can
jump farther, and straighter, than
anyone I ever saw.”
“I was just wondering,” she pro
tested, her cheek bright with pleas
ure in his praise.
“I think you’ve hit it,” he said.
“Derrie missed it, and Heale, and
so did I. But I think you’ve hit it
on the nose, We’ll see.” He looked
ahead. “Clint, pull in at the first
drug-store,” he said. “I want to tele
phone.”
When he came out to them again,
Clint asked quickly: “Did you call
Doctor Derrie?”
Washington Loved to Ride After Foxes
And Attend Cockfights, Diary Reveals
John Peel is the hero of the Eng
lish hunting song, but to American
fox hunters George Washington is
almost a patron saint. This fact
is brought to light by Samuel J
Henry in “Foxhunting Is Differ
ent,” a volume on the sport in Vir
ginia and Maryland, in which Wash
ington’s diaries are used as back
ground for many sketches.
“George Washington, many-sided
man, attended a cockfight and a
vestry meeting on the same day,”
writes the author. “He would go to
church and enter in his diary the
pious duty as performed. But he
said not who the preacher was
nor subject of the sermon. Foxes,
hounds and hunting were matters
that loomed large in his philosophy,
and there is detail after detail.
“You cannot help loving Washing
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sport the Virginian seems a depart
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character with whom he has spent
“I called Doc Gero,” Tope ex
plained. This was the Medical Ex
aminer with whom the old man had
worked for so many years. “Doc
tor Gero thinks that it would need
eight or ten tablets, maybe more,
to have killed Mrs. Leaf ord so soon.
He said if one was a dose, and three
made her pretty sick, four or five
might put her into a coma so that
she would die in twenty-four hours
or so. Specially if she had a weak
heart.
“But to be dead in three hours,
that would need eight or ten tab
lets, and maybe more.”
His tone had the finality of doom.
“And there weren’t that many tab
lets left in the bottle!” he con«
eluded.
Miss Moss said in a low tone:
“I was afraid so. Then it was mur
der. What will you do?”
Tope shook his head. “Why,” he
said, “J guess we’ll have to go
back.” He chuckled in a dry mirth.
“It looks like I’d have to annoy
young Doc Derrie again.”
When they came back to head
quarters, Heale was there.
“Now what is it, Tope?” he asked
patiently.
Tope hesitated; he said then:
“Here’s the sticker, Heale. Miss
Leaford gave her mother two tab
lets. There were two more left, in
the bottle in the bathroom cabinet.
And Doctor Derrie figures the dead
woman got up and took those
two. That’s right, isn’t it?”
Heale nodded. “Yes,” he said.
“Now then,” Tope explained, “two
and two make four. If Doctor Der
rie’s right, she took four tablets.
And two or three hours later she
was dead.”
“Sure,” Heale repeated.
Tope leaned back in his chair.
“Then here’s the rest of it,” he
said. “You know Doctor Gero, the
Medical Examiner in town?”
“Os course.”
“Well, Doctor Gero says it would
take at least six, and more likely
eight or ten tablets to kill this wom
an dead in three hours.”
Inspector Heale looked at Tope,
frowning a little, for a long time. He
started to shake his head; then
abruptly he lifted the telephone be,
side him.
“Get me Doctor Cabler,” he di
rected; and presently: “Doctor Ca
bler? Inspector Heale speaking. I’d
like to consult you on this Leaford
case. Can you come down? . . .
Thanks.” He returned the receiver
to its hook again. “Doctor Cabler
will know,” he told them.
Tope nodded. “The bottle’s miss
ing,” he reminded Inspector Heale.
“That may have significance or not.
Have you been in the house,
searched the bedroom?”
Heale shook his head. “No ex
cuse to do that,” he protested. “So
far as we knew officially, it was
an accident. I don’t want to antag
onize those people' unnecessarily,
Tope. You can see that.”
“I’d like to look around in there,”
Tope confessed. “Unofficially. With
out their knowing. "f
Inspector Heale grinned. “Not
much chance,” he said.
Miss Moss spoke for the first time.
“When is the funeral?” she in
quired.
“It might be managed then,” In
spector Heale agreed. “If they all
go. Os course, they’ll lock the house.
They have no servants. We’ll have
to get someone to arrange it so
we can get in.”
“Miss Leaford will do that,” Clint
proposed.
“I’d rather try Asa Taine,” In
spector Heale decided. “He might
be reasonable. I know him better
than I know any of the others.” He
lifted the telephone. “I’ll send one
of the boys to ask him to come
down,” he said.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
many happy hours afield; for fox
hunters . . . speak the same lan
guage.
“In the carefree years of 1768-69*
70, the Virginian planted and reaped,
bred horses, experimented with the
soil, ingeniously sought to devise a
better plow . . . With meticulous
detail he tells about each hunt, how
long it lasted, whether the quarry
was lost, denned or killed, of hounds
switching from fox to deer, and says
they once got after a bear.”
Washington’s huntsman was a lib
tie Negro named Billy Lee, a former
jockey, who, according to this au.
thority, after his master died,
“drank himself to death, dying nf
the D. T.’s.”
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