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New Fall Patterns
Are So Flattering
A TINY basque waistline, rem
** iniscent of the 1890 s, flirta
tious little bows down the front
and a wide, circular skirt, put No.
1800 in the forefront of fall fash
ions, and flatter you outrageously!
Be among the first to wear this
enchanting frock, in faille, flat
crepe or thin wool.
Designed to Slenderize.
Suave, sophisticated lines, shir
ring and gathers to give an uplift
ed bustline, a slim paneled skirt
and small waist, make this dress
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(1716) as slenderizing as it is
smart. Make it of rayon jersey,
flat crepe, silk sheers or thin
wool, and wear it not only for run
about but for informal afternoons
as well.
The Patterns.
No. 1800 is designed for sizes 12,
14, 16, 18 and 20. Size 14 requires
4% yards of 39 inch material with
short sleeves; 5 yards with long
sleeves. 2% yards ribbon for
bows.
No. 1716 is designed for sizes 36,
38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50 and 52.
Size 38 requires 5 yards of 39 inch
material with short sleeves; 5*4
yards with long sleeves; % 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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Tivo Souls, One Thought—
Escape—Stirred Them
Two explorers, bearded and
soiled, met in the wilderness, and
crouched over a fire of brushwood.
Said the first: “I came out here
because the urge to travel was in
my blood. The drabness of the
towns irked me, and the ever
present smell of exhaust gas sick
ened my rebellious heart! I want
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terious horizons, hear the scared
flutter of birds hitherto strangers
to human footsteps, leave my foot
prints on sands unmarked before
I came along, see Nature in the
raw! . . . Why did you come out
here?”
Said the second: “My wife’s
taking vocal.”
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CHAPTER IX—Continued
“You’ll see lots more with me,”
Clint promised. “This is a bum one,
really.” And he urged: “Let’s start
home. We can drive slowly and—
be together without so many people
round. Unless you want to see the
rest of this?”
June—a little reluctantly—pro
fessed a complete lack of interest in
the film; yet she looked back wist
fully as they went up the aisle.
Upon their arrival, she had not re
moved her coat till they reached
their seats; but now in the lobby she
expected some word from him about
her new gown. When he said noth
ing, merely offered to help her into
her coat, she protested:
“Ycu haven’t noticed my dress.
Don’t you think it’s nice?”
Clint stood back to survey her.
chuckling. “Sure, grand!” he de
clared. He came close to her again.
“But what you wear doesn’t make
any difference to me, June.”
“Asa gave it to me!”
“Asa?” Clint echoed, frowning
faintly. “Why?”
She slipped her arms into the
sleeves of the coat he held. “He
told me to wear it to catch a young
man!” she confessed, laughing up
at him over her shoulder. “He
knows about you and me.”
Clint chuckled with pleasure. "It
will be my turn to buy pretty things
for you soon,” he said happily; and
her hand tightened on his arm as
they went out to the car.
They drove slowly, Clint clinging
to this hour; and when they came
in front of the great sprawling house
at last, he stopped and turned off
the lights, and said urgently:
“Let’s sit here a few minutes. You
don’t have to go right in.”
“I must, soon,” she urged, yet
made no move to leave.
They found no great need of
words. They were snug in the car,
the windows raised against the rain.
There was a light in the rear part
•f the Taine house; and June said,
with a ripple of mirth in her tones:
“Uncle Justus is still asleep in
his chair. If no one wakes him up,
he may sleep there all night.”
“Is that his room?” Clint asked,
surprised.
“No, he’s in the kitchen.” Her
tone was mirthful. “He likes to
warm his feet in the oven door.”
“Who’s sitting up over there?” he
asked, nodding in the other direc
tion.
“Aunt Evie and Asa are staying
with Grandma Bowdon,” she ex
plained. “Rab had to go to Prov
idence.”
They felt, rather than heard, a
low rumble of sound; and Clint said:
"Hullo, that was thunder. I didn’t
see a flash.”
“I did, out of the corner of my
Eye,” she told him. "Off through
the woods that way.” She pointed
past the houses; and she said, and
he heard her voice shake: “We had
a thunder-shower the night Mother
died. A terrible one. And she add
ed:
“Uncle Justus has turned out his
light. The thunder must have wak
ened him.” Clint saw that the Taine
house was indeed dark now; and
then June cried, a sudden tension
in her tones; “Clint, look!”
“What?” he asked, surprised; and
he stared past her.
There was a faint brightness, in the
shape of a rectangle, against the
front of the Hurder house. The
brightness assumed color; and Clint
reached across the girl to lower the
window so that he might see more
clearly. That rectangle identified it
self as the open front door of the
house, outlined in red.
And suddenly this dull red became
bright; they saw the flicker of a
flame.
They scrambled out together; they
started to race across the lawn. As
they did so, a car passed along the
road behind them, and Clint turned
back and shouted:
“Hey, fire! Ring in an alarm!"
He saw the driver dimly, saw the
man’s head nod. Then he ran after
June toward the house, toward that
front door through which billows
of smoke began to pour. He caught
her on the steps, caught her fast;
for she would have gone headlong
in. And she was crying:
“Grandpa! Grandma!”
When Clint held her, she swung
to him in terror, beseeching him.
“They’re in there, Clint. Oh, quick,
dear!”
CHAPTER X
Miss Moss had never seen June
Leaford, and as she watched Clint’s
increasing devotion to the girl, dur
ing the fortnight after Mrs. Lea
ford died, this fact sometimes dis
turbed her.
She said to Tope one evening:
“I’ve been—asking about her, here
and there. You know Lissa Thayer.
I’ve spoken to you about her.”
“I know her, yes,” Tope assented.
“Lissa and I have become almost
friends,” Miss Moss explained. 'She
knows about Clint and June. He
often leaves his car there when he
goes in to the cabin. And Asa and
Rab buy gas there for their car.
She says Rab is— unpleasantly fa-
miliar sometimes, too friendly, of
fensive. She doesn’t say much about
Asp, but I think she knows him rath
er well.”
Tope reminded her: “Asa went to
see her, the morning after Mrs. Lea
ford died. Remember? We met him
in the woods, and you saw him down
there.”
“I remember,” Miss Moss agreed.
“It didn’t seem to me she was glad
to see him, that day . . . You know
—l’ve been trying to guess who will
inherit the Bowdon fortune, now that
Mr. Bowdon is dead. And Mr. Hur
der’s money, when he dies. Mrs.
Leaford would have been Mr. Hur
der’s heir, you know.”
Inspector Tope stared at her.
“You could outjump a kangaroo,
Mrs. Tope,” he said, in a deep ad
miration. “You’re three jumps
ahead of me.” He rose. “You’ve
given me enough to think about to
keep me awake,” he said. "And
I had as much as I could stand al
ready. Let’s go to bed.”
Hours later, however, something
disturbed Miss Moss. Her eyes
opened and she lay listening. In
spector Tope here in the bed beside
And then Asa came—
her was sleeping. Then she heard
again the sound which had roused
her a moment ago.
It was the doorbell, ringing in a
long peal, shrill and imperious.
In a swift haste she snapped on
the shaded light beside her bed and
found dressing-gown and slippers.
Then the doorbell rang again, and
Inspector Tope woke and asked:
“What’s the matter?”
"Someone at the door,” she said
softly. She went out along the hall
to the living-room, and heard the
Inspector bestir himself behind her,
but she did not wait for him. She
came to the front door and opened
it; and she uttered a low ejacula
tion of surprise and of dismay.
For Clint stood there, with a girl
in the circle of his arm; and they
were both smoke-begrimed, their
faces sooted and dirty and streaked
with water. Also, Clint’s forehead
was red and inflamed in a streak
across above his eyes, and his eye
brows were singed, and she saw in
that first glance an angry blister on
the back of his right hand.
. He said grimly: “Miss Moss,
here’s my June. I’ve brought her
home!”
"You’re hurt!” Miss Moss cried.
She remembered to welcome the
girl too. “Come in, both of you.
Miss Leaford—”
June whispered: “His hands are
burned! I wanted him to stop and
get them fixed, but he wouldn’t. Oh,
take care of him.”
Tope uttered a low ejaculation;
he stood blinking in the light. There
was a moment’s silence; and then
Clint, his arm still encircling June,
added slowly:
"Mr. and Mrs. Hurder—we got
them out; but—”
Miss Moss saw June shudder and
tremble, and she spoke command
ingly.
“Come in,” she directed; and as
they obeyed, she shut the door be
hind them. “Miss Leaford, are you
hurt too?” she asked.
“No, no,” June told her. “You
must fix Clint. I’m all right.”
Miss Moss nodded. “Don’t try to
talk,” ^he insisted. “Clint, sit
down. Miss Leaford, come help me.
Soda, I think, is as good as any
thing. He needs to be cleaned up,
too. And you’ll want to wash
your face, I expect.”
“I don’t matter,” June said. “But
Clint’s burned terribly.”
Clint protested with a wry smile:
“Now, sweet, it’s just this blister
on my hand. That’s nothing at all."
They found in the end that he had
in fact suffered no more than minor
burns on his hands and wrists, and
that flame-stroke on his brow.
“I wrapped a wet handkerchief
across my mouth,” he explained.
“To keep the smoke out. Had my
hat on, and that helped too.”
Miss Moss said cheerfully:
“You’ve no more eyebrows now
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than a baby, Clint; and not much
in the way of eyelashes.” She was
busy tending him.
Clint whispered, through set
teeth: “That’s a lot more comfor
table.” Miss Moss ached for him.
He grinned at June, said then to
the older woman: “This sweet kid
has come to live with you for a
while, Miss Moss. It won’t be long.
Just till she comes to live with me.”
Miss Moss looked at June, and
saw in the girl’s eyes something like
a plea for forgiveness; and June
said softly: “He’s talked so much
about you. I know you must be
hating me.”
Miss Moss smiled fondly. “No,
dear,” she said gently. “No, I’m
glad for both of you.”
Inspector Tope chuckled. “Well,
now that’s all settled, to the satis
faction of the womenfolks,” he sug
gested. “How about me? Miss Lea
ford, do you mind if I ask what
happened? You mind telling me?”
June shook her head. “No," she
said in a dull tone. “No. I’d rather
talk, I think, than not.” She made
an uncertain gesture. “I’m—l feel
as though I were walking in my
sleep," she confessed. “It doesn’t
seem real to me."
Miss Moss said briskly: “We'll
have a cup of chocolate; all feel
better. June, come help me, will
you?” She led the girl toward the
kitchen, called over her shoulder:
“Inspector Tope, let Clint rest till
we come back. I want to hear.”
But Clint said: “I don’t want to
rest.” His tone suddenly was grim.
“Let’s go with them. Inspector,”
he suggested; and Miss Moss saw
them come on her heels. In the
little kitchen, while she was busy
about the electric stove, Clint sat on
the sink and drew June close be
side him; and these two told what
there was to tell.
“I’d taken June to see a picture,”
Clint explained. “But the picture
didn’t seem to mean much to us,
so we left early, drove back to
her house. And—parked outside for
a little while.
“We sat there talking awhile, and
then she saw that the house was on
fire.”
Tope nodded; and June explained:
“I must have left the front door
open when I came out, or else I
didn’t latch it and it blew open; be
cause we saw the flames in the front
hall.” And Clint continued:
“So we started to run toward the
house. A car passed, and I shouted
to the driver to ring in an alarm.
By that time June was on the front
steps. I caught her just in time.
She was going in. The smoke was
pouring out of the door, and there
were flames inside; but she told
me Mr. and Mrs. Hurder were in
there.”
He held June closer, and she
watched him with wide eyes.
“It was raining,” he explained. “I
wet my handkerchief in the rain,
and wrapped it over my mouth and
started to crawl in the hall. But
the smoke drove me back, and then
June said they slept in the wing,
on the ground floor; so we ran
around the house to the windows of
their room.”
He hesitated, then went on: "The
windows were shut, and the curtains
were drawn, but some of the cur
tains were on fire. The windows
were all shut tight. I managed to
climb up and break the glass, with
my pocket-knife for a hammer. I
reached in and sprung the catch
and pushed the window open. I
guess that’s when I burned this
hand; because when I opened the
window a gush of flame came out in
my face, and I let go all holds and
feH.”
He looked at June.
“I fell on her," he said. "She
was right under me. I feH on top
of her.”
Finds Death Trees, Feared by Indians,
Tribesmen Also Claim Aid in Gambling
“Trees of death,” gnarled shrubs
which are held in superstitious awe
by Indians, have been discovered
in a lonely canyon.
John W. Hilton, authority on des
ert lore, has disclosed that he found
the trees after a long fight to over
come superstitious fears of Indians.
The sap of the "tree of death,” or
elephant tree, is believed by the
Cahuilla Indians to be a deadly poi
son for doing away with enemies
quietly, Mr. Hilton said.
They also believe, he said, that
in the hands of medicine men it can
drive away evil spirits and that, if
prepared and used properly, it gives
extra keen perception in playing
pion and other gambling games.
The recently discovered trees are
believed to be the farthest north on
record.
“Knowing better than to ask di
rect questions about the fabled
trees, I had to wait until some In
dian told me about the whole af
fair,” Mr. Hilton said. "Finally the
son-in-law of a very old and power
ful medicine man claimed to know
where the tree was and agreed to
lead me to the spot for $5.
“High up in the canyon we
“It didn’t hurt,” June insisted.
“So we tried to get in through the
bathroom,” Clint explained. “There
wasn’t any fire in there, so I got
that window up and climbed in; but
when I opened the door into their
room, it was all on fire inside. Fire
was spouting out of the wall right
beside the bathroom door.”
“The laundry-chute is there,”
June interrupted.
“And it was roaring In the cel
lar,” Clint confessed. “I could feel
it hot under my feet. The smoke
was pretty bad. Then a piece of
the floor in front of me burned
through; and then the flames licked
up at me, and I had to back out and
shift the bathroom door.”
“But you said you got them out.”
Tope reminded him. “Mr. and Mrs.
Hurder.”
“I’m coming to that,” Clint ex
plained. “We tried another win
dow, right beside their beds. I
smashed it open, and smoke poured
out, but no flames. So I straddled
the sill and my foot hit their bed in
side.” He spoke rapidly, his eyes
fixed straight ahead. “I felt some
one, and I dragged Mrs. Hurder up
and lowered her out of the window
to June, and then him. The bed
was all afire, little flames.”
And he said, looking at the girl
beside him: “They weren’t burned
much, I don’t think. We were just
in time. The fire spread awfully
fast."
Inspector Tope suggested: “Fire
department must have been there
by then!”
Clint shook his head. “No, they
weren’t! They didn’t get there till
after Mrs. Taine did. Not till after
Asa did, as a matter of fact. June
and I had been pretty busy, but it
must have been quite a while.”
Miss Moss echoed: “Mrs. Taine?”
“You see,” Clint explained, “Mrs.
Taine and Asa were staying with
Mrs. Bowdon last night. Mrs. Taine
said they didn’t hear anything till
their lights went out, and she went
to look at the fuses, and saw the
fire through the pantry window.
She came running over, just about
the time we got the old people out;
and then Asa came. He and I car
ried them into the Bowdon house,
out of the rain. And Mrs. Taine and
June started taking care of them.
But June came out again when I
did.”
“Were they dressed?” Tope asked.
“Mrs. Taine and Asa?”
“Oh, yes," Clint said casually; and
he went on: “By the time the fire
engines came, one wing was all
afire, and the other was well start
ed; and they couldn’t get the plug
off the hydrant right away. There’s
only one hydrant and that was
three or four hundred yards down
the hill. The whole thing went, be
fore they got it checked at all.”
“Bum to the ground?”
"The floors fell in,” Clint assent
ed. "And part of the roof. I don’t
know; maybe the walls wouldn’t
go.”
June's eyes were closed, and Miss
Moss tried to sign to Inspector Tope
to be still; but he asked insistently:
“What about the others? Mr. Taine,
and Rab? Where were they?”
It was June who answered: “Rab
had gone to Providence right after
supper,” she said. “He had a case
in court there tomorrow morning.
And Uncle Justus is deaf. He
wouldn’t hear anything.” She re
membered: “We saw him turn out
his light to go to bed, just before
we saw the fire.”
“Saw him?” Tope echoed.
“Saw his light go out,” June
amended. “In the kitchen. He liked
to go to sleep in his chair after
supper, and sometimes he didn’t
wake up at all. But we saw his
light go out.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
stopped, but the Indian, saying- that
the wind was blowing toward us
from the tree, took a zig-zag course
up a mountain so as to approach
the tree from behind. But our
search was fruitless. The guide de
cided that the tree did not wish to
be found, and we went home.
“Later, however, a young edu
cated Indian took me directly to
the tree.
“The Indian guide stabbed the
trunk of the tree and a blood-like
substance oozed out.”
Mr. Hilton then carefully plucked
sample sprouts from the bush and
took them to the government date
gardens at India, where experts
identified them as Bursera micro
phylla, or elephant tree.
The Term ‘Kowtow’ Chinese
The term “kowtow” is derived
from the Chinese ceremonial act of
prostration as a sign of homage,
submission or worship. The word
is formed from ko, knock, and tou,
head. To the emperor the kowtow
was performed by kneeling three
times, each act accompanied by
touching the ground with the fore
head.
Sew a Bag to Keep
Your Ball of T wine In
By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
XI7HEN you want to wrap a
’ “ package do you always knoWj
where to find twine? A ball of it
in a bag like this one hung over
the kitchen table will be ready for
use. After trying this you are
sure to want to make some of
these twine bags to sell at the next
bazaar or to use as gifts.
Scraps from your piece bag may
be used in this way. The bag is
just big enough to coyer the ball
loosely and is made of a straight
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piece of goods with the ends
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bound with prepared bias binding.
A single cord is run through the
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up to leave a small opening and
the ends are tied and sewn se
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through the top with a loop of
each cord left on the outside s(
that the bag may be drawn up by
pulling them. The ball of twine
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ready for use.
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destroyed most of the palm trees
whose oil is Sumatra’s chief
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