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These Smart Patterns
Look Ahead to Fall
F\o YOU take a woman’s size?
Then here is a lovely dress
for you, (1799) youthful yet sophis
ticated, with clever bodice de
tailing, to create a round-bosomed
effect, and a paneled skirt that
makes your hips look narrow. It’s
S perfect style for luncheons and
club affairs, yet not too dressy for
street and shopping wear, too.
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Flat crepe, thin wool and rayon
jersey are smart materials for
this.
Princess Lines and Shirring.
Business and college girls will
like the slim lines and simplicity
of this very attractive dress
(1780), with princess skirt cut
high in the front, shirred shoul
ders, and flaring revers that
frame your face becomingly. For
this, choose flat crepe, taffeta or
thin wool, with revers in white or
a pastel tint.
The Patterns.
No. 1799 is designed for sizes 32,
34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, and 46. Size
34 requires 5% yards of 39 inch
material. % yard of lace for
Vestee.
No. 1780 is designed for sizes 12,
14, 16, 18, 20, and 40. Size 14 re
quires 5 yards of 39 inch material;
% yard contrasting.
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
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CHAPTER X—Continued
—lo—
— Moss asked: “Why didn’t
Mr. and Mrs. Hurder wake up, I
wonder?’’
Clint suggested: “Smoke got
them, maybe.”
But June said: "They slept pretty
soundly, usually. And Aunt Evie
gave them some warm milk when
she put them to bed.” Her voice for
a moment was dry, as though it
might crack. She repeated: “They
slept soundly.”
Tope looked at Miss Moss; and
then he asked awkwardly: “About
Mr. and Mrs. Hurder. How—what
do you think?”
“They were unconscious,” Clint
explained. “The firemen got a pul
motor. Doctor Cabler was there. I
didn’t wait to hear. I brought June
away.”
Miss Moss said: “I’m glad you
did, Clint. Miss Leaford, I’m go
ing to put you to bed in our spare
room. Clint, you will stay here to
night?”
June protested: “Oh, I don’t want
to go to bed.”
And Tope reflected: “Funny that
the fire department took so long to
answer.” He asked Clint: "Mrs.
Taine or any of them surprised to
see you there? Surprised to see June
up and dressed?”
Clint nodded, with a smile at June.
"Matter of fact, we had quite a
row,” he admitted. "June and I
had Mr. and Mrs. Hurder out of the
house when Mrs. Taine got there.
She asked if they were dead, and I
didn’t know. So she knelt down to
feel them, and then Asa came
along, and she told us to carry
them into the Bowdon house. We
did, and about that time the firemen
got there, and I went outside again
and took June with me.”
The others were listening intent
ly, and Miss Moss watched the girl
and liked her. “But Mrs. Taine
came out after us,” he explained.
“June had on a new dress that Asa
had given her, and Mrs. Taine didn’t
approve of that. She wanted to know
why June wasn’t in bed and asleep,
and who I was, and about this dress
. . . She had burned her hand, and
maybe that upset her, but she was
pretty unpleasant, and I got good
and mad.
“Finally she told June to go into
the Bowdon house and take off that
dress and go to bed, and I got up
on my ear. I told her June was
coming home with me.”
June lifted her head; and Clint
held her close. “Mrs. Taine thought
I was crazy,” he said. “But June
stood up for herself.”
“I told her I never would live
there again,” the girl cried, in a
sudden passion of grief and woe.
“Oh, I can’t go back. Everl It was
terrible, always, there.”
Miss Moss came quickly to her
side. “Now that’s enough for to
night,” she decided. “I’m going to
put you to bed, child. Come.”
“No, no,” June protested. “I
can’t. I don’t want to be alone.”
The Inspector said soberly: “The
fire chief figures the fire was set.
Gas exploded in the cellar.” Miss
Moss nodded; and Tope exploded in
a grim wrath: “I told Heale, days
ago, that when a man starts killing,
he may go on.”
She touched his hand, comforting
him; and he asked: “What do you
think?”
She hesitated. “If Rab Taine was
in Providence, and Asa and Mrs.
Taine and Mrs. Bowdon were to
gether, then only Mr. Taine was
alone.”
“They found Taine asleep in a
chair in the kitchen of his house,”
he said. “I asked Heale. But Glo
vere’s still missing.”
She looked at him curiously.
“Asleep?” she repeated. “But Miss
Leaford said they saw Mr. Taine
turn out the light I”
“She said they saw the light go
out,” Tope corrected. “Mrs. Taine
said the lights went out in the Bow
don house, too. But anyway, Taine
was asleep in the chair when they
found him. Or pretended to be.”
Miss Moss considered. “I should
like to know,” she reflected, “why
his light went out?”
"Heale told me once that the three
houses were all on one meter,” Tope
recalled. “Wired from the Hurder
cellar. The fire might have shorted
the wires, or melted them.”
"Then why did the current go
off in the Taine house before the
fire started?” she insisted. “And
what started the fire? And why did
it spread so fast? And why was the
department so slow in answering
the alarm? And how did Mrs. Taine
burn her hand?”
Inspector Tope made a gesture
of amused surrender. “I don’t know
Mrs. Tope,” he protested. “Wish I
did.”
She nodded, smiling faintly. "I'll
take care of Miss Leaford,” she
promised. “While you find out the
answers I”
CHAPTER XI
Tope and Clint arrived at Kene
saw Hill toward four in-the morn
ing, to find the house all collapsed
into a mass of timbers through
which like rats the little flames still
played. And all about, in a thin cir
cle, curious folk were standing Jay.
Clint pulled up beside the road, and
Inspector Heale saw their arrival
and came across to meet them.
“That you, Tope?” he asked
“Young Jervies with you? Where’s
the girl?” He was peering into the
car.
Inspector Tope said: “Mrs. Tope
put her to bed. She was tired out.
Clint here can tell you all there is
to tell.”
. Heale nodded. “You spotted the
fire, didn’t you, Jervies?” he asked.
So Clint told his story, briefly,
the Inspector listening without in
terruption till the young man was
done. Then Inspector Heale began
to question him; and Tope left them
together and walked over toward
the fire. There were two or three
scores of people here, roused by
the alarm or wakened by the glare
of the flames against the rainy sky,
and come to watch the conflagra
tion to its end. Tope moved among
them quietly, listening to the frag
mentary conversations here and
there.
Then he saw Asa Taine, in the
shadows by the old bafn, talking to
someone—Lissa Thayer.
Her countenance was in darkness,
since Asa stood between her and the
“This was a spare thin woman.”
fire, so Tope could not see her ex
pression; but he saw Asa bend near
er her, his arms encircling her in a
swift embrace, his face close to hers.
Then someone called Tope’s
name, and the old man saw Lissa
slip away into the darkness as Heale
and Clint came to his side. At the
same time Asa recognized Clint, and
he approached them.
"Hullo, Jervies,” he said, in a
friendly tone. “What have you done
with June?” Heale and Tope were a
little to one side.
"I took her home,” Clint ex
plained. “I thought she ought to get
away from here.”
Asa nodded approvingly. “It’s
been hard on her here, even before
tonight,” he assented. “But if you
don’t bring her back, you’ll have a
hornets’ nest around your head.
They won’t let her get away.” He
grinned encouragingly. “Stick to
her, Jervies. Hang on to her. Don’t
let them scare you.”
“I’m keeping June,” Clint told
him stoutly. He spoke to Tope, un
easily. “I’m pretty tired,” he said.
“I’ll go home, if you don’t mind.
Be with them there.”
Tope nodded; and Asa turned and
saw the Inspector. “Hullo!” he ex
claimed in surprise. “Inspector
Tope, eh?” He looked past Tope at
Heale, a swift conjecture in his
eyes.
Clint departed, and a fireman
joined them. Water dripped from
the rim of his white helmet, and his
rubber coat was glistening. He said
to Inspector Heale: “We can’t do a
thing for hours yet. Too hot.”
Asa demanded: “Do what? What
do you mean?”
Inspector Heale hesitated. “This
is Chief Mason, Tope,” he ex
plained; and then to Asa: “Why,
Mr. Taine, we think this fire was
set.”
“Set?” Asa was rigid. Tope,
watching him, thought the man used
an effort to control his voice.
“Why?”
“To kill Mr. and Mrs. Hurder,”
said Inspector Heale harshly.
For a long moment there was si
lence. Chief Mason moved away,
back to the fire. Asa stood thought
ful, with bowed head. Then his eyes
shifted, and he looked past Inspec
tor Heale, and called in a low tone:
“Rab!”
Inspector Tope swung around in
time to see Rab Taine coming to
ward them from the direction of the
old barn.
“Hullo,” he said in a level mono
tone. “What’s the matter, Asa?”
And Asa told his brother: “This
is, Inspector Heale. He thinks the
fire was set, to kill Grandma and
Grandpa Hurder.”
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Tope watched Rab intently.
“Set?” the young man exclaimed.
“Kill? For heaven’s sake, why
should anyone—” He stared from
one to another. “Why should any
one do that?” he demanded.
"Same reason someone killed
Mrs. Leaford,” said Heale implaca
bly; and Rab cried:
“Aunt Kitty? Why, she took an
overdose—”
But Heale said grimly: "Oh, she
was killed, all right.” There was
something like a harsh triumphant
relish in his words. "Murdered,
Taine! And so were these old folks
tonight. Or Mrs. Hurder, anyway.
Mr. Hurder may get well.”
“For heaven’s sake,” Rab pro
tested, “if you thought that about
Aunt Kitty, why haven’t you done
something before now? Why haven’t
you said so before? You might have
prevented this tonight!”
Inspector Heale confessed: “I fig
ured there’d be a better chance of
finding out—"
“Blast it!” Rab cried. “You’ve
fiddled around with your figuring;
and now— You’re as bad as—”
But Asa interposed reasonably:
“Steady, Rab. I guess Inspector
Heale used his best judgment. After
all, he couldn’t be sure Kitty was
poisoned. Maybe her heart cracked,
let go.”
He added: "And this tonight may
have been an accident. You can’t
ten.”
Inspector Heale asked Asa:
“Where were you, tonight?”
Asa looked at him slowly, then
grinned. “You cross-examined me
once before, Inspector,” he re
marked, in a dry amusement. “To
night? I was asleep on the couch in
the dining-room next door.” He nod
ded toward the Bowdon house.
“Asleep, eh?”
"TUI Mother woke me, yes.”
"Where was she?”
"With Grandma Bowdon.”
"Dressed, were you?”
“Shoes off, and coat,” Asa an
swered.
Rab interrupted: “Asa, you said
they questioned you before? You
knew what they thought about Aunt
Kitty?”
“They told me, yes,” Asa ex
plained.
Rab cried: “Then why didn’t you
tell us?”
But Tope, in the background, sug
gested mildly:
“I hear you were in Providence
tonight, Mr. Taine.”
Rab stared at him almost trucu
lently. “What of it?” he demand
ed and turned away.
“Do you mind my questions,
Asa?,” Tope asked.
“No,” Asa assured him. “Any
thing you like.”
“Mrs. Leaford leave a wiU?”
“No.”
“Mr. Bowdon? Mr. Hurder?”
“Yes, of course.”
“What were the terms?”
Asa looked at him thoughtfully;
and he glanced at Inspector Heale.
He said: “I’ll tell you anything I
can, but I can’t help you on that.
My father drew the wills. You’ll
have to ask him.”
“Where is he?” Inspector Heale
demanded. “Where was he to
night?”
Asa smiled faintly. “He went to
sleep in a kitchen chair after sup
per,” he explained. “Mother found
him still asleep there when she
went to telephone Rab.”
“Asleep through all this hullaba
loo?”
“He’s stone deaf, you know.”
Tope asked gently: “Taine, if one
of the connections didn’t do this,
who did? Anyone live around here
who might? Jim Glovere, or the
Thayers?”
He saw Asa taut and stiff, .like a
fencer on guard; but before he could
reply, Rab spoke at Tope’s elbow.
Personality Will Determine the Best
Vocation to Follow, Says Physician
In keeping civilization going, the
introverts —those persons whose in
terests are mostly personal—furnish
most of the ideas; the extraverts,
or socially minded people, turn the
wheels, Paul Popenoe declares in
his article “Extravert or Intro
vert?” in the November Hygeia.
Temperamental differences are of
vital importance in vocational guid
ance, many a maladjustment of
adult life being due to the fact that
an extravert is trying to do an in
trovert’s job, or vice versa.
On the whole, extraverts natural
ly tend to succeed best in occupa
tions that bring them into contact
with other people and that demand
aggressiveness, decision and action.
Introverts will be found predomi
nantly in places where they can
work alone and in creative fields,
such as art, science and literature.
An extravert girl might fail as a
sculptor but succeed admirably as
a teacher of art to large groups of
people. An introvert who goes into
law will not be likely to win fame
as a jury lawyer but will naturally
gravitate into office work.
In the family, each plays a differ
ent role, and each must be treated
accordingly. One is as good as tie
The young man had returned un
seen, and he said in the tone of one
conveying an order that must be
obeyed: j
“My mother wants a word witn
you gentlemen. Please follow me.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Tope moved briskly after Rab.
Heale almost reluctantly followed
him, but Asa stayed behind.
When Tope and Inspector Heale
followed Rab into the house where
lan\ps were burning, to replace the
now useless electric lights, there
was stir and movement behind the
closed doors of the dining-room in
which Denman Hurder still lay un
conscious and near death; and the
parlor doors likewise were closed.
But Mrs. Bowdon and Mrs. Taine
waited for them in the sitting-room;
and Mrs. Bowdon was in a chair
that faced the door by which they
entered. Tope had an impression
of mass, of a white mass that would
not easily be moved. Her hair was
white; so was her cheek; so was the
shapeless dressing gown she wore.
She sat in a ponderous immobility
which had nevertheless a sugges
tion of power held in restraint; and
her eyes were alive and hard and
cold.
Mrs. Taine, on the other hand,
met them at the door. This was a
spare, thin woman; her thin hair
was black; her cheek was sallow;
her lips were thin. She spoke in a
soft sibilance, in keen syllables that
suggested the slicing stroke of ra
zor-blades.
“I sent for you gentlemen,” she
told them simply. “My son tells
me you are circulating the sugges
tion that Mrs. Leaford’s death, and
the tragedy tonight, were not acci
dent but design. I will not permit
such nonsense. If such rumors be
come current, I shall know whom
to blame, and I will hold you both
responsible. Let the talk end here
and now. I bid you good day.”
Inspector Tope waited for Inspec
tor Heale to speak. Rab ex
claimed, in a restrained anger:
“You heard her, gentlemen. That
is all.”
And when Heale still was silent,
Mrs. Bowdon said, without moving
her lips: “Outrageous. Impudent
audacity. Clowns.”
“One thing more,” Mrs. Taine re
membered. “Mr. Clinton Jervies
took June Leaford away with him,
against my express wish. She must
be back here in the morning. •We
take care of our own, we Kene
saws; we ask no favors anywhere.
See to it that this is done, or I
shall know what steps to take.”
Heale remained mute; but Tope
suggested gently: “How old is
Miss Leaford, ma’am?”
Mrs. Taine looked at him. Most
people were somewhat melted l?y
Tope’s mild kindliness, but she was
not. “She is of age, yes,” she said
calmly. “But that is immaterial.
She is an inexperienced child, quite
incompetent to decide things for
herself. Kitty Leaford was no fit
mother for her, but I have done my
duty by June, and will continue to.”
But Inspector Heale found his
tongue at last, forgetting his awe
of these two women in remem
brance of his duty and his rights.
“Now, wait a minute,” he insisted.
“You folks on the Hill have gone
your own gait in a lot of things;
but this looks like murder to me,
and it’s my duty to check up on it
Some questions I want to ask you.
I know you’re feeling pretty bad
right now, so if you want to wait
till morning—”
Mrs. Bowdon said heavily: “There
is nothing I can tell you. My hus
band lies dead in the house. I wish
to be alone.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
other; but one is by no means the
same as the other. Successful par
enthood will take account of the
differences. /
The extravert child will please
his parents by making a good social
adjustment without any special
help; he will make good marks
without much effort, will take the
leadership in school activities, will
be popular with associates because
always ready with a joke or retort.
The introvert is usually the oppo
site of all this. His interest and
attention are turned inward rather
than outward. He is more con
cerned with his own thoughts than
with what is going on around him
outside. He will be modest, unas
suming, cautious, critical, persever
ing.
The London Temple
The term. Temple, is used in
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which barristers and law students
reside. The two societies, inner
Temple and Middle Temple, are two
of the four Inns of Court established
in early times for the study and
practice of law. They occupy ths
sites of the buildings of the Ordei
of Knights Templars in England.
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OUESTIONSj
Meatless Dish. — Cooked corn
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they are cooked. As soon as they
are tender when tested with a
fork, drain and shake them for a
minute over a low fire.
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