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Smart Designs for
Women Who Sew
PVAGRAM design for a house
dress that’s just about as
comfortable as a house dress can
be—with unbelted waistline, deep
armholes, plain neckline, and an
absolute absence of folderols. The
princess lines make it beautifully
slim. As you see from the dia
gram, you can finish this easy pat
tern (1798) in just a few hours.
For the Great Outdoors.
Gay and winning as the lilt of
the “Skater’s Waltz” is this sports
suit for juniors, with its snug, bell-
hop jacket and extravagantly
swirling skirt. It includes a be
witching little hood, too. If you’re
young and lively and love the
great outdoors, then you’ll want
1673, even if you never wear a
skate—whether roller or ice!
The Patterns.
No. 1798 is designed for sizes 14,
16, 18, 20, 40, 42 and 44. Size 16 re
quires 4% yards of 35-inch mate
rial without nap; 2 yards of braid.
No. 1673 is designed for sizes 11,
13, 15 and 17. Size 13 requires V/t
yards of 54-inch material for long
sleeved jacket and 1% yards of 39-
inch material to line; % yard of
54-inch material for hood and %
yard of 39-inch material to line;
2% yards of 54-inch material for
skirt.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1324,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (ip
coins) each.
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.)
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1830. Inspired by it, the audi
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street and started the famous rev
olution through which Belgium
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from Holland.—Collier’s.
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CHAPTER Xin—Continued
Tope nodded, and he asked after
• moment: “Do you know whether
the front door was bolted or locked,
the night your mother died, before
you went to bed?”
“Yes,” June said. “Uncle Justus
bolted it. That’s why, when the
door blew open, it scared me. I
knew it had been fastened, and I
thought there must be someone in
the house. But I didn’t wait to—
find out. I just ran.”
“Mr. Taine bolted it, did he?”
Tope repeated thoughtfully.
She said: “Yes, after Mother was
in bed, I came to the head of the
stairs, and I heard him tell Grand
pa Hurder the door was fast.” She
remembered suddenly: "And he
tried to slip upstairs during the eve
ning before Mother died. Aunt Evie
saw him, called him back.”
Tope was silent for a moment,
and he asked then a new question:
“If you went back, where would
they likely have you stay?”
“There isn’t any room at Aunt
Evie’s,” June explained. “It’s just
a small house, you know. I’d have
to stay at Grandma Bowdon’s.”
“They’ve put Mr. Hurder upstairs.
In the Bowdon house,” Tope report
ed. “The back room on the west
Bide.”
“That’s a spare room,” June as
sented. “Grandpa and Grandma
Bowdon used the east rooms.”
“If you go out there, then, you’d
probably have the front room on
the west side.”
“I suppose so.”
"I’d want you to try to arrange
to take care of him,” Tope told her.
“To sit up with him tonight—in the
room with him.” He considered.
“They may not let you; but if you’re
in the next room, you can hear, lis
ten.”
“The stairs are between,” she
said. “But the doors are just across
the hall, opposite one another.”
“Are there locks on the doors in
that house?” Tope asked gravely.
“Locks, yes,” June said. “There
are locks everywhere. Even the
closets are locked. Grandma Bow
don always carries a bunch of keys
on her belt.” .
Clint said urgently: “Inspector,
I’m going to have a ladder ready,
so I can get up to her room, get in
the window if I have to.”
“Yes,” Tope said seriously/
“That’s good. Or so she can get
out and down to us, quickly, if any
one tries to get at her. And I’ll
give her a revolver, show her
how—”
The telephone interrupted him,
and Miss Moss went to answer it.
She turned to say softly, her hand
over the receiver: “It’s for June.”
So June crossed to the older wom
an’s side; she took the telephone in
her hand. They heard her say:
“Hello. Yes . . . Yes, Grand
ma.”
And after a long time: “Yes . . .
Yes, I’m coming.”
And then: “Yes . . . They will
bring me out, in a little while.”
Clint felt his pulses pound with a
deep terror; but he could not check
her now. A moment later she said,
“Yes,” again, and put the instru
ment down and faced them all.
“That was Grandma Bowdon,”
•he explained. “Grandpa Bowdon’s
funeral is this afternoon, late. She
wants me to be there, and to go
home with them afterward.” She
added slowly: “That’s what I will
do.”
In the preparations that followed,
Clint’s hopeless protests were all
overborne. June’s dress, that new
dress Asa had given her, was sooted
and soiled. Miss Moss made Clint
drive her to the nearest shop, and
they brought home two or three
dresses for trial, found one that
would serve. When they thus re
turned, Inspector Tope had rum
maged out his old revolver and was
explaining to June its simple mech
anism before she left for the funeral.
The ritual was scarce finished be
fore Mrs. Taine came swiftly toward
them. “It is hard for me to forgive
you for this, June,” Aunt Evie told
the girl, in her low, whispering tones.
“You have added much to the bur
den we have all had to bear today.”
Clint saw Rab guiding old Mrs.
Bowdon to their car; he heard June
say calmly: “This is Mr. Jervies,
Aunt Evie.” Her eyes met Clint’s,
and she added proudly: “I’m going
to marry him. I’ll stay with you
as long as you need me, if it isn’t
too long; but then I’m going to
him.”
“That is as may be,” Mrs. Taine
commented. "Such matters are not
decided so quickly, June.”
Then Asa came up beside her. He
drawled cheerfully: “Hullo, June.
Hullo, Jervies. June, with a man
like this one to take care of you,
you’d better hang on to him.”
Mrs. Taine said softly: “Asa!”
The word hissed on her tongue.
Asa looked at Clint. “Why don’t
you keep her, Jervies?” he suggest
ed insistently.
Clint cried: “I want to!”
But Mrs. Taine said: “Come,
child.” She took June’s arm; Clint
saw her fingers tighten cruelly. He
THREE SHUTTERED HOUSES
started forward, but June freed her
self, and she said calmly:
"I’m coming, Aunt Evie. You
need not hold me!”
And she nodded to Clint in a deep
reassurance, and led the way to
ward the waiting car. '
Tope had promised to meet Clint
beside the road, on the way up
Kenesaw Hill, as soon as it should
be dark. It was still no more than
dusk when Clint took the road up
the hill; but at an angle the Inspec
tor stepped out to halt him.
“Doctor Cablet’s at the house,”
he said. “He and Mr. Taine stayed
with Mr. Hurder during the funeral.
I want to see him when he leaves.
Go ahead, over the top of the hill.”
Clint obeyed; and Tope explained:
“Heale can’t be here. He’s laid up
—a bad cold from last night. But
he’s lending us a couple of men.”
And he said, half to himself:
“Here are two women killed. A
“Mrs. Taine is giving her a
glass of milk.”
man don’t often kill a woman unless
he loves her, or has loved her.”
They passed the two houses which
still stood atop the hill; but Clint
scarce noticed them. “You mean
Mr. Leaford?” he cried, in incredu
lous astonishment.
“But a woman don’t mind killing
another woman,” said the Inspec
tor grimly, as though finishing his
thought; and Clint looked at him
with wide startled eyes.
Before he could speak the ques
tion in his mind, a man appeared
in their headlights, a policeman in
uniform; and they stopped. Tope
opened the car door.
“Hello, Rand,” he said. “Doctor
still there?”
The policeman nodded. “And I’ve
got the ladder,” he reported. “Hid
it over in the woods.”
“Good man,” Tope approved, and
they got out and waited, till pres
ently Doctor Cabler in his car came
down the road. He stopped at a
signal, and Tope spoke to him apart
in low tones. When the Doctor
drove on, the Inspector returned to
them, and he explained:
“Mr. Hurder is better! Tomorrow
will tell the tale, whether he’s going
to live. The Doctor thinks he will.
He’s given the old man something
to make him sleep.”
The house on this side all was
dark, except that there was a light
ed window in the kitchen. Tope was
at the rear corner there. The win
dow-blind was drawn; but by mov
ing out a little from the house, Clint
could see a rectangle of light where
the window was. Some one was pre
paring supper — talking, probably.
Tope stood just below the window,
as though listening.
Inaction began to madden him,
when at last there came an inci
dent to relieve the strain: a door
opened; someone came out.
Clint saw that this must be Jus
tus Taine, a heavy figure of a man,
walking with head bowed. He saw
this man pause yonder by the ash
filled cellar of the Hurder house
and stand for a moment beside the
pit as though in some dark recov
ery, before he went on.
Later a light appeared in the
Taine house, behind a curtained
window; then nothing happened for
a while.
Clint had time for thought, and
he remembered his own suspicions
of Justus Taine, and was glad Taine
was no longer here in the house
with June. But—Tope had dismissed
Clint’s theory, and the young man
remembered this, and his nerves
drew taut again. When someone
touched his elbow, he leaped like a
startled horse, ready to cry out, but
Tope whispered:
“Hush, steady, son!”
Clint nodded; he tried to speak,
but his voice croaked dangerously.
He lifted the ladder, Tope helping
him; and they leaned it against the
window-sill above them without a
sound.
Clint climbed it instantly; he
stepped with his head level with the
»iIL Since there was' no light in
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By BEN AMES WILLIAMS
the room, he could not see whether
the shade was drawn or not; but
he waited, striving to peer into the
blackness behind the glass.
Once he looked down cautiously,
and saw Tope’s round figure hud
dled at the foot of the ladder, Tope’s
round face watchfully upturned.
He then saw June and Mrs. Taine
come in, June with a lighted can
dle. Behind them he saw Rab and
Asa in the hall, and Mrs. Bowdon’s
ample form.
And then his heart suddenly was
in his throat; for Mrs. Taine had a
glass of milk in her hand.
Mrs. Leaford had drunk a glass
of milk that night she died; the Hur
ders too. There was to Clint some
thing hideous and sinister in this in
nocent beverage now. He took an
impulsive step higher, his hand
raised to break the window in.
But Tope below him hissed a
warning; and Clint leaned down to
whisper desperately: “Mrs. Taine is
giving her a glass of milk!”
“She won’t drink it,” Tope prom
ised. “I warned her not to drink
anything, or eat anything except
what the others did.”
And Mrs. Taine suddenly, still
talking, withdrew.
June did not move. She watched
the door. Clint waited, his pulse
racing.
Then, after a long minute, Tope
whispered: “Down!”
Clint was on the ground in an in
stant; and Tope breathed in his ear;
“The door.”
Clint at first did not understand.
Then he heard the click of a latch,
and toward the rear of the house a
figure did appear—Mrs. Taine, he
guessed. She walked briskly away.
They saw her figure in silhouette
against the light when she opened
the kitchen door of her own home
yonder and went in.
Then Clint started to climb the
ladder again.
“Careful,” the old man warned
him. “Don’t show yourself above
the window-sill. She might see you
from over there.”
But Clint could not resist looking
once to be sure June was unharmed.
He saw her carefully propping a
chair under the door-knob; saw
that the milk stayed untasted. She
secured the door, and then blew
out the candle, and so came to the
window and opened it. She leaned
here above him, and he whispered:
“All right, June?”
“Yes,” she said slowly. "But
Aunt Evie gave me a glass of—
warm milk. To make me sleep,
she said. I promised to drink it
when I was in bed.”
"She’s gone home,” Clint told her
reassuringly.
“Home?” the girl exclaimed.
“She said she was going to stay with
him. He’s all alone. I’m going in—’’
“No,” Clint insisted. "Rab and
Asa are still in the house. And she’s
coming back. Give me that milk,
June. I want Tope to taste it.”
She brought the glass and gave it
to him. He said: “I’ll be right here.
All night.”
“Poor darling!” she whispered.
“In the rain.”
“Near you,” he told her. “I shan’t
feel it.”
He took the milk down to Inspec
tor Tope. The old man dipped a
finger into it, touched the finger to
his lips. “Can’t taste anything,” he
said. “But I’ll send Rand to have
it tested, right now.” And he direct
ed: “You stay here!”
Clint nodded, and Tope started
away. He moved past the corner of
the house; and suddenly, when he
was six paces off, he stumbled over
something lying in the uncut grass,
and fell heavily. Clint heard the
breath go out of him with a grunt.
People on North Carolina’s Banks
Talk in Lingo of Queen Elizabeth
Inlanders who visit North Caro
lina’s primitive and romantic Outer
Banks meet many strange sights
and sounds, not the least of which
is the native dialect spoken by the
“bankers” who inhabit the narrow
rope of land stretching thread-like
from Norfolk, Va., to Wilmington,
N. C.
The dialect is a strange mixture
of native dialect and Elizabethan
English, spoken on Roanoke island,
Ocracoke and other small fishing vil
lages along the banks, and outsiders
who sometimes stumble into the
midst of this isolated colony are
likely to be amazed by the language.
If the outlander asks a native for
information about the fishing there
abouts, he may be told that "a foine
toime to go fishing is at hoigh
toide.”
Because many other words and
phrases are so similar in texture
and construction to the phraseology
of Queen Elizabeth’s day, historians
and philologists believe there is a
distinct although unexplained con
nection between the two.
Some contend earliest settlers
brought their native English speech
to the Carolina shores during the
days of Queen Elizabeth, and that
this has been preserved through
The young man moved swiftly to
ward him; but before he could come
to Tope’s side, the Inspector was
on his hands and knees.
Clint whispered: “Hurt?”
And Tope said gravely: “There’s
another ladder here. I tripped over
it.” He added ruefully: “Spilled the
milk. That’s bad!”
“Another ladder?” Clint echoed.
There was a dreadful clamor in his
ears, his own pulse was pounding
so.
Then from the window above
them, June called very softly:
“Clint, dear, are you there? Are
you all right?”
“Yes, sweet,” he whispered.
“What happened?" she asked.
“The Inspector fell down,” he said
reassuringly. “Didn’t hurt him!”
He climbed to her window, and her
arms held him fast, her lips trem
bling against his own. “You mustn’t
be afraid,” he urged.
“I’m coming back to you tomor
row,” she declared.
“For good and all,” he agreed.
She said wistfully: “You could
come in here, out of the rain.” And
she urged: “They’ve left Grandpa
Hurder all alone. I want to go to
him.”
But he said sternly: “No. Maybe
that’s what they want 'you to do.
You stay here. If anyone tries
to open your door—” He kissed her
again. “Good night, sweet,” he
said. “And sleep sound.”
He descended to the ground once
more. “Mr. Hurder’s alone,” he re
ported to Tope. “She wants to go
to him. I wouldn’t let her.”
Then June spoke, whispering,
above their heads; and Clint was up
the ladder in a bound.
“Rab and Asa have gone into
Grandpa’s room,” she explained.
“Asa wants to stay with Grandpa;
but Rab’s arguing about it. I can
hear them talking.”
She turned her head at some
sound in the hall, whispered,
“Hush,” and crossed to listen at
the door. Clint, even from where he
was, could hear the murmur of
their voices. Then this sound re
ceded, and June returned to him.
“They’re going,” she reported.
“Asa said he had to go to town later
tonight, and he wanted to stand his
turn with Grandpa now, and let Rab
and Aunt Evie sleep. But Rab in
sisted it was all right to leave
Grandpa, insisted that they both go
home.”
“I’ll tell Tope,” Clint assured her,
and looked down. But Tope had
vanished.
She urged in shaken tones: “I
want to see if Grandpa’s all right—
if they did anything to him.
Please!”
Clint hesitated. “I’ll come in with
you,” he decided then. He climbed
over the sill, and with their hands
entwined, they crossed the room.
Very quietly she removed the chair
braced under the knob and opened
the door.
“He’s sleeping so peacefully, like
a child.”
When he descended the ladder,
Tope had not reappeared; but Clint
was content in the certainty that
June was safe. He stood by the fool
of the ladder, tense, ready for any
alarm; and minutes drifted by.
Once there was a sound, toward
the Taine house, a rumbling sound
as though a garage-door had been
rolled back on its track. If Asa
were departing for town now, then
Rab, or Uncle Justus, or Aunt Evie,
might presently come this way.
Clint was in a sweat of tense, fear
ful anticipation. He began to won
der why Asa did not start the car
and go.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
generation after generation of na
tives who live on the “banks,” sel
dom if ever getting very far away
from their; native hearth.
At Rodanthe they still sing the old
English songs and ballads that were
popular in the days of Ben Jonson
and Shakespeare. The ghosts of
Spencer and Chaucer, of Beowufl
and Piers the Plowman are con
jured up when one hears an able
and affable man spoken of as “be
ing witted and couthe.”
A plump, good-looking girl is a
“throddy may.” The old word
“fleech” means to coax or flatter,
and when a man fails to keep an
engagement or do his part, he has
“scooped” you.
When he dies he has “gone to lee
ward,” and if he goes to “the coun
try” he is visiting the mainland
across the bay.
Persons visiting the “banks” are
told of the “ghosties” where the old
wrecks lie scattered along the shore,
of hens that have “nesties,” or men
who are “fitten” for certain services
because their “mother wit” makes
them “mindable.” A flask of whis
ky will contain not a pint but a
“point,” and the vine from whidi
wine is made is the “wine” and tul
the “vine.”
HOUSEHOLD
QUESTIONS
Better Waffles.— The flavor of
waffles is enhanced by the simple
addition of the grated rind of two
lemons to the batter.
* • •
Removing Stains.— Lemon juic<
will remove a red ink stain. A
paraffin stain should be covered
with oatmeal, then brushed after
24 hours. Soot marks should be
covered with coarse salt.
* * *
For Rust on Porch Lamp.—
remove rust on metal porch lamps
rub them with fine sandpaper or
steel wool and then apply a thin
coat of lubricating oil.
* • *
Polishing Towels.— Towels in
tended for polishing glassware oft
en shed tiny particles of fluff. To
avoid this, they should be washed
in the ordinary way and thev
rinsed in a very thin solution of
starch.
• • •
Encouraging Diligence. — Make
a list of duties for the young mas
culine member of the family to
follow in cleaning his room. The
business of checking them off each
day gives him a sense of impor
tance that encourages diligence.
• • •
For Cooking in the Open.—Two
fires often are more convenient
than one. One may be used for
the coffee and the other for roast
ing or frying.
* • •
Economy in Meat.— ln buying a
roast it often is economical to get
a large one and cut off several
chops for the first meal. The roast
will keep for several days in a
mechanical refrigerator.
♦ • *
Floor Polisher.— When polishing
floors make a thick pad of felt or
velvet and fasten it over an old
worn-out broom. This makes an
excellent polisher and saves the
trouble of kneeling on the floor.
’Tis the Head, Not Heart,
That Wags the Tongue
In recognition of some service
Chief Washakie of the Shoshone
Indians had rendered, General
Grant sent him a beautiful silver
mounted saddle. It was present
ed with troops drawn up and a
grandiloquent speech by the com
manding officer.
When Washakie was asked if he
wished to reply, he shook his head
negatively.
"What!” shouted the colonel,
“after all you heard you have
nothing to say?”
The Indian answered: “White
man feels with his head; his head
has tongue. Indian feels with his
heart; heart no tongue.”
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