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LENOX TIME TABLE, LENOX, IOWA Easy to Make Pajamas Please Sleeping Beauty PATTERN 2302 You're sure to want several pairs of these adorable pajamas when you find how easy they are to make. Why not have your week-night ones pf some pretty cotton or flannel which launders easily? Then you Just must have one pair In a luscious shade of blue or tearose silk, for gay week-ends away from home, and your "nightly" wardrobe Isn't complete without one pair of dress-up pajamas of some heavier material for lounging or lazing, particularly If you're a Campus Queen. The tailored shirtwaist top may tuck Into the bell-bottom trousers which "get the hang of it" from a triangular yoke and snug elastic waistband. Pattern 2362 is available in sizes 12, 14, 16, IS, 20, 30, 32, 34, 3G, 33 and 40. Size 16 takes 4 yards 30 Inch fabric. Illustrated step-by-step sewing Instructions included. Send FIFTEEN CENTS (15c) in coins or stamps (coins preferred) for this pattern. Write plainly name, address and style number. BE SURE TO STATE SIZE. Address orders to the Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., 243 West Seventeenth St., New York City. WISE BOY Youth—You haven't said a single word for 20 minutes. Girl Friend—Well, I didn't have anything to say. Youth—Don't you ever say anything when you have nothing to say? Girl Friend—No. Youth—Well, then, will you be my •wife? Likei His Shoe* John was very proud of his new shoes and displayed them to everyone he met At night when his mother went to tuck him in she found him wearing the new shoes in bed. "It won't hurt them, will it?" asked the child anxiously. •*- Indianapolis News. No Chanco He—Do you think your father would object to my marrying you? She—I don't know. If he's any thing like me he would. Thoie Mad War "My car runs a little way and then •tops." "A spurt model, eh?" SANTO First of all, a pleasing love story ... but with an element of mystery that will keep you guessing until you read the last chapter— That fairly describes our new serial story SHIFTING SANDS -By- Sara Ware Bassett •> •> * Read this first installment and follow the story through to its satisfactory conclusion. CHAPTER I _ mL 1 a T HE Widder lived on,the spit of sand jutting out into Crocker's ove. Just why she should have been ingled out by this significant so- riquet was a subtle psychological iroblem. There were other wom- n in Belleport and in Wilton, too, vho had lost husbands. Neverthe- ss, despite the various homes in vhich solitary women reigned, none f their owners was designated by he appellation allotted to Marcia I owe. Moreover, there seemed in the arue the hamlet had elected to be- tow upon her a ring of satlsfnc- lon, even of rejoicing, rather than he note of condolence commonly choing in the term. Persons rolled t on their tongues as if flaunting : triumphantly on the breeze. "Marciu ought never to have marled .Tason Howe," asserted Abble Irewster when one day she rem- niscently gossiped with her friend, tebecca Gill. "She was head an' houlders above him. Whatever oaxed her into it I never could un- erstand. She could have had her ilck of half a dozen husbands." "She was nothin' but a slip of a hlng when she married. Mebbe he had the notion she could re- orm him," Rebecca suggested. "Mebbe," agreed Abble. "Still, •oung as she was, she might 'a' *nown she couldn't. Ten years ago ie was the same, unsteady, drink- n' Idler he proved himself to be up to the lust minute of his life. He hadn't changed a hair. Such men seldom do, unless they set out o; an' Jason Howe never set out o do, or be, anything. He was too elfish an' too lazy. Well, he's gone, an' Marcla's well rid of him. For most three years now, she's been icr own mistress an' the feelin' hat she is must be highly enjoy- uble." "S'pose she'll always go on llvin 1 here on that deserted strip of ;and?" speculated Rebecca. "Why, t's 'most an island. In fact, it Is an island at high tide. It must be » terrible lonely place." "I wouldn't want to live there," hrugged the sociable Abble. "But here's folks that don't seem to riind solitude, an' Mareia Howe's one of 'em. Mebbe, after the life she led with Jason, she kinder rel- shes bein' alone. Furthermore, dynamite couldn't blast her out of hat old Daniels homestead. Her 'ather an' her grandfather were )orn there an' the house is the apple of her eye. It la a fine old ilace if only it stood somewherea else. Of course, when it was built he ocean hadn't et away the beach, an' who'd 'a' foreseen the tides would wash 'round it 'til they'd whittled it down to little more'n a sand bar, an' as good as detached It from the coast altogether?" "Well, say what you will against the sea an 1 the sand, they did a good turn for Marcia all them years of her married life. At least they helped her keep track of Jason, Once she got him on the Point with the tide runnlu' strong twist him and the village, she'd padlock the skiff an' there he'd be! She had him safe an" sound," Abble chuckled, "Yes," acquiesced Rebecca* "But the scheme worked both ways. Let Jason walk over to town across the flats an' then let the tide rise an' tlnte he be, tool Without a boat there was no earthly way of his gettln' home. He had the best of excuses for lolterln' an" carous- in* ashore." "Well, he don't loiter and carouse here no longer. Marcia knows where he Is now," declared Abble with spirit. "I reckon she's slept more durin' these last three years than ever she slept in the ten that went before 'em. She certainly looks It, All her worries seems to have fallen away from her, leavln' her lookln" like a girl of twenty. She's pretty as a picture." "She must be thirty-five if she's a day," Rebecca reflected. "She ain't She's scarce over thirty. But thirty or even more, she don't look her age." "S'pose she'll marry again?" ventured Rebecca, leaning forward and dropping her voice. "Marry? There you go, 'Becca, romancln' as usual." "I ain't romancin'. I was Just wonderin'. An' I ain't the only person in town askin' the question, neither," retorted Mrs. Gill with a sniff. "There's scores of others. In fact, I figger the thought Is the uppermost one in the minds of 'most everybody." Abble laughed. "Mebbe. la fact, I reckon 'tis," conceded she. "It's the thought that come to every one quick as Jason was burled. Folks "round about here are fond of Marcia an' feel she's been cheated out of what was her rightful due. They want her to begin anew an' have what she'd oughter have had years ago— a good husband an' half a dozen children. I ain't denyln' there are certain persons who are more self- seekin'. I ain't blind to the fact that once Jason was under the sod, 'bout every widower in town sorter spruced up an' began to take notice; an' before a week was out every bachelor had bought a new necktie." "Abble!" "It's true. An' why, pray, shouldn't the men cast sheep's eyes at Marcia? Can you blame 'em? She'd be one wife in a hundred could a body win her. There ain't a thing she can't do from shinglln' a barn down to trimuiln' a hat. It's a marvel to me how she's kept out of matrimony long's this with so many men milierin' 'round her." "She certalnly's takin' her time. She don't 'pear to be in no hurry to get a husband," smiled Rebecca. "Why should she be? Her parents left her with money in the bank an 1 the Homestead to boot, an' Mareia was smart enough not to let Jason make ducks and drakes of her property." "All men mightn't fancy havin' a wife hold the tiller, though." "Any man Marcia Howe married would have to put up with it," Abble asserted, biting off a needleful of thread with a snap of her flne white teeth. "Marcia's always been captain of the ship an' she always will be." Gathering up her mending, Rebecca rose. "•Well, 1 can't stay here settlln' Marcia'a fortune," she laughed. "I've got to be goln' home. Lem- my'll be wantin' his supper." A scuffling on the steps, the kitchen door swung open and Zenas Henry's lanky form appeared on the threshold. Behind him tagged his crony, Lemuel GUI. "Well, well, 'F.ecco, if here ain't Lemmy come to fetch you!" Ahbie cried. " 'Fraid your wife had deserted you, Lemmy? She ain't. She was Just this minute settln' out for home." "I warn't worryln' none," grinned Lemuel. "What you two been doin'?" Abbie inquired of her husband. "Oh, nothin' much," answered the big, loose-Jointed fellow, shuffling into the room. "We've been settln' out, drinkln' in the air." The carelessness of the reply was a trifle overdone, and instantly aroused the keen-eyed Abbie's suspicions. She glanced into his face. "Where you been settin'?" she demanded. "Settln'? Oh, Lemmy an' me took sort of a little jaunt along the shore. Grand day to be abroad. I never saw a flner. The sea's blue as a corn-flower, an' the waves are rollln' in, an' rollln' In, an'— "• Lemuel Gill stepped into the breach, " 'Twns this way," began he. "Zenas Henry an' me thought we'd take a bit of meander. We'd boon to the post ofllce an' was stamlin' In the doorway when we spied Charlie Eldrldge goin' by with a flsh-pole—" . "Charlie Eldrldge—the bank cashier?" Rebecca echoed. "But he ain't no fisherman. I never In all my life knew of Charlie Eldrldge goin' a-flshin'. Not that he ain't got a perfect right to fish If he wants to outside bankin' hours. But—" "But Charlie flshin'!" interrupted Abble, cutting her friend short. "Why, he'd no more dirty his Illy- white hands puttin' a squirmin' worm on a fishhook than he'd cut off his head. In fact, I don't believe he'd know how. You didn't, likely, see where he went." "Wai—er—yes. We did." Zenas Henry wheeled about. "Havin' completed the business that took us to the store—" he began. "Havin' In short, asked for the mall an' found there warn't none," laughed Abbie, mischievously. Zenas Henry Ignored the comment. "We walked along in Charlie's wake," he continued. "Followed him?" "Wai—somethin' of the sort. You might, I s'pose, call It follerin'," Zenas Henry admitted shamefacedly. "Anyhow, we trudged along behind him at what we considered a suitable distance." "Where'd he go?" Rebecca urged, her face alight with curiosity. "Wai, Charlie swung along, kinder whlstlin' to himself, 'til he come to the fork of the road. Then he made for the shore." "So he was really goin' fishln'," mused Abble, a suggestion of disappointment in her voice. "He certainly was. Oh, Charlie was goln' flshin' right 'nough. He was aimed for deep water," grinned Zenas Henry. "He wouldn't ketch no flsh In Wilton harbor," sniffed Rebecca contemptuously. "Wouldn't you think he'd 'a' known that?" "He warn't," observed Zenas Henry mildly, "figgerln 1 to. In fact, 'twarn't to Wilton harbor he was goln'. Bank cashier or not, Charlie "Zenas Henry, Do Stop Beating 'Round the Bush an' Say What You Have to Say." warn't that much of a numskull. He was primed to flsh in more propitious waters." "Zenas Henry, do stop beatln' round the bush an' say what you have to say. If you're goln' to tell us where Charlie Eldrldge went, out with It. If not, stop talkln' about It," burst out his wife sharply. "Ain't I tellln' you fast as I can? Why get so het up? If you must know an' can't wait another minute, Charlie went flshin' In Crocker's Cove." "Crocker's Cove?" gasped Abbie. "Crocker's Cove?" echoed Rebecca. "Crocker's Cove," nodded Zenas Henry. "Mercy on us! Why—I Why, he—he must 'a' been goin'"—be- gan Abble. "—to see The Widder," Rebecca Interrupted, completing the sentence. "I'd no notion he was tendin' up to her," Abble said. "Wai, he warn't 'xactly tendin' up to her—leastway, not today. Not what you could really call tendln' up," contradicted Zenas Henry, a twinkle in his eye. "Rather, I'd say 'twas t'other way round. Wouldn't you, Lemmy? Wouldn't you say that instead 'twas she who tended up to him?" Sagaciously, Lemuel bowed. "1'ou see," drawled on Zenas Henry, "no sooner had Charlie got into the boat an' pulled out into the channel than he had -the usual beginner's luck an' hooked a strug- glln' blueflesh. You'd oughter seen that critter pull I He 'most bad Charlie out of the boat. "I shouted to him to bang on an' so did Lemmy. In our excitement, we must 'a' bellered louder'n we meant to, 'cause in no time The Widder popped outer the house. She took one look at Charlie strug- glin' in the boat, raced down to the tandlu' an' put out to him. "Qucker'n scat she had the flsh- pole, an 1 while we looked 01 Charlie dropped down kinder Ilm; on the scat of the boat an' Uegn; tyln* up his hand In a spandy clem pocket handkerchief while Th Widder gaffed the fisli an' imulei it in." "My soul!" exploded Alible Brew ster. "My soul an' body!" "Later on," continued Znnas Hen ry, "Cli.'irlle overtook us. He' stowed away Ills ilsh-pole some wheros. Leastway lie didn't have it with him. When Lemmy an' nv asked him where his flsh was, he looker blncker'u thunder an snapped out: 'Hang the flsh!' "Seein" he warn't in no mood fo neighborly conversation, we lef him an" come along home." CHAPTER II I N THE meantime, Marcia Howe the heroine of this escapade comfortably ensconced in her islanc homestead, paid scant heed to the fact that she and her affairs were continually on the tongues of th outlying community. She was not Ignorant of It, for her Intuitive sixth sense made her well aware her goings and comings were watched. This knowledge however, far from nettling her, as it might have done had she been a woman blessed with less sense of humor, afforded her infinite amuse tnent. Bitter though her experience had been, It had neither taken from nor, miraculously, had it dimmed her faith in her particular star. On the contrary there still glowed in her gray eyes that sparkle of an ticipatlon one sees in the eyes ol one who stands a-tiptoe on the threshold of adventure. Apparent ly she had Jn her nature an un quenchable spirit of hope that noth ing could destroy. Her start, she confessed, had been an unpropitlous one. Bu starts sometimes were like that and did not the old adage affirm that a bad beginning made for a fair ending? Furthermore, the error had been her own. She had been free to choose and she had chosen unwise ly. Why whine about it? One rnus be a sport and play the game. She was older now and better fitted to look after herself than she had been at seventeen. Only a foo made the same blunder twice, am If experience had been a pitiless teacher, it had also been a helpfu and convincing one. The past with its griefs, Its hu miliations, its heartbreaks, its fall ure lay behind—the future all be fore her. It was hers—hers! She would be wary what she did with i and never again would she squander it for dross. Today, as she moved swiftly about the house and her deft hands made tidy the rooms, she had the sense of being In step with the world. The morning, crisp with an easterly breeze, had stirred the sea into a swell that rose rhythmically in measureless, breathing iinmen sity far awny to its clear-cut, sap phire horizon. The sands had never glistened more white; tht surf never curled at her doorway in a prettier, more feathery line. It all spoke to her of home— home as she had known it from childhood—as her father and her father's father had known It. The salt of deep buried caverns was In her veins; the chant of the ocean echoed the beating of her own heart. Lonely? If she needed anything it was a companion to whom to cry: "Isn'i it glorious to be alive?" and she already had such a one. Never was there such a comrade as Prince Hal! She would never want for a welcome while he had strength to wag his white plume of tall; nor lack affection so long as he was able to race up the beach and race back again to hurl himself upon her with his sharp, staccato yelp of Joy. Oh, she wns worlds better off with Prince Hal than if she were linked up with some one of her own genus who could not understand. Besides, she was not going to be alone. She had decided to try an experiment. Jason hud had an orphaned niece out in the Middle-West—his sister's child—a girl in her early twenties, and .Marcia had invited her to the island for a visit. In fact, Sylvia was expected today. That was why a bowl of pansles stood upon the table In the big bedroom at the head of the stairs, and why its fireplace was heaped with driftwood ready for lighting. That was also the reason Marcia now stood critically surveying her preparations. She was especially desirous the old home should look its best today, for the outside world had contributed a richness of setting that left her much to live up to. Sylvia had never seen the ocean. She must, love it. But would she? That was to be the test. There was room, money, affection enough for two beneath the Homestead roof and Sylvia was alone in the world. Moreover, Marcia felt an odd sense of obligation toward Jason. At the price of his life he had given her back her freedom. It was a royal gift and she owed him something in retura (TO BE CONTINUED) Believe It Or Not Wearing a buzzard foul her be tiind the ear will prevent rii su uiatlsm. GOLDEN PHANTOMS Fascinating * Tales of rdl , ha f WaU611 Lost Mines ©W.N.U PILLARS OF GOLD the Spanish conqueror were following the northwar windings of the Rio Grande, thej went as far as the northern par of what is now New Mexico. Here Spanish iepend relates, some of the padres, with soldiers at their com mand, turned to the westward. In the midst of some extremely rough mountains they came across a small valley, and here they saw tw> great pillars made of large stones What these pillars were they did not know, but with the curiosity to which we owe so much of our in formation about the early South west, the padres halted to examln these monuments. To their surprise and delight, they found that some of the stones were pieces of rich gold ore, which argued that their source must be somewhere In the vicinity. So it proved; the lode was rich beyond all dreams, and the party immediately set to work, the sol dlers laying down thalr arms to become miners. They remained in the hidden valley long enough to take out all the gold they coulc carry with them. After this time, others who passed that way hunting wealth saw the lonely pillars in the center of the valley, but for a long time no one thought to examine them At last an old miner by the name of Mike O'Leary, rambling about through this region on a prospect Ing trip, found the ancient work- Ings, and appeared in Parrot City some time later with enough ore to finance an expensive spree for several weeks. After sobering up he disappeared, only to come into Anl- mas City several months later with more ore. The old prospector of the western mountains was a wily creature. He preferred hunting alone or with one partner, and if he did strike gold he could be "as mum as a clam" about Its location, even though he loved to boast about his ood fortune. Knowing the hills as ie did the streets of his home town, ie usually eluded all those who tried to follow him. He knew only too well that the discovery of his mine would mean a lot of unpleasant neighbors. O'Leary was just such a man. He might show up every now and then .vlth enough gold to pay for a celebration, but he always drifted out of sight before anyone could see where he went. Finally he disap- >eared for good—nothing more was seen of him, and it is supposed that either he went to some distant city "o spend his money, or else the nountains claimed him for the final sacrifice. Witli O'Leary's passing, however, the secret of his mine did not remain a secret. Once in a while some miner comes to the front with ore which he claims came from that ittle valley In the mountains, and there are even said to be maps, made by others who came Into sight of the two rock pillars. However, is far as anyone knows, the loca- ion of the mine has never been lied as a claim. ******* SECRET OF THE PRAIRIE of war! A party of freighters camped under an old lightning-killed cot- onwood, talking earnestly. The year was 1850; the place was •Cearney county, Kansas, on the Santa Fe trail. There was $70,000 n Spanish gold In that wagon ruin, being curried from Mexico to 'ort Leavenworth. Would it ever •each its destination? Indians had begun to follow the vagons in New Mexico. They hung on, making no move to attack, but Irawlng a little closer day by day. Now, as the freighters consul teu vith each other around the camp- ire, the Indians lurked out yonder n the darkness, waiting—waiting- It was decided to bury the gold, lore, where the great dead tree ormed a landmark on the trail, was s good a place as any, and there •as no time to lose. It was midnight. The full moon hono brightly on the camp and on lie cottonwood, and cast a shadow long the ground. Here, where the hadow fell, they buried the Span sh gold. Next day they moved on. The ndians followed as usual, drawing little closer. Three days later hey attacked, when the train had eached Pawnee Rock. 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