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LENOX TIME TABLE, LENOX, IOWA "Bird Cage" Pot Holders Make a Practical Gift By GRANDMOTHER CLARK This cute pot holder set makes an attractive addition to any kitchen or w) Inexpensive practical gift. With very little handwork you can make this charming set. Good-looking pot holders are always In demand. Make up one of these sets and you will want to make more. Package A-S contains bird cage and two pot holders stamped and tinted on unbleached muslin to be embroidered and made up. Instructions are given for embroidery stitches and th« color scheme Li also given. Embroidery thread Is not Included. Fifteen cents each or four for SO cents, postpaid. , Address Home Craft Co., Dept A, Nineteenth and St Louis Ave., St. Lonii, Mo. Inclose self-addressed stamped envelope when writing for any Information. No Stopping This Sheriff When He's After His Man Minus his trousers, W. H. Westphal arrived In Brownsville, Texas, the other day by train from Chicago In charge of a sheriffs deputy to face a charge of disposing of mortgaged property. The officer, Wil' Cabler, said Westphal's wife took her husband's trousers, believing Cabler would be "too embarrassed" to travel with a trouserless prisoner, but "that la where she was wrong." "I wasn't embarrassed a bit—because I sat on the seat behind him," Cabler explained. "The passengers snickered a bit, but It didn't bother me. I felt sorry for Westphal In St. Louis, because we had to walk about four blocks to change trains. It was almost freezing and the wind was blowing strong." LITTLE JACK HORNER SAT IN A CORNER AFTER EATING A LARGE PIECE OF PIE HE STUCK IN HIS THUMB, AND PULLED OUT A TUM, / WHICH HE ALWAYS KEPT IN HIS VEST \ \ POCKET FOR JUST SUCH EMERGENCIES ) WHY MILLIONS CARRY TUMS! X/ILLIONS now know the smart thing la to *** carry a roll of Turns, always. 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Marcla 1 * married life has been un- •iappy, but she Is lonely at tlmeo, md has Invited her late husband's ilece, Sylvia Hayden, whom she has lever seen, to visit her. Marcla akes to the girl at once, while Sylvia flnds her aunt more like a sister. A stranger, on the verge of exhaus- lon, flnds his way to Marcla's home, ils power-boat having run aground n the fog. He has Marcla hide a >ackage containing Jewelry. Elisha Wlnslow, town sheriff, brings news f a Jewel robbery on a neighboring state. The stranger gives his name ,s Stanley Heath. SHIFlffifr S SAN XJcx RH> SarojWarc Bttssett ' CHAPTER IV—Continued The man was nothing to her. Of is past she had not the slightest :nowledge, indeed he might be the -reatest villain In the world. In act, circumstances proclaimed him thief. Nevertheless, she did not, ould not, believe it. There was omething too fine In his face; his yes. True, he had made no attempt ither to defend himself or to. ex- lain away the suspicions he must ave known would arise in her mind. On the contrary, with a evil-may-care audacity that fas- luated her, he actually appeared o have tried to deepen In her mind he impression of his guilt. Still she refused to believe. Even n the face of overwhelming evi- ence she clung to her unreasoning aith in him. Suppose he had stolen the gems nd fled with them from Long Is- and? Suppose he had lost his bear- ngs in the fog; tossed aimlessly on lie sea for a day and a night; and len run aground at her doorstep? t was possible, quite possible, even robable. Yet was it? Not for a man like Stanley Heath, larcla stubbornly insisted. So deep vas the conviction, she shrank lest e should feel called upon to Jus- ify or defend himself. Far from demanding explana- lons, she resolved she would give im no chance to make them. Therefore, when his meal was eady and every last inviting touch ad been given the tray, she said asually to Sylvia: "Suppose you take It up, dear?" "I?" "Yes. Why not? Do you mind?" "Not nt all. I just thought per- aps you'd rather." The task suggested did not, ap- arently, displease Sylvia. 'Here goes Red Ricllnghood," she murmured, taking up the tray. "All s, if I don't come back you'll know >e wolf has eaten me." In spite of herself, Marcla smiled. She opened the door and stood 'etching while the girl ascended he stairs, for the hall was unllght- d and the troy heavy. "I'm safe," called a merry voice rom the topmost stair. Marcla came back Into the kltch- n. She finished preparing the lob- ter, straightened the silver on the able, and let in Prince Hal. Ten minutes passed I Fifteen! Half an hour went by. She fidgeted and stooped to pat tie setter. Then she went to the indow. Slowly the fog was llft- ng. By afternoon the weather •ould be line—just the right sort o get the boat off. She would go p the beach and watch the men •hlle they worked. The house was lose. She longed for air and the Ig reaches of the out-of-doors. A jingle of glass and silver! It •as Sylvia returning with the tray, ler eyes were shining. 'He ate every bit!" she cried. You should have seen him, Marcla. : would have done your heart good, he poor lamb was almost starved. He asked for you the first thing. I on't think he altogether liked your ot carrying up the tray, although f course, he was too polite to say o." "You explained 1 was busyi?" "Yes. But at first he didn't seem atisfied with the excuse. However, e soon forgot about it and became ay as a lark. I'm going back again or his wet clothes. U'e can dry hem here by the fire, can't we?" "Yes, indeed." "It's a pity there isn't a tailor at and. His suit ought to be pressed." "I can do It," Marcla declared ivlth eagerness. "I'm quite, used to iresslng men's clothes. I always iressed Juson's." This time the name dropped unnoticed from her lips. Indeed she vus not conscious she had uttered t. She was not thinking of Jason. Sylvia was glad Heath was asleep —very glad Indeed. She did not begrudge him a moment of his slumber. But what a delightful person he was when awake 1 His eyes were wonderful—so dark and penetrating. They bored right through you. And then he listened with such intentness, watching every curve of your Hps as If fearing to lose a word. Such attention was distinctly flattering. How Interested, for example, he had been In Marcia; In learning she had been married and now lived a widow In the old Daniels Homestead ! And what a host of Inquiries he had made about Jason—the sort of man he was' and how long ago he had died I Sylvia had not been able to answer all his questions, but of course she had asserted that Marcla had adored her husband, because—well, not so much because she actually knew It, as because widows always did. Certainly Marcla had declared she loved the Homestead so deeply she never Intended to leave It, and was not that practically the same thing as saying she loved Jason, too? Anyway, the thing that really mattered was Mr. Heath's Interest In her—Sylvia; in her trip east and her description of Alton City, the little mldwestern town which was her home. How he had laughed at her rebellion at being a school teacher, and how insidiously he had hinted she might not always be one! Oh, he knew what to say—knew much better than Blllle Sparks, the soda fountain clerk, or even Horatio Fuller, the acknowledged beau of the town. In fact he made both of them seem quite commonplace— even Hortie. Fancy it! Probably that was because he had traveled. Apparently he had been almost everywhere—except to Alton City. Odd he should never have been there when he had visited Just about every other corner, both of America and Europe. Not that he had deliberately said so. He was far too modest for that. It was while trying to find out where his home was that she had stumbled upon the information. And come to think of It, she did not know now where he lived, she suddenly remembered. She actually did not know whether he had a father or a mother; a brother or a sister. So occupied was she with her thoughts she had not thought once of Prince Hal. In fact she had supposed that he had gone up the beach with Marcla. Now she suddenly became aware that he stood sniffing about the hearth, scratching at Its surface as If he scented something beneath. "What Is It, Prince? What's the matter?" whispered she. Delighted to have gained her attention, the dog barked. "Oh, you mustn't bark, darling," she cautioned, muzzling his nose with her hand. "You'll wake Mr. Heath. Tell Missy what the trouble is. Do you smell a mousie under there?" For answer the dog wagged his tall. "I don't believe It," Sylvia de- mui;red. "You're only bluffing. Well, to convince you, I'll take up the brick." Fetching from the pantry a steel fork, she inserted the prongs In the crack and pried the offending brick out of Its hole. Instantly the dog snatched from the space beneath a handkerchief containing a small, hard object. Sylvia chased after him. "Bring It here, Hal. That's a good dog! Bring It to Missy." The setter came fawning to her side and unwillingly dropped his prize at her feet. As it fell to the ground, out rolled such a glory of jewels the girl could scarcely believe her eyes. There was a string of diamonds, dazzling as giant dewdrops; a pearl and sapphire pendant; several beautiful rings; and an oval brooch, Its emerald center surrounded by tier after tier of brilliants. Sylvia panted, breathless. She had never seen such gems, much less held them in her hands. How she longed to slip the rings upon her fingers and try the effect of the diamonds about her slender throat! Prudence, however, overmastered the Impulse. Marcla might return and surprise her at any moment. Before that the treasure must be returned to the place from which It had been taken. Gathering the rainbow heap together, she reluctantly thrust It Into Its blue leather case, snapped the catch, and placed It once more under the brick. Then with relief she stood UD and wiped the persplnuluu from her forehead. It was not until she was again In her chair, book In hand, nnd struggling to quiet her quick breathing that she discovered she still hold In her hand the hnmlkorchiof Hint had been wrapped about the jewel case. It was a man's handkerchief of flneft linen and one corner bore the embroidered Initials S. C. H. She had known It all the time! There was no need to be told the jewels were his. What puzzled her was when he had found time to hide them. He had not, so far as she knew, been left alone a moment and yet here was his booty safe beneath the floor. She rated It as booty, because there could be no doubt he had stolen It. He had stolen It from that Long Island estate, escaped In his speed boat and here he was— here, under this very roof I A robber—that was what he was! A robber—a bandit, such as one saw In the movies! That explained why he was so well-dre«sed, so handsome, had such fascinating manners. He was a gentleman burglar. It was exhilarating—wonderful! A thief In the room overhead 1 Think of It I The very thief for whom all the police In the countryside were searching I He was no small, cheap type of criminal. He did things on a big scale—so big that radio announcements had been broadcast about him and no doubt at this Instant detectives and crime Inspectors were chasing up and down the highways; dashing through cities; and keeping telephone wires hot In wild search for the gentleman asleep upstairs! Why, that very morning had not Elisha Wlnslow, the Wilton sheriff, who had frankly admitted he yearned for excitement, helped undress the wretch and put him comfortably to bed? The humor of the situation almost overcame her. It seemed as If she must have someone to share the joke. But no one should. No! Nobody should be the wiser because of her. The poor, hunted fellow should have his chance. It was a little venturesome and risky, she admitted, to obstruct Jus- .,j.*( "Here Goes Red Ridlnghood." tlce and should she be found out she would, without doubt, be clapped Into Jail. Still she resolved to take a chance. After all, who could prove she had known Stanley Heath to be what he was? Nobody. She would not even let him suspect it. The important thing was to await an opportunity and soon—before he was able to he, about—return the handkerchief she held In her hand to its place beneath the brick. Then all would be well. This should not be difficult. It would be quite easy to get Marcla to take up Mr. Heath's supper. In the meantime, the situation was Intensely amusing. Its danger appealed to her. She had always enjoyed hair-breadth escapades. Anything but dullness. That had been the trouble with Alton City—H had been dull—deadly dull. But Wilton was not dull. In spite of the fact that only this morning Elisha Wlnslow hud complained the town was in need of a stirring up, It seethed with electricity. If she chose, she could hurl a bomb-shell Into Its midst this very minute. But she did not choose. Instead, ahe Intended to play her own quiet game and keep what she knew to herself. She wondered why. Perhaps she was falling In love with this adventurer. Yes, that must be it. She was In love with him—in love with a bandit! Sylvia's imagination had traveled so swiftly and so far that It came to earth with a crash when Marcla opened the door. It was not alone the buffeting ot the salt breeze nor the exhilaration of walking against it that had transformed her into something radiantly lovely. From within glowed a strange fire that made her another creature altogether. "Why—why—Marcia I" breathed Sylvia, bewildered. "I've had such a glorious walk, dear!" cried Marcla. "The fog has lifted and the sky is a sheet of amethyst and gold." "Did the men get the boat off?" "Yes. She was floating tranquilly us a dove." "What is her name?" " 'My Unknown Lady.'" "Mercy on us! That ought to satisfy evon Kllshn." "It did," said Marcla. CHAPTER V. S YLVIA'S plans, so well laid and apparently so easy of execution, did not, to her chagrin, work out, for Instead of awaking and demanding supper, Stanley Heatli slept without a break until morning. Sun was tinting the lavender sands to rose and gliding the water with Its first flecks of gold when she saw Marcla standing at the foot of her bed. "Mr. Heath has a high fever and can scarcely speak aloud," explained she. "I'm'afraid he Is quite ill. I wish you'd call up Doctor Stetson." "Mercy on us!" The girl, drowsy and heavy-eyed, sprang out of bed. "I'll be down In just a minute," she exclaimed. "How do you happen to be up so early?" "I've been up off and on all night," answered Marcla. "Mr. Heath was restless and thirsty. About midnight I heard him tossing about, and thinking he might be hungry, l heated some broth and took it to him. He-declares he is going back to New York today." "But he can't—he mustn't." "He Is determined to. He says he has something very Important to attend to. Of course I have no authority over him, but perhaps Doctor Stetson can exert some." "I will call him right away." "I'll go down and start breakfast, then. Mr. Heath Is dozing. He has promised not to get up for at least an hour. We must have the doctor here within that time." "I'll tell him to hurry." Marcla tiptoed down the stairs. She glanced far up the shore and saw, serenely rocking with the tide, "My Unknown Lady." As she whispered the name, she was conscious of hot blood rushing to her cheeks. How ridiculous I Stanley Heath was simply a stranger of a night, he was nothing to her. Well Indeed was it, too, that he was not! During her hours of sleeplessness the ardor of her faith in him had, to a degree, cooled. True, she still maintained her belief in his innocence; but that belief, she now realized, was only a blind unfound- 'ed intuition. Both the circumstances and sober second thought failed to back It up. The man's impatience to be gone, his complete silence with regard to the jewels, although perfectly Justifiable, did not strengthen It. Marcia conceded he had every right to keep his affairs to himself. Had he started to confide his secret to her, she would have held up her hand to stay him. It was the fact that through the dim hours of the night, while she sat at his elbow trying to make the discomforts he suffered more bearable, he talked of almost everything else but the thing uppermost in both their minds. That was what hurt. She did not want to know. She wanted to be trusted; to help; to feel his dependence upon her. Instead he held her at arm's length. He spoke with appreciation of the crew who had dragged his boat off the sand-bar, appeared to consider them tremendously kind—as undoubtedly they were! Still, they had not begun to come Into the close contact with him that she had. Marcla caught herself up with a round turn. Here she was being sensitive, womanish. How detest°able! Why should Stanley Heath pour out his soul to her? She had never laid eyes on him until yesterday. In a day or two he would be gone never again to come Into her life. She was glad of it. It was better so. This decision reached, she drew in her chin, lifted her head a wee bit and begun to get the breakfast. Even Doctor Stetson's arrival and his subsequent verdict that the patient had bronchitis and would take his life In his hands should he leave his bed, afforded her only scant satisfaction. So she was to keep Stanley Heath under her roof after all — but against his will, it was not a very nattering situation. She sent Sylvia up with his coffee and toast, and hegnn her usual round of morning duties. And then just as they were fin Isiied and the clock was striking eleven, he called. She went up, cheerful but with her head still held high, and paused on the threshold. Glancing at her iie smiled. "You look like a bird about to take flight. Won't you sit down?" She went nearer. Nevertheless she did not take the chair he indicated. "I see you are busy," he said. "I thought perhaps your housework might be done by this time and you might have a moment to spare. Well, I mnsn't Interrupt. Forgive me for calling." "I haven't a thing in the world to do," Miirrlu hurst out. (TO BE CONTINUED) Whole-Wheat Bread "Invention- Wholewheat bread, although the first bread made, is often referred to as the •'invention" of Sylvester Graham, an American lecturer on temperance and food reform. "QUOTES COMMENTS ON CURRENT TOPICS BY NATIONAL CHARACTERS Opinions expressed in the paragraph below are not necessarily concurred in by the editor of this newspaper. OLD GUARD ASSAILED By WILLIAM E. BORAH Senator From Idaho. T FEEL that the Constitution affords *• ample power to deal with our economic problems. I should be greatly surprised to flud that the vast majority of the people do not feel the same way. But those who once were In a position to exercise these powers refused to act. Why then should we expect them to act if they should be given power again? They permitted monopolies to get control of practically our entire material wealth and to fix the prices which the people should pay. When the export debenture was offered by some of us, which In iny opinion would have gone far toward avoiding the crisis In agriculture, they rejected It. The only thing proposed was to plow up every third row of cotton and thus start a program of destruction In the face of want. As to bureaus and expenditures, they created bureaus without precedent. Heaven knows the Old Guard has little to offer In the way of a program except repentance, and no one would accept their professions. OUR FOREIGN POLICY By CORDELL HULL Secretary of State. /~\UR policy as a member of the ^^ community of nations should be twofold—first, to avoid being brought into a war and, second, to promote as far as possible the Interests of international peace and good-will. A virile policy tempered with prudent caution Is necessary If we are to retain the respect of other nations and at the same time hold our position of influence for peace and International stability in the family of nations. In summary, while our primary aim should be to avoid involvement In other people's difficulties and hence to lessen our chances of being drawn Into a war, we should, on appropriate occasions and within reasonable bounds, use our Influence toward the prevention of war and the miseries that attend and follow In Its wake. For, after all, if peace obtains, problems regarding neutrality will not arise. QUALIFIED NEUTRALITY By BERNARD M. BARUCH Former Chairman of War Industries Board. T AM sufficiently crass to say that •*• If cotton Is to be sold to a country from which It may find Its way into the hands of a belligerent, then America should have the right to sell tlint cotton unless and until every other country agrees to withhold Its supply. Look nt other countries who are selling or who have sold munitions and other supplies to both Italy and Ethiopia. Why should we continue to be the great international Fat Boy, at whose stick of candy other nations take an unwelcome bite? 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