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MAGAZINE PAGE. THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, Contract D. ©C., SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 1935. Who Are You? WOMEN'’S FEATURES. DAILY SHORT STORY. Ulility and Carden Smock * that N A BY BARBARA BELL. HE first hint of Spring sunshine makes most women ess for I a smock and a garden. Here is & lovely one of the apron type. It opens down the back and in the front has a panel with leats at the bottom. Narrow tle-| its, starting at the sides, keep the garment closed below the neckline | fastening. 1 Generously puffed sleeves, going | into saddle shoulders, are cut to fit over any garment and protect it. Patch pockets, big enough to hold miscellaneous effects, lend hip-line in- terest without appearing loose and bulgy. Any youthfully fashioned col- lar and cuffs give an expensive look- ing finish to neck and wrists. | Other uses, besides the garden for such a smock include morning wear | about the house and Bunday night | supper use. Two versions of lengths provide a choice. As a complete morning frock, the full length shown in the back view is perfect. For apron ‘wear, either one is good. The adorn- ing tie in front is a readymade wind- sor, put on purely for decorative pur- poses. Smock materials range from plain, conservative colors to extravagantly 3 P, F N | showy ones. Peasant prints, polka- dotted percales, canvas-textured cot- tons, seersuckers, cotton broadcloth, poplin and calico are moving in the best smock circles. Barbara Bell pattern No. 1524-B is designed in sizes 14, 16, 18, 20 and 40. Corresponding bust measures, 32, 34, 36, 38 and 40. Size 16 (34) re- quires 47 yards of 36-inch material; | a windsor tie, or 13 yards of wide ribbon. Every Barbara Bell pattern includes an illustrated instruction guide which is easy to understand. This pattern has appeared once be- fore in this column. Because of its popularity we are repeating it for the benefit of readers who did not see it. BARBARA BELL, ‘Washington Star. Enclose 25 cents in coins for pattern No. 1524-B. (Wrap coins securely in paper.) (Copyright. 1935.) mmgsx.s. | d s approaching e : 1t 1s a_duel to was' to have day, bu e his’ bride-to- | . to_accept Lascar's challenge. Mon- | ana does not know that the challenge ! Was a fake. coneocted by Mateo Rubriz to set Montana into Mexico. there to help Mateo recover the emerald crown of | Our Lady. stolen from the church by the Qovernor of Mateo's Frovince, The sheriff s Approaching on a steaming stop e duel. CHAPTER IX. FLIGHT. WOMAN screeched through the thick silence that covered | the town: “It's gotta be| stopped! It's murder! Two of God's creatures out there to murder—" The volce was muffied. A man could be heard to say, distinctly: “Now, Mame, don’t you go bein’ a | fool. The boys have gotta have their fun, don’t they?” ‘The hoofbeats from the rear must have rounded a corner. They seemed suddenly nearer. It seems to be a signal for Jack Lascar. The man seemed hungry for' the battle as he| Jerked out a gun. | The Kid made his draw in midstep. | He fired as his foot struck the| ground., Jack Lascar fired one bullet | into the air as he spun around. He| fell neither forward nor back, but in| 2 heap, and the dust washed up - around him as though the earth was | anxious to claim its own at once. With the fall of Jack Lascar there © came out of the watchers a deep, quick, animal sound. The lips of men + and women and children grinned . back suddenly as though there were something in the sight that filled ' them with a food of satisfaction, or - of horror. : 'The Kid went up to the body of . Lascor and put his foot brutally on * the shoulder of the man, and pushed him back so that he sprawled face « up. Then Montana could see that a . trickle of blood was still running down . the side of Lascar’s head—sure proof the fellow was not dead as| yet. Well, if that bullet had glanced, | it meant that there would be more trouble, great trouble, ahead of Mon- tana, orse to * ‘There was something more to be considered just nov;.h'n!ucdwu ::: persistent beating of hoofs down ° street and now rounding the last - cormer. So the Kid jumped Sally, . looking back as he jammed his feet - into the stirrups. And he saw the * sheriff come grandly around the next . bend of the street with his mustang - aslant, the dust spilling out sidewise slashing roofs, and the wind the dust still rising above the place where Jack Lascar lay, the man of the law shouted. His cry * was like the hoarse bark of a sea lion as he went for his gun. Montans did not try to get agay down the street. Neither did he the sherif?, because it was not $o shgot Instead, he sent the mare swinging over & four-foot fence and then crashing through tall shrubbery that closed over man and horse like water. The sheriff's bullets crackled through the brush; other bullets sang a smaller and a lighter note around the ears of Montana. But now he had to swerve the mare onto & back lane and sent her scooting. There was going to be plenty of trouble. He could hear the voice of it growl and howl through Bentonville. The lions had finished fighting and now the spectators would take part in a lion-hunt. Horses began to snort and squeal under the spur as men mounted and drove away in the pur- suit. Men yelled orders in voices that squeaked with excitement. The Kid smiled a little. His eyes filled with reminiscent pleasure. From his position the south trail was the best trall. He went straight for it, taking note how the mare carried her head high, moving it in observa- tion, keeping her ears pricked. She was iron-hard. The run from the ranch had not weighted her hoofs with the least weariness. The last house, the last barn, whirled away behind him. He was heading toward the of the south trail with the tumult of Bentonville drawing to a single head behind him, when he saw a man on a black horse riding furiously down the northern slope to head him off. There was still time to turn to the | left down a broken ravine, but though he might avoid one enemy in this manner, he would leave himself trapped for that pouring crowd whose horses were beating up & thunder behind him. Besides, he was in no mood to turn for one man or for two. So he drew a gun. The mare flowed beneath him like a current of a river; to shoot from | her back would be as easy as shooting from the deck of & ship. But then he saw that the stranger had neither drawn a revolver nor unsheathed the rifle whose holster slanted down under the right leg of the rider. It was a brown-faced Mexican, in overalls, with a tattered rag of a hat fluttering on his head. He was dressed like a peon, though he rode a horse fit for & King. Something in that contrast, and in the thick solidity of the fellow's shoulders, put knowledge in the eyes of the Kid. “Rubriz!” he shouted. of the Rio Grande.” The shouted Mexican music in the ears of Montana. added up the half of it, and found — BY P. HAL BIMS. Mr, Sims is universally acclaimed the greatest lving contract and auction player. He was captatn of the renowned “Four Horsemen" team, now disbanded, and has won 24 national champion- ships since 1924. These articles are based on the Sims system, which includes the one-over-ome principle, which the Sims group of players was the first to employ and develop. Shall We Protect? NY expert can get up a thou- sand hands illustrating the advantages of his system. “By means of & Northwest Egyp- tian coup,” says expert B, “South makes his contract of four spades. Purely incidentally, dear reader, this contract was reached be- cause of my superexcellent bidding methods.” I have tried to avold being dog- matic; saying that you should do thus and 80 on a certain hand. I like to use common-sense bidding. Naturally I get into trouble on & few hands. Who doesn't? One of the most criticlsed fea- tures of my “system” i my bellef in opening the bidding a stronger first and second hand; a trifle lighter third and fourth hand. I still main- tain that there will be more es and fewer “l:h taken if this & 10-x-x ¥ A-xexex-x ¢ Q-J-x-x & Ax If I were playing against two Blank system players and I held the North h:na. the bidding would presum- Al 3 ly go East. N 3 t, fi?um ‘slulnh 3 HE A East might bid four spades, which I would double, and set either 250 or 450 points. The players who actually played this hand, however, looked the idea of protection with ab- South, vulnerable, refused to open the bidding. The whole hand would have passed out, save for the fact that North, a trifle deaf, thought he heard West bid one club. Inci- dentally, that would have been my bid in his position. North “overcalled” with one heart, East bid two clubs and South, believing that his partner had opened fourth hand, jumped to four hearts. West put in another bid of which I approve—four spades— and North passed. This, to Bouth' mind, was a forcing pass. He re spected it by bidding five hearts. Much to North's surprise, no one doubled. Four hearts rests only on the heart finesse. Five—North must play the queen of diamonds through West and drop the ten spot. When that hap- pened, you could have knocked North over with a bed slat. ‘West. ' & 10-9-7-6 South bids and makes three no trumps. Not once, but twice, did it happen. The defense naturally got & little tangled up. (Copyright, 1035.) Mr. Sims will answer all inguiries on con= ract that are ad to this newspaper 1 t addresse self-addressed. stamped envelope. wil He smiled as he answered, “They hunt me, Mateo.” “They hunt you? Then they hunt us_both!” answered Rubriz. He turned in his saddle. Mon- tana knew what the Mexican wa seeing—the first riders out of Ben- tonville, lashing or spurring their horses, riding a race with the wicked joy of the man-hunt maddening their hearts. “They are coming like 10,000 devils!” shouted Rubriz, turning front sgain. “San Juan of Capis- trano, lame thelr horses, throw sand in their eyes. Hal, Montanal We ride our first trail together. They can never catch us. Not this black and not the mare—but I have & poor friend down the trail a few miles with only a mule to carry him. No horse would have the patience to carry the bulk of him. Look—there! —there! See him lumbering the mule, flopping his elbows!” Far in the distance Montana saw a figure that was huge even when it was far away—a long-robed friar on a jogging mule. The arms of the man flopped like clipped wings; his head was bare to that powerful sun. There was only a glimpse before & turn of the trail snatched the figure from view. The friar had, in fact, halted his mule, which turned sidewise as the | t00: rider stared behind him at the two fugitives and that rising dust-cloud from under which the horses of the men from Bentonville were darting. “Save yourself, thick-skull! Help yourself out of the way, half-wit!” shouted Rubriz, angrily. The man was much too far away ! to hear, but, as though he knew the meaning of Rubriz, he stared first into the depth of the gorge that fenced the trail on one side and then looked helplessly up the steep slope of the hill, which was littered with a vast strewing of boulders, big and small. Another bend of the trail shut out the view of the friar, but when he was seen again he had dismounted from the mule, which was picking at grass beside the trail, while the mas- ter clambered actively over the rocky junk-heap of the slope, looking too big to be human, against the sky. “That’s the best way for him,” said Rubriz. “What's he at, now? hR’:nlon, fool! Run on and save your e1” “We Like to Feel Superior to Girls,” Says Modern Youth—Have Girls Right to Ask for Dates?, mmm—lmlwmmgtzomdgowlmngm D many girls. I think I am speaking for all the other boys, as well a8 myself, when I say that we like to feel & little superior to girls in both physical and mental ability. If, therefore, a girl is as quick apprehend a situation as we are, we are robbed of the joy of explaining to her what it is all about. Perhaps muummn..mtufi,m prefer my girls to be loss capable and less wise than I. A.B.C. Answer: I am quite certain that you voice the sentiments of prace tically every son of Adam and that nearly every one of them does pre- fer the inferior to the superior woman. No. 2 grade of femininity in- stead of No, 1 grede, met.mmnvhnflummwamm They don't even want women who will walk abreast of them. The woman must walk about 3 feet in the rear, as the women in Orlental countries do when they go out with their lords and masters. You will find the same spirit among Western men. The average man wants & wife who is intelligent eno! to un- derstand what he says to her, but he doesn't want s wife who is cleverer than he or better educated. That is why a college degree is s matrimonial handicap and why the girls with good complexions have more dates than those with good brains. Men like girls who are good at athletic games, but woe be to the one who is better swimmer or golf player than the boy friend or who can trim at bridge. Bhe 18 left to play by her lonesome, THI only thing & man ever likes to hear his wife complimented for 1s her beauty, or being & swell dresser, or & good cook, or a good mother. He is sour enough if anybody congratulates him on having a wife who has wonderful executive ability or fine business sense, o Who is & champion in any line. Not only do men want thelr wives to be inferior to them, but In the sclentific studies of marriage, recently made, it has been conclu- sively proved that those families are happiest in which the husband is superior to the wife, and that the marriages in which the gray mare s the better horse are seldom successful. HIS i1s easily explained by the fact that & man's vanity requires him to have some woman to minister to it. He must have some woman who will prostrate herself at his feet and burn incense before him; some woman who will regard him as an oracle and gaze upon him’ with wondering eyes, while he explains in words of one syllable to her what this great wide world is about; some woman who will not dare to criticize him or even suggest that his judgment is not infallible, And, of course, he has to get a nitwit to fill this role, unless & woman is clever enough to disguise how clever she is and thinks it worth the trouble to let him think that he originated the ideas she put in his mind. THINK that men make a terrible mistake when they permit their egotism to keep them from marrying women in their own class. For it deprives them of the companionship that would be such a joy to them if they had wives wWho were as intelligent as they are and who were interested in the same things and with whom they could discuss books and plays and the burning topics of interest of the day. A very large percentage of the middle-aged men who wander away from their own firesides do o because they are bored at home. They married pretty little hen-minded girls, who were not and never could be any real company to them. And that is & high price to have to pay for the pleasure of looking down on their wives. And it is because men prefer women who are their inferiors that so many brilliant men have stupid children. They take after their mothers, DOROTHY DIX. * * % % JDEAR DOROTHY DIX—Our class in high school wants your opinion on the subject of whether girls have as much right to ask for dates as boys. THE CLASS. Answer: Of course, they have the right, but you will find out as you grow older that we women have a lot of rights that we cannot col- lect. In other words, there are many things which it is perfectly proper for us to do, but which it 18 not expedient for us to do. Especlally is this true in our relationship with the masculine sex. Theoretically, we have equal rights with men, but, practically, they have a thousand rights in which we do not share, and among these Is the privilege of making all the advances in courtship and marriage. A BOY picks out the girl he wants to take to a dance. Another girl may be dying to have him for her companion, and able and willing to supply the tickets and the car to go in, but she has to sit silent and suck her thumb. She can't say: “See here, Tom, you will have a lot better thme with me than you will with Mary Jane, who dances like a cow.” And perhaps Tom would have preferred to go with No. 2 if only he had happened to think of her. Later on, Tom marries some misfit girl, like as not, when the girl who would have made him a perfect mate is standing helplessly by, seeing him snatched out of her hands, as it were, because she couldn't pop the question to him. Women are wiser in love than men are. It makes more difference to them about getting the husbands they want than it does to men about getting wives they want. And there would be many more happy marriages than there are if women had the right to pick out their hus- bands, instead of just having to take what is offered. I believe this idiotic custom of giving women only the veto power in marriage is all wrong and should be broken down, and I am sure no better way could be found than for young girls to commence dating the boys. So g0 to it with my blessing. DOROTHY DIX. * K K % DIAR MISS DIX—What is meant by calling a woman a “clinging vine"? DAVID. Answer: A clinging-vine woman is one of the helpless sort who can’t stand on her own feet and who has no stamina or backbone. She is the kind of woman who is too shiftless and lazy to work, and who makes some man support her. She is often pretty and attractive, and appeals to & chivalrous man by her helplessness, but she generally ends, as the vine does, by choking him to death. DOROTHY DIX. (Copyright. 1935.) Nature's Children BY LILLIAN COX ATHEY. black and bitter, and eaten sparingly by birds and animals. Every country boy has sampled the rich, black ber- ries, but one taste has usually been enough. People who wish to plant the buck- thorn as an ornamental shrub seek the advice of nurserymen, who recom- mend this one. The hardy English shrub is a handsome, clean-leafed tree, with many thorns. In the Summer the berries are red, gradu- Common Buckthorn. Rhamnus Cathartica. HE buckthorns are really a val- uable family to cultivate. The berry of the French member of the family is used to dye Morocco leather a beautiful yellow, while the two members grow- ing in China supply painters with “China green.” Jujube paste is made from the fruit of another, and a med- icine is made from the one pictured here. The wood of the species grown in Europe makes a valuable charcoal for gunpowder. As you can see by its Latin name, this one’s fruit figures in medicine, and is often sold in the form of a sirup, though it is also made into tiny . It is claimed the birds flock to this “medicine tree,” and animals. In ancient literature, it is sald the “Lotus-eaters” ate the fruit of one of the buckthorns—and passed on to thelr reward. The common buckthorn has been used in many places as an ideal hedge shrub, especially in the East. It is not ambitious as to height, about 30 feet satisfying it, and it has crooked, spiny branches. The bark is smeoth and dark brown. It has the habit of cracking into thin strips, that slowly become rigid. The fruit is The Debunker BY JOHN HARVEY FURRAY, Ph. D. POLAR BEARS DO NOT SUFFER FROM HEAT IN OUR 2008 ally turning black as they get ripe. They are found clustered close to the twigs, where the flowers were seen in the Spring. ‘There are 60 specles of buckthorns, widely scattered in the Northern Hemisphere. There are a few trop- ical species, and representatives are to be found in Brazil and other places in South America. This tree is found from Puget Sound through California and east to Colorado and Texas. It varies greaf in size, and adapts itself to all man- ner of soll and climate conditions. In the canons of the Sierras it has even reached a height of 40 feet, and on bare, exposed mountain sides, and on the arid coast of California, it be- comes & low shrub. Usually, the pretty, elliptical leaves are evergreen, or partially so, and the fruit stays a bright red until it is almost ripe, when 1t is a glossy blacl (Copyright, 1935.) My Neighbor Says: PR E Y AR S o 8 A i T B L L B 8 L R ROl sl 8. LT 0 [ SRS St e - cording tY | kingdom of the mind, to the seat of I e e = o BY RUBY HASKINS ELLIS. Bhettield Tms surname was taken from the town of Sheffield, in Yorkshire, England, a town which still flourishes, which is produced, but is now more notable for Sheffleld University and other educational institutions. The Bheflields were ancient Dukes of Buckingham, a& duchy now extinct. They attained importance and power during the reign of Henry III (120%- 1272), when Sir Robert Sheflield was head of the family. Sheffields who came to America during the early period of colonization came to the New England States. Ed- mund Sheffield, a wheelwright, was the first settler. The son of Edmund and Thomazine Sheffield, he was born in Budbury, County Suffolk, in 1612, In he removed to Braintree, Mass., where he became a selectman and a member of the First Church of Roxbury. Jo- seph Sheffleld, brother of Edmund, settled in Portsmouth, R. I, in 1643, Others of the name settled in vari- ous sections of New England. of arms here displayed is ‘Ermine, a grifiin sergeant Child Feuds BY ANGELO PATRI. “[ JUST hate Jimmie. I wish I never had a brother.” “Now, Jean, stop that talk. Your brother is closest to you. You don't know what you are saying. Some day you'll be sorry for all this squabbling. Both of you. Mark my words. The day is coming when you'll give any- thing you own to see each other.” I hate him, and if you don't do something to make him leave me alone I'll do something to him to make him sorry.” “What has he done now?" “I was coming home from school and Sammy happened along and walked home with me. Then Jimmie saw him and he walked down the other side of the street, and he kept coughing and ahemming and calling, ‘Oh, you Jee-an, what I know about you. Don't walk so pretty. Putting on airs. Putting on the dog, just be- ocause your beau walks home with you.' All the way home he kept saying things like that. I just hate the sight gt‘m him and when I get hold of “He had no right to do such a thing and I don't blame you for being upset, but you know he didn't mean any- thing. He is just a boy, mischievous and spoiled, but he wouldn't do any- thing to hurt you—I'm sorry—" “Hurt me? What do you suppose he was doing it for? He wanted to| get even with me.” “What had you done to him?” “Well, nothing as bad as he did to me. I only took a note Lottie wrote to him and gave it to Sammie to; read—" “What did you do that for?” Oh, he’s too smart. I did it just to get even with him for something he did to me yesterday, but that doesn't give him the right to disgrace me on the street, does it?” “I give up. You seem to lie awake nights trying to even things up be- tween you. It has to stop somewhere. ‘When he comes in I'll have something to say to both of you—here he is.| Jimmie, I've just heard what you did | to your sister this afternoon—" “Yeh, but you don't know what she did to me—" “Yes, I've heard that, too. It is six of one and half a dozen of the other.| Now I want this understood: You let each other alone. Each of you mind your own business. The very next time that I know either of you to interfere or to embarrass the other I shall make that one a prisoner in his | own room for the whole of the week | end. I've come to the end of my en- | durance. The whole house is upset by | your nonsense and bad manners, You're giving yourselves a bad name among the neighbors. This ends it.” | Brothers and sisters quarrel and, they don't know why. By and by, when the years bring wisdom, they stop. Sometimes the seeds of bitter-| ness, sown in these squabbles, ripen | in old age with sad results. The best way is to check such squabbles ui promptly as may be. Separate the; contestants and keep them apart long enough to allow them to miss each other. Make squabbling inconvenient in its results and they will learn the sooner. (Copyright. 1035.) ——— Everyday Psychology BY DR. JESSE W. SPROWLS. Indirect Thinking. S!NCE Freud proposed his now fa- mous theory that the unconscious | is vastly more important than the con- | scious mind, psychology has experi- | enced a rebirth. Psychology now studies the by-paths of the mind— dreams, hallucinations, slips of the | tongue, memories, neurasthenia, in- sanity and hundreds of other curious mental behaviorisms heretofore but little understood. These by-paths, ac- to Freud, lead straight to the the soul. Emanuel Kant was able, by pure ab- straction, to get rid of his gouty pains. He said that the mind was a “thing in itself.” Lord Byron saw ghosts. Al- fred de Musset at times couldn't tell the difference between his day dreams and his word of reality. Sir Walter Bcott was often visited by “visions,” and could even summon them at will for literary purposes. Goethe occu- pied himseif for hours at & time watch- PIN M ONEY Listening to the Reading of the Will, Augusta Reveled in Her Son’s Good Fortune. BY STELLA SMITH. library at Hill- burst she was bathed in a warm, satisfying sense of {fruition. All had come about as she come to hear the reading of Nathan Chapman's will, and since the day of Reggie's birth it had been no secret that he was to in herit hin uncle' home here at Hill- hurst. At last! The years had been so long since her husband’s death. Long and hard! She hadn’t been poor, but she'd had to deny her- self and deny Reggle. Nathan had done very little for her, and he could | have done so much. It had béen bitter, but she had held her tongue, waiting for this day. Augusta knew that people were coming into the room and taking seats around her, but she didn't see them. Today Reggle became master | of Hillhurst and she its mistress. Poor, dear Reggle! Come into his own at last! It had been hard for him, too. Nathan had put him through col- lege, but had doled out his expense money with & sparing hand. Then he had insisted that Reggie get a job. The heir to the Chapman millions! That had been a mistake, for it was in the office where he worked that he met the Patterson girl. That girl! gratitude to think that Barbara Pat- terson had been disposed of. 8he had Nathan to thank for that. How much it had cost him she would never know. The little nobody! How infatuated Reggie had been! Augusta shivered as she remem- bered how frightened she had been when Reggle told her that he and to reason with him, to wear him down. The girl was common. Not in his class. But he had been ob- durate. It was the first time he had ever opposed her. Somehow today she felt that it was also the last. Things were coming her way. The attorney was sorting over pa- pers on the big desk. That was where Nathan had sat the day she came to tell him about Reggie and the Patterson girl. It would take money to buy her off, she had explained, and she had no money, as he well knew. “It's ro important that Reggie had reasoned, and Nathan had answered: “It's important that Reggie marry the right girl.” But it wasn't her plan that Reggie marry at all. He was hers and she iage him nicely. Perhaps some time, when she was much older, she'd pick out a wife for him. The right sort of girll Not one who worked in an office and sang in a church choir! That Patterson girl! Nathan had co-operated splendidly. He: had promised to see the girl, have a talk with her, then take steps he deemed necessary. Then that night! Reggie came home and she started the argu- ment as usual. “It's for your own good,” she always contended. Reggie i had left He Had Promised to See the Girl. thing, Augusta thrilled with | Barbara were engaged. She had tried | doesn't marry the wrong girl,” she | | meant to keep him. She could man- | had avolded her eyes as though he re ashamed. lease don't speak of Barbara again, mother. Uncle Nate has taken care of that mmat- ter.” What a relief that was! - W 5he fel’, Reggle's arm against hers, Yes, he had come to see it her way. never mens girl, K so kind and tene der, as If trying to thank her for / that adventuress. But she gave Na- than his due. He had been a prince. Idly she won- dered 17 Nathan her anye It didn'e matter. The de- | tails of the will didn't concern her very much. It was all Reggie's, and she would have the management o the estate. Practically! Augusta kept her head bent in a pose of decorous mourning as the room slowly filled. Bhe was soarcely listening when the attorney began to read, “Know all men by these presents—" She was busy planning changes at Hill- hurst, 8he would discharge the entire staff, she determined, as the lawyer read a list of bequests to servants. Why should he leave them money | that was _rightfully Reggie's? But that was Nathan! } “To Augusta Chapman, widow of my brother James"—Augusta pricked | up her ears—“the income of a trust fund.” Pin money! But sweet of Nathan! She smiled at the floor. That Kirmanshah rug was & beauty. The massive walnut furniture! 8She would brighten up the library with yellow draperies. Nathan had always been so conservative, “To my nephew, Reginald James Chapman, the sum of $5,000.” | Five thousand dollars! What was the man saying? A strange fear | almost suffocated her. What was it | all about? “To my dear young friend, Bar- bara Patterson, the residue of my estate, consisting of Hillhurst, all | other real estate, stocks and bonds, | money in bank——" Augusta heard no more, A Sort | of oblivion washed over her. Theh |she was aware that the reading of | the will was over. Well, they shouldn't see her dismay, her horror, her ter- ror. Her head came up and she looked straight into the eyes of Barbara Patterson. “The brazen | plece! Nathan! Taken in by a gold digger! Stealing Reggie's girl! All but on his deathbed!" Then Regeie's arm was around the girl and he was saying boyishly, “Mother, Barbara and I are going to | be married at once. We promised Uncle Nate. You heard the will? He practically demanded it.” Augusta felt nauseated. The way Reggie was looking at that girl! | “Uncle Nate was nuts about Bar- bara,” he went on. “You'll love her, (Copyright, 1038.) Tomorrow: “Attic Foray,” by Glenn R. Negley, depicts Prof. and Mrs. Brown in an anxious search for the | wedding present given them by their | unexpected visitor. Bedtime Wise Move. When caution whispers lend an_ ear, Lest failure to may cost you dear. —Old Mother Nature. G were hunting him scatter and after & time disappear in the woods. They didn't know they were hunting him. They thought they were hunting Reddy Fox, and it was well for Gray Fox that they did so. RAY FOX in an old hawk's pest up in a tree watched the Dogs and the men who | You see, Reddy 1s not a tree-climber, and high up in a big tree would be the very last place in the world that those hunters would think of looking for Reddy. None of them knew that Gray Fox, who does climb, had moved SO NOW HE MADE STRAIGHT FOR IT. into the neighborhood. Even if they Ihad known it tney wouldn't have looked in a tree for him, for as yet they knew not his ways. One Dog had persisted in standing on his hind legs and smelling the bark of that tree as high up as he could reach, but the scent wasn't strong enough for him to be sure that any one was up that tree, and 80 he did not bark. He was a good Coon Dog and his master suspected that a Coon might have come out for & Midwinter look around and climbed that tree. The nest was just the place that a Coon might take a rest in. In fact, it seemed to that hunter that he could see something gray up in that nest and had it not been that they were Fox hunting he would have sent a charge of shot up through the bottom of that nest. No sooner was the way clear than the curious ocular spectra which Stories BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. baying as only Hounds cam as they followed that fresh scent. But it was a short run, for, of course, it ended at that hole in the ledge. The baying of the Dogs changed to sharp bark- ing as they gathered around that hole. | Presently the hunters gathered there, and a disgusted lot they were. “Never knew a Fox to hole up so soon. He didn’t give the Dogs any | kind of a run,” said one. | “And there is no getting him out of | there,” said the farmer whose hens | Gray Fox had killed. “This hunt is over almost before it had begun. I'll come back later in the day and set some traps. That fellow is & pest. There 18 no knowing how much dam- | age he may do if we don't get him ! and get him soon.” | To this the others agreed. Oould Gray Fox have understood what they sald he would also have understood what & mistake he had made by kill- ing all those hens at one time. He had aroused the anger of all the farm- | ers around and now they would hunt him until they got him or drove {him away. It was a mistake his ! cousin, Reddy Fox, never would have made. After a while the hunters started for their homes, their Dogs with them. The one who had been so interested in that hawk's nest went back that way. When he reached the tree he looked for that patch of gray that he thought he had seen, but it was not there now. Just then his Dog picked up the trail of Gray Fox where he had jumped from the tree. The hunter fired two shots up through the nest just to make sure and then followed the Dog. “There was a Coon up there,” sald he to himself, “and he came down after we left. He went straight to his den in that ledge and that is what is in there. It isn't a Fox at all” (Copyrisht, 1935.) Sonnysayings BY FANNY Y. CORY.