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~~ | } {| } } } i Ege geens ~»———- t & tol he De) cello: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 1 PAGE By Elean ' Copreten:, ivi, HIS ty moving time in New York and the suburbs, so a few hints! that will help save a good deal time may prove helpful. To avoid delay in getting ettled | have everything possible cleaned be- | fore moving. Send the rugs to the cleaners and have thern returned to the new address. it the furniture needs repairing send it away also be- fore moving day. The day before you Move send postal cards to all firms with whom you have dealings, the milkman, grocer, luundry, butcher, jeeman, &c., notifying them of your change of address. It is a good plan also to ask the postman to supply you with @ printed form with which to notify the Post Office of your intended change of address and to send postal earde to the publishers of all maga. sines to which you subscribe con- taining your old address for identifi- cation with a note of the date of re- ‘moval to the new address. Don't for- get to put the names of the gas and @lectric light companies in a promi- nent place on your list of notifica- tions, State the time that you wish the connections made in your new home and see that the company dis- connects the lighting and heating fix- tures of your old home, #o that you will not have to pay for the gas and electricity used by the incoming ten- Dts for the first few days. Barrels are better than boxes in which to pack all breakablo articles, and if they are to be sent to a store- house or shipped by rail a little extra Precaution in packing will be well paid. Before putting anything Kis the barre! always make sure that the RAP all canned fruit and vege- tables in paper, Exposure to light will bleach them and is Mable to destroy the food value, Fried fish will not be greasy if you have the fat very hot before put- ting in the fish, A biue smoke will arise from the fat when it is right! for frying. A whole pumpkin is usually too much for a pie for the small family, ‘What is left may be canned for fu- ture purposes. If you do not care to| do this pour melted parafin over the, eat surface and it will keep nicely until wanted. ob tes Rub the chicken or turkey inside and outside with lemon, It will make the meat white and it will be juicy nd tender, If you add a piece of fat about the @izo of a walnut when boiling greens the water will not boil over, When the glass stopper will not come off the bottle rub a little vase- line over it. Glass dishes will not crack when Pouring in @ hot liquid if the dish is set on a hot cloth. Another pre- ‘vention ig to put a silver spoon into the glass or dish before pouring in ‘the hot fluid. When washing delicate fabrics quch as organdy, lace, &., use a Little sugar in the rinsing water instead of starching them. When you wash the white veils the above method ‘will restore them to their original crisp- ness, if the leuther-bound books show Fase an enna ean ANSWERS TO YESTERDAY'S Kwiz. 1.—Hell Gate is the name applied to @ rocky part of the East River above Blackwell's Island. 2—Christie Mathewson is a fumous Dbuseball pitcher, now a member of the New York Giants. &—Charles Evan Hughes, a Now York ettorney, « Republican, who was a candidate for President in 1916. | 4—A jinx is the slang exp misfortune or il luck, b—An isthmus is a narrow neck of land sepapating two large bodies of Water, ssion 6—Charles Dickeus wrote “Pick- & Wick Papers.” 7-—Madame Du Barry wns the mis- tress of King Louis the Sixteenth, and during her period a certain style of architecture obtained and ex- | ists to this d. $—Havre is a port in France, con- spicuous because all British boats, from Dover, make that Port. pleted sentenc is “AS a term applied to! who |e accred- vepresentative, A diplomat d because of the entente to preserve bet the ited as a. necessary nations of the world. NEW QUESTIONS. © Chapman Catt? Westiningrer Abby is "The double ring cere- mytholosieal who T—What is 1 8—How m. in the eontinen What {3 a “Jobber W—Who was Goorge W. Childs? v M oving Made Easier by The Prese Publishing Go, Suggestions That Will Save Time and Confusion. of Confusion incident to this trying! The Housewife’s Scrapbook. ot Clapp (The New York Rvening World). | hoops are tight and the bottom of the barrel firm and strong. Then make a cushion either of excelsior or ton newspapers at the bottom and wrap each plate and saucer in several lay- ers Of paper and stuff the inside of each cup and pitcher before wrapping with torn pieces of papor. Pile the Plates and saucers one on the other according to size. Put the heaviest pieces at the bottom of the barrel and fill in all the crevices between the | dishes with wads of paper. Don't load the barrel quite full, but cover the top with @ soft wadding of paper and then fasten a piece of burlap tightly over this with an extra hoop ur a plece of heavy twine, This insures the con- tents being kept right side up. It is better to pack books im several ‘small boxes than in a large one, as these are easter to handle and more convenient for unpacking. Small pic- tures should be packed in boxes if they are to be carried any distance, but for @ short move all that is neces- sary is to fasten them tightly together in bundles, placing them face to face to protect the glass, It is @ good plan to prepare a basket of food, enough for the entire day, unles you intend to send the family to 4 restaurant on moving day. Hot cof- fee or tea can be carried along in a) thermos ‘bottle, and wil! be found most refreshing and sustaining by the tired housekeeper, Pack in another basket enough china and linen, spoons, knives and forks, the coffee pot and a small saucepan for heating food, as it is most confusing to try to get meals in a new place unless you Rave, some kitchen utensils right at and, wear take the of egg and | Water in equal proportions and beat j them together thoroughly. Apply this mixture with a soft orush or flannel and when perfectly dry polish with @ clean piece of flaniel, |, A nice rag rug can be purchased | for a dollar, These wash well and are just the thing for the kitchen and bath-room, A rag rug under the dining table during meals will save the large rug considerably, Rinse the lamp chimney in am- monia water, then dry with a soft cloth and polish with tissue paper, This will give you a sparkling chim- ney, S | it fish to freshen | ¢ the fish skin side up in the! When soaking s: It plo water, UNTIL “THE Cost OF LIVING CONES DOWN and (Copyright CHAPTER XY, IMMIE DALE flung himself back on the seat of the big touring car, It was an address, the Palace Saloon on the Bow- ery, that he had often given Benson, It was only @ short distance to the Sanctuary—down the cross street, a turn into another only to emerge again on one that paralleled the first, and then Jimmie Dale, walking slowly now, was sauntering along an ill- lighted thoroughfare fanked on either side with a miscellany of small shops and tenements of the cheaper class. In an instant he had gained the loose board in the high fence; and in anothe:, pressing close to the rear wal! of the tenement, he bad reached the little French window that gave on the dingy courtyard. There was an almost inaudible sound, a faint metallic snip, as, kneeling, his fingers loosened the hidden eatch beneath the sill—and the window on well- oiled hingos swung silently inward, and closed as silently again behind Jimmie Dale as he entered, Under the light, Jimmie Dale un- folded tho paper, his face hardening suddenly, It was not like any note she had ever written him before— there was no white envelope here, no paper of fine and delicate texture, no ink-written message carefully penned; instead, evidence enough of her desperate haste, the desperate circumstances probably under which she had written it, the message was na torn plece of brown wrapping per, and the words, in pencil, were rawled in hurried, broken sentences, 1910, by the G * * T did not mean to bring you into the shado * but | there is another life, not mine, at |sinke * * * T have no right to do anything else * * * if I intervened, or gave warning, the evidence that will convict Clarke's agent, and will ‘convict Clarke through the agent, is jlost * * © that is why, In spite of all, Lam writing this * * © do you lunderstand? * * * for three nights he disappeared, and somehow, I do not yet know how, evaded me in the jdaytime * © © no trace, just as I boileved I had the man through whom Clarke is working trapped. * I dared not take the chance of giving up watch for an instant * * * did not know about this afternoon until an hourago * * ® toolate * * © Jathan Lane's murder at tho hank * * ® Kianner, the janitor of the bank * * © very fair hair, scar on left «cheek bone * * * worked at night * ® * under passage from |private office * * * blackjack with | which murder was done, document |and money in Klanner's room * * * unmarried * * * lives in rear room, | first, floor of tenement at * ¢ you must get the evidence * * * junto Caesar! * * * ship chandler's store, junk shop * * * Larens, Joe Larena, the hunchbi | Clarke's agent * * ¢ Aoere gnur- up their tracks * arke throngh runchback 1 squeal if he sees no eo * * * Kianner's of room @t once * * * Klanner with exe way By Maurice Ketten | Good Nicer! TA M BEATING jorge M, Doran Company.) Kid Greer will be at Baldy Jack's at 0 o'cloc ° © will stop at Dotbing. °° ® innovate Syetander ¢ © * document of internation: importance * * * gold and details at ‘ederal authorities, not the police * * * will see that Secret Service men get, tip wnere to raid at midnight * under the = sail cloth in left corner * * © Under the slouch hat, pulled far down over his eyes, Jimmie Dale's brows knitted into a frown, It was true then, and his intuition had not been at fault! It was Clarke who had planned the murder and robbery at the bank that afternoon—and Hunch- back Joe, Clarke's familiar, and his accomplices who had carried It out. Jimmie Dale had halted now to survey his surroundings, and, his eyes grown accustomed to the dark- ness, he could make out a door open- ing on the small yard in which he stood, and to the right of the door an unlighted and closed window. That was Klanner’s window. The picklock was back in his pocket, and, in its place, his fingers closed around the stock of his auto- matic, A shadow showed around the corner of the bullding, queer, twisted, misshapen shadow—it was followed by another. Jimmie Dale drew in his breath softly. Hunchback Joe! From somewhere in the distance came the roar and rattle of an ele- vated trafn; from a neighboring tene- ment came the strains of a wheezy phonogruph, The figures were at the rear door of the tenement now. A minute passed; the door opened, closed, the two figures had disap- peared—and then, in a flash, Jimmie Dale had straightened up, and a steel jimmy was working with deft, silent speed at the window sash. There came a faint sound from within—the creak of a slowly opening door, # step across the floor, then the flare of a match, and the light in the room went on. Jimmie Dale was drawn back now against the wall at one corner of the window, lis eyes on a level with the sill, He had made no mistake about that misshapen, twisted shadow—it was Hunchback Joe, Jimmie Dale's eyes travelled to the hunchback’s companion—and narrowed as he rec- ognized the other, The man was well enough known in the underworld, a hanger-on for the most part, a con- firmed hop-fighter, though when not under the influence of the drug he was counted one of the cleverast sec- ond-story workers and lock-pickers in the Bad Lands—Hoppy Meggs, they called him “My Gawd!" said Hoppy Meges in fervent admiration, a8 he looked at the trunk, “Yes,” said Hunchback Joe—and the snarl was back in his voice, “And now you see to It that you've got the rest of what you've got to do straight It won't pay you to make mistakes Let the Mole’s crowd start somethin before you pull the lights—it’s got to look like a drunken row where the bystander, wilh nobody but himself to blame for being in such @ place as that, accidentally gets his! And you tip the Kid off again to leave Klanner by his lonesome at the table before the trouble starts, or he'll get in bad himself, ‘The Kid can pull @ fake play to make up with some moll across the room. Klanner’s no friend of his, he never saw the man before— you understand ?—just ran into him outside the dance hall, if any ques- tions are asked, But I don't want any questions, and there won't bo any if he plays his band right. Tell him I said his job's over once he has Klanner inside—and to stand from under, Get me? “Sure!” said Hoppy Megss. “Well, we'll beat it, then, Hunchback Joe. The room was in darkness again, Jimmie Dale crouched further beck along the wall, The rear door opened, two shadows emerged, passed around the corner of the tenement—and dis- appeared. ‘The minutes passed, five of them, and then Jimmie Dale, too, was mak- ing his way softly along the areaway to the street, He made his way to a dance hall, Jimmie Dale strolled forward up the hall, and, as though deliberating over his selection of a seat, paused by the table. The man looked up. There was a long, Jagged scar on the other's right cheek bone, It was Klanner, Jimmie Dale pulled out a chair at a vacant table directly behind the other and sat down A waiter, In beer- spotted apron and balancing a drip- ping tray, came for his order. “Sudsl"” said Jimmie Dale, lacon- snapped feally. It was 10 o'clock now, time that yes, the game was on—now! A man, that be recognised as one of the Mole’s gunmen, bad dropped into a seat @ couple of tables away from Kianner, Where there was a clear space between the two men. ‘There Was a sudden jostling among the dancers on the floor—then an oath, rising high above the riot of talk and laughter—a swirl of figures—a medley of shouts and women's screams, drowning out the squeak of the mu- sicians’ violins and the thump of the tinny piano, Jimmie Dale's jaws locked hard to- gether, There was a struggling, furi- ous mob at the lower end of the hall— but his eyes now never left the gun- man two tables away. Klanner, in dazed amazement, had half risen from his scat, as though uncertain what to do. This was Hoppy Meggs' cue, wasn't it?—those shots there, aimed rf BY FRANK L PAC ae ADVENTURES”: Jinazin at the floor, had only been to create the panic. ere was to be another shot that— The hall was in sudden darkness. With @ spring quick on the instan' Jimmie Dale was ‘upon Klanner’s back, hurling the man to the floor. “Quick!” Jimmie Dale breathed in Klanner's car, He was half lifting, half dragging the man along. “Quick —get your feet, man! Those running in the same di- rection turned off from the lane at the first cross street; but Jimmie Dale held to the lane, and It was three blocks away from Baldy Jack's before he stopped. Klanner was panting from his ex- ertions. “My God—what's {it mean?” he gasped. “I—I thoughd I saw ar volver in that man's hand, the fel- low next to me, just as the lights went out.” “You probably did,” said Jimmie Dal y grimly, Y: id Klanner, a little dully. “Well then,” suid Jimmie Dale quietly, “get out of this neighborhood for the night. Don't risk recognition while the chase Is hot. Go uptown somewhere to any hotel you like, and stay there In your room, You can go to work Just as well from t! the morning. Got any money “Yes,” said Klanner slowly. I got some money—and J guess you're right. Say, who are you anyway? You seem to have a line on this sort of thing, and 1 guess I owe you a whole skin. If you hadn't——” ‘I'm @ man in a hurry,” said Jim- _ mie Dale whimsically. CHAPTER XVI. WENTY minutes later, well along the Fast River front, in an unsavory and deserted neighborhood, Jimmie Dale was crouched before the door of a smal) building that seemed built half on the shore edge and half on an,old and run-down pier that extended out into the water, The building itself was little more than @ storage shed, and originally had probably laid claims to nothing more pretentious— to-day it served as warehouse and office for Hunchback Joe's “business,” and, above, for Hunchback Joe's liv- ing quarters, Jimmie Dale's hand stole into his pocket, produced a black silk mask, “The Voice in the Fog” By Harold McGrath Kitty Killlgrew and Mrs, Crawford, American women in their cabs. an English title and some priceless gem: are robbed of their jewels while in London, Webb, who inherited , is suspected of the robbery, Webb and Kitty learn to love one another, and—— Begin This Story Monday adjusted the mask over bis face—and then the deft, slim fingers were at work with @ little steel instrument on the door lock. A moment more, and the door swung silently inward, slow= ly, inch by inch, Ho listened intent- ly. There was no sound. He atepped inside, and silently closed and locked the door behind him. If Hunchback Joe had not returned yet, it was quite necessary that Hunchback Jog should find the door as he had ieft it-- locked! Again Jimmie Dale lastened and then the ray of his flashlight circled the place. Jimmie Dale returned now to the front of the shed, “Under the sail- cloth In left corner,” she had written, Yes, here it was! ‘He stouped down, @ twisted smile on his lips, and, tak ing from his pocket the packet of papers and the blackjack, tucked them under several folds of the cloth. He went back into the office, ai sat down in @ chair beside the table where he could command the door, The silence was oppressive, heavy: it seemed to palpitate in rhyth with the lap of the water against the pier, The minutes dragged by, an- other five of them—and then sudden- ly Jimm‘e Dale sat rigidly forward in his chair, The front door had not been unlocked or opened, but there was the sound of a footstep new— from the rear section of the shed, where there had appeared to be no entrance! The footstep came nearer =-the door of the partition opened— there was the click of the électric- light switch—the light came on—and then a low, savage, startled oath came from the doorway. Jimmie Dale did not move—his au- tomatic was covering the misshapen, toad-like flgure of Hunchback Joe, as the other stood fust inside the rocm, For a moment neith then Hunchback Joe i denly in cool © “What's the g "he demanded, "You don't need any mask on here- deal with your kind every day. What do you want?” Jimmie Dale rose to his feet “This--to begin with!" he said and, crossing the room, felt through the other's pockets, and possexved himself of the man’s revolver, “Now go over there, and sit down at that table!” Hunchback Joe laughed contempiu- ously again, as he obeyed there was a hint’ of deadly mendce in his voice a8 he spok: "You blot on God's earth!” he said hoarsely, ‘That's enough of Chat! The buttons are off the foil to-nignt, Hunchback Joe!" “Well--Hunchback Joe fumbling for his words—" hesitated, we're doth tarred with the same brush, orly you're worse than I am, I've xot to pay your price, of course. Make it reasonable haven't got all the money in the world, Tell me where those things are, and name your fig- aa My figure’—Jimmie Dale was clip- ping off his words—"is a little in formation, A trade, Hunchback Joo— mine for yours, I want to kw where Peter Marre, alias Clarks, a” (Coperiant, Thimble-Nimble t t while. wailing ever since.” Caterpiiiar monster, were off, QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. Q. When was the Kiddie Klub founded and by whom? A. May 1, 1916, by the New York Evening World, Q. How many members has the Klub? ‘A. A good deal over 100,000. On account of new mombers being en- rolled every day it is impossible to state the exact figure, by the time it could be printed tt would be In- correct, Q. May we atill contribute to the Klub's French Orphan Fund? A. Yeu, indeed, The need in France Is still too great for us to withdraw our help now. The six dear little cousins we have over here need our kindness ay much as ever. cB THE GARDEN, Last spring I made a garfen Within a little di And the lakelet in that dell was clear As water In a well, jes made the first row, Baihgepenrs old, and white, And next there came the roses red ‘And the tall sunflowers bright. Oh, I love alt the flowers ‘That made up my From the lovely, Sy forced pu pansies To the rose and maidenhair, By KATHRYN PERSON, aged twelve, New York City, Hunchback Joe drew back from the table with a jerk. The whiteness in his face had changed to an unhealvby, He shook his head. leaden gray ringing. Hunchback Joe, he pulled the instru- ment uae Rg = Hfted the re- ceiver from the hoo! “Hello! ho said grufly, “What's wanted?” A voice responded in feverish ex- cltement: “Say, dat youse, Joe? Dis Is Hoppy Meggs. Bay. de fly cops has got tipped off; dey’re on de way ‘lowa to yer place now. Youse want to beat it on de jump!" ‘There was a scream of ungovern: ble fury, the crash of the toppling twble, and, reaching out with both hands for Jimmie Dale's weapon, Hunchback Joe burled himself for- ward—but quick as the other was, Jimmie Dale was quick id with hia left hand, palm open, pushed full into the man’s face, he flung the other k. And then there came a cry—a cry in a woman's voice: “Marre!” It was the Tocsin's voice from the the rear doorway of the office. It was her voice; Jimmie Dale could never mistake it even in its startled cry— ii The aia . S Kiddie Klub [forner Conducted by Eleanor Sahorer |. by The Press Publishing Co, HE ANT CASTLE |was being desieged! Soldiers driving off the enemy. stayed to seo the hordes of wee crea- had wrecked their home. watching the ants turn to and begin building up the tiined section there was a rustle in the ¢ down their homes hereafter, will you?” fully. lve among the ; littler It will make you more respectful of them add more kind. look at the damage done by that boy who passed through here.” Nimble continued pointing to the footprints of the “Quaint Boy” whom Romp and Rufit had released from his enchantment. he has done? He has stepped on the wife of the Catawauling-Caterpillar Dragon, and the beast has been keeping the community awake with his Romp and Rufit could not help being concerned over the calamity and even feeling somewhat responsible, so they offered to accompany and to assist Thimble-Nimble on his pertlous mission to kill the Catawauling- Straightway three stout aero-moths were prepared for flight, Romp, Rufit and ‘Thimble-Nimble jumped aboard, and in a twinkling (To Be Continued.) { Cousin Eleanor’s Klub Kolumn (The New Moat World Turns Up Again. and ant workers joined in Romp and Rufit ures drive off the! big, clumsy cow who intruded upon their peace and As they stood «nearby and he volee of Thimble-Nimble sald: “You won't be so quick to break Ni answered the children truth- “Well, it won't hurt you @ bit to creatures a Now Thimb! “Do you know what COUSIN ELEANOR, { FLANDER'S DEAD, Yo Flanders dead who rest Now that the bloody war has ceased, Sleep on in graves ‘neath poppies red, Men who earned that 1 bed. Sleep peace, O men who fei! ‘Midat ‘wmokes and death and battle yell; We've lifted up your torch on high ings now cleave the And bg) KATHRYN PERSON, aged ve, New Yark City. THE THE RPARTH'S NEIGHBOR. B; tw Rr. “How | it My Vacation.” By M. STRACK, aged fourteen, Brooklyn, N. ¥. SEPTEMBER WRITING CONTEST. PRIZE of; four Thrift Stamps A (the equivalent of $1) will be awarded each of the eleven Kiddie Klub members, aged five to fifteen inclusive, who writes the best and truest acoqunt of a dream in his or ber age ¢lass. Fach will write a true and full ac-" count of the last dream that they can remember, and those whe are too little to their dreams may tell them to thefr mammas, wae eet wil certainly be happy to write out for their own little wading A certificate from the guardian of the soatqatants, as that the composition Is to the of their passe cra, must ac: company each composition ory exceed 150 words. state NAME, and CERTIFI- Rey “No Lo) Park A World Kiddie Row, New York City. HOW TO JOIN THE KLUB AND OBTAIN YOUR PIN. ber Tout out is" of the ee” ne * ota “Klub Pin” NDA Ail children up 09 sintera pears of age may become members. GiR"S Shter"ng Bub Pia’ asd membersly certificate, but he did not look, His eyes were | on the man who was standing on the | other side of the overturned table, whose beard where he, Jimmie Dale, had grasped the other's face had been wrenched away, and whose shrunken figure seemed to tower up now in height, and whose deformity was « padded coat, awry now because of the erect and upright posture in which the man stood. [t was Clarke, the master of disguise, who once h personated Travers, the chauffe was Marre-—Wizard Marre. There was a ghastly smile on the man's face. “Marre,” he said. “Yes—Matre But you never knew it, did yor LaSalle—until now! Well, now is time enough for you, and far too soon for met" He flung out his hand in “a queer, impotent gesture, as he threw back his shoulders. “But 1 would like to be thought a good lose) T, 1 congratulate you, Miaa LaSalle Again his hand was raised in ge ture—and with lightning swiftn before Jimmie Dale could intervene swept to his vest pocket and was car- ried to his mouth, “And so I drink to your success, and— A glass vial rolled away upon the floor—and Jimmie Dale, with a bound, had caught the swaying figure in his arms. There was a tremor through the man's form-—then inert- ness. He lowered the other to the ground, Wisard Marre was dead, It was the colorless liquid of the old Crime Club, instantaneous in its ac- tion. “Jimmie! Quick! Quick!" she cried, “The Secret. Service men! Quick! This Don't you hear them? way!" ‘There was a crash, a pound upon the atreet door, She had caught his hand and was pulling him forward Bow owt into the rear of the shed. coupon wo. HBB _ There was a light from the office doorway—enough to see, One of the packing cases was tipped over, and, on hinges, made trap door. A’ short ladder let downward to where a few feet below two boats were moored. “L came this way. | followed him,” she sald. "Quick —Jimmie!"" {ft took an instant, no more, to swing her through the opening, but as he lowered her down and her bair brushed his cheek, there came # quick halt sub to Jimmy Dale's lips, “Marie!” he ‘Whispered. “Marie-—~ at last Camo the rip and tear and rent of wood, the thud of a falling door from the front of the shed, the rush of feet—but Jimmie Dale was in the boat now, and the packing case above, was swung back into place, “Right ahead, Jimmie: she breathed, “The planks at the end of the pier swing aside—yes, there—no, a little to the right—yes!” The boat shot out Into the river— farther out--and the pier and shed merged into the shadows of the shore ling and were And then Jimmie Dale Jet the oars swing loose, She was crouched bottom of the boat beside him, bent his head until his lips touel her hatr, and lower stilt until Lo lips touched hers. And @ tim passed, And the boat aritted on. And he drew her closer into bis arma, and held her there, She was safe now, safe fot alway#—and the road of fear lay bon) a night there see! quiet, and a thankfulness, apd a wondrous peace, And the boaf drifted ce nd neither Gere going home, ries) 4 4