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I « cate entree and one which can be easily made and is bound to please the family. To make the preparation extra simple start with a can of mixed vegetables. It may be one canned especially for salads or soup. Drain the liq uid from the vegetables, but do not throw it away as it contains good food value. Chop the vege tables rather fine, or mash, which ever seems easier to do. A little suspicion of freshly grated onion is good to add to the vegetables if the family likes the flavor, and surely they do. Vegetable Fondue. 1 teaspoon grated onion Tew graina cay- 1 cup milk 1 cup soft bread crumbs tt teaspoon salt 3 tablespoons butter enne 1 No. 2 can mixed vegetables 3 eggs Scald milk in double boiler, add bread, butter, cayenne and salt. Remove from the fire and add the onion and mixed vegetables. Beat in the egg yolks and fold in the egg whites which have been beaten until stiff. Pour the mixture into a greased baking dish and bake in a moderate oven (350 degrees) until it is firm in the center, or about 40 minutes. When the fon due is done the mixture will not adhere to a silver knife when in serted in the center. Serves 4-6. Crisp bacon and spiced peaches would be good to serve with the fondue. The peaches come all spiced in cans, too, so they do not mean extra labor. MARJORIE H. BLACK Ask Me Jlnoilier A A General Quiz 1. What is the Maelstrom, and where is it? 2. Why does a star precede the number on some United States currency? 3. Are the Niagara falls moving .steadily upstream? 4. What is the average thickness of hippopotamus hide? 5. Has any woman received the Nobel prize more than once? 6. What > besides chameleons change their color? 7. What is a scaramouche? Answers 1. A celebrated whirlpool or Violent current in the Arctic ocean near the western coast of Norway. 2. It indicates that that is a substitute bill issued to replace one that was defective. |3jS 3. The brink of Niagara falls is receding or moving back at the average of 2% feet a year. 4. Two inches. 6. In 1903 Mme. Curie received the Nobel award in physics jointly with her husband. In 1911 she was awarded the Nobel prize in chemistry. 6. Certain frogs and fishes. 7. A ne’er-do-well. » — "T- — Don’t Neglect a Cold Rub soothing, warming Musterole well into your chest and throat. Musterole is NOT just a salve. It’S a ‘‘counter-irritant” containing good old-fashioned cold remedies— oil of mustard, menthol, camphor and other valuable ingredients. That’s why it gets such fine results —better than the old-fashioned mus tard plaster. Musterole penetrates, stimulates, warms and soothes, help ful in drawing out local congestion and pain. Used by millions for SO years. Recommended by many doc- ton and nurses. All druggists’. 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Two hours later they came upon Van Suttart’s damaged car and ex amined it with interest; soon after ward they arrived at the rope bridge, crossed it successfully and headed for the hacienda’s nearest gate. Not until the two strangers were within a stone’s throw of the outer wall did Joyce recognize the taller of the:'-: and utter a cry. Accompanied by Dirk she dashed down to the great co'irt and with his help opened the ze^uan and then the outer gate. She held out both hands, her eyes shining with welcome. “How on earth did you get here? You haven't walked all the way, have you?” Arnaldo had raised his hat. He dropped it on the ground, took her hands, gave her a gleaming smile, nodded at Van Suttart, shrugged his shoulders and pointed backward with his chin. It was as though he had spoken, told them in so many words where, how and v-hen his car had been ditched. “So you changed your mind,” said Dirk. “Yes,” said Arnaldo. “Something happened to make me change my mind.” “What do you mean?" asked Joyce. “What are you two talk ing about?” “I asked Arnaldo to come with me,” explained Dirk, “but he re fused to take part in a sentimental gesture.” “Quite true,” admitted Adan, “but that was before I knew Miss Sewell, scorning the role of vic tim, had shot up Dorado.” He looked around curiously. “Where are your 18 gringos?” “What gringos?” asked Joyce, be wildered. Taking out his wallet Arnaldo ex tracted the clipping the minister of war had handed him and passed it to Joyce. “Read it. I’m here on a semi-official mission to investigate.” She glanced through the inspired account of the taking of La Bar ranca and the further she read the more did her eyes and cheeks blaze. She crushed the paper in her fist, started tc throw it away, then changed her mind, smoothed it out and slipped it inside her pullover. “It’s an outrageous lie,” she said, “based on a grain of truth. You seem to have come prepared to stay. I’m glad, because this fantas tic fabrication will need some talk ing over.” She led the way into the inner patio and no sooner had she crossed its threshold than the air of a chatelaine enveloped her. At ease and competent she gave direc tions to Luc, then turned to Arnaldo. “You’re tired and you must be hun gry. As soon as you’ve had a wash there’ll be food ready in the small dining room. Perhaps Mr. Van Sut tart will show you where it is.” “He won’t need to,” said Adan. “I’ve been here before.” She cast him a curious and star tled glance, but the placidity of his expression reassured her. Never theless a certain uneasiness per sisted, causing her to put off any thing in the nature of a showdown. During the afternoon she attended to her many duties and took another horseback lesson, still omitting to tell Dirk she had ridden as a child. Adan appeared, refreshed'by a nap, and encouraged her. The same su perficiality marked the dinner hour, Don Jorge alone scorning to utter polite nothings. “Wheels within wheels," said Don Jorge quite suddenly, “and a young girl sets them all to turning. Mar- garida Fonseca who would never have moved save for her hatred of the Manifest Destiny. Onelia, out to get with a single stone Dorado, his ancient enemy, and the minis ter of war. The American ambas sador trying desperately to save his face and perhaps his job. Adan Ar naldo—” “Yes?” prompted Arnaldo coolly. “What about me?” Don Jorge, scowling, avoided a direct answer. “Gentlemen,” he continued, “we are here either as guests or servitors of the senorita Joyce Sewell, lawful mistress of La Barranca. This is a world—her world. We have plenty of room for defenders, none for neutrals, tour ists or spies. I’ll ask you first, Mr. Van Suttart. Are you friend or foe?” “Friend,” said Dirk promptly. “Now you, Adan,” said Don Jorge, “and don’t speak too hasti ly. You and I have met before, though you sat at Dorado’s table while I ate with servants. Do you come as friend or foe?” Arnaldo flicked the ash from his cigarette and sat staring at the brightened tip. “Here is my an swer: how far I’ll go for the senorita is her business and mine and no body else’s.” “Leonardo!” Don Jorge shouted, “a spy is among us!” “You, a Mexican,” cried Joyce, “and you’re not ashamed to say that!” Luz thrust her head in at the door. “Do I send for Leonardo?” “No!” commanded Joyce. She turned toward Don Jorge. “Maxie, if you and Mr. Van Suttart don’t mind, I’d like to talk to Adan Ar naldo alone.” Promptly Don Jorge turned cere monious. He rose, bowed, faced to ward his own room, stumped straight to the door, stood back to force Dirk to pass, then entered and closed it with emphasis. “Let’s get out of here,” said Adan. “I remember a big shabby room with a huge .fireplace.” “That’s where I meant to go when we’d finished talking,” said Joyce. The life of a hacienda is not that of a house but of a village, some times almost of a town. Articles and values are easily destroyed or lost, but certain ingrained funda mentals take years to die. The he reditary blacksmith, the itinerant piano-tuner, a teacher of sorts for the crowded school and a horse and cattle foreman to carry on the ban ner of scorn for the equally im portant chief of the muleteers are threads not lightly torn from a so cial fabric however raveled. The drawing room gave evidence of this truth. The furniture had been mal treated, but the curtains had been recently patched by an expert nee- “You! Your House of Drones.” die. A square had been cut from the corner of a lovely Persian rug to make a saddle blanket for Mi General, but the elements of com fort remained. Witness a well-tend ed fire on the hearth and the piano in tune. Adan walked to it as if drawn by a lodestone. He struck a chord, then sat down and rippled the keys in melodious undertone to his words. “We can be honorable with for eigners,” he repeated, looking up at Joyce across the corner of the closed sounding board. “I am authorized to offer you $50,000 for La Barranca if you’ll agree to leave the country at once. Think it over. Fifty thou sand to get out, nothing but trouble if you try to stay.” “La Barranca isn’t something you can sell,’' she stated. “My father bought it—that’s true—but not from people with their roots still in the soil. They were gone, uprooted by their own folly, and he bought it from a bank. I was born here. The fibers of my being are tied to stone, vine and tree. I owe lip service to two governments, but not alle giance. Allegiance from the heart strikes deep. It has to stand on a foundation of faith and love. Where will I find them if not here? How can I sell La Barranca without sell ing my jieople and myself?” Adan stopped playing, his fingers hovering over an unstruck chord. “Then what course do you intend to pursue,” he murmured, his eyes on the keys, “and just where do you think it will lead you?” “There’s one word that covers it all,” said Joyce. “Fight. That’s what we do wherever we are—you in El Tenebroso, I here or in Elsin- boro. Every woman, every man, wherever we are, we fight to live though we fight and go down.” Adan’s hands crashed out the chord as he rose and faced her. He stared at her out of a daze. .“Cour age always wears a glorious face,” he said as if he were explaining some mystery to himself. “Fight and go down. You, alone—yes. But—” His hands went out groping ly, touched her arms and passed down to her wrists. A voice within him, long stilled, was striving for utterance through fingers and eyes because lips are so prone to lie. She thrilled not to him but to his ardor. Since fire is a stranger to no man, warming friend and foe, she yielded, moved forward, not from any reasoning but by the sim ple law that sparks fly upward. Then he was holding her, kissing her, and she was kissing him. Yet, some how, he was far away and she was with him, as though she dreamed. His voice, continuing, broke the spell. “But you and I together is another story. I have the power and you the land and no government— past, present or to come—will fool too much with Adan Arnaldo. It’s practical, logical; it will be a cinch.” Cheeks burning, she rushed from the room and along the balcony of the patio. As she turned its angle she saw Dirk coming from Don Jorge’s study and it was all she could do to keep from running to cast herself in his arms. Instead she stopped short and asked her self if she were crazy. He came to a halt a few paces away. “Senor Maximilian© asked me to make the rounds,” he ex plained and hesitated. “I don’t sup pose you’d care to be bothered.” “That’s where I was going my self,” said Joyce. “Do you want to come along?” Together they turned down the passage giving access to the stair leading to the esplanade of the roof. Under the blaze of moon and stars Joyce, followed by Dirk, visited the four bastions. “Awake, Leonardo?” she murmured. “Awake, Senorita.” “Is everything quiet?” “All is quiet, Senorita.” The rounds finished she started toward the spiral stair by which they had ascended, walking slowly at first, then with a sudden acceleration in her pace. She moved toward the parapet and they sat down, he beside her, their shoulders barely touching. They sat in silence, their senses drenched in beauty. Her heart swelled until she knew she must speak or choke. “It’s beautiful and terrible. I won der if anywhere else in the ’world beauty and terror walk hand in hand.” “Me, I’m wondering who I am,” said Dirk. “You’re real. You’re part of the night, part of this amaz ing place. You had a name that meant nothing—nothing at all. But now you’ve shaken it and become real. If I should never ,iee you again, yet live for a thousand years, I couldn’t forget you. I’m not being fresh, I’m not making love, but something belongs to me from now on—something you haven’t given that I didn’t try to take. You’re real but what about me? I’ve turned into nothing. These words I’m speaking—are they a dream, or can you hear them too? Can you?” “I’ve heard them all,” said Joyce, '“but I can’t be sure you said them aloud or whether my own lips spoke them. Because as I seem real to you, so are you to me. I’m not afraid of you. I wasn’t afraid of you before, but I disliked the per son you were. You wore a Joseph’s coat made up of the things I most despise. Now you’ve thrown it away—or perhaps you’ve only taken it off and presently will slip it on again.” “Perhaps,” he admitted mourn fully, “and you too.” She shivered. He took off his jacket and put it around her shoul ders. Nothing was said; he had not asked her if she were cold nor did she protest he would need the coat himself. “Name the things you despise," he said at last, staring straight ahead. “Your false front,” answered Joyce after an imperceptible pause, “your air of We-the-elect-are-holy- and-all-others-are-vile.” “Is that really the way it struck you?” asked Dirk, but did not wait for an answer. “Yes, I’m begin ning to see it.” “But you mustn’t think it’s just you I meant. It’s a lot bigger than any single one of you and it can’t be covered by five minutes or five years. The air you wore was the air of the whole place—chancellery, garden and the embassy itself. Then cry out, ‘Look at us! our skins are safe wherever we go; if you want to keep yours, stay home.’ It’s so silly not to see the other half of that doctrine.” “What other half?” asked Dirk, puzzled. “Stay at home yourselves,” said Joyce with intensity, “do away with the House of Drones and take your consuls with you, guardians of the dollar and nothing else! Then we’d know where we stand.” “Easy now,” said Dirk soothingly. “You! Your House of Drones. What if one of the bullets that hit your car had killed you? From be ing a parasite, a silkworm living on the pulp of the taxpayer safe at home, you would suddenly have ac quired importance — such impor tance that you would certainly have destroyed me and possibly plunged your country in the very war you’re supposed to wave back with a lily hand!” She rose, letting his coat fall from her shoulders. "You’re great,” said Dirk, elec trified against his will and judg ment. “Whether you’re right or not, you’re great.” “Pick up your coat and come with me,” said Joyce. “I want to show you something.” He followed her down the spiral stair and back to the patio. She led him to her former playroom, pushed open the door and turned. “This was the day nursery where I was play ing when they came in—a hundred of them riding their horses over the flower beds, trampling the rose bushes and shooting at anything that moved. ’No force against a weaker nation’ was responsible for their coming; don’t forget it.” She point ed. “That’s the door where my mother ran out, looking for me. She took three steps before they shot her. I didn’t see what happened then—only the crowding men. The next thing I knew my father, carry ing a funny little trunk under one arm, lifted me with the other and rushed up those steps to the bal cony. They turned and saw him in time to laugh and jeer but hardly to shoot. Come; I’ll show you where the bullets struck and how we es caped.” She pr^eded him to the balcony, then through passage after passage until, doubling back, they arrived at steep stone steps leading down into a cavernous pit behind the vast kitchens and thence to a narrow postern. With a strong pull Dirk opened the door and they stepped out into such an umbrageous para dise as only the old-time haciendas of the semi-tropics can boast. “This is the lake,” said Joyce. “Lake?” laughed Dirk. “Where’s the water?” “You can’t see it for the hya cinths," explained Joyce. “If it weren’t for them we couldn’t be here.” “Why not?” “It wouldn’t be safe. This mass of hyacinths, too thick for a boat to pass or a man to swim, mean a lot more to my safety than all the American embassies in the world put together.” “Let up,” said Dirk, “please let up. I’m licked.” She turned toward him with an impulsive movement; her fingers barely touched his shoulder. He took her in his arms so natur ally she had no thought to draw back, then realization swept' over her that resentment would have been silly before so spontaneous and unthinking an action. This was dif ferent from Arnaldo—so different she was another person standing in another world and awake, wide (TO BE CONTINUED) U. S. Coast and Geodetic Survey Charts Show How the Sea Rearranges Its Bed The seas do not like their living quarters. So they build up, tear down, and rearrange their beds, writes Elliott Roberts in Nature magazine. All of which adds to the labor of man, self-appointed record er of the changing movements of the sea and their effect on the con- tour of the land. The earliest explorers of our shores knew nothing of the deeps and shoals; they were blind men groping in a strange house. The situation is now remedied by charts of our oceans and coastal waters, so that great ships steam confidently where the first comers had to sound their cautious way. Still, we are forever confronted with the sea’s restless changes—deepening here, shoaling there—and the advance or recession of the shoreline on many a mile of coast. The chart makers must be forever alert to the latest changes, to keep the charts accu rate. A surveyor, busy on the coast of South Carolina, stood by his instru ment on the sandy beach, just out of reacl^ of the breaking waves. He calculated the location of the station where he stood, and was about to put it down on the chart, when he blinked. What had he found? He checked his work, and it was cor rect. According to the old chart, his station lay in water many feet deep, half a mile from the nearest dry land. The United States Coast and Geodetic survey, chart makers for the United States, maintains eternal vigilance to keep abreast of all the changes that occur, especially on the more unstable and shifting por tions of our coast. In many of these thousands of miles of shore line even a few years will see enormous changes. The point of Rockaway beach, opposite New York harbor, grows westward some 250 feet year ly, a matter of several miles in a lifetime. Long Beach, Coney Island and Sandy Hook are all extending themselves toward the channel. 1383 in 1 I*' j >- ' .. ~ XTEXT time you or yours want “something nice to wear,” re member me and my three little words: Sew-Your-Own! Yes, Mi lady, sew-your-own because it pays big dividends. It’s good for you! Instead of worrying about clothes you can’t have, you’ll be humming about- all the pretty things you can have—and all be cause you sew, sew, Sew-Your- Own! Won’t you join us today or very soon? White House or Cottage. Even if your home were the White House, Milady, you would need a little frock like today’s 1413 to see you through your he. usekeeping chores. It has that style usually reserved for expen sive frocks and its simplicity will fascinate you. A young collar tops its shirtwaist styling, while the trim short sleeves and shirred yoke are features to be appreci ated every time you put it on. It will make you smart in crisp new gingham, and it’s more than chic in silk crepe. Try it both ways— you’ll like them! So Simple, So Sweet. Little Miss Two-to-Eight will use her very nicest three-syllable words to exclaim over this frock (above center) designed espe cially for her by Sew-Your-Own! It is one of those so-simple, so- sweet little affairs that every mother and every daughter has a weakness for. The new prints or criss-cross gingham will look more than appealing on your little “forty pounds of charm,” espe cially if the trimming is of gay red ribbon to match the bows in her hair. That Poured-in Look. “Something nice to wear,” in the full sense of the phrase, is the brand new frock at the right. Your teas and bridge will be dates to look forward to with this smart model in black satin or velvet, awaiting your call. Fashion says: “that poured-in look,” and Sew- Your-Own said “when” just in the nick to make this your most fig ure-flattering frock. It is equally effective for the sub-deb and young executive. It belongs in ev ery well-groomed lady’s ward robe. Why not in yours? The Patterns. Pattern 1413 is designed for sizes 34 to 50. Size 36 requires 4% yards of 35 or 39-inch material. Pattern 1852 is designed for sizes 2, 4, 6, ad 8 years. Size 4 requires 2% yards of 39-inch ma terial plus 6 yards of ribbon fot trimming, and 1 yard for belt. Pattern 1383 is designed foi sizes 14 to 20. Size 16 requL ■w 214 yards of 54-inch material. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020, 211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, IU. Price of patterns, 15 cents (ia coins) each. • Ben Syndicate.—WNU Servlc*. EASE YOUR CHILD'S mm CHEST COLD T( Tonight, at bedtime, rub his little chest with stainless, snow-white Penetro. Penetro is the only naive that has a base of old-fashioned mutton suet together with U3% to 227% more medication than any other nationally sold cold salve. Creates thorough counter-irritant action that increases blood flow, stimulates body heat to ease the tightness and pressure. Vaporizing action helps to “open up” stuffy rasal passages. 35c jar contains twice 25c size. Ask for Penetro, Calm Tempers The moderation of fortunate people comes from the calm which good fortune gives to their tem pers.—Rochefoucauld. WOMEN WHO SUFFER Birmingham, Ala.— Mrs. Daisy Walker, 10S ; N. 39th Sc, says : “I md to suffer from irregularity, was awfully nervous, and had cramps and pains and headaches associated with functional disturbances. Dr. Pierce's Favorite Pre scription helped to relieve me of this condition. Mr 1 I strength i your druggist today. Mr appetite improved,^! and felt just fine.'* ~ Buy It RHEUM NEURITIS and Lt Try s kettle . . 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Thus Calotabs serve the double purpose of a purgative and diuretic, both of which are needed in the treatment of colds. Calotabs are quite economical; only twenty-five cents for the family package, ten cents for the trial package.—(adv.) “FIVE Minus TWO Leaves FOUR” WRONG? Well, yes—and no. The arithmetic of your school days taught that "If Mary had five dollars and spent two ..." three dofiars remained. But that is mathematics—not shopping! In managing a home... guarding e'ra simply got to do better f* a limited family income... we’ve simply got to do better than Mary did.We must sharpen our buying wits.. ascertain where the dollars extra value lurk. . take five dollars to town and get much more for the money spent Fortunately, there are ever-willing guides right at hand—the advertise ments in this newspaper. Advertised merchandise is often exceptional value merchandise. It makes dollars S-T-R-E-T-C-H.