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When Washing Blankets: Nevei leave any soap in blankets as this will turn them yellow. Allow half a cupful of vin'r jar to each gallon cf final rinsing water; this will clear all soap from them. • • • Washing Voile.—Voile frocks will not shrink if you use a table spoonful of epsom salts to every gallon of water when washing them. • * • In Making Vegetable Salads— To prevent vegetable salads from becoming too watery, dry the veg etables before combining with the salad dressing. • • • Savory Salmon Dish.—Turn oul a small tin of salmon, remove skin and bones and flake the fish. Sea son with pepper and salt. Mix 2 cupfuls of breadcrumbs with 2 ounces of flour, stir in 2 well-beat en e>*gs and the salmon. Mix well, ther form into the shape of a fresn salmon steak. Fry in a lit tle hot fat until brown, turning carefully so that both sides are cooked. Serve garnished with sliced lemon or tomatoes. • • • Ten-Minute Sweet.—Line a but tered pie dish with breadcrumbs. Into a pint of milk whisk 2 eggs, 4 tablespoonfuls of sugar and a dash of vanilla essence. Pour over the crumbs and bake for 10 minutes. When Sales Drop Between 1929 and 1933 the ex penditure for advertising in news papers and periodicals dropped 50 per cent, but the value of manu factured products showed a much greater reduction percentage. ITS GREAT TO BE BACK AT WORK when you’ve found a way to ease the pains of RHEUMATISM nd do if the inexpensive way, too. You can pay as high as you want for remedies claimed to relieve the pain of Rheumatism, Neuritis, Sciatica, etc. But the medicine so many doctors generally approve— the one used by thousands of families daily — is Bayer Aspirin — 15/ a dozen tablets — about 1/ apiece. Simply take 2 Bayer Aspirin tablets with a half glass of water. Repeat, if necessary, according to directions. Usually this will ease such pain in a remarkablv short time. For quick relief from such pain which exhausts you and keeps you awake at night — ask for genuine Bayer Aspirin. virtually 1 cent a tablet Peace in the Home He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.—Goethe. 666 checks MALARIA in three days COLDS 8iu!v Q e! ID w'o T s*e B dr T o S ps Headache**30 mlnutei. tty "Bnb-My-Tlsm”—World’s Best Lhdment ASure Index of Value ... is knowledge of a manufacturer's name and what it stands for. It is the most certain method, except that of actual use, for judging the value of any manufac tured goods. Here is the only guarantee against careless workmanship or use of shoddy materials. ADVERTISED GOODS UNDER PRESSURE C Scores Awicw Chamberlain By George Agnew Chamberlain WNTJ Service SYNOPSIS Joyce Sewell, on the eve of her twentieth birthday, rebels at her lot. dependent on her detested stepmother, Irma, and full of tragic memories of her mother’s murder twelve years before and her father's death six months ago. Irma calls in Helm Black- adder, an admirer, to help her persuade Joyce to marry rich, young Michael Kirk patrick. Mike, sent up to Joyce by Irma and Blackadder, demands a showdown on his proposal and Is rejected. Joyce real izes that La Barranca, a Mexican hacienda which her father had owned, legally be longs to her. Later, she receives a letter enclosing a warrant on the United States Treasury for $10,000 compensation for her mother’s murder at La Barranca. She con fers with Mr. Bradley, a banker and only remaining friend of her father’s. She con fides that she wants to make a secret journey to Mexico. Bradley arranges all details for her. She departs by plane un detected. Dirk Van Suttart. second secre tary of the American embassy In Mexico City, gives Joyce a chilly reception and she loses her temper. She finds a Mexican woman lawyer, Margarlda Fonseca, who takes her to General Onelia, right-hand man to the Mexican minister of war. Margarlda reminds Onelia that the usurper of La Bar ranca la his dangerous enemy. General Do rado. The two make plans to send Joyce with a few picked men under Fancho Buena ventura to drive Dorado out. Adan Arnaldo, a young man who runs El Tenebroso, a night club, knows Dorado’s present where abouts. so they take Joyce thore that night, where she notices Dirk. General Dorado arrives and in the course of sudden gun- play, the lights go out and Joyce is left alone. Adan Arnaldo whisks her out and takes her home. The following morning Joyce drives off to Toluca with Pancho. Back In Elslnboro, Joyce's disappearance has been discovered. Blackadder upbraids Irma, but succumbs to her helpless charm and plans to marry her. CHAPTER V—Continued “Did you or anybody else in your organization loan or give any funds to Joyce Sewell?” "The answer is no. Helm,” de clared Mr. Bradley after a pause. Blackadder turned from the tele phone with a scowl. “Bradley knows where Joyce got the money,” he announced. “He’s no liar so he didn’t give or loan it to her, but he knows where she got it and he won’t telL” Never since college days had Blackadder bowed to authority. But he was now momentarily confused, conscious he had just made a major capitulation. What did it matter how it had come about? Without the fuss and feathers of formal pro posal or acceptance he and Irma Sewell were headed for the altar. Realization brought him no regret but also no particular exaltation. By nine o’clock that night Black adder was in Washington and by eleven the next morning, already having cashed a telegraphed money order, he succeeded in reaching the secretary of state. The secretary knew nothing of Cutler Sewell or La Barranca but he had read plenty about Joyce. As a consequence he succumbed to direct action with the result that a few hours later, just as Dirk Van Suttart had finished changing into polo togs, a messenger arrived sum moning him to the embassy. “Sorry to break up your game, Dirk,” was the ambassador’s greet ing, “but you’re in charge of the gray code, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir.” “Cast your eye over that,” said the ambassador, tossing him a flim sy. “I haven’t seen a code message for so long I was beginning to think they’re obsolete; by the same token you must be out of practice. Do your be«t and bring me the reading as soon as it’s done.” It was almost six o’clock before Van Suttart, his face drawn either from exhaustion or anxiety, reap peared. “Here you are, sir.” “Read it,” said the ambassador. Dirk cleared his throat b'ifore obeying. “ ‘Confidential Miss Joyce Sewell departmental passport num ber eight nine six seven two five three reported in Mexico City stop at request of her prospective step father Mr. Helm Blackadder of Elsinboro New York who will meet all expenses you are instructed to locate her with all possible dispatch show every attention including pro vision of funds and guard without annoying her pending his arrival do not employ native police under any circumstances and keep matter se cret especially as regards press.’ " “Quite a mouthful,” murmured the ambassador. “What do they think I am—a gumshoe expert?” He frowned. “By the way, isn’t that the girl the radio has been talking about for the last three nights?” “The radio!” exclaimed Dirk, startled. “I don’t know, sir; I haven’t a radio.” “One of those kidnaping scares,” explained the ambassador. “Excuse me, sir. May I express an opinion?” “Certainly, if you’re sure you have one.” “I believe we can prick that bub ble in no time,” said Dirk. “Miss Sewell was at the chancellery five days ago. I know where she’s stay ing and the sort of people she’s go ing about with.” “Good boy!” exclaimed the am bassador. “Dirk, you’ve bought something. Get out and go to work. Take a holiday. I leave the entire matter in your hands.” CHAPTER VI Dirk climbed into his sports road ster and drove to the hotel Joyce had given as her address only to find she had checked out within half an hour of leaving the chancellery. There was no information as to whence she had come or where she had gone. The face of the woman who had been with her at El Tene broso was unforgettable, but unfor tunately he had failed to establish her identity at the time. General Onelia he knew, officially as well as by sight and reputation. Getting his address from the telephone di rectory he drove to his residence and succeeded in penetrating to the patio where he was asked to wait. Presently he heard the roar of the general’s voice. “Say I’m not at home. I don’t care if he can hear me. Say I’m out.” Dirk sat down on the near-by bench between two lounging soldiers and lighted a cigarette. When the messenger came back he looked up at him smilingly and spoke loudly in fair Spanish. “I heard, but the general is under a misapprehension. If my business were official I would of course have called on him by appointment at the war office. But it isn’t. It’s personal, as between one gentleman and another. I shall sit here until he sees me unless he wishes to assume the responsibility of having me thrown out.” Onelia came stumping around the angle of the patio. “Well, then, compadre, what is it—as one gentle man to another?” “I came to elicit your sympathy. I saw you the other night at El “Get Your Hat and Coat,” Whis pered Adan. “Follow Me.” Tenebroso accompanied by two la dies, one blue and the other black- eyed. Please take pity on me. Would you consider it an unpardonable in discretion if I should inquire as to their identities?” “Not at all,” said Onelia prompt ly. “The black-eyed one is the well- known lawyer, Licenciada Marga- rida Fonseca. As for the young girl, I haven’t the slightest idea who she is.” “She didn’t come in with you?” “Oh, no. As I remember it Mar- garida smiled at her in the lobby and the girl simply tagged along.” “Do you happen to know what became of her after the disturb ance?” “I don’t. I haven’t seen her from that moment to this. Are there any further questions?” “None, General. I can’t thank you too much for your frankness and courtesy.” The interview at an end Dirk could not break away quickly enough. Perhaps this thing was se rious, and what lead had he left? Only one. Adan Arnaldo, and that was a thin hope. Going alone to El Teneproso was a questionable move, but he would have to face it. When he arrived he ignored the head waiter and took possession of a small table seldom used because it was too close to the orchestra. Dirk promptly showed the caliber of his brain by ordering a magnum of vintage champagne. A young man at El Tenebroso without a girl was an absurdity but a young man seated before a magnum of wLje is never an absurdity to a maitre d’ho- tel and seldom to anybody else. In due course the lure worked even on Arnaldo. During an interlude he approached the table. “Got it bad?” he asked with a friendly grin. “The worst in years,” said Dirk. “Mind if I sit down?” “Not at all. I’ll order another.” “Nonsense, man. One glass is all I want.” “Sorry,” said Dirk, “this bottle is mine; 1 have to keep track of what I drink.” He looked up and smiled. “No offense, Arnaldo; you can have anything else you want.” Adan ordered a wine. “You’re clever, you know. A vintage wine is the one thing we don’t dare fake.” Dirk leaned forward. “Listen, Arnaldo, I’m not such a fool as to try any slick business with you. Some people think the president runs this country, but I know bet ter.” “FlatteryI” said Arnaldo, “and how I lovg itl But Ist’s be fair to myself; I run only the town.” “All right; leave it at that. Do you remember the last night I was here—the night you had to do your stuff on some sort of a general with a gun?” “Sure—our last incident but one. Four nights ago to be exact.” “Here’s the dirt,” said Dirk with a quick nod. “General Onelia was sitting at the end of this row with a woman called Margarlda Fonseca and a young American girl who doesn’t seem to be here tonight. I’ve got to find that girl and find her quick. Can you help me?” During the speech Arnaldo’s face had gone completely -’ank; now he frowned as if he were doing his best to remember. “A young girl, eh? Are you sure she was Ameri can?" “Why stall?” asked Dirk sharply. “I’m playing straight with you, why not try it with me? Her name is Joyce Sewell. Do you know where she is now? Arnaldo, if I don’t find her I lose my self-respect and per haps my job.” Adan nodded as if he had come to a deciajpn. “Stay here. Wait for me. Witnout her permission I’ll tell you nothing.” He was gone before Dirk could protest. His heart sank to a new low for the evening as he poured out his 'sixth glass of wine. He looked up to see Arnaldo returning from the telephone booth at a pace that seemed slow yet moved with the speed of a stalking cat. “Get your hat and coat,” whis pered Adan. “Follow me.” % Riding along in the night Joyce did not think of La Barranca as a spot but as a world, and she was right. Her childhood memories would have fallen short of laying out a blueprint but they were quite capable of leading her with accu racy through such a maze as the uninitiated mind can scarcely con ceive. In her thoughts her feet hurried through one of two great gates at each end of a narrow court which in times of peace could be an open thoroughfare. Midway between them they pr.. aed to await the open ing of a zaguan, a massive portal of solid planks, flanked on either side by administrative and execu tive offices. Beyond it they entered the first of the great courts, a huge cobbled square surrounded by stalls, chapel, school, general store, sheds, tack room and granaries—a space capable of harboring a thou sand head of livestock in addition to a fair-sized threshing floor Over the pine - clad mountains, winding down into the valley of the Lerma and then shooting in a bee line across the plain into the city of Toluca the road had been excellent, but from that point on it was prov ing unbelievably bad. The car, run ning without lights was pitching, rearing, weaving like a maddened broncho. She grasped the struts above her and dangled like a mon key in the zoo. Hours passed, but at last she caught a first glimpse of the white-walled cradle of her child hood and cried, full-voiced: “La Barancal Yo la veot” She was so absorbed in watching the approach of the white blot of buildings that she failed to note a figure squatted beneath the can delabra of a monster cactus, but Pancho saw it and stopped. “Direcho, Eusebio?" he asked. “No.” A peon, ghostly in cotton jumper and pants, stepped forth. “Siga-me.” Obediently the car followed him off the trail and over the smooth prairie, necessarily at a snail’s pace. Presently they swerved left and continued along the edge of the barranca that had given the hacienda its name. It was an ir regular cleft a hundred feet deep and with almost perpendicular walls which ran for miles. Along most of its length it was over 50 yards wide, but occasionally it narrowed to 10 and at one point to less. Here a swinging rope bridge had been thrown across and upon catching a glimpse of it Joyce barely man aged to stifle a cry. This had been the outermost boundary of her childhood canters. Eusebio pointed and stood aside. Carefully Pancho drove the car un til it stalled into a gully so deep the ragged top became one with the surrounding prairie. He crawled out and so did Joyce. Noticing he had omitted to do so, automatically she turned off the ignition and took the key. He carried the lighter petaca and Eusebio the heavy suitcase. When they reached the bridge Eu sebio stepped lightly across, Pancho waited until he reached the other side and then followed. Watching them, Joyce’s hair began to tingle. The steep sag of its own weight was startling enough, but under a burden the angles, changing at ev ery step, became preposterous. Add a sway which resembled that of a trapeze in full swing. Joyce started cautiously down the incline which promptly dipped so sharply she would have been hurled headlong had she not had a firm grip on the upper ropes. After what seemed an age she was across. Then they moved forward, a silent and ghost ly procession. The hovels of peons, still tightly sealed against the night air, began to appear to right and left, looking like whitewashed tombs. In one corner of a corral, commanding a full view of the east ern entrance gate, Joyce was placed along with her baggage and told not to budge until further orders. Beside her crouched Eusebio, await ing the dawn. Pancho had disap peared, but presently he returned. He had changed from his well-fitted uniform into clothes exactly like Eu sebio’s—a great conical straw hat, jumper and pants of white cotton, sandals held by a thong between his big toe and the next. She failed to notice the heavy bulge around his waist under the loose jumper, a twin bulge to Eusebio’s. A pale green light appeared in the heavens and with only a moment’s warning the sun rose at their backs to give battle to the setting moon. Vaguely she realized Pancho and Eusebio were gone from her side. She had sensed rather than seen them wriggle over the wall, rise to their feet and melt through the morning mist into the passing pro cession. She waited with held breath, wondering what was about to happen. Then pandemonium broke loose. Half a dozen scattered shots, act ing as detonator, exploded a volume of shrieks such as she had heard but once before in her life. Through the gate came a lone individual in nondescript khaki at a dead run, eyes bursting from his head in the agony of his fear. As she looked his chest opened toward her in » tragic scarlet flower. He seemed to stop in mid-air; then, though al ready dead, came hurtling and tum bling through the dust to / thud against the adobe wall. Winged by rage she leaped over him and ran toward the gate as fast as her feet could carry her. “Stop!” she shouted in a voice hoarse with fury. “Oh, stop! Oh, don’t 1 Don't!” / (TO BE CONTINUED) Columbus* Claim to Discovery of America Is Disputed; Document Credits Vespucci Definite proof that Amerigo Ves pucci discovered and landed on the American continent before Christo pher Columbus is stated to have been found in the private archives of a distinguished Florentine fam ily, according to a Florence, Italy, United Press correspondent in the Chicago Daily News. Yellowed with age, the ancient document furnished information re garding the route which the Floren tine navigator followed during his third voyage to the New World. It actually consists of a hitherto un published letter from the navigator to Lorenzo Pierfrancesco de’ Medi ci, in whose service he had been a clerk. The letter also supplies informa tion regarding Vespucci’s voyages across the Atlantic. The document was discovered by the Marquise Roberto Ridolfi, mem ber of the council of the state ar chives and honorary bibliographical inspector. The well-known Italian historian revealed that the letter also con tained a statement proving that Vespucci landed on the shores of the American continent long before Columbus. Marquise Ridolfi has added that the interesting letter will soon b# made public. \ Three other letters of Amerigo Vespucci, all of them addressed to Lorenzo de’ Medici, were discov ered during the Eighteenth and Nineteenth centuries. According to the best information available today, Vespucci first saw the shores of South America on June 16, 1497. Columbus, it is claimed, saw the continent opposite the is land of Trinidad on August 1, 1498. The Germans and the Dutch The terms “Pennsylvania - Ger man” and “Pennsylvania-Dutch” are used indiscriminately. There is a (jdlerence, says the Philadelphia Inquirer. The Pennsylvania Dutch are largely of German and Swiss origin. Ancestors of Pennsylvania Germans emigrated from the re gion of the upper Rhine and from the valley of the Neckar in southern Germany. H0JP5 SI 4- Ruth Wye A Spears -E Silk Shades Give a Soft Glow 'TP HERE is subtility in the light ■■■ that glows through a silk shade, and many decorators are using them for the room that needs the softness of plaited folds and the mellowness obtained by placing two tones of fabric one over the other. Two tones of China silk, one to be used for a plain lining and the other for a gathered outside covering will make an attractive shade. Before you buy the ma terial it is best to experiment with samples one over the other trying them both in daylight and over an artificial light. You will also need a roll of silk binding tape matching the top color of the shade. This tape is to wrap the wire frame. And fancy braid ei ther in gold, silver or a harmoniz ing tone of silk is used to bind the top and bottom of the shade. Use cotton thread to match the out side tone of the silk. Slip the binding tape off the roll and wrap a rubber band around it as shown here at A. Working from the inside end of the tape wrap the frame as shown at B. The outside layer of silk is put on next. This is gathered both top and bottom and pinned to the wire covering as at C and D so that it is stretched quite tight. Joinings in the outside covering need not be sewed but may be hidden un der the folds. This material is sewed in place as at E. Next, cut a straight strip for the lining and fit it around the out side of the frame as shown here at F. Trim the joining allowing a seam as shown at G. Sew to the l/sucLe J&hll The Old Boy Knows It When your dog rests his muzzle on your knee and looks up at you sidewise, that is one of his innum erable appeals you can’t resist. Good cooks * in the home get mountains of praise—and that’s their chief recompense. Experience is profitable, but It frequently leaves scars. Don’t mention your friend’s first gray hairs unless your friend does. We do not want any more things that are a trouble to look after— and a steam yacht is one of them. Ideals Are Our Rudders “A rudder,” explained the boy who knew his boats, “is a stem necessity.” People with short tempers have to go through life “being for given.” Fond mothers scarcely ever want their sons to be President. They want them to be what they are best able to be. His Inspiration We prefer, perhaps, our imagi nary picture of our friend, rather than the real one. He, in his af fectation, tries to live up to it. “Protecting” wild animals merely to slaughter them doesn’t seem to be the ideal ideal. It doesn’t matter so much if a very young man loses his heart and his head at the same time. It is expected of him. Constipated? Don’t Let Gas f Nerve Pressure Keep You Miserable When you are constipated two thins* bap- FIRST: Wastes swell up the bowtis sad in the digestive tract. This vises headaches, a dull, * nerve pressure cvises headaches, a dull, lasy feeling, bilious spells, loss of appetite and dis- NDVPartlv digested food starts S, bringing on sour Ion), and heartburn, you sometimes gasp for Then you spend many miserable days. You can’t eat. You can’t sleep. Your stomach it sour. You feel tired out, grouchy and miser able. To set the complete relief you seek you do TWO things. 1. You must rehrvs ___ secon: to decay formi stomach (add ii bloating you up uni breath. 1. You must i the GAS. 2. You must clear the bowels and GET THAT PRESSURE OFF THE NERVES. As soon as offending wastes are washed out you feel marvelously refreshed, blues vanish, the world looks bright again. There is only one product on the market that gives you the DOUBLE ACTION you need. It is ADLERIKA. This efficient car minative cathartic relieves that awful GAS at once. It often removes bowel congestion in half ah hour. No waiting for overnight relief. Adlerika acts on the stomach and both bowels. Ordinary laxatives act on the lower bowel only. Adlerika has been recommended by many doctors and druggists for 35 yea;**. No grip ing, no after effects. Just QUICK results. Try Adlerika today. You’ll say you have t oood such an efficient intestinal cleanser. frame at the bottom as at H. Trim quite close at the bottom. Turn lining to inside as at 1. Slip stitch the joining. Turn in raw edges at top and whip around top of frame. Pin the binding around and then sew it with stitches buried in the mesh of the braid. Every Homemaker should have a copy of Mrs. Spears’ new book, SEWING. Forty-eight pages of step-by-step directions for making slipcovers and dressing tables; restoring and upholstering chairs, couches; making curtains for ev ery type of room and purpose. Making lampshades, rugs, otto mans and other useful articles for the home. Readers wishing a copy should send name and ad dress, enclosing 25 cents, to Mrs. Spears, 210 South Desplaines St., Chicago, Illinois. Don’t Neglect Your Child’s Odd Don’t let chest colds or croupy coughs go untreated. Rub Childrens Musterole on child’s throat and cheat at once. This milder learn of regular Mrateroie penetrates, warms, and stimulates local circulation. Floods the bronchial tubes with its soothing, relieving vapors. Musterole brings re lief naturally because it’s a "coonter- hritant' f —NOT just a salve. Recom mended by many doctors and nurses. Three strengths: Regular, Children’s (mild), and Extra Strong. Anger Is Like Rain Anger is like rain which breaks itself whereupon it falls.—Seneca. Sit in Your Chair f at Homo * . . and Shops The things you want to buy... at the time you want to buy them • • • at die price you want to pay. You can find these right in the paper. Your newspaper advertisements make it possible to do your “looking around** right at home. • • and then go downtown to do your buying... saving you time and energy.