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'^spst'' v w»m* mm: THE SUN, NEWBERRY, S. FRIDAY, JANUARX 6, 1939 * r. 1 BANNER SERIAL FICTION- She Painted Her Face stoiu fate and intugue O Domford Tote* WNU CHAPTER VIU—Continued —18— "Well, well," said Herrick. "And who ever heard of two guests abus ing their host at table until he’s carried away and then getting down to his brandy and having a rubber of bridge? You know it’s blasphe mous. I don’t believe the Borgias ever did that. And I’ll lay lil Per- cey’s got ear-ache. ‘Three swine to one pearl’ ” I forgot what answer I made, but I know I sent Winter to bed and, after two or three minutes, went up to my room. But I did not intend to sleep: for the "pearl” was out of my sight. I had seen her into her suite 20 minutes before. I trusted to see her come out in a little less than eight hours. But I had no faith in Elsa, and—Virgil had his back to the wall. Had there been but one door to her suite, I would have slept across it. But there were four doors to her suite, and one was outside. I could not so much as watch them: Argus himself could have watched but one at a time. I took off my coat and lighted a cigarette . . . As I threw the match out of the window, somebody knocked at my door. I was at the oak in a flash, to find Winter standing without, with a key in his hand. "I forgot to tell you, sir.” He en tered and shut the door. “You gave me this key and told me to lock up the Rolls. Her doors, I mean. But 1 ’aven’t been able to, because this isn’t the key.” “ ‘Isn’t the key?’ ” I said, frown ing, and with that I took it out of his hand. "It isn’t, indeed, sir. I tried it again and again.” “But . . .’’ And there I stopped dead—with my eyes on the key I was holding between my finger and thumb. Winter was right. This was not the key of the Rolls. Although she did not know it, Elizabeth Virgil had the key of the Rolls. I had handed it to her on Friday, with the rest of her things. It was now, per haps, under her pillow. But this was her master key . . . that fitted all five of her locks. CHAPTER IX Whilst I changed, I gave Winter his orders. These were, in short, to pass the night on the landing, watching the door which gave to Elizabeth’s suite. “H anyone tries to enter, put your torcn on his face and hold him up. The door may be opened for him; but don’t like Elsa’s face, and he’s not to go in. When you’ve got him, lift up your voice and shout my name, and I’ll be with you before you know where you are. I shall be in the staircase-turret, closely watching the other door of her la dyship’s rooms.” “And if you want me, sir?” said Winter. “I’ll call her ladyship. She’ll let me through her suite and on to the stair. I don’t think anything will happen, and, but for Elsa, I’d tell you to go to bed. But it’s thanks to me that she is inside that suite, so it’s up to me to see that she does no harm.” And there I remembered Elgar, the man for whom Virgil had called when we had escaped from the tow er. I had learned from Elizabeth that he was Virgil’s chauffeur and was as much trusted by his master as he was distrusted by everyone else at Brief. But when I mentioned his name— “He’s away just now,” said Win ter, “with Mr. Virgil’s car. There’s a knock in the engine or something they can’t get right.” “So much the better," said I, and spoke as I thought. And that, I think, shows how ill equipped I was to deal with a man of Virgil’s capacity, for I should at once have suspected the absence of his chauffeur and car. But I am ashamed to say that it did not oc cur to me that, if there is work of a certain kind to be dene, the lug ger will take an offing, instead of staying in port. Be that as it may, I read the danger-signal as being a piece of good news: then I took up my pistol and torch, and we left the tower. , To post Winter took but a mo ment; and then I was treading the steps down which I had knocked the servant six days before. My shoes were rubber-soled, and I made no sound, but, as I have said before, the well of the staircase was lit, and the first floor, to which I was going, was very much better illumined than was the landing above. Still, there were shadows enough about, and I carefully kept to them. As luck would have it, I knew the -whole of my way. I was not going down to the hall: I was bound for the picture-gallery, where we had gathered that evening, before din ner was served. This lay upon the first floor—a fine, long room, and Its range of windows was broken into three bays by two of the stair case-turrets with which the castle was served. And the first of these, I knew, was Elizabeth’s own—I had seen her come out of its door at a quarter past eight. Using the greatest caution, I left the magnificent staircase and stole to the gallery’s doors. Happily, these were open, but here the dark ness was thick, so I put to the doors behind me and drew my torch. And there my luck went out, for the torch I found to be useless. It was dead. Now I could, of course, have gone back: but, since Winter needed his torch, it meant going back or send ing him back to my room: so I made up my mind to go on, be cause, though I should have liked it, I could tread upon Virgil’s toes without seeing his face. The gallery seemed broader than I had thought, but at length I was touching the curtains, which had been drawn. At once I turned to the left, for now I had found the windows, I had to do no more than follow their line along. And be cause I had my bearings, perhaps I moved with less care than I should have shown. In any event, I had almost come to the door, when I long, for the turret adjoined the cas tle, yet was complete in itself. An electric light was burning where passage and stairway met, thus lighting the steps up and down as well as the passage itself. I leaned against the wall and heaved a sigh of relief. Harp or no harp, I had gained the position I sought, and Winter and I between us commanded Elizabeth’s suite. If . . . And there I heard a girl laugh . . . a stifled, mischievous laugh , , . to tell me she knew I was there. It was Elsa, of course. I knew that. She must have heard the harp fall and have left Elizabeth’s suite to see what the matter might be. And then she had seen the door open and, probably, me come in. There was only one thing to be done. “Is that you, Elsa?” I said, and stepped to the curling stair. Looking up, I saw her standing, point-device as ever, back to the wall. Then somebody standing behind me laid me out. The first thing that I remember was Percy Virgil’s voice. As I lifted my head, he spoke, And at Last I Knew I Was Saved. brushed against something unwieldy —and knocked it down. Now when a man who is trying not to be heard knocks over a chair or a table, it shortens his life. But when he knocks over such a thing as a harp . . . Not only was the crash appalling, but every string of the instrument sounded its liquid note. Indeed, as I stood there, trembling, I thought that the dulcet announcement would never die, and when at last it did, I should have been glad to die with it, because in all my life I never felt so much abashed. Discovery was, of course, inevitable. I had not only waked the household: I had de clared where I was: for the-harp, like that of the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk, had lifted up an un mistakable voice. I wiped the sweat from my face and waited for the sound of men running and voices raised. Virgil, no doubt, would come thrusting—to rub my nose in the desperate mess I had made. I began to try to pre pare some halting explanation which was not beneath contempt. . . I do not know how long I stood still, but as the moments went by, yet nobody came, I began to dare to believe that I was to be spared. The silence which I had shattered was absolute as ever: no faintest indi cation of movement came to my ears. And at last I knew I was saved. For some extraordinary rea son, no one was coming to answer the call of the harp. Expecting to be discovered and put to shame, I had, of course, re linquished my delicate enterprise: but now there was plainly no rea son why I should withdraw, provid ed that on my way back, when my watch was done, I set up the harp again by the light of the dawn. So I ventured to hold on my course. Before I had covered six feet, I touched the door of the turret to which I was trying to come Now I had expected the staircase to be in darkness: but the moment I opened the door, I knew that a light was burning beyond the oak. For a moment I found this strange. Then I remembered that I had left lights burning on the staircase with in the tower and decided that the practice was natural where danger ous steps were serving a private room. I took the key from the lock, stepped across the threshold and closed the door. I was now in a little, stone pas sage which ran through the castle wall and gave directly on to the tur ret-stair: the wall being four feet thick, th** passage was four feet and a gag was clapped into my mouth—a pad of sweet-smelling silk, which I afterwards found was one of my lady’s chemises, fresh from some drawer. When I tried to sit up, I found that my hands were not free. My wrists were strapped tight together, behind my back. I was still too dazed to make any useful effort, so I laid my head back on the stone and closed my eyes, determined to stay where I was till my strength and my senses came back, for though I could not think straight, I knew that I needed them both as never before. For a moment I seemed to be swaying, al though I was lying still . . . Then somebody made me sit up and pushed my head forward and down . . . Then water was poured on my head and down the back of my neck . . . It was that that cleared my brain, and though my head was aching, from that time on I was healthy in body and mind. I lifted my head and looked round. I was sitting in the passage, just clear of the turret-stair. Percy Vir gil was sitting on the stair, a step or two up. And a man who I knew must be Elgar was standing in the passage beside me, pitcher in hand. Percy Virgil picked up my pistol, looked at the safety-catch, weighed the thing on his palm and slipped it into his coat. Then he glanced at his wrist-watch and fingered hia chin. “You are very convenient, Mr. Exon. I should have got you later, but probably only after an ugly scene. And I do so dislike being crossed . . . But now you’ve avoid ed all that, and, what is more, you have made my path very smooth. You see, my cousin is going. The Lady Elizabeth Virgil is leaving the castle tonight. That was always un derstood, not by you, or that silver- tongued fairy, the Duchess of Whelp. But It was understood by me—as soon as I heard that my cousin was coming back. You see, I don’t want her here. I really made that plain about ten days ago. But some people won’t take a hint . . . Well, now she is going for good. She will never come back." The man stopped there and leaned forward, with glittering eyes. “My luck came in, Mr. Exon, when you knocked over that harp . . . We were going, Mr. Exon. Elsa had received her instructions and Elgar was on this stair. And then you knocked over the harp . . . And so I held everything up and waited for you. “Now what will they find tomor row? Not one, but both of you gone . . . Abduction? Well, hardly. They don’t abduct people like you. What about an illicit elopement? A pas sionate flight? Oh, that’s absurd . . . Wait a minute. Consider that beautiful scene in the belvedere? This evening ... at sunset, Mr. Exon. Yes, you were watched—by a most reliable man. And then the key to her bedroom . . . that a lady gave to her swain? And then the dressing-case . . . which Elsa is packing now? Elsa—there’s a good girl. She will speak to her own reactions—with tears running down her cheeks: how she and you fought for her darling and how her en treaties were foiled by the way of a man with a maid. Aunt Sally may put up a show, but she won’t be able to face these basic facts. And I hardly think she’ll lay them be fore the police. I mean, they might miss the idyll and get the blurb . ..” He got to his feet and yawned. “Go and get her ladyship, Elgar; and tell Monna Lisa I’m not going to wait all night. If she can’t pack a dressing-case—” “It is ready,” said Elsa’s voice, as Elgar went up the stair. “You see, Mr. Exon,” said Vir gil, “the way to win in this world is to go all lengths. It’s simpler, swift er and safer—every time. Think what I should have been spared if I had taken that course ten days ago. But there . . . One lives and learns. Take my two, er, assistants, for instance.” He threw a glance up the stair. “I can count upon Elsa. She’s wanted in Bristol for forgery —a very bad case. But on Elgar I have no hold: so, though he does not know it, he hasn’t got long to live. I think he will be run over— I’m not quite sure. But here they come.” He picked up a length of cord and then stepped over my legs and out of the way. The next moment El gar appeared, with Elizabeth over his shoulder, as though she were wounded and senseless and he was bringing her in. “Put her ladyship down,” said Virgil, making a knot in his cord. Elgar unshouldered his burden and set it down on the steps. My eyes met those of my lady, and order came back to my soul. “Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased?” (TO BE CONTINUED) Carp Is Badge of Audacity for the Boys in Japan; Streamers Old Custom Japanese youths recently cele brated the Boys’ festival, under the aegis of carp, their badge of audacity. The carp is seen as the embodiment of manly virtues, its boldness seen when it leaps a wa terfall. Its unflinching resignation in the face of death is observed when it is laid on the carving board and touched with the flat of the knife—it stops wriggling. In every house where there is a boy, the parents attach at the end of a long pole in the garden, or to the roof of the house, a balloonlike carp made of cotton or silk, and black, yellow or red in color, which the wind fills out, making it swim in the air, according to an authority. One carp is hoisted for each son: a large one, perhaps 15 feet or more in length, for the eldest; others smaller, and quite a tiny one if there is a baby boy in the family. This custom of flying carp streamers began more than 250 years ago as an expression of rival ry on the part of the common folk against the armed classes who used to display outside their dwell ings war streamers, lances, long- handled scimitars and other arms The burghers, who could make no show of arms but were none the less concerned for the welfare of their male children, are said to have hit upon the idea of hoisting paper carp, which, if not exactly awe inspiring, could be made in any dimensions and therefore be more imposing than anything in the s» murai’s armory. Birth of the “Marseillaise” There is a popular story that tha inspiring “Marseillaise" was writ ten as the result of a burst of pa triotism. Actually, the song seem* to have been written not at Mar seilles, but at Strasbourg as a result of the mayor complaining that there was no real marching song for tha troops. Rouget de Lisle composed the words, but doubt exists as to tha composer of the music, says Pear son’s London Weekly. “The Mar seillaise” was first played at a re view of the Garde Nationale on April 29, 1792, and first achieved fame when sung by the Republican troops that assaulted the Tuilariaa a few months later- WHAT to EAT and WHY C. Houston Goudiss Discusses the Diet of Expectant Mother. Some General Rules for Wise Eating at This Important Time By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS ISTINGUISHED writers and sociologists, both here and ' abroad, have concerned themselves in recent years with the writing of a Children’s Charter and a Baby’s Bill of Rights. These efforts are commendable because they dem onstrate a forward-looking attitude ... a genuine attempt to better the lot of the next generation. Indeed, they represent a concerted effort to do for ^—— — children in general what mothers have always tried to do individually for their own children. Before e Baby Is Bom But not every mother realizes what all nutritionists know—that to a not inconsid erable degree, the very foundations of good health for the child are laid down before he is born. For it has been well said that good nutrition for the in fant begins with good nutrition for the mother. Unfortunately, many people, even in this enlightened age, still cling to superstition and old wives’ tales when it comes to choosing the proper foods for those important months before a baby is born. Some Common Fallacies As a result, some expectant mothers overeat, frequently of the wrong kinds of food; others do not take enough of the foods that are required to maintain top health for the mother and build the baby’s body soundly; while still another group believes such antiquated notions as the idea that a woman may eat whatever she “craves” during this period. In view of the fact that recent nutrition work has given ns more knowledge than ever before of how and what the expectant mother should eat, dietetic errors during this period are particularly deplor able. Building Better Babies Every expectant mother should be under the care of a physician, and usually he gives specific ad vice concerning the foods that may be eaten and those that might better be avoided. But every woman will be a better mother if she understands something of the functions and fate of foods, with particular reference to this period. Don’t Overeat Generally speaking, the same foods that are required for a well- balanced diet under ordinary cir cumstances are the ones that will best serve the needs of mother and child during the months be fore a baby is born. There are, however, certain modifications of the diet that may well be taken into consideration. First, a word about the amount of food consumed: It is not neces sary to eat more than is required to satisfy the normal appetite, in the belief that large quantities of additional food are needed. Nu tritionists have demonstrated that the energy requirements of the expectant mother increase only during the last three months of gestation. Thus, it is not neces sary to increase the caloric in take for the first few months, though toward the end of the pe riod a gradual increase in caloric intake may be made under the direction of the physician. It is advisable, however, to emphasize that the character of the addition al food consumed, as well as the amount, should always be taken into consideration. It is important to pay special attention to the amount and kind of protein that is eaten, since over the entire period the baby grows tremendously, even though almost half of the weight of the new-born chi d is added during the final uvo months before birth. Recent investigations also indi cate that the prospective mother is best able to maintain her nu tritional reserve if the amount of protein in her diet is carefully calculated. It is desirable like wise that the protein be of the highest quality. Milk is even more important in the diet of the expectant mother than in that of other adults—not only for its protein, but because of its minerals and vitamins. As a rule, the expectant mother should take a quart of milk a day, whereas the usual diet for adults calls for a pint of milk daily. Minerals and VHamins In addition to requiring protein to help build tissue for her baby, the expectant mother must-have a generous amount of minerals. Calcium and phosphorus are re quired especially for the forma tion of the baby’s bones and teeth. Construction begins on all the teeth before birth, and at birth, all 20 of the first set are completely calcified within the jaw. Besides providing the necessary minerals to help construct bones and teeth, it is also important to include in the prospective moth er’s diet an adequate supply ef vitamins. Vitamin D is essential if the calcium and phosphorus are to be utilized properly, and it has also been indicated that vitamins A and C are likewise most impor tant at this time. The mineral iron is also re quired in significant amounts and this may well be obtained from eggs, dried fruits, whole grain ce reals and green leafy vegetables. It has been found that the thyroid gland is unusually active in the expectant mother. And in those sections of the country where the drinking water and soil are de ficient in iodine, physicians fre quently recommend the use ot some food such as iodized salt. Adequate Bulk or Cellulose It is most desirable that enough bulky foods be included in the diet to help maintain regular health habits. This requirement should be tak en care of automatically if gener ous amounts of fruits, vegetables and whole grain cereals are con sumed. For in addition to their minerals and vitamins, all these foods likewise supply bulk which aids in promoting regularity. The wide use of fruits and vege tables will also help to build up a liberal alkaline reserve, which helps to safeguard health during the period of gestation. If all these factors are taken into consideration, the expectant mother will not only help to pc serve her own health, bnt will take constructive measures to give b baby the blessings of a sound start in life. Then as the healthy, eo tented infant grows into the healthy, happy, active toddler, and later becomes the healthy, well-adjusted school boy, the mother can indeed be proud of her handiwork! C—WNU—C. Houston Goudiss—ISSO—M. i colors you want. Don’t be afraid ! to tackle the gloves. They’re easy, with the detailed sew chart in cluded in your pattern and so smart! Lots of women who haven’t sewed any more than you have are making their own, with this design. Choose flannel, jer sey, or suede. Slenderizing House Dress. This is such a trim, tailored style, with darts at the waistline for slimness, and a gathered bod ice to give fullness over the bust. The skirt has an action pleat for greater comfort. The plain V neckline, finished with edging, is very becoming. All in all, this dress fits so well and looks so well that you should have it in flat crepe or polka dot print as well as in tubfast cottons like calico, per cale, gingham and linen. The Patterns. No. 1652 is designed for sizes 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50 and 52. With long sleeves, size 38 requires 4% yards of 35-inch material; with _ , ,, , . short sleeves, 4% yards; 2Vi yards /^JNE of these designs gives you of edein£r four gay little extras to fresh- „ . , No. 1643 is designed for sizes 14, 16, 18, 20, 40 and 42. Size 16 re- en up your dark dresses and suits —an accessory set comprising a fitted jacket, a soft, roomy bag, a tailored ascot scarf and a pair of those new boxy-figured gloves. The other is a practical house dress, so comfortable and so good- looking that you’ll want it for shopping and runabout as well as for home work. Make the frivo lous accessory set—make the use ful house dress! Both are easy, and you’ll enjoy them both! Four Matching Accessories. It will make your clothes seem like lots more, if you vary them with bright accessories in just the quires 1% yards of 54-inch fabric for the jacket; % yard for the gloves, with % yard contrast; 1% yards for the scarf and % yard for the bag. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020, 211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, I1L Price of patterns, 15 cents (in coins) each. e Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. AROUND >h. HOUSE Items of Interest to the Housewife Shining the Stove. — Before 1 blackening the kitchen stove go over it with a cloth dipped in vine gar to remove all the grease. e e • Hints to Carpenters. — When driving nails into hard wood touch the end of the nails with lard or tallow, when they will be found to go in much more easily. • •. • A Blanket Note.—To keep the tops of blankets and quilts clean, bind the edges with pieces of cheesecloth about 16 inches wide. These can be tinted to match the blanket, and removed when soiled. • • • Care of Aluminum.—Aluminum is one material which is apt to warp if cold water is run into it after it has been removed from the fire and is still very hot. Either wait a bit before putting the pan to soak or run boiling hot water into it for soaking. • • • Scorch Marks.—Bicarbonate of soda is useful for removing scorch marks from white silk. Make into a paste with cold water and leave on the stains until dry. Squeaky Carpet Sweeper. — If your carpet sweeper squeaks, ap ply oil on a feather or from a small oil can. Use the oil on the bearings and around the wheels. Then run the sweeper over a pa per to catch any surplus oil so it won’t drip on your rugs. • • • For New Griddle.—To prepare a new aluminum griddle for use, first wash well in warm water and soap suds and remove any labels. The griddle is hot enough on a range when a small piece of paper placed on top will brown. Lower the heat and start baking. Cakes often stick if the griddle is too hot. Wash the griddle after it has been used in plenty of hot soapy water and wipe perfectly dry before storing. • • • To Whip Evaporated Milk,— Evaporated milk can be whipped by this method: Cover can with two inches of cold water, bring to boil and boil for five minutes. Then cool and chill the can thor oughly, pour milk into cold bowl and whip with a cold beater. Q UESTION You never seem to have a cold, Ethel. NSWER Perhaps I’m just lucky. 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