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THE JIM HOGG COUNTY ENTERPRISE
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Jlsk Me Another
Q A General Quiz
The Questions
1. What does the nautical term
"anchors aweigh” mean?
2. Are any tin mines operated in
the United States?
3. What is meant by bio-
genesis?
4. What is the world's annual
income?
5. How many states were repre-
sented when the Constitution was
adopted?
6. Which releases more mois-
ture into the air, an acre of a
lake or an acre of forest?
The Answers
1. Lifting the anchor so the ship
may proceed.
2. The only tin mine now op-
erating in the United States is lo-
cated at Lincolnton, N. C. All
other tin has to be imported from
South America.
3. Natural generation of life
from life.
4. The world's annual income to-
day is estimated at $300,000,000,-
000.
5. Twelve. Rhode Island did
not send a delegate.
6. Because of the heavy trans-
piration that takes place in trees,
an acre of forest releases into the
atmosphere more moisture than
an acre of lake.
Cy burning 25% slower than
the average of the 15 other
of the largest-selling brands
tested—slower than any of
them —CAMELS give smok-
ers the equivalent of
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e CAMELS were found to contain
— MORE TOBACCO BY WEIGHT
than the average for the 15 other of
the largest-selling brands.
O CAMELS BURNED SLOWER
Cm THAN ANY OTHER BRAND
TESTED - 25% SLOWER THAN
THE AVERAGE TIME OF THE 15
OTHER OF TIIE LARGEST-SELL-
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slower, on the average, Camels give
smokers the equivalent of 5 EXTRA
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O In the same tests CAMELS HrLD
O THEIR ASH FAR LONGER than
the average for the other brands.
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CHAPTER XI—Continued
—11—
And Mrs. Tame added, in her
slow, precise fashion: "We have no
information to give you. My moth-
er was in bed and asleep. I was
with her. My son Asa was asleep
in the dining-room. My husband
was at home. My son Rab was in
Providence. Miss Leaford was—I
don’t know where. 1 knew nothing
till the electric lights went out, and
I started to look at the fuse-box,
and saw the flames from the pantry
window.”
Rab insisted: "Gentlemen, you
can’t annoy these ladies! They have
suffered—”
But Mrs. Taine said quietly:
“Nonsense, Rab. It is not a ques-
tion of annoyance, or of endurance.
1 do not choose to be questioned;
that is all.” She repeated: “And I
wish this dangerous gossip stopped,
now.” She nodded toward the door
in a gesture of dismissal.
Tope said gently: “I see you
burned your hand!”
Mrs. Taine eyed him steadily.
"Yes, when I lighted one of the
lamps,” she said. "The match-
head—"
But Rab cried bitterly: ‘"Gentle-
men, I won’t permit this! You must
go.”
Tope looked to Inspector Heale
for guidance; and the other yielded.
iSo the two men came out together;
and out of doors, in the lee of the
house, sheltered from the rain,
Heale mopped his brow.
Chief Mason stopped, and turned;
and Tope with a nod toward the ru-
ins of the burned houses asked:
“You think you can find anything
in there?”
“It will be a piece of luck if we
do,” the Chief confessed. "Arson’s
always hard to prove." He added:
“There was a gas-explosion, sure.
And by the way the fire ripped up
through that laundry-chute, I should
think oil had been poured down the
chute, or gasoline. It’s not likely
we’ll find anything, but we might.
And he said grimly: “But I’ll go
through the ashes with a sifter. If
there’s anything there, I mean to
get it. Old Denman Hurder was a
gentleman. He always had a word
for any man on the street. I liked
him.”
"He’s still alive,” Tope pointed
out.
"He’s full of smoke, and gas too,”
Mason replied. "Must have had
enough gas to kill him.”
"No chance it was accident?”
Tope asked soberly.
"Might have been,” the Chief
grudgingly assented. "There was a
gas-leak somewhere. The cellar and
their room must have been full of
it. And crossed wires sputtering
might have set it off. The place
was a firetrap. Mr. Hurder had
had electric lights put in, with a de-
cent installation, but then the others
connected up to his line, and did the
work themselves. Poor job, prob-
ably. It s a wonder they hadn’t
had trouble before.”
Tope nodded, and he asked: "Then
how do you know it wasn’t just
crossed wires, and a leaky union in
the gas-line?”
The Chief said honestly: "f don’t
know how 1 know. But when you’ve
been in this business as long as I
have, there are some fires that don’t
smell right; that’s all. You get a
hunch they’re wrong, without know-
ing why.”
The Inspector looked at him ap-
provingly. He had observed some-
thing of the sort himself, so many
times. He inquired:
"Chief, were you slow in answer-
ing the alarm tonight?"
"Don’t think so," the Chief as-
sured him. "I wasn’t there, but
nobody said anything about a de-
lay.”
"I’d like to know what time the
alarm came in," Tope told him.
"And what time the first apparatus
got here.”
“I’ll get it for you,” the Chief
promised. He turned back to the
dying fire.
Tope and Inspector Heale went
on to the police car beside the road;
and Heale confessed in an irascible
tone: "We’ve got almighty little to
go on, Tope. No place to begin.”
"I like to find out as much about
the time things happened as I can,"
Tope suggested. "Let’s drive down
right now and check up on that
telephone-call. Nothing to do here
till daylight, anyway."
Heale agreed; so they departed
on this mission. Heale phoned to
ask the Providence police to make
inquiries about Rab Taine; and they
got from Fire Headquarters a rec-
ord of the alarm. Then Providence
called back; Heale answered, and
reported to Tope, with a dry amuse-
ment:
"Here’s something! Rab Taine was
there, all right; but he wasn’t alone.
’Mr. and Mrs.’ Registered in. under
hia own name, late last night,
checked out about midnight, after
he got a phone call.”
Tope felt hia pulses quicken; and
Heale commented: “Pretty cool
proposition, going off on a spree,
vith hia grandpa dead at home.”
Ha aeemed to aea no mora in the
incident than an ugly intrigue, and
Tope offered no comment. So pres-
ently they drove back up Kenesaw
Hill. There they could only wait,
while the embers of the Hurder
house still smoked and steamed In-
spector Heale went presently to
sleep, here beside Tope in the car.
A gray and miserable dawn came
at last, through the drenched and
sodden trees to reveal the desola-
tion here. Where the Hurder house
had stood was a black pit now, with
embers and half-burned timbers
scattered all around. Firemen were
busy; and steam still rose from the
embers. Dawn became day, and In-
spector Heale woke, and took Tope
away to breakfast and brought him
back again.
They could only wait; and it was
near noon when they got back to
Kenesaw Hill. The Chief at lust
came swiftly toward them, with
something in his hand. He extend-
ed it triumphantly. “There, look
at that!” he cried.
Tope saw what it w’as: a large
fuse of the sort used in electric cir-
cuits designed to carry a consider-
able current. It was a cylinder
“You’re fine. Miss I.eaford,”
Tope said. "This is hard for you,
and I know it and understand.”
some three inches long, with brass
or copper ends, of heavy waxed
cardboard composition.
At one place this tough composi-
tion, harder than wood, had been
whittled with a knife till the soft
metal conveyer within was exposed.
This metal now was fused. The com-
position was smutted all around the
opening. The whole was set as
though it had lain in water.
And Chief Mason cried tri-
umphantly: "There you are! That's
how it was done.”
Tope turned the thing in his hand.
“Just how do you mean?” he asked.
And the Chief explained:
"Someone turned on the gas in
the cellar, let it run for a while;
then he short-circuited the light
wires, somehow, and blew this fuse.
The flash would set off the gas.”
And he added: "It was a piece of
luck we got this. The explosion
must have blown it off the wall,
and it fell in a drain-ditch full of
water, didn’t burn.”
Inspector Tope felt a quick pre-
monition of success. It was such
accidents as this which had be-
trayed murderers before, and would
again. He looked at Inspector Heale
wondering whether the other had
the same thought; but Hcale’s eyes
were fixed on someone a little dis-
tance off, and when Tope swung
that way, he saw the man whom
June had called Uncle Jim ap-
proaching them at swift long
strides.
He came near, and he cried:
"Where’s—Miss Leaford?”
Heale said harshly: “Where’ve
you been? I’ve been looking for
you.”
Glovere made an impatient ges-
ture. "Is she all right?” he in-
sisted.
Tope said gently: "Yes, she’s all
right, Mr. Leaford.”
And at that word Heale swung
toward him, then back to the other
man. "You Mr. Leaford?” he de-
manded in a quick astonishment.
There was a long silence; the oth-
er at last lifted his hand helplessly.
"Yes. Yes. When Kitty died, I went
away . . . Came back yesterday.
But I didn’t know about this till
just now.”
"Where were you last night?”
Heale demanded.
"In my cabin down there.”
"Didn’t wake up?”
“No. I’d lost sleep lately.”
Heale made a gesture of satisfac-
tion. "I guess you're the man I
want," he said.
June's father stared at him with
narrowing eyes. "What are you
talking about?” he demanded.
It was Tope who answered. “We
think Mrs. Leaford was murdered,
think this last night was murder
too,” he said.
And Heale added in a complacent
tone: "So that’s why I want you,
Mr. Leaford. You're going for a
little ride with me.”
CHAPTER XII
June woke to strange surround-
ings; to a room she had never seen
before, a bed she did not know. She
woke, and lay with wide eyes, re-
membering; and for a while she
was content to stay abed, putting
her thoughts in order, assorting ail
her horrified impressions of the
night before . At last she heard
someone stop outside her door and
stand still there as though listening;
for a moment she shuddered with
vague terrors, then decided this
must be a friendly step, and called:
"Come in.”
So Miss Moss opened the door;
and June saw kindness in her, and
strength and affection. The older
woman came gently to her bedside;
she said quietly:
“Good morning. Miss Leaford.
Did you sleep well?”
"I must have, I think," June con-
fessed. "What time is it?”
"Past eleven,” Miss Moss told
her gently. “Stay in bed. I'll bring
you some coffee.”
But June sat up quickly. "Oh. no.
So late!” And she asked: "Where's
Clint?”
“Sound asleep.”
"Is he all right?”
"Yes; yes, my dear. Perfectly.
Just a few burns and blisters.”
"He was so brave,” June whis-
pered proudly; and Miss Moss said
smilingly:
"He's sleeping like a child. He
took Inspector Tope out there last
night, after you went to bed; but
he came back soon himself, and I
took care of him."
June nodded. "You’ve always
taken care of him, haven’t you?"
"Since his mother died, yes.—Of
him and of Clara."
The girl insisted on arising; and
she and Miss Moss had a long hour
together before Clint woke at all,
moving quietly, speaking in half-
whispers so that he might not be
disturbed. Once the telephone rang,
and Miss Moss answered it. June
heard her speak in a steady nega-
tion to some insistent one, and
guessed the truth before Miss Moss
confessed to her.
"That was your cousin,” the old-
er woman explained. "Mr. Taine—
wanting you to come home. He said
he would come fetch you.”
"Rab or Asa?” June asked, al-
most fearfully.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, I don’t want to go,’’ the
girl declared. "I can’t bear to go
back there.”
"You need not,” Miss Moss as-
sured her calmly. “You will stay
here as long as you choose, my
dear.” She smiled and lifted the re-
ceiver off the hook. “We’ll not even
answer the telephone,” she de-
clared. "Besides, it might wake
Clint. He needs sleep."
“I want to see him,” June ad-
mitted, her cheeks bright; Miss
Moss smiled, and on a sudden im-
pulse put her arm around the girl.
Later Miss Moss heard a buzzing
in the telephone, and it continued
so persistently that she lifted the
receiver. This was Aunt Evie, in-
sisting in her even, pitiless tones
that June come home. But Miss
Moss yielded not an inch; and June,
when she heard who it was, cried:
"I can’t, Miss Moss. Mother’s
dead, and now Grandma. Oh, I
can't go back to them.”
Her voice was raised; it may have
roused Clint, asleep in Inspector
Tope’s own bed. He came in pa-
jamas to the door, his hair rumpled,
his eyes drowsy, still not fully
waked. But when June saw him
there, she ran into his arms, and
he held her close; and Miss Moss
said in a deep and tender mirth:
"She wouldn’t be happy till you
did wake up, Clint. 1 couldn't please
her.”
Charm in n. Practical
Midsummer Patterns
June looked back over her shoul-
der and said gratefully: “You were
sweet to me. But—I did want Clint
too.”
So June was able to forget for a
while those horrors of last night;
she and Clint and Miss Moss laughed
together over the breakfast-table,
and while they washed dishes after-
ward. But early in the afternoon
Inspector Tope came home. The
old man was tired and worn and
haggard, and his clothes were sod-
den. Miss Moss seized on him and
hustled him, protesting, away to
change; she would have put him to
bed, but the Inspector balked.
June asked Clint desperately:
"What is it, dear? What has hap-
pened? Why is he—that way?” And
suddenly: "Why do you call him
‘Inspector’? Is he a policeman?"
“He used to be,” Clint told her.
“For years.” He thought uncertain-
ly to distract her attention; and he
said almost eagerly: "He can tell
you the greatest stories, about the
cases he had, the things he did. I
guess he’s the greatest detective
they ever had around here.”
She stared at him with narrowed
eyes. "Detective?” she whispered.
"But why—” And suddenly Clint
saw the blood drain out of her lips
T'HE afternoon dress with v-
* neckline, slim skirt and shirred
bodice (17711) is unusually pretty
for those of you who take women’s
sizes. Make it for hot days with
short, full sleeves; repeat it later
on, with the narrow roll collar and
long, snug sleeves. Voile, chiffon,
georgette, silk print and thin wool
are pretty materials for it.
Dress With Jacket-Blouse.
A classic two-piecer that will
give you loads of wear on your
vacation travels as well as sum-
and leave them white
marble;
but her eyes were steady. "Clint,1
she demanded, "does he think—”
But he was saved the necessity of
answering, for Inspector Tope and
Miss Moss come out to them again;
and June turned to the older man.
"You think someone killed my moth-
er?” she said swiftly.
Clint protested something, and In-
spector Tope stood uncertain: but
June turned to Miss Moss. "Tell
me," she insisted. "Is it true?"
Miss Moss answered her. "Yes,
June,” she said. "1 think it is true.
Her voice was infinitely kind.
June’s eyes closed; she seemed
to grow tall, she stood so straight
and still. She looked at them all
again, and said slowly:
"You must tell me. Oh, tell me
what to do.”
Miss Moss and Clint were silent,
full of tenderness: but Inspector
Tope spoke in a deep approval.
"You’re fine, Miss Leaford," he
said. "This is hard for you, and I
know it, und understand. I would
like to talk to you.” he explained
gravely. "If you can stand talk,
questions.”
Tope began with Mrs. Leaford; he j
came at last to the tragedy of the 1
night before. "Your grandmother
died,” he said, "Mr. Hurder is still
alive. He ought to be in a hospita’.
to have every chance; but Mrs.
Taine insists on keeping him there.
Attending him herself—”
He was silent for a moment,
frowning, foreboding in hi3 eyes.
Then he went on:
"Now you’ve already told me
about your mother and the night she
died. You remember, when I came
out with Clint. But Miss Leaford,
I want to ask you about last night—
about everything that happened be-
fore you left the house to meet
Clint: who you saw, what you did,
what other people did.”
So June, picking her words with
care,arranging her memories in or-
der, began to tell him; and while
she talked, he made an occasional
note, on a pad of paper, till she con-
cluded at last:
"And then Clint brought me away,
brought me in here.”
Inspector Tope nodded with a deep
approval. "That's fine,” he said;
and he explained: "I’ve been trying
to figure out the times when some
of these things happened. I've made
a schedule. Some of this you don’t
know about; but you and Clint look
at it and see if it's about right, as
far as you know.”
(TO llh CONTINUED)
mer days in town, is 1783. It
brings you a sleeveless tennis
frock with sunbaek, that becomes
a smart little summer suit when
you add the fitted jacket-blouse.
Thus you can solve two important
clothes problems with this one
easy pattern. It will be charming
in linen, gingham, pique or shark-
skin.
The Patterns.
No. 1779 is designed for sizes 34,
36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46 und 48. Size
36 requires 4'3 yards of 39 inch
material with short sleeves and
no collar; 47* yards with collar,
and long or short sleeves.
No. 1783 is designed for sizes 12,
14, 16, 18 and 20. Size 14 requires
4:k yards of 35 inch material, with-
out nap, for frock; 13« yards for
jacket. 4 yards of trimming.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1324,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
m«ll Syndic, te WNU Service.I
Common Colda May Cause Infections in
Sinuses and Parts of Respiratory Tract
The common cold can cause in-
fection in the sinuses, other parts of
the respiratory tract and ears, Sid-
ney N. Parkinson, M.D., Oakland,
Calif., says in The Journal of the
American Medical Association.
Nasal congestion during a cold j
interferes with circulation about the j
openings of the sinuses. This in-
creases swelling and congestion
within the sinuses and permits ac-
cumulation of mucopus which the
hair-like projections in the respira-
tory tract are unable to remove.
This complication is unfavorable to
tissue defense.
"The purpose of local treatment
during acute infection is ventilation
in order to improve drainage,” the
author says. Shrinkage of the nasal
mucous membranes with drugs
opens the air passages. Free drain-
age then takes place if in the proc-
ess of ventilation the hairlike drain-
age mechanism has not been dam-
aged. This is why the selection of
a physiologic drug is so important.
Ephedrine in Locke's solution or its
equivalent constitutes an efficient
harmless agent for shrinkage.
The drug best reaches the mem-
branes of the air passages with the
patient lying on his side with his
head bent downward exactly side-
wise, using the shoulder as a ful-
crum.
After from three to five minutes
the head is rotated to face down to
permit the nasal contents to escape
from the nostrils. The head-low
posture permits all important struc-
tures within the nose to come in
contact with the medication and ob-
viates any injury.
Teelh of the Dog
Every dog regardless of size or
breed has the same number ot
teeth. Even in the Pekingese and
bulldog with their smashed-in faces,
though the teeth may be cruwUed.
crossed and crooked, there are a!
ways 42 and they are always in the
same groups and locations. All have
four canine or fangs, two In each
jaw, one in each corner with six in
cisors or cutting teeth between
them, 18 premolars and eight mo
lars or grinders. The canine teeth
are the dog's weapons with which
he slashes his opponents and the>
also help the Incisors tear the car
casses of his kill or large chunks
of meat.
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