Shiner Gazette (Shiner, Tex.), Vol. 45, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 24, 1938 Page: 7 of 8
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SHINER GAZETTE, SHINER. TEXAS
BANNER SERIAL FICTION
She Painted Her Face
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SYNOPSIS
Richard Exon, a poor young Englishman,
befriends elderly Matthew Gering, who at
his death, gives him a statement claiming
hf. Gering, is Rudolph Elbert Virgil, Count
of Brief, of ancient Austrian nobility who
was betrayed 20 years before by his twin
brother, Ferdinand, whose sentence for
forgery he himself served. Ferdinand ap-
propriated his title, property and daughter.
Before he dies, Gering tells Exon there is a
family secret, known only to the head of
uie house, to be found in the great tower at
Brief, by a doorway none can ever find.
Exon inherits his uncle’s fortune and sets
out to right Gering’s wrongs. En route
he encounters Percy Elbert Virgil, son
of the villainous Ferdinand and sees him
in conference with Inskip, a diamond
merchant. He engages a valet, Winter,
who hates Percy and meets by chance at a
garage, John Herrick, who is a linguist and
who as a youth served as a page at Gering’s
wedding, and had visited Brief. Herrick
agrees to aid Exon. They establish head-
quarters at Brenda Revoke’s farm at
Raven, a few miles from Brief and make
their plans. They find the castle almost
inaccessible. They see a- closed car oc-
cupied by Percy Virgil, a chauffeur and a
woman. Hearing a dog scream, they see
the chauffeur flogging it, just as a horse with
a girl astride bounds along the path and is
felled by a strung wire. The girl, uncon-
scious, is picked up carelessly by the
chauffeur and woman, who then run away,
after dropping her. Exon rescues the girl
and carries her to his waiting car. He identi-
fies the girl as Elizabeth, daughter of the
disowned Gering, tells her of her cousin’s
plot to abduct her and takes her to Raven,
CHAPTER III—Continued
— 6
Herrick glanced at his watch.
“It’s eight o’clock now, and she’ll
probably sleep till lunch. D’you pro-
pose to tell her the truth this after-
noon?”
“About her father? Why not?’
“Very good,” said Herrick. “And
then?”
I got to my feet.
“I’m going to suggest that she
stay here. It’s clear that Brief isn’t
safe. If she is to come by her
rights, we’ve got to get Percy down.
And we’ve stolen a march on him—
if she doesn’t go back. You see,
he’ll think that his bullies carried
her off. There’s nothing to show
that they failed. And they’re not
likely to tell him—from what you
say.”
We had finished lunch, but Lady
Elizabeth Virgil was still asleep, so,
since we were both of us tired, Her-
rick withdrew to his chamber and I
went down to the meadows, to take
some rest.
After a very few minutes I fell
asleep.
I afterwards found I had slept for
an hour and a half, but when I sat
up with a start—for I had meant
only to doze, so that I might be in
attendance directly my lady came
down—there she was sitting before
me and waiting for me to wake up.
“Good Lord,” said I, “Where’s
Brenda? I told her to let me know
the moment you waked.”
Lady Elizabeth smiled.
“I overruled your orders,” she
said.
She had changed her clothes and
was wearing a full-skirted frock
falling perhaps three inches be-
low her knees, which had come out
of Brenda’s drawer.
I begged her to excuse me a mo-
ment and stepped to the stream.
There I laved my face and my
hands, and then came back better
fitted to tell my tale.
I took my seat before her and
waited for her to begin.
“I’m told I can trust you,” she
said. “How do I come to be here,
instead of at Brief? What was the
reason you gave me? You see, I
can remember nothing from the mo-
ment I took my toss. That’s some-
times the way of concussion. Did
you pick me up?”
“It’s a curious story,” said I.
“May I tell it in my own way?
And I’ll answer what questions you
like as soon as I’ve done.”
“That’s fair enough. Will you give
me a cigarette?”
I did as she asked, and then I
told her my tale, beginning from
where we had sighted the closed and
numberless car and ending with
Herrick’s account of its occupants’
consternation on finding their vic-
tim gone. She never interrupted me
©nee, but sat very still with her
beautiful eyes on my face, and she
showed no emotion at all, except
that once or twice she knitted her
brows.
When I had done, she lifted her
head to the sky.
“I should like to thank you,” she
said, “before I say anything else.
But for you ...” A tremor ran
through her. “That change of
marked clothes sounds ugly. I was
to be passed off as somebody else.
Never mind. I’m very grateful. I
think you’ve probably saved far
more than my life.”
I got to my knees and put out
my hands for hers.
“Take hold of them, please,” I
said. “I’m going to give you a
shock.”
Her eyes never left my eyes, but
she did as I said.
“A year ago last April, your fa-
ther died in my arms. He was the
Count of Brief, The man you call
father is your uncle, and your cous-
in his only sea.”
Eyes shut, liead back, her under-
lip caught in her teeth, she held to
my hands as though she would nev-
er let go, and her breath was whis-
tling in her nostrils and the blood
was out of her face.
“What . . . proof . . . have . . .
you ... of these things?”
“I will go and get it,” I said.
“No, no. Don’t leave me just yet.
You say that—that this man is my
uncle, and not my father at all: that
he is Percy’s father ...”
“Yes,” said I.
“Does my cousin know this?”
“I shouldn’t think so,” said I.
“That’s the kind of secret which a
man not only keeps but does his best
to forget.”
She nodded thoughtfully.
Then—
“Will you show me the proof you
spoke of? When you say that this
man is my uncle, I know that’s true.
I mean, it explains—everything. But
I cannot realize that he is not the
Count of Brief. And what of my
mother? Wasn’t he married to
her?”
I got to my feet.
“Your father’s statement,” I said,
“will make everything plain.” I
hesitated. “Only please don’t hope
I heard Brenda draw in her
breath.
Then—
“But who would—■”
“That,” said Percy, “is what we
want to find out. This is a ser-
geant" of police, with one of his
men.” He turned to the strangers.
“This girl is Brenda Revoke.”
The sergeant stepped forward.
“We are seeking to trace two
strangers lately seen near Brief in
a fine, gray car.” He jerked his
head at the man whom I thought
I knew. “This blacksmith saw them
in Gola four days ago. And other
people have seen them this side of
Brief.”
Brenda laughed.
“You mean our visitors?”
“There you are,” said Virgil.
“What did I say?”
“We do not lodge bandits,” said
Brenda, coldly enough. “These are
two English gentlemen, who—”
“Since when have they been
here?” said the sergeant.
“They came to us five days ago.”
“And are they within?”
“I believe,” said Brenda, “that
they are taking their tea.”
“Then tell them the police would
er than mine, and he had, besides,
an address which would have un
settled the hottest enemy.
“We’ve no time to discuss,” he
said, “the line we should take. But
I think we must get dear Percy to
help us out. This means giving
something away, but charity some-
times comes off.”
“You mean?” said I.
“I’m not quite sure,” said Her-
rick. “I have an idea, but it’s still
in a state of flux. Should it taka
shape, I have a horrid feeling thfct
Percy is going to perspire. An©
now don’t talk for a moment. If—”
Here Brenda flew in with her sum-
mons, fairly aglow with excitement
and ready for any mischief that we
might command.
“Have they found a map?” I said,
rising,
“They are now inspecting it, sir—
with their eyes half out of their
heads.”
“Good,” said Herrick. “Where’s
Winter?”
“At tea in the kitchen, sir.”
“Tell him to stay there,” said
Herrick. “And if he should be sent
for, to tell the truth—except, of
course, on one point. He’s never
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for too much. It’ll prove what I’ve
told to you: but it wouldn’t cut
much ice in a Court of Law.”
“I don’t care about that. I want
to be sure myself.”
‘So you shall be,” said I, and
made my way to the house.
Three minutes later I faced my
lady again.
“There are the papers,” I said.
“One is your father’s statement,
which he had written and signed.
The other is mine, which sets out
what he told me before he died.
Both of these are copies. The origi-
nals lie at my bank.”
She read them through twice over.
Then she folded the sheets and lifted
her head.
'My God,” she cried. “My God,
how he must have suffered. Sent
down into hell by the man he was
trying to save. Sent down for good
—for ever. Sentenced to death—for
life . . . And what of the man who
did it?” Her ey§s were aflame.
“What of that double-traitor that
saved his body by losing his broth-
er’s soul?”
“I’ll go all lengths,” said I, “to
help you to bring him down.”
“Good Evening, Gentlemen. I’m Told You Wish to See Us.”
CHAPTER IV
There is at Raven a window, 12
feet from the farm’s front door.
Masked by one of its curtains, I
watched a car approach and sweep
to the foot of the steps. On the other
side of the window, Herrick was
standing still, with his back to the
wall.
In the car were four men. Two
were strangers to me, one seemed
faintly familiar, and Percy Virgil
himself had the driving-wheel.
I shot a glance at Herrick and
wondered what was to come.
Virgil switched off his engine and
wiped his sinister face. Then he fol-
lowed his fellows out of the car.
I heard the front door open be-
fore they had reached the steps.
Then—
“Good evening, Brenda,” said
Virgil. “I’m afraid I’ve some seri-
ous news. My cousin’s been taken
—kidnaped.”
“The Lady Elizabeth? Kid-
naped?”
“It’s true enough, I’m afraid. Her
horse came in without her this
morning, at six o’clock. At first we
thought she’d been thrown, but it’s
worse than that. We found clear
signs of a struggle in one of the
rides.”
like to speak with them here.”
“No. Wait a moment,” said Vir-
gil. “First show us their car.” He
turned to the police. “If this fel-
low identifies it—”
“I think, perhaps,” said the ser-
geant, but Virgil cut him short.
“Can’t you see,” he said, “how
much it’ll strengthen your hand?”
“Very well,” said the other, re-
luctantly.
Brenda hesitated. Then she passed
down the steps and led them away
to the left and out of my sight . . .
In a flash we were both at the
door, en route for our sitting-room.
As we entered the hall, Lady Eliz-
abeth Virgil slipped from behind
the front door.
“And now?” she said.
“We may,” said Herrick, “We
may have to call upon you. We
shan’t if we can help it, but Percy,
er, knows no law.”
She smiled and nodded.
“All right.”
And then we were back in our
room and had shut the door.
Quite apart from the fact that I
could speak no German, Herrick
was plainly the man to play our dif-
ficult hand. His wit was far quick-
seen my lady at any time.”
Brenda nodded and fled, and we
strolled out of the house and into
the drive. The police and Virgil
were there, but the smith was not
to be seen. I afterwards found that
he had been left with the Rolls—to
raise the alarm in case we should
try to make off.
I had wondered if Percy Virgil
would know me again, for, while I
had had good reason to study him
and his ways, I had been to him
no more than one of several guests
at a country hotel. But he did—im-
mediately. And though he would
have concealed it, I saw him
start . . .
Herrick was addressing the po-
lice.
“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m
told that you wish to see us. If we
can be of service in any way . . .”
The police seemed taken aback. I
suppose that we did not resemble
the men they had expected to see.
Then the sergeant took off his hat.
“The matter is serious,” he said.
“Of course,” said Herrick. “Oth-
erwise you would first have asked
us before inspecting our car.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Hall-Marked” Houses Are Now Being1
Built in London; Jerry-Building Out
You cannot be fooled into buying
a plated spoon in place of a silver
one, because the silver one bears
the government hall-mark, and put-
ting any such mark on the plated
spoon would get its maker into se-
rious trouble.
But you and I or anyone who is
not an expert in building can get
very badly swindled by buying a
house which, however pretty it looks,
is actually jerry-built, asserts Syd-
ney Forth in London Answers maga-
zine.
What does “jerry-built” mean? It
includes the use of badly burned
bricks sometimes covered with
stucco or rough-cast to hide them;
the use of unseasoned wood, which
shrinks and is likely to dry rot;
weak floor joists; lack of a proper
damp course; windows glazed with
inferior glass; the use of concrete
made with clinker; and a large
number of similar swindles.
War has been declared on jerry-
building by the Birmingham and
District House Builders association,
ors will be hall-marked. A hall-mark
brick of special design will be built
in over the porch.
Although this scheme was intro-
duced only a short time ago, nearly
a thousand homes have been in-
spected, and hall-marked houses
are now being built in all parts of
the city and its suburbs.
There is a building research sta-
tion at Garston, near Watford,
where many sorts of building mate-
rials are tested.
At present about one-seventh of
the nation’s income is being spent
on building. Nearly three million
people are employed in the trade.
Of every £100 spent in building
houses, £40 goes for labor, £10 in
overhead costs, and no less than £50
for material. Builders who attempt
to foist off bad material in the fu-
ture are likely to find themselves in
serious trouble.
Early Kind of Match
One of the first types of matches
was the brimstone match, which
spark “ ^ »
OP?, SEW
4*"“ Ruth Wyeth Spears
'T'HERE is an amusing story
A about the mittens and scarf
shown here. They were not hand
knitted. They were purchased
rather hurriedly and sent to a
young miss who was away at
school. She had wanted something
rather gay and a bit foreign look-
ing to wear for skating and these
were perfectly plain and pretty
drab. She didn’t take her disap-
jk
pointment lying down, but decided
to brighten up that scarf and mit-
ten set and make it speak a for-
eign language as well! She found
the Swedish cross-stitch design
shown here and copied it in all its
gay colors on the ends of the scarf
and backs of the mittens.
Hand knitted mittens and other
knitted things in plain colors may
also be decorated with this pert
flower pattern. Start at the upper
right corner of the large flower
and make the cross stitches as
at A and B. This flower is a
brilliant red, the small flowers
bright blue and the stems jade
green.
NOTE — Mrs. Spears’ Sewing
Book 2—Gifts, Novelties and Em-
broidery—has helped thousands of
women to use odds and ends of
materials and their spare time to
make things to sell and to use for
gifts and church bazaars. If
your home is your hobby you will
also want Book 1—SEWING for
the Home Decorator. Order by
number enclosing 25 cents for
each book. If you order both
books, a leaflet on crazypatch
quilts with 36 authentic stitches
will be included free. Address
Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Desplaines St.,
Chicago, 111.
AROUND
THE HOUSE
Economy Note.—Save all celery
tops, wash and dry them and
place in the oven, turning them
now and then. Store the leaves in
an airtight tin. Use them for fla-
voring soups, salads, etc.
* * *
A Scrap Book.—A large loose-
leaf note book is inexpensive and
handy to use if you are saving
the newspaper clippings of the do-
ings of anyone in the family. More
pages can be added when need-
ed and any added data may be
written on the note book paper
alongside of the articles.
* * *
Germless Brushes. — Once a
week pour a little peroxide of hy-
drogen over the toothbrushes to
sterilize them. Rinse with cold
water and hang up in their places.
We pay so much attention to the
teeth and so little tb the brush
these days.
* * *
Toast Animals. — Cut animal
shapes out of bread with animal
cookie cutters. Spread with but-
ter and toast a light golden brown
under the broiler. Serve these to
the children to eat with their soup.
* * *
Washing Dingy Bath Towels.—
Bath towels that have become din-
gy should be put into boiler of cold
Wi. er, soap added and a little
lei;;; m juice. Heat water to boil-
ing point. Rinse towels in luke-
warm blueing water and hang in
the sun.
* * *
Keeping Apples Whole.—Core
apples before paring. They are
less likely to break. A broad par-
ing causes much waste because
of the rounding surface of the
apples.
CHECK
YOURSELF
FOR THESE COMMON
SIGNS OF
ACID INDIGESTION
Q Heartburn D Soar Stomach
Q Nausea □ Headache
□ No Appetite Q “Gas'
- Tired Feeling in
U Morning
Q “Logginess”
• If You Have Any of These
Symptoms — and Suspect
Acid Indigestion as the
Cause — “Alkalize” the
Quick, Easy “Phillips9”
Way. If the Trouble Persists
—See your Doctor,
Now there is a way to relieve “acid
indigestion” — with almost Incredi-
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spoonfuls of Phillips’ Milk of Mag-
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take 2 Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia
Tablets, the exact equivalent.
Results are amazing. Often you
get relief in a few minutes. Nausea
and upset distress disappear. It
produces no gas to embarrass you
and offend others.
Try it—Get liquid Phillips’ Milk
of Magnesia for home use and a box
of Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia Tab-
lets to carry with you.
PHILLIPS’ MILK OF MAGNESIA
* IN LIQUID OR TABLET FORM
For You to Choose
God offers to every mind its
choice between truth and repose.
Take which you please, you can
never have both.—Emerson.
FOR HEAD COLDS
Relieve the discomfort—put
2 drops Penetro Nose Drops
in each nostril—the astring-
ent-like action of the ephe,
drine and essential oils re-
lieves the congestion, permits
freer nasal breathing. Sooth-
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You feel relief with every
breath you take. Always
demand Penetro Nose
Drops.
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A Trade Mark Is an Honor Badge
and
Newspaper Advertising the Sentinel
Substitutes today are the illegitimate children of business. They
are fatherless and unknown and they come to the consumer with
a “Just as good” label on them which indicates clearly to the
thinking buyer that she is buying something which is only “Just
as good.” The unknown product, the substitute parasite, has no
reputation at stake. It is merely advertised for sale on a price
basis and if the consumer does not like the quality, the manu-
facturer has suffered no injury because he is unknown and
because he rarely links his name with a product as a standard of
quality and a measuring stick of buying. It merely competes on a
“take a chance” basis.
The manufacturers of well-known quality merchandise today
place their names upon it and advertise it as the best they can
offer to the consumer. The name of a manufacturer on an adver-
tised product says this: This is the best product I know how to
make. It is pure, good and worthy of your purchase. I think so
well of it that I place my name upon it as a guarantee to you of
its goodness. If it does not fulfill your wants I will gladly make
good its failure.
There is no good reason why you should accept the unknown
instead of the known; the untried instead of the tested; the doubt-
ful instead of the sure. To refuse unknown substitutes is a guar-
antee to yourself of positive satisfaction in buying. If every pur-
chaser will confine his or her purchases to known, advertised
quality merchandise there will be little cause for complaint.
Trade mark products tell their own story. It pays to look before
you buy. Reading the advertisements in the newspaper, looking
at trade marks, labels and names on products has purse interest.
W. E. MOFFETT
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