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THE CROSBYTON REVIEW
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CHAPTER XII—Continued
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•TTie music has stopped! There
too the foots!" She caught his sleeve;
looked UP and be«8ed ift an ^n'
Lady whi er:
..Do your best. Mark! This act
.ill kill or make th~5 play."
His liP were on hers so quickly
hat she hao no chance to protest.
, kissed her passionately, thpr-
iUihiy; said in a husky whisper:
Credit that to the silent police-
Now, I'll play that parti to the
; \
Brooke tried to ignore her racing
mocked: '
-I ,eem to beln the path or art
tional cyclone; first, JerTy"fl£l'"
r you.
I Your cue! Quick! Quick!"
7n in instant he was on the stag*.
Brooke shut her eyes tight in an
shadow. How. still the world was.
—-r—. - as softly at if someone
I suppose J,ed will be ufe|~had slit open a pillow and shaken
down its feathers. There was no
near sound of surf tonight.
She shrank deeper into the purple
lied
Jns
|«s
|al, asj i
■walked j
Rv ifd*
mm1
Jut half •
(to pas i
ough.
red the |
Ji! mid- i
in thtj
laslf;
ilarr.
ktage, but she coiidn't keep her
nind on what they were saying.
Even as she supplied properties,
Uvflii as the actors made their en-,
trances and exits she was thinking
Mark Trent's eyes ias he had
ked down into. hers, was wonder-
jig what he wanted to tell her on
he way home.'
How Reyburnish! The incurable
dramatic stre. k in the Reyburn
wnperamcnt had been in the sad-
when she had planned that.
J his
|inst
u
LuL.
CHAPTER XIII
As the curtain foil with dramatic
lllowness fur th-' last time, the audi-
ence stood clapping and calling. As
t rose agHvn. liruuk.e saw" the blund
narcelle. second row center, mate
[its way up the aisle followed by a
an with sleek black hair. The pro-
ducer and the manager! They had
kome-baek-fw the third. That must
nean somethn^. Were they leav-
.irinn tn He
move.
Irrer lie
Iking of
Ion he's
It's justj
hie foot-
everjr
nyself-
Ic moon
It ahead ■
|t wai a
Harr;
BiwffbefoFB ■!
|on the stage now in the midst of th
cast who had taken their bows; the
larms of the women were heaped
■■with flower's He had put on coat
land collar a.id tie but the white
lbow had Rune rakish. He looked
|rery young as he stood grinning
K>7ishly anri waiting for a "chance
•peak. His voice shook as he
liiid:
[H"Thanks lots!, Glad you liked it.
Coul3rft~have put it across without
Itheir help." He indicated the men
land girls around him on the stage,
land the audience broke into thun-
Iderous applause. The curtain fell
|llowly.
Brooke's eyes were blinded by
Ihappy tears as she started for the
Iflressing-room Sho must get back
|to Lookout House to change for the
Party. The girls of the cast, were
"I won't get out hefe, Taku. I'll
run into our garage. All the space
outside will be neecjed for the cars
of the guests."
"You right, Mees. Thank you.
Much big party. Kowa say."
Would there be room for Sam's
coupe? Brooke wondered, as she
drove into the garage. One .corner
had been.fllled with ice cream tubs.
He could leave it outside, she de-
cided. She shut off her engine and
partially closed the door as she
went out.
As she reached the dark hem-
lock behind the Other House, she
lingered for an instant in it. HnPp
.(fort to steady a whirling world, under the tree as two men
,jj Trent's lips on hers had been
, an electric current through her
if. Every pulse, every nerve re-
ded. "
She listened. It was "very still in
a sort of hypnotized stillness
came down the back .steps from the
kitchen—waiters, she knew by their
clothing. Not more than five feet
from ^hex—(Jfie of them stopped to
light a cigarette. He growledh~—
"The boss can wait for therrt ice
t could hear the voices on the -eream tubs till 1 get a smoke."
up again
"Sure rbe can. Light
and take a look at this.'
A hand held a scrap of paper
within the light of a match. The
same voice said:
. "It's the picture of the dame who
said: 'He was a swell-dressed fella.'
Guess I'll have to date, her up!"
The other man closed his hand
over the match.
"You tin-1 your dames! Forget 'em
for tonight, or >uU'll crack up on
this job. Come on!"
As Brooke dressed iii her room,
two crook waiters should appear for
a tub of ice cream? Would the men
suspect her errand? Into her mipd
flashed her reply to Mark Trent:
"That'.« quite. ■ u uuntgiiuu that I
end the poor boy's torment. I will
Tonight."^ „
What a thought for this crisis!
What a thought!
"Wait a minute, Jerry! While I'm
upstairs, set the parrot's cage in the
back hall^ plaaso^- can't bear
to have it here. - You'll see why."
She raced up the stairs, charged
into her bedroom^ pulled a "suit-
case from the shelf. On the way
down, she took the two lowest stairs
in a jump. She thrust the case into
Field's hand. •
"What's" the big Idea?"
"Don't — ask — questions! Let's
go!" • -
"You can't walk in the $now in.
those white satin sandals, you'll
ruin the green heels."
She pushed him toward the door.
"Get golng!-Get going!"
"Well, I'll-be darned! Gome on."
Brooke felt the d&mpness between
the straps of her sandals. It seemed
miles to the grfrage. There was
Jerry's"roadster! A waiter was com-
ing down tne back steps. It might
be" the Bath Crystal Bandit! "She
called in a guarded voice to the
Japanese who was directing park-
ing, but loud enough for the man on
the steps to hear:
"Taku! Put this suitcase imthe-
rumble. And, Taku, if you see my
brother, tell him—tell him."
"Shall I come to with ytou?" Fieh?
asked, as he stopped the roadstei
before a heavy iron door and cut
qfT'his engine,
' '"m. i may need
rate my story^When I bursv in
upon them in this gown, they may
think I'm crazy. Hurry! We don't
know what is going ori at the Other
House." t '
. Field slipped his arm within hers
as thev mounted <h<> snnwy steps.
Improved
Uniform
SUNDAY
SCHOOI. |
LESSON-:-
Sy REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST.
Dean of the Moody Bible Institute
■ ' -,j of Chicago. .
© Western Newspaper Union.
raised her voice, "that Mr. Field
and I have run away to be mar-
ried."
''So we're off to be married!
That's all right with'me," Jerry
Field approved fervently*
Brooke, whose face was pressed
against the back window of the
roadster, twisted round in her seat.
"DonlL be foolish, Jerry. Q|
cptrfse we're not. . That was,-w^red
herring drawn across our traiL"
"Just why the red herring?" -
The ironic note in his voice gave
her a chilj tremor of dismay; she
lis knee,
las, not
Iking up
|e of his
kissing
yard
Id listen '
tty g
himself
ade w
>n. They
iut must
ads wi"
in peo-
ach oth-
erproof
t burl
gion i#
roof of
eat alii'
re called
y mean*
world.
>rdin| W
derived
sign'-
ounta!"
North
lied tl*
fouf
own«*r'
s bat.!*!
tofl#f
waJ
|*otng to Mark Trent's in the eve-
, „ ... "Forget 'em, or you'll craj^} up on
fret^ttir.SF had wurn in Uio latL
Met. Leaving the wings, she collid-
jed with the mar,celled blond. The
|New York producer! He was un-
Jaware of her murmured apology as
pe gesticulated and talked to his
l'leek-haired companion. She lis-
Itened unashamedly and heard him
|uy:
"It's got everything. Humor, sus-
Itense, moving simplicity, fidelity to
jWeals, and unfaltering movement."
^'But has it got box-offlce?"
■ "''11 gamble my last dollar on it.
|"i the old recipe for play-writing
j carried to perfection:
"Make 'em laugh; make 'em
l*®ep; make 'em wait.' Where'd you
|'ay that boy got his start?"
Brooke dodged acqua4ntances and
I'trangers in "evening clothes who
*ere crowing on to the stage to
Igreet the actors. In the dressing-
|ro°m she slipped into her fur coat
|*nd ran downstairs to her town car
|Parked near the rear entrance.
The
snow was. falling JiaK-heart-
85 " flad not Quit® decided
Hit
were worth while to come down
I if ^rove swiftly toward
I"0™1* Mark Trent had asked her
th P fn.his party' had told her t0 g0
I # limit in preparations to-make it
"1 "uccess.
IthirP0 as far as y°u'like with every-
L only be sure that there is
Tn k eat and «ufflcient help.
Inline*"6 P'enty ls an ob8ession ot
ltarn*** wou^d be plenty and then
Urn 6" Just be'ore She left Lookout
,or thj Club theater, the
anrir#r, ^ad arrived * with-httr -van-
loimj de waiters. They had
,0u ded like
|«amp.
I Warrt * Japanese coclr
*h n l open tl,e door of the car
hla- .il , arrlved. Snow powdered"
\mS£ "nd caP- His eyes
Wk j! in hl« swarthy; face. -Mis
j. (learned as he ducked his*
WgJ" ■ ,unny little bow. Brooks
the window.
an army making
the words and suggestive laugh of
the man who had prod'.ced the pic-
ture kep* boiling up through her
jubilation over Sam'* success,
through the inescapable memory of
Mark Trent's eyes and voice as he
-ha-d'-e ti#Ut her ..arms. -,..
She was' adjusting a rhinestone
and synthetic emerald clip to the
shoulder of her white satin frock
when a thought forked through her
mind like lightning; The amber
and brown eyes of the.looking-glas?
„p..l fr.ii.-nin,. _tm trk nt hpf y,
with amazement; her red lips
moved.
'"'He said—he said—'I'll have to
date her up!' "
In an instant she was on the floor
beside her desk with a big Manila
envelope irt her lap. She pulled out
a bunch of clippings. She had it!
the picture of a girl. Maggie Cas-
sidy, and under it the caption:
"She said that the man sl e~ saw
in the garage wa?*^ swell-dressed
fella "
The waiter who' had shown the
other maiTthe clipping was the Bath
Crystal Bandit, the man she had
re'eognized at . the Supper club! He
was the rruwrwho had tied up Hunt
in the garage! Was he also the'mur-
derer of Lola Hunt?
Why was the man in Mark Trent's
hnnsp tonight? His pal had said:
must hive tempted him to come so
near the scene of his last hold-up,
or had that newspaper headline stat-
ing that he was being followed to
Canada made him feel secure?
What was he after?1 Mare jewels?
"Get a peek at Mrs. Gregory out
tront, third row, center. She's blaz-
ing with jools."
Jed ^Stewart's words answered
Brooke's question as clearly as if
whispered in her ear. The man had
come for Mrs. Gregory's diamond*.
She must notify the police! She
snatched her hand from the tele-
phone in its cradle on the desk.
Not that. Wires had ears. She
would go herself. Across the cause-
way. To Inspector Harrison at
headquarters. She could go and be
back before she was missed. Sup-
pose she were stopped on the way!
Where was Henri? WiLS*Jie in on
this? She must locate him before
she left the house.
She caught up a green velvet
wrap, -stuffed some bills into her
emerald satin bag. Pelted down the
stairs, into the living-room toward
the bell. Stopped. Where was the
.parrot? He was not in his cage!
Had he made another break for
frgddom? She looked between the
gilded bars. What seemed tb be
merely a bunch of green feathers
lay stiffly on the bottom.
"Well, if this isn't just one of
those~days!" she said aloud.
"Oh, Brooke!" Jerry Field called
from the hall.
" As she appeared in the doorway,
hr exclaimed:
•'Of all the gorgeous creaturesl
You look like a million!"
"Jerry, drive me across
Quick!
"What's the'ftiatter?" *r
VI must go. Is your roid-
sterheref* . , —
"Left 4*4 by your g*r«fe."
"By the parage!"
Brooke's blood congealed. Sup-
post as they (topped into the cir the
"I'll stick around and wait till
you call me. Don't shiver, sweet
thing. You're not" afraid of the in-'
spector, are you?"
"Afraid! No. Haven't I bsen
cross-examined by him almost ev-
ery day since what Sam. calls 'our
late unpleasantness'? It's just the
Reyburn temperament," .,
Her satin sandals skidded treach-
erously in the -Corridor as she con-
bontea- a policeman, whose nose,
criss-crossed with a network of fine
veins, had the effect of a red "stop"
signal. -
"Where's - the inspector? I must
see him. Matter of life and jdeath,"
she confided breathlessly. In her
excitement she caught the -man's
arm and shook it. He fecowled at
her, looked beyond her^at Jei=ry
Field; his expression mellowed.
"Insjjector's just come in. He's
in the radio division. Go through
thos- swinging doors up them stairs
to the tower."
Brooke was through the doors be-
fore the man
iree or four men leaning oyer a
great U-shaped table looked up as
she entered the room. With a mul
tered exclamation, the inspector left
them and came forward.
A man sitting at a telephone said
something in a low voice to an offi-
cer before a microphone. Tubes in
the broadcasting apparatus crack
led into life. He said slowly and
listinctlv into the •uike:
"Calhng~oar~3tStr-—<£m-3131 . riar
3131. Go to K and Tenth street."
Brooke commanded breathlessly:
listen ~to Tne-, Inspector. The
man who robbed Tola Hunt is serv-
ing supper at the Trent ft-house on
the point!'.'
Inspector Bill Harris^ smiled, a
curious smile.
'"Wish I'd known this berore. Miss
Reyburn. I've just come from the
point, following a tip I had. What's
the dope on this bandit1 Is it the
same guy you saw at the Supper
club?"
"It must be, Inspector. To-
night—" Before she had finished
telling of the alleged waiter'sfre-
mark about Maggie c'assicty s ptc-
ture, machinery was crackling
agairr and 'the .man at the micro-
phone whs broadcasting distinctly:
"Calling car 1942. C.,i 1942. Car
1942. Go to Trent house on point.
Inspector "will meet you. Calling-car
6784. Car. 6784. Car 678*. ' Go to
Trent house on point. Inspector will
meet you."
Inspector Bill Harrison 'was out
of the room before the ma(i at the
microphone had completed the call.
discs on the U-table; the other
frowned at her. wj^h the-bluesL_most
I Irish eyes sh? "ever had seen as he
""answered her unspoken question:
Lesson for September 5
GOD REQUIRES SOCIAL
JUSTICE.
LESSON TEXT—t*viUcus -19:1-18, 32-
ar. .
GOLDEN TEXT—As" ye would that
men should do to you,' do ye -also to
them likewise. Luke«;31.—
PRIMARY TOPIC—At Harvest Time
JUNIOR TOPIC—At Harvest Time.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR
TOPIC—Championing U e Rights of Oth-
ers. «
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT
TOPIC—My Responsibility for Social
Justice.
Labor Day—in this year of our
Lord 1937—looks out upSffu-iiorld
Adequate Diet ^Requires
Good Portions Daily.
By EDITH M. JBA8BER
PVERY once in a while the "nat-
f lit mi^V" fnnd fad pnt« In an
is right and what is wrong in the
relationship between capital and la-
bor. Political and economic leaders
are talking much of social justice,
of a planned economy in which all
shall have a full share of the prod-
ucts of labor. Surely, we would all
agree that there should be only
to accomplish that result in a world
of selfishness *end sin, that indeed
is the question. In our confusion of
thought, it is comforting to know
that God has always "stood for"
true social justice, that the under-
lying moral law of the universe de-
mands ft. and that the principle it-
self is not a passing political and
economic fancy.
Unfortunately, many of those in
The church who have greatly
stressed social relationships have
forgotten that the true foundation
pre.aching of the gospel of re-
demption, in-reaction to their im-
possible position, others who have
faithfully preached the necessity of
regeneration ' have forgotten to
stress the need of the expression of
regenerated life in the social relar
tionships of man. We need God-
given balance, with a proper re-
jection of gospel truth in honest and
helpful living: "God wants his peo-
ple to show that they belong to him
by
I. Providing for the Poor and
i*" ■
St
VALUE OF
VEGETABLES
*
pearance. The theory is that* man
was meant to partake of foods In the
state which nature provides. Prim-
itive man, without doubt, pre*6rved
life on a diet of fruits, nuts, roots
and othtt1' vegetable foods, supple-
mented by a certain amount of raw
meat. His teeth, however, were not
strong enough to masticate meat in
thia form. As soon as the use for
cookery, was discovered, man be-
carrte much more certain of the
preservation of his life and conse-
quently the development of civiliza-
tion began. *
Through the Middle ages and
even later we find that raw vege-
tables were-looked upon with sus-
deeply ,divided in opinions ° w\f picfon. Physicians warned their pa-
tients against them. Country peo-
ple,. however, especially the peas-
ants; discovered that the greens
which grew wild in profusion in the
spring provided a remedy for the
swollen joints and skin diseases
which a diet of salt meat and fish
and bread^_Jth —staples or their
ldness_and justice in raU such i produced." "Sallits" be-
dealings of man with man.^Btit liuW | T- i _i
Needy (vv. 9. 10, 14, 15).
When Jesus said. "Ye have the
poor always wUh you" <Matt.
26:11); he referred to one of the
responsibilities which thoughtful and
considerate men have always glad-
ly borne;-trat-'whteiv-h s-ijeiiLL-a_Cfl£LL
stant problem to both individuals
andi nations. We have dealt with it
in opr day on a broad and supposed-
ly-scientific basis, but those who
are closest to it are quick to admit
that we have even now an imperfect
poor were fed by the purposeful
leaving of gleanings in the field—
which the needy were free to gather
as their own. Thus they had the joy
i"" ?
Household
; •. f
VK* ' ■ T-T '
—hy UtfiHi/ wiaxs *
111 " " w'ijiylTO
«*VTOUR recent advice to
* reader suggesting •<;
walls with s mulberry
rug attracted me very
writes a lady
m
counsel on redecoratinf h«r
living room. "I would like a
lar color scheme, built aroawt
mulberry broadloom, but need help v
to adapting it to my own '
shall buy a new sofa; two uphol-
stered chairs and, a third occasional
chair. With these pieces, in Sight*
eenth century English design, .1
shall use two other "old- chains with
new slip covers on them. Then too
I want new book cases, rather hnf
ones, neW end tables, a coffee labia
and new accessories. What colors
and fabrics would you suggest for
the large pieces? And what for walls
and draperies? As the room is not
large, I want to avoid an over-pat-
terned effect and yet have something
interesting. This room opens on tha
dining room where I have a good
American oriental rug with soft
greens, beiges and tones of mul-
berry. I am keeping the old furni-
ture which is walnut. What would
you suggest for. draperies and
walls? What about_,yenetian blind*
I
1
^Sfll
the
- "Get Going! Get Going!"
didn't care for the way in which his
eyes narrowed as they peered
through the wind shield. She pro-
tested
"Dqn't speak lik* that, it makes
me shivery, and goodness knows
my teeth are fairly chattering now,"
Sho turne'd to peer from the rear
window. "No car in sight yet. Can
y^u^go a little faster?"
' "Not Without a risk of skidding off
the causeway and breaking our
necks. Carvt you see how the snow
4s- plastering the wind shield. The
squeegee barely moves. Why tne
"hasteT"
•'While I'm telling you I'll keep
watch. The excitement began upon
my return from the play."
She told him of Waving her town
car in the garage, of stopping in the
purpler.gloom under the hemlock to
lopk at the lighted windows of the
stone houses crouched on the ledge;
her breath quickened as she re-
peated the words of the man who
had produced the newspaper clip-
pihg:
" 'It's the ^picture of the dame
who said: "He was a swell-dressed
fella!" Til have to date her up.' "
"That was what the Cassidy girl
said about the man they suspect
robbed Mrs. Hunt!"
Field's voice was sharp, his per-
sonal problem was submerged in a
mounting tide of excitement. The
car shot ahead like a whippet, un-
leashed. v
"I know that now. The certainty
as to who he was flashed through
my mind while I was dressing, and
the suspicion that he might be at
the Other House tonight to lift—
that's,the technical term, isn't it—
Mrs. Gregory's gorgeous dia-
monds."
"Why didn't you phone the po-
lice?" _ '
"With Henri in the house? I may
be a slow thinker but I'm not abso-
lutely dumb.
"And the suitcase?'"
"A touch of theater. 1 thought
if one of the gang saw us starting,
he might suspect -lie had been dis-
covered, but if he heard what I
told Taku 'he- would feel secure.
Elopements happen every day."
"Not in my young^Hfe." Jerry
Field retorted crtSpiy?
ey maintained a— breathless,
alert, silence until the roadster
turned a cornet into a street which
bad an air of lonely spaciousness.
Juft ahead bulked tha combination
jail and pollca headquarter*
gloomy and ponderous.
f.
"V'e don't dare be more explicit , of helping themselves even as they
•« tmt : TU _ £ , • _ i u., c
over the mike. Miss. The thug'i
pick up the messages:"
"I hope they get there in tim*.
Sergeant?"
"Time for what. Mias?"
"I think—I"think he's.there to'get
Mrs. Gregory's' diamonds—she's—
she's simply plastered' with them
tonight^' —
Jerry Field was pacing the lower
corridor when she reScibeil it. .
"It's about time ''you appeared. J'breaking dowTr^he good standings
Brooke! I was just coming up t<T, of another. It is a sin all too corn-
look for you. What do we do next?" j mon in our day. even within the
"Back to the party ,of course " | circle of God's own people. Tale-
Thc vrini ""irinrf her short hair, j bearing and evil-speaking are a
ed at her satin skirts, tagged j bligrit on our social and religious
' m
were being helped by others, and,,
in the final analysis, by God him-
self. —: ;
There are others than the poor
who are dependent on our kind
thoughtfulness-—the deal, the blind,
and those who may stand before
us that we should pass judgment
upon them or their possessions.
II. Guarding Another's Reputation
(vv. 16-18).
Gossip is' a destructive means of
at her velvet wrap as Uity" wei'n
down the jail steps. As Jerry Field
tucked the robe about fier wet feet*
he looked up. Snow had settled in
the brim of his soft hat, whitened
his shoulders.
"Let's ihake a brepk for "town,
sweet thing, and make that yarn
you told Taku the truth.
The expression iit his eye'fT'th*
break in his voice hurt her. She
said unsteadily:
"Please, Jerry! I can't care for
you that way. Take me back quick-
ly, will you? We mustn't miss Sam's'
party."
"Oh Sam! Sam is your , white-
haired boy. He's all thjat you Rey-
burn women think of or care about.
I believe you'd sell your soul for
him!"
After one look at his grim mouth
and gloomy eyes. Brooke snuggled
into her corner of the se^t. ~ -
They sped in silence through the
night. Toward the east the drab,
heavy clouds were thinning before
a spreading radiance? i
"I believe the snow is letting up.
Jerry. Look! The moon-is trying
to break through! Drive faster. 1
can't wait to know what has hap«
pened."
(TO BF. CONTINUED)
came popular among all classes.
Today the adequate diet includes
a goodly portion of raw vegetables
and fruits for the..sake of minerals
and vitamins which they provide
more liberally' than when they are
cooked. 7 •
Mixed Vegetable silad.
I cup. shredrdecT3&bbage
1 sliced cucumber
1 cup diced beets or 2 tomatoes
• Lettuce —
% cup French dressihg
1 bunch young onions
t buuch radishes 1
2 hard boiled eggs
Mix the cabbage, cucumber and
beets or tomatoes with the dress-
ing and let stand in refrigerator'
-half an hour. Arrange lettuce in a
salad bowl and on this place the
vegetable mixture. Garnish with
radishes, onion tups and sliced hard
boiled eggs.
. ^ Spiced Peaicti Salad.
12 peach halves
Vi cup vinegar
6 cloves
-—1 stick cinn^r^nn
Vz cup sugar -"
. Mayonnaise
Lettuce
Cook the vinegar, cloves, cinna-
mon and sugar together three min-
utes and pour over the peeled
peachesTChili 5FTPT5t liuurs. Diain.
Arrange on lettuce and garnish with
mayonnaise.
Glazed Carrots.
Scrape carrots, slice and cook in
a small amount of water with a
covered utensil until .tender. When
tender,, place in a sauce par. with
two tablespoons of sugar and two
tablespoons' of butter. Cook over
a low fire until sugar is meltted.
Cocktail Sauce.
.1 cup ketchup
2 tablespoons tarragon vinegar.
teaspoon tobasco sauce
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 tablespoon horse-radish
1 tablespoon celery, finely minced
1 tablespoon onion, finely minced
Salt
Mix ingredients thoroughly and;
serve with oysters, clams or any
-?ea food. «
Cucumber Sauce.
1 cup sour cream
Salt . ^
Paprika
in both rooms? Both the
'I ShaU Use Two Other Old Chairs
With Slip Covers on Them."
and dining room have triple win-
dows which should lend themselves
to unusual treatments."
We'd do the walls of both living
room and dining room in the same
aquamarine tone. And treat the
tfrlndOwITalike too. Venetian blinds
painted that same aquamarine
would be our suggestion. Then dra—
peries- of pale eafe-^ir~lalttaffeta-
sweeping rather 'grandly to each
side with, mirror cornices and tie
backs. For the big upholstered
pieces that must set out in the floor
i, , ■
Iii!
a way, we'dTTavFir
ask, tapestry or rep covering .
this color will keep them from jump-~
ing out and make them merge into
the carpet more-^a good idea if
you're wanting a room to seer*
larger than it ia.
More Dramatic
"I'd appreciate your say-so about
my living room," writes a reader
who'd like to do over her room in
a more dramatic style. "It appears
old-iashionec
though the furniture is fairly new.
I want to repaint the walls to be a
fitting background for my things.
.The rug is predominantly beige and
rose and the furniture is covered
mostly in a soft green brocatelle
with one chair in dark red. The
draperies are dark red and beige'
damask, the lampshades are beige
and the mantel is antiqued white.
I had fought of painting the walls
pale ros\beige and the ceiling a
dark red hqt I am wondering if
that would rr^tke the effect too top-
heavy. Another idea was to paint
one wall (but which?) dark red and
*W« -should
Akin to this common and awfu\
sin is the bearing of grudges and
the seeking for revenge, neither of
which 'serves any good purpose.
III. Honoring the Aged (v. 32).
Old - age pensions undoubtedly
have their place in our complicated-
social life, but it is evident that
they would be entirely unnecessary
if men and women had in the fear
of God honored "the hoary head"
and "the face of the old man," even
as God:,gave command to Israel.
IV. Loving the Stranger (vv. 33,
34). . ' 'H
The man who knows what - it is
to have been a stranger, and to
meet with love and protecting care,
should never forget to go and do
likewise. Living, as many of us
do, in great cities makes this some-
what of a problem, and yet one
sometimes wonders whether the
bustling city is not often kinder to"
the stranger than the little com-
munity which makes him ffeel
like an "outsider."
V. Being Honest in Business (vv.
11-13, 35. 36).
No stealing, no false swearing, no
defrauding' no withholding of wages,
for all these things dishonor or "pro-
Jane the name of thy God."
A feood motto to hang up behind
the counter .otjower the desk in a
businesS'house is-found in the Words
Dodo Could Not Fly ousl„caa -
The dodo was a large bifid _dia^-^| vorses 35 and 36. False bottoms.
covered by the early- voyagers te
Mauritius, notes a writer in Loo?
don Answers Magazine. It -rtrai
equipped-wtth a large beaWbut very
jiaall so small that, like the
penguins we know, it couTd noffly;
and was ~a- very slow mover- For
this reason it fell an easy victim tc
hunters. It was finally exterminat.
ed towards the end uf the Seven-
teenth century, this process prob-
ably being helped along by the im-
portation, of pigs, which devourad
the eggs which the dodo laid J?
nests on the ground
trick scales, short measure—oh,
yes, they are against the city ordi-
nance, fcnd you will be fined if you
are caught. But remember^ they
e also an abomination in the sight
of the Lord.,
The closing verse of our lesson
reiterates that important ._truth1__Xn
carrying out the tenets of social
Justice We i^ TTOt siihply fbeing
humiane and kind. We are observ-
ing the statutes and ordinances of
the Eternal One, him who says, 1.
am Jehovah."
*VTrTEgar-
""TwS^fnpr -.eueumtows--•
One pimento
Whip the cream, season to taste
with salt, paprika and vinegar. Add
the cucumbers and pimento, cut in-
to thin strips. Sweet cream may
bp used if extra vinegar is used.
Cucumbers in Oil.
30 six-inch eOcumbers
3 quarts boiling water
2 cups salt
1% cups salad oil
- pound mustard seed ,
2 quarts vinegar i* .
Wash and slice cucumbers with-
out paring. Soak in hot water and
salt overnight. Drain, place in
crock or jars and cover with other
ingredients, well mixed. If kept
in crock keep covered and stir oc-
casionally during the winter.
Butterscotch. Pie.
2 eggs, slightly beaten
1 cup sugar
1 cup dark corn syrup
Vjr teaspoon salt
1 cup coarsely chopped pecans
Pastry
Mix the eggs, sugar, corn syrup,
salt and nuts together. Pour in-
to a- pie pan which, has been lined
with the pastry. Bdke in a hot oven
450 degrees F., ten minute's, then
reduce heat to 325 degrees F., and
bake until the filling is firm, about
fifty minuses.
Shrimp and Celery Sandwiches.
2 cups shrimps
ft. cup minced celery
y4 cup capers
V4 cup mayonnaise
Bread
Butter
Use cooked, fresh or canned
*hrim£ and mince very fine. Mix
well with salt and paprika. Spread
between slices of butteredbread end
trim crusts. . *
• Ban Syndicate.—WW? panrlea.
I
"Should I Jiggle the Furniture
Around?"
the rest rose-beige. What do you
think? Don't hesitate to change any
plan of mine. - * *
"I enclose a diagram of the room
and the present furniture arrange-
ment- Do you think it would be
better to remove the small wooden
grill-work? Should I jiggle the furni-
ture around?"
We would say go ahead with the
pale rose-beige walls and dark red
ceilings but maybe that's because.—-
we're a brazen hussy with colors I
Be prepared^ if you do have that,
to have* your friends and relations
make remarks. But just the same „
it will be a lot more interesting than
their more monotonous back-
grounds. My only caution would be
as to the height of the ceilings—
don't have them red if they're very
low. If they're fairly high, they can >'
stand it quite smartly. If you should
decide to ahave one-wall red in-
stead of the ceiling. I'd be toc0h«4
to say thi* should be the sofa wall.
Another word of warning—be sure
that the soft green is dominan{.|?|«
enough to balance so much rose-
beige and red. Then if you deeidev^'*
to do the sofa wall in red, yoUpMPijpyp^
find that a slip, cover of a figured
..V
material co-ordinating this with the
—" uther colors in the room
better tp-bring \hings together
the plain green. v\' •'
Yes, we'd get rid of the
prk. to order to make
room seem more spacious,
the furniture
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