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PALACIOS BEACON, PALACIOS, TEXAS
PAGE *
SYNOPSIS
Marjr A very, a widow who live* in the
harhor town n( Satuit, Mas*., wilh two
negru maids, Sarah Ltarbe and Itrssie Wil-
liaina, writes a manuscript describing (he
lamoua Second Head murder, which oc-
curred on her estate. Neat to Mary live
Mr. anti Mrs. Peter Stow who every year
live a summer masquerade party. One ol
the guests of this function is murdered
Nearhy live f)r. anil Mrs. Geary ami their
snarried daughter Kdith ami her lunhand
Alfred Itray; Doctor Myron Marden who
has been abroad for 25 years and is visit-
ing the town lor the summer, and his step-
granddaughter Caro Prentiss, a beautiful
young girl who was Imrn in France. Next
live Paul and l.ora F.amrs and their daugh-
ter Molly. Molly was engaged to the mur-
dered man, Ace fllaikie. She had previ-
ously been engsged to Walter Treadwell,
who had been Itlaikie'a secretary, bill the
engagement was suddenly broken and he
had left town. Other neighbors are the
Fairweather aistera. Flora, a hopeless invalid,
and Margaret. All hut Ihe latter two at-
tended the masquerade Mary's eight-year-
old niece. Sylvia Sard, is visiting her (or
the summer. The wooded pal t ol Mary's
estate is called the Spinney. In it is a liny
log cahin. called the Little House. On the
day of the masquerade excitement is high.
Mary decided to take Sylvia, who is an
unusually observant child. Caro Prentiss
and Molly Eames drop in during the after-
noon, Molly wearing Doctor Ace lllaikie’s
engagement ring. She seems pre-occupied.
Soon a car arrives and IDaikie, Doctor Mar-
den and Tlruce Hexsoq, a friend nf Ace's,
alight. Hexsun is a big man with a brood-
ing look. Molly is impatient to leave and
they all excuse themselves. At the party
Sylvia identifies each of the masked guests
aa they arrive.
I always take a particular de-
light at costume affairs In the pic-
turesqueness of casual groupings.
Three times during the evening
of the Stow party, I saw groups
which delighted me to the tingling
point. Once it was a trio; a slen-
der golden-haired Psyche in white
Greek draperies; a cavalier in a
great gray-feathered hat, gray vel-
vet small clothes with slashings of
ruby; a tail slender dark girl in
a balloon-like skirt of white muslin,
dappled with big orange dots;
bands of brown fur about her
wrists; a man’s af’x hat on the
black hair which curled at the
neck. Another time a white-elad
Botticelli angel, carrying a golden
lyre, hobnobbed with an Indian in a
magnificent flamingo-pink war bon-
net and a flaxen-bobbed ballet
dancer in many skirts.of pale blue
tarletan.
I kept calling Sylvia’s attention
to these pictures. When she turned
her face up to mine, I could see
her eyes shining as though stars
were boiling up from the depths of
their blueness.
Once she said to me. "Oh, how
I wish 1 had brought Dorinda
FRIDAY—Continued
—3—
It began almost immediately.
‘‘Mrs. Burton" she whispered as
a magnificent Giizabethen court la-
dy—in stiff distended skirt, stom-
acher and ruff—entered the room.
Immediately I saw under this bro-
caded panoply the graceful swan-
like gait of Leda Burton. When
presently there passed an East In-
dian rajah in a flowing robe, a
coiled, jeweled turban of golden
tissue, a belt bristling with knives,
"Mr. Burton," her little voice
whispered.
Presently appeared a great po-
tentate—I took him to be an Arabi-
an. Before him, walking backward
and wielding an enormous long-
handled jade green feathered fan,
came his slave; a slim brown-
fleshed fellow with sleek, straight
jet-black locks and a tiny sleek
mustache, his trousers and shirt
of embroidered orange linen. "Who
can they be?” I was helplessly
thinking when Sylvia’s whisper
came in my ear, "Uncle Peter and
Aunt Mattie!"
From where I sat I could see the
tall grandfather clock. It was near-
ly ten o’clock. People were pour-
ing in now, but Sylvia's steady,
accurate observation oonstantiy
Of Course She Did Not Identify
Every Mask.
clicked names to me. Of course
she did not identify every mask.
Unlike me, she did not know ev-
erybody in Satuit. And naturally
there were some who were strang-
ers to both of us or, as always,
people brought house guests. But
my intimates she recognized bl-
atantly. It was a fairly magical
performance.
The room had, of course, filled
up. Between dances, people spilled
out on the wide piazzas. The pro-
tective silence which had produced
the vacuum of that first half hour
had broken into laughter and talk.
People were still disguising their
voices however, as I, who was now
on the Inside of so many secrets,
realized. I was enjoying myself
Immensely. Several strange masks
asked me to dance, but I declined
all invitations. I did not particu-
larly want to dance. I did not
want to leave Sylvia, and especial-
ly I wanted to enjoy the scene. |been young; dressed 81
Belle!"
Fortunately however, the right
reassuring idea occurred to me.
"Oh we couldn't have brought Do-
rinda Belle," I declared in a
shocked tone. "Don't you see, Syl-
via, everybody would have known
Dorinda Belle. And then they
would have guessed who we are!”
"That would be dreadful," Sylvia
whispered. "Perflckly dreadful!
But I'll tell Dorinda Belle all about
it—every word of it!"
Just at this moment there came
another entrance crash of the or-
chestra.
There strode into the room a
magnificent male figure, a Roman
warrior of the period of Julius
Caesar. He wore a short white
military tunic, overlaid with long
tabs of gilded leather; a golden
helmet; golden shoes. At his belt,
hung the short sword—as became
an officer, on the left side. The
costume was superb. The man
himself was equally superb with
his height, his shapeliness and the
bold, free carriage of his splendid
body. Only one man in Satuit could
have carried off that costume.
Even my imaginatively-led mind
registered his identity before Syl-
via said, “Doctor Ace!” And then
the sword caught my eye. 1 rec-
ognized it. The first time Ace vis-
ited Rome, he had had a Roman
short sword made for him.
Doctor Ace stood on that ruffle
of applause, calmly surveyed the
room. His eyes stopped on Sylvia
and me. The music started lip. In-
stantly he came over to out cor-
ner, bowed before Sylvia. "May i
have the pleasure of tills dance,
senorita?” he asked. Sylvia arose
and stood before the gigantic
Roman warrior; a thrilled, trem-
bling little figure—like a little sil-
very fountain which had burst
through the floor.
They danced.
When the music stopped, Ace
brought her back to my side. He
bowed low before he left. "Thank
you. senorita!” he said.
"Did you enjoy the dance,
lamb?” I asked Sylvia.
"Oh, Aunt Mary-”
"Sh-sh-sh,” I hushed her with a
conscious touch of melodrama.
"Don't speak my name.”
"Oh, I won't do it again,” Sylvia
whispered, looking hastily about
her, her eyes dancing with im-
portance. “He tried and he tried
and he tried to find out who I was,”
she went on importantly. "But I
would not tell him. Ho asked me
if I was Mrs. Broome.” Sylvia's
sparkles burst through the im-
portance which had quieted her
look.
Nina Broome was the tallest
woman in Satuit—a little over six
feet.
"I told him I wasn’t," Sylvia
went on. "And at first he wouldn’t
believe me. Then he asked me—”
Here Sylvia burst into a scries of
silvery giggles, "—if I was Ellie
Dent.”
Ellie Dent was the fattest woman
in Satuit—three hundred pounds the
conservative among us had
guessed.
"I told him I wasn’t Ellie Dentl
And at first he wouldn’t believe
me. And then he asked me—"
Again she burst into giggles, "—if
I was Tom Boylan."
Tom Boylan was the town drunk
—an old man of an exaggerated
tallness and thinness.
Entrance music interrupted this
conversation.
There appeared in the frame of
the doorway the loveliest figure
that had yet entered the room. A
tall, lithe creature, young! Yes
with that aliveness she must have
ffisoiaL
’ ly I dubbed her—Snow Queen. She
wore a gown of a frail silvery lace
trimmed with broad bands of
white fur,
Quick as a flash came Sylvia’s
identifying whisper, "Molly
Eames!” And there she was, nt
once revealed to me, my precious
Molly.
"She looks like a Snow Queen!"
I said.
Almost Immediately on Molly’s
entrance appeared another notice-
able figure—a man in armor. Ob-
viously young, obviously athletic,
he was in his medieval way, almost
as striking us Ace in his Roman
way. I am no authority on armor,
although I suppose I have seen
hundreds of specimens in the gal-
leries of Europe.
I hadn’t the remotest Idea who
he was. He was superb, though!
Yet the combination of black mail
and black mask made him a little
sinister. Even Sylvia did not at
first identify him. He fascinated
her. however, as he fascinated me.
We both watched him. And then
suddenly, with a little ecstatic
start of recognition, Sylvia whis-
pered, "Oh I know now who it is!
It's Walter Treadway!"
My first sensation was of thrill,
romantic thrill, delighted thrill. But
when I saw him making at once In
the direction of the Snow Queen,
swing oil into dance with her. I be-
came conscious—I don't even now
know why exactly—of a sense of
unease. Molly and Walter had not,
I believed, spoken, had not seen
each other, since they broke their
engagement. Did they recognize
each other now?
I whispered close to Sylvia's ear,
"Remember, darling, that you are
not to tell anybody but me who
these people are."
"Oh. of course!" Sylvia declared
with emphasis. "I won't tell any-
body. I wouldn't like anybody to
tell who I was. I don't believe any-
body will guess who I am.”
I reassured her on this point. I
continued to watch Molly Eames
PO
with a resigned amusement how
gradually, as Is inevitable h) all
parties—1 have watched the proc-
ess a hundred times in my own
place—Mattie's house lost its look
of freshness and orderliness.
Sylvia complained that she was
thirsty and I sent her out into the
kitchen for a drink. She did not
come back until the unmasking. I
did not bother her. I snow she was
having a good lime witli the maids.
The unmasking came some time
after eleven. Three of the people Poultrymen Plan Uniform
for whom I looked particularly had
apparently left the house—Molly
Eames, Walter Treadway, Ace
Simole But Smart Models
FALL HATCHING IS
ON THE INCREASE
Egg Production.
By G. T Kirin. Extension Poultry Special-
ist, Massachusetts State College
WNU Service.
Blaikie. We knew the next day
that Ace Blaikie left it to walk to
his death.
When the clock struck twelve, I
sent Sylvia home with Bessie. At . . . . . . , , ,
midnight, the Stows put on one of hatchm8 w'» probably exceed that
the delightful divertissements of mos recent years. Fall hatching
which are always a feature of their » definitely on the increase as poul-
. ...... ™ __..... _ trymen continue with their plan of
The number of pullets purchased
this fall to produce eggs for fall
annual party. This time it was a
trymen continue with their plan
bringing about uniform egg produc-
SATURDAY
modernistic quadrille danced by .... . . ..
four couples dressed in cubistic ‘ion throughout the year,
black and white. Studies made by extension serv-
Presently come the delicious sup- *ccs have shown that the consumer
per and dancing had begun again. Pays 13-6 ccn,s more a dozen for
Sarah and 1 left a little after two. c88s from July 1 ,0 December 1
Molly and Walter had not returned thnn be does during the winter and
to the party; neither of course had sprin8 months, mainly because the
Ace Blaikie. majority of chicks are hatched in
March and April and come into pro-
duction after December. Poultry-
men now plan to hatch chicks in odd
I have often recalled how hard, lots over the year and have eggs at
long and dreamlessly 1 slept that reasonable prices any time the con-
night. Not much more than a sumer wants them,
stone's throw from my house, ■ Late fall Is the best time for
horrible tragedy had enacted It- hatching, and the brood should not
self But my psychology, untouched number more than 25 per cent of the
by the horror iri the atmosphere, tola' flock. Records of poultrymen
stayed static. A rest, as thick, as *h°w that Rhode Island Reds
soft, as soundless as a vast white hatched on October 15 will be lay-
cloud, enveloped me. in6 A® P®r cent in April, will go to
I waked about noon. I lay for a 65 or 75 Per ccnt in May, June. July,
moment struggling with that cloud and Allgusti and with some culling
of sleep, half trying to pull out of will hold 50 per cent production in
it. Presently l heard Sylvia’s voice, September and October. A X atrom
"Oh I do wish Aunt Mary'd get These pullets can replace birds
up!" and I bounced wide awake, culled from the laying pens next F , p
"Sylvia." I called, "come in here, summer and will give their heaviest sembled here are three lovely
dear!" production during the months that frocks to brighten your ward-
Sylvia, very slim in her little the average bird takes a vacation robes. All are designed to be
blue gingham dress, her blue- from egg-laying. made at home quickly and inex-
bowed pig tails snapping upwards Fall hatched birds have a tend- pensively, and each is accom-
at the end, perched herself on my ency to lay smaller eggs and their panied by a step-by-step mstruc-
bed, and contemplated me in her brooding costs run slightly higher, lion chart which makes sewing a
most friendly manner. Of course but poultrymen are finding them real pleasure and recreation,
she was carrying Dorinda Belle, profitable and the practice of fall The lovely and graceful day-
“Have you had your breakfast hatching is on the increase. time or afternoon frock, Pattern
Sylvia?” I asked sleepily. ' - 1949- features a novel yet simple
"Yes, Aunt Mary. " Avoid Crowding Pullets, V°ke and collar treatment, a clev-
"Did vou sleeD welP" _ ,, - * . , . er swing skirt, and youthful
"I did, but Dorinda Belle didn't. Poultry Expert S AdviCG sleeves, long or short. Chic and
A terrible thing happened, Aunt Costs of raising pullets may be re- stylish, yet as simple as can be,
Mary. I feel perfectly dreadful duced if attention is given to the it will make up beautifully in sizes
about it You see I let Dorinda—" problem of providing adequate 12, 14, 16, 18, and 20 (30 to 38
Sarah Darbe interrupted, enter- brooding space as the chicks in- bust measure), and size 14, with
ing with my breakast tray. "We crease in size, says C. E. Rohde, of short sleeves, requires just 37s
let her sleep us long as she could, the Missouri College of Agriculture, yards of 39 inch material.
Mrs. Avery.” she took up the con- Chicks that become crowded cost The come]y morning frock
versation. "She must have waked more to develop, as they grow more whjch steals the center, Pattern
up about eleven. She had her slowly. 1973, is available in a wide range
breakfast a little over a half hour H *s important to market cock- 0£ sizes and takes top honors for
ago." erels as broilers at the earliest pos- comfort an{j versatility. Requiring
Sylvia watched me pour my cof- sibie time, in order to provide addi- just fjve sjmpie pieces including
fee. "How I wish I could have tional room for the growing pullets. goes together like a
some. Aunt Mary!" she exclaimed Even when sufficient brooding units cbarrrlj to fit perfectly and make
wistully. make it practical to release the ,.our mornjng chores so much
"I'll be glad when you can," I cockerels, it is desirable to separa e jjgbter The pointed yoke is slim- !
temporized. "Because then you and them from the pullets as soon as t e j the se*.jn sleeves are free
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I can have our coffee together. But sexes can
t and open, and the skirt is dart
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“Nancy and I Are Going to Play
Down at the Merry Mere."
and Walter Treadway. How beau-
tifully they danced together! And
what a contrast they made—Molly,
a-sparkle and almost a-melt in her
silvery lace and crystals; Walter
as one carved out of jet in his
black capo and his shining chain-
mail. Waiter danced continuously
with Molly—except for two dances
she gave Ace Blaikie. I continued
to watch them and with varying
emotions. Molly Eames—with all
her golden gayety—was not a
person of whom you asked person-
al questions. There was one ques-
tion that all Satuit would have liked
to ask her. Why had she thrown
Walter over? They had seemed to
be passionately in love. Thev had
seemed to be perfectly matched.
And yet, suddenly—and apparently
for no reason—she had broken with
him, and Walter had immediately
left town. A few months later she
announced her engagement to Ace
Blaikie. Ace Blaikie who was my
contemporary, who was, in age,
more than twice her twenty-two
years! Ace Blaikie who had start-
ed, before she was born, flirting
with all the pretty women in the
county and who had never, except
for his absence during the World
war, ceased to flirt with them. Wal-
ter had never entered Satuit since
his departure a year before. 1
had not known that he had re-
turned.
There was'one more notable en-
trance before the unmasking; this
time a pair—man and woman. They
wore costumes of the Revolution-
ary period; the woman in a full-
skirted gown of the palest yellow
satin, trimmed with lace; a wig
of high-piled yellow hair, from
which fell onto her neck two long
curls. The man wore lilac satin.
Being something of a connoisseur
both of old lace and old paste, I
noticed the fineness of the Chantilly
ruffles which trimmed her gown
and the old rose-point which fell
from his neck and wrists; the an-
tique preciousness of their paste
—her necklace and earrings; his
ruffle-pin and shoe buckles.
I should have guessed at once;
I should have recognized a certain
trained quality in the movement
of the woman, a certain courtliness
in the bearing of the man. Yet It
was not until Sylvia said, "Doctor
Marden and Carol” thut I knew.
The party went on. I noticed
you’ll have to be a big girl be- «r°w more rapidly and tend
fore that happens. What arc you crowd pullets from the feeders. nlake as to wear, this pattern is
going to do this afternoon?" I Separation of the sexes will re- desj d for size9 36 3g 40_ 42,
changed the subject. suit in better and ™ PJ‘ 44, 43, 48, 50, and 52. Send for
"Nancy and I are going to play let development. It w 11 a ** jt todav. Size 38 requires just 3ss
down at the Merry Mere. We are prodac<:" " This may be ac- i’ards ot 35 inch fabric, dimity
making a little village. There's an earlier market. This m y nercale or gingham or seer-
my doll house and that birdhouse complished by using all-night lights or percal g.ngnam
tint's been in the enrage sn Inn* to lengthen the feeding periods for sucklt.
and a lot of boxes that sort of look the market birds- Djm< aU-night The tempting moctel for tiny tots,
like houses. Nancy and I made “ehting may be done with kerosene Pattern 1944 is likewise utterly
up our minds that there was going °r olher lanteyns' as weU as slmP*e t0 ™ak!’ ye aS T gf r
to be king and queen in the village with low-watt electnc llghts' Cfn be,' . G°°d Mfor party °r
and so Dorinda Belle is going to ---- , f1^* “ “ a Pattern you can cut
be queen and Nancy's boy-doll's go- SuCCeSS With Poultry twlce ,and sa.ve for /utu™ «“* >”
ing to be king. They're to be Success in poultry is not merely a a"y °f a "lde range of fabrics,
crowned today.” ' matter of buying some chicks, scat- The tlny Siee\ jS are. cut ia
"Oh that’s why Dorinda Belie is tering some feed and bringing in the °ne wlth the shoulder with just
wearing that gorgeous dress!" I eggs. Many people seem to think two simple pieces for the front
said. that with two or three hundred and back of the dress. The size
"Yes, Aunt Mary. I made it my- chickens they can make a good range—six months, one, two and
sel." Sylvia held Dorinda Belle up living with very little work; when, three years. The one year size
so that I could get the entire effect as a matter of fact, it requires some requires 1% yards of 36 inch
of lanky draperies wrapped around 1.200 or 1,500 chickens and lots of material, and if you wish you can
her. hard work, experience, study and make the pockets, cuffs and fac-
"Beautiful!" I fibbed tactfully, an aptitude for the business, to ings in contrast.
Sylvia chattered on, adding oth- make a living from poultry ex-| Send for the Barbara Bell Fall
er opulent details of the day's clusively, says a writer in the Rural and Winter Pattern Book contain-
plans, but I was not listening. New-Yorker. - __
"Which of the ladies did you ~ ~ . .
think looked the prettiest last Cllll DGIGCtlVG ChlCKS
night?” I asked. cuu sickly, unthrifty, slow ma-
"Oh, the Snow Queen!" Sylvia turing, undersized chicks and pul-
answered promptly und with en- ]ets as soon as obseived. advises
thusiasm. "I thought she was per- an expert in the Ohio Experiment
fickly wonderful. Molly is the most station Bimonthly Bulletin. Such
beautiful lady I ever saw!” count of their being infected Cane-bottomed chair seats can
"Which of the men did you like birds are generally culls because be tightened up by washing them
most?" I asked. of an inherent weakness or on ac- jn a weak solution of salt water
"Doctor Ace!” Sylvia’s small count of their being infected and then drying in the open air.
freckled nose wrinkled with her elf- with diA’ase or infested with para- * , *
in mirth; she distilled her tinkling sites, either of which may be trails- . ■ . ., u
laughter. "Oh. Doctor Ace was milled to the balance of the flock. Jo keep paint f.esh m uncov-
so funny asking me if I was Mrs. Hence, all such birds should be { stirring the paint
Broome and Ellie Dent and Tom culled and disposed of as soon as te ’ , , f J', pa J
you have .haa* P..®,,.
Aunt Mary, that he d have known -
I wasn't any of them? He did not With thG Poultrymen I ...
take his mask off. He went away Qver 31 binlon hen egRS are Potatoes used in salad should j
before that. Oh I m so sorry he duced in this country each year. be thoroughly chilled and with
went away." \ • • • sharp knife cut into half-inch dice
"You love Doctor Ace, Sylvia?”
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Ambition keeps some men go-
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FINE FOR DRESSING CUTS
Soothe and protect cuts by dressing tho*
with gauze and a little Moroline. It's puxe^
snow-white. The 10c size contains rimes-
as much as the 5c size. Demand Moroline.
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IS
SLEEP SOUNDLY
Lack of exercise and injudicious eating
I Pullets and old hens require Add rest of ingredients and mix make stomachs acid. You must nea-
"Yes, he gives me nice ««*«•1 plenty of shade when the tempera- with fork. This will aid in pre-
cines. I don't like Doctor Spell- ^urp jumps venting salad from becoming
tnan. Doctor Spellman gives me
horrid medicine. Doctor Ace tells
me stories too I love him.”
(TO fit' CONTINUED)
The normal temperature of the
hen is high—about 105. as compared
with 983-5 in man
venting salad
"mushy."
Chocolate stains may be re-
moved from table linen by sprink-
ling the stain with borax, then
Poor housing facilities st.-nd out' pouring boiling water through the
Guncotton Easily Made _____________ __________ ______
Guncotton is prepared from ordl- as one of tho chief reasons for the linen,
nary cotton-wool which is boiled j0w winter egg production
in a solution of sodium carbonate.
After the boiling, the cotton is
washed and dried, following which smaller the egg. Apparently, heat
it is dipped for 10 minutes in a affects the hen's reproductive tract,
mixture of nitric and sulphuric
French fried potatoes will be
The greater the temperature the better if the sliced spuds are al-
lowed to stand in cold water at
least an hour before cooking.
acids and water. It is again
washed and dried and is ready for
employment in the various com-
pound explosives in which it finds
use.
Ducks are commonly classed
among the barnyard inhabitants,
but they always have taken a place
in the lists of pets.
Parsley for potatoes and salads
will keep bright and fresh in color
if scalded before mincing.
O Associated Newspapers.—WNU Service.
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