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Show - THE BULLETIN, BIXOHAM. UTAH Three Maids A-Sewl-ng Go T- ITTLE lady, it's time to say 111 adieu, so long, good-b- y to that l l flimsy but faithful friend your l7i" fT' summer wardrobe. But don't fret, Milady, Sew-Your-O- is right on the job with sparkling new fash-ions for you; fashions that will make you forget the past and be remembered in the future. So let's not tarry: let's choose the Btyle that's got the most sock for our particular figure and join this group that's going Stadium Model. Picture yourself in the trim-waist- ed little model at the left, if you would have an optimistic viewpoint and a head start on style this season. There's nothing younger than this topper with its dainty collar and cuffs, its snappy row of buttons and fetching pep-lu- The way it takes to the weightier fall fabrics is news, and equally intriguing is this fact: it's easy to sew! Young V Pretty, Long slender lines of the prin-cess variety make this the lucky number for your first autumn days. Of course you see it's a style to cut in at least two fab-rics because it boasts utility plus beauty. If you're going to school you'll want it in acetate Jersey or light-weig- ht wool. Neat con-trast is here, too, if you wish, in the collar, pocket flaps and but-tons. (This is a simple eight-piec- e pattern.) There's much ado about bodices this fall and unless you have a frock that carries a stylish one you won't feel right. Sew-Your-O-caters to this vogue in its new creation at the right. It is pencil slim and carefully styled to give you that chic young sil-houette that distinguishes the lady of fashion. Make this handsome model of silk crepe, sheer wool or Jersey and be fit for business or pleasure in town or country. The Patterns. Pattern 1376 is designed for sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 40 bust). Size 14 requires 4Vs yards of 35-in-material. Pattern 1347 is designed for sizes 14 to 20 (32 to 42 bust). Size 16 requires 4 yards of 35 or 39-in- ch material. 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HOMES RANCHES FARMS Any Place, Size or Price Lfe! with utbuy or trad' thru ua D. RAY MOSS INC. 30 West 1st Sou til Salt Laka City, Utah Salt Lake s Most Hospitable ydjten Hotel Invites U YOU fSM The Newhouse Hotel Jlil 400 ROOMS 400 BATHS , - .g. The Finest in Hotel Accommodations I ssl at Moderate Prices Rates . It is our aim to serve you in the $jOO manner most pleasing. to you. to Dining Room Cafeteria Buffet Mrs. J. H. Waters, Pres. W, E. Sutton, Gen. Mgr. , j0O - - 'WayBackWhen By JEANNE GARBO LATHERED FACES IN A BARBER SHOP TF YOU had walked Into certain Stockholm barber ihop 'way back in 1920. you would have seen wistful little Greta Garbo working up a lather and preparing hot towels for stubbly faces as she assisted the local barber. Later, in Berpstrnm'a department store, you might have taken a second look at the pretty littl clerk who sold you a hat. But if someone had told you she would one day be world famous in pictures for her portrayals of romance, pas-sion and ecstasy, It would have seemed too fantastic to believe. Greta Garbo was born in 1905 in the mill district of Stockholm. Her father was a poor machinist, and her mother an uneducated farm woman. The mysterious airs and aloofness of the great Garbo of to-day are natural, for they were traits of the sensitive little daughter of this poor family. Her father died SWIM V ill when she was fourteen and she went to work In the department store to help support her penniless mother, her small brother and sister. The manager of the millinery depart-ment chose her to model hats and, through publication of photographs made then, sho was given a chance in motion pictures. Her rise to fame was rapid, and the little lather girl of Stockholm became the greatest example of movie publicity. One of her very first pictures was awarded the Nobel prize, and she received the medal of the New York Film Critics for her performance in "Anna Karenina." Men fought duels over her, and famous direc-tors, writers and actors have sought her favor. So, think twice before you laugh at that neighbor's child with the theatrical ambitions. The ' great Garbo was once a lather girl! MOTOR BOAT KING WAS A CATTLE HERDER SOMETIMES I think we place too on the stigma of failure. A man may fail at one thing after another that he at-tempts, but he is never a failure himself until he quits. Many a for-tune has been built upon past mis-takes. Gar Wood's father had a viewpoint something like that, and he Instilled into his children the be-lief that even though they failed in an endeavor, they had fun In try-ing it Gar Wood was born in Mapleton, Iowa, in 1872, one of 13 children. All of the children had to earn mon-ey early to help make expenses, and Gar had little formal school- - ing. When only a boy, Gar worked as a cattle herder for one dollar a day. He loved boats and enjoyed constructing mechanically run mod-els from clock parts. At the age of thirteen, his unusual knowledge of boats run by motors got him a job in Duluth on one of the first gasoline craft to dock there. As automobiles became popular, Gar Y.ood wes hired to sell them. He obtained one odd job after an-other. He was a teacher of elec-tricity and gasoline motors in a night class. He ran a garage for awhile in St. PauL One thing after another he tried, and failed to ad-vance. A less philosophical man, a less courageous man might have become stagnant But not Gar Wood. His mind was ever alert to new opportunities In mechanics. Then he perfected a hydraulic hoist for trucks, risked the family's sav-ings in constructing a model, and became wealthy almost overnight Suppose this man had been as utterly stricken with shame as some of us think we might be, when he failed in his first attempts to make a successful living. He prob-ably never would have had the cour-age to risk all the money he had saved for tlie model of an invention others told him was Impractical. WNU Service. claims. Now what has he himself done? You've heard that he dis-covered a pitchblende lake. That is true. He did. You've heard that he sold it for a good-size- d fortune. That also is true. He did sell it But to whom? Why, to me! He sold that radium deposit to Welling, ton, Parke & Lovett whom he sup-p. o.s.edly has been fighting all along What's that? you want proof? I have the proof here. Here are the claim papers. Look at them for yourself. Then go up to the govern-ment land office and examine the official transfer record. He kept you men from selling your claims to me, but when his chance comes he sneaks across the river and se-cretly sells me hisl" "I don't promise anything" P and started for the door, "if tn when you've followed my advice might help you. but not before i you haven't changed your mind by tomonowmornfag .bout going back willing to be married as I suggest-ed- . you might come over to my cabin and let me know" Moments afterward, Dennis Northup stepped from behind a por-"er- e in the corner where Patricia hung her clothes. "Damn all," he remarked glum-l- y. 'that man is a shrewd devil! IfiJpECTION ion w.Ww$'&iv, The huge d miner seized the claim papers and thumbed them hastily. "My God!" he bawled out, to the others. "These is Tarlton's papers to that lake! Lovett'a telling us the truth. Tarlton did sell to the com-pany, like Lovett says." "Did Tarlton tell you." Warren asked, "that he sold the lake to me?" No one answered. The men looked around at one another, d, blank of face. They were stunned. Tarlton had sold to the e actually delivered his ultimatum to you without incriminating him-self by ore single word." Patricia did not answer. She had slumped down on the cot and was sobbing at her abject failure to save Craig. "Don't give up, partner." Northup attempted encouragement. "We'll try Lovett again. We'll get him the next time." CHAPTER XVIII A while later Patricia roused her-self and wandered out into the cool night air. Her cheeks burned with fever; she felt sick and a little gid-dy. In the cabin she had cried her heart out over the wreckage of all her plans, all her happy castles; and a numb hopelessness had set-tled upon her. Wandering aimlessly In the dark-ness, she found a pine tree, leaned weakly against it and plucked at Its rough bark with her fingers, ob-livious to everything except the numbing anguish In her heart. In a dazed way she realized that she and Craig had lost their Ions i you've let me down. Don't let me down this time!" Warren looked at her through the smoke of his cigarette. "You say you'll 'do anything.' Just how much of that do you really mean?" Patricia went taut, quivering. She had broken down Warren's Indiffer-ence! She had drawn him one step toward the trap. "I mean all of It! If I leave, Lupe won't have any cause to kill Craig. I'll start for Smith tomorrow morn-ing; I'll get back home as fast as a plane can take me If you'll only send word to Lupe." Warren toyed with a spoon, cau-tiously choosing every word of his reply. "You may be right, dear, In think-In- g that the Chiwaughlmis abducted Tarlton and are holding him a pris-oner somewhere. I don't know. You are surely right in thinking that I Lupe hates him because of you. Therefore I should say that the thing for you to do, if you really want to save Tarlton's life, is to convince Lupe absolutely that rtEB xnl-Conti- nued -1- 7- hopeful jon't seem-se- em !f Northup admitted can-i- d rm not banking very ,'poleon and Sam, either. uat bad a four-ho- start; strong wind this morning Iran hut before Sam and aid have followed very far. iablygotan ideaofLupe's iirectlon. and they're fol-ier0- ss country in hopes of jots him. They've got only le chance of doing that." what are you counting on :raig?" p got up, closed the door, 4 "We mustn't let any-ijo- u and me together," "Remember that To an-- r Question, I'm counting on jlieve you can trap Lovett thinking around, all after d evening, how to free y there's just one way ILovett He was the Craig kidnaped, I the person who'll have to "Where Is He Now?" bitter fight, the men had lost this mining field, and Craig's splendid ambition for the years ahead was now only a dead dream. Out of the wreckage there was but one thing which might possibly be d, and that was Craig's very life. She doubted whether she could save even that. She was no match for Warren. Corporal Northup, for all his experience with crime, was entirely outclassed. Except for her surrender to Warren's ultimatum, she had no power left of any sort. Even if she did give In to that un-thinkable bargain, Warren would likely doublecross her. She put no faith In any promise from him. He hated Craig with a primitive jeal-ous hatred. Through her numbed thoughts ran Warren's sentence of two weeks ago, "The guilt will lie with you!" By a mere word then she could you've given Tarlton up." "How can I convince him? Tell me!" "Shall I advise you, dear?" "Yes, yes!" Patricia begged. She knew that under cover of that word "advise," Warren was going to de-liver his terms. "I believe," he said, with a wari-ness that was maddening to her, "that Lupe would not be convinced by any mere promises, especially now that Rosalie is dead and Tarl-ton is free to marry you. I believe he would demand some absolute guarantee of your sincerity. Your willingness to return to Chicago is all right, as far as it goes, but in this situation it hardly goes far enough. In my opinion" he dropped his cigarette into his tea dregs "there is only one earthly way for you to convince Lupe. It's drastic, but then ..." freed, days No, don't we don't dare hurry days you ask your cabin. Some Iij plan that. When he 1 be there, unseen. You about Craig. Let you're worried. Give to spring his bar He'll be waiting for opening. He'll finally tell he'll free Craig if you do biinute he says that, the ie admits he has any er with this kidnap-ste- p into the picture, and 'e him dead to rights." two evenings later that acie over to Patricia's cabl-e after dusk. rie laid you wished to see I do, Warren. I I've got company and had told them nothing about the deall It was unbelievable of Tarlton. But they had to believe it. There were the incriminating papers, the proof positive. "Now, I'm not denying that Tarl-ton has done you men some good turns and that he's had some big schemes in his head about wOTlng you all together into a prospectors' syndicate or something of that sort But when it comes to handing across a quarter of a million of his own money, his fancy Ideas couldn't quite stand the strain. Let me ask you something else Where is he now?" have saved all this disaster. And she had refused. The guilt did lie with her. She should have taken Warren's offer and gone back to Chicago. If Craig should be mur-dered, because of her refusal . . . It was a horrible thought. Over at the community house, 30 yards away, the windows and doors had been flung open. For some rea- - "What is it? I'll do it!" Warren said slowly: "Your friend Northup is a magistrate. He can issue a marriage license and per-form the ceremony. If you and I should be married, here at the Bay, at once, and then you should go back to Chicago announcedly as Pa-tricia Lovett, I rather believe that Lupe would be entirely satisfied. Nothing short of that would do." Patricia drew back, shocked and incredulous. She had never imag-ined that Warren would drive so merciless a bargain. Or so pre-posterous a bargain. Didn't he real-ize that she would never live with him? That she would divorce him the instant she could? But then she looked deeper into his ultimatum and saw that instead of being preposterous his bargain was a shrewd far-seein-g play, based on the blunt realities of the months ahead. His marriage to her, how-ever it might be, would give him a heavy advantage in his battle against Russell Parkes. After that Again that blank d si-lence. "Well," Warren answered his own question, "I suppose I'll have to tell you where he is. Three eve-nings ago he came over to my cabin and we signed these papers. Fif-teen minutes later he dropped out of sight No one, not even Miss Patricia, has heard of him since. He skipped! Exactly as Kessler did. That quarter-millio- n went to his head. He took his money and skipped and left you men here hold-ing the bag." Across the entrance-wa- y a girl's voice rang out: son the usual droning hum of con-versation was stilled. Inside, a per-son was talking. His voice was raised a little, as though he was making some sort of speech to the men. Occasionally, as he paused, Pa-tricia heard a low rumble from the listeners, a muffled outburst of sur-prise, or anger, or both; but the noise always died down quickly as the man took up his speech again. The voice sounded to her like Warren's. She stopped plucking at the bark and listened. The voice was Warren's. Unable to make out what he was saying, she left the pine and stum-- rith you. Won't you have tea with me?" t stay long. I've got some-porta- nt on for this eve-'atric- ia ooured the tea. m have something particu-lin- d that you wanted to about?" Warren asked, he sugar In his tea. t'i about Craig. I'm wor-thi- Terribly worried." is he 111, or something?" laodly Inquired. He's gone, Warren. ? ago he suddenly dis-H- e didn't tell anybody-Corp- oral Northup or me tended going away." 'wren remarked. "Quite to think of it I haven't round here for several tre d'you suppose he know. I've asked every-- o one knows. You were wn to talk with him. Wared right after he Papers to the radium he drop you any hint, we he might be?" Warded her, poker-"ftto- n isn't in the habit Personal business to 'at even a suggestion reabouts. But why are med about a little three- - I know that something happened to him" Pat-ted. fe you think he's had Warren asked, flwent to her misery K because those Chl-r- e gone too, Warren. e at the same time wasn't any coinci- - Mtes Craig. Lupe has , air tre winter to kill "e those metis now?" ' 1 haven't the faintest 'fe your men. Surely bere they are " .T Warren 'sted. to commit himself, ."way on little trips mUilS me. I presume 8one fishing( Bome. e f- - He finished his tea, jT0- - "No, no more. "Liar! Kidnaper! Doublecrosserl You kidnaped Craig. You're hold-ing him prisoner. You framed him and now you're framing these men!'' The prospectors whirled around and stared at the girl who was screaming the lie at Warren Lovett. As Patricia left the entrance-wa- y like an embodiment of passionate fury, Warren called sharply: "Men! Pay no attention to her wild charges. Tarlton has taken her in too, even worse than he took you. She actually still believes in the fellow! You mustn't blame her for anything she says or does. Poor girl, she's beside herself." Patricia cut her way through the crowd, leaped upon a chair near where Warren stood, and faced the men, her eyes flashing fire. "Lies! Lies! Lies! Every word he's told you is a damnable lie! I tell you he kidnaped Craig. Those Chiwaughimis have got Craig some-where. They'll kill Craig if you don't do something about it. Get that man there" she leveled, her arm at Warren "and make him tell where Craig is." (TO BE CONTINUED) bled nearer the community house. A few distinguishable words came drifting out to her then: "Tarlton radium lake disappearance " In spite of her faintness she knew that Warren was putting across some bold stroke with those pros-pectors. He must have gone straight from her cabin to the Den. This must be the "something important" which he had mentioned, with ela-tion in his tones. The tense quiet of the prospectors sounded ominous to her, but even more ominous were those rumbling outbursts whenever Warren paused. She had heard that same ugly ground-swel- l once before on the March night when Phil Kessler be-trayed the men and skipped their wrath. In alarm she started around to-ward the main door, to And out what Warren's move was and to fight it. In the entrance-wa- y she stopped and looked across the main room. A strange scene confronted her. At the far side of the Den, over next the kitchen. Warren was standing on an drum of kerosene, talking to the prospectors. They t,aH crowded up close to him and ft 'WiM.t A! Mf ;?vi2? Trotting American in Origin In the first quarter of the last century there came into existence in New York a fashion, which later became a furor, for driving fast trotting horses on the road. Out of it grew the national sport of horse trotting or harness racing. Ameri-can in its orign and development which spread to all parts of the world. Through these amateur and professional pastimes there was evolved a new breed of horses, at once among the most versatile and useful ever known, and' by new methods on part of the breeders, who made authenticated records of public performance the basis of reg-istration in their stud book and closed the door to all blood alike that failed to meet this test. were listening intently. In his hand he held a sheaf of papers, docu-ments of some kind. He had evidenUy been talking to considerable time, for the group a his speech to an he was bringing end when she came in. Over the heads of the miners Pa-tnx- ia could hear his sharp words He spoke in a curt emo-Se- s way that was more dev-Satin- g bombast or rant- - than any 'For almost a year." ne sa.d. has kept you men here. wSout money or clothes -- r any-S- g cept empty Psh"e nTrsuade- - you. if not you into not selling me your Warren Came Over to Patricia's Cabin a Little After Dusk. when he had her in Chicago, had the firm in his grasp again, had con-trol of the Wellington interests and her family's fortune-- he could just about dictate his terms to her. Warren saw how she recoiled from the thought of marrying him. "You don't seem to like my ad-vice," Formerly he he snapped. would have argued patiently, out and hard. All now he was sharp right, "don't take it!" He got up to go. Patricia caught his arm. She was panicky with defeat. ''Warren refused- -I will please- -I haven't Listen to me!" His stoniness S'lt."Y0U'Ve ot t0 question of inu6' "ose Chiwaug-gi'n- g him prisoner f will kill him. un- - te-- 1- -rm the i t ," this on Craig. f save him. Be-- ft killed, I'll do away, rU g0 back " Promise not to see e- - ' Every time that n you. Warren, Mother's Loving Heart WHAT memories we have of hearts, Who thought "the world well lost," and gave their best; Who saw the hidden virtues in each child, Whose love was comfort, peace and perfect rest. Dear mothers of the world, and of today, Your path in life may seem a humble part, But ask each man to choose life's purest gift, I know he'll say "A moth-er's loving heart." Omar Randall. Learn by Imitation It is by imitation, far more than by precept, that we learn every-thing; and what we learn thus, we acquire not only more effec-tually, but more pleasantly. This forms our manners, our opinions, our lives. Burke. |