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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM, UTAn H0W-T9.SE-W 1T-- RuthWyeth Spears cjp AROUND A toft RED niMP 1 - i ("BLUE GINGHAM ASsC'PROGRAM O Mrs. David C. Lvon Is 3.(f Elected IVT.A. Presi- - IN v. en or "ext ear GREpurcnts da' at Bingham high vjf?Rhool Thursday saw 125 parents Qfc i senior and junior high school wMudents registering and visiting XJLasses in the morning. At noon RD Qncn was served in the cafete- - STITCl In the afternoon an assembly as held with program numbers follows: f ARY AIress welcome, Principal iVl grandrr H- - McMullin; Response from of nine, ma,rcnts- - Dr- - Paul s Richards; pier of 'emburnl3crs from a E'rls' trio, Bev-eryo-thou 'v Clays, Jean Johnson and the modem0"1 Nix. do a bit of h Officers elected for the newly-an- d kept. Wmed parent-teacher- s' assoc in-to a serieson to serve next year were Mrs. this was acavid C. Lyon, president; Prin- - p OVER CARDI-E BOARD G BEFORE nine. r ninety embroidery many sketches show-us- e them. You and n may have happy """this fascinating hand In( 1, SEWING, for the Paator, contains 48 com-- P' for making slipcov-hcle- s, bedspreads and or things for the house. Hooks are 23 cents each. If you order both books, crazypatch leaf-let, reviving interest in this old-tim- e hand craft, is included FREE. Address, Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Desplaincs St., Chicago, 111. Mary Ann s muuivr VJiuiiea tne project with a rather large piece of blue gingham; a pair of em-broidery hoops and some odds and ends of bright six strand mercer-ized embroidery thread. Outlines for flower designs were made by drawing around coins and the flow-ers were embroidered as shown here. Stems were done in outline stitch and leaves in groups of straight stitches. From the many attempts on that piece of gingham, two flower groups had almost as. much life and charm as the modern Mary Ann, age nine. These were neatly framed and lend a gay note at each side of an old mirror. NOTE: Book 1, Gifts, Novelties and Embroidery, gives full in-- 7 ELINOR MAXWELL 0 O ARCADIA HOUSE PUBLICATIONS I WNU SERVICE "Don't worry, baby. Addie'll take charge of things. Hush, honey here comes Mr. Phil." Phil Buchanan came into the liv-ing room. "There's a New York Central train leaving at ten forty-fiv- e in the morning," he announced. "It reaches Chicago at seven-te- n the following morning. It's the first one out, Mary, and I'm afraid that's the best you can do, unless, of course, you want to go by plane." "Oh, no!" Mary returned, think-ing of the extra expense which fly-ing would involve. "I can't fly. That morning train'll have to do. I can catch the eight-thirt- y train for Hawklnsville the following morning, and reach home about one." "Then, I'll call for you at ten, Mary," Phil said. "Try to get some sleep, my dear. You'd better give her some brandy, Addie, or hot milk or something." "I'll take care of her, Mr. Phil," Addie replied proudly. "Don't you worry. I'm goin' to get her to bed right now." "Then I'll be running along," Phil said, and, coming to where Mary sat, he stooped and kissed her gen-tly on the mouth. "Good-nigh- t, my dear," he said tenderly. "Try to get some rest" For one mad instant, Mary wished she might put her arms about this big kind man, and tell him not to go, not to leave her that she need-ed, and needed terribly, his comfort-ing presence. But he was making for the door now, and saying to Ad-die in the tone a father uses when entrusting his child to another's care, "Watch out for her, Addie, and call me immediately if she wants me." Addie left Aunt Linnie's apart-ment an hour ahead of Phil Buchan-an's arrival the following morning. She needed time to stop at the bank, draw out some money for Mary, get to the station and pay for the ticket before Phil and Mary should reach there. This she had accomplished, and, by Mary's arrangement, was waiting for them at the information desk when they reached the con-course. Phil looked troubled. "I wanted to get your tickets, Mary," he said. "I couldn't let you do that," Mary returned proudly, wondering what he would think if he knew Addie was financing her trip. He glanced at the reservation to see the number of the car that she was to be in. "Mary," he began, "you have a lower berth. Don't you want a compartment, dear? It'd be so much more private. Won't you let me give you this little comfort, at least?" "No," Mary replied dully. "A low-er's all right. I don't mind." "But . . ." "Please, Phil. I couldn't let you . . ." "All right," he agreed tersely. "Come along, then." But once in the Pullman, he began again, "I wish you'd let me get a compartment for you, and I wish someone were making the Journey with you. If you won't let me go along, Mary, what about Addie?" His worried eyes sought the Mulat-to's face. "No!" Mary said shortly. "No, Phil. I really want to be alone. There are so many things to think about. Phil, I received a letter from Anthony Porter in this morn-ing's mail. The first magazine to which he submitted 'Storm on the Mountain' has offered five thousand dollars for the first American serial rights." "Mary! That's great! That's won-derful! I knew . . ." "But it's come too late," Mary returned, her voice almost inaudi-ble. I "Too late!" Phil repeated, bewil-dered. "Yes, I'm afraid It's come too late." "But I don't understand," he re-turned. "What . . .?" "All aboard!" shouted the conduc-tor. "All aboard!" "You must be getting off," Mary warned. "Good-by- , Addie, and thank you for everything." She rose from her seat, and throw-ing her arms about the woman, gave her an affectionate, fleeting embrace. Then, turning to Phil Bu-chanan, she held out a black-glove- d hand. "Good-by- , Phil. You've been so good, so very good." The house on Concert street was in darkness when she arrived the following afternoon. Mr. Anderson, next door neighbor of the Lorings for the past ten years, had met her at the station and brought her home. The window shades were drawn to the sill, and the heavy fra-grance of lilies and roses assailed her as she stepped into the dim, cool haL' and her mother's arms. The women, benumbed by their mu-tual tragedy, greeted each other wordlessly, embraced, drew apart, then impulsively embraced again. Ellen, a new maturity in her bear-ing, came softly down the bare steps, and, with a convulsive sob, kissed Mary first on one cheek and then the other. "Oh, Mary," she breathed, "thank God you've cornel Our father Mary our father . . ." Mary held her sister tightly in her arms, unable to speak, yet struggling Inwardly to force the question to her lips. She must know at once how her father died. If only Ellen wouldn't cry like that! The girl's body, racked by choking sobs, was shaking hysteri-cally. "Darling! Ellen!" she cried. "Dearest . . ." Then, "Oh, Ellen! What was It? How did Dad die?" Why didn't she answer? Why didn't . . . "It was a terrible accident, Mary," her mother broke in gently. "Dad was working on the car in the garage, and the motor was run-ning . . ." Mary felt a shudder pass through her. With the motor running? Oh, no! He wouldn't have . . . Why, one of the first things he told her when she was learning to drive was never, never to do that! And yet she fought the thought the painful realization. Her heart refused to believe what her mind told her was the truth. "Where is Dad?" Mary asked. "In the living room, dear," Mrs. Loring answered gently. "Do you want to see him pow?" Mary, pleading for understanding, looked into her mother's eyes. "Yes, Mother," she said. "May I go in alone?" Mrs. Loring nodded compassion-ately. "Of course, darling. We have all wanted to do that." She walked slowly into the flower-banke- d room where the body of James Loring lay. The casket flanked the fireplace at the south wall, and a great piece of sheer netting lay over it. For one ap-palled moment, she stood there gaz-ing at her father's dear face, so strangely young and peaceful in death; then, lifting the veiling, she tenderly touched his clasped hands. "Daddy darling," she whispered, "you were always so good to me! If only I could have eased your wor-ries, my darling! If only I could have saved your life! I love you so, Daddy. I love you so!" Gently, she let the transparent cover fall back in place, and, squar-ing her shoulders, turned away. (TO BE COXTIMJED) man deeply, undeniably, devoted to one girl. A radiogram had come from Lelia. She had received Mary's letter, and she and Linnie would sail on the first boat that was heading for New York. They would be home on the twenty-fift- h of May. It was on the night of the twenty-thir- d that Mary, coming home with Phil from an evening at the Van Winkles', found a telegram for her beneath Aunt Linnie's door. Phil switched on the hall light, and fol lowed her into the living room as she tore open the message. She stood there for an instant, reading it, staring at the slip of paper as if the words she read were too star-tlin- g to believe; then, as they at last penetrated her benumbed senses, she uttered a low, hurt cry. Phil was at her side instantly. "Mary! Is it bad news?" She silently handed him the yel-lo-sheet; then, like a little girl too stunned to cry out, covered her face with her hands. Phil glanced apprehensively at the telegram. It read: FATHER JUST PASSED AWAY PLEASE COME HOME IMMEDI-ATELY ELLEN. Dropping it on the table, he went to her, and taking her, unresisting, in his arms, held her tenderly, pro-tectively there. "Poor little Mary," he said softly. "Darling, I'm so sor-ry! So very sorry! Rest your head against me, my sweet, and cry. Let the tears come. It'll help, darling." And standing thus, within the safe warm circle of his embrace, she wept wept for the loss of the dear-est friend she'd ever had wept for the sacrifices James Loring had made for his family wept for the defeat and heartache that had seared these last few months of his life. At last, struggling for composure, she raised her tortured eyes to PhiL "How soon can I get away?" she asked. "Is there a train tonight? I have to go by way of Chicago, you know." Phil's hold about her relaxed, and seeking in his pocket for a cigarette, he found one and lighted it "It's too late tonight, but I'll phone the New York Central and the Pennsyl-vania, and find out what time you can leave tomorrow; how soon you can get to Hawkinsville. And I'll send Miss Cotswell a radiogram. Mary?" "Yes?" "Would you like for me to go to Hawkinsville with you? I hate to think of you making the trip alone." Mary averted her haggard young face. "No, Phil dear. Thank you. You're so good so very good to of-fer, but I want to be alone." Silence, and then, "All right dear. Hadn't you better telephone or wire your family right away?" "I'll wire," Mary returned huski-ly. "I I couldn't bear to talk to them tonight." "Write out the message then, and let me send it for you. I know you don't even feel like giving it to the telephone operator." Mary automatically moved to-wards the desk, sought pen and pa-per, and scribbled a pitiful message to her mother. Then, again, over-come by her loss, compassion for her mother, heartache for her fa-ther, to whom of all his children she had been closest, she buried her face in her arms on the desk. Phil, speechless with understand-ing, watched her for a moment; then turned, and went towards the kitchen, and Addie's room that led off from it. "Addie!" he called, knocking on the door. Eventually, Addie's sleepy voice responded, and the door was opened. "Addie." Phil said in a low voice, "Miss Loring's had bad news. Her father's passed away." "Oh, my God!" the woman ex-claimed. "My poor baby! I'll be there right away, Mr. Phil-s- oon as I get on my robe and slippers." "Stay with her while I do some telephoning." Phil whispered. A second later, she joined Mary, and, all thought of caste and color thrown aside, had her arms about the girl. "Poor lambie!" she was lambie. Had AFTER XIV Continued i li-nes! morning she wandered j,e apartment, and eventually Her clothes in her own room. jfgood looking-over- , and evr, was the perfect time t There were stockings to be i gloves to be washed, sev-jngjj- to be sent to the cleaner. trtJe her hands were deep in it fiat the telephone rang, pi unconscious attempt to to the instrument she er it kuitto. emerging from the i, fnd observing Mary's grinned wisely, and let her rce. " asked the voice at the f the line. thil," she returned, and feed to find that it was an ' to appear too eager. .yDiing tonight?" --r, I'm not." !i you like to go to a partyl :ibalds are celebrating i g or other, with a couple tiial stars as the drawing ,r. they want me to bring ...J How about it? lev) it PhiL What time?" 1 e party doesn't begin un-- ijbut let's have dinner and take in a rwards." r.'jbt PhiL Evening things, !1 , jiless Spike's forgotten to lip paw marks Oscar plant-E-l dinner coat the other I ifbe around for you about Ojb, by the way, did you " jm,' et cetera, to be , Yesterday morning. They ;rybody in New York's writ-es and that they're so I'they can't have it finished day noon." L obody's writing a novel .ri! Supposing I get Tony tat lunch with us at the Al-- l fiiursday, and you can turn ipf right over to him while fe?" you really do that, Phil? " frushing things right along ctly miraculous manner! Idn't know that literary qer stooped to break bread iss-gree- n author!" jo, my child, when the edi-- . frica's biggest weekly hap-fs- k them! Besides, Antho-l- s more enthusiastic about 1 and its author than the J' face lets on." ght PhiL You should fading. , See you later." yiu later, Phil! Good-by.- " CHAPTER XV ok more pains than usual :4g that night, and was shy-Jf- d with the reflection the back at her, as, giving she made ready room. Phil, !rew somewhat austere in jumped up from the he'd been lounging, "Darling," he ex- - look lovely tonight!" 4 as if fearful of having A, he hastily asked her e wanted to dine, if he show, by any word or fughout the whole evening, fy Loring meant anything ijhim tonight than she had ay they had met. In fact t have thought that she dreamed he'd asked her Ihim that he didn't care at all about her had he "If there's nothing more i your life tomorrow night, hat about having dinner I could call all bets off at I around four o'clock, and, ike, we could drive some-- ' Long Island. The dog-?e- s are in bloom now." P. Phil, I'd love it," Mary Ind realized, an instant lat-h- e had experienced a mo--I disappointment when she JEht he was not going to say ( about seeing her before jmcheon engagement on crooning. "Poor little your Daddy been sick, honey? Did you know he was ailin'? What did your sister say it was that took him?" Mary's hand fell to the woman s shoulder in a convulsive grip. "He was terribly worried, Addie. Terri-bly unhappy. He had been for sev-eral months-a- nd Ellen didn t say what ... Oh, Addie, could my fa-ther have committed suicide?" "Hush, honey! Hush! Don't say such a thing! No, he couldn't have done that. He . . ." "I must get there as quickly as possible," Mary went on as if in a daze, "and, Addie. I don't know what it'll cost. Maybe I haven t enough money ..."'bout that, hon-ey Don't you worry money m the bank I have plenty everything I got is yours. -a-nd so good. I U Oh, Addie. you're back soon. TU sell my pay you But. Add.e, right novel some day. about thirty dol-lar- s now, I've only . . ." kel keen about seeing him ccause I'm not busy writ-- " she asked herself, "and r lonesome? Or do I really in the way he wants me how could I? Pet&e don't r'd out of love so quickly, ve with Chris. I've always ove with Chris." e was destined not to know time whether her eager-e- e Phil, to be with him. and his clever, lazy talk, was ack of other interests, or days went on. Tne lunch-'Senx-- with Anthony Por-m- e an accomplished fact. " the Mountain" was now in he had already submitted ",pular magazine for worn-wa- s writing a new short, of distaste for sentences 3''ons having deserted her e Was seeing Phil every Phil still as cold and " he had never spoken )rds of love to her. yet a WWWWWWWWW wWWW Jlsk Me Jlnolher Q General Quiz The Questions 1. What is the highest denomi-nation of U. S. postage stamp now used? 2. In what city is found the long-est street? 3. What is a metaphor? A simile? 4. What was the family name of Romeo?; of Juliet? 5. What anniversary will base-ball celebrate this year? 6. What is the most powerful lighthouse in the United States? 7. What is the largest flowing spring in the world? The Answers 1. The $5 stamp is the largest. 2. Los Angeles Figueroa street 27.5 miles long. 3. Unexpressed comparison; ex-pressed comparison. 4. Montague and Capulet. 5. Its 100th anniversary. 6. It is the lighthouse at Nave-sin- k, N. J., which uses 9,000,000 candlepower. 7. Silver springs In Florida has a registered volume of flow of 801,000,000 every 24 hours and is conceded the largest flowing spring in the world. Enough wa-ter flows from h every 24 hours to supply each person in the United States with five gallons each. It is the only stream navigable to its very source. And of All Things Hitched to a Milk Curt ! It was early morning. Driving home from a party was a young chap somewhat the worse for liq-uor, steering a course that would have puzzled a snake to follow. Round the corner came a milk cart, the driver of which did all he could to get out of the drunk's way, swerving from side to side. For a moment the car wavered, then it stopped abruptly. Out sprang the tipsy fellow. Looking up at the other driver with a look of tremendous dignity, he demanded: "HI, you! Wash the idea of you driving that intochicated horse, huh?" Sau5: kV We Cultivate That Field Politics offers such a tremen-dous field in which to be bogus. Everyone may be an idealist; but none should be a zealot. A zealot is a nuisance. Let Us Add Courage Confucius recommended five moral virtues humanity, justice, order, prudence and rectitude; none of which is likely to accom-plish much without a stout heart. If one earnestly wants to be a gentleman he can be one. The rules are plain. That'$ All We Ask Laws cannot change human na-ture, they can but, at best, change human behavior. What is the greatest pleasure of an old man? Conversation. In-dulge him if you have a kind heart. LOST YOUR PEP? Hr Amazing Rallaf for Condition Duo to Sfuggloh Bowola tall! il auk. luat try thla fflfiV""-1'-- So mild. tbonuxbTm-treaiilui- t. lnvlgorOn. DndWp relief mB rick beartanhM, blllou peU, leeUu h0 aiMonlaud with eonrtlpatkro. Without RiskSK Make tha tt then II no delighted, return the box to mm. 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Dead-ly and tragic work at the cross-roads I THANKS, I DO Y!HJ; AND I GET A !:: 9 XIJT BIG THRILL FROM By fj , J RIPE FLAVOR m f - rJ v I TOO! f ? a ' f w & ' i tyf 'Ww ' " "J 'W V W i 'WfWV WWJMW A '3PfVfi43lY' "" 'iiiiu" """ " . . , "j -- .'""-1 TIPS to (jrardeners Helping Seeds Along '"THE first step toward insuring germination of seeds is proper planting. In exceptionally dry weather, however, even properly planted seeds may not germinate. It is advisable in such a case to prepare the dry soil for the seed. Water freely, as though you had a crop growing. Allow the water to soak in and when the soil has good moisture content, begin your planting. You must be careful, of course, not to plant in wet, muddy soil. Excessive rainfall, on the other hand, may make the soil so moist as to cause rotting of planted seeds. If they have not germi-nated within a reasonable length of time after planting, a few of them should be dug up and examined. If rotting is indicated, another planting must be made. While few vegetable seeds re-quire special treatment to assist germination, numerous flower seeds can successfully be treated, according to Gilbert Bentley, flow-er expert. He advises as follows: Nick the seed coat of lupin, moonflow-e- r and morning glory; remove the rough outer coating of nasturtium, momordica, castor bean and sand verbena; soak canna, lily, job's tear and sweet pea seeds in wa-ter for 12 hours before planting. Misery Bay, Curious Water Phenomenon, Baffles Scientists; Never Gives Up Dead Nine miles northeast of Alpena, forming a part of Little Thunder bay, is a curious water phenome-non that has baffled scientists for years. It is known as Misery bay Federal Writers' project and the research workers now report that the bay itself, about one mile long, with the dark hole in the center, is fast becoming landlocked and sepa-rated from Lake Huron by silt and rocks piling up along its outer bor-der. They also say they were un-able to reach bottom in the hole with a 1,200-foo- t plumb line. They report the water in the hole never freezes, but in winter wears a plume of vapor above the surface. The theory that this bay is con-nected with some underground river fed from some lake far inland sounds logical, for all through the Alpena-Presqu- e Isle district are nu-merous sunken holes and disappear-ing streams that travel underground through the soft limestone forma-tion. These waters must find an outlet somewhere, and Misery bay seems to be the answer. and undoubtedly properly named, for it is said that the waters never have given up their dead, writes Albert Stoll Jr., in the Detroit News. As far back as 1876 Misery bay claimed the attention of the curious. At that time William Boulton, in writing the history of Alpena coun-ty, said: "In Little Thunder bay is a curi-ous freak of nature. It consists of a deep hole some 200 feet in diame-ter and a depth, according to a sounding made by us, of 79 feet. It is full of water and is supposed to be the outlet of Sunken lake, some 30 miles distant from shore. In passing over this sunken hole a person experiences a feeling as if the bottom had dropped out, leav-ing him suspended in the air. The sides appear to go straight down, and as far as can be seen, are covered with weeds, amid which large pike find a secure hiding place. It is affirmed the hole never freezes over." Miserv bay has been one of the projects recently undertaken as a Painted Washington Picture The famous painting "Washington Crossing the Delaware" was execut-ed in Duesseldorf, Germany, in 1851 by the German-America- n artist, Emanuel Leutze. He used the Rhine for the Delaware and Germans for the Amer an soldiers, says Collier's Weekly. |