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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH H0W-T-9. SEW 4 Ruth Wyeth Spears I ?J I make circles ,N PA,RS p I Hot dish mats of cable cord. and Gifts, Novelties and Embroid-eries; both for 25 cents; and your choice of the Patchwork Quilt Leaflet showing 36 authentic stitches; or the Rag Rug Leaflet F'REE, while the supply lasts. Don't delay, as the offer of both books at this low price will be withdrawn soon. Send your order at once to Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Desplaines St., Chicago, III. CO MANY requests for copies of these directions have been re-ceived, they are being printed again to accommodate those who neglected to clip and save them when they appeared before. The mat is made of heavy white cotton cable cord such as you buy at the notion counter for seams and trimmings. The design is copied from a luncheon mat made years ago of corset strings! There was a fad at one time for sewing these in braided and scroll designs with fine stitches on the wrong side of the mat. Follow the directions in the sketch, making the circles in pairs, using No. 40 cotton thread to sew them. Braid three cords together and then sew the braided strip around and around to make the center of the mat. Sew a row of the circles to the edge of this center part; then add another braided row, being careful to "ease in" the inside edge just enough to keep the mat flat. Con-tinue adding alternate rows of circles and braiding until the mat is size desired. To join the ends of the braided rows, pull one end through the braiding to the wrong side of the mat; then trim the ends and sew them flat. NOTICE: Every Homemaker should have copies of the two books containing 96 How to Sew articles. You may secure SEW-ING, For the Home Decorator; I rfftMutyf Everybody likes Kel- - H I 'ogg's Corn Flakes so i h Hi car k 1 well that you never fe sssr g have a half -- eaten 111 f 1 Ik i lb 1 Pacae remaining M I l- -l wastefullyon the' B :flffoi!?" ' pantry shelf! THE ORIGINAL AMERICA'S 0tktf$S FAVORITE FOR 33 YEARS Copt. 1939 by Kellogg Company 00' nV Plan your trip to the Fairs ffc JUK with a "stop-over- " J95h at the mm NEW HOUSE Smvi!'mii ,n SAlT LAKE cmr liiitiu'i "Tlte Center of Scenic cAmerica" uiiti-i- i qil'iilft sum; 'j it mWUMiJH 400 ROOMS-4- 00 BATHS 7 'ukZ L ia j Rates: $2.00 fo $4.00 Singh CAFETERIA DINING ROOM - BUFFET All located off main lobby-fin- est food at reasonable prices I DINING DANCING Et-- - fj EVERY FRIDAY ond SATURDAY NIGHT AW 4lul WEW MOUSE Mr,. J. H. WATERS. IW J. HOIMAN WATERS ond W. ROSS SUTTON, Mgru : gy TALBOT MUNDY 0 TAlB0T MUndy-w- Nu service t Norwood has been sent fl, Ensland to the Kadur JTInda.alongwithhlsln. :Stnc .nwrvant. Moses O'Leary. Z, Norwood's Job ts to irict to determine whether mine belongs ;fpUs or to the ruler, the Kadur- - CHAPTER -2- - ,Mahlam chuckled. It was Irurele of dirty water and it ed the silk of his voice. Even 'tat changed. He became (s an auctioneer encour--, doubtful bidder: j, there is newness at the icb " Dever before was! i, , godsend in the guest-Sh- e has money, and a niece aore than money. Oh, such Is! And oh, such ill temperl "'.j l, never satisfied unless riumiliating someone. She ;es even His Highness. And a is never happy unless she iu kind as her aunt is cruel." ',, ,re they there?" asked T mystery. Nobody knows." wants to know?" sahib you must not ask what sot tell you." W g month's pay," said , "that the temple Brahmins t out a call for informa- - J it make any difference to r. O'Leary, where the two i rupees came from, suppo-sed it?" t fifty might tempt me. I'd The Maharajah is a quiet old gen-tleman, thank heaven. No initia-tive. Satisfied to let things take their course. I believe the quarrel would settle itself, if we would let it alone. The diamond mine is one of those open secrets that do no harm until they're aired by busy-bodie- The arrangement has worked perfectly well all these years. The priests don't win many diamonds from the mine. Sometimes years go by without their finding any stones worth putting on the market. But they make an occasional find. They turn over a certain percentage to the Maharajah, and sell the re-mainder for temple revenue. "Yes. There's a rumor the mine is dangerous." "Good God, man! They don't let anyone near the mine not even the Maharajah!" "Provision has been made for that, sir." The Resident squirmed. "Well, take care that your" he selected a word; he used it tartly: "spies don't make trouble." Norwood returned to the city. The new street lights had been turned on. There was a swarm of homing traffic bullock carts, camels, droves of pedestrians, scandalously noisy and decrepit autos. Norwood stood on a sort of traffic island in mid-stre- an oasis of palms with an ancient fountain and one big glar-ing arc-ligh- t. He could see the or-derly bringing the horses; he might just as well wait for them. Threading its way through the traffic in the direction of the palace, there came one of those old-fas-so the younger girl could hardly be a relative. She might be a princess on a visit from some northern In-dian State. The orderly, selected because he was a native of Kadur, rode up with the led hnrse. "Has Prince Rundhia taken a wife?" Norwood asked him. "No, sahib." One does not dis-cuss zenana ladies not with men of an alien race. The orderly grinned himself into the kind of silence that suggests the subject is forbidden. Norwood rode back to his camp, where Moses Lafayette O'Leary lied, like three men of three dif-ferent races, about who had drunk the whiskey. "It was an emergency," said O'Leary. "Yes. sir. I took the lib-erty. But how can I get informa-tion if I mayn't count on your knowl-edge o' my honesty, and take a chance now and then on your over-looking what would be impudence if someone else should do it? I have to treat my informants decent. Have you heard who's staying at the pal-ace? There's a guesthouse in the garden full o' women. Americans. Two. A young one. And an aunt who'd fill a hotel. Truck-load- s o' luggage. I'v heard say the aunt could make a brace of tigers wish they'd looked the other way. They say she's a holy terror. But they tell me the young one 'ud melt your heart to look at her. They call the young one Miss Lynn Harding." "What else have you found out?" "Not much." "You're about due for an Irish promotion. You're getting too fat. I've my eye on a man who knows what work is." "All right, sir. If you want me to talk before I know what I'm talk-ing about, I'll do it. Here goes. The whole bazaar's as full o' dirty rumors as Stoddart's dog is o fleas. There's a game on, and it's all set. They're laying for us, and the way they figure it we're in the bag al-ready. I've been offered a bribe to tell why you're in Kadur." "Cash?" "No. Promises. Man name o" Noor Mahlam." "Beyond that you were offered a bribe, did you get any other line on their intentions?" "No. I know we're being spied on. There's a saying in Kadur that diamonds see in the dark. We're being watched now. We can't afford a mistake. But they'll try some more bribery first before they act ugly." "Don't take their money. Don't take a gift of any kind from any-one." "Me?" "Yes. You." "I'm incorruptible." CHAPTER III Mrs. Deborah Harding, in leg-gings, a short skirt, and a wide pith helmet, wearing goggles, and with a camera suspended somehow from her portly figure, prodded ruins with the ferrule of a green silk sunshade. Two palace servants danced attend-ance on her, doing their obsequious utmost to prevent calamity. "Sahiba! Not good! Much too many cobra kerait scorpions too bad. Come, look this way. Plenty ruins this way." But Mrs. Deborah Harding wasn't in the habit of taking the advice of anyone less than a Supreme Court Justice; nor would she hesitate to question that if it didn't agree with her own convictions. She was dy-namic, opulent, willful dignity per-sonified. As honorary special corre-spondent to The Woman Citizen, of Aaronville, Clarendon County, Ohio, she was being an authority on ruins. She looked like authority. She had authoritative gestures, and a note-book. It was close on sunset. Mrs. De-borah Harding's goggles were dusty. The blood-re- d sunrays confused her vision. She was one of those people who always believe what they see but nothing that they don't see. She saw a cobra. She did not see that the stone, on which she set her foot, was loose, curved on its under side and resting insecurely on a flat rock. So she twisted her ankle and sat down hard. It jolted every bone in her corpulent body. Two hundred and eight pounds of widow with bankers' references and one hundred per cent opinions, can sit down harder than a crate of groceries. "I never saw such people such a country. I have travelled all around the world from America. I have visited numbers of countries. I have not seen your equals any-where for inefficiency and lack of human intelligence. What shall I do now? I am in pain. Have you no ideas? Can't you suggest some-thing?" One of them mounted the pony and cantered away for assistance. Mrs. Deborah Harding sat fanning herself and making impotently harsh remarks about the swarms of flies that were looking for a last, lazy meal before going to sleep. The cantering servant drew rein at an outlying police kana and, after a heatedly uncomplimentary debate with the policeman in charge, phoned the palace. The Maharanee was out. It entered no one's head to consult the Maharajah; it was his hour of the day to study postage stamps, so he was incommunicado, except to the physician who should bring him his evening tonic. How-ever, Prince Rundhia had returned that afternoon, from a visit to Delhi. Someone phoned him. Things hap-pened. There are two palaces. Rundhia's is separated from the Maharajah's only by a high wall and two widths of glorious garden. Rundhia's im-ported patent automatic garage-doo- r swung open. His imported chauffeur whirled a Rolls-Royc- e to the front door. Rundhia took the wheel. They opened the front gate just in time. Another split second and he would have crashed it, sacked the lot of them, and bummed a new car from his aunt. There was a whirl of dust, a din of tooting. Headlights flooded the narrow roads with blinding glare. Three dogs and some belated chick-ens died the death. Three villages gasped and called on thirty gods to witness their piety. Rundhia rammed on the brakes and got out of the car to bow to Mrs. Harding just as calmly, as blandly, as amus-edly courteous as if he were en-tering her drawing room. "Well, I am glad to see you," said Mrs. Deborah Harding. "I don't know who you are, but" "Prince Rundhia, your host's nephew." "How d'you do. You took your own time, didn't you? I had begun to think no one was coming." The garden guesthouse was a copy of a cottage at Juan les Pins. It had been Rundhia's idea. The Prince had persuaded his aunt the Maharanee to go thoroughly modern for once. The Maharanee almost worshiped Rundhia, but she had compelled him to return from Europe by cutting off the supplies of cash. She wanted him to learn to be fit for the throne. But Rundhia was always threatening to go to Europe again unless she made things tolerable; so she had to make good his gambling losses and to humor his whims. No one had stayed at the guest-house until Mrs. Deborah Harding heard about it during her tour of India. She knew exactly how to contrive invitations. She considered she conferred a favor on the rules of Kadur by accepting their hospi-tality for herself and her niece. (TO BE CONTINUED) She saw a cobra. :over." a that price might not be : (or exact information as to plain Norwood is in Kadur; :hy Mrs. Harding and Miss larding are here at the same Here is some connection jit?" ind out," said O'Leary. : you will seli me the infor- - ,i ink it over. If I can't find a bidder, maybe you and I wsiness. You'd better watch m. I'll take a stroll through ar later on." 7 well, Mr. O'Leary. My of-- - idol care where your office think I'd let myself be ding on you? You keep a .f.ing. You've plenty o' spies, it where I go, and follow, "JJ your money with you. imdred." sahib, we agreed to " J three hundred. You'd bet- - before I'm seen talking to Captain Norwood might be "J minute. If he should ask J you are I'd have to tell ': al it wouldn't sound nice. 1 me never lie to each oth- - CHAPTER II a Carl Norwood was in noth-"ia- t he or anyone could rec-a- i trouble. On horseback, a mounted native order-s- s entering the ancient gate J City. A good-lookin- g fel-- 8 to be a Captain of Royal ";s. He looked more like a "M. Inside the city gates, i!' stinking herd of loaded fliey blocked the street. Ji horse that wasn't used 's went into a panic. When palmed the horse he dis-8av- e the reins to the or- - told htm to let the horse -- to the smell of camels and "soon as the camels were ;(ay. He wanted to stretch nyhow. It was only a mile the Residency, on the far lthe city. The swarming e interesting, just before ,Vlth the night life just be- - teidency stood in a vast Hamid neem trees. n Jack. The 'Ward of native Indian in- - j turning out to pay the .7 honors to the flag at was on the front .ale-age- and military Knvood had to wait until ; rernony was over. His not cordial. The in-- ; flmner was perfunctory. "M t it was easy to re- - M sir. Long march. I turn in early." ' e"; Captain Norwood. inconvenience you. I C' C"urse- - 1,181 yu . Can t say that I ap-- survey 0f the Kadur .Pnests win resent it bit- - olrfy be trouble enough temple boundary , 'Maharajah claims own-Sas- b blliWi"8s. beneath 4 un Pen secret for :;5e,.. e prit sts have a dia- - ..;whyrm h.?re. sir. I was ent"Ce Rndhia started tn i.e'r tn lhe tnne- - He ln ie Maharajah's R'.indhia's idea. ioned carriages in which zenana la-dies take the air. It was magnifi-cently horsed. Two mounted men rode ahead to clear the way, and they were followed by two runners armed with sticks. Two men in splendid livery on the box. Two footmen on a platform behind the carriage. Two more horsemen bringing up the rear. As the carriage drew near Nor-wood, a terrifically noisy truck frightened the horses. Almost at the same moment, two elephants loomed into view from a side street. Tho horses plunged. The driver had hard work to control them. The car-riage swayed violently. The right front wheel struck the curb, close to Norwood. The shock jerked open the door. The electric arc-lig-shone in, revealing the occupants. The coachman reined the horses to a standstill, shouting to the footmen to seize their heads. Diamonds, pearls, zephyry silken saris of the hue of Himalayan dawn. Two women. The older, stout one raised a fan to hide her face. It was the other who held Norwood spellbound. She was young. She was full of laughter. She had mocking, excita-ble, generous eyes that looked wild to lose their innocence and revel in what shouldn't be, but is, and is amusing. She saw no evil, only humor in being stared at by a man who shouldn't see her, and hadn't expected to. Indian zenana ladies are supposed to shrink from men's eyes. Hers met Norwood's full, and full of laughter. Norwood, of course, recovered He was in uniform, so he saluted. He was about to speak; he had thought of a properly gallant remark that would sound al-most from the "Ara-bian like a quotation Nights," when the palace serv-ants took the situation in hand. command of The driver recovered his horses. The carriage moved on The footmen jumped up be-hind Norwood was left wondering. He had never He had had a vision. scon such a beautiful girl. The older, stouter woman, who had used the fan to hide her face, of Kadur should be the Maharanee she as ch.l But Norwood knew Prince Rundhia the less; otherwise would not be Maharajah's nephew, The ladies of heir to the throne. Kadur have olack. not gulden hair, tar Bust "Ar.'l Picture Without Men --kRemembered for Another Right Up Raft's Alley I Ily Virginia Vale i IIE Women," the movie A version of the very suc-cessful play of the same name, is going to be some-thing to see. Norma Shearer, Rosalind Russell and Joan Crawford head the cast, which includes those excellent ac-tresses, Phyllis Povah and Florence Nash, and one hun-dred others, all girls. Women will want to see the pic-ture, if only to see the clothes-su- per special frocks have been whipped up for their benefit. One of Joan Crawford's Is black velvet, split to the waistline, and worn over very tight black knickers. And men will want to see It, both to see some of our best screen ac-tresses trying to outshine each other, and to see what cut-thro-i .i W NORMA SHEARER battles women can get Into over men. If there were any other cut-thro-battles while the picture was being made little things like arguments over billing, scene-stealin- and things like that the great public will never know. Roscoe Karns has played featured roles in more than 100 motion pic-tures, but is best remembered for one he didn't play, in a series of pictures in which he didn't appear. For years his friends and his fans have insisted on remembering him as the fight manager in the "Leath-er Pusher" series, In which Regi-nald Denny starred. But it was not Karns, but Haydcn Stevenson, who played the fight manager. The two men don't even faintly resemble each other. Karns is mystified, but at last is resigned. Just the other day, when he arrived at the studio to work in "Everything's on Ice," an assistant cameraman hailed him with, "It's been a long time, Roscoe, since we worked in the 'Leather Pushers' to-gether!" George Raft's performance in the new James Cagney picture, "Each Dawn I Die," won him a new con-tract and an assignment to do a re-make of "The Patent Leather Kid" (in which Richard Barthelmess once made a come-back,- ) as his first pic-ture. He is to make three a year. The hero of the picture is a prize-fighter, which Is right up the Raft alley in his days as a fighter he fought 22 professional bouts, and was knocked out seven times. Newsrjf radio programs that take the air in the fall is coming in regu-larly. Tommy Riggs will be back with "Quaker Party," Bob Becker will resume his dog talks, and the Screen Actors Guild show will have its old time on Sunday nights with $10,000 for each broadcast go-ing to the Motion Picture Relief fund. Paul Whiteman'g band is Alma Mater to nine men who are now leading their own orchestras, Tom-my and Jimmy Dorsey, Henry Bus-s- e and Ferde Grofe among them. They were with him 10 or 11 years ago. Another member of the band at that time was Bing Crosby, who sang with the band but couldn't play; just sat holding an instru-ment so that he'd look as if he be-longed there. Too bad they can't all be gathered together for one more performance, with the great White-ma-n holding the baton. ODDS AMD ENDS Robert Taylor and Barbara Stanwyck, preparing to take a vacation, were requested by their studio to spend it anywhere but in New York . . . The thing that people seem to remember about Alec Temple. Um, the blind pianist, is not his superb ability as pianist and composer, but the fact that until he teas nine years old he did not know that he was blind . . . Television's old enough so that two girls are arguing over which one has the right to call herself "The First Lady of Television" . . . With Iledy l.amarr's first film since "Algiers" put on the shelf and the next one having trouble, it's a question whether she's as good an investment as Hollywood thought when she made her film debut here . . . t'unnie Brice feels that "Rose of U ashington Square" has invaded her rights of privacy, defamed her charac-ter, and is an appropriation n- - life sltny, without permission. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) ( HOUSEHOLD I QUESTlONSJff Lemon Juice in Dressing. Use lemon juice instead of vinegar in dressing for lettuce, and so in-crease your vitamins. Lasting Paper Dolls. Children like to play with paper dolls. Try pasting them on coarse muslin and they will last much longer. Beaten Egg Whites. Never leave egg whites after they have been beaten still. If let stand they will flatten and will not beat up again. When Bureau Drawers Stick. If doors or bureau drawers stick in hot weather, a little wax rubbed on the surface where friction oc-curs will end the trouble. Old Fort Laramie Is Proclaimed National Monument Old Fort Laramie, in Wyoming, army general headquarters during the Indian wars on the plains and long-tim- e capital of the wilderness west of the Missouri river, has been proclaimed a national monument. The score of crumbling buildings that still mark its site at the junc-tion of the Laramie and North Platte rivers are to be preserved and restored as a memorial to the dauntless traders and soldiers who maintained this greatest of all ref-uses along the covered-wago- n trail by means of which the West was won. The first known white men to visit the site were members of the Stuart party of Astorians in the winter of 1812-1- Later it was a g post In 1849 the United States army purchased Fort Laramie in order to establish authority over the streams of emigrants who were passing through the fort en route to California. By 1863 the Indian situ-ation became so troublesome that Fort Laramie was made general headquarters of "the military dis-trict of the plains." When the arteries of transconti nental commerce shifted to the south and the Indians were subdued and either confined to reservations or transported to other parts of the country. Fort Laramie languished, and in 1886 its abandonment was recommended. The last troops marched out of the old fort in 1889 and the military reservation was restored to the public domain the following year. Although half a century has passed since the Starr and Stripes waved over the historic old fort, since which time the place has been in the hands of various private own-ers, many of the stout old buildings still stand, including a part of origi-nal Fort John and "Bedlam," the bachelor officers' quarters erected in 1852. Together with Scotts Bluff Nation-al monument, located 60 miles to the east. Fort Laramie, preserves two of the most famous landmarks on the Oregon trail, the Mormon trail, the Overland trail, the route of the Pony Express, the Ovt-rlan- d stage and the first transcontinental telegraph line. |