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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH : P"Bm ISABEL WAITT ' L FAB: Judy Jason, TfjS,blndonfd church sheT Albion PHiT, Hugh H ser, Bess. .d Vic. riter who hni Just ar-- r. church snd get. Identify "Roddy PK .beit l Ue r isement of M ; ' v,cto1; iuit M f.mnd irst. se the fiie, but remember f nughty dense and we project nearly five miles out to sea. Take it or a to honor the Fourth if they ch;,nc d to ee it." "So what?" Bessie interrupted. Tust this, my friends. Your Rod-a- y Lane did not leave the Head His is still i the garage. Saw it last night when we searched. I had the flashlight. Iff my belief Judy was right, but now it's daylight and I propose further search. "Mr. De Witt and Mr. Potter, you take another look in the garage. See if you can get into the Lane castle. Break a window if neces-sary. Here are the keys to my trailer. Scout around. But espe-cially scan the rocks." Bessie began to cry, and Hugh said resentfully: "I think you might consider the ladies. My sister- -" "Of course. You girls help Mrs. Gerry. Poor woman, she needs it." Bessie left the room, but Lily and I sat tight, while Victor continued his directions. Lily begged to be al-lowed to join the hunt. "All right, Miss Kendall, you and Mr. Hugh What's-your-nam- take the church end and the woods. Scour the shore. Yours is the quieter side toward the cove. You might find something. Anyway, if Brown or Lane is in those woods, come quietly back. The Head is so tiny you all ought to search it in no time. But don't touch anything you may find. I wouldn't go into the church base-ment again till the police come." Mr. Quincy folded his hands, his lips working pitifully. I could have squeezed Victor when he said, "Quincy and I will look at the fire ruins." And he seized the invalid's chair, while I ran to hold open the door. I didn't like to be left behind, but they'd virtually dismissed me. so I I felt all happy again. Nothing pleases a woman so much as to be told she's a help. I ran on ahead to help Aunt Nella She was the quickest thing you ever saw in her kitchen. Already coffee was percolating. Lily Kendall was turning toast. She'd poured too much cream into the cups. I halved it from cup to cup and set her to getting plates and spoons. Such a hubbub in that dining room! Auntie and I decided we might as well boil eggs, too, and let them fix their own oranges. If we didn't we'd just have to give them a regular breakfast in an hour. Mur-der and explosions and fires can work up awful appetites. The Rev. Mr. De Witt consumed five three-minut- e eggst "Give 'em all they want," Aunt Nella said. "They'll be leavin' soon." Auntie hadn't stopped to change her clothes. She looked like the Witch of Endor. I told her she'd better fly, because when the police came all our pictures might get into the Rockville Gazette. She just sat at the kitchen table, weeping into her coffee. If Wylie's pipe had set the fire she didn't care what happened, she said. It wasn't in his pocket when she undressed him. I hadn't mentioned the finding of that pipe. But it wasn't on the kitchen shelf where he always put it at night, just before going to bed. Though it made more work for me, I was glad our high schooler had gone home right after doing the dishes last night. At least she was out of this mess. I carried in Mr. Quincy's cereal, soaked with hot milk, as he liked it. " killed Roddy Lane, burned his house and jumped into the sea," Hugh Norcross was saying. "You've got it twisted, my boy," boomed the minister. "Roddy killed PTERVI U i the shed was Just a j of cinders. And what ) Jji what would they - Sj' running around try-'- d encountered, as I fterward. everybody A rylie, still sleeping it nf m, and, of course, 1 lCy, wrapped in a T, ng the fire from his - j managed to wheel D , de porch. But none of it trace of Old Man a iy foot slipped. i. feel it now like a t threw me off bal- - fbarged into the Rev-1- , $h, and he let out a Iy editor would most j X. I picked up the ' id 'r'PPcd me d's" 1 large, 1 kind you used to !. jj, in plays, when a f (Iculd hold one up to jshout "Hey?" Well, I Brown would never - sine. I took it at once n lived mystery: One ad by person who jimself. Threw it out I didn't he, maybe?" .'fi say this Brown was 'iy interesting. Very." ling's sure. It proves ierwise he'd be cling-- Iver talked in it my-- I husband has," said what time does your e? Any earlier holi- - i we've enough cream s kfast. Around noon, l last place he calls." "Hear that, folks? r beat the dickens? n explosion nobody ridge. Nobody from i nean. Another, fol-IB- e nobody saw. Now ' fait till 12 o'clock bel-l an can get here," ' i cet him," Potter sug- - PPCint a committee," Is certainly nothing 9e. The trees are safe. jv. Why don't we go 'tfessed and have some fie, if Mrs. Gerry can some of you Jernaps my aunt aicried. "ded Bessie Norcross. yHugh." 4 Victor, who told me ajthers. He'd be along Jie was leaning over 4, searching with the I liven him. 4e called me back, ealie was calling me by 3inoW, common danger 2 familiarity. I loved it--f Jcle Wylie smoke a i( fylie smoke a pipe I efr ta him without it 41ittle old briar that ueiven. r your hat. Take a min the faint morn-re- d Me my uncle's ftf. Mr. Quade, that r-- be dropped it." he didnt written in one of was , plant" your bocks? But I IJJMMt beginning to ' Judy. we might Mee. too." He smiled --I.rather grimly, I fMjive tne away, wiU J real name u I Pen name y0U'd see Pink teas and auto-- 4, ?,eed,,d 8 "st-- to Ytor Quade. I may fa myself. That QUin-fc- ts me." J3. One second I T'tobe in the confl-Jo- r famous enough I "ext. my 4 Me him. K thought anyway. As- - i? Kyself ,ay- - bring Mrs. fJJ never ride with ,l,a you mean- -? Why, .senv,l. Just ,ike (.nt yers wonder-- ! thing on . '"' Jason, you're te me." had no choice. Anyway, they'd soon be back. I fixed a tray for Uncle Wylie, which Aunt Nella took up. Bessie wiped and I washed the dishes. Every other minute one of us would race to the door, and as soon as we were through I ran down to where the other men were gradu-ally collecting around the ruins of the fish shed. Bessie Norcross stood clinging to the porch rail. She wouldn't budge till her brother came for her, she said. And of course my aunt and uncle were in their room at the time. "Don't come any closer," Victor cautioned. "Don't touch a thing." "Glory be they've found some-thing. Ain't It excitin'?" Lily burst her pearls down poor Mr. Q's neck as he leaned forward, pointing with his cane. "See it? That, girls and boys," ThaddeuS shouted, "is the corpus delicti, without which there can be no murder. Now all we need is to find out if it's Brown or Lane." "Or both of them," Potter said, shuddering. "You girls go back," Victor said, taking the shawl Mr. Q. handed him from his shoulders and covering the charred torso lying in the midst of ashes and debris. I won't describe it here; it's too horrible. I'd never before seen a body burned and blackened beyond recognition. What little there was left might have been anybody. Could experts tell wheth-er the remains were of an old man or a middle-aged- ? I wondered. "Of course it was Old Man Brown," Mr. Q. said, "or we'd have found Lane's diamond ring. Dia-monds will burn under pressure, be-ing allotropic forms of carbon, but not in a fire like this. Well, there wasn't any ring we could find, was there, Quade?" "No, only don't tell the police we poked." "That leaves us just where we were before," Lily Kendall said. "Mr. Norcross and I didn't see any-bod- y in the woods." Hugh agreed, "That's right Lane skipped, and this was an accident. How do you know Lane didn't walk to town?" "Bless you, I don't. He may have," Victor agreed. "But is it log-ical to suppose he did a man with a car?" "And the car's still over there," the minister thundered. "Strange. Passing strange." "There wasn't a thing wrong with the trailer," Albion Potter added. "Did you go into the castle?" "No. we didn't" De Witt said. "Breaking and entering I thought we'd better wait for the police. But Potter here shinnied up on to a bal-cony and saw that one room had been used all right Suitcase on the bed wasn't there. Potter, and clothes strewn about?" Albion nodded. "Couldn't see much, but tho bed didn't look as if it had been slept in." "A man's clothes? You you couldn't be sure they were Lane's?" "How could I? But a man's, all right Helter skelter, pajamas, shirts, tumbled out of an open suit- - case." "It's beginning to make sense. Victor Quade said. "How about it you people? We can do a lot to clear up this business for the police, and the more we find out the more we'll be saved afterward. What do vou say we take a good look at the bridge first, post sentry in case anybody should happen along the Neck bright and early, and then a general get-to-t?- and clear up what we can?" 8 (TO BE CnSTlXLED' Bessie Norcross stood clinging to the porch rail. Brown, more likely. The fire was his funeral pyre. Then Lane dis-appeared from the Head." Lily tittered, twiddling a string of pearls. "How, please? I didn't hear no airplane." Thaddeus Quincy thumped his cane. "Listen, folks. This is a lot of fun, I know, conjecturing about murders. But you're all wrong. The whole business is a series of odd coincidences. Very odd. First Judy has the jitters and imagines she sees something. Well, we proved there was nothing there, didn't we? Then the bridge broke down at the same time a car backfired, and we assumed it was blown up. I'll wager the police won't think so. Next that fish shed burns. Spontaneous com-bustion, probably. Place wasn't fit to live In anyway. Just a shack full of tar paper and oily ropes and old tarpaulin. A wonder anyone would ileep in the dump, but someone did. Judy and I saw the light through the one window. Couldn't see in. Too dirty and cobwebby. Had a paper curtain over it too, didn't it, Judy? I Just remember slits of light." I nodded and he con-tinued, "Old man may have been smoking. But it was an accident pure and simple. Lane didn't kill anybody. He's a mean skunk, but he's far away by now. As to how, Miss Kendall, be came in a car and left the same way." Victor Quade stood up and Mr. Quincy stopped abruptly. "You're wrong, too, unfortunately," Victor said quietly. "Lane's car is still in the castle garage. It's now." he glanced at his watch, "not quite 5. Mrs. Gerry says the Head is the last place on the trade people's route. Milk not until noon. Being a holi-day, thereHl be no maiL Market man tomorrow. You can see we have quite a little time before the first person along that empty stretch of road you call the Neck discov-ers the broken bridge and sum-mons aid. Funny Rockville didn 1 1 SEWIN6 OIRCLJp Pattern No. 8.1R3 Is tn slr.es 1. 2, S. 4 and 8 years). Size 2 dross takes 1 yards 35- - inch material, overall 3k yards, playsuit s,t ynrd; 8'i yards bincllnn. Send your order to: SEWING riRCIK PATTERN ttEI'T. 14a Nrw Montgomery Street San Kramisco Calif. Enclose 20 cents In coins for each pattern desired. Pattern No Size Name , Address From an old French word "mes" derived from the Latin word "missus" moaning a course at a meal, comes the Army's name "mess" for its breakfast, dinner, and supper. Favorite meal with the soldier is chicken dinner his favorite cigarette, Camel. (Based on actual sales records from Post Exchanges.) A carton of Camels, by the way, Is the gift , he prefers first of all from the folks back home. He's said so. Local tobacco dealers are featur-ing Camel cartons to send any-where to men in the armed forces. --Adv. sililE2WORlO I LARGEST SUUR AT 10 8363 - vn. Tot's Wardrobe XT' HAT the well-dresse- d young lady of 1 to 5 years will wear this spring is right here a gaily printed ensemble consisting of playsuit, overall and dress. Ev-eryone's going to be the happier for these clothes the youngster because they are so pretty and sensible and her mother because they are practically no bother at all. f I LICKED MY If ! CONSTIPATION j Of course, It wasnt due to anything organically wrong i with me. It wns Just ordi-- .. i nary constipation, due to ji luck of "bulk" in the diet A dose of some medicinal ' laxative gives only tempo- - i rary relief for such constl- -i patlon. You got to find ' something that gets at the cause and corrects lb. I i found Just thut--ln keixoqo's , all-bra- n is a wondcrful-tastln- ft breakfast cereal and a swell way to start the morning. 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Hero's an added guarantee of jfff$tf& Perfec,ion in war-tim- e baking Pbl trA fffj! ... Clabber Girl now comes to you V'1RvOV- 4 TCtisrasj tectea against moisture. Look A L&r UWSS) for the Mw 'mProveJ can V2jjSSS mi all sizes) at your grocer's. ...j, ".V-U- V 'J., H.T--rrit- - I --aaMl , in. ir r 1 T IS quite apparent, after taking a look at Bivins and Mauriello, that some part of the war services will have to provide a challenger for Louis and Conn, if these tw.) are still on top when the smoke clears away. Bivins, however, Is a good light heavyweight There is no reason why some of the various services shouldn't come through with a fine heavyweight parade. For there is no comparing the quality of instruction the army and navy is receiving for this war over the other big roundup. Army, navy, marines, air force and coast guard now have most of the outstanding talent around, teaching the uni-formed millions how to jab and hook, feint and block, use feet and hands, r ill TtfVi$ GENE TUNNEY handle a right cross and the various other details that make up a pro boxer's trade. They have been called In by the hundreds, and while they may not all be the best instructors of all-tim-e, they at least know the rudi-ments and most of the fundamentals. Not So Many Professional boxing is one of the hardest and most intricate of all sports all competitions. So there won't be many who will finish around the front rank. It Isn't often that nature produces a heavy-weight champion meaning one who has the size, the strength, the speed, the skill, the durability and the co-ordination required to top the list. You get a Dempsey and a Tunney together with no one else close. You get a Louis and a Conn, who stand alone where other games may carry a flock of stars well matched. It is man against man in the ring not team against team. No pals can help to carry you along in times of trouble and distress. There is no rougher road to the top. But from some 10,000,000 fighting men, well taught in the way of ring skill, the harvest should be un-usually large. The Other War Only two good heavyweights came out of the service side of the other war. These two were Bob Martin and Gene Tunney, although Gene at the time was a light heavyweight. Tunney's record is one of the ring classics. But I have always thought that Bob Martin might have gone a long way if he hadn't figured in a motorcycle accident that left him with a badly injured head. I have been told, by those who should know, that Martin suffered a blood clot that effectively wrecked any chance for Big Bob was a g prospect when he came back from France. In the meanwhile, it took Gene Tunney seven years before he was ready for Dempsey, then ranked as unbeatable. I doubt that any ring-ma- n ever worked as long, as hard and as smartly as Tunney worked to reach the top. He was certainly no flaming ball of fire when he faced Soldier Jones on the Dempsey-Carpenti- $1,600,-00- 0 card. Gene then was just another name on the program. He was never a natural athlete in the way of speed and power. But he more than made up for these defects by his deter-mination to learn and keep in con-dition. There was never any doubt about his smartness and his courage. A combination of head and heart Is always something to bank on, no matter what the game. Head, heart, speed, skill, power and durability are not so easy to locate in one lone human system. This present war, when it is over, may leave us a better answer than we have known before, with so many more having so much the better chance to move up. e e Crowds Will Be There Sports' winter campaigns, East and West have shown the crowds will be there. In boxing, basketball, hockey and indoor track the turnstile count has baffled even the leading optimists of the sports world. The vast fan crowd, whatever the sport, apparently no longer demands big names. They carry a yearning to see good competition to see almost any game that has action. rather rough on the roster. Former Phillies can be found in all sections of the league, especial-- , ,, 1., 'y pitchers. Gerry t seemed to have a If Jy.'-J-i weakness for bar-'JS- k tering Pitchers. JTl There's Bucky V Walters at Cincin- - , 1 nati, Claude Pas- - y seau with the Cubs, A Rube Melton, Kirby t Higbe and Curt Da- - wt&f . , vis witn the Dodg- - ers. Then, too, ' there's Dolph Ca- - Bucky Walters miIIi. Dick Bartell, Benny Warren and quite a few others scattered through-out the league. This isn't to intimate that Gerry was a chump for a deal. In fact, the Giants are reported to have paid $105,000 for Bartell. The Cubs anted np $85,000 for Chnck Klein and at least $100,000 more went for first baseman Don Hurst and Pitcher Passeau. Final Effect The Dodgers paid $50,000 for Ca-mil- li and $65,000 for Higbe. It was quite a while ago that Jimmy Wilson was sold by Nugent to the Cardi-nals. Whatever he cost the Red Birds it was money well spent. He was the man they needed to win four pennants. The effect of the Nugent manage-ment isn't hard to imagine. Fans couldn't stand the punishment. Civic pride can stand only so much. There were times when the Phils might well have closed up shop, selling an occasional player when grocery stores ran low. At least the players" wouldn't have been subjected to the nnkind remarks of a handful of cus-tomers who wandered into the stands In a fit of absentmindedness. Another unfortunate circumstance was the former scene of operations the old Baker Bowl. The right field fence was so close the larger lefthanded batters could reach out their bats and touch it The Phils moved to Shibe Park three years ago but by that time the fans' in-difference was miraculous. Cox isn't going to have an easy time getting players. And he can't hope to rebuild Philadelphia's inter-est in baseball by maintaining the status quo. He must give some other club a chance at that last-plac- e position. Ipbaking Released by Western Newspaper Union. 17HEN Bill Cox, head of a New ' syndicate, bought the Thils he took over a job that would make the most experi-enced of baseball men cringe with sheer terror. Cox, former NYU and Yale athlete, organized the syndi-cate that bought the I'hils after the National league had foreclosed on thent. It Is his announced intention to bring a new deal to Philadelphia. The tables have been turned. When Cox took over the team the Phils constituted the most impor-tant of the ivory markets. Under the old management, Philadelphia was the trading block of the circuit. When Gerry Nugent held the reins of the Phils, other ball clubs looked to him for building program re-inforcements, Nugent had few com-punctions about selling players. To him they were worth only the cash they would bring In the open mar-ket. The Cincinnati Reds, Dodgers, Giants and Cardinals all managed to win pennants with the help of play-ers bought from Nugent. The Bargain The syndicate was reported to have paid $325,000 for the franchise. Included was a lease on Shibe Park and very little else. At that time there were about 20 players on the roster mot of whom were not world-fame- d for their prowess. Before he stepped out Nugent sold the Phils' best pitcher, Rube Melton, to the Dodgers. Catcher Benny War-ren went to the Cubs. Nick Etten, the Phils' best hitter, went to the Yankees, and the one other good pitcher, Tom Hughes, is in the army. The history of baseball in Phila-delphia is not a gay, frolicsome tale. It is one of the game's oddest sto-ries. It will come as no startling surprise to point out that every base-ball league must have a tail-en- d club each year. But the Phils have taken advantage of the other seven clubs. Year after year they refuse to be budged from that particular, location. Other clubs may view with alarm, but the Phils Ignore them with an indifference verging on boredom. Pennant Winner Only once since 1900 did they win a pennant. Pat Moran led them to glory in 1915. Except for a few isolated and unavoidable seasons the Phils have remained triumphantly in the cellar since that time. There are many reasons. The Nu-gen- ts (Gerry and' Mrs. Nugent) in-herited their holdings from the late William J. Baker, one-tim- e police commissioner in New York city. Their operating methods followed no time-wor- n pattern. When the in-come failed to keep pace with ex-penses they sold a player or two. They managed to keep the books out of the red temporarily, but It was Mature Rubber Tree A rubber tree begins to yield seven years after planting. ayousEHOLo aniNTsa When serving grapefruit and or-anges in salads, use scissors and cut off all the white portion. Never empty the water in which spinach and other sandy vegeta-bles are washed into an enameled sink if you wish to keep it looking well. To soften shoe polish that has hardened pour a little turpentine over it. To remove whitewash from ceil-ing, dissolve one pound of alum in Dne gallon of strong vinegar. Ap-ply with a brush and let it soak in well. Then scrape and wash as usual. To prevent bacon curling notch the edges, before cooking, with a knife or scissors. Leaking faucets can waste gal-lons of hot or cold water in a few months. See that faucets are tight. Turn gas burners down when foods have begun to boil. Noth-ing is gained by too-rapi- d boiling. Do not sprinkle all your linen napkins when preparing for iron-ing. Dip every third napkin into' clear warm water, place one be-tween two dry napkins, fold and roll together. Napkins dampened in this way art ironed easily. Pigeons as Commandos Several hundred pigeons now being trained as carriers of mes-sages for the United States forces are undergoing a strenuous Com-mando course. To get them accustomed to the black-ou- t the birds, which nor-mally roost at night, are sent out in the darkness to make two-wa- y flights. They are also trained to return to roosts mounted on trail-ers which sometimes remain only a few days at one station. To get them ready for battle conditions aeroplanes are used to dive at them, and they fly amid exploding firecrackers. They are given medical attention, and, like the troops, they get leave. |