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Skirt and Jacket tpROM morn till night you'll look your best in this crisply tailored two-piece- r with its graceful skirt and smoothly fitting jacket. A style that's smart season after season. Pattern No. 8870 Is designed for sizes 12. 14. IS, 18. 20; 40 and 42. Size 14. skirt, requites 1b yards of 35 or ma-terial; Jacket, 2',' yards. if Kellogg's Rice Krispies equal the whole ripe fl f I grain in nearly all the protective food ele- - u' w L 7 I nients declared essential to human nutrition KffJplQ "We give this seal fo no one ffie product hos fo earn f,,i tay Good Housekeeping Magazine regarding this famous seal. Look for it on every Clabber Girl package. SMo CLARK THE MCMEEKIN W N mb , STORY THUS FAR: u.itK.vicl than a lad, a lad obviously of the English race, with skin as blond as Gait's. Matson smiled and his fingers on her pulse grew lighter. "I know that one," he said. '"He was stolen by an old gipsy beldame when he was a child on Exmoor heath. He's had chances enough to return to his own people, but this is the only life he knows or cares about. The pass-word quickly, Lark, and we will al-low him to move on." Lark gave it and glanced swiftly at the figure next in line. It was a man much like David's build, who wore the red raskall pulled down low over his head, as if to shield the lighted side of his face. Her heart missed a beat and she felt the skip In her pulse. The Spanish Cat's fingers tightened on her helpless wrist. The man's rolling walk was like David's, too. Lark's breath short-ened in her chest. She had not the strength of faith to pray. She be-gan to count to herself, her lips forming the syllables slowly and un-certainly. Oce . . . two . . three - four . . five . . . six . . . seven. By the seventh count she knew it was not David. Her throbbing eyes had tricked her into magnifying the resemblance. She released her tor-tured breath in a little choking gasp. Matson's tautened figure relaxed. "That gave you a turn, didn't it?" he asked pleasantly. "Now, at least, I have in mind the general outline of the traitor; broad-shouldere- well- - taf from England to America JUta Lark voyu. Shan-no-ship joes down. She I. cast upon an I"sl"an"d", and Gait Withe. . bound servant J""- - L"k ' made prisoner at Uie inn by Cony and Mae, who are hold-in- i her for ransom. Lark tries to run away, but Cony catches her and she Is ocked In an attic. She escapes aealn and l found by David North, her lover a. , gipsy. Oalt arrives on the scene and agrees to get Lark to Norfolk but when they enter the boat they end Cony concealed in it. The two men tight, while the boat drifts back to the Inn Lark pleads with Dr. Matson to spare Gait's life. Mafson, Call and Lark make a trip to Ghost Island. CHAPTER XIII In this case, that was a mere the-atrical gesture, for every eye was already following the slightest move-ment of his cat-lik- e body, every breath was clamped by the vise of tear and unknown ascending horror. With delicate quick precision he drew his rapier from its slim Castil-la- n sheath and stood on tiptoe, reach-ing up to the swinging figure. Lark couldn't have moved the tini-est muscle of her little finger if her very life had depended on it. The tip of the rapier caught the firelight and gleamed like a silver bead flung against the sun. It reached up through the dark, reached high till it found the hollow beneath the chin of that pitiful, swaying figure, and then slashed downward with the quick and deli-cate exactness of a tiger's claw. The jacket fell back in a wider V. Lark still did not understand. She could not grasp what the point was In this particular savagery and des-ecration. And then the body swung a little into profile, and she saw the swell of a woman's breast, its round-ed, defenseless curve. Her eyes studied the face once more, the high cheek bones, the rounded chin. Wildly she looked at Matson; took hold of his arm and shook it, without knowing what she was doing. "Why," Lark cried out, "it's Dos-ta- . Dosta!" "Do you wonder that I laughed at you, you little fool? It Is amusing, is it not?" When Lark didn't answer Matson continued unabashed. "That thief was David North, the man I loved!" he mimicked her words In a high falsetto voice. "That is a Joke!" He turned to the gipsies. "Laugh, you dogs, laugh!" Matson raised a slim white hand and hushed it with a sharp gesture of command. One woman could not stop. She swayed back and forth In a very ecstasy of abandon, beyond all hu-man control or dignity. Her white locks streamed to her shoulders and her head rolled from side to side in a spasmodic frenzy. "Dosta," she moaned, "Dosta, my dearie own." A man beside her slapped her open mouth hard with his big square hand, and she stopped suddenly in the midst of lanphter. hieh and shrill mote and passive, and yet there was in It such suffering as Lark had nev-er seen. Behind her stood Ginko and a tall slim figure, red trousered and blue Jacketed. Galtl Why it was Gait. Truly it was I "I was dreadfully frightened about you. Gait. What happened?" Lark's voice was a whisper. "Those two slaves grabbed me on the path and gagged me so I couldn't call out. They dragged me off to the dungeon but I managed my way out, Lark. The lock was old and rusty and the guard didn't cause me much trouble." He spoke with the pride of his new manhood. "I found Ginko, and he brought me here to you, in Mother Egypt's tent." "But what happened?" Lark asked. "Where is Matson? Did he find David? . . . Why, you are the man who betrayed him, Ginko!" She said with horror, drawing back from him as the full realization of her last memory came back to her. The tiddler laughed softly. "Little foolish one, that was a clever trick on my part. I am so wise a man that I desired for the Spanish Cat to be distracted that I might be able to get you away from him and plan for your escape. Your David has no more snake on his heel than I have." "David has not been found?" Lark repeated her question anxiously, her eyes going from Ginko's face to Gait's. She was still not altogether certain of Ginko, but knew that Gait's word could be trusted im-plicitly. "No," Gait said briefly. "They've been beating the bushes for the last half hour, but have come on no sign of him. The shout would have gone up, had they done so." "My daughter was a princess," the woman who watched her said in a proud and sorrowful tone. "Dosta is dead and God, Himself, can not bring her back to me. In her name I have befriended you. The horse It waiting. You must make haste." "The horse? Red Raskall?" Lark glanced at Gait. "It is arranged," Gait said, "I am to ride him. I know where he If stalled. There is only one guard on duty. The little black mare, Dos-ta'- s namesake, is to be yours, Lark." "Wait," the woman whispered, raising a detaining hand. "Here are Dosta's clothes. Let this girl put them on. If she is seen then, she will pass in the darkness for one of our band." Ginko said, "I will make sure there is no one about," and with quiet care slit the back of the tent. He and Gait slipped through the opening. Outside Gait was waiting with Ginko, who flashed his shaded lan-tern for a moment on her figure and nodded as if satisfied when he saw that Dosta's clothes fitted her well enough, and that she had twist-ed a red raskall completely over her golden curls. In the moonlight i . . .u ; t nnA 1.1.,.. mm as the neighing of the little wild island ponies. The silence was thick as fog, per-vasive as the stench near the moun-tainous heaps of oyster shells which dotted the lower beaches. Matson let the silence lie there like a heavy blanket, smothering them for a long moment; then he spoke aside to Lark, but loud enough for the others to hear. "Little liar," he said, sitting down on the ground beside her. "Pretty little liar, I have one further test for you. You failed me signally at first. Let us see what you will do now." He motioned to a gray-beard- . "Heme," he said, "come here!" and when the man bent down servile-ly, whispered a word in his ear. The gipsy nodded sulkily and. with obvious reluctance, went back to his group and began to weed the younger men out from the older ones, lining them up in a row. Per-haps half a hundred stood there, some cringing, some defiant. Matson turned to Lark and smiled In as friendly a fashion as if this were a parlor game that was to be played for her entertainment. "Give me your hand, my dear," he said, and, when she didn't com-ply reached over and took it, plac- - "The little fool walked right Into the trap." built. In the first strength of his manhood. . . . I'll let you rest for a moment, my dear, while I have a word with Ginko. Don't think you can escape. I have but to give the order. ..." The next man was Chal. His face was a mask of sullen and vindictive anger. Lark was sobbing now, her tears wetting her cheeks and falling unheeded in her lap. Matson laughed softly. "The likeness is remark-able, isn't it? Dosta pleasured me for a time on the Runny, but then she got to be a nuisance, an in-quisitive little pickpocket, rifling my portfolios and stealing the very jew-els out of my ears as I slept." His free hand sought the lobe of his car and fingered the golden loop which dangled from it. "Naturally," he continued, "when I found the lock on my brass-boun- d box had been tampered with, I set a watch, and the little fool walked right into the trap. It was an easy thing to have her dressed in her brother's clothes and string her up to give me a little sport with you." When Lark made no answer, he motioned for the line to proceed. The next eight or nine passed swiftly ..l. mrvonf frnm either of the UCI ftilllC OfwiJ anu LMIJC CJU WLIU acarcely noticeable. She might have passed, at a casual glance, for any of the gipsy girls. Gait smiled at Lark admiringly and whispered, "It will be safer if we separate. I'll go to the stables and get Red Raskall, while you and Ginko get the mare. I'll meet you beyond the corral." Ginko nodded and hurried Lark around the corner of the castle. No one was in sight now, though off to the left they could hear the men pursuing the search, calling back and forth to one another, as they came on broken branches or foot-prints in the undergrowth. After another careful hundred yards or so, they reached the corral where the gipsies' horses could be seen In the moonlight. Mostly they were sorry enough looking beasts, with hanging heads and uncurried manes but. even in the moonlight, the beauty of the one little black mare could be seen. She was lying asleep by herself in a far corner of the paddock and they unlatched the gate and went softly to her. In-stantly, at their approach, she was on her feet, with quivering nostrils and rolled-bac- startled eyes. Ginko gentled her with a soothing hand and a n word, as she tossed her head and flung back Ing it In his lap, letting his sum finger-tip- s rest delicately on the pulse in her wrist. "Now " he continued in the casual, jocular 'tone of a master of cere-monies, "all of our possible Davids will pass slowly in front of us. You will say, as each goes by. That is not David North,' and I will know by the throb of your pulse the one are lying to me. particular time you The first man in line paused in front of them. It was Ginko. the fiddler He showed his white teeth in a flashing smile. His eyes nar-rowed intimately, and there was a provocative swagger to the swmg he bowed low to of his red cape, as L"?ool," Matson said harshly, play-actin- g for a filly your lofPyoUr own bT J Us not Dad.' I demand password for this man. a. for that go by each of the other, That is not David. Lark saia ta a low voice, her eyes strauung darkness so that she might nto ee tie next in (Jn. mdM" discipiine her cktnf PJ Herds'1" ctme forward into the scarcely more gj circle, wa, Willi IIU tuwiwiv.... . watchers. Lark repeated the words, "That is not David" each time, and Matson's finger on her pulse was light, but steady. At last there was only one more man standing back there in the semi-darknes- That would be David; was bound to be him. The man drew nearer. It was not David. The bulk of this man's out-line loomed huge and rotund against background of the fire-light. the golden The Spanish Cat drew nearer to Lark. She wrapped her cape tight about her arms and breast and drew back standing a little distance from him under the drooping branches of the great oak tree. Lark felt the world falling away from her. A blessed blackness rose to meet her mind and engulfed her. Matson's voice was the last thing she heard, Matson's silky voice, say-ing pleasantly, "Ginko. the pretty little bird has fainted. Take care of her." When Lark opened her eyes she tent and the white-haire- d was in a eipsy woman was bending over her The hanging light was dim and cast grotesque shadows on the crimson walls The woman's face was re- - her mane. She was small-bone- d and daintily made. Her coat had the fineness of shining satin. Lark's hand stroked the arching neck. She whispered, "Dosta," In the pricked ear as the lovely creature, feeling a strange hand on her, shied and danced. Her bridle and fine embroidered blanket and saddle hung near her on the limb of a tree. Ginko reached for them and, with tender, caress-ing words, had her ready in a mo-ment, cupping Lark's foot in bis hand as she mounted. He slapped the mare softly on the flank as he led her through the gate toward Gait, who was waiting there on Red Raskall Gait was smiling. "Good news for you. Lark," he said gently. "I found an empty stall and the groorr lying there unconscious. Davld'a got away." "Oh, Gait, are you sure?" "Nobody else would have taken a horse tonight. He's had the start of an hour on us, perhaps." "Can we catch up with himT Oh, Gait, do you think we could? I'd feel so much better to know for sure." (TO BE CONTINUED) IfHEN Tommy Holme of th Boston Braves passed Rogers Hornsby'i consecutive hitting record of 33 games, the time seemed to be about right for your correspond-ent to look up a few notabla records that might last for genera- - tions. One of these is Joe DiMaggio'i consecutive hitting record for both leagues that totaled 58 contests. This took place in 1941. DiMaggio began col-lecting base hits on May 15 and Anally ceased firing on the 16th of July. Any record can be beaten, but this will be a tough one to crack. There are two other almost GrantlandRlce target! that may never be surpassed One is Lou Gehrig's con-- I secutive game record that carried on for a matter of 14 years and mora than 2.0H) contests. It will take a stronger combination of steel and concrete than we have ever seen so far In one human system to pass Lou Gehrig's mark. This must stand among the incredible features of sport. Lou began his long march in 1923 and finally came to the end of his career in 1939. The second untouch-able mark belongs to Babe Ruth and his count of 60 home runs, piled up in 1927 There is another pretty fair hall player by the name of Tyrus Ray-mond Cohb who has to his credit a different set of figures that no one now living will ever see equaled. This record includes a lifetime total of 2,244 runs and 4,191 hits. Jimmy Foxx and Hank Greenberg almost caught up with Ruth's home run accumulation of 60 in a season, but no other ball player has even come close to Cobb's double mark. This same record also includes 892 stolen bases, well beyond Eddie Col-lins" turn of 744. Cobb, Ruth and Gehrig, all Ameri-can Leaguers, complete the trio that offers the toughest targets on the batting side of the game. And when you mention the two greatest ball players of all time, Cobb and Ruth draw most of the votes although Hans Wagner still has a stout follow-ing that refuses to be shaken loose. Mel Ott is the most redoubtable of the National League record holders at bat and Mel is still under-way and Increasing his lead. Mel sets a record of some sort every time he gets another hit or steps into another home run insofar as the National League is concerned. Stand-Ou- t Pitchers Walter Johnson, another American Leaguer, is the pitcher that stands out as the main all-tim- e target to knock over. But for all that even Old Barney Isn't so far in front of Cy Young. In fact, looking a trifle deeper into the matter, Young's mark may outlive all others. It con-sists largely of these figures games pitched 906, games won 510. When you figure that Walter Johnson is in second place, 97 winning games away at 413, you get a better idea of Cy's miraculous contribution to the art of piling up victories. One of Johnson's top marks Is the count of 56 consecutive scoreless Innings, compiled in 1913. That means something better than six straight shutouts. For a career run Johnson also sets up two other tar-gets with 3,497 strikeouts and 113 shutouts, 23 beyond Grovcr Alexand-er's total. But Old Pete must be drawn Into this select society with the pitching he offered in 1916. That season, working in Philadelphia's bandbox ball park, where a looping fly was usually a homer, Alexander turned in 16 shutouts more shutouts in one season than most pitchers can call winning games. The two marks of 19 consecutive victories established by Tim Keefe and Rube Marquard of the Giants, form another elusive target that many have fired at through the years in vain. There was no record ever set that can't be broken. But those referred to in these brief dispatches are something more than records. They are landmarks. Even peering into the future, what batter is there to pile up 4,191 base hits? Or what pitcher can ever hope to win 510 games? Or what Iron man can out-last Gehrig's 14 seasons of consecu-tive play? These are the three toughest of them all to shatter or drive away from the record pages. For all three call not only for ex-treme skill but also for tha amaz-ing stamina that few ever possess. Eisenhower, Ball Player Dear Grant I just checked over an old Reach Guide, 1910, and found this concerning a player by the name of Wilson, General Elsenhow-er's alias while playing with Abilene In the Central Kansas League, sea-son of 1909. A. SB. Errors FA. 29 20 31 .941 A.B. Runs Hits B.A. P.O. 219 43 63 .288 461 Michael E. Bash, Flushing, N. Y. oHscreen radio jjBffejtfn Newspaper Union. HKGINM VALE oUNT'S studio pres: reported an unusu rTXr of requests fron n to vi: it the Bettj Mnny Tufts sets for fmv He.irt." Thej SS'gure out the rea "J that avalanche o. M some bi ight boy cam. K answer. Seema tha "lKad ' eed in pnn rgYbad posed for photo B,e et with two air corpi Rbert Drew and Bruci ,lB 'A "t near Hs-a- nd Betty had sat or PH iap while the camerai Bed out perfectly. A pub introduced Nancy Nor iiBy singer with Sammj Kestra, and Dick Brown on his own Sundaj Iiiti; the press agent's ob Knanet item" that h llto radio editors (who ge 'nL of those same phonej a,W-1- But - this time t .jjMwV NORMAN lerently; Nancy and Dick tried in September, wher comes home from th I- Ic. The same thing hap-tha- t same publicity man Patti Pickens of the ers and tenor Robert Iso for publicity pur- - ve been married four columnists get lots of " items. The latest con-t- h Scott, making her in Hal Wallis" "You ' There'll be no roman-o- r her, we're told, till Hi is definitely s like this Ire just let a gal say ill in love, and next ow, she's eloping with who's producer of with Judy" and the Show," gets no In addition to direction of the two Helen has been movie roles enough I wants busy. you to help a promise made overseas by series, heard the American America. He "What War Has Done I, who recently and is now for David O. to send some of yarns over the many mystery the air asking the lights, lock the to be frightened he, "when actually that would scare my program comes be a failure. the audience will they likely will !"lck, who developed WW into a star, again 'Stockholm for his latest "ank sundstrom, star "e Royal Dramatic the-7- " Mis Hergman appeared in eight Euro-- 'ol the "Duel in the Sun" no have been on the first Cactus Cub. All members who by Arizona's Cholla yblt; Jennifer Jones' Clare Kaufman, is memberhe sat on one! JOJNDS -- Ginny Simm, a bright she ujearj when Fgbd tidier,; the boy, f Working 16 L fT 0 Conrad ttfJr "ir'' "Silver The- - per week when he thM nrtor- - Bonita Z "?.r,'ray a ""art law-Zr- . "" Ue Detector," to., "n actress since ZL k' may he T wat, HHnl If 0lWHd." i himl Sub Rosa The term "under the rose" Im-plies secrecy. It had Its origin B. C. 477, when Pausanias, commander of the fleet of Spartans and Athenians, was intriguing with Xerxes for the subjugation of Greece to Persia and for the hand of the king's daughter in marriage. The business was transacted in the "Brazen House," the roof of which was a garden making a bower of roses. Hence the term Sub Rosa, Handle Carefully Don't yank or kick on your rub-bersput them on and remove them carefully. If the ones you have now are a little small, be sure to buy your next ones large enough to (It easily. The chances of your over-shoes breaking are greater if they fit too tightly. After using, wipe rubbers off with a damp cloth to re-move the dirt, then wipe them dry. Holiday Revel Some early American authority traveling through the South before i the Civil war found that Christmas was celebrated with revelry not un-like the Halloween rowdyism. In Missouri, Dean Carl Wittke of Ober-li- n tells us, it was very much, like the Fourth of July, consisting in an excessive amount of noise caused by shooting of guns. 3HOUSEHOLD It's very restful to your feet if, when ironing, you will stand on a large piece of corrugated paper or a heavy rug. Successful cleaning depends chiefly on taking a little extra care on using clean cloths and plenty of clean water. i For the best possible fit in mak-ing slipcovers, cut each section of the cover on the grain of the ma-teria!. To lengthen the life of baby's rubber panties wash them in .hick, mild suds, rinse well and dust them with talcum powder. This should be done each time they are taken off. Early Corsets The corset, or something similar to what is now worn, appeared in France and Germany in the 13th century, and 100 years later was introduced into England. 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