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Show =, THE TIMES-INDEPENDENT, a ly -‘Onis: 4pron Dress for «, The Large Woman MOAB, UTAH -_-- HRISH EYES ig wraparound style, eat hy SIMPLE with belt fastened in the back, -§ apron dress is the practical, © KATHLEEN NORRIS- WNU Xisy-to-get-into kind that you need > Ig* by the and, diagram, as it you see consists THE SERVICK Sheila -~th long, straight seams, so that tml can finish it in a few hours, d to make matters even easier, hex? Pattern includes a step-by-step - chart. ithe braid edging, which brightn lis it up and accents the length of Mae by running down the THUS that was not healthy, there was menace in their very presence, and Peter knew, as Sheila had known for some time, that the night's perils were not over. His voice died away into silence and his face took on a strange pallor. FAR of iNest a few pieces to sew together, w STORY front | | Carscadden, S , blue ~eyed, reddish- and 21, loses her job in New York by offering useful but coauibonend! yo ggestions to her boss. Typically feminine, she chooses that time to show her new"' purse-which she bought at a second-hand store, to her cousin, Cecilia Moore. The purse revives memories of a boy she had met oe hee summer-a boy whose first name, all she remembered, was Peter. air ome that evening, waiting for her, are her mother; Joe, her brother, n ngela, her crippled sister. Joe, too, has lost his job. During the not-so-h appy evening Angela finds fifty dollars in a secret pocket in Sheila's purse. . are both h i only to be disheartened when Mrs. ; CarThey appy at th the discovery scadden tells ; e returned to the person whose initials and street ompee th arei én on tee the pon purse. Sheila is going to return the mon outfit. Then, she feels, the owner : will reward her liberally. 5 She 1 ook feels different when she enters the ingniiodit tain e, for the occupants prove eh to be the Me Cann family, 0 Id friends » how wealthy, of Sheil : ere she sees Peter, her acquaintance of the aceetne Sern "This ain't your wife, then?" asked. "No, Vi-Continued ah Sheila rushed screamed into to the window the blackness, and the whiteness, outside. Nothing could be Seen. Talking to herself, muttering frantically, Sheila turned back into the room and extinguished the light. This done, looking down, she could see the dim, white expanse of the girl. roof below and see, against the grayish-white, something black prostrate. "Oh, my God, he's killed ‘himself!'? Sheila whispered. ‘‘Oh, God, help him!'? And leaning out, she shouted, ‘‘Peter!'' Her voice was muffied in the snow, but the wind was not so high now, although the flakes were falling thicker and faster. "Peter!"® she cried again, in agony. Oh, he would die there, with no one to help him. And she couldn't get down! She dow again. bly. *‘Oh, God, was back at the win- am, Mges seiMozen comfortable, good-looking mdiesses like this, in gingham, ULiambray or percale, will see you - tough the spring and summer, SHiesend for your pattern right now Th get them speedily made. ieyll be much prettier, and fit ‘Slach better, than any routine rning dresses you buy. _ Pattern No. 8673 is designed for names 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50 Ona 52. Size 38 requires 45s yards gy 4, 39-inch material without nap; mia yards braid. Send order to: aed - SEWING a an CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Ave. Francisco . Calif. Enclose Pemmmttern , Mame Mit a 15 cents in coins for NO... .cccccces eeeeeees nn a oy, Lhere's a Good Reason \ i! You're Constipated! t, . When there's something wrong with you, the first rule is: get at the cause. If you are constipated, don't endure it first and "cure" it afterward. Find out what's giving BE ects al you the trouble. Chances are it's simple if you eat the super-refined foods most people do: meat, white bread, _ potatoes. It's likely you don't get 2 enough "bulk." And "bulk" doesn't lot ®@ mean a lot of food. It's a kind of sim! food that isn't consumed in the body, but leaves a soft "bulky" mass in the intestines and helps ps come & bowel movement. jue ing ‘dit corner drug gun to say, studio door a get us out she was window, gripped best deep sill as she sins!" rushed by her; she landed on something soft, sprawled helpless on the snow. "Get off me!"" shouted Peter. ‘"My God, you've killed me!" Sheila, snowy, breathless, panting, gathered herself together, rolled over, scrambled to her knees, to her feet. She bent over him. "Oh, I've hurt you! And I'm not hurt at all! You broke my fall!" "T'll tell the world I broke your fall!" Peter agreed, groaning and twisting. ‘"You knocked the wind out of me! Oh, my leg-" "Ts it broken?'' She was pulling, lifting, trying to make him sit up. "T think it is. But what got me," he said, feebly struggling to his knees in the darkness and the raw, soft coldness of the snow, ‘what got me-ouch! was that I thought I had a couple of ribs in my lungs. I thought I was bleeding to death, and began I certainly thought I myself!'' Peter shouted, standing, then limping along beside Sheila supported him with both her. arms; they were making their way toward the two hooks of the fire esThe cape, just visible in the gloom. snow whirled softly about them, wet their faces. It would be ‘""Peter, go carefully. awful to walk right off the edge of the roof!"' "T can't hear you." "Take care!" "T didn't think I could walk as well as this, even." "Oh, you'll be "Be awfully right." all down going careful If this is your trouble, you should eat a natural "bulk" producing food-such a one as the crunchy, toasted, ready-to-eat cereal, Kellogg's All-Bran. Eat it We're up on the the fire escape. third floor." in They fingered its wet iron rails, the gloom. "Take it easy now, Sheila!" "I'm going awfully slow." made by Kellogg's in Battle Creek. She lowered over the edge, i" often, drink plenty of water, and ' Ul "Join the Regulars." All-Bran is If your condition is chronic, it is to consult a p Backing, she put down the tightly. carefulother foot, and so descended snow ly; Zeal First Rather have zeal without knowlge than knowledge without zeal. IV oody je KILL ALL FLIES Placed anywhere. Daisy Fly powdering DAISY Se eS gals ave D'hiyn,N.Y. FLY KILLER falling head her and shoulders, and all about and the already piled snow dislodged and and falling away below her fingers : feet. surprised Following her, Peter was to discover, as she had discovered, only that the fire escape went down one short flight and ended on anothchimamong er dark, snowy roof, neys ee one foot cautiously gripping the railing and skylights. Sheila "We're all right now!" called joyfully, as he joined her. or here, door a be to "There's sure can yell and e up." "et Speed door we stamp rose they'll and from the roof Peter fumbled with her at ‘level. It the latch, and it opened at once. to the admitted them to gloom and heavy -that will save you many 2 i dollar will escape you if you fail to read carefully and _ regularly the advertising o ( local merchants » » » "IN THIS PAPER| smell of a badly house, kept snow They but they were in out of the and the bitter cold, at least. cautiously took hands narrow stairs. "Js it a hall down suppose?" oe "Tt mightn't be. She called: ‘‘Halloo! to there, Down descend do you there! Halloo!" They deThere was no response. solid ievel scenaed farther. struck remarked, no call to but it was you!" she give me exman- said. your name," Ken taking a fountain pen from his pocket, "and I'll let your folks know. But you'll be home pretty he added comfortably. "Come soon," on, let's get going,"" Ken said. He glanced at Peter and Sheila, standing bewildered and fearful together. ‘‘Nothing'll happen to chair. both young. somewhat you," he told them scornfully, carelessly. ‘‘But you busted in here, heard a quick | CHAPTER chair creak, a murmur of talk. Then a voice that was not the Irish voice And if I do said, ‘I do not know. know I not tell on my friend, Mr. Garrity." ""You've got some queer friends!"' There was more conGarrity said. more tones, lower in versation Then the caller scraping of chairs. door the departed; evidently slammed. After that another flerce warning held Peter and Sheila, and the man who was huddled close into their shelter with them, more silent than every muscle Ages passed; ever. She, in Sheila's body was lame. pistol, and the of holder and the Peter, continued to rest against one another's bodies, to breathe one an- other's breaths. They could hear the man in the studio whistling, smell After a while his second cigarette. he apparently crossed the floor. "Come on out, Ken,'' he said carelessly. Ken, stretching himself, but cauof tious and noiseless still, was out the closet like a cat. "Gone?" he asked. He walk down "Yep. Who-" I see him go. man Inky, called eyeing Sheila, as they came their from panting friends?" see them "who your "I never the street. asked the Peter and blinking and hiding-place, Ken before," ‘‘How did you and the lady said. get mixed into this, young feller?" he asked, scowling at Peter. pointing at Peter explained, roof stairway, jerking his head the to- even enough, glibly started He laughing at their predicament and chilled But something adventures. blood his was that as in he the proceeded; ~~ vet there eyes ee They had left the city and were on one of the long lonely roads that skirt the eastern bank of the Hudson. Sheila, looking ahead, saw a police-box in the pink flutter of snow against lights, and two caped men standing there. of the car picked them up; they waited for it to reach them. Ken leaned out. "White Plains?" he shouted. The car stopped. Ken shouted "White Plains?' again. The policemen looked at him, looked at Sheila. got a swell night for a arm; straight with great able to he was | pleased she was safe. Peter was still your friends?" d'you see? We never asked you folks in here." "Well-"' Sheila began briskly, her eyes wide, ‘‘we hadn't any intention-"' "Oh, that's all right, that's all right!'' Ken interrupted her as he buttoned on a heavy coat and drew on gloves. "But it may delay you home, see?"' "But you'll let my mother know?" the girl asked anxiously. He looked at her oddly, as if he were curious about her. "Sure, I'll let your mother know." "Oh, all right then!" she said, relieved. "Just a minute-"' Peter said boldly. But Ken, after favoring him with a bored sort of stare, took Sheila's arm and led her downstairs with no further words. Sheila heard the door behind her slam upon Peter's protest, ‘Say, what-the-say, what are you trying to do-" The words were cut off there. She looked inquiry at her companion. "He'll be down with Inky," Ken told her. They went through a back pas- sage, Ken gripping her arm tightly. A side door opened into a narrow alley: they were out in the night. "Don't make any noise now, Sister!'' "I won't!" she answered, fright- ened. An open car, a large touring car with the rain curtains securely buttoned down, was standing at the curb. Snow was falling softly, steadily; all the noises of the city were softened and dull. Ken, still holding tight to Sheila's arm, fell into a low-toned conversa- tion with from the of them men two shadows; at looked who emerged afterward Sheila one sharply. This man was an American, elderly, She saw Ken give lean, nervous. telephone and the addresses him numbers he had taken from Peter old man The upstairs. herself and listened, nodded, muttered a word or two. "Now, get you in front here, Sis- ter," Ken said then, opening the right-hand front door, "and we'll be out of this in no time at all!" told Ken coming," _"He's "Get in!" her. When Sheila, secretly praying, had he walked around the car with one to the driver's seat, the elderly man standing close to Sheila, veiny hand gripping her wrist. "Don't make no noise,'' the man said. LINE CRATE WITH OIL CLOTH - TACK CHECKED SKIRT TO SIDES:WHITE FRILL EDGES COVER FOR TOP [N THIS column we have shown how to make useful, attractive things out of everything most from spools to tin cans, but several readers have reminded me lately that I have neglected orange crates. Here is a pair of tables to match a smart new bedspread. The spread is made of green and white checked gingham The two policemen came out in the fluttering snow, and the lights | satisfaction, and Sheila was | breathe again. As long as obeyed, ward the Law Library. don't know anything. You're going up to see your sick mother . = 'Ken presently remarked a little bit getting VII There was a long pause, during which they all clung close together, motionless. Then Sheila heard voices in the studio. There was talk of greeting and of the weather, and mention of cigarettes. ‘"What's that yure paintin' now?" She a big warm Irish voice said. a she heard the answer; missed *"‘Work! It's gotta work," the other man said. ‘‘Pipe the bulls there!'' he added. ‘Now listen,'' Ken said sharply to Sheila, in a quickened voice. "‘You ahead. Ken started the car, they were moving again. ‘Well, we got away with that!" "Who Ruth Wyeth Spears «38 "‘Now you and me have got to be talking,'' Ken said. ‘"‘Because if anyone stops us, I'm taking you up to your mother in White Plains." *‘In the Bronx,'' she corrected. "Oh, you ain't going home yet," he said. ‘"‘But don't you worry- you'll get there. Nothing's going to happen to you." "Only not to pull nothing,"' Inky said persuasively, at her ear. "I wouldn't know how to pull anything!"' Sheila said simply. *‘No, you just do like I ask you to,"' Ken observed encouragingly, ‘‘and you'll be all right." "That was an awful smart thing you did, Ken, about that Boston stuff,'' Inky presently observed. "It may work," he said briefly. pointed with a caped Then the four were facing one another, Sheila and Peter aghast and 6 W. HO SEW ja She knew it was Peter snoring, because Inky was perched upon one of the small seats, his breath, heavy with garlic and wine, at her ear. trip,'"' one of the men said. Ken ex"‘Wife's mother sick," plained. That was all. One of the officers whispered terrified, and the two others hardly less taken aback. "Shut up!'"' the smaller man whispered fiercely. "Listen!" Peter persisted, in a voice that was not loud, but that was not afraid. He fell silent, staring with fascinated eyes in a whitening face. The shorter man had shown a shining, sleek revolver. Sheila caught at her breath childishly; there was no other sound. "Come here!" the tall man breathed, inaudibly. They sensed rather than heard his words; they followed him across the studio; and he opened a door that gave upon a small storeroom or closet. "‘Give me the rod, Inky," he said, taking the pistol. Instantly he closed himself into the closet with Sheila and Peter. ‘Don't either of you speak," he said. "They'll get me if you do, but I'll get you first." They started. Sheila heard Peter snoring in the back seat. Snow fluttered down, down, down upon the black city streets and the shining wet tracks under the elevated road and the garbage cans aligned before the humble tenement doorways. "You've As timidiy: "We had to come in through your place-" they both sprang about, and she oath. he got guiltily to face who- a small man, Sheila much store,"" Sheila had bewhen the lock of the clicked and they both about "Gosh, wrecked eosA sorta L G§ over inside."' ered nal; 6 itself so telephone." thought of that not much, "You "T'll be home before I could telephone Mama; we have to call the help us both, sobbed Sheila, and dropped. A shocking instant of descent is repeated on the sleeve and around the pocket. Half coat be directed, drawing a piece of paper toward him across the table and gloves into a coat pocket, and flingthe I'd let me the sudden "‘Thank "Look for a telephone, quick!'' Peter directed, stuffing his cap and his ing And It was to be ever was about to enter. Two men backed in, crouching, watching the hallways rather than looking into the room; a tall man dangling out in the snow. "Oh, God, forgive me my \ appeared tell- quisite balm to Sheila. She aged a rather white smile. They were in a studio; Sheila had room why if you'd "Listen, Sister," carelessly, ‘"tyou've look so scared!" never seen one before, except in movies, but she knew it at once- recognized the easel and the unfinished canvases as well as the more familiar tables and couches and chairs. The quite empty. Ken I was comforting and protecting mother, her love and tenderness, brought tears to the girl's eyes. Ken shifted a cigar on his rather full underlip. broke whirled could, climbed over it with almost the swiftness of a leap, and was | room Peter was groaning fee- of this!'"' Not conscious of what doing, she ran to the its ly. Sheila's groping wet gloves found the what The men glanced at each other. "‘No rush," Ken observed mildly. "I'm afraid my mother will be worried, it's getting on to eight o'clock!'' Sheila exclaimed anxious- "Shella *"‘There must be-don't bump yourself there, Peter!-there, Peter!- there must be lamps-" as she spoke; dim light. That's That's obliged flooring and could see the sign lights flaming and fading still through a high skylight. one into sir. ing you," Peter said. "I'm to be married on Tuesday to-to another dnds that Peter is Judge Mc Ca - to be married. Frank hoe to take her home, and Peter, secretly, Places a slip of paper in her h and. The paper isa message asking her to meet Peter at the library the n OTe nae wee Sheila goes to the library where she meets Peter. » and she finds th does not care for Peter. Preparing to leave, they find the waa "ane a The building is closed, and no one can hear their shouts. Escape seems impossible, but Peter jumps from a window CHAPTER o Kathleen Norris morning every day of your 3, No. 8673 has a comfortable, sy waistline 2 Her frightened eyes moved behind him, as the door through which she and Ken had emerged opened again, and Inky and an unknown man came out, with Peter between. Peter appeared to.be stumbling, heavy--perhaps his hurt leg was bothering him again. | snoring, snoring-what nerves he must have to go to sleep under these circumstances! They had come to a roadside restaurant, or inn; Sheila could not make out quite what the big square building was, for it showed no lights. What light there was came from an enormous truck, at the door. The snow was still falling, but less densely; the truck had stood there some time, for there were no tracks ahead of it or behind it. Men sprang down from it, or appeared suddenly from the house, and there was hurried, undertoned colloquy. Sheila, shaking with cold, wrapping her coat tightly about her and beating her hands against her sides, heard Ken say, ‘‘She oughter have something to eat, anyway." But there was objection to this. Her heart failed her. She was exhausted to the point of tears. And all the time that she sat on the front seat, awaiting their verdict, trembling with fatigue, she could hear Peter snore. "All right, all right!" Ken exclaimed suddenly. And coming about to Sheila, he said, opening the door of the car, ‘‘Get out, and hold onto me. You may be stiff. Keep that rug." Broken, cramped, weak with hunger and cold and weariness, Sheila tottered out; Ken steadied her or she would have fallen. Everything seemed to be circling about her in the sharp black contrasts of the snow and the night, and the faces of the huddled men, shrewdly watching her, looked ominous. "Get in the back of the truck here," Ken said. She clutched his arm. He was no friend of hers, but at least he was closer to her than these murderouslooking strangers. ‘Tisten-I'm so tired-" ‘"‘You haven't got far, now. They ain't going to hurt you," he mut‘Get in there and tered gruffly. wrap that other thing round you, Sit with your back against that too. box, you'll be all right." Immediately Peter was half-lifted her. against in half-shoved and Hands reached for a jumble of foulsmelling old comforters and quilts, and instinctively she eased Peter's snoring head against her shoulder and gathered about them both what coverings she could. Drafts, coming in at the bottom of the truck, were so piercing that it was a matter of Gems ‘TO of Wisdom WATCH the corn grow and the blossoms set; to draw hard breath over plowshare or spade; to read; to think; to love; to pray; these are the things that make men happy.-Ruskin. It is a barren kind of criticism which tells you what a thing is not.-R. W. Griswold. You can't scold people into agreeing with you, or exhort them into liking you.-John Erskine. I pray Thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within.-Socrates. There are sadder hearts than yours; go and comfort them, and that will comfort you. trimmed in bands, monogram and frills of white muslin. The bed is an old iron one that has been cut down and then padded and covered with the gingham (detailed directions are in Book 3). The orange crates for the tables are lined with green oil cloth and each wears a green and white checked skirt; and a top cover frilled in white. The lamps are white and the shades are old ones covered with a plain ruffle of white held in around the top with a band and a bow of green. cut from the check material. NOTE: Directions for making lamp shades and bedspread are in Book No. 1; complete alphabet for monograms in Book 2; streamlining old style bed in Book 3; and Book 4 contains 32 pages of original homemaking ideas. Books are 10 cents each. With each order for four books will be sent FREE a set of three Early American Quilt Block patterns. MRS. Bedford RUTH WYETH Hills Drawer 10 SPEARS New York Enclose 10 cents for one book, or 40 cents for books 1, 2, 3 and 4 and set of quilt block patterns. Name eee eee eee eee eee eee eee ee eee Address Ai{e HEALTH! Tame Nation needs more vitamins and minerals - says U.S. Oy velo laiul ulm lar te ala hee See how you're helped by delicious oranges! Hardly one family in two now gets enough vitamins and minerals to permit radiant good health. So enjoy oranges liberally-daily/ Just peel and eat them for healthful refreshment. Or keep ready a big pitcher of fresh orangeade. An 8-ounce glass of fresh orange juice gives you 4f the vitamin C you normally need each day-and one-third of the vitemin B;. It also supplies vitamins A and G, and the minerals calcium, phosphorus and iron. Sunkist brings you the pick of California's finest-ever crop of summer Copyright, 1940, California Fruit Growers Exchange oranges. Buy some today. course to do what she could against them. Someone slammed a hinged flap up, at the back of the truck; there was And had a clanking of chains and hooks. with a terrific jolt, for the truck evidently been partially frozen to the road, they were moving again. She pulled at the covers, trying to protect her arms and chest with- her feet, twisting out uncovering with sore, tired limbs in the shaking, rougn. drafty place (TO BE CONTINUED; CALIFORNIA Best , " ORANGES for Juice -and Every "W5e. Ps 4 cere |