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Show BEAVER PRESS "ST The FLUTE . . By . . Lida Larrimore T i & Company Macrae-Smit- h WND Barrlc. SYNOPSIS On her eighteenth birthday, Barbara, motherlesa daughter of Christopher Thorne, artist, awakes with anticipation of the Joys of the day. She receives a birthday ring from Bruce MacLaln, young artist friend of the family, but more than friend to Barbara. Barbara and Bruce go plcknick-ln- g on the sands at Provincetown. He tells her a story of a gypsy boy, a little gypsy girl whom he loves, and the song of a silver flute. She knows It Is her own love tale. Her happiness turns to sorrow when she returns home to learn her father has been drowned. Barbara fears she and her brothers Relaand sister will be separated. tives arrive and take charge of things. Having been almost a mother to the others, Barbara cannot think of Kit's sensitive nature bruised in Uncle Hery bert's household by his cousins, and Gay spoiled by her association with silly Aunt Lola. Bruce urges Immediate marriage, but that would mean separation. Desperate, the four children plot to run away to Barbara's godfather, "Uncle Stephen" Crake, whom they have never seen. rough-and-read- CHAPTER IV Continued 'Tour of us are quite a lot." Kit's Drow wore an anxious irown. jjo you suppose he'll have enough beds?" "Uncle Stephen is rich," Gay said with easy assurance. "He sends such lovely presents." "I wouldn't expect him to keep us always," Barbara explained. "Four Is quite a lot But he's a lawyer and he can tell us what to do. I know he will help us. He said he would." Kit was reassured. The frown smoothed Itself out and his face slowly brightened. Barbara felt more confident She saw "Uncle Stephen," a nice old man, telling them what to do. They needed a champion. Father would have approved. It seemed a sensible Idea. "Where does 'Uncle Stephen live?" Gay asked, hoping It would be some enchanting far off place. "Near Philadelphia." jST "That Isn't so far." Gay felt dis- -' appointed. Florida was lovely. She had been there with Aunt Lola before. But It was fun to be running away. , . . "It's not right In the city," Kit said. "Don't you remember? We looked It up on a map. It's far enough. Have we any money? How will we get there, Babs?" "Hitch-hike,- " Jamie said promptly. "I'll bet we could, as easy as anything." His face was bright and excited. "Or we could dress up like gypsies," Gay, always dramatic, suggested. "And dance and play on tambourines and people would give us money." Gypsies ! Barbara felt a pain in her heart . . . "Once upon a time there was a gypsy boy who loved very dearly a little gypsy girl." . . . But she couldn't think about Bruce. She kept seeing Kit's face streaked with tears and Jamie looking at "Chips" and Gay growing up Into a silly little peacock like Aunt Lola's horrid Gwen. She had to take care of the children. . . . "I have some money," she said, swallowing hard to banish the lump In her throat She showed It to them, a g very slim roll of bills, provided by Great-aun- t Josephine's check. It looked like a fortune. The children's eyes widened. They felt like millionaires. "When are we going?" Gay asked, her voice fluting high with excite- i ment -- isv "W- - "Tomorrow morning." That made It seem real and frightening but very thrilling, too. "Won't we tell anybody, Babs?" Jamie wanted to know. "No, Indeed." Barbara was firm. "We'll go early In the morning before anybody It up." "But the train doesn't leave until eight o'clock," Kit reminded her. "They'd miss us by that time, sure." She hadn't thought of that The pink faded out of her cheeks, nere was a problem, Indeed. Her spirit?" dropped. The children felt it If Babs was discouraged, there was no hope. They pressed closer together, subdued and defeated, feeling that the grownup world was In hostile league against them. It was Martha who solved the prob-leShe came Into the studio with a warning about taking cold. The warning was merely an excuse. She wanted to be near them this last evening together. "You're up to somethln'," she said. Martha bad lived with them before Mother died. She was a familiar friend. They knew that Martha loved them. They told her about It, Barbara taking the lead, the children Interrupting. They drew her into the circle and talked away her objoctions. Martha's "I oughtn't to listen." Yankee conscience battled agnlnst her affections. "I ought to go right in the house this minute and tell them what you're up to." "But you won't," Barbara said con fidently, her cheek against Martha's. "You won't do any such thing." lartba surrendered herself unconditionally to the charms of the four Thornes, "There's no fool like an old fooL I won't do any such thing." They told her about the problem of getting away In the morning. Martha considered, her forehead smocked In a frown. "Jake Preble drives his truck to New Bedford Thursday mornings," Martha said after an Interval of thought "Early, though. He leaves around five o'clock." Tomorrow was Thursday morning. It seemed an act of providence. "We'll leave a note," Barbara said. "We'll tell them we've gone to Uncle Stephen. They don't know where he lives. That will give us time. But Martha," she added, a shadow slipping across her vivid face, "I'm afraid it won't be pleasant for you. They'll make a dreadful scene. They'll pmh ably explode." "Don't mind about that" The light of battle flamed in Martha's eyes. "Ill speak my mind and pin on my hat aiw leave." They fell upon her with strangling hugs. , Bar"You're an angel, Marthy-Ann,- " bara whispered gratefully, her arm around Martha's neck. "I'm an idiot I" Martha pushed the children away. Her voice sounded scolding and cross. "I'll probably live to regret it. But you have a way about you. There's no fool like an old fool ! I'm goin to see Jake Preble." Barbara lay, wide awake, in the low carved bed that Father had made. Gay, curled beside her. was fast asleep, worn out by excitement and plans. The alarm clock was set for four. Martha had "managed" Jake Preble. They were to leave at five o'clock In the morning. Everything was arranged. The children, quaking for fear they would be discovered, had hidden their luggage in the studio. Sitting together on the sofa in the attic, a quilt around their shoulders, Kit's lantern lighted beside them, he and Barbara had marked the way they would go. By seven o'clock tomorrow night tbey would be at Uncle Stephen's. For the children's sake, Barbara had and her uncertainties suppressed doubts. Lying awake in the low carved bed, with the rain falling outside and the wind In the willows singing a mournful song, the doubts and uncertainties could no longer be suppressed. It was Impolite to be runnling away. The relations meant to be kind, though they had never approved of Mother marrying Father and having four children and living "like a gypsy." It was appallingly Impolite to leave them and run away. The money troubled her, too. Was it stealing to use Aunt Josephine's check for the purpose of running away? Aunt Josephine would say that It was. "What can you expect?" she would say. "They've been brought I" She wouldn't blame them so much. She would blame Father's way of letting them do as they pleased. It seemed a treachery to Father. But, deep In her heart, she knew that Father would approve. He wanted the children to be h'.ppy. He had promised that they should never be "parceled out" again. What would Uncle Stephen think? His letter had been so friendly. . . . "If a crusty old bachelor can be of assistance, please let him know at once." . . . He had called her his "little fillette." It was a caressing, Intimate word. A "crusty old bachelor" wouldn't have thought of such lovely things to write. Perhaps he was lonely and wanted some children. Surely he would appreciate the charms of Kit and Jamie and Gay. And Bruce? What would he think? It would be lovely to be with Bruce. She loved him so much, his golden brown hair, his teasing ways, his eyes that were as deeply blue as the sky on a frosty night . . . Thinking of Bruce, she felt warm and drowsy and not afraid any more. She told herself a Darling Bruce story . . . "Once upon a time there The sound of was a gypsy boy. . . the rain was pleasant now. Doubts and uncertainties vanished. She nestled close against Gay. . . . "The flute knew only one song 1 love you, pretty gypsy girl with the roses In your hair. . . " She could hear the song of the silver flute if she kept very breathless and still, showers Of sprinkling silver notes, thin and high and sweet Barbara's lashes drooped. She sighed and was fast asleep. happy-go-luck- y 1 CHAPTER V Stephen Drake, In an evening shirt trousers braced with and black and white suspenders, stood before a mirror tying with fumbling fingers a narrow black silk tie. The mirror was set In a wardrobe carved with oak leaves and acorns and opulent bnnches of grapes. All of the furniroom ture In the large was of walnut and similarly carved. It was a man's room, unmistakably, the room of a man of elderly habits and a studious torn of mind. Books, pushed together by bronze elephants, stood on the bedside tabls. Books, handsomely bound, filled the shelves between the windows. There was but one unusual note In the subdued symphony of the room. Above the fireplace hung a painting all color and sunlight red rocks, blue sea, distant rust colored sails, girl, slim and graceful, with the wind blow ing her skirt agalnRt her bare brown legs. The painting made you wonder about the tall erect man, gray at the temples, tying a neat silk tie Into s neat silk bow. well-presse- d t TO BE CONTINUED.) BRAZIL'S CITIES ARE WONDERFUL Pernambuco, third largest city, Is the easternmost city of th western hemisphere and is called the gateway to South Arfierlca for Europe-Sout- h America-bounaviators. Pernambuco state, of which the city is the capital, and two other states, make up the northeastern shoulder of their continent To Brazilians, the city is known as Recife. If a line were drawn from Pernambuco due north, it would Just miss the western extremity of the Azores and intersect the latitude of New York city nearer to Portugal than to New York. Dakar, westernmost city of Africa, is only half the distance from Pernambuco that Liverpool is from New York. Pernambuco noses into all direct transportation lanes from European and North Atlantic ports that do business with ports south of Pernambuco. Shipping from New York, Boston, or Baltimore, or Liverpool or Lisbon, reaches Rio de Janiero or Buenos Aires by passing Pernambuco's harbor. Many of its inhabitants are descendants of the Dutch and Portuguese, both of whom once claimed the city and Pernambuco country. surrounding owes much of its progress to the influence of these races, who fostered agriculture and commerce. The old section of Pernambuco shows its Portuguese origin in the varicolored plaster-facebuildings that line some of the narrow cobblestone-pave- d streets In the downtown section ; while here and there steep gabled houses and business structures recall the quarter century of Dutch occupation that began ten years after the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock. Until a few years ago, large oceangoing boats had to anchor far out in docks were the harbor. constructed and railroads were built, reaching Into the productive hlnter- - Ideas on Mixing Pastry Flour d Rio, Sao Paulo, Pernambuco and Bahia Pictured. Prepared by National Geographic Society, C WNO Service, enumerators recently CENSUS completed countingWhile people in Brazil the state spreads over an area greater than that of the United States, nearly every great population center lies on the Atlantic coast There are ten Brazilian cities with more than 100,000 Inhabitants, Of the first four, Rio de Janeiro, Sao Paulo, Pernambuco (Recife), and Bahla (Sao Salvador), only Sao Paulo Is inland. Rio de Janeiro, the capital, contributed nearly 1,500,000 people to the census enumerators' figures. Amid all Brazil's amazing coastal panorama of verdant forests, mysterious rivers, foaming cascades, untrod mountains and polyglot populous towns, Rio remains the very acme of human Interest. As the traveler enters glittering Rio and beholds the alabaster-lik- e city of palms, marble, mountains and color, he is astounded. Here Is an illusion from an Arabian Nights dream, a magic supercity never built by man. Look at those amazing mountain peaks that rise from the sea. They cannot be of this world; they are unreal, like a landscape on the moon pictured through a telescope. To enter this great world port you walk down the gangplank and straight out Into a formal garden with a big bronze fountain. This leads off into a Fifth avenue-lik- e boulevard which in s turn flows Into a wide, beach drive, past embassies, clubs, and more palms and geometric gardens. Dingy docks, pawnshops, pool halls, cafes, cheap rooming houses, touts and runners, dirt smells all the trash and claptrap of many other water fronts, are missing here. Rising fully 1,200 feet and almost straight out of the sea, Sugar Loaf, lofty sentinel of the Rio harbor, is easily the city's outstanding landmark. Iucomlng air pilots, if half lost in fog or rain, hail its familiar outlines with grunts of relief. In a queer aerial trolley a dizzy trip which is a supreme triumph for the nervous you can reach Its top. Look at this spectacular city from Sugar Loaf or any high angle, and you see how smoothly in mass, form and color it harmonizes with the shape and shades of Its terrestrial environ-- ' ment You observe that It Is cohesive, one work of art; yet It Is not a solid pattern of city with a checker-boarblocks and squares squeezed Into rigid "city limits," like Leipzig or Indianapolis. Sao Paul, second largest of Brazilian cities, is capital and business metropolis of Sao Paulo state. It is one of the oldest cities In South America, but its age has not deprived It of modern commercial development Fifty years before the Capt. John episode at Jamestown, Ya., a Portuguese sailor founded Sao Paulo and married the daughter of a native Indian chief. Later Jesuit missionaries established a church at the settlement and held the first religious service on the feast day In celebration of the conversion of St. PauL Sao Paulo's Swift Growth. For three centuries Sao Paulo Isolation, unfettered by colonial laws of Portugal. It was about 1,000 miles from the Portuguese government officials who were, at that time, at Bahla. In 1875 the ball of commercial progress started rolling among the Inhabitants, and newcomers were Instilled with a boom spirit In slightly more than fifty years the city has increased in population from 20,000 to nearly 900,000. New streets that were built were made broad and straight and flanked with modern buildings. The railway depot municipal and state government buildings, museums, libraries, schools, and some of Its new business buildings would be flattering additions to many cities of the world of the same size. Three huge public gardens and more than fifty parks break the monotony of the miles of streets. Sao Paulo might properly be called the city that coffee built. Many of the palatial residences are those of coffee "barons." In Sao Paulo streets huge trucks, heavy carts, and perspiring men laden with sacks of coffee are always within eyeshot Coffee was not Introduced into Brazil until two centuries ago, but the price of coffee now largely governs the rise and fall of Sao Paulo's prosperity. While Ethiopia is the original home of coffee, Sao Paulo state has adopted the greater portion of the descendants of the original coffee berries. If all the coffee plantations In the state were In one plantation, it would cover an area as large as Delaware and Rhode Island combined. In a single year more than one and a quarter million pounds of coffee are produced in the state. There are more than seven coffee trees for every man, woman and child In the state. Pernambuco Is s Gateway. More than 3.500 miles of railroads now use Sao Faulo as a hub. The railroad from Sao Paulo to Santos, the city's port on the Atlantic, has been one of the world's most profitable steel highways, although Its upkeep per mile is staggering. In the 87 miles of sinuous tracks between the cities, trains must climb from sea level at Santos to nearly 3,000 feet at Sao Paulo. In one seven-mil- e section the Una rises more than 2,000 feet Washington, D. d world-famou- qulck-and-dirt- y Moving Day In Brazil. d Smith-Pocohont- d land. As a result, Pernambuco has become in a short time one of the important gateways to eastern Brazil. Sugar, tobacco, lumber, fruit cotton, rubber and coffee that ence graced the backs of mules, now flow into the city by rail in vast quantities. More than forty sugar mills in the capital city attest the state's sugar production. Textile mills, shoe, soap and lock factories are also there. Most of Pernambuco's business is carried on In the old section of the city. The city market perhaps strikes the fancy of Americans more than any other feature. An abundance of rich, luscious tropical fruit Is everywhere to be seen. Bahla Has a Fine Harbor. Bahla, which contributes about 330,-00- 0 to the census figures, was the first Portuguese settlement founded in BraTo Brazilians It Is Sao Salvador. According to the letters of Amerigo Vespucci, he and his followers spent several months in All Saints bay in the neighborhood of Bahla during the early years of the Sixteenth century. Bahia was not officially recognized by the Portuguese government, however, until 1549 when the first governor general of Brazil set up a colonial government there. Bahia was the capital of Brazil from that time until 1763 when the government was removed to Rio de Janeiro. The harbor Bahla faces Is one of the finest on the east coast of South America. Vessels from many world ports are anchored offshore, while smaller boats with local cargoes come and go like "schools" of water beetles. The traveler's first Impression of Bahla, as he sails cp the harbor toward the city, is that there are really two separate towns. A congested settlement hugs the shore line, while on a cliff in the background, 200 feet above the roof tops, the fringe of another settlement is visible. In the narrow streets of the lower town and among the bordering warehouses porters, perspiring freely in the tropical heat, spend their days moving cargoes of cocoa, tobacco, cotton, sugar, rubber and fruits, all products of Bahla state, brought to the port by railroad trains and donkey carts. The customs house, depot and offices of foreign firms Interested In Bahla commodities also are In the' lower town. Most of Bahla's cocoa, the largest exportable product of Bahla state. Is shipped to the United States. Upper Bahla is reached by elevators, steps and winding roads. Here and there In the narrow streets of this portion of the city, sky blue and delicate pink houses, some of whose plastered fronts are deeply take the traveler back a century or two In Bahla's history. But within a stone's throw of these districts there are wide modern thoroughfares, lined with fine shops, batiks, theaters, office and government buildings. A park or a garden now and then breaks the monotony of the solid rows of masonry. zil. Proper Proportions Come First, and the Rest Is Mere Knack. This article Is devoted to the sub- ject of pastry, which has an undefor being difficult served reputation to make. First, there Is the flour either bread or pastry flour can he used for plain pastry. For puff pastry a quick puff paste bread flour must be used. Then there Is the shortening. Lard or one of the hardened vegetable fats make pastry tender. Butter, of course, gives more flavor and In some recipes you see a combination of it with the other more bland fats. Whatever fat Is used must be hard, and that means cold. The flour and salt are sifted together. All the shortening Is added at once, and then It Is cut into the flour with two knives. A chopping knife may be used if you have a smooth wooden bowl in which the pastry may be mixed. The fat should not be cut too fine, as small particles of fat make pastry flaky. You may see some cooks use their hands to mix pastry, but if hands are naturally warm, the fat will not combine with the flour in the right way. The proportion of flour to fat, which makes a pastry rich enough to be tender, but which at the same time will roll easily, Is three to one. After the fat Is cut in the water is added. This is the only special point in making pastry. Care must for if be taken to add the dough gets too wet we cannot add extra flour without making the final product tough. I make a hole at one side of the mixed flour and fat and add one tablespoon of water and stir into that with a stiff knife enough water to make a stilt dough. I do the same at two other places in the dough. This will leave some loose flour, so I then take my fingers and press the balls of dough and the extra flour together. If I need a little more moisture I add a few drops of water at a time. The water used In mixing pastry must, of course, be very cold. After the mixing Is done It Is a good idea to chill the dough before rolling, as It will he much easier to handle then. I usually wrap It tightly In a piece of waxed paper. It will keep Indefinitely in the refrigerator, so it can be kept on , hand. When I am ready to make up my pie, I take the dough out, cut off a piece to roll on a board, or a table top dusted very lightly with flour. Pastry should be rolled gently, starting from the center and rolling In each direction, so as to make the sheet somewhat the shape of the pie pan. The sheet of dough should be lifted during the rolling to prevent its sticking. The rolling should be done gently. For a pastry shell, the dough should be pressed over the edges and cut off. For a double crust pie It should be allowed to extend over topped either with whipped cream or a meringue to give the finishing touch. When a pie Is covered with meringue, it must go back to the oven to set and brown the meringue. A slow oven 300 to 320 degrees F. for ten to fifteen minutes gives the best results. Butterscotch Pie. U cup butter cup brown sugar tablespoons flour 1 4 1 1 Rb7 yolks cup milk egif whites i 4 Vi tablespoons sutrar teaspoon vanilla Cream together the butter, sugar and flour. Scald the milk and stir in slowly. Cook over hot water until It thickens, and pour over the egg yolks slightly beaten. Cook one minute longer, then pour In a baked pie crust, cover with a meringue made from the beaten egg whites, sugar and vanilla. Place In a slow oven 300 degrees Fahrenheit, nntll the meringue is brown. , 1983, Bell Syndicate. WNU Service. WHAT DOES A MONO-PIEC- E STEEL BODY MEAN TO just-enoug- YOUR SAFETY? 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