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Show Illlllllllllllllllllll Murder Masquerade BY- - Inez Haynes Irwin Copyright Inn Harm Irwin WNUServist. nniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiTi Continued MONDAY 12 I do that, And what have you been doing, HopcstillT" Oh tennis, swimming," he answered, adding a little evasively, a lot of things. Caro Prentiss is a swell kid, isnt she? Yes. I like her better than any other young girl who's come to Satuit She lias a quality. And what a face! Hopestill added. personality Figure charm shes got everything. And "Ill promise to agreed. ! such vitality and strength I I'm glad youre enjoying her so much, I commented. After luncheon the telephone Its Mrs. Thelford, Mrs.' rang. Avery, Sarah Darbe informed me. I had never liked Brenda Thelford Ace's cousin. But I knew that of course I must call upon her. I felt a little mortified that she was asking help of me before I volunteered it How do you do, Mrs. I feel frightThelford, I began. fully to think that you have had to telephone me. I had every intention of calling you as soon as I came back to normal. Ive just crawled to the point where I could take a little walk this morning." Quite! came Brenda Thelfords I perfectly frigid, correct voice, understand. I wonder you are. not a raving maniac. And of course Ive been very busy myself. It must be a dreadful business for you, I murmured. It is. Fortunately with so many deaths in my own family, Ive had scone experience in this sort of thing. But Ive called you up, Mrs. Avery, to ask a great favor of you. It wasnt until yesterday afternoon that it occurred to Sam Chess that we ought to notify Bruce Hexson of Aces death. I told Sam to call him up on the telephone. He tried to get him at intervals ail day. Then we gave it up. Sam felt that he knew what had happened. Bruce Hexson often takes his two servants Ive forgotten their names Adah and Berry, I informed ,her. Yes. He often takes them up. the river to Aces island camp for There's no telephone the week-enthere. Sam thought theyd come back this morning. They did, but not until fifteen minutes ago. Somebodys got to break the news of Ace's death to Bruce Hexson. be up to my ears in work, getting ready for the funeral. I cannot very well spare the time to drive over to the camp and I simply cannot bring myself to tell him over the telephone. I wondered if d. m Of course I My heart sank. will, Mrs. Thelford," I answered. Ill go at once. Oh thank you, thank you, she answered, the stress .of a great relief in her voice. I had said yes quickly enough, for there was nothing else to do But the moment I put the receiver back, cowardice enveloped me. It seemed a task too terrific for nerves. I said my nothing to Hopestill about my errand to Bruce Hexson; for I knew if I told him where i was going, he would insist on accompanying me. And fer Bruce Hexsons sake, I did not want any onlookers at the scene. What I did say was, Hopestill, I think Ill take a little drive alone. I think it will do me over-wroug- ht good. I think it will be good medicine, Aunt Mary, he, to my great relief, approved. I was glad that the road to camp did not eo through the village, did not feel like seeing people. At I turned to the left the cross-roadand followed Bradford street. A few cars, carrying friends! passed; a few pedestrians were sauntering along the earth sidewalks. Familiar faces swift as were the nods and glances we gave one another showed me, more definitely than anything yet, what a pall lay over the town. I was glad when the road, pulling away from the town, pulling away from the houses, pulling away even from the wine-glas- s elms which guarded it, became s, more and more rustic, more and more solitary. After a few miles of this, I turned into a road, little more than a lane! which wound in a humpy, rutty curve off to the left and toward the occui. It ended presently in a cleared space. I stopped the car and got out. Aces camp lay fully revealed as I crossed the expanse of shorn meadow which surrounded it. Ace had always known instinctively what beauty was. lie nad hired a pair of Maine guides y log cabin io make the two-stor- log-hous- e. I should call it which With that sixth sense we an pot- sess and which, in that strange interval of my life, seemed to have doubled on itself, I became aware presently of sounds from the Spinney. Presently Sarah Darbe came into the room. I said, There's somebody in the Spinney, Sarah. Who do you suppose it is? Its Mr. Hopestill and Miss Prentiss, Mrs. Avery, Sarah answered. They're there all the time. I suppose they're still hunting for clues. Hows Bessie this mornin? I asked Sarah. I dont think she slept very well last night, Mrs. Avery. Ill go out and see her 'how," I said decisively. Bessie was busy with breakfast dishes. Shocking as had her appearance seemed to me the day before, it was doubly shocking today. Had that gray, ironed, face ever shown a sparkle, a dimple, a smile? Bessie, I began at once, And you look tired to death. then as though Sarah had said Do you sleep nothing to me, well? 'Not so very well, Mrs. Avery, Bessie answered. Its the shock, Bessie,. I exI feel better but plained it to her. I am by no means myself yet. So dont .be surprised that you are so woken." Bessie said No, Mrs.' Avery, it doesn't surprise me. stonily, Psalm. would I suggested, Bessie, Of course I know the Twenty-thir- d you like to go away for a week or Psalm. I know it by heart. two? I think a change would do have read it numberless times. I you good. had heard ' it read numberless Bessies steely mask flared with times. But that day, sitting on the panic. Oh no, Mrs. Averyi she remonstrated in a frightened voice. Oh no! . I don't want to go away from here. I cant go away-frohere. I cant I cant! You dont have to go, Bessie, if you don't want to I soothed, go. But somehow, I thought youd like a change. panic flared in Bessie. 'But Im "going' to aide Doctor leary to - call today, I promised hastily. Hell give you something that will make you sleep. Id like that, Mrs. Avery, Bessie declared almost inaudibly, I had scarcely finished telephoning the Geary house when the police car curved into the drive. . Take me .where w6 can' talk alone, Mary, Patrick said. I led him to the piazza which 'looked toward the Spinney. By God, Mary, Im in a jaml Patrick said as he seated himself in the broad Glou- we called the Camp. It is one of the most beautifully constructed log houses I have ever seen. It conbedrooms sists of a big living-rooand a kitchen; an ell at one side in which lived Adah and Berry. As. I came around to the broad front piazza, I saw that' Bruce was sitting out in front, reading his Bible. Bruce sat at a big, broad, bare table. He wore one of the smocks with the brown corduroy trousers in which he always dressed at camp. His folded arms were resting on the table and over them his absorbed eyes were readd ing from his big, worn, brown Bible. That Bible accompanied Bruce wherever he went Once I took it up and examined it; it had I think the most beautiful print I had ever seen. I stopped for an instant watching Bruce. As though there was something hypnotic in my gaze, suddenly he lifted his eyes from the book, turned them in my direction. I shall always remember what a pang went through me when his gaze, encompassing me, grew soft with affection. Well, Mary, he exclaimed, rising, how glad I am to see you! My heart began to flutter. I did not like the job before me... .What have you been reading, BruceT I qsked. The Psalms. They are my comfort always. Let me read you! Thereupon he read the Twenty-thir- d Going to the Party? UNCOMMON AMERICANS tow-color- calf-covere- . ... . cester hammock. I might have to arrest Margaret Fairweather. And anyway, Ive got to put a watch on her. house. Oh not burst from me involuntarily. Thats the way I feel about itl Patrick commented grimly. It would kill Flora if Margaret was arrested. Thats the way I feel about it, Patrick repeated, more grimly still. Queer I never thought of her when Tony told me about the tall woman in dark clothes. You thought of her at once, didnt you? At first I did not reply. Then I said, How did you know that? "Because later, when I thought of it myself, I could remember your face. I realized that youd thought of it. Not that either of us said anything. PerHe paused for a moment. haps I could fix it to let Margaret stay in her own home tor a while. I could detail a car to saunter up and down the cliff without rais. How Glad I Am to See You!" little rough porch of Aces log cabin and looking off at the tranquil sea, I realty., heard it for the first time becauM ft. was the first time I ever saw it. Bruces voice always deep what with emphasis and stress grows sonorous when if touches Holy Writ. Somehow with that roll of the incoming waves below as a steady the underlying accompaniment,, Biblical words seemed to take on a Perimpressiveness. haps all words are empty vessels; we fill them with whatever essence we have of mind, of heart, of soul. Bruce filled the words of the Twenty-third Psalm until they brimmed. He closed the book. ' Its too early for tea, Mary. Can Adah bring you a cool drink a temperance drink, he reminded me. I was not conscipus of being thirsty but I hod a cowardly desire to put off' the fatal moment. I answered. I'd like Yes, some of your delicious root beer.' Bruce reached up toward' the roof of the piazza, tugged at a hanging rope. Inside somewhere a bell rang. Presently Adah appeared. Bruce gave his order. Adah vanished and reappeared with a foaming Wedgewood pitcher. Moving with her noiseless speed, she filled a glass for me and one for Bruce. Presently Bruce put his glass down. He looked at me a little questioningly I thought. Bruce. I said,, in a trembling voice. 'Tve come with bad news. I've got something dreadful and something- heartbrenkingly sad to tell you. My dear friend, he abjured me gently, tell me! Bruce oh dear, dear Bruce, it's Ace. Ace is dead. It is more awful than that. He was murdered. He was murdered the night of Mat-ti-e S tows masquerade. He wore a costume of a Roman soldier and he was found dead, stabbed to death by his own short sword, in my Spinney. I could not look at Bruce Hexson I closed my eyes for an instant For that interval, there was complete silence.. Then a strange sound pulled my eyelids up. I hope I never hear that sound' again, hope I never see. that sight again. Bruce Hexson had turned to the table, had dropped 'his head on his folded arms, was sobbing the great hoarse, racking sobs of uncontrolled male agony. stupendous - . TUESDAY I slept a little that night 1 got up Bt the regular hour, ate my breakfast with Hopestill and Sylvia. Soon after breakfast, Hopestill left for this morning game of tennis wilh Caro Prentiss. ing suspicion, I guess. But you havent any - real evidence on Margaret, I remonstrated. Vlt is a little negative. Ill admit. But here you are. No woman left the masquerade until long after midnight with the exception of Molly Games Molly Treadway, I mean. Molly left with Walter. No other woman came over to the Head that night. There was no other woman at home that night on .. . L the Head except Flora and Margaret Fairweather and Hannah. One of my men called with his wife on Hannah last night He called, of course, because I sent him, but Hannah doesn't know that. Naturally they talked about nothing but the murder. He established that ilannah spent the whole evening with Flora. Margaret slept, as she frequently does, downstairs on the porch. Hannah said that Margaret went to bed early because she was so tired. Hannah sleeps on the porch outside Floras chamber. Now as soon as Hannah was asleep why couldn't Margaret have slipped out quietly from the piazza to meet Ace Blaikie in the Spinney? . But what would she want to meet Ace for? I queried mechanically. Patrick did not answer me. But he looked at me. I made no comment; But I looked at hiu.. Unsaid things began to. whirl in the air about us. And then I heard an automobile crunching up the . drive. Miss Fairweather is here, Mrs. Sarah Darbe announced Avery, from the doorway. She says she would like to see you and Mr. OBrien. My thoughts began to spin. I made up my mind to say nothing about Hannah's nap. . (TO BE CONTINUED) Diet of Ostriches The ostrich's diet is almost wholly vegetable, ol consisting seeds, fruits and grasses. Eggs and insects are rarely eaten. They swallow small stones and gravel to aid digestion . By Elmo I Scott Watson e Newspaper union Mother of Thanksgiving we F COURSE, we all know Thanks- owe the observance o giving to the Pilgrim forefathers.e But if it hadnt been tor the persist-encof a woman editor the chances are that it would still be only a New naEngland festival instead of a tionwide holiday celebrated in all states on the last Thursday in November. Sara Josephs Hale was her name and she was the editor of Godeys Ladys book, the most popular womans magazine of the Nineteenth century. She was born in New Hampshire in 1788, and, like all Now Englanders, the celebration of Thanksgiving, even though its observance was not a regular event, was very dear to her. As early as 1827 she began advocating that Thanksgiving, like the Fourth of July, should be Considered a national festival and observed by all our people." But ft was not until 1848 that she began her campaign through the columns of Godeys Ladys Book, of which she became editor in 1828. Early each spring she began writing letters to governors of all states and territories asking their assistance in making the last Thursday in November, which had been Washingtons choice for the firs Thanksgiving Day, set aside by Presidential proclamation. By 1849 most of these commonwealths were keeping individual festivals but no attempt was made to have the date uniform; So Mrs. Hale started oh the - Presidents. She wrote to Fillmore, Pierce and Buchartan again and again. But all of them ignored her, for they felt that such feminine meddling in public affairs' should be frowned upon. . However; in. 1883, as the result of a letter which she wrote to .President ' Lincoln, ht issued the first national Thanksgiving day proclamation since Washingtons day. Mrs. Hale had won her battle after 17 years effort. With the precedent thur established other Presidents, as well as governors of states, have never deviated from the custom which Lincoln thus established. Mother of Being thus the Thanksgiving was not, hewever, Mrs. Hales only claim to distinction. She was the author of that famous poem, Mary Had a Little Lamb; she was the first to advocate women teachers in public schools; she started the first day nursery; she founded the first society for the advancement of womens wages, and ier demands that housekeeping be given the dignity of a profession put the term domestic science in our language. - Prisoner of War TN THE year 1758 there was born 1 to an English family, then living in Ireland, a son who was to bear the name of John Whistler. Before he became oi age young John ran away from home and enlisted in the British army In 1777 he was sent to America with troops who were, to serve under General Burgoyne and when Gentleman Johnnys expedition ended in disaster at' Saratoga,' young John Whistler was a prisoner of war. ' Before the end of the Revolution hs was1 sent back to Engan as an exchanged prisoner and soon afterwards he was discharged from the army. Then he fell in love with the daughter of one of his fathers friends, eloped with her, came to America a second time and settled down at Hagerstown, Md. But he could hot. be content with civilian life for long. So in 17Ci this soldier who had worn the scarlet uniform of Old England put on the nondescript uniform of a lieutenant, adjutant in the levies which made up a part of the army of the new republic. From that time on he served continuously on the Northwestern frontier under St. Clair, Wayne and the others who were campaigning agaii.st the hostile Indians. By 1797 he had won a captaincy and in 1803 he was stationed at Detroit. Then orders were given to build a fort at the foot of Lake Michigan and establish a garrison there with . Whistler as command-.ntAccordingly he built the post which was named Fort Dearborn and thus he became the father of Chicago For nine years Whistler ruled at Fort Dearborn and then he was ordered back to Detroit At the outbreak of the War of 1812 he was serving there on the staff of General Hull and when that flustered officer, without attempting resistance surrendered his post to the British army which swooped down upon him, Whistler again became a prisoner of war. So his was the unique distinction of having been a British officer who surrendered to a victorious American army and then an American officer who surrendered to a victorious British army. That alone would make him an uncommon American" even if he hadr't been the Fatlier of Chicago md the man whose grandson becami one of the greatest of all American artists James Abbott McNeill Whistler. Bell patterns. 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