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Woman ’s Realm -:- Social and Personal -g:- Fashions-o Lite rofure

The Murder atHazelmoor

By AGATHA CHRISTIE

She broke ofl' suddenly and En- derby, glancing over his shoulder and following the direction of her eyes, became aware of a. pink, heal- thy looking young man leaning over the gate and making various apo- logetic noises to attract attention.

"I say," said the young man, “fright-fully sorry to butt in. I mean, it is awfully awkward, but my aunt sent me along."

Emily and Charles both said, "Oh," in an inquiring tone, not being much the wiser for the ex- planation.

“Yes," said the young man. "To tell the truth my aunt's rather a Tartar. What she says goes, if you know what I mean. Of course, I think it's {rightfully bad form oom- ing along at a time like this but if yvu knew my aunt-and if you do as she wants. you will know her in a few minute"—~—"

“Is your aunt Miss Percehouse?" broke in Emily.

"That's right," said the young man much relieved. "So you know all about her? Old Mother Curtis has been talking I suppose. Wcll, the fact my aunt said she want- ed to see you, and I was to tell you so. Compliments, and all that, and would it be troubling ypu too much- she is an invalid and quite unable to get out and it would be a great kindness~well, you know the sort of thing, I needn't say it all. It's curiosity really, of course, and if you say you've got a headache, or have got letters to write it will be quite all rigLit and you needn't bother."

"Oh. but 1 should like to- bother," snid Emily.

“I'll go with you at once. Mr. Enderby must go along Hid see Major Burnaby."

"I must?" safd Enderby in a low voice.

"You must." said Emily firmly.

She dismissed him with a brief nod and joined her new friend in the road.

"I suppose you're she said.

"That's right, I ought to have told you, Splendid of you coming along like this. Lots of girls would have been awfully offended. But you know what old ladies are."

“You don't live down here, do you Mr. Garfield?"

"You bet your life I don't," said Ronnie Garfield with fervor. "Did you ever see such a god-forsaken spot? Not so much as the pictures to go to. Well, here we are." He pushed open a gate and Emily pass- ed through and went up the path leading to a small cottage identical with the rest. In the living-room facing on the garden was a. couch and on it was lying an elderly lady with a. thin wrinkled face and with one of the sharpest and most inter- rogative noses that Emily had ever seen, She raised herself on an elbow with a little difficulty.

“S0 you've brought her," she said. “Very kind of you, my dear, to come along to see an old woman. But you know what it is when you are an invalid. You must have a finger in every pie going and if you can't go to the pie, then, the pie must. come to you. And you needn't think it's all curiosity-it's more than that. Ronnie. so out and palm the gu- den furniture, In the shed- at the end of the garden. Two basket chairs and a bench. You'll find the paint there all ready."

The obedient nephew disappeared.

‘Sit down." said Miss Percehouse.

CHAPTER. 10

Emily sat on the chair indicated.

“I understand you are the girl who is engaged to ’I‘revelyan's nep- hew," said Miss Pereehouse. "I've heard all about you and now I have seen you I understand exactly what you are up to. And I wish you good luck."

"Thank you," said Emily,

“I hate a. slobbering female," said Miss Percehouse." I like one who 83-8 UP Blld does things."

She locked at Emily sharply.

"I suppose you pity me-lying here never able to get up and walk about?"

“No," said Emily thoughtfully. "I don't know that I do. I suppose that one can, if one has the determin- ation, always get something out of life. If you can't get it in one way you get it in another."

“Quite T181153’ said Miss Perce- house. “You've got to take life from a different angle, that's all."

As clearly as she was able, Emily outlined the theory she had evolv- that morning and the application of it she had made to the matter in hand.

"Not bad." iaid Miss Percehouse nodding her head. “Now. my dear-—- we will get down to business. Not being a born fool, I suppose you've come up to this village to find out what you can about the people here, and to see if what you find out has any bearing on the murder. Well, if there's an-ythlng you want people here, I

Mr. Garfield,"

can tell it to you." Emil! wasted no time. _Concise and business-like, she came to the

point. - "Major Burnaby?" the asked.

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"Typical retired army officer, narrow-minded and limited in out- look, jealous disposition. Crcdulous in money matters. Kind of man who invests in a South Bea Bubble because he can't see a yard in front of his own nose. Likes to pay his debts promptly and dislikes people who don't wipe their feet on the ma ."

“Mr. Rycroft?" said Emily.

"Queer little man, enormous ego- ist, Cranky. Likes to think himself a wonderful fellow. I suppose he has offered to help you solve tne case aright owing to his wonderful knowledge of criminology.”

Emily admitted that was case.

“Mr. Dilke?" she asked.

"Don't know a thing about the man-and yet I‘ ought to. Most or- dinary type. I ought to know-and yet I don't. It's queer. It's like a. name on the tip of your tongue and yet for the life of you, you can't re- member it.“

“The Willetts?" asked Emily.

“Ah! the Willetts!" Miss Perce- house hoisted herself up on on el- bow again in some excitement. "What about the Willetts indeed? Now, I'll tell you something about them, my dear, It may be useful to you, or it may not. Go over to my writing table there and pull out the little top drawer. Bring me the blank envelope that's there."

Emily brought the envelope as directed.

"I don't say it's important — it probably isn't," said Miss Perce- house. "Everybody tell lies one way or another and Mrs. Willett l5 per- fectly entitled to do the same as everybody else."

She took the envelope and slipped her hand inside,

"I will tell you all about it. When the Willetts arrived here, with their smart clothes and tnelr maids and their iunoyation trunks, she and Violet came up in Forders car and the maids and the innovation trunks came by the station bus. I was look- ing out as they passed and I saw a colored label blow off from one or the trunks and dive down on to one of my borders. Now, if there is one thing I hate more than another it is a litter of paper or mess of any kind, so I sent Ronnie out to pick il- l-IP. and 1 WflB 80in! t0 throw it away when it struck me it was a bright, pretty thing, and I might fin well keep it for the scrap-books I make for the children's hospital. Well, I wouldn't have thought about it again except for Mrs, Willett oe- llberately mentioning on two or three occasions that Violet had never been out of South Africa and that she herself had only been to South Africa, England, and the Riv- iera."

“Yes?" said Emily,

"Exactly. Now — look at this.’

Miss Percehouse thrust a luggage label into Emily's hand. It bore the inscription, Mendles Hotel, Mel- bourne.

"Australia," said Miss Perce- house, "isnt South Africa—or it wasn't in my young days. I daresay it isn't important out there it ls for what it ls worth. And I'll tell you another thing, I have heard Mrs. Willetticalling to her daughter and she called Coo-ee and that again is moreltypical of Australia than South Africa. And what I say is, it is queer. Why shouldn't you wish to admit that you come from Austral- it, if you do?"

“It's certainly curious," said Em- ily. "And it's curious that they should come to live here in wintciz"

“That leaps t0 the eye," said Miss Percehouse. “Have you met them yet?"

"No. I thought of going there this morning. Only I didn't know quite what to say."

"I'll provide you with an’ excuse." said Miss f-‘ercehouse briskly. "Fetch me my fountain pen and some note- paper and an envelope. That's right. Now, let me see." She paused de- liberately, then without the least warning raised her voice in a hide- ous scream.

“Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie! Is the boy deaf? Why can't he come when he's called? Ronnie! Ronnie!"

Ronnie arrived at a brisk trot, paint, brush in hand.

"Ls anything the matter, Aunt Choline?” ,

"What should be the matter? l was calling you, that was all. Did you have any particular take for tea when you were at the Willetfs yesterday?"

"Cake?"

"Cake, _ sandwiches - anything. How slow you are, boy. What did you have to eat for tea?"

"There was a coffee cake," said Ronnie very much puzzled, "and some pate sandwiches-—"

"Coffee cake," said Miss Perce- house. "'I'hat‘ll do.” She began to write-briskly. "You can go back to your painting, Ronnie. Don't hang about, and don't stand there with your mouth open. You had your adenoids out when you were eight ytears old, so there is no excuse for Bhe continued to write:

Dear Mrs. Willett,-I hear you had the most delicious coffee cake for tea yesterday afternoon. Will you be so very kind as to give me the recipe for it. I know you'll not mind my asking you this-an invalid has so little variety except in her diet. Miss Trefusis has kindly prom- ised w take this note for rne as Ronnie is busy this morning. 1's not this news about the convict too dreadful? '

Yours very sincerely, Caroline PJercehouse. lhe put it in an envelope, sealed it down and addressed it,

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ma" COOK'S comma

Ginger Marmalade

4 lbs, of apples

4 pounds sugar

1 pint water

l ounce green ginger Grated rind of 4 lemons

Chop the apples and ginger fine. Add to syrup with the lemon rind and simmer slowly until it looks clear, about i'our hours. Pour into sterilized glasses and seal as usual. Apricot Marmalade

1 pound dried apricots

1 cupful canned pineapple liquor

1 cupful canned pineapple

4 cupfuls water

B cupfuls sugar

Wash the apricots carefully fliid soak for two days in the water. At the end of this time add the nine- apple liquor and cook gently for one hour. Then add the sugar and the canned pineappfe eut in dices. Simmer gently for one-half hour or until the mixture will “jell" ivhan tried on a cold plate. Pour into clean, hot sterilized glasses and when thoroughly set cover with paraffin.

' Carrot Marmalade

3 pounds carrots

6 cupfuls sugar

5 large lemons

Wash. scrape and dice the cnrmts and cock them-in boiling water un- til tender. Let the water cook down as much as possible, drain, saving the liquid, which should not be more than one-half to one cup- ful, Pare the thin, yellow rind from the lemons and put that with the cooked carrots through the food chopper. To this mixture add the carrot liquor, sugar and the juice of the lemons. Cook, stirring frequent- ly, until the mixture is the con- sistency of any marmalade-about 45gninutes. Pour into clean, hot, sterilized glasses and cover with paraffin when cold. ' really are."

"I help those who can help them- selves," said Miss Percehouse. "By the way, you haven't asked me what I think of Ronnie yet. I presume he is on your list of the village, l-le is a good lad i.n his way, but piti- fully weak. I am sorry to say he would do almost anything for money. Look at what he stands from me! And he hasn't got the brains to see that I would like him just ten times better if he stood up to me now and again, and told ine to go to the devil."

"The only other person in zhe village is Captain Wyatt. He smokes opium, I believe. And he's easily the worst-tempered man in Eng- land. Anything more you want to know?"

"I don't think so." said Emily. "What you have told me seems pretty comprehensive."

- - - t a t

As Emily walked briskly along the lane her busy thoughts were interrupted by a rather hoarse voice speaking rather close to her right ear.

‘Excuse me," it said, "but do you happen to have seen a bull terrier?"

Emil-y started and turned. Lean- ing over a gate was a tall thin man with a very brown complexion, ,bloodshot eyes and gray hair. lie was propped up with a. crutch one side, and was eyeing Emily with enonnous interest. Elie had no dif- flculty in identifying him as Crip- tain Wyatt, the invalid owner of No. 3 The Cottages.

"No, I haven't," said Emily.

“She's got out," said Captain Wyatt. "An afiectionatgcreature. but an absolute fool. With all these cars and things-—-"

"l shouldn't think many motors come up this lane," said Emily.

"Charabancs do in the summer- time." said Captain Wyatt grimly. "It's the three and six penny mom- ing run from Exhampton. Ascent, of Sittaford Beacon with a halt half- WBY up from Exhampton for light refreshments."

"Yes, but this isn't summertime," ‘ "id Emily. (To Be Continued)

DURING BABY'S TEETl-IING TIME The Bowls Income Loon

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“rhqrgqyou are. young won-inn. You will probably find um doorstep‘ littered with leporteds. A lot of‘ them poled along the lane in' Ibrder‘: chlrlblnc. 1 saw them.‘ Int you ask for Mrs. Willett and

- any you have brought a note from

ma and you1l sail in. I needn't fell you to keep your eyes open and make the moat you can of Your visit. You will do that anyway."

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d “martinis-we'- ‘Price. . e bottle at all haunts

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a Dorothy

’s Letter ‘Boar I

l‘ Possibility if She is a fanatical church worker.

that. Cannot see anything else.

in them.

is one child.

- , Answer: ' Well, there is the

little differences of, taste and temper

\ The victims of every divorce are

them. great responsibility upon themselves and happiness before their own.

thing for the sake of the children. are ‘plenty of others who will. wife can keep from quarreling, but if child for you to separate.

with discord. scrapping.

same things and have the same tastes

thing else in picking out their mates.

themselves to each other.

are all things that we can learn to do

habits ll we will and it is better to do Try it and maybe your fanatical

church. II ll I

needlessly worried over the spread of

an example for the youth. ADSW€IZ

humor for that to happen to us. ed Spain's chivalry away and we will

present when in the altogether.

windows and padded our ankles.

fad is ever going to deprive any but to beauty.

of conversation and a consolation’ in

fession an author.

been perptually in my mind. Her absence makes it a failure. her?

If

Answer:

geniality is dlfiicult to say.

common sense, and keep your home intact.

Nfllmdydtrwws what sort of a wife a man will be content with. often doesnt know himself. f Evidently this girl has a strong physical at- WBCUO" f0!‘ you. hut whether it will last when there is no mental con- ‘ I should think that a literary man would find an illiterate wife a poor choice as a life companion,

No Matter How. Widely Varied Your ‘Interests May be, Think Seriously About a Divorce Children Are Involved

Dear Dorothy Dix-My wife and 1 do not seem to make a go of it. Gives all of her time and thoughts to I like to see shows, go w parties now and then, play cards and do other things with fun Nothing wrong. has no desire for those things and refuses to go with me, therefore I either have to go alone or take some one else. ference in taste a number of times and she says there is nothing that will change her mind. Sum- ming it, all up I am not satisfied with my married life and don't see why we should stick together under such conditions. We are both still young, so don't you mink it would be best for her to go her way and me to go mine? son why two persons should live together and be miserable when they could be happy apart? There

No excess. My wife

We have talked over our dif-

Is there any rea-

child. B. M, and that is a reason for not breaking up your marriage that simply fills the universe and blots out all of the

and temperament between you and

your wife, and that turns them into nothlngness in comparison with the good of the helpless little creature that you have brought into the world.

the children. It wrecks a little

child to be torn up by the roots from its home, to be deprived of a mother or a father entirely, or else to be made to feel like an unwanted pack- age that is shifted from one parent to another and that has no settled abiding place. Children need permanency in all their relationships. They need the same father and mother, not a couple of steps. They need the Dissolve the sugar in the water. same room, the same school, the same children to play with. And they need love and peace between their parents, Now children don't ask to be born.

And so it seems t.o me that men and women who have taken this

Their parents thrust iifeupon should consider the child's welfare

I think they should endure almost any- t

Certainly I don't think that you have any right to jeopardize your child's whole future because your wife won't step out with you. ' There So meet the situation with philosophy and

That is, if you and your you have to have a fight every time

she goes to prayer meeting and you go to the movies, it is kindness to the Better no home at all than one that is tilled Better no father or mother than parents who are eternally

Congeniality between a husband and wife is, of ‘course, the most im- portant factor in making marriage a succem, Any two persons can be happy together who like to do the same things and are interested in the

and habits, and young people should

consider whelier they have the same likes and dislikes more than any-

When, however, after marriage they find out that they differ in their tastes, they should save their marriage by compromising and by adapting

Reading, staying home, going out, bridge, golf, automobiling, dancing

and like, just as we have acquired a

taste for caviar and olives. The‘very best housekeeper I know is a woman uiio learned to cook after marriage because her husband was an epicure. I know another woman who has learned to play cards because her hus- band was a bfidge fiend. And so it goes. We can change our tastes and

that than it is to break up a home. wile will find out that there is dust

as much religion in making her husband happy as there is in running the

_ I I U Dear Miss Dix-J am a man past thrccscore years and am perhaps

nudism. It seems to me a relapse

into barbarism and I cannot but regard with regret the loss of even com- mon decmcy, to say nothing of modesty, that it involves and holds up as

G. S. M, Si‘.

Don't lose any sleep over the danger of nudism becoming common and ones birthday suit the fashionable attire. It has been said that Cervantes laugh-

Wc have too much sense of

blow tiurism out of existence by our

guffaws of mirth over the figures of fun that the average man and women

For, alas and alack, the human form divine is divine in only rare and exceptional cases, such as Follies girls and Miss Americas, and they are about as scarce as hens‘ teeth. Most of us run to knobs and excrescences or hollows. and bandy legs and bowlegs and we are eitnc-r living skeletons or tubs of fat. Instead of being balm to the eyes of the beholder we would blast his vision unless we had mercifully draped curtains over

our bay

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