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CAST OF CHARACTERS ROBERT BARRY-hero, explorer. MELISSA LANE=-heroine, Barry's

partner, HONEY BEE GIRL-—Indian;

of Barry's party. HADES JONES = pioneer; Barry's party.

member

Yesterday—Exploration of the ancient pueblos begins. And for Bob and Mary Melissa romance begins too, called her by her pet name!

CHAPTER NINE MALL logs had been used in building the ceilings of Defiance Castle. Most of them had crumbled and rotted, but Dr. Barry was able to get a fairly solid cross section of one. He studied it intently. “As near as I can tell, studying the rings with this pocket glass, this thing dates back about 1200 years,” he told the others. “We'll take it for detailed analysis.” “It all seems sort of—sacred, doesn't it?” ‘Lissa was impressed with the old clan house and fortress. “Just imagine the people that were once here, the busy days, the happiness, and everything!” Twelve hundred years! would be nearly 800 before Colum-

bus discovered America. What man- |

ner of men could have inhabited the arid Southwest then? What language had they? What dress, customs, manners? What color? Whence came they, and where did they go?

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astic sense, felt the spell of exploration and helped with the prelim-

Bob had |

That

| much. He had given it much thought during the night. Bob lingered at the breakfast | table, sketching and making notes. | He wanted a complete record of | every move made on this expedi- | tion. Every piece of pottery, every | bit of rock or artifact collected, had | to be properly classified and labeled. " » » | “TPAWB?” she ventured, hesitantly, She had never addressed him so intimately before, He

| but he appeared not to notice.

| looked up at her. { “I hear you say,” she went on, “how you give thee leg to learn | door to cliff house.” | “Yes. Sure. Honey Bee. I mean, | it's a scientific point that would be | very valuable, if we could settle | it. Most of the cliff dwellings explored heretofore had some sort of | narrow stairway, cut in rocks usually, or augmented with ladders. | This one showed ‘no sign of such, | you know.” “You do not haff to give thee (leg,” she informed him, smiling. { “Honey Bee save thee leg.” { “Hunh? You mean—?" | looked at her, questioningly. | “Last night, in the dark, I take | flashlight and go back to castle. I | know many Indian signs. I want [to look carefully, after what you | say after supper.” |

ON TIME!

Honey He

“You went up again. Bee? Alone? In the dark?” was incredulous. » » on

' ES. For you. I was not afraid.

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SATURDAY, NOV. 27, 1937

LIKE THAT.

I know Indian people. Many of our signs are very, very old. I look for sign of one long square in another long square. It means door. Maybe you know.” “Yes! Yes, the entrance sign! And—?" “I find it. On thee castle rocks. I am sure. I think it show thee secret entrance to thee castle.” She paused, rather impressively. Bob stood up, in his excitement. He stared at the Indian maiden. “L-look here, Honey Bee,” he jabbed a finger at her, beaming, “Can you show it to me? Right away? Great grief, woman, this is big stuff, if you're right! Let's go!” He gripped her arm, in quick thanks, as he passed her. Honey Bee smiled, and in that moment she was truly beautiful. But— “I'll get 'Lissa,” Bob called. “We'll go right up with you.” Slowly the Indian girl's expression changed. It was almost supernatural, for the scowl that grew, in place of the smile, was deep with pain, tainted with spiritual venom.

(To Be Continued)

REBELLION—B

Daily Short Story

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NNETTE tossed her proud, curly head with its blond locks and |

wanted to know. He had taken off the greasy cap and Annette decided that he had a pretty good profile,

inary measurements and surveys. No | walked, she hoped, unseen away |

considering.

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WAN in:

“Hash yesterday, soup today. And just last week I was

feelin’ sorry for people who had to eat Thanksgiving

dinner in a restaurant!

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’ iggi ras attempted the | i actnaal digging wae Bite pres He Lrom the summer house. With all | ““wppere's some man here ‘at the first day, but whe pari [the bustle of arrival she probably |lake thev b ht ; scended toward nightfall, everyone | axe they brought me down to : ; , | wouldn't be missed for a while, any- | meet; maybe you know Daniel Reardon, the younger. His old man

was fatigued. | a N i | Way, and she needed time to think. Scott Holliman, remembering his Out of Sight Or the Food that Tou was father's college he. | down to the lake, she broke into a | family has the idea that it would

bargain with Honey Bee, made an opportunity to begin his love cam- | the tears gathering to he | brimming point.

paign. He stayed near Mary Mohs: hun, sa on the walk to camp, managed | Eighteen was an age when a girl to separate the two of them from |. 4 figure things out for herself the others. ; | instead of being obliged to follow “Well, ‘Lissa, how did you like | the dictates of her family. She the cliff house?” he began With should have rebelled against this high confidence. | sordid scheme while they were still ‘Lissa. astonished, wondered if | in the city—it would have saved

she heard him correctly. She had | trouble and embarrassment

been civil te the man heretofore, | just as she would have been to a |

janitor or gardener in New York. ; She had been impressed on her seemed as good a place as any

first day in Blanco Canyon, when to sit down and have a good cry, so | Holliman rode the bucking horse, | Annette did just that. She had just but he was hired as a workman. |come to the sniffing and nose- " | blowing stage when a head topped LL at once, though, a new | by a greasy white sailor's cap A thought struck her. Was | Popped up suddenly from the hatchHolliman, after all, a “mere” work- | Wav of the disreputable looking old man? Wasn't he hired rather to | cabin cruiser that bobbed gently be one of a scientific party, on an alongside the pilings. : equal footing with the others? Was | “Hey, what is this?” the head init fair to expect Dr. Barry to main- | quired unfeelingly. “Can't you find tain town standards of employers | S0me other place to go and cry? It servants? Hades Jones had | disturbs me! a been accepted as a social equal, | Annette stopped her sniffing and surely. And the West is famous for | glared. “This is a public wharf, I its democracy, she knew. | vase y Set Slored. =i want k : ‘ re use for | CTY stop me! e rest o 3 Ea eT pan was | the body followed the head out of Sone at the compliment | that going fb a ased ) lana | that, outside of being fresh, the “ y , want anything, | : . ey ne iy ask ne. g | young man wasn’t so hard to look

hunh?” | Holliman was growing more con- |

| at, even if he was a bit on the dirty : ... | side just t . fidential, assuming genuine inti- J hen macy.

HY Jumped lightly onto the wharf ; . and st y “I didn’ ‘Lissa was furious, instantly. | to be Tn an Ri hil would have turned to slap Bin a | was just putting the distribute. oo doubtless Mr. Holliman wou ave : nay, 3 ! ) gether w received a classic bawling ot from B oy eu Startled ane any a lady with an excellent if refined | .. y T° " i Bes of words. But Bob Barry | blige Sow Tl have to get another

" ” ” HE keg on the deserted wharf

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chose that moment to turn back and

call to her. “That hammer still has me worried.” Bob repeated, waiting for Melissa and Holliman to catch up with him. “I can't imagine why the rawhide strip wasn't disintegrated, gone, with all the years. It couldn't be more than a hundred or so.” “Maybe Indians explored the cave, and dropped it.”

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ARY Mellissa forced herself to be calm. interruption, really, until she could have time to think. After all, this party of five persons had to live together for some weeks. “No,” Bob answered, “It's not Indian make. Not like the weapons of any tribes in th. past few centuries, I'm sure. They had a definite pattern for stone hammers, tomahawks and the like. "fhe grooves in this one, which held the rawhide, were different. The shape was unique. And the rawhide was strangely fresh!” He shook his head at the mystery. When supper was over that night, talk about the castle was resumed. Only Honey Bee said nothing. Washing the dishes, she hovered near enough to hear, however. “I'm still guessing about the entrance to that castle, too,” Bob repeated. “Those people were farmers. They simply had to go up and down often. I'd give a lot to solve that riddle.”

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OBODY had any suggestions. They had threshed it out before, without results. When 9:30 came the entire party went to bed. At breakfast, Bob had already been up two hours, making entries in his notebooks, and outlining work for the days to come. “First thing, Uncle Hades,” he addressed the others, “You'd better take the pack mules to the spring and bring back all the water you can. Take it easy. It's a 12-mile jaunt, you know. . “Holliman, I think you'd better cut some more poles and construct wider and more permanent bunks in our tent houses here. Make Miss Lane's and Honey Bee's first. We'll need comfortable beds. You might make a chair or two, and a larger table, if you have a knack for it. We may be here for weeks.” ” ” = OLLIMAN went out to start for the necessary poles, and Mary Melissa went toward the corral to saddle her horse and take a ride. Holliman saw her there alone, and angled across the area, carrying his ax, to speak with her. Might as well get on with his hired lovemaking. Besides, after due consideraay he was liking the idea very

She welcomed the |

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T= get the car and drive you | down,” she said contritely. | “It’s the least I can do for startling |

| you!” He waited until she stole in | | the back entrance to the grounds | and let the car roll down the hill

| to the road before she started the motor. For a mile or so he seemed lost in thought. “What were the tears for. if I may ask?” he inquired bluntly. “Pretty girls like you shouldn't be | going around bawling all over the | place!” Annette decided she | wouldn't be haughty about it. “It's that family of mine!” she confessed. “They think they have me right where they want me, only they haven't.” ; | “And that cryptic remark adds] up to just what?” the young man

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. If a Protestant happens to be in a Catholis hospital, how would he address the nuns there? 2. When speaking to a Catholic priest, how does one address him? 3. Is it correct to call a minister “Dr. Forman” if he does not have a doctor's degree? 4. Is it necessary to send expensive flowers to express one's sympathy? 5. Is it important to be on time at a funeral?

What would you do if— A death occurs in the family of a good friend— (A) Call immediately and offer your services? (B) Telephone and sympathy? (C) Wait until after the funeral to call? = =

offer

Answers

1. Simply as “Sister.” For instance, “Good morning, Sister.” 2. “Father” David.” 3. No. 4. No. A note shows just as much thought and concern. 5. Yes.

Best “What Would You Do” solution—(A) But follow (©)

or “Father

be cute if I managed him!” The young man grinned boyishly. “That's not a bad idea, it seems to me. What's the matter with him— don’t you like him?” Annette snorted disdainfully.

to marry

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* OW do I know? I never met him. And I wouldn't even have suspected the scheme if I hadn't overheard father and mother talking about it. I absolutely refuse to be a party to it at all!” “Now, wait a minute!” the passenger commanded. “Maybe you're going about this the wrong way. Maybe I can help you, too. All you have to do is to pretend to fall in with the idea. Then you can come down and spend all your time with me getting my boat in shape. What say?” Annette considered this thoughtfully. “It's worth a trial. This pampered son of the great Reardon isn't due at the lake for a week anyway!" “You can do a lot of thinking in a week” the young man pointed out, wiping a blob of machine oil from his cheek. “And just to make things chummy, you can call me Bud.” Annette took one hand from the wheel and held it out. “I'm Annette, the new apprentice seaman!” she announced solemnly. “If my father comes down looking for me, I'll hide and don’t forget that you've never seen me!” Bud promised.

”

u 8 8 WEEK sped by magically for Annette. It had proved to be a lot easier than she had expected because her father spent all his time fishing or in town. Her mother was busy contacting all the people in the desirable set and laying social plans for the summer. It left Annette pretty much to her own de-

vices. Bud had treated her as he would a fellow, a very dumb and inexperienced one. At, first she had smarted under his candid opinions of her ability and clumsiness around the boat, but she soon decided it was rather nice. It removed the necessity of keeping up a defense as you had to do with most young men. She was overside in the dinghy with a paint bucket and brush when Bud came on deck. “Better do a good job, youngster, it's your last!

| Tonight you go to meet your fate | at the dance the Reardons are giv-

ing.” Annette drew her brush carefully along the side.

“Will you be sorry?” she inquired.

| “I mean, about my not being able

to come down here any more?” Bud laughed and leaned on the coaming of the cabin. ” td ” - OU'VE been a bother,” he pronounced. “I'll be glad to get rid of you for a while!” Annette couldn't tell whether he was kidding or not. She hoped not—it would at

she had at least one friend around some place. . . . Deliberately Annette took her time dressing for the dance. Her father was fuming while he drove them over to the Reardons’ place. It was Annette who did the fuming when she was introduced to the scion of the family and he bent gallantly over her hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were Daniel Reardon?” she exploded when he had managed to steer her out on the porch some time later. “Letting me say all sorts of silly things about you! I hate you!” Daniel Reardon, the younger, grinned familiarly. He looked different without the greasy jumpers and cap—nicer.

“I enjoyed getting a new slant on myself,” he affirmed. “Anyway, now we both know where we stand, without any formality. Do you suppose I could persuade your father to permit you to come down to my palatial craft tomorrow morning? I'm going to give it a test!” Annette leaned closer in the semidarkness. “You know, I honestly think he might,” she confided as his arms went around her. “Sometimes he does have some awfully good ideas!”

THE END

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least be comforting to know that |

prisoned on the nest, in a cavity lin a tree-trunk. Apparently they gradually plaster up the entrance ! by the use of their excrements, until ! only a small aperture is left through {which the male supplies her and "her offspring with food until the young are nearly full-fledged. In captivity the male bird has been observed to disgorge at intervals the lining of his gizzard in the form of a bag, and it is supposed that the food supplied to the female during her term of captivity is enclosed in this structure.

Q—Where is Black Friars, how did it get its name? A—These are well-known districts in London and Glasgow, named from the fact that Dominican monasteries were located in these places. Dominican monks wear black mantles over their white habits.

Q—What liquids, expand on freezing? A—Some cast iron (high silicon and high carbon irons), pure antimony, pure bismuth, bismuth-lead alloys containing more than 50 per cent bismuth, and antimony-lead alloys containing more than 75 per cent antimony

. Q—What is the name of the young pitcher who tied Dizzy Dean's single game (nine innings) strike-out record? A—Bob Feller of the Cleveland Indans, who struck out 17 Philadelphia batters on Sept. 13, 1936.

Q—What is the meaning of the surname Tolley? A—Son of Bartholomew, English from Hebrew, meaning “warlike.”

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YOUR HEALTH

By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor OT only baldness itself, but the very pattern of the baldness is hereditary. In some families, the hair begins to disappear at the temples and the baldness develops toward the center and top. In other families, baldness begins with a round spot at the top of the head and spreads toward the edges. There are some races, such as the

Eskimos, in which baldness practically never appears. A family in the Transvaal was described in which all the men in three generations became bald at 21 years of age or younger, whereas all of the women had abundant hair. Baldness was known in Biblical days and among the ancient Greeks. Incidentally, hairlessness in animals is not uncommon—the hairless dog of northern Mexico being a conspicuous example. Apparently this trait is inherited to such an extent that mixtures of hairless dogs with normal dogs gives only half of each kind in the progeny. ” ” ” HE theories as to the causes of baldness beyond the hereditary effects are innumerable. Out of the idea that baldness is caused by interference with the circulation of the blood in the scalp have come in-

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numerable notions with associated | those who wear soft hats or caps treatments. only have any less baldness than

Thus, there is the theory that] those who wear stiff hats. the wearing of hard hats like the | Finally, those who go without hats

entirely as seems to be the custom derby and the topper stops the |yith many men nowadays, also have

circulation to the scalp and brings | just about the same share of balde about baldness. Actually, young | ness. men do not begin to wear this type | Indeed, some specialists in dis of hat until they get older and just | eases of the skin are convinced about reach the age where heredi-|that extreme exposure of the skin tary baldness begins to appear. to sunlight is bad for the hair. Of There is no evidence that the boys | course there are some who ineat Eton College who wear stiff hats | sist that it is good for the hair. This while very young get bald any

means probably that it does not earlier than boys of other colleges.

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