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TUX STOBY SO FAB: Jeff CurtU
ud Ms vita, Lee, in lire Id; on their
why to Tferrs Libre when Jeff re
ceived h sou front Zore Mitchell ni?
lac them hot to come. It ll toe late to
tore back, to Jeff decldei tot to tell
Leo, who wee opposed to their retara
lac to the tropics. She Shelly screed la
CO ealy after Jeff had persasded her
Skat the Job of chief eaciaeer for a
newly erfanlxed trait company Is the
(Aaaee at a lifetime. Me nearly Chanced
Ms set mind a beat colnc after talklaf
leas distance to Jerry Mclaals, a former
associate of his la Tlerra Libre, who
tpld him that Zora Mitchell's hesband
had been killed. It U Mitchell's Job that
Jeff has been called to Sll. They are
docktac sow at Cabesa de Necro, Jeff
"Sf-I of Bora's note, "Don't come."
~ NOW CONTINUE WITH THB (TOBY
CHAPTER H
Don't cornel And here he was with
Lee in the curve of his arm. Buddy
and Chuck tugging at his trousers,
with Tierra Libre rising up out of
the morning sea, the buildings of
Cabeza de Negro taking shape. His
arm unconsciously tightened about
Lee.
Long before they drew close
enough to make out details of the
sturdy new docks and receiving
sheds they saw the motor launch
cutting along the coast as though
to intercept them. It, too, was head
ed for the port, and at last Curt
recognized the figure standing in the
cockpit.
He yanked off his hat to wave it
wildly.
"Jerry, you old muckle-head," he
shouted. "I might've known you'd
come down to meet us."
"Yeh, got your wireless you were
coming through Cabeza. Hiya,
Curt. Hiya, Lee," called the stocky
man in the launch. "It's good to
see you folks again. Where're the
kids?"
Curt and Lee each picked up a
child and stood him on the broad
rail. Buddy, from his new vantage
point, piped up: "Mummy, what's
a muckle-head?"
"A muckle-head, darling," she an
swered gravely, "is your Uncle Jer
ry down in the little boat. See?"
There was no opportunity (or dal
lying here. The launch drew away
and by the time the Pisces warped
up to the dock Jerry Mclnnis?leath
ered face, close-cropped hair,
weather-stained clothes?was wait
ing for them.
A dockhand delivered a message
from Senor Montaya on a company
briefhead. The senor had been de
layed in getting down river to meet
them but would reach Cabeza in
another hour or so.
"That one of their river boats?"
"Yep. They have two. But we
can talk later. Curt." Jerry scooped
up the children, one in each arm.
"Let's find a more comfortable spot
for the wait. Lee, you're looking
great! If I didn't know better I'd
guess you were twenty. Hard to
believe these are yours. Marta
sends her love and can't wait to
see you."
Mclnnis, chuckling, nodded from
Curt's piled luggage to his own j
launch boy, and the mestizo imme
diately took possession to stand
guard. Then the Associated man
led the way from the dock to the
one main street of the town. There
were signs of recent construction.
The new company was booming the
village.
'"niat's a good dock they've
built," Curt said. "I suppose Mitch
ell did it?"
"Sure."
Just the one word, and it sounded
strange. Clipped and odd, for Mc
lnnis. Curt threw his friend a side
long glance.
"Looks like they're really going it
big here."
Associated Fruit Growers?where
Curt and Mclnnis, fresh from
M. I. T., had their first years of
practical engineering ? stretched
along the north bank of the Rio
Negro, a hundred kilometers or
more of banana plantations in an
almost unbroken line. These were
fed by a narrow-gauge railroad, and
there was one handling of fruit from
farm pick-up platforms to conveyor
belts at shipside.
But the new Compania Agricola
Tropical, south of the Negro, had
inore of a problem. It wasn't pos
sible to run a railroad through to
the sea. Salt marshes lay between
their concession and the coast and
made it necessary to handle fruit
by rail from farm to river port, and
by steamer or lighters from there
to Cabeza where ocean vessels could
pick it up. Not so good, two han
dlings of perishable fruit. Costly,
too. And the delay and expense of
Wauling construction materials up
river was sharp in Curt's mind.
"Well, here we are."
Mclnnis stopped before a small
cantina, the facade a blinding, bil
ious green in the raw sunshine. Mc
lnnis put the boys down, led them
toside. Lee and Curt followed.
"It's nearly lunch time," Mclnnis
^ remarked. "Shouldn't the kids be
fed, Lee? You know what the cook
tog is like here, but we can proba
bly get canned soups."
Lee smiled.
"I don't need a brick wall to fall
on me. Go ahead, you two. Have a
drink. I know you have plenty to
talk over. I'll drag out my rusty
Spanish and get along."
The men turned to the deserted
bar at the end of the room, mount
ed uncomfortable stools and ordered
gin rickeys. While the native bar
tender mixed them nearby, Curt
made conversation.
"Jerry, it'll cost so much to pro
duce and ship fruit here that 1
don't see how these people can hope
to compete with Associated. Not
without a subsidy, and Tierra Libre
does not grant subsidies."
Mclnnis grunted.
"Well, that's their business."
"Of course," Curt mused on, "it's
a pretty slick hoanbre who could
put anything over on Old Man
Moore. I could give even money
the Old Man figures they'll go broke
getting into production, then plans
to bid in and take over the conces
sion cheap. Maybe throw a bridge
across the Negro and handle the
fruit once from pick-up to the dock
at Soledad."
Mclnnis grinned, but said noth
ing. The bartender placed the drinks
before them, then left to lend a hand
in the kitchen lean-to.
Alone now, and with a 'furtive
glance to be sure Lee was occupied
with the children, Curt pulled forth
Zora Mitchell's letter. He spread it
open before the other, and his face
was serious, his voice low.
"Jerry, what've I got into?"
Mclnnis read the note, refolded
it, slid it back to Curt. He frowned.
He took a long pull at his drink.
"All right, Jerry, out with it,"
Curt spoke again. "What's up?"
"Well, Curt," his friend said final
ly, "my reason for coming down
to the coast to meet you wasn't
altogether social. But now I'm here,
I have my doubts. There's noth
ing I can put a finger on." He
paused.
"Come on, pal, we know each oth
er's first name. Spill it."
It came out slowly and in pieces.
"Well, Curt, I can't help feeling
there's something fishy about your
new outfit. They have more men
on their payroll than we have, for
instance, Americans as well as na
tives, trying to get things set be
fore the next rainy season. That's
all right. But Soledad's the only
live spot?such as it is?within their
range. You couldn't call Cabeza a
satisfactory place to liven a fellow
up over a holiday.
"So?well, damn it all, you'd ex
pect that gang to come to Soledad
once in a while. But no one ever
does. The two Swedes and the
Dutchman I told you about are the
only ones who ever get to Soledad,
and that's only on business, to super
vise receipt of shipments.
"And they don't talk! We tried to
get up a ball game with your people
once. No go. It's as though this
Montaya was afraid his men'd spill
something to our advantage. And
that's carrying the rivalry theme a
bit far for this business and this
country. I?well, you see how vague
it is, only a feeling ..."
Curt reflected. He pushed his
glass around in circles on the bar.
"Ever get over to the new plant
ing yourself?"
"No," grinned Mclnnis. "That
wouldn't be etiquette. The Old Man
paid them a courtesy visit once,
but we're rival outfits. If I went
over they'd think it snooping. All
the dope I've had on them is picked
up from natives. You know how
stuff gets around.
"And that leads right into what I
really came down here for. It was
especially to?uh, warn you. But, he
held up his hand, "don't ask me
against what. I don't know. That
note from Zora Mitchell?I'd talk to
her as soon as I could. Sounds like
she knows something."
He held an uncomfortable silence
for a moment. Then:
"I got hold of a rumor after you
called me several days ago. There's
no evidence, mind you, and it was
too late to stop you by cable. WeH,
the natives working for me have
their own ideas about Mitchell's
death. They say it was no native
did the job, but a couple of white
men. But Curt," he expostulated,
"you know no white man would hack
a guy to pieces the way Mitch was
found."
Curt thought this out.
"Huh, unless it was to hide the
fact that it was a white man's kill
ing. And suppose it was a white
man, Jerry, or a couple of themT
So what? Old Mitch knew his job,
but he certainly piled up enemies.
You and I know that well enough.
He made engineers out of us, first
iob out of college, but we got plenty
bruised in the process. Men with
less sense of humor than we have
can't take the treatment he dished
out."
Curt pulled at his drink reflective
ly.
"You didn't give me any details,"
he mentioned after another mo
ment.
"There aren't many. A track
walker found him early in the morn
ing?fortunately before the buzzards
did. Let's see, the 11th, it was.
About a kilometer outside of Tern
pujo, in a ditch by the track. The
damn zopilotes were wheeling over
head, so he got the section handcar,
loaded the body onto it?"
"The 11th?" interrupted Curt.
"That's the date of their letter to
me! They didn't waste any time.
Wonder how they picked a man so
quickly?"
"Well, the date's correct. I re
member because we had an early
evening dinner-dance on the Tekla
at Soledad the night before Mitch
was found. And the Tekla pulled
out for Cristobal about 9:00 p. m.
on the 10th."
"It did!" exclaimed Curt softly.
He looked at Mclnnis. "Their let
ter to me was dated the 11th, but
air-mailed from Cristobal on the
12th. Didn't notice that discrepan
cy at first. When I finally did, I fig
ured the letter either made a plane
to the Canal Zone, or was misdated
in error."
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ma from Soledad?direct. Course,
it's less than two hours by air to
the Zone, but I doubt they'd make
the flight just for a letter. Any
way, I know a messenger from Tem
pujo brought mail to the Tekla just
before it sailed. Came as our party
was breaking up and going ashore."
"Then the chances are the letter
to me, dated the 11th, was put
aboard the Tekla which sailed the
10th. Actually mailed before Mitch
was found murdered. Right?"
"By God, Curt, that's sol" Mc
Innis brought his palm down on the
bar. "Mitch was killed some time
after dark on the 10th and discov
ered early on the 11th."
"Meanwhile . . ." Curt fell silent,
then looked up keenly. "The two
Swedes are white men."
Mclnnis frowned. "And there are
plenty more white men where you're
going. No, Curt, the Swedes are
not what we'd want for bosom pals,
but we've no right to jump to con
clusions. Besides," he dropped the
scowl and grinned, "I did some
checking up myself. Had my motor
boy ask questions here and there.
The Swede made the run from Tem
pujo to San Alejo late that after
noon, while Mitch was staying in
Tempujo overnight."
Another silence fell between them.
Then Curt spoke harshly.
"Jerry, there's more here than
meets the eye. If Mitch's killing
was a grudge payment, then, Tierra
Libre being what it is, there's lit
tle we can do about it. Nothing, in
fact. And there's nothing for me
to worry about. I don't make ene
mies like Mitch did. But if there's
more behind it . . ."
Mclnnis heaved a sigh.
"Curt, be careful I Don't mount
any white charger over Mitch. He
asked for it. He's been asking for
it for years. And you've got Lee
and the kids here now. But if?well,
I don't have to say it, but if you
find you're in a spot, call on me."
They downed the last of their
drinks and swiveled to face the
room. But before rejoining Lee Curt
brought up another matter.
"By the way," he said slowly,
studying his friend's face, "I saw a
destroyer headed for Soledad this
morning. American, I suppose?
looked like ours. Any particular
reason for it?"
"No. The country's quiet as a
church meeting. Dr. Arecas only
one step removed from being a dic
tator, sure, but a good one. Seems
to be what the people need, they're
satisfied. He's solidly entrenched,
too, there's no opposition to speak
of. But . . ." He paused.
"Well?"
"Well, we had a Navy visit only a
couple of weeks ago, and they cer
tainly aren't scheduled to stop in
again so soon." He added, in a puz
zled tone, "Funny I didn't see the
ship as I came down the coast."
"You were pretty low in the wa
ter and they were some distance
off."
"Huh. Well . . ." He shrugged.
They started across the room to
rejoin Lee and the boys. Mclnnis
dug his Angers into Curt's arm.
"See Zora Mitchell, Curt, first
thing you get to San Alejo. But only
to find out if you have anything
personal to guard against," he said
insistently. "Don't borrow trouble.
You're a family man now. What's
more, the family's right here with
you."
"Yeh, I see what you mean," Curt
answered dryly, his eyes on Lee
and the children.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
"There'* nothing I can put a fin
ger on."
Smart Accessories Give Even
Your Old Clothes New Beauty
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
? ^
ITS patriotic to be budget-saving
1 in dress during these challenging
war times, which mind you, in no
wise means that one should sacrifice
attractive appearance in practicing
economy. On the contrary, one of
the greatest services American
women can render during these
strenuous times is to be cheer
radiating and inspirational in the
matter of becoming dress.
More and more women of keen
fashion insight are realizing the wis
1 dom of investing in one or two really
worthwhile goodlooking costumes
made of dependable materials of
sterling quality that are smartly
styled with utmost simplicity rather
than to acquire a lot of shoddy
clothes that never seem the right
thing to wear to the right place.
However, the goodlooking suit or
dress tells but half of the dress
story. The other half is told to one
important word?accessories! It's
amazing what magic lies to a flat
tering hat, important jewelry items,
a dramatic use of colorful gloves
and belts and bags, to a bright
printed handkerchief, or a spectacu
lar show of intriguing buttons on
what might otherwise seem a hope
lessly plain dress or suit. There
really is no more potent way to
chase away an inferiority complex
about the dress than the acquisition
of flattering accessories.
If you want to know the "last
word" in high-fashion jewelry, it's
gilded sterling silver. To guarantee
yourself a possession that will turn
your simplest black frock into an
eye-impelling costume, treat your
self to a set of gilded sterling silver
jewels designed by Monet as shown
to the right above to the illustration.
The bracelet, the clip or brooch,
each item is so light yet has that
expensive look that makes them real
conversation pieces.
The tall, sculptured crown and the
dramatic brim of the hat worn with
this Jewelry tells the story of smart
millinery for fall. The elegant, ini
tialed suede bag is a masterpiece
that is perfectly attuned to the pa
trician pace set by the entire ac
cessory ensemble.
You can count on buttons to carry
gown and coats and blouses to dizzy
heights of style distinction. There's
nothing smarter this season for but
tons than silver, and you can use
them to your heart's content for
there is no ban on silver. For the
buttons that go meandering down
the front and over the pockets of
the suit shown to the left above La
Mode has molded luck into the ster
ling silver cloverleaf pieces. These
gleam effectively against their dark
background. The suit you plan
to wear another season can be given
a new look with silver buttons.
Below to the right in the group
is one of those winsome frocks done
in pastel wool that young girls re
gard as perfect to wear under their
new nylon fleece coats. Note the
artistry of its stunning large but
tons.
The stunning hat shown below to
the left in the picture is made of
finely pleated and intricately manip
ulated crepe. A band, Egyptian in
design and studded with colorful
stones is a color delight. The flow
ers on the 'kerchief by Burmel pick
up the bright hues of the jewel-stud
ded hat band, and the color scheme
of costume is perfect. This flower
splashed "hanky" is pure linen, and
that's something to brag about these
days.
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Fur-Trimmed Suit
Just one fur-trimmed suit after
another is the prediction for this
fall and winter. Suitable for the
rather dressy occasion, this soft suit
of novelty worsted, made from 100
per cent napthalated wool, is a fore
runner of a fashion that is gaining
momentum as the colder autumn
days approach. Fox fur forms the
deep collar and pouch pockets. The
skirt is pleated at the front to give
the new slimming lines. Pockets
of fur such as beaver or the spotted
pelts are smart on bright colored
wool coats and dresses. The fur
bow neckline Is also an outstanding
favorite.
Quaint Trimmings
Recall Past Era
Many of the quaint trimming ef
fects that were the pride of our an
cestors in the early Victorian days
and which we find so faithfully re
corded in daguerreotypes have been
revived In the present fall modes.
This is notably so in the way edges
of dresses, coats, capes and blouses
are being finished off with animat
ed little dangling balls and fringes
of varied types. Designers are us
ing cunning bead ball trims and lit
tle balls of cord formation, also of
wool yarn, and even velvet-covered
balls dangle along the edges of
yokes, shoulder epaulettes, scarfs
and from drawstring bags and about
the brims of hats.
Back into the fashion picture, too,
have come wee fur tail trims, and
quite a little bead fringe Is being
used. Other trims that are in the
news include bows galore and vari
ous demure and quaint uses of rib
bon. Touches of knit and crochet
abound as a trimming feature, and
there are some interesting things
being done with crocheted metal
thread.
The beadwork and sequin em
broidery that is being done this sea
son reveals many new and artful
uses, with special enthusiasm shown
for all over nailhead studded effects.
Temperamental
Watch hemlines! They are grow
ing very temperamental. They dip,
they slash, they take upon them
selves deftly scalloped or saw-tooth
edges, and they capture ruche ef
fects and revel in fringe embellish
ment. They indulge in band em
broidery treatments, and they some
times achieve drape effects that give
them grace and new distinction.
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UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
Sunday i
chool Lesson
Br HAROLD L. LUHDQU18T. D. D.
Of Tbc Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.
(Released by Waster? Newspaper Union.)
Lesson for October 18
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se
lected and cony righted by International
Council of Religious Education; used bar
permission.
GBOWTH IN CHBIST
LESSON TEXT?Luke 2:4052, ? Petof
1:14.
GOLDEN TEXT?But (TOW In (nee. end
to the knowlcdsc of our Lord and Saviour
Jeaus Christ.?? Peter 9:1*.
Growth is a normal tiding. We
expect It of the child, and when it
fails we know that something is
wrong. Just so there is something
very decidedly wrong in the life of
the Christian who fails to grow in
grace. If a child fails to grow we
are alarmed, but if a Christian does
not grow we hardly notice it, cfr at
most only express our regret. We
need a revial.
I, Normal Children Will Grow
(Luke 2:40-52).
While Christ was God manifest in
the flesh, He was at the same time
true man, and as a boy He devel
oped and grew in a normal way.
Unless we meet the tragedy of ar
rested development we need have
no concern about the fact that d
child will grow physically, mentally
and spiritually. The Lord has
placed in the babe in a mother's
arms the potential qualities of the
man or woman to come. Our chief
responsibility is to provide the op
portunity for the development of
those abilities and qualities which
the child has, and of guiding that
growth in the right direction.
i nai is til a parent nas 10 ao, nut
it is enough to call for all the wis
dom, Judgment, patience and skill of
the best of us. Yes, and even that
is not enough, we need the wisdom
of God and His grace upon our lives
to do this vital work as we ought.
The qualities in a boy or girl
which will count gloriously for God
may be dreadfully effective for
Satan if we permit him to get con
trol of our children. May God help
us to be alert and skillful in rearing
our boys and girls.
While it is true that we can do
more for the guidance of physical
and mental growth than spiritual
(because that is a matter of the
grace of God), we can lead the steps
of the little child to the house of
God; we can teach him to pray
and to trust God, and we can set an
example of godly living before him.
That is all we can do; but again we
say, it is enough to demand our best
effort and more.
n. Normal Christians Win Grow
(H Pet. 1:1-8).
In Christ there are "all things that
pertain unto life and godliness."
There is no need of some added ex
perience, or some new and striking
enducement, for all the unbelievably
great possibilities of Christian grace
and growth are in Him. We need
only to recognize that fact and yield
to Him, and there will be the full
development of Christian life and
experience.
We have, in practice, ao far de
parted from the normal in Christian
life that we can hardly believe that
the above is true. In place of the
normal Christian life according to
God's standard, we have established
a standard based on the average
Christian life. If we equal it we
are satisfied, and if perchance we
surpass it we count ourselves among
the "more spiritual" ones. And all
the time the average standard is
far below the normal Christian life
which God not only expects, but is
ready to enable and empower us to
live.
Peter tells us in this passage that
the great and precious promises of
God in Christ are not only to enable
us to escape the corruption of this
sinful world, but to go on to a place
where we will neither "be barren
nor unfruitful" Christians. How will
this come about? Verses 5-7 tell us.
Faith supplies in Itself (rather
than "add to," v. 5), if there is
"diligence" (that is, true Christian
devotion), a number of other splen
did qualities. First comes "virtue"
?really moral courage, or nobility
of character. What a fine step for
ward ! Then comes "knowledge,"
that is, a discernment which will
give practical skill in effective daily
living for Christ. Such spiritual dis
cernment will naturally lead to
"self-control" ? something much
needed by most Christians.
The self-controlled one will always
have "patience," that is. the en
durance to stand every hardship and
trial. We need to be more patient
not only with others, but also with
ourselves, even in this matter at
Christian growth of which we are
speaking.
A life like that is a life of "godli
ness," which will blossom out into
real "brotherly kindness." There
isn't too much of that in the world
today, even among Christians. Let's
revive ttl Then what? The ana
who loves his brother will love the
whole world (charity, in v. 8, should
read "love"). Why not? Are we
not all brethren, who know Christ,
regardless of race, position or
creed?
Let such virtues "abound" (v. ?),
and no Christian life will lack in
rich fruitfulness for God in Christ.
If Christian people would let the new
life within them grow, it would sur
prise us .and them what God would
do through them for His own glory.
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A NY dining room may be made
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cupboards, a little paint and to
expensive curtains. But what may
be done to bring a set of out
moded chairs up-to-date? The one
sketched at the upper right is typ
ical of many that are substantial
and sturdy though scarred by long
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Large button moulds are covered
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the button-up-the-back opening. If
you are not expert at mating
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