VANCE MYSTERY SOLVED By LILLIAN MACDONALD Sromnomn RRR RR (© by D. J. Walsh.) rai YOU don’t know Vance you have missed seeing a very pretty corner of the country. It Is forest land and one expects red men to part the sumaecs and tread the noiseless pathways. The town Is small and doesn’t speak of (itself as a city. There's one movie house—not a talkie, jut the pride of Vance is its Old People’s home, a truly beautiful build- ing and (what is more rare) well managed. Few of the old folks grum- ble, excepting just enough to keep them cheerful. They have to fall back on their rheumatism or their fanciful pasts. They have well cooked food and plenty of It, They even have (or had, I should say) a beauty. Mrs. Rosie Grant was exactly seventy-seven, had eighteen children, fifty grandchildren and a “great,” or so, all alive and all hand- some. Her husband had passed on at the trifling age of ninety, some years before. “I married an old man, but a good one,” she says, lightly, At Wayce farm lived the Wayce couple alone, for their children were all married. Then suddenly, without warning, Grandpa Wayce appeared, ex-soldier (in the Civil war), and a fine old fellow for his vears. “I do hope we can take proper care of him,” said Susan Wayce. “He looks strong, but you ean't be too careful of old folks. We must see he doesn't go out nights and catch cold.” Grandpa liked to be petted. He took the best chair as a matter of course, and was ready to Indicate exactly the parts of the chicken he preferred. He told the minister his church was too draughty for old fol He trotted to the circulating brary and found books to occupy his long days, “He's just a dear, and trouble!” execlal Henry Waye wns a shrewd observer of character, sald nothing. It was quite all right until grandp took to being out At first poor Susan She wanted to call and hav im sought for. Wayce shook his head. “Don’t you do that, Lite. IT know the Wayces, and grandpa Isn't like any other old man [I ever saw. You don’t know the Wayces. You know me. I'm not so much a Wayce as a Telfer. Dad sald I took entirely after ma, and you ought to be glad of it." He said no more, but At the same time Mrs. Mudd, ratron at the Old People's home, sadly disturbed In her mind. every one else, she loved old Grant, for that aged coquette had managed to hoax all kinds of favors from her, and it Is a fact that nothing wins the heart of a trained social worker so surely as to be gently im. posed upon. For four nights Rosie had not ap- peared at prayers, and when her room was visited she was not there, “I felt like the summer air would do me good,” was all the explanation given. “You know the rules, said the matron. Rosie dimpled, and gave a curions suggestion of tossed curls, although her silvery locks were thin and neatly pinned. “Now, Mrs. nights, terrified. the town ma was rshal jut Farmer looked eryptle. the was Like Rosie Mrs. Grant” Mudd,” she sald, “you lke us real well, and I enjoy this lovely alr, lesides, you like us to keep our windows open.” Mrs. Mudd sighed. “I'm glad she's an old lady,” she said to herself. “She must have been a handful when she was young.” Down at the Wayce farm Susan questioned grandpa. “Don’t you know yon might be killed by a motor car, running around at all hours of the night?” “So might you,” was the testy reply, and Susan forbore to remark she was always safely In bed around ten o'clock, herself, Then one night grandpa failed to re- port. Susan telephoned the police sta- tion and was told that the marshal already had his hands full because one of the old folks had disappeared from the home. Poor Susan began to ery. She loved old grandpa, and was sure “something dreadful” had happened. “Some crazy person is murdering the poor old folks, and they've killed grandpa,” she sobbed to Henry, “You don't know the Wayces,” he sald when he'd heard the story, and then he whistled, “I've a theory,” was all say, however, and he insisted that Susan undress and go to bed, doing that same thing himse'? The next day dawned a shade love Her than any summer day Susan had seen before. She felt a resentment that nature should Ignore human an- guishes and set the stage, as it were, for a joyous comedy when poor dear grandpa-—but, there! news was com- dng. Wasn't that mbtor car stopping right at the gate? She pushed a last hairpin into her halr and smoothed her dress, and ran downstairs. Henry, she saw, was approaching the arriving car with exasperating deliberation, She nearly fell over with surprise, , For out stepped grandpa in a new suit, and he handed out a woman with he would what was amazingly lke a pre.Civll war flourish—Susan had seen it In the movies, Susan gasped. “Well, if It isn't Rosle Grant!” she cried, “but how In the world did you two meet each other? Were you res. cued together or what?” “Rescued, indeed !” Rosie tossed her head, “I should not. Tell her, Brucie,” Rosie turned to grandpa, who looked a trifle sheepish, “This lady isn't Rosle Grant any more, She's Rosle Wayce. Now, don't get peevish, folks, You've treat- ed me fine, and I've liked being witn You real well for a visit. But a man likes his own home, after all, and my Rosie, here, finds the same, She can't get the pork and heans she's eraving where she's been staying, and she likes going out evenings in summer time the way I do. We have a lot of tastes In common. So we thought we'd get married. Now, I have a nice little bungalow, but there's some work to be done, 80 suppose we stay with you for, a few days, a honeymoon, like, and of course we're prepared to pay you. Only, no restrictions. We're old enough to know when to go In and out and what we can ent.” Henry Wayee looked at his wife, Far too dazed, she was, to speak a word, “Told you Wayces,"” he you didn't know the said trinmphantly. Tiny Tropical "Possum Sought by Scientists A tiny opossum no bigger th mouse, with nine little ones to her fur, was found bunch of bananas by a Waco, Texas, and turned over to the zoology department of Baylor univer. sity. Dr. G. E. Potter, head of the de- partment, reports the find In the mag- azine, Science. These tiny been reported grants a few specimen of the an a clinging hiding In a grocer In tropical have as banana-bunch lmmi. before, Lut this d opossums times Seems to set for the y traveling. Previously discovered have had two or three yo Doctor Pot. ter states that the mother size famil specimens only Ng ones WHS seen several times to run her sharp snout floor to her under one of her off n the and toss It ints spring « y the air and on back, where It dug i her fur hers, after Of on bunches males, suggests that an bered tends to hide | it is disturbed subsequently in trying to possibly It is quite likely that more of interesting little animals arrive In this country than are ever reported. Grocers may mistake them for mice and kill them. It that who- ever finds a tiny opossum-like animal fruit section of a delicatessen will take tpture it and send it ns possible to the nearest 200 1 usually with escape is hoped hiding in the gro- cery store or the trouble to c¢s2 as quickly college biology department or logical park. The Simpler Way Emil Ludwig, the German historian, said on his departure for Germany: “One thing I don't like about Amer. lea-—you have too many divorces, Why marry at all if you're going to di- vorce? “Why not emulate our modern Ger. man ways? Two modern German giris, Gretchen and Elsa, were lunch- ing in a restaurant when a waiter brought Elsa a note, Greatchen must have recognized the handwriting, for she said: “That's a Wienerwurst.' “Yes, dear’ sald gaged to the baron, “*'Oh, are you? was engaged to month.’ - Tae dear!" said Elsa, ‘1 whom bell marry eventually 7 note from Baron yon Elsa I'm en- you know.’ sald Gretchen, "1 him myself last wonder "” The Hunter Matthew Luce, Harvard's of morals, sald at a Boston the other day: “Morals, to the ultra-modern have a wrong, a degraded cance, The ultra-modern morals (8 like Wash White's hunting, “‘*Whar's director mind, signifi- you' paw? Mrs. Wash White asked her little son, when got home from Mrs. Pinckney Dab ney's kitchen in the evening and found Wash missing, “'He gwine huntin’' sald ‘He gwine huntin’, an’ de ‘taters an’ onions ready fo' stew In de mawnin'' * ‘Fine stew-—huntin', huh? teck de shotgun wiv him? “ ‘Nome; de dark lantern," Junior, he say ter git a fine Did he Voracious A voracious trout with a pair of false teeth he had picked up in the river, bit the bait of Lester Green and put up a terrific battle that dragged Green seven miles down the river, ace cqrding to the correspondent of the Waterbury (Conn.) Republican's Pros- pect. The battle occurred in Roaring brook near Bethany, Conn. The fish bit, and after the sgeven-mile trex down stream, Lester braced himself against a rock and pulled the line with all his strength. Suddenly something gave way and Lester fell back in the water and the trout disappeared. Ex. amining the line, Lester found he had hooked a perfect set of false teeth. It is thought the fish was using the false teeth to augment his own, Canl Learn NSEC I EOP to Fly? by William R. Nelson Gliding and Landing 6 Wei do takeoffs and landings You know how to take off and 1 want you to do It without my help,” sald my Instructor. “The landings will be easier than you think.” 1 had heard other students say how difficult landing an alrplane seemed at first, and 1 had misgivings about that maneuver. My Instructor appar ently sensed my fears and attempted to dissipate them. “Landing Is not a mechanical ma. neuver,” he continued. “But it is 2a nice plece of ‘feel’ flying you will pick up by practice. You take off and "ll tell you what to do as we come In Relax. Don't be so tense. I'll correct anything you do that's wrong.” My take-off was ragged, but with his help we got off and flew aroun the “pattern” at 1,000 feet, Just after we made the third turn he cut the motor to idiing, which was my signal to push the stick forward slightly and hold it there for the glide in. “Keep the down In gliding” he cautioned through the phones. “If the plane slows up noticeably the nose is not down far enough. That is dan. gerous. You may stall and ‘spin In’ If the plane picks up speed, your an- gle of glide i# too sharp.” He signaled for another turn, cenme confused and had to be in it. Banding the plane with {18 nose almed slightly downward In a glide was a strange experience. There was ns a guide to tell were, what ny nose 1 be helped uld use where we nothing 1 co me exactly angle of glide was, I was diving the when to come out f it whether or not ship too fast, or Aly instructor helped me straighten out and xs 8p in €¢ HIRI 0k “Start bring k back foot rom the Just ievel out si ing the stic glow- about twenty still back Some Not tO some more” AS the si tled onto irty-five I made he corrected, ¥ time mistakes, Coming Down Smoothly some trouble with the tn felt few corrections of the controls “Now see if you can put her down without my help this time,” my in structor spoke through the speaking tube as we neared the last turn toward the Jeld from 1.000 feet. “You are gliding fine. Keep the nose down well In the gliding turns Cun the motor (open the throttle) about every fifteen seconds when gliding.” My first glide in was smooth enoug to require no help. But as we neared the ground (at forty to fifty miles ap tour) he had to help me again. “Don't level out soon, Neer push the stick forward In landing. If you have pulled back too fast and the nose climbs, hold the stick still That old is heavy. It will come down agnin. See? It Jid come down. As it did | pulled the stick «lightly back and continued the movement, stopping only when the plane would climb slightly, By working the stick back, | was told iater, 1 was working the tall down to landing position. 1 conld tell when it was coming dowr hy watching the nose of the plane. If it seemed to come up Slowly and the plane did not gain altitude. | was working the stick back correctly. I' the plane lifted into the alr suddenly, | had pulled oack too far. It was ‘hen | had to hold the stick still for a second or two the plane settled down again And all the while we were slipping Just above the ground. “Notice that settimg feeling.” ms too Nose ed. "That indicates peed. When you loss of fying feel it you should {wo or three feet off of the If you are higlter you will ‘pancake’ in, and if too high you nny ‘wngh out’ the landing gear. Learn to feel the ship's movements as it lands” Around and around the pattern we went. Each time something or other was wrong with my landing. cach time my Instructor corrected my mis takes. And each correction brought a resolve from me to “do it right vext time.” ut "next time” Invi time's mistake was replaced with another There seemed to be 80 many things to reme.nber all at once, and things hap pened so quickly. (1930 Western Newspaper Union.) Location of Graves It Is a mistaken Idea that graves fre placed so they are not directly east and west, In modern cemeteries graves are located so that they con form to the paths leading through the cemetery, rather than to a cer tain point of the compass, Music of Highest Rank Classical music Is defined ux stand ard wusic ; music of first rank, written by composers of the highest order Music whose form and style has been accepted as suitable for a model to composers, THE PARTHIAN SHOT The word had just been spoken. The rejected suitor was standing before her, listening to her elaborate ex- planations of her decision, “1 trust that 1 have made sufliciently plain,” she sald, “Well, T would scarcely go so far” he answered, as his courage gradually returned. “It's only fair to give nature the credit for that,” he added, as he retired in good order.—Calgary Her- ald, myself PROPER KISSING In the Best of Families OO Rellly—Good morning, Mrs nan Dear, dear, 9 O'Redlly Wot was it—"eart Murphy~-No, my dear—police. yOu nev- Treasure! year-old Little Ha, quest i Jennie, “am I “No. head “Well,” as short are as You ned five as tall as you are dear,” was the reply comes to my continued Jennie. “I'm just as yon are, anyway. My feet far down as yours." waist ™ Always Hangiag Around Tillle (to young man passing by)— Hello, John! Millie—1Is his name John? father told me it was Mat. “Oh, no. Father just calls him that because he always trips over him at our front gate” WHY HE LEFT HOME Your “Men are men where I was born” “Is that why you left home?" Methodieal Finance It has bean thus for ages "Twill be thus for ages hence A few acquire the money, Others get experience. Rabbit's Foot Somewhere Seaman-—1 see where Miss Snick- peff has broken her engagement with Ensign Honghtester, 1 think he de served it, myself, Boatswain-—Me, too. The ensign's a good guy.—Army and Navy Journal Saving flusband-—But darling, economize, Wife—Exactly what I'm doing. I'm buying everything on credit.-——Cap- per's Weekly. we must Got the Days Mixed “Do you love me, Sadie?” “You know 1 do, Herman.” “Herman? Darling, my name's Max.” “Why so it Is! Forgive me, 1 keep thinking this Is Saturday."-Capper's Weekly. Handling the Traffic First Young Doctor—How's your practice? Second XY, D.~In the morning hard- ly anyone comes, and in the after noons the rush falls off a bit, | FEEL " day. bling tooth. 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