VANCE
MYSTERY
SOLVED
By LILLIAN MACDONALD
Sromnomn RRR RR
(© by D. J. Walsh.)
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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.
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depend on these tablets,
Genuine Bayer
not depress the heart.
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mice but } less to
poultry or even b
rat and mouse ex
druggists on moni
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rats Chems Wis. Patehop
connec
hair soft & uffy. 50 cents by mail or at
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From the time you make the firs
they begin to fade | i
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A copy of Beauty Sex rets FRE}
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clear up any
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Signature on the package.
and constant bac
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s at the first »i
= Use Doan’s
where.
relieved me of all these
Doan's.”
in the small of my back and
dizziness were simost 4 daily gecutrence. The
con handiy about. Doan’s Pills, however,
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