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mately 6:30 pun. The sun was still high in the heavens, for the month was June. What a glorious day it was!

When within sight of Grant's creek and the Halfway Tree, old Ben's progress was blocked by a snake fence thrown across the road. It puzzled the old-timer to lee a fence blocking the road, es- pecially as no one lived within miles of the place.

What could it mean? And who tollld‘ have done such a silly thing?

“Could he them thar spirits," he mused. "There's no telling what the critters might have in mind, perhaps a trick to’ catch me."

By this time he had reached the fence and was in the act of climb- ing over it when he heard the cry of s. woman's voice. It was no ordinary cry, but a piercing, anguished shriek that made the very hair upon his head stand up like the bristling mane of an angry

dog. "it's the ghost lady." said our hero under his breath. "Now,

what would she be doing. Raddlng about at this time of day?"

He was leaning against the fence and all of a. sudden it collapsed and sent him sprawling upon the ground.

But old Ben was on his feet in a split second, ready to defend himself against any enemy that might come near enough to cause him harm.

Suddenly the fence poles all stood on end and begun marching down the road like a company of soldiers. Ben rubbed his eyes in sheer amazement at the uncanny sight. There were exactly thirty in number and as he watched them a strange thing happened: each pole transformed itself into a giant with cap, cloak and shoes. Behind them, and forcing them forward by brandishing a great bull-whip, was the ghost of Barlow Road.

It was the first time Ben had ever seen her, but he recognized her at once from the description other: . had given. Yes, there- she was. l marching down the road before his ‘ Very eyes, her tall figure clad in ‘ that almost

a snowy white robe tailed the ground.

He looked to see whether hcr left arm was missing. It was.

The great wailing cry again pierced the stillness of that besu- tiful June evening and made Ben tremble from head to toe. How he wished he were safe In his own homo. The scene before him was getting on his nerves. And that awful cry was making him as jittery as a young colt in its first harness.

Was the piocession coming to- ward him?

He blinked his eyes as if It were a dream and stared \vildly down the road. He had seen right the first time: the thirty giants and the lady ghost were approaching at a slow pace.

Suddenly they left the road and, marching directly to the old pine tree, all vanished from sight.

The Halfway Tree has long since disappeared. as have Brenan's ta- vern and those who frequented it. Gone, too, are the evil spirits and the ghost lady; hut the legend, like Grant's creek, still exists.

The next story: "The Phantom Train.”

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tion, some valuable information on stomach oalncer Is made available.

The first point that is not to wait tutti advanced symptoms are pres- ent. That is fatal. Then is listed the findings of Dr. Squire sprlgge. New Forest Clinic, England, after an. alyning several hundred cases to learn the “cull” symptoms of ewmeeh cancer. They are:

1. An definite feeling of dis- comfort i the stomach, increased by taking food. the discomfort lasting most of the day but disap- pearing at night.

2. Same discomfort vdth belch-

of gas and bloating. Loss of appetite. particularly . for meat. l 4- PM“ or merely discouifort re- lated definitely to meals.

Dorothy Dix Says-

Elmsdole and I I Vicinity Rev. John l. Sheen was s rs- cent visitor to Bummerside.

Messrs. Leigh MacNeill and

am. a.’ n. 0mm». -s:

The many friends of Mrs. Ed- mund Kelly are pleased to know that she has been able to return to her home and wish her a speedy convalescence. '

Mr. Frank Callbeck and son

Wentworth Yeo motored to Sum- ‘M59911 m°t°F°d 3° Etmsdale 9n

merslde on Tuesday.

Mr. and Mrs. Claude MacNeiil were recent visitors to the West- ern Capital.

Mr. and Mrs. David Matthews were recent visitors to Summer- side last week.

The condition of Mr. George Matthews in the Prince County Hospital continues fair. It ls hoped an improvement will soon appear.

Mr. and Mrs. Merrill Dunn had as guests recently Mrs. Dunn's sis- ter. Mrs. Clara Coles and Mr. Coles of Clinton. I

The illness of Mr. Wilfred J. Gavin in the Western Hospital is deeply regretted by his relatives and friends in this community.

Mrs. Ralph O'Brien and young daughter, Tlgnish, were guests re- oently at. the home o! Mi‘. and

5. A feeling of tiredness, leth-

argy, with probmbly loss of weight the scene before anything was and moderate anemia (thin blood.) touched. the above room starkly.

"Any combination of symptoms appearing for the first. time in an individual of cancer age. and especially if there is loss of weight, tiredness, thin blood, must

panied by Mrs. Callback Ind littl! granddaughters, Donna and Judy.

Messrs. Horace and Gerald O'- Brien and Earl Wallace have re~ turned to their respective homes alter spending the winter months In Montreal. They also visited relatives in Toronto and Shaw- inigan Fails.

—'I‘he residents of this com- munity were shocked to learn of the destruction by fire to the store and its stock of Mr. J. D. John- ston on Saturday night. Were it not. for the assistance of the Alberton fire equipment and the local bucket brigade, the whole building would have been demolish- ed. Much sympathy is expressed to Mr. Johnston in his great loss, as the store was comparatively s. new building. '

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liis flash-bulbs lit the We were still at work in the fiat three hours later when a night- duty policeman, rain glistening on his cape, brought me a message

be considered as evidence of cancer from Detective - Superintendent

of the stocnach illl proven other- wise."

CANCER - rrs SYMPTOMS AND rnaamurrr

We should never forget. that cancer is curable discovered early, Send today for Dr. Barton's informative booklet entitled Cancer: Its Symptcms and Treatment." 'I‘o obtain it, just send 10 cents and a S-cent stamp, to cover cost of handling and mailirg. to The Bell Syndicate. in care of this news- paper, Post Office Box

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if you could manage it someway, you would be a maiden lady living an ordered and gracious existence in a small snug cottage, perhaps in the nearby village. Its kitchen would be llt by an open-faced cheerful stove, and candle light, where a drawn shade and curtains closed out the outside world with its cares and confusions-once Ton- aid put up the storm-windows and attended to the banking! I O O

IA busy happy week this one has been for the folks at Alderlea, with little time availing in which to complain, if we would. The days hasten us towards the Easter Sea- son and meanwhile in the lines of Edna Jacques‘ poem we “keep Lent" in our hearts.

I O “Let ms keep Lent with lilies white ss snow, - And gaudy tulips growing row on row.

Let me keep Lent with sacrifice and praise,

Cleansing my heart of little selfish ways.

Let me do penance for the sins I bear,

Naming them out to Thee for spe- cial prayer.

Buy bitter herbs and thin unlesv. ened bread, -

Sprinkle the threshold of my heart with red.

And let me go out clean f0 do my

p8!’ And keep Lent like s candle in my heart." " O

Until Monday

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It does seem that those lvho take the risk are entitled to make their

own mistakes.

For marriage is a matter of taste, and whether it is a

success or a failure depends upon whether one gets what he wants or

nots

WOMAN OVEBDOOKS TBUISM

m 2:1 of us have seen so many mother-made marriages that ended in e vorce court that we are stupid, indeed. if we do not realize that marriage is a pic in which Mother should never stick her thumb And that is a truism, dear lady, that you seem to have overlooked ' Your children are your children until they get husbands and wives and then they belong to strangers. They sre on their own, and it should be

hands off with you.

You have made the in... mistak r t i e k . oflrlyeer-old Ion from marrying the wbntiaan 2115.; a.\e;py<?i°‘ifa::l:;iyo Unforgivable things to her, and it has resulted in alienating him from

YOU.

It is a great pity, for it leaves you alone and desolate. And I

"Infill? ldvlw you i0 If? l0 Patch up some sort of a reconciliation

that will enable you, at least, to go

weakness. It is his love of horses.

to see the baby.

DEAR MISS DIX: My husband is a perfect dear, but he has-one

He likes to ride and train them.

He I8 50 Years old and says that is the only pleasure that he has an."

than trying to please me.

But I am nervous and get Jittery when h;

is out riding, and because I get upset he ha sold h] 1 h now he has a chance to buy it back again. I a pr u on“ Bu‘

Do you think I am justified in , account of my nerves?

is above rubies, and you should be

w grant him this relaxation.

tyrannical women. , i DEAR. DOROTHY DIX:

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you take such s drastic step as breaking with

Illvs s perfectly frank talk with him and see Itbiew problem! l-Ie seems a nice led and he - i _~ , and be willing to take your mother in ss

depriving him of this pleasure on A NERVOUS‘ WIFE.

ANSWER: You are one of the lucky women whose husband's price

ashamed of being so loll-contend

that you are willing to deprive him 0f the one diversion he has in life. Your husband loves horses; he enjoys riding. It adds immensely to his health and happiness, yet you are so selfish that you are not willing

You kill whatever pleasure he has in his rides by putting on erect’ about your nerves,.whlch are the alibi for thousands of selfish and

I am s girl of 18. trained to earn a good living and about to become engaged. But here is my problem: My father is dead and l have no family except my mother, and if I marry

- there will be nobody to take care of he; to whom I am very devoted. .

, I love my boy friend very much, but I have come to the decision that it Is my duty to stay with my mother and take care of her, because she hss scraped the bottom of her pocketbook all of hsr life t0 give n10 whet I wanted and needed for a happy, normal childhood. I hue to

bust this bu. yet 1 feel it is the only thing to do.

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"Would I come to in Sussex

George Yandell: investigate a murder

Gardens, Puddington?" I found myself asking wearlly: “Don't say it's another Ripper Job." The voice of the constable boomed up the stairs: “From information I have received, sir, it would ap- pear to be." ‘

The new victim was a Mrs. Doris Jouannet, also known as Doris Rob- son. She lay dead on the bed of another furnished town flat. Her superb black satin quilted dressing- gown, white lined, made everything else in the room seem shabby. Again, she had been the victim of a savage attacker.

In this case the killer must have worn gloves or been lucky, for there were no useful fingerprints. Doris Robson had a curious his- tory. As the 40-year-old matronly Mrs. Jouannet she was an efficient and qualified hotel manageress who breathed a dragon's fire of Indig- nant virtue upon the female staff. All of them, barmalds, chamber- maids, waitresses, had to be back at the hotel from their evenings off by ten o'clock.

“London streets." Mrs. Jouannet would say, "are no place for a girl after ten o'clock." .

Then she would'stalk majestical- ly home to her Paddnigton flat-to

in the city's night life.

Each new morning, haughty in black frock and starched white col- lar, she would again be righteously supervising her hotel staff.

They Dal-ed Not Venture Out

After the Jouannet murder, the newspapers were talking of a new "Jack the Ripper", and a fourth murder in five days.

Some of the leader-virriters won- dered what the police were doing about it. If only they could have seen the charred and ruined mid- night suppers that waited for me at home, all that week!

Not only the police and the news- papers were worried. For a week few women ventured out alone in the West End after dark.

In five terrible nights the mu - dered had done what 15,000 poilcg- .men had not been able t0 achieve in three generations. He had cleaned up the streets of London! At _the Yard we worked and waited. It was not merely a mat- te!‘ 0f Photographing fingerprints and putting them in the office pending tray until the murderer WI! 0803M. Those prints had to be used to catch him.

In the Fingerprint Department we have the complete prints of 1,- 500.000 convicted criminals. It takes Only a few minutes to compare any new prints and say if we have g dossier on the person who made it. But there is also a vast "Single Fingerprint" Section-and a furth- er assortment seldom numbering less than 20.000 items, n! print; and fragments of prints taken from

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the scenes of crimes and all being steadily matched up with each ar- rested or convicted person whose fingerprints may legitimately be taken.

We had that thumb-print from the tin-opener found with the mur- dered Evelyn Oatley. A left or right forefinger print on the handbag mirror. From the beer-glass and the glass candlestick I found a re- peat of a part of the thumb-print -—bsrely enough t0 identify — and prints of other fingers.

Pslnstaklngly, we pieced together the dominating pattern that ran through the hands of the Ripper.

Every print on the scene of every crime for miles around London. weeks before and on every occas- ion after thsss killings. were scru- tinized. Whatever held a hint of savagery was scrupulously investi- gated. Once I spent two hours on my knees in a public park seeking fingerprints of whoever had bru- tally killed a cat. We know the murderer was like a badly corked bottle of evil. spluttering cruelty beyond his own control.

The Woman Who screamed

Then a young woman came, dis- heveiled, angrily frightened, into the police station from Jermyn street. A fellow in R. A. F. unl- form had stopped her against the wall of an airvraid shelter. She struggled and screamed. He ran away, leaving a respirator case with name, rank and number stamp- ed inside.

Inspector Greene of the Murder Squad chec ed up. He traced the airman to t. John's Wood Depot. Within the hour, Aircraftman Gor- don Frederick Cummins, a good- looking young fellow with an at- tractive, unabashedly quizzlcal smile and dark hair that he was fond of combing, went to Brixton Prison for investigation.

As a routine hs was asked to give his fingerprints, and consent- ed blithely.

The prints cams to our depart- ment for research.

A young plain-clothes sergeant from the "Scenes of Crime" depart- ment csme up to the office where Superintendent Cherrlil and I worked, We sensed tension behind the elaborately casual manner in which he began: "These prints of Cummins, sir-they seem to check on seven or eight comparison points with those in the Oatley case!"

Cherrlll and l exchanged glances. We knew that a seven or eight- point comparison made it almost a mathematical certainty the prints were by the same hand.

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as if for CJ ’s parade. lie we! qulet. polite. self-posse d- l! I had not seen thoie unfor unste wo- men, been 'sure of the scientific impossibility over those finier- prints. . . . "

I "Murder" - n Was In no Book

roi- it seamed 11102641518 that "l" calm youth was London's - Century "Jack searched his billet-found the re- tton book of Mary Hamilton-tho victim in the air-raid shelter-hid- den behind a refrigerator.

For the sake of a few sweet oeu-

pqn], a few points for biscuits, Cummlns had kept that damninl yellow book that screeched "Mur- derl" to every invostlgatinl e!!- But for this childish Breed. ‘Ill killing of Mary Hamilton might have remained among London's un- solved crimes. That clinched II- We had a murderer on our handl- lt was not a sensational trial, at the Old Bailey. I was in court. Cherrlii gave evidence with U16 unassertivs steadfastnsss that ha! made hlrn the nlihi-ml" l?! d9‘ fending barristers. The only touch of colour came from the Three Girls Who Escaped- One st least should be grateful to Cummins, for he altered hsr whoie life.

"Eyes Like Little Windows of Roll"

She was called Rose. She was an attractive natural blonde of 19. with the most flawlsssl IIOWQPURQ complexion I have ever I89“- Si" came from the West Country. If"! had been in London for only a few months when she met Cummlns. the night after Evelyn Oatley was murdered.

Suddenly, the tawdry little scene turned to drama.

"Curnmins' eyes," Rose told me afterwards. "seemed to srvw bis and vacant and hellish, like a scornful cat." ~

Rose kicked at Cummins, who left her without a word.

After giving evidence at the trial, Rose went back to the West Country, and was never seen in the West End again.

Two ‘other women positively identified Cummlns" as a man they had met during the terror week. Each agreed: “It was his eyes that frightenedune."

“His eyes . . . they were like little windows of hall," said one girl, shuddering.

There was no hell in the re-

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