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9i t â- Â« MEM m Tea me in &ir wis ausp tRBAKtusr emiiAL, i cm^ do wmio(fT\ My neMioies*' -3^ Before I discovered All-Bran I was alwa5rs suffering from either constipation or harsh cathar- tics, and I don't know which was worse. Now I know a better way is to prevent it. For common constipation, due to lack of bulk in the diet, eat Kellogg's All-Bran regularly and drink plenty of water. All-Bran supplies the needed bulk and also intestinal tonic vitamin Bi. It's great to be 'regular' again." All-Bran is made by Kellogg's in London, Canada. Sold by all grocers. ALL-BRAN on YOUR OUNCE Of PREVENTION evsrv day Lost Kinsdom by OREN ARNOLD CHAPTER 1 „ The poatmaater at Blanco Can- yon peered over his spectacles in oi^er to study Robert Farry. "Looks like you'd oughta come in every week, young feller," he remarked. ''Here's a passel of it. More'n all the rest put together." Bob smiled in acknowledgment, bat his interest was centered on the armful <:i mail. There were nearly 20 magazines; two or three, concerning archaeology and prehistoric people, the postmaster had ftever heard of before. Sev- eral Sunday editions of New York newspapers added bulk. And neat- ly tied by the postmaster for con- venience was a stack of letters three inches high. Bob took these and grunted '•Hunh" in surprise. They were mostly long business envelopes, with typed addresses. They were not entirely unexpect- ed, but â€" "Yee! Yes ihl" Bob remember- ed to be cordial. "Guess I ought to, at that. But I have to ride horseback for 20 miles just to come in to Blanco Canyon. Can't you and Jim Farley arrange to send me rural delivery?" 'they laughed over the joke and Bob went outside. He stored the bulk mail in his car, then thumbed the letters. He opened the first one, and for the next half hour sat on the running board of his sedan and read his mail, oblivious of Arizona's autumn unshine which still retained much of its summer power. • • * Eight of the letters were an- swers to a long classified adver- tisement which he had mailed to New York newspapers a month ago. Of these, one instantly e.x- cited him: "Dear Dr. Bany: You have advertised for a part- ner to explore the ancient cliff dwelling or. your ranch. That sounds great; I think I am the partner you need. I will leave >Jew York day after tomoriow, and so should reach Blanco Cany- on, Arizona, l>y Tuesday, aecord- nigr to the schedule. I note your warning that we will be isolated in u wilderness, miles from any town. That won'r matter. I know older people think we younger ones can't be happy without a crowd, but 1 will ptovo it isn't so. My father was like that, too. You may have heard of him â€" Elworth C. Lane â€" because he went to Harvard too. Class o; 1898. Father didn't study archae- ology, though. (You see 1 know you are a Harvard graduate be- cause my Sawyers reported that. I had them investigate you before writing.) .^Iso I expect to do some of the work. I mean, somethin;; besides ju-st nuttinsr up the mon- ey. 1 know a Utile about arch- aeology already. .\nd Vm roaii- ing books. ISSUE NO. 12â€" '40 You can investigate me to be sure you are satisfied as to my financial rating. (My lawyers said you would probably want to do that.) I Miclose cashier's cfieck for $5,000, for good faith, and will pay the remainder when I arrive. 0>rdially yours, M. M. LANE. P. S. I will wait for you at the leading hotel in Blanco Canyon." Bob re-read the letter hastily, and in some alarm. He hastened back into the postoffice. "Say, Mr. Withers," he called to the postmaster, "when does that motor stage get in from Tucson ?" "Tuesdays and Saturdays. To- day's Tuesday you know." ''Yes, but what hour?" "Due 'bout 1 o'clock. They have grub here, you know, then go on toâ€"" "One o'clock! Jiminy! Well, it's lucky I came in today, else â€" " " 'Smatter, Mr. Barry? Bad news? You got to leave?" The postmaster was a friendly soul. "No, no! Nothing like that. Jusi happens a man, a man named Lane, is coming out from the East to see me on business, and is duo in today. I didn't expect him so soon.. In fact, I didn't expect him at all, until I could write around some. He sort of took me off my feet. But his letter reads sensibly enough, I suppose. He went on â€" " Delight To A Scientist Bob Barry halted his talk. The inslination of a man who has been alone for weeks at a time is to be highly sociable in town, but after all this was private busi- ness. "^-oh it's just a little land niuU ter," he evaded, and grinned good-naturedly at tlie pcstmastev. He began lihinkiuK rapidly. If this fellow Lane believed in ac- tion, as he obviously does, maybe I'd bettor snap into it myself, I5ob reasoned. This cashier's check proves it. "What a break!" lio whispered to himself in elalioii. It was belter luck than he had dared expect. The other letters, in re- .â- <ponse to the advertisement, were Micstly cagey, cautious. But here was money actually in hand, far more than he needed. He could go ahead, at once, witli a project that had intrigued him for almost a year. His scientist's mind was clicking delightfully now. He gave immediate thought to organixint: the party which could explore the cliff dwelling in the Monteauma mountain range. ''We'll need a ccok.'' ho rea- soned. "I'll go see old Three Hoi-s- es." We Need A Cook Thjoe Horses was an Indian who seemed to have lived forever, and who loafed eternally now a- round the village of Bianco Can- yon. He was wise in his way. "Need good cook," Bob Barry explained, patiently. "You ketch- urn me good cook. Three Horses. Savvy? Cook beans, bread, meat, everything outdoors. Me go long camping trip. You savvy? You send me Indian who can cook white man's grub. Ail right?" Three Horses wouldn't be rush- ed. He had to be primed with a cigar, a ba^r of candy, and tha purple silk neckerchief which 89b wore jauntily aruund his collar. But in the end he promised. "H«v8 the cook come to injr shack over there," Bob pointtd toward the distant hills, ".^d next time I see you, it's a dollar for you. Good cook. White man's grub. Hnny."' Bob next thought to begin buy-, ing provisions, but he decided to wait. Maybe this fellow Lane would have some ideas. At any rate he would be the financial backer, with a half interest in the entire proceeding. Courtesy at least demanded that he be con- sulted, since he was due so soon. What's Lane Like? Bob spent the remaining hour wondering what sort ot fellow Lane would be. His letter sound- ed a trifle â€" well, youngish. Hops the man isn't a dudish type. Or spoded rich. That wouldn't do so well in the outdoors. Bob wanted a partner who could work up an energy as well as an enthusiasm for this exploration trip. That old cliff dwelling â€" a remarkable pre- historic castle up 600 feet on the sheer side of a rock wall â€" was probably the most important rui.i ;n North America. It would take long, lonely weeks, but Bob felt that he might excavate it thor- oughly and solve the age-old prob- lem of what became of the cliff people. They were, indeed, a for- gotten race, a lost kingdom. No scientist knew what became of them. Any scientist would gain fame and wealth if he could learn the answer. It fascinated Robert Wilson Barry, called Bob. Dust down the highway herald- ed the coming of the motor bus, on time. Bob walked to the post- office, where it would stop. The driver threw out a bag of mail, and stood by the door to as- si.st one pas.senger out. Bob strain- ed to catch a first glimpse of his man, M. M. Lane. No man got off, however. Bob felt let down. He'd have to wait until next Saturday now, and ho had been thoroughly aroused about it all. His face turned long in disappointment. But then the lone passenger, a girl, came up to him. "Pardon me,"' she addressed Bob. "but is there â€" a hotel? The town is much smaller th-n I ex- pected." A suspicicn instantly struck Bob! He glared at her, almost fierce- ly. He fumbled with his hat. •'You â€" you â€" " he stammer- ed. "What's your name?" She smiled, rather beautifully but in amused surprise too. "Why, it's Lane. I'm Mary Me- lissa Latie. 1 am looking for a Dr. Barry, my business partner." (To Be Continued) Easter Oddities Good Friday was known to the Danes as Long Friday, because sermons of great length were piea'ched on that day. Bun E*tine is not a recent cus- tom. The first people to eat buns were the Egyptians, and the word "bun" is derived from "bous," a horned cake which was an effigy of their sacred heifer. The bun represented the moon and the cross its four quarters, and was worshipped by the Greeks, Ro- mans and Kgyptians. Throwing at Cocks was a pop- ular pa-stimc at Easter Monday fairs about 100 years ago. Men and boys stood some distance away and hurled heavy sticks at cocks, in the same way as they shy bt coconuts to-day. This bar- barous sport was a salve to their consciences, because the cock crowed thrice during the denial of Our Lord by Peter! Mobbed for Smiling: In many American towns all business**, transport and pleasure ui«d to cease on Good Friday from 9 a.m. to 8 p.m., aa a reminder of the Cracifixioo, and peopla have b«*n mobbed for smiling and lynchwl because they ignored this unwrit- ten law. If your skin is dry and chapped. t'-y w.T |-,ing it in warm milk. By SAOIE B. CHAMBERS Once ag:ain the world is pre- paring for that beautiful Spring Pageant of Easter. What a won- derful privilege to be able to quietly meditate upon that beauti- ful message of Peace and Hope, which all Christendom commem- orates at Eastertide. Then of course, there wil! be the usual Easter parades and the observan'je of all Easter traditions. To the homemaker, is presented a pan- oramie pai'ade of baked ham, the decorations of the egg and the rabbit sprinkled wiih lovely spring floweri, and everyone striving everywhere to get the first glimpse of freshness and beauty, which heralds tlie arrival of spring. For your Easter dinner I thought probably you would like this arrangement of menu. Easter Dinner Chilled Grape Juice Roast Ham (platter garnishings â€" half pears filled with red currant jelly). Potato Nests with green peas. Ginger Ale Salad Cheese Wafers Orange Pie Coffee Milk Lavender and yellow mints. Platter Garnishings^ Fill canned pears with red cur- i rant jelly and, if you wish, you can have the pears appear really rabbit-like by making tiny ears from some marshmallows, and pink eyes made with grumdrops. I know you will find the correct shade if you will just watch for them. These pear decorations can be placed on platter alternately with devilled eggs. The whole plac- ed on lettuce nests presents "a real Easter appearance. Baked Ham Choose ham in size according to the size of family. Wipe ham with damp cloth and place in roasting pan with heavy side up. Pour about one inch of water in pan. Cover pan very closeiy and JUMPER OUTFIT OR SUN DRESS By Anne Adams The kindergarten brigade can lead a "double life'' with this clever Pattern, Anne .\dams' 43141 For it makes a smart jumper out- fit now, and may later- be turn- ed into a sun-dress. The jumper is so easy to make, with it« cir- cular, flaring skirt that has no side seams. Lace-trim the sweet little blouse, or you might add a small colllar. The elfin cap looks jaunty in a fabric to match tha jumper. Bloomers arc also includ- ed in this useful four-garment pattern. Pattern 4314 is available in chil- dren's size* 2, 4, 6, S and 10. Size 6, jumper and cap, takes 1*» yds. 36 inch fabric and blouse, \ yard contrast; sun-dress, 1*4 yds. 33 inch fabric. Send Twenty Centa (20c> in c«int (stamps cannot be accept- ed) for fchU .Anne Adams pattern. Write plainly Size. Name, Address and Style Number. Send your order to .\nne Ad- ams, Room 42;';, 7S Wes: -•Vdelaidc St., Toronto. I bake in a very slow oven until ham IS tender. About 3U minutes should be allowed for each pound. When ham is tender, drain off liquid and carefully remove the skin. Mix crumbs and brown sug- ar â€" in proportion, thi_e-part= sugar to one of crumbs, and 1 teaspoon of mustard. Rub on the fat surface on the bam with thi- mixture as a heavy coat. Score iii diamonds and centre the diamoIld^: with whole cloves. Sprinkle wiih paprika and place in the oven un- covered to brown. Transfer care- fully to heated platter surrounde(! by the pears and eggs on nests. Ginger Ale Salad IH tablespoons gelatine ^ cup cold water 1 tablespoon lemon juice 1 pint ginger ale "i cup diced peaches H cup mar<i.schino cherries Vs cup diced pinta:)ple Lettuce Salad Dressing Mint leaves. Soften gelatine in cold water then set container in warm water until the gelatine is melted. .A.dd lemon juice and ginger ale, mix- ing well. Have individual molds ready rinsed in cold water (1 hope you have some rabbit molds > . Place three mint leaves (water cress makes a good substitute) in bottom of molds. Place about one tablespoon of gelatine mixture iu mold, enough to cover leaves. Set in the refrigerator or where very cold, to mold. When the rest of gelatine mixture is cool (not set), stir in the prepared fruit. When molds have been set, fill with the rest of mixture. When ready to serve unmold on shredded lettuce and serve with salad dressing, which has been thinned with whipped cream. (Pineapple must be cooked pineapple or it will not jell.) Orange Pie 1 cup sugar 4% tablespoons Benson's corn- starch 1 cup orange juice 1 tablespoon lemon juice % cup boiling water 3 eggs Vt, Teaspoon salt 1 cup of diced orange sections Baked Pie shell. Place orange and lemon juice and boiling water in double boil- er. Mix the com starch with cold water very thoroughly until smooth and add to the mixture in doublo boiler. Mix well and stir until thickened. Boil for ten min- utes. Beat /egg yolks well; pour thickened mixture over the eggs beating well. Return to double boiler and cook for five minutes. Add the orange segments, which have had all white removed and cut very finely. Pour into bak- ed shell. Beat egg whites very stiffly, adding 1 tablespoon of fruit sugar and 1 tablespoon ol corn starch. Add to top of pie and brown lightly in a .medium oven. Then chill. READERS. WRITE IN) Miss Chambers welcomes personal letters from interest- ed readers She is pleased to receive suggestions on topics for her column, and is even ready to listen to your 'pel peeves." Requests tor recipes or special menus are in order. Address your letters to "Miss Sadie B. Chambers, 73 West Adelaide Street, Toronto." Minister Urges IViore Laug&icer Better To Be C.ieerful Than Glum, Declares London. Ont. Cleric "In these days we ought to laugh more than we do. It is bet- ter to laugh than to cry and it is better to be cheerful than glum.'' .So declared Rev. Dr. W, K. .MacNiven, minister of Metropol- itan L'nited Church, London, Onl., at a rally in Windsor, Ont., spon- sored by the Essex Presbytery Lay .Association of the L'nited C^hurch of Canada. Dr. .MacNiven was ex- plaining his reason for opening his address with a number ot "howlers,'' which certainly ''click- ed" with the audience. Splash cold water over yc^ur throat and chin for that thicken- ening line. (%a/nteje(e^ CIGARETTE PAPERS HONE FINER MADE DOUBLE AUTOMATIC BOOKLET Enigma Number One by MYRTLE WEAVER (The author of this article is the wife of a typical Canadian business man. with a business background herself, and with children approaching voting age. The thoughts which Mrs. Weaver expresses out of hor fresh concern tor Canada not only bespeak the average Can- adian mind at this time, but possess a shrewd insight Into the critical situation that faces the Domiuion.) Have you ever beard anyone say: "I don't know HOW to vote." "What CAN one beae%'e?" "If a candidate IS elected, what can he do?" Multiply my futility of outlook by that of one hundred thausand, or several hundred thousand othera, and what have you? An Intelligent electorate? Have you ever carelessly criti- ore that promise<I simply personal advantage? â€" community advant- age? â€" I have. Multiply my desire for something which will further my interests^ and what have you? A national benefit? Have you ever varelessly crltl- eixed a candidate of the "other" party? Have you ever been influ- enced by public denunciation, or whispering suggestion, vitriolic abuse, iunuendo or ridicule? i have. Have you evor taken the trouble to sift idle rumours? Have you ever used a pencil to make figures take their rightful places? Have you ever kicked the snowball ot sus- picion apart before it assumed mouutaiuoas proportions? 1 have NOT. is the result an atmosphere ot national goodwill â€" free from pre- judice? Recognizing these things, what contribution am 1 able to make to effect a change iu present condi- tions? Wtiat am I willing to do? First, keep an open mind. Refrain from destructive criti- cism. Appreciate the sacrifice of men who give their lives to public ser- vice. Take time to think constructive- ly and express to each candlaate the policy that 1 should like to see adopted for Canada's national reeds, an example of which is our need for release from sectional in- terests and fear of material change. Freedom from these should result m cumulative effectiveness of all forms ot thought and service. The Uite Loru Tweedsuiuir ex- pressed this thougat poinieuiy in his statement to the Can;i.dian In- siitute of luteruatioaai Affairs m .Montreal, OctoDer 12iu, 11137. wuoa ho said tin partj, "It tlie Couimou- weailu, iu a crisis, is to speaa wsla one voice, it will oiiiy oe because iho component parts uuve tUuugbt out for tlieuiseivtv- their owu sp»- cial prooietus, and made their cou- tributiou to tne diseussien so that a true lominon factor of policy call be le.u'hed." I am prepared to do this. Are you? Apathy can only po routed by a dett>rmination tu kiinw tacts, face facts, use facts; by assuming the respousi'jility of eitizensliip. Multiply one responsible citizen by one hundred thousand, or sever- al hundred thousand, and what have you ? hn electorate grounded by futil- ity? No! A Vital Nation â€" A True Democracy. ^WOB'.- »^' 1, ,1, .... â-