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Vacuum packib • alwav* rRitN WEST OF THE SUN A Serial Storr by JOSEPH LBWit CHADWICK The stori tbua fft/' Vlrictnia Aineit r» eatvM a letter from Phil l^wreticr ber Clftticr argin% her to eotn« t* talm at oiwr at Hanta BonlU In the benrt of the an- aeltlH fruntirr Wt>Ht. By rail aod slace ahe reachcB Koii Winfleld where 14. Jim Randall, who met the »ta*e at Lannasa arfd whom Vlrclnla bad onee t>een In love wttb In WashinKton. report* the boldup la which a money box for Hteve Uarron. vambllnc cxar, and a cameo pin of VIr ainia'ft were stolen. Martha Benson, wife of the Fort Commandeer , reveals a dla- ^st of Phil Lawrence â€" a feellnit which ^m Randall and others aeem to share. Jim explains at last Ihal Phil and BaTron «nee uiiarrelled over a eamMInK debt. CHAPTER V "Did your men harm him?" she asked breathlessly. He shook his head and smiled. "No, Virginia. That is not my way." She took Phil's letter from the pocket of her dress. "StevfC, do you know any reason why Thil should write such a message?' He took the letter and read it by the light of a window, his face dark and puzzled. "No. I know of no reason (or such a message." Then he smiled: "But perhaps if I were Phil Lawrence I thould have written it, too â€" to bring you to me." "That wasn't his motive." she said •mphatically. "He would have come to me â€" if he had merely wanted to gee me." "But why worry? "V'ou will see him tomorrow. Isn't \A. Riindall to •scort you to PhiTs ranch?" * • • She did not answer at once. She was thinking then of Jim's kiss, of the hatefulness of it; thinking tliat it was another of his ways to mock and laugh »t her. Se said then: "I don't care to liave Lt. Randall »«(orf me. I think I shall have my driver â€" " Steve Barron broke in quickly "II is dangerous to travel alone: sertainly for a woman. If you do not want the lieutenant's company. l«t me go with you. I should like that very much." She could sec that he meant it; *l)at and her anger for Jim Ran- dall decided her "1 too. sliould like hat, Steve." "I shall come for you aHily," lie •aid. Ill the pink-gray of d^iwii, the sounds of horses clattered outside the house. Virginia quickly finished dressing for the ride and moved quietly from her room. Martha lien- ton's voice called a soft good-by horn behind her door, a^nd Virginia went into the early morning. Two saddled horses stood waitinj^, a man stood beside the one tight- •tiing its cinch. Virginia liRJitly •Tossed the porch. She was faintly smiling, secretly amused by her con- spiracy to ride off without Jim Ran dall. Then she halted in displeasure as she saw that this wis lini Kan dall. His "Good morning" was cliefi fut. but slie could not answer him at atT He" came to the horse's head, ducked under, and faced her. " knew you'd be impatient to start," he said. "So I came early.' 'You knew 1 changed my plans, didn't you?" Virginia said. "Well. yes. Even though yon didn't inform nic of the change." "How did you know?" "Steve Barron came and talked to you last night. When he left you, he bought a horse. I decided he could want an extra mount only for one purpose. And since you were angry about last night's kissâ€"" "You're very slow to understand," Virginia broke in. "I don't want your company. I won't travel with you. I â€" " "You will." he said easily, "even if I have to lift you into the saddle and tie you there. You're not going off alone with Steve Barron." She could see by his mood that he would. Wordlessly slie turned tu mount the gray mare he had brought with his sorrel gelding. She put her foot into stirrup and his hand at her elbow lifted her up. He mounted and they rode toward the gates and beyond. Twelve miles through the blos- soming morning took them across the flatlands to the Carico Hills. They climbed over the hills and de- scended into a valley bed that was all dust and cactus. They found a pass in the opposite hill range and passed thronnli. Beyond rolled cat- tle land, stretching farther than the L-ye could sec. into the pale Mue of space. I'"ar off across the sea of bunch-gra.'^s, grazed a herd ol cat tie. They turned away from the herd, heading southwest. They spoke not at all, and Vir- ginia would have it that way. She was content to be with » her thoughts, with her awareness that this was the final leg of her journey. There was no haste in Jim, and he kept the horses to a sharp walk. The clopping of hoofs and the creaking of saddle leather sounded loud against tlip vast quiet. Kinally, he said, "There is Law- rence's ranchhousc." He pointed toward a distant red butte. It rose out of the yellow- gray heat haze. Virginia could see nothing more at first. But then, aft- er another half mile, she saw a clump of cotlonwoods and the white walls of an adobe house and near the house the gray frame outbuild- ings. They rode up to the house. The door stood partly open. Virginia called out. her voice excited, "Phill" Her voice struck against empti- ness She Rlaiiccd at Jim and found him frowning and looking sharply ahout. They dismounted and walk- ed to the door. Jim pushed it aside. (Continued next week) CROSSWORD PUZZLE f. It. ij, H. IS. I« if. SO u >s IT. II II. as. AORORS Ado Tui-n rapidly Challc* On the Hiimmit W«ary tleslnoua Hiibntancii (Jrowtng younK «»"! Spoken Servara AiibirnllaH liird I-'oothall poaltlon Noblemen paTinK atti-n ili>n Holllary M*tal R(»iunn road f> Anrient (;r*l>k ndlMfiloiie S Melal f'tsi 4Mer 1 l>Hll<t,T « .StlllKHli- 9. (IreeU K<><l(lea» 10 nuiiioi-auui II. Rnlia vea IS I.HiKO lubia 17. Ilitiiowlnu povvet 20. (ilrl'h iuitn« lit . AdcIkm- â- i». Suiiri-f a( e.vyetma 14 Kiiiiw ".18. I>i(*ilf4e 2K. Itnrie(i> !'>â-  29 ItilriTlin cMiperor lU Kecaiiitt 31. ('ai> n. Mii.siillal RMiployea .tQ. 'I'ranHiiilt n KlHHWO -III Miila (Icor II. Silkworm 1'.* CliatiRo 44 t'l V id. Mini p nick- â- iHinr 47 llefor* a AiiKi t'l KiiKla Here's Your Chance â€" Have you any antiques such as these 100-year-old teapots to send to this year's C.N.E.? The Women's Division of the Exhibition will pay an honorarium for each antique or unusual treasure accepted, also shipping ciiarges both wrays. First write Kate Aitken, C.N.E., Toronto to learn if your entry is suitable for display. I AN!^£ HIRST "DEAR ANNE HIRST: 1 have no one else to urn tol 1 am in lf'\ c but Illy mother says I should leave the man alone, because we are both married. "1 lived with my husband only two year, then 'I left. I met other men, but \\as always lonely I \\ o months ago, 1 fell deep- ly in love with this man, who loves inc too. He has been separated IriMii his wife for two years â€" you see, we've both had family trouble. "We never (juarrcl, and, 1 have found more happiness in liciiii.; with him than 1 ever knew in mar- riage. He tells me that 1 have shown him more kindness than his wife ever did. "Ho you think I should give up the only happiness I've ever known? Please help me! Virginian." . FOR over 20 years, 1 have read the griefs of a nation. During my ti;ivels, I have learned that people are very much alike alt over the world. Falling in love, marrying, being disillusioned â€" then grasping at whatever resembles "happi- ness" at whatever cost to other innocent people, and deluding themselves that it is their "right." However disillusioned you are, have you any right to love the husband of another women? Even if you were not ^till a wife, hew can you justify your conduct? You may argue, "\ never came between him and his wife. He was through with her before we met, as I was through with my husband." True. Yet the bitter fact remains: Neither of you is free to give love nor accept it, so long as you remtin married to someone else. If you persist in this affair, what future lies ahead? The more you see of him, the more you will love him â€" until the end, which will cotne as surely as the sun rises towomorrow morningr What will that end be? Two divorces, another marriage, which would be shadowed by the mem- ory of these days? Or will you both wear your passion out, and separate with mutual disgust in your hearts, as partners in a guilty alliance? You are only 19â€" young, in- Mcrry Menagcric-ByWali Disney] * deed, to have suffered disillusion * in marriage. Yet old enough to * know the truth. There can be * no complete happiness in loving * the husband of another women. * You had, you know, someone * to turn to. Your mother has ad- * vised you wisely. End this affair, * bet or..' shameful gossip gets you * down. • ♦ ♦ Happiness is not a thing to be snatched and enjoyed. It is a state' to be earned. There can lie no true happiness that is bought at the cost of reputation and decency. If you are con- fused, tell Anne Hirst about it. Address her at 123 Eighteenth St.. \ew Toronto, Out. A Smart Trick Which Worked At a party bark in 'ii, Roy Mc Clean, a New York newspaperinaii with a lopsided grin and a trick nienioiy for trivia, fell in love with .4 photographer's model named Jan Morrison. Jan was off to Holly- wood in a few days, but Roy car- ried the torch until her return a year later. Jan, however, was still playing the field, writes Billy Rose. "I could have a different date every mglit for six months," she told Roy at the train. "I doubt it," smiled Roy. "There is a new crop of chicks in town since you left; your old playmates have a lot of new telephone num- bers." "But I wrote some of the boys I was getting in today. I'll bet my phone rings a dozen times tonight." "You're on," said Roy, "but let's make the bet interesting. Will you marry me if nobody phones you for a date by midnight?" "Done," .laughed Jan. Roy left and she started to unpack. In a few minutes the phone rang and Jan skipped over to answer it. "Is Mrs. Tannenbaum there?" a rasping voice asked. "Wrong number," snapped Jan. By seven, notHing had happened. "Still time for a theatre date," Jan decided, then took oflf her gown to keep it fresh and put on an old bathrobe. "Still time for the Stork Club," she decided three hours lat- er, but her heart wasn't in it. She saw herself waiting endless nights for the phone to ring; she thought about Roy and those new chicks he had mentioned. What if HE â€" At 12 a bell rang sharply. She ran to the phone, then realized it was the door. She opened it and fell into Roy's arms, bathrobe, tears and all. They drove to Maryland and got spliced that night. I sometimes wonder if Roy ever told Jan ttoit interesting bit of trivia: Ti-"* »».•• in 1934. \f \ .-iw TABLE TALKS <iax\<i Arvdpews'. One sur test (rf th. success oi any meal is tin enthusiasm oi your guests. If .hey asked foi the recipe for any dish, you may be certain it pleased •them, ^nd 1 feet sure you'll be asked to tett how you made any of thi following. For ease' in preparation and serving, and for just plai i good- ness, 1 can really ree-^mijiend this dish which 'has ev ryi'ing," or irctty nearly so. ''LANKET MEAT LOAF 2 cups flour 3 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon salt 2 to 4 tablespoon shortening <^ cup grated carrots 2 tablespoons chopped parsley % to 1 cup milk. Method Sift together flo , baking pow- der, and salt. Cut or rub in short- ning. Add carrots ana parsley. Add milk to make soft dough. Knead i4 minute on floured pastry board. Roll dough to 12 X 15 inches. Place meat filling lengthwise on rolled dough, leaving abrut a third of the dough showing around the edge. Fold biscuit dough over filling. Press together edges of biscuit dough on sides an- ends. Place in greased loaf pan. Slash top. Bake in moderate oven (375 degrees F.) 45 minutes. Serve with gravy or sauce. • « 41 Then, tor that, loaf, here's how you make the MEAT PILLING 1 cup cooked ground ham Yt cup cooked ground beef 1 cup cooked, cut string beans 2 diced, hard-cooked eggs 1 teaspoon mustard Yi cup tomato soup Yi cup thick white sauce Salt and pepper. Method Mix ham, beef, string beans and eggs. Combine knustard, tomato soup, white sauce, and seasonings, and add to ham mixture. Place on rolled biscuit dough. Serves 6. * * *- I saw a piece in some paper re- cently which said that if everybody, old and young, would eat a dozen extra eggs per year, they'd not only feel better, but also bring prosper- ity to the entire egg-raising in- dustry. How true this is I don't know; but I do know that it isn't hard to get your family to put away some extra "hen fruit" when you serre something like this EGG SUPPER DISH 6 hard-cooked eggs 1 cup crushed potato chips 3 tablespoons butter 2 tablespoons flour Yt teaspoon dry mustard y^ teaspoon celery salt lYi cups milk Yi teaspoon salt Yt teaspoon pepper Slice eggs. Melt butter, stir in the flour," dry mustard and celery salt. Add milk gradually, stirring uutil sauce is smooth. Add salt and pepper. Reserve one-fourth cup of crushed chips for top of casserole. In a on2-quart greased casserole place a layer of sliced eggs, and top with a layer of crushed chips. Continue layers. ending with a layer of eggs. Po«ir white sauce over to;) and sprinU* with remaining crushed potattt chips. Bake at 325 degree for 29 minutes. • * • Perhaps you think you know, or have tried, all the kinds of ^ there are. Well, maybe so. Ab4, maybe again, this might be new to you. It's FRENCH BERRY PIE 1 baked nine-inch pie shell I package cream cheegs 1 quart fresh berries I cup sugar 3 tablespoons corn-starch 1 cup whipping cream Spread cream cheese (bleade4 with cream to soften) over bottoaa of cooled pie shell. Wash berries, hull, and drain well. Place half of berries in pie shell. Mash aa4 strain remaining berries until th« juice is well extracted, .ring juic* to boiling point ard slowly stir \m sugar and cornstarch, which have been blended together. Cook slow- ly for about 10 minutes. Cool ao^ pour over uncooked berries ta yi* shell. Place pie in cool place dM chilled. Decorate with sweetea«4 whipped cream. â-  â- '* â-  * 4 • One pattern can give yOM a .,. whole suoimer wardrobe I SuodreM and jacket are riiown, and there is a skirt in pattern to make a suit f dress. New and stunning 1 ^^ Pattern 4726 sizes Ig, 14, 1«, t<" ^^ 30; 40. Size 16 sundress; Syi yda. 3S-iiKih; jacket, IH yards. Send twenty-fiTC cents (it*) ia coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern. Print plainly siM, name, address, style niunber. Box 1, 123 Eighteenth Street. New Toronto, Ont. « * X ^^ PARKER HOUSE ^^^ Better Bake Plenty Measure into large bowl, ^ cup lukewarm water, 1 tap. granu- lated sugar; stir uutil sugar is dis- solved. Sprinkle with 1 envelope Fleiachmana'ii Royal Fast Rising Dry Yeamt. Let stand 10 min., THEN stir wsU. Scald 1 c. milk and ntir in 5 tbs. grauulated augar, 2^ tspa, salt; cool to lukewarm. Add to yeest mixture and stir in H c. lukewarm water. Beat in 3 c. once-sifted bread flour; beat well. Beat in 4 tl>s. melted short- ening. Work in 3 c. more once- sifted bread flour. Knead until smooth and elastic; place in greased bowl and brush top with melted butter or shortening. Cover and set in warm place, free &om draught. Let rise until doubled in bulk. Punch down dough in bowl, grecue top and let rise again until nearly doubled. Punch down dough and roU out to K* thickness. Cut into rounds with 8' cutter; twuah with melted butter or shortening. Craase rounds deeply with dull skle of knife, a little to one aide of oenbre; fold larger half over â€" "â- >» half and preaa.alo " « 4 \ \