Evening Star Newspaper, July 21, 1921, Page 29

You L = — against your hair. They're matched more perfectly for coior thananyothernets. Buyadozen. Note the difference. Two Styles: *‘Fringe’’ Nets and *‘Self-Adjusting Cap’’ Nets ‘15¢. each—2 for 25¢. and up You'll find them at leading shops THEO. H. GARY COMPANY 7.6 Irving Place Gouraud's Oriental Cream 4y |l / Dr. Schindlers i Y Peanut Butter X * A Delicious Food Absolutely Pure. Large Glass Jars ur dealers or ivered anywhere in this city. UNsweeTENED TAPQRATE? Complexion IN TEN DAYS CHAPTER L ; Ex-Roundsman McCarty Mixes In. Ex-Roundsman Timothy McCarty was: taking one of the nocturnal strolls so habitual with him as to ave become almost instinctive since the far-off days when, as Officer 804 and on> of the finest, he had pounded his beat. It was a soft April night, starless, for the sky was still overcast from a recent shower, and the odor of wet earth and fresh, springing green things from the park across the ave- nue blended pleasantly with the smoke of the cigar which tilted up- ward from beneath his short, stubby, sandy mustache. McCarty’s meditations were pleas- ant, too, for earlier in th§ evening he had come oft victer in a strenuous debate with his old crony, Dennis Rlor- dan of the fire department over old versus new police methods, and the memory of it made his broad shoul- ders heave in a soundless chuckle. All at once he paused in his meas- ured, rhythmic tread, his teeth clamp- ed down upon the cigar and his keen, twinkling blue eyes narrowed. A block ahead of him, keeping well in shadow, there slouched a figure whose type had been well known o him in the old days and among whose fra- tornity his'own name had been pren- mmm)i1 blasphemously, but with bated reath. “The figure was that of an under- sized, narrow-framed man who moved with the slow, crouching poise of a cat. He wore no coat, but what ap- peared in the uttermost limits of the rays of a street lamp to be a sweater, and his cap was pulled so far forward over his eyes that the back of his small. bullét-shaped head was plainly visible. McCarty clutch®d his stout umbrella more firmly, and without obviously quickening his pace he nevertheless narrowed the distance between the sllm, slinking figure and himself with every yard. ~Forgotten was the fact that he had long ago retired from the force to live on the comfortaple inheritance from his saloon-keeping uncle; he was once again following his beat, and there before his eyes was a crook out to pull off a job! The houses on the broad avenue which faced the park were veritable miniature palaces, each one occupied by a family whose rank in the social and financiel world was of almost national reputation, and before the richest of these in the center of the block ahead the figure paused. Instantly McCarty flattened him self as much as his girth would al low against the wall of the hous: he was passing, mentally anathema- tizing the newest style of American basements, which admitted of no pro tecting high entrances or areaways; but after a moment it was evident that his simple strategy had sufficed, for when he cautlously craned his neck around the slightly projecting cornice the figure had disappeared. Save for the rumbling and lights of a bus approaching from the opposite direction, the avenue was deserted and it was inconceivable that in that instant the crook would have made oft around the corner. Moving with almost miraculous speed and silence, McCarty sped to the house before which the figure haq paused, and one glance showed the meaning of his sudden disappear- ance. The house was of white stone, wider and more Imposing, even. than its nelghbers, but, like them, with a low, broad entrance door sunk three below the level of the street, a smaller tradesmen’s entrance some distance away and between them a row of wide, ornate windows. The second one from the main en- trance was open slightly, just enough for a bit of the heavy lace of the curtain to have been caught in the crack and for the tiniest ray of sub- dued Fight to creep through. ‘The carelessness of him Carty grumbled to himself in gust. at this lack of thoroughness, even in one of his sworn enemies. “That light's not moving; did. he have the nerve, I wonder, to turn Mc- dis- on—' His speculations came to an abrupt end and he dived down the shallow steps and crouched waliting to spring, for the heavy window had opened Guaranteed to remove | Wiftly with no apparent effort at tan, freckles, pimples, sallowness, etc. - treme cases. L-Rids pores and tissyes of impurities. ves *he skin clear, soft, healthy. At lead- ilet counters. Jf they haven’t it, i izesj %60c. and _$1.20. 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Instantly. before he could turn, a huge, stockily built form hurled itself upon him and in his complete surprise he was borne by sheer welght to the ground, where he was held and expertly frisked. ‘The whole affair had been a matter of seconds and no sound had come from either man save the quick, sob- bing breath of the captive and the heavier snort of McCarty, but as the latter stuffed intq his own pockets with one bhand the pistol, blackjack and skeleton keys which had been the result of his search the other whined: “Let me go, mister! Honest t'Gawd, I ain’t done a t'ing but just sneak in an'—<=an’ right out! I ain’t got noth. ouse knows that! Honest McCarty's answer was to drag the squirming, writhing youth to his feet with a firm grip on the collar of his sweater and with his other hand to pick up the umbrella from where he had dropped it beside him and rap smartly on the pavement for\assist- ance. “Oh, don’t do that! Let me go be- fore de bull comes, mister, for de love ! 1swear it on me mudder dat 't have nothin’ to do wit—wit— Mixed with the whine of fear there was a rising note of horror in the youth’s tones which made McCarty drag him swiftly over to the nearest street lamp. The face which the cul- prit_raised shrinkingly to his was ‘weak and trembulous, with the shift- ing, rat-like eyes and pasty yellow skin of the typical gangster, but there was something more than the mere fear of being caught at house- breaking in his eyes; mortal terror looked out from them and McCarty's grip on his collar tightened. “What's in there?” he demanded, giving the all but collapsed figure violent shake. “I don't know where the devil is Clancy, but what did you leave behind you in that house? “I didn’t have nottin' to do wit’ it, I'm tellin’ youse! I just give it one look an’ beat it! De foist job I ever tried to put over, and now——!" But a tattoo of heavy footsteps came pounding along the sidewalk nd in another moment a blue-coated figure dashed up:to them. “What's going on here? “Somebody rappéd. For the love of heaven, 'tis you. Mac! And what have you there?” “What you should have had if you'd been on your beat, Clancy!” McClrty retorted grimly. “A fine young sec- ond-story worker that I've been trail- ing these four blocks and more, and nabbed just as he was scrambling out of the window of that white hou there after he had finished his job.” “I didn’t finish no job!" the youth cried desperately. “Honest, I wasn't in’ dere two seconds! If you was trajlin’ me, mister, you know dat! I just give it a look an’ started to make my getaway. Don't send me to de chair!™ “Chalr, is 1t?"" McCarty gave th liceman a sifinificant glance. ve been trying to get out of him what he did do in there while I was wait- ing for you to show up.” ‘e’ll take him along and find ou Clancy declared, briefly. “No! Don't take me back in dat house!” .the wretched youth waliled. “I don’t wanna look at it again! I can Unheeding his protestation a him back the few ste) house, where McCarty pointed to the opened window from which the sub- dued light filtering through the lace curtain fell in a delicately patterned on ‘the pavement. > “1ivés ‘here?” he asked, as tHe policeman pressed the button at the - HOW MANY CARDS? By ISABEL OSTRANDER A uthor of “The Island of Intrigue,” “Suspense,” “Ashes to Ashes,” etc. Copyright, 1921, by Robert M. McBride & Co. entrance door. “Crevelin,” the millionaire,” Clancy responded. “Not Eugene Creveling, the fellow who used to pull off all those wild stunts on Broadway a matter of ten on fifteen years ago?’ McCarty de- manded. “They used to call him Mil- lion-a-month Creveling!” “I don’t know anything about that,” Clancy asserted. “Must have been before my time. All I know is he's got a grand-ooking wife and, bar- ring the big entertainments they give, the house is the quietest on the block. Here, you! Quit that or I'll give you @ rap ‘that'll put you to sleep!” This to the struggling youth who now, utterly unnerved, was sobbing wildl “I wonder if they're all dead in here Mac, go and try the other bell.” McCarty obeyed, but with no result. Save for the low light glowing from the open window the huge house might have been indeed a tomb. ‘“There's nothing. to it, Mac. We can't get anything out of this bird, either, now. You get a hold of him and I'll go in the way he did; through the window." McCarty gripped the shabby sweater collar once more and Clancy jumped up, caught the sill and swung himself over it, sweeping the curtain asidd. It fell again into place and for a minute there was silence. A second 'bus rumbled past, a limou- sine or two amd a prowling taxi, but none saw the two figures huddled tense in the shadows. “Say, what are you, mister a dick? the youth whined, passing his sleeve across his slobbered face. “If you trailed me like youse said, you know you didn’t hear nottin'! You know I wasn't dere long enough to croak him! Croak who?’ demanded McCarty. De guy in dere in de soup-a: wit' his chest all shot to pleces know I didn’t do it! Dere ain’t a pill gone from my gat! If youse an’ de bull frames me— There came a rattling of bolts and chains on the inner side of the huge entrance door and it divided and swung_ slowly inward, revealing grave-faced In the aperture and be- hind him the wide marble staircase and rug-hung gallery of an imposing rotunda. ‘Come in” he invited, laconically. T switched on these hail lights my- self, but there was some already EO- ing 'in this room back here; come and see what I found.” He led the way across the marble hall, rich in the mellow, subdued col- orings of the rugs and draperies un- der the soft lights, but funeral with the huge carved chairs ranged in mathematical precision against the walls. McCarty followed with the lagging, handcuffed youth in tow. The door of a room beside the stair- case was open and as they reached it all three paused for a moment on the threshold. It was spacious in itseif. although small in comparison with the vastness of the hall, and was. fur- nished as a study, with two daven- ports facing each other projecting from either side of the fireplace and a long Jacobean refectory table be- tween. Bookcases lined the walls, a massive writing table stood between two windows at the.rear and deeply upholstered chairs were scattered here and there, each with a smoking stand beside it, but McCarty's eyes took in the details with a mere glance His attention was riveted on the long figure clad in the perfection of dinner clothes which lay stretched upon the floor. The feet in their glis- tening pumps were upturned and a gleam of white showed where walst- coat and shirt-front met, but a}l the upper part of the body was stained crimson. Clancy's own face was white, and inured as he was to sights as hideous as this, McCarty felt a wave of nau- sea sweep over him, while their cap. tive put his manacled hands over his eyes and moaned. “Is it Creveling himself, do you think?" McCarty asked in a lowered tone. For reply Clancy knelt beside the body and, slipping his hand in the stained walstcoat pocket, pulled out a platinum cigarette case as thin as a knife blade, the top of which, barely protruding. had caught his eye. “ He held it up for McCarty to see and the latter plainly read the initials upon it: “E. C. C. ~*“I remember now,” he observed, so: berly. “I saw the name in the often enough, years past, to bi back to me; Eugene Christopher: Creveling.” Clancy replaced the cigarette; case carefully and pointed to something which lay beside the body. It Was a huge army pistol and it lay o8t within touch of the finger tips of that 1imp. nerveless right hand. “I'il have a word with you, Clanc; McCarty turned and shoved his cap- tive into the nearest chair. “Sit there and if you stir I'll blow the head off you.” But there was plainly no thought of either resistance or flight left in'the boy; he half turned and, resting his arms upon the wide-spreading ones of the chair, he buried his face in them. McCarty drew his confrere to the other end of the room and with an ever watchful eye upon the thief he whispered: “He never had a hand in it, Clancey. 1 saw he was up to mischief and I trailed him for_ four or five blocks, as I told you. I wasn’t more than a block awdy when hg skinned in that window, and I didn’t lose any time reaching the outside of it. There was no shot fired in the meantime, and I'd hardly got here when he came squirming out again. I grabbed him and dragged him over to the light of that street lamp and I saw then that he was scared clean through; he looked as though he had seen a ghost' He's telling the truth, all 3 | The Old Gardener Says. BLUE GOOSE CANTALOUPE " is heavy with _meat deliciousness DISTRIBUTED BY AMERICAN FRUIT cnuvfm:ns'mc. LISTEN, WORLD! By Elsie Robinson. The Nice Lady has been telling me her troubles. She wishes so greatly to be friends with the world, but somehow she is held back by a cool- ness that puzzles her. “Why can't I be demonstrative?’ she says. “Do you know——" with eyes mystery- round, “do you know that there's a little Indian in our family blood? Do you suppose that's the reason?” No, don’t laugh at her, Pals. Just about 999 out of 1,000 people e blaming their shortcomings on little Indian in their family blood, instead of using the eradicator of dommon sense to remove the blot. Let some alien trait manifest itself in the slightest degree, and at once they're hot-footing it down ancestral by-trails looking for an alibi. ; A little Indian in our blood. ¢/ The truth is that we all have oodles of things in our blood, besides “little Indians”—chicken thieves, horse doctors, orators, witches, town bums, soldlers, gypsies, howling der- vishes and smug, fat old ladies. We've all come a long way from the Paradise Tree and we've picked up everything on the trail. If there's anything in heredity, then each of us has the whole collection. So why pick on any one tag end, when the only thing of importance is the entirely new and interesting con- glomerate "which is you? You can magnify the importance of some emo- tional heirloom until you render your- self uscless for general circulation. but what's the use? If you'll direct the same energy to making new ex- periments and growing new traits, the world is yours—even though you have a ’whole Choctaw rescrvation in your veins, Things You’'ll Like to Make. i Shirred on Ribbon A very simple and exceedingly sweet organdy frock has its over- skirt shirred on ribbon. Make a plain one-piece organdy frock as a founda- tlon. Cut a straight overskirt. Make a heading at the top two inches wide. Run a silk or velvet ribbon through this ribbon to fit around the waistline. Tack it on to the foundation in several places at the back. Tie the ribbon in a knot with long ends hanging down to the bgttom of the foundation skirt. Finish the ends of the ribbon with an organdy rose. An overskirt shirred on ribbon glves a new touch to an organdy frock. FLORA. (Copyright, 1921.) As s00n as your peas are up the vines e 1he ground for late crops such an celery, turnips or beets. You can have two rows of root crops where there was only one of peas, for they can be clower . It you are setting though, try to get plants which | Rave been freshly Wug, and use | plenty of water. Otherwise they won’t _recover quickly enough: to make satisfactory growth. right; that rat wouldn't have the nerve to stick up a kid coming home from the grocery on an errand for its mother!” “Did you frisk him?” asked Clancy. “I did, and found a gat on him that's like a toy cap pistol compare to that gun.lying there. Here it is He produced the keys, pistol and blackjack which he had taken from the thief and after one look at them Clancy announced:, 4 “We'll send for the wagon and have him held as a material witness; that junk he was carrying will send him up for a stretch, anywa; (Continued Tomorrow.) . D. Peter Rabbit Goes to the Smiling Pool. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. We are apt to think our lot Worse than others when it's not. —Peter Rabbit. 1t was hot. Even in the dear Old Briar-patch it was hot despite the shade from the bushes and friendly brambles. Peter Rabbit isn't fond of water, as you know, but for once he almost wished that he was. He thought of Billy Mink and Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe Otter and Spotty the Turtle and Grandfather Frog, all of whom loved to spend much of their time in the water. He thought of all of them, and something very like envy crept into Peter's heart. “Hot weather doesn't make much dif- ference to them,” panted Peter. ‘“No matter how hot it is, they can keep cool. T Hon't see why Old Mother Na- ture didn’'t make me fond of the water, too. My, my, my, it seems to me this is the hottest day ever. I don't like it. I'll be getting a sunstroke or something like that. Why don’t the Merry Little Breezes chase up some clouds?’ Peter was getting fretful. : He was wise enough to go down in his underground house after a_while. You know it was an old house Johnny Chuck’s grandfather had dug in the middle of the Old Briar-patch long ago. Peter and Mrs. Peter found it very handy once in a while. Peter had never fixed it up any because he was too lazy. He never does any work that isn't necessary, and he hadn't considered it necessary to fix up that old house. So long as he could get in and out and the roof didn’t fall in he was satisfied. Now Peter found that old house fairly cool, and_he ought to have been con- tented. But he wasn’t. He kept think- ing that Grandfather Frog and Jerry Muskrat and the others in the Smiling Pool were even morc comfortable than he. And while they were comfortable FEATURE PAGE. rsonal Health Service By WILLIAM BRADY, M. D. Noted Physician and Auther E STORIES) | Pe (Bigned letters pertaining to persoual héalth and byglene, not to-disense glagnosis or treatment, will be answered by Dr. Brady If a stamped. seif-addressed envelopo s inclosed. Letters sliould be briet and written in ink. = Owing to the iarge number af letters received. only & few can be answered here, No reply can be made to queries not couforming tu instructious, Address Dr. William Brady, in ca® of The Star.) The Ordeals of a Vacation. Potson ivy has three separate leaves on onc stem, whereas a common harm- less shrub often confused with it, called Virginia creeper, has five leaves on one stem. Poison ivy has smooth whitish fruits resembling mistletoe berries, somewhat less than one-half | inch in diameter and containing a sin- | gle seed. Remember that the poison | ivy has three separate leaves on the ! stem. and not a three-pointed leaf.| The leaves are usuglly indentedor notched, often more so on one side. The itching or burning of the skin | begins at any time from a few hours | to four or five days after exposure to the plant. ~Were it not for the great weakness of bathing this Irrita- | gng”niilec ol ‘frequently exposed, OF tion would probably be confined 19 |suffering with prolonged skin trouble X hortions of the body: but the | following ivy poisoning, may immu- vy P‘f;mum"lql ke 3.;me kina | DiZe themselves by taking the follow- o bath and spreads the Inflammation | N, internally. beginning with-one drop over the rest of the body: or he |af!:r e‘“& rlnul. u: n.xbr’- g‘l;nsful o; re ater, an ncreasing y a drop eacl spreads the poison around with Lis | successive dose, until twenty-one drops hands, rubbing or scratching himsell: are taken at the end of the week, then 4 o | weeks, and occasiona eas) swelling, though generally the skin | roughout the season: poonful becomps blistered. Tincture (100 = Bes{ first aid for one known ]:“'I"e %) of poison ;;,dmp‘ border with a flamed or soaped needie through a spot of skin touched first with_tincture of iodine, and the fluid carefully pressed out and absorbed with cotton,or a clean towel and care- fully kept from further contact with the skin. When the inflammation is no longer increasing the inflamed area may be dressed with plain zinc oxide ointment. This lotion is good to relieve the burning in the earlier poisoning: Powdered calamine Zinc oxide Glycerin. Lime water Rose water. ... .4 ounces Phenol. % dram (half dram) Shake well, and apply by patting with the fingers, as often as desired. Persons susceptible to Ivy poloning ground, where they could see and know nothing of what was going on about them. And so Peter continued to_be envious and discontented. Late that afternoon, just as it was about time for the Black Shadcws to come- creeping out from the Purple Hills and the air had cooled a wee bit, Peter declded to run over to the Smiling Pool. It would be cooling just to look at the water and to hear the gurgling of the Laughing Brook. Besides, it was a long time since he had been over there and he wanted to know what had been going on there. So Peter scampered, lipperty-lipperty- lip, over to the Smiiing Pool. As he rew near he could hear Grandfather deep voice leading the Frog ‘Chug-arum, chug-arum, chug- arum, ‘chug-arum.”’ It was clear that Grandfather Frog was happy and en- tirely satls Wwith Yhings as they were. It was claer that he hadn't minded the heat at all that day. Prenently Peter was where he could see the shore of the Smiling Pool, and something moving caught his eyes. He stopped and £at up to look, for sitting up he could see better. What he saw was a very tall bird, a bird with a very long neck and very long legs. That long neck was stretched up its full length, and Peter knew its owner was lcoking at something. Then that long neck was folded back until the head; with its long, straight, sharp bill, rested 2 drams . 3 drams -% ounce (half ounce) . 2 ounces w‘: between the ghoulders. The owner evi- | have heen exposed is very many rins- 3 1 dently was satisfied with what he had|ings #ih soapy water, freshly pre-| ‘s;"&'t‘mn( 2 drams scen. Peter knew who it was. Of ( pared for each rinsing. Or immediate ; Sirup of orang 3 ounces course, it was Longlegs the Great Blue Heron. Peter was just going to start on when Longlegs took a careful step and again stood motionless. Peter was just losing patience when Longlegs did it over again. “Longlegs is hunting his din- ner,” thought Peter. is after.” Suddenly Peter guessed. Longlegs was slowly stealing toward that part of‘the Smiling Pool where Grandfather Frog was at that very minute leading the Frog chorus. i (Copyright. 19 lathering of lh‘e exr;(l)‘!e(} ski,:l. X&lvinlgi the soap on the skin for hours. 3 you know you are going to be ex- Alba Pie. posed, smearing the face and <hands| Take one pound of lean beef and with lather or with vaseline is an ex-|chop tery fine. Chop up ono tomato cellent protection. Ati excellent dressing for ivy poison. | 819 2dd also one cup of bread crumbs ing consists of large compresses of |Or mashed potatoes. Season with.pep- muslin or gauze kept constantly wet per and salt, add one teaspoon of vith soapy water, or with a solution | minced herbs and one small onfon ecut of a handful of saleratus in a basin of | very fine. Line a shallow dish with water—these alkalis tend to neutralize | pastry and fill with the mixture, cov- the acid irritant of poison ivy. If |ering all with a layer of pastry. Bake blisters appear they should be care- juntil nicely browned. This is good fully opened by puncture at the lower either hot or cold. . “I wonder who he by T. W. Burgess.) they didn't have to stay down under- e e l Dainty Desserts. ] Vanilla Souffle. Scald one cup of milk seasoned with one-quarter teaspgonful of salt in a double boiler and mix in two table- spoonfuls of flour and two tablespoon- fuls of butter creamed together. Cook while stirring for ten minutes to form a smooth paste. Beat together thor- oughly the yvolks of four eggs and three tablespoonfuls of sugar and pour over the mixture in the double boiler. Stir this all together, flavor with one teaspoonful of orange ex- tract and set away to cool. To pre- vent crust from forming rub a little butter over the top. About a half hour before time to serve it, fold in the stiffly beaten whites of the four cggs and bake in a pudding dish for thirty minutes. Serve with chocolate sauce. Chocolate Sauce. Boil together five minutes In a saucepan half a cup of sugar and half @ cup of water. This will make a thin sirup and should be allowed to cool before stirring in four ounces of melted chocolate. ~Add one-half tea- spoonful of vanilla e‘trnct and stand in a pan of hot water’ When ready to serve, put in one-half cup of cream or milk. Fianky Puffs With Lemon Sauce. Add to one cup of boiling water one tablespoonful of butter, and when the latter is melted mix in one cup of flour. Beat these ingredients with a fork until perfectly smooth and free this heading. Shirr the overskirt on|from the sides of the saucepan. Take from the fire and drop in three eggs, one at a time, whipping the mixture rapidly each time an egg is put in. Stand until cold and fry in very hot fat, a spoonful at a time, allowing about fifteen minutes for each puff. 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