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WOMAN’S PAGE. FEATURE PAGE. HOW MANY CARDS? By ISABEL OSTRANDER A uthor of “The Island of Intrigue,”“Suspense,” “Ashes to Ashes,” etc. Copyright, 1921, by Robert M. McBrids & Co. Chocolate Pudding. Take three . eggs, separate the whites from yolks and beat the yolk: light; beat in separately one cup of sugar, three tablespoons of milk, three tablespoons of cocoa or one ounce of chocoiate mejted, one cup of flour and two tabli®poons of baking Pow der; fold in the whites of the eggs last. If you use cocoa, add one-half a teaspoon of cloves; steam for twenty minutes in small molds or forty min- utes in large molds. Fill the molds half full. “Serve with vanila sauce or whipped cream. CHILDREN'S CLOTHES STILL . TO BE SHORT AND STRAIGHT BY ANNE RITTENHOUSE. There are two general types of ice cream, called American or FBhiladel- phia, and French or custard. The ' American is the simpler, consisting, Little girls' clothes been lobster for supper if she hadn’t have been (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) (Copyright, 1921, by the International Syndicate.) LAFAYETTE'S STATUE OPPOSITE. TREASURY OF COUNTRY TO WHICH HE LENT MONEY. THE TRAVELOG BOY TOOKS ACROSS LAFAYETTE PARK FROM LAFAYETTE'S STATUE. Dear Juniors: There has never been a time when I could not read about Lafayette. He certainly was a man we boys should read about, and also about how he helped this country. This statue to him is in Lafayette Park, and it is right across the street from the United States Treasury that handles millions of dollars every da But when Lafa- yette came to this country’ id he had to borrow money from his bank- ers to help the colonies along. u remember what they said Pershing said when he got to Pari Lafayette, we are here.” I do not know whether Perzhing said it or not, but we were oertainly due because of what La- fayette did for us. It seems strange #o think that this country was ever @e poor Its soldiers could not eat half | the time, as was true in the revolu- tion, and now the statue of the man who helped is right across from that great big treasury of this great big country. Lafayette had a terribly long name to live up to and here it is: Marie Jean Paul Roch Yves Gilbert Motier, Marquis de La Fayette. I guess they named children for all their uncles and aunts in those days. just as some people do nowadays. You know the name of the Prince of Wales goes this way: His Royal Highness Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Pat- rick David, of Windsor, Prince of ‘Wales. And he is a prince, too. in the American way of saying things.' Peter Does Help After All. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. He bravest is who is afraid. Yet dares to give the helpless aid. —Peter Rabbit. hidden near the young Heron caught in a trap just within the swamp near the Big river. Nothing happened and now the Black Shadows were hastening back to the Purple Hills and jolly, round red Mr. Sun was be- ginning his daily climb up in the blue, blue sky. He hadn’t appeared yet, but he would very soon. The young Heron had awakened and struggled with that terrible trap until he was quite used up. His mother, Mrs. Longlegs, had gone over to the Big River to try to catch a fish or a frog for his breakfast. Peter had just made up his mind that it was foolish of him to waste his time by staying there when there was noth- ing he could do. He was all ready to gay goodby to the young Heron and hurry back to the dear Old Briar Patch when he caught a glimpse of something red moving further back in_the swamp. He didn't have to look twice to know that that was the red coat of Reddy Fox. Very carefully Peter sat up straight that he might see better. Reddy was trotting along, sniffing from side to side, now running a bit Yeast. or told me thé other day that !h:f:dnc;()r taking yeast was continuing as strongly as ever. 1 asked him why e criticised yeast, which I had always believed so valuable, and he answered Qquickly that he was not criticising be- Siuse he considered yeast one of the most valuable simple remedies he could p be. east is not medicine. It is more ne:rly 2 food, it agrees with every one, it can be pul anywhere, and it has the great virtue of costipg practi- lly nothing. c‘llf your face flushes when you eat a _big dinner, if overeating makes the skin “epotty, if the least heat makes you so tired you feel sick, if your nose gets red easily, if you have a sallow skin, if u feel mentally —if any of these things bother you, Sou will probably find a permanent cure veast. In Ye3st is a laxative, and it is much more than that. It purifies the entire System, it even supplies those mys- terious necessary vitamines which doctors talk so much about. Accord- ing to the severity of the trouble you can take from one to six cakes of Yeast every day. &argonally, . 4 think the easiest Peter Rabbit had spent the nl‘ml and physically slug-| g 1 saw him when he was here when he called upon Mrs. Dewey, and he certainly is a fine fellow. I hope he has a lot of good luck when he gets to be king. But I was telling about Lafayette. What 1 read about La- fayette reminds me of David of Windsor, that is the name I like best. The marquis went to the aid of the colonies and yet he was from a great family in France who cared iittle or nothing about poor folks and the col- onies. He bought a ship and loaded it with ammunition when he was just a_voung man. Then the king stopped him and he had to make his escape to get to his boat in Spain and then to Amer! Those are the kind of boys that get somewhere. Washington took a liking to Lafayette right away, and be- fore the war was over Lafayette was a general. Years and years afterward he made a tour of this country and the people gave him a welcome that was a dandy, so the books say. He was born in 1757, so_you see he was only twenty years old when he started his big adventure of sailing away to the colonies. Read everything you can find about Lafayette. ‘What he is thought of in this coun- try is shown by the number of towns named for him. Then there is a La- fayette college, and every big city has a Lafayette street, I guess. There are some more things in Lafayette Park I will write about. RUSSELL BURKE, The Travelog Boy. this way and that way. Reddy was hunting. Peter had been hunted too often by him to make any mistake on that. Peter's first thought was that Reddy was hunting for him. Then he re- membered that Reddy didn't know he was over there in the swamp. He was just hunting for anybody or any-' thing he could find. Then right on the heels of that thought came the thought of the young Heron held fast in the trap. Could it be that Reddy had heard about it? A sharp look at Reddy decided Peter that Reddy hadn’t heard about the young Heron. “He has just happened over here in the swamp this morning,” thought Peter. “There isn't anybody in par- ticular on his mind. Oh, dear, what did_he_have to come here just now for? Why couldn't he have gone somewhere else this morning? He is heading right over this way now and if he‘keeps on he will be sure to find that young Heron. Mrs. Longlegs has gone fishing and there isn’t anybody to do a thing. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! If only I could do something!™ And then all_in a flash an idea came to him. If Reddy should dis- cover him it might be that he could lead Reddy away from that part of the swamp! Peter thought hard and fast. He was trying to think of & place of safety should Reddy chase him. At last he thought of a certain old log that was partly hollow with an opening at one end just big enough for him to get through, but too small for Reddy to get his head through. It lay over on the other side of the swamp. Could he get there before Reddy could catch him? He would have to run his very best to-do it. And he might not be able to do it even then. It was a great risk. If he sat still where he was hidden under the ferns the chances were that Reddy would not find him at all. He would find the helpless young Heron and then he would have no thought for any- body else. Why should he, Peter, risk_his life for one who probably wouldn't even thank him. The fact is_he probably wouldn’t even know what Peter had done. “Shame,” said something _inside Peter. “Shame on you.” Peter slipped swiftly away -under the ferns and headed so as to cross right in front of Reddy Fox. And as he ran it came to him that he was going to help after all; and he was glad. method is to dissolve one cake in a couple of tablespoonfuls of water and to swallow it down, and if you don't like its taste to drink a little water immediately afterward. It might be pleasanter to dissolve the yeast in a little fruit juice. Some people say they would rather spread the com- pressed cake as they purchase it on a cracker and eat it, but if you don't like its taste you won’t like this lengthy process.” As a matter of fact, if you let the dissolved .yeast stay in water half an hour or so it tastes a little like wine, though I am quite sure it has not developed any alcohol Cupie, S. B. B.—You can reduce your weight if you eliminate most of the starchy foods. A diet in reduc- tion will include bran bread, all green vegetables, plenty of fruit except grapes and bananas, fish anl all sea 00 ds. Embarrassed One.—You can break up the habit of blushing if you take a long and deep breath as soon as you feel yourself about to blush. This exercise destroys the cause, which is self-consciousness; ‘as mind is focused on the breathing, which not only relleves this sensitiveness, but floods the whole circulation with oxygen. This clears the mind and re- stores the poise, which is disturbed during the process of blushing. for plain vanila ice cream, of a quart of thin cream, sweetened by three- quarters of a cupful of sugar, flavored by a tablespoonful and a haif of va- nilla, and frozen. Upon this simple base all sorts of elaborations can be made. Marmalades and preserves may be served with vanilla ice cream, or it may be served on hot mince or apple ple, a very indigestible but de- licious outrage upon a protesting digestive system. Chocolate sauce poured hot over ice cream, if made of precisely the right consistency, sugars and hardens just enough to be most delectable. This is the orig- inal and still the best form of the manifold sundae of the soda foun- tains. To make chocolate sauce, boil a cup and a half of water with half a cup of sugar flve minGtes; mix a tablespoonful of arrowroot or corn- starch smoothly with half a cup of cold water, and stir in six tablespoon: of grated chocolate, or three of pow: dered cocoa, stir into the hot sirup, add a few grains of salt, boil three minutes, remove from the fire, flavor with half a teaspoon of vanilla, and serve hot to pour over vanilla ice cream. For French or custard ice cream, which the egg makes more nourishing tham the other, mix a tablespoon of flour with a cup of sugar and an elghth of a teaspoon of salt; add one egg slightly beaten and two cups of scalded milk gradually; cook twenty minutes over hot water, stirring con- stantly at first. Cool, add a quart of thin cream, and two tablespoons of vanilla and freeze. French ice cream has a much smoother grain and finer flavor if it is made the day before and allowed to stand over night be- fore being frozen with the cream zand vanilla, (Copyright, 1921.) LISTEN, WORLD! ‘BY ELSIE ROBINSON. I hope if I'm a real good girl, God will let me do something after I die. 1 hope He'll turn me into a particularly husky spook and let me come back to earth for just one day. ‘What would I do during that one day? T'd do a plenty! I'd fly around and look up a certain type of cross mother I've been watching. I'd take those mothers by the arm and, after I had ‘em firm in my hard, spooky grip, I'd yank their arms the way I've seen them yank their bables. I'd yank ’'em until their joints Yankers. cracked and their toes dangled from the ground and they howled with fright and pain. And then I'd let them down and go flapping home to Heaven filled with satisfaction. 1 don’t blame any mother for get- ting cross, mad, peeved, worn out and actually murderous at times. As a matter of fact—and all fathers ought to know this—a pink and dim- pled roly-poly can, at times, be more cantankerous than a Bengal tiger with a toothache. I won't say a word against that mother if she uses language unbe- coming to a lady. She isn’t human if she doesn’t break out sometimes. But the mother who yanks a tiny toddler by its soft little arms and hauls it Sopping through the air like a Boston bag, that mothde'r oughta be run into the city pound! Paris Approves Scarfs. Not a brand-new style, but one that is striking in its prominence as summer fashion fads develop, is the vogue for scarfs. ica scarfs have been rather popular for four or five years. College girls and rding school girls have worn woolen scarfs instead of furs even when women In the city would not have done so. But now Paris has set her seal of approval on all sorts of scarfs, and we are learning that at the smart resorts women began wearing these attractive scarfs in early spring. The shops are showing any number of interesting silk_ scarfs, always colorful, usually stfiped or checked, making use of two or three Rright colors. And you may use your i dividual taste in wearing these scarfs. You may let them cross at the left shoulder with one end hang- ing at the back and one at the front. Or you may cross them over the breast in front, or let the ends hang down In the line of a Tuxedo syeater and confilne them by the belt at the waist line. Now scarf knitting vies with sweater knitting. It appeals to the novice, as any one who knows the rudiments of knitting can do the straight-ahead work of a scarf. Some- times the openwork effect is pro- duced by pulling out 2 whole line of stitches from end to end at definite intervals across the scarf. Often scarfs are made to go with the sweater. One ttractive silk scarf showed a wide section of black directly in the middle, then stripes of orange with long ends of beige. This was worn with a beige sweater with border and cuffs of striped orange, beige and black. A very attractive scarf is made from woolen stockinette. This is woven in tubing and one length makes three scarfs. The e are finished in coarse woolen butt®nhol- ing and the ends are gathered into tassels of woolen, crocheted into place and decorated with woolen crochet devices suggesting flowers. =~ Baked Souffie Potatoes. Select six large even-sized pota- toes, wash and scrub them, and when dry bake them in a hot oven until done. Cut off a small portion of the skin and remove the inside part while hot; rub this quickly through a sieve into as dish, add one tablespoon of cream, one tablespoon of butter, salt, pepper, nutmeg to taste, and work in four yolks of eggs; beat the whites of four eggs to a stiff froth and.stir lightly into the mixture. Fill the potato shells with this, and bake slowly for about half an hour, or long enough for the mixture to rise, and the surface to brown. If liked, a little grated cheese can be added to the mixture and sprinkled over the top of the potatoes just before baking the second time. The 014 Gardener Says: ‘While celery that has been blanched with earth is thought, to have a superior flavor, gar- den makers find it much easier to use boards, heavy wrapping paper, or the bleaching paper sold especially for the purpose. There is always danger of caus- ing rust if soil is used for early celery. Moreover, more space is required in the garden if this plan is followed. If you use boards have them twelve inches wide. Set them close to the row on each side and en. them upright with a light cross-plece having a wire nail at each end. Boards six feet long are con- venient and satisfactory. Here in Amer-|w, closely paralleling adult clothes for several seasons. We could go longer find so much to marvel at as we used to in Velasquez’'s paintings of the Spanish infantas—four-year-olds in ballooning skirts held out on iron hoops, long, pointed stomachers and choking ruffs and collars. The mar- vel was that these styles were worn at all. We have recently dressed our own children very much as we dress- ed ourselves, so why should we be n!ll‘;nrlled at those Spanish ladies of old? Now we may be on the threshold of a period when little girls’ clothes no longer follow in the same groove as women’s. But it will be because the women's clothes are changing in line and silhouette rather than that any great change has come in the mode of little girls. Women'’s skirts are gradually but surely growing longer, while there is no indication of an increased length in little girls’ skirts. Skirts are becoming wider and in some cases ballooning out at the hips, but this tendency is almost never reflect- ed in little girls’ clothes. ‘The straight line, flatly trimmed frock and jacket remain the selection for girls under twelve. For girls under twelve the frock that shows bloomers under a short- skirted smock is the choice of many mothers. This makes quite distinct- ly the mode of children so attired from those who are dressed in skirts and petticoats. Some of the new bloomer frocks are called pantalette frocks, though they are not at all suggestive of the pantalettes of white muslin edged with lace and tucks that were the bugbear of little girls of the Second Empire. They are usually dark bloomers, made fairly full, often with cuffs that are trimmed. The skirts over these bloomers are slit at the side to show the bloomers and to permit of freer action. Sometimes there is interesting lacing or strap- pings at theseé side slashes. In one thing the little girl models borrow from the styles of their elders and that if in sleeve treatment. There are the same close-fitting armholes |OF NAVY BLUE SERG and set-in sleeves in many of thel WI frocks designed for autumn and win- ter, and the same three-quarter or fuli-length sleeve showing the widen- ing at the armhole. Obviously the Jenny sleeve or any other drooping sleeve hanging down from a deep armhole is a poor selection for the little girl. It is difficult enough for an adult to manage such a sleeve to advantage, when we have become ac- customed to the freedom and lack of constraint of the short sleeve for all occasions. Navy biue is still the best selection for little girls’ outdoor clothes when warm weather permits and something durable is desired. TRere are many ways of adding color and noveity tc Answers to Letters. “Petite’ “I read your recent work- ing schedule for the farm woman, in which you said that it was not the farm wife's duty to help with out- of-door work. I want to give you my schedule, which may be of interest to others: I get up every day at § a.m., milk three cows while my younger sister milks two; then I sep- arate the milk and help feed a num- ber of calves; I next prepare break- fast and gather fresh flowers for the table. During this time my mother has fed and watered 300 chickens, built a fire and started breakfast and done other duties. “After breakfast I sweep and clean as many of the nine rooms as neces- sary, while my mother and little sis- ters do the dishes and my grand- mother makes the beds. All this is completed before the real day's work begins, at 7:30 or 8 o'clock. “Mother and I do all the sewing and washing for our family of seven, besides the housework, and then find time to help a great deal out of doors. ‘e g0 to the county seat several times a week and attend Sunday school every Sunday, where mother is a teacher and I am the secretary. T am a high school graduate, and I prefer farmwork to a business career. I belleve it is the farm woman’s duty to care for the chickens and do most of the work in the kitchen garden if she wants her husband to have good crops.” Answer—I believe your letter will interest many. But I do not think “fficienf ousek Laure. A Kirkman your case similar to that of the farm woman whose letter I answered re- (Signed letters pertaining to treatment, will be answered By Dr. lew can be_answered here. No Autoboyography. ‘Well, for a little boy I have, fears father, had a great deal to say. Here I am in the eighteenth chapter of my life thus far, and quite a hero I have made of myself, too, I dessay. But you know how this is, fellows. A pretty ordinary person is sure to swell to enormous proportions when he happens to play a role in history of his own or another's writing. You will get the idea I mean to convey when you resd Boswell's Life of John- son. Father has inflicted many chap- ters of that on me at perverse times. and I'll tell the world that Dr. Wat- son expatiating on the exploits of the mighty Holmes had nothing on that worm of a Boswell clacking about his master. But now that I have reached the end of my rope and am about to go into a long, well merited silence, by father’s decision, I don't mind confessing that I am really en- titled to be classified in the category ‘“‘nervous break- heuma- tism,” “tonics,” and ‘“colds”; that is to say, there is no such thing. I h: never existed at all. I am just aracter in the book. Now, fellows, get this clear and straight. There is nothing fictitious or unreal about father, as a few brigands of the healing world would have folks think. Father is quite gen- uine and Substant! a little too sub- stantial, in fact, especially for’a man who deals so severely with slacker flesh and overeating. And I am the child of my father, but only his brain chlld. However, be that neither here nor there. I have been true to-my character,. I fondly believe, for father | has carefully edited every chapter of my blography this time, and not a ll:fla protest has been lodged with s by a child specialist—a boast we could not make when we published our autobabyography. In making my final bow, prepara- tory to departing into the wherefore ce I whithered, I venture to -ex- press the hope that I may be suc- ceeded by a sort of child prodigy— you remember, maybe, that a boy is a2 boy and a girl is just a child in father’s lexi that this child may emulate my example by writing her autogirlography as a kind of off- set to my opus mag. In a visionary way I foresee a complete series grac- ing the family bookshelf one of these days, all bearing the Brady imprint. First the autobabyography, then the Personal Health Service By WILLIAM BRADY, M. D Noted Physician and Asuthor personal health and hygiene. mot to di Brady if a stam Letters should be brief and written in ink. Owing to t) e a fe ly can be made to que; re. repl; Address Dr. William Brady, in care of The Star.) TH BANDS OF Y. THIS JACKET FROCK SHOW! THE NEW TYPE OF TWO-PIECE FROCK FOR LITTLE GIRLS. this navy blue serge. Sometimes they are trimmed with appliques of highly colored flannel or broadcloth. Some- times the broadcloth bands are pinked at the edges. These appliques some- times are in the form of flowers with a little effective embroidery used to bring out the color of the flowers. In the sketch there is one of these new little girls' frocks. It is made of navy blue serge .trimmed with bands of yello {Coprright, 1921.) cently (giving the working schedule to which you refer). She had all the housework to do alone—while your family is large and there are many helping hand; 1, too, believe that where there are plenty to do the in- door work a farmer should have help, besides hired help, with his outdoor chores. Constant Reader: “Here is my recipe for doughnuts that never fail and never have a greasy taste. Mix two level teaspoons of butter, one cup of sugar, a pinch of ‘salt and one- half teaspoon of nutmeg together well. Beat two eggs well and add these to the dry mixture. Dissolve a scant level teaspapn of soda in one cup of sour milk and stir this also into the mixture. Mix one rounded teaspoon of baking powder and three and one-half cups of unsifted flour; add this also to the mixing bowl and stir“well together. Turn out onto a floured board, roll, cut and fry in hot lard. I have found that doughnuts are much better fried in lard compound than in home-rendered lard, as the lard compound is not so greasy. “Here is another hint: In making cakes if you wish to measure one-half cup of butter, first fill the cup one- half full of water, then add butter enough to fill the cup; this saves but- ter because it does not stick to the cup, and also saves the housewife from having to wash a greasy cup. I would like to know just how to make angel and devil's food cakes, and also good raisin sandwiches and cheese sandwiches.” Answer—Thank you for the dough- nut recipe. The cake and sandwich recipes you wish will appear in this column later. se diagnosis dressed eavelope ‘s nciosed. number of letters received, only Dot conforming to instructions. self- autoboyography, next an autogirl raphy, and maybe even a comple?n;‘; - ary volume on social hygiene for the older boys and girls. Should that child prodigy undertake the sequel to my work, her “life” ought to possess the charm of verishimilitude (oh, fel- lers, there's a dandy word to roll off your tongue!), for by some whim of Ole Lady Destiny father has been blessed, in actuality, with nothing but one child after another and nary a boy to warrum the: coekles' of - his heart. Alas, the only boy dad ever had was just a figment of the imag- ination, and now even the ‘urgratéful figment fades from the picture, happy in the assurances received from so many readers that his precepts have ::S:’er:mt n‘(:‘:v golod fathers and 80 much easier, to get.alo with. So long, folks. * ‘Be"xoo‘fll ‘:2‘7 gouft little boys. Remember they on’t grow on eve ily tree. Mind your dads, unz-s. m'l‘ eyy don’t all have little hoys. Your young friend, AUTO BOY OGRAPHY. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. 0. W. Stufr, Please tell me is butter or sub- stances that are greasy harmful to the stomach? I am a boy 14 years old training for boxing. Fve heard :ertllnflpgoblie l:a“dng about the mat- er an wish to find ou = self. (L. T.) L Answer.—You can scarcely put het- ter food in your stomach than but- ter, my boy, for the stuff to grow and thrive on. Also most other “greasy” things are fine food. .You are making a bad ‘beginning in your training— ask a good doctor about diet, and don’t pay any attention to the gos- sip of Tom, Dick and Harry. (Copyright, 1921.) New Use for Old Chairs. Do not throw away your old chairs. By cutting them down you can make them useful for the front steps to sit on hot summer evenings. Take a saw and cut off the back legs entirely, then measure the depth of the step and cut off the front legs so that they will just reach the next lower step. In this way the chairs will fit on the steps, and the. fact that they hav “I went over the same ground from room to room that I'd been through with the inspector only a few minutes before, but I did not find anything else till I came to the housekeep- er's room again,” McCarty continued, unheeding the interruption. “The locks on the desk there were shiny and dripping with rresh oil, and when I lifted it it was lighter and nothing slid around inside. Some- body had slipped up behind us and opened the drawers of both of the desks, taking out whatever was in- side; somebody who knew how to work that spring lock. “I didn’t find hide uor hair of him, though, and I'd upset and broke a bottle of perfumery in Mrs. Creve- ling’s room, bad luck to it! When I got_back down to the study Clancy sniffed it on me and 1 doubt that I've lost the smell of it yet!"” He went on, telling of the arrival of George Alexander, the valet Hill, his own discovery of the bloodstained card thrust under the tapestry on the table and the return of Mrs. Crevel- ing and gnally the cook and butler. “And all you've got to go on.” Dennis summed up for him, “is the bit of amber mouthpiece the other man had smoked with, the lone card and the marks of gloved fingers on the desk upstairs. “Not quite. m asking myself a lot of questions, Denny, for there's more in a look sometimes or a chance word than in_ all the fingerprints in the world. For instance, what's there be- tween that valet and Mrs. Creveling's umcle, George Alexander? They tried their best to slip away for a little confab together, but 1 kept my eye on them; there's something they both know and each of them was afraid that the other would let it out. Why did that valet, Hill, say he had just ‘returned’ and correct it to ‘arrived'? If he had nothing to conceal either on his own account or on Creveling's why did I have to drag out of him the little I learned? Why wouldn't he tell where he'd been all night? When the inspector asked him if he knew Creveling was coming to his house last evening 'twas on the tip of his tongue to deny it when he remem- bered that he'd taken the things from the caterer's men himself for the sup- per and they'd say so if they were questioned. .It's plain, of course, that Creveling got rid of all the servants for the night, so that none of them should see who his company was, but I've an ides that Hill knows, all the same. > “You don’t think- Dennis chose his words with evident care. *“You don’t think maybe it was a—a lady he had to supper and she shot him after in a fit of jealously “With a .44 that has a Kick to it like an army mule?” McCarty snorted. “Inspector Druet asked Hill if Crevel- ing “ever entertained ladies in his home during his wife’s absence and the valet said no, that they were strictly stag suppers, and he didn't seem any too much anxious to give the names of any of the gentlemen who'd been present. He said they just ate and drank and smoked and chin- ned, with never a little game to while away the hour’s; that Creveling hadn’t touched a card in years. “Then how did that nine of dia- mons come to be therc on the table?’ demanded Dennis. There was a pause, and then Me- Carty replied slowl “I don't know, unless some way it was a part of the grim game that was played out to a finish between the two of them in the stydy after supper. “A game of life and death, with Creveling losing the odd trick.” Den- nis nodded. “If you did not find the rest of the pack lying around maybe the one card was brought by the man that killed him as a sign or a re- minder. Oh, vou needn’t be looking at me like that, Mac! Stranger things than that are going on behind those white marble fronts, for all you know! But what was that migh blank wall built for at the back?” “That's one of the questions I've been asking myself, like I told you. McCarty cocked his ear at a newsboy's heard the order given? Of course, all this has nothng to do with the murder itself, but, knowing so much, it wouldn’'t surprise me if they knew or at least suspected who Creveling's guest was that night.” “Then what are they all shielding him for? Blackmail?” Dennis’ _gray eyes snapped with interest. “From what you've told me of them, Mac, *twould hardly be loyalty would keep them quiet; you'd think they each of them had a fish to fry, by the looks of i McCarty darted a quick glance at his_companion. “True for you, Denny, and I'm won- dering if maybe this fellow Hill isn't trying deliberately to draw our fire by refusing to tell where he spent the night, meaning to collect privately from somebody for creating the di- versfon. ollinsand Sarah are easy to handle, but that valet is away above his job and he's been with Creveling since his bachelor days, probably knows more about him than any one else in the world. If we could only find the way to make him talk o “What about Mrs. Creveling?” in- terrupted Dennis suddendly. what you say, she took the news as cool as a cucumber. Now I don’t pre- tend to know anything about the working of a woman’s mind, not be- ing a damned fool, but it don‘t seem natural like for her not to scream nor faint nor raise some sort of a ruction.” “I don’t know.” McCarty held a match to his cigar and then flipped it into the gutter. “She's a deter- mined woman and a strong one and she’s got her own suspicions, all right, but she knows she can’t prove anything by herself; that's why she called in_the biggest man in his line she ever herd of—Terhune. She'll waste no time keening the dead till she's caught the one that killed him, that is if there’s any grief in her heart. “If there isn’t, why should she be so anxious to get revenge on the mur- derer?” asked Dennis. i “Well, if there’s oue thing. that's stronger than grief it's hate, \enn and I'm thinking Mrs. Creveling Zor all her gentle ways would be a good hater. We got more than a hint from her uncl testimoney that there might have been-a commercial angle to that marriage, and every on but him is willing to admit that Creveling was no_saint, neither be- fore mnor after, though her friends don’t think she’s been on to his phi- landering.” ““Her friends'?” Dennis repeated. Sure. 1 had a little talk with one of them just now at the Belterre Hotel, the husband of the lady she’s been staying with down on Long Is land.” He described his interview with Douglas Waverly and the corrobora- tion of his alibi over the telephone b; Venner, and Dennis istled. that's the kind of a bird Creveling’s been traveling with, is it? Fat and flashy and going to _con fen’s parties on the side! ~That érowd can't be the real thing in spite of their money, Mac, take it from me. What show was it vou said the girls at the supper came from?” “The ‘Bye-bve Baby’ company. McCarthy glanced again at his com- panion. “Why? Is it show girls that's interesting you now, at your time of life? The sarcasm passed over Dennis’ hard head. “It i not,” he responded equably. “And as to my time of life I'll ha unnoticed Nothing. only Terry Burns' daugh- ter is in it; Beatrice, the little one. He was telling me only the other day that there was no holding her back. She calls herself °‘Trixie’ now and threw over Eddie Kirby that's well fixed in the ice business for what she speaks about as a ‘career.’ Terry's as fine a fellow as ever promoted a fight in Harlem and I'd hate to think shrill call down the street and shook his head. “No. IUll be too early for the papers to get hold of it yet. It's funny how they were all o sure, even his wife, that Creveling had been mur- dered, and him with the pistol lying besidé him. It was only when Mrs. Creveling spoke of calling in Terhune that her uncle backslid and pretended that he thought it might have been suicide, after all.” “Terhune!” Dennis exclaimed. “For the love of the saints, is he in on this, too?” “With both feet, and T misdoubt a couple of his little sclentific recording machines up his sleeve.” McCarty chuckled. * *Twould have done you more good than a drop of the best to have seen his face when I came back after talk- ing to the cook and butler and found him _in the hal “So ‘twas Mrs. Creveling called hi; in and her uncle didn’t want him. ennis was slowly. digesting the facts. Do you think this Alexander and the valet were in_cahoots? It looks as though the both of them were tryig to _shield somebody, all right.” “I don’t understand the attitude of the whole lot of them.” McCarty shook his head once more. “From the minute Mrs. Creveling put her foot in the house there seemed to be a kind of a silent battle going on between her and her uncle; you could feel it in the air. He was trying to run the whole affair to suit himself and she defying him_and getting her own way, too. inethe' end. Say, Denny, there was a fire in the neighborhood last night, wasn’t there? Dennis stared. “Sure, what night isn’t there, with the people packed in flats like sardines in a box! But what are you getting at, Mac? “When was the fire and where?” “Along about 2, on the next block,” Dennis replied. “An upset kerosene stove started it in a dressmaker’s place on the ground floor, where she was working late, and it spread to the basement before we could get it un- der control, but it didn’t get upstairs, though the tenants were pretty well it “That's where the butler's sister, Mrs. Carroll, live: here he and his wife spent the night.” MecCarty drew a cigar from his pocket and chewed the érid ruininatively. “They’'re queer birds. The cook would have talked, I'm thinking, but her husband shut her up, though at that I caught them in one lie. Before Sarah got sight of me standing behind Hill she said to him_ that she wished Mr. Creveling would have his parties somewhere else and leave them in peace, but when I told them Creveling had been shot the butler denied that neither of them knew he expected any one last night. In the next breath after Sarah learned that Mrs. Creveling had already come home she bewailed that the rooms were not in order and she had all the lobster and stuff from the caterer’s to clean up. How did she know there'd smoked out. How did you know about |~ Used in Millions e ————————— of little Bea at a party like the one Venner gave.” mind Terry and the famil though 'tis years since I've seen any of them,” McCarty observed medita- tively. ‘twas a daughter of mine- “ *Tis no daughter of either of us, thanks be!” Dennis ejaculated de- voutly “So you got nothing out of this Waverly except that there was another woman in the case with Creveling?” *“That, and a flash at his cigarette case” McCarty rose. “I'll be getting on downtown now; I want to go home and clean up and see a couple of people before I report to the inspec- t at 6 Dennis an- “If so be you 3 “I'm off duty nounced wistfully. want me—?" “T'll give you a ring” McCarty promised. “Terhune and Inspector Druet and me being in this already we might as well make a quartet of it, like old times. dress suit?”’ Dennis eyed him askance. (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) Have you got a Things You’ll Like to Make. 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