Evening Star Newspaper, August 25, 1921, Page 26

BY ISABEL OSTRANDER. Author of “The Island of Intrigue,” “Suspense,” “Ashées to Ashes.” etc. ‘ | halted McCarty in the middle of a busy street, to the imminent danger of his neck and the wrath of the traffic policeman. Urged to action by the honk of a motor horn just be- hind his ear, he sprang mechanically for the curb and continued his way as though in a daze. Creveling had opened the jewel case when he took it from the safe to give it to his wife and she had mentioned that she intended to have the stones reset almost immediately, but he had tried to dissuade her from doing so. Had his disapproval been merely be- Gause their antique setting appealed to his artistic sense, as Mrs. Creve: ling said, or had he another reason? Were the stones in those old settings the same ones which she had placed in his charge only a few days before? There was another problem, too, in McCarty’s mind, which bore more di- rectly on the murder, but he thrust it for the moment aside. He had felt from the start of the investigation that Hill held a possible key fo the mystery if only he could be persuaded to speak; would he break silence now if he might thereby save his wife from going to trial? ‘When the former valet was ushered into” his presence at the Tombs Mc- Carty-beamed at him in a guileless, friendly manner. “Hello, Hill,” he began genially. “I guess you knew we couldn’t hang_ that ;!:’:r_:‘!fr charge on you for long, didn’t ‘The man's face was drawn and hag- gard and he raised burning eyes to mee i the clear blue ones which smiled at him. “What does that matter?’ he asked listlessly. “You've found her—!" “I did, but she got away from me Friday night,” McCarty said frankly. “Got awa; Hill clutched suddenly at 2 chair, as if for support. “She's down at headquarters now: that Hopkins woman on the floor below you has been taking care of her, but she gave herself up when she heard that you were charged with Creveling’s murder, so that she could prove your alibi. Here! Buck up, man!" With a groin Hill had sunk into a chair and covered his face with his thin (Continued from Yesterday's Star:) ““What do you mean?" Infpector Druet demarnded. “I'made a dummy of her!" she replied with evident satisfaction. ““There wasn't a plage you could hide a cat in my rooms‘and I was at my wit's end when all at once I thought of the form—the figure, you know, that I drape dresses on. Quick as a wink I whipped that wed- ng dress off it, dragged it over and stuck it in the closet and made Mrs. Hildreth stand straight up on the skirt-measuring platform. I don’t know how I ever got that wedding dress on her, for it was an awful tight fit, her being so big, but I man- aged it somehow, pulling the skirt down over her feet.and throwing a sheet. over the top of her, like I al- ways do over dresses on the form to keep them clean. When the police- man and your detective come through my rooms I was sitting on the floor, stitching_away at the hem of that skirt and they never so much as lifted a corner of the sheet!” McCarty coughed, but the inspector avpided his eye and asked hastily: “What happened after they had sope ™ othing. Mrs. Hildreth came down off the platform and. told me who she wag and the story she's come here to tell} you now .and nobody knmew she was in my rooms until now. Ever singe she read In the papers yesterday afternoon that her husband had been arrested for that murder she was near crasy. and this morning she:couldn’t and it any longer, for she knew he * would never speak and give away where she was; he'd go to the chair first. She made up her mind to some down here to-you amd nothing could st her. this all true?” The inspector turiied once more to the woman ‘be- fors him. “Are you the wife of Frank HiR?" “yes, sir; I have brought with me myjmarriage certificate. It is most certainly true that my husband was at Nome with me at the time the mur- der'was committed and true also that 1 did not touch the jewels of Mrs. Creyelipg. ugt Uhat when I was first arrested, buti; what I suspect—" she shrugged. “Who would listen or belleve?" “We'll listen to you, all right.” the inspector promised- “Sit down and tellime everything. You are Swedish andlicalled yourself Ilsa Helwig, didn’t vot when you went to work at the Crd¥elings'# . “¥es, sir, it 18 my name. I am of German parents, but always I have livea in_Stockholm. In Ottober I went as housemaid to the Crevelings. and. in January I marrled Frank” She paused. and then added: “I have so ghany times before told my story of ‘What .happened the afternoon the empfalds disappeared, but perhaps you do ot know. As.Mrs. Creveling testi- fled] I was summoned to help her dress for the pageant and had unpacked her costume.when she came into the room with the jewel case in her hand. She put it down' upon her dressing table and then Rollins came to say that maie ome wanted her on the tele- phgge. I had all day such a head- ache I was nearly crazy and I thought - T would have time to slip away to m: room and take a powder before Mrs. Creveling returned. 1 did go up_to my room, sir, not down stairs, as Mr. - Creveling swore; I did not touch the jewel case. But who would belleve?” “Did you go directly back to Mrs. Creveling's dressing room after you took your medicine?’ *iYes, but she had already returned, sir. No one was more surprised than I when she opened the jewel case and it was empty, but I—I never thought that I should be accused. I—it stunned me. I was for a time like one dead. and then I began to think, and so did Frank.” She paused once more and the in- speetor said impatiently. “Well, what did you think?” “Mr. Creveling is dead, sir, and it 1s not well to speak against those who are gone, but why should he have sworn to a lie about me?’ the woman_asked simply. “Why did he try to fasten on me the theft instead of doing all he could to find out who really took the emeralds unless he knew the truth and must hide it. no matter who suffered? Yet he could not have been all bad, that man, for who sent to my lawyers the money for my bond?* The inspector bent forward over his desk. “You think that Creveling himself took his wife's emeralds?” he cried. “Will you swear that neither you nor your husband know where the ten thousand came from for your bail?” “I swear it, sir! It happened ex- actly as my lawyers told. Frank and I had suspected from the time Mr. Creveling said that which was not true about me, and he did not want me prosecuted from the beginhing, vou know. That was Mrs. Creveling's doing; she is of ice. that lady. Ice and iron!—but it does not matter about m I can prove. nothing against Mr. Creveling and she must do with me as she wishes. You have heard my good friend here: her word has cleared my husband of the mur- der charge, has it not? Oh, will you set him free” The inspector sent for Martin and dispatched him with a .note to the commissioner. Then for the first time he addressed MecCarty: “What do you think, Mac?" McCarty cast a warning glance toward the two women who were con- versing together in the corner and re- plied in low, quick tones: “Pm thinking I'd llke to go to the Tombs with the paper that lets Hill out-and have a talk with him.” ‘An hour later, as he made his way over to the gloomy, turreted pile of gray stone, McCarty went carefully in retrogpection through the account of the theft which 'Mrs. Creveling had given him. That she herself had con- spired with her husband to make away with her own jewels and place the blame upon the girl was unthink- able, but that Creveling might have abstracted them from the jewel case tempor: absence of both mis- his own wife's trinkets. ‘he must steal RGN thought Then .a sudden lopyright, 1921, by Robert M. MoBride & Co. and maid was another matter. But surely, in spite of his partner’s statement as to the shrinkage of his capital, Creveling could not have been brought so low financially that I told all that I knew |hand: t's why you took me up!” he “You did it to make her show herself! Oh, why did she do it? Couldn't she realize that I would rather have anything happen to me than that she should be caught!" “*Twas the very best thing that she could have done!” McCarty asserted stoutly. ‘““We'd have got her sooner or later, and that with her jumping her bail and all it might have looked pretty black-against her, but now since she's come clean, Hill, I don’'t mind telling you that if your wife's story is straight I'm going to back her up. I'm going to see what Creveling himself might have had to do with the stealing of those emeralds!" For an instant Hill looked up with a gleam of hope in his eyes. Then they darkened sullenly and he shook his head. “It's only another trick!" he mut- tered. “Why would any one think that Mr. Creveling would take his wife's jewels? We'd have had no chance to convince people without proof, and Ilsa had better have kept quiet; it'll only go harder with her.” 'Tis no trick!” McCarty protested. “I know that Creveling needed money bad and those stones were worth thirty thousands—" “Money?’ Hill' interrupted him in surprise. “Why, we thought he had given them to anothe: * He stopped with his lips pressed tightly together, but McCarty finished the sentence for him. “To another woman, do you mean? Hill, I'm speaking the God's truth when I tell you that if you'll come across with all you know about Crev. eling I'll do my best to clear your wife of the charge against her and get the indictment quashed. That can only be done by finding the stones or proving who took them and what became of them. I'm willing to say right now that I don’'t think your wife is guilty, but you’ll have to help me prove it. 'Will you?” Once more Hill's haggard eyes studied his face and after a long minute he drew a deep breath and straightened in his chair. “Yes, sir,” he said. “I believe you now, and if you'll only get her free I'll tell you everything I know about Eugene Creveling!” (Continued in Tomorrow’s Star.) Buttermilk Lemonade and Whey Punch Refreshing. Buttermilk lemonade can be made by adding to each glass of butter- milk two tablespoonfuls of lemon juice and one or more’tablespoonfuls of sugar.. The whey from cheese mak- ing may be utilized in a beverage as well as buttermilk. Whey Lemonade and Punch.—One quart whey, six tablespoons sugar, juice of two lemons. Slices of lemon or a little grated or diced rind, nut- meg or cinnamon. , chill ‘and serve as a beverage. Varlations.—Double the quantity of lemon juice and of sugar and add other fruit juices and a little fruit cut in small pieces. This transforms whey lemonade into whey punch. Set the punch away to chill and ripen, serve with crushed ice if desirea. Rhubarb, pineapple, grape, currant and cherry Jjuices lend themselves well to whey punch. A sprig of freshly crushed mint is sometimes added. Nutmeg or cinnamon will overcome any characteristic whey flavor. Whey punch may be frozen, if desired. —_— Black chantilly veils the green velvet bodice of an evening gown, and green chiffon veils the skirt of black charmeuse. | [iTTLE CTORIES lfiBE%Tller: Old Mr. Toad Is Afraid to ; Come QOut. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. ©filess one’s mind is clear of doubt. *Tis safer not to move about —O0ld Mr. Toad. Buried in the ground, where he had dug himself In under a tomato plant in the garden of Farmer Brown's Boy, Old Mr. Toad spent a very comfort- able day. :As a matter of fact, he slept all day. So of course he knew nothing of how Mr. Blacksnake had cofled for a rest right above him nor of how he had been driven away by Farmer Brown's Boy. But early in the evening Old Mr. iToad awoke. It was time for ancther !meal. His stomach was very empty. He was hungry, was Old Mr. Toad. |At once he made ready to dig him- self out, and right then he remem- | bered Mr. Blacksnake and turned pale. {Mr. Blacksnake might be walting for him right outside that very min- ute for all he knew! Old Mr. Toad lost his appetite right then and there. His stomach was as_empty as before, but he no longer felt hungry. “If 1 knew that black robber had left the garden it would be all right; then I wouldn’t be afraid,” muttered Old Mr. Toad. “But 1 don’t know. He may be over in the Old Pasture by this time. Then agaln he may be right close, waiting for me to hop Into his mouth. I don’t know where he is, but he doesn't know where I am. I'm lucky to be here. I am so. If I had gone home as early as I intended to this morning I would have been just in time for Blacksnake's breakfast. ‘What a queer world this is! I left “NOW WHO IS THAT HE THUMPING FOR OLD MR. TOAD. home last night just as usual, expect- ing to be back there by the time the dew was off the grass this morning, but here I am, and I don’'t suppose T'll ever go back to that home under the board in the shady corner of the garden. No, sir, I wop't go back there, not for a long time, anyway. Now that he knows where I did live he may come back there any time. I wouldn’t have a minute of peace try- ing to sleep there. I've got to find a new home. Hello, what is that?" Thump, thump, thump. thump! Some one was pounding the ground right over Old Mr. Toad’s head. Mr. Toad didn’t like it. He didn’t like it a bit. You see, it was almost as if he were being thumped right on his head. ‘Now, who ts that and what is he thumping for grumbled Old Mr. Toad. “I do believe it is that crazy Peter Rabbit. What does he mean? He knows I am down here and he ought to know better than to thump right over my head this way. He'll give me a headache if he keeps it up. What can he be doing it for, anyway? I wish he would go some: where else to thump.” It was Peter who was thumping, and he was thumping for Old Mr. Toad. He was trying to make Mr. Toad understand that it was safe to come out. But Old Mr. Toad didn't understan@ Peter's signals. He guessed that they might be intended for him and might mean just what they did mean—that all was safe. But he wasn’'t sure. They might be a warn- ing to stay where he was. Anyway. he was safe there and he intended to keep safe. Peter might thump until he was tired, and Old Mr. Toad's stomach might ache from emptiness, but he wouldn't move for a long, long time. He was afraid to. afraid to venture out. : “It is a wise Toad who when he knows he is safe stays safe” mut- ter;d Old Mr. Toad. He was quite right. (Copyright, 192 by T. W. Burgess.) AND WHAT IS ?" GRUMBLED And the EVERY L D. C, THURSDAY. Personal Health Service By WILLIAM BRADY, M. D Noted Physician and Asthor (Bigned letters pertaining to personal health and hyglene, not to disease dlagnosis or treatment, will be answered by Dr. Brady if a stamped, self-addressed envelope ll.;:elo-ed. Letters ahould be brief and written in ink. Owing to the iai number of letters received, only a few can be answered here. No reply can e made to querles not conforming to instructions. Address Dr. Willlam Brady, In care of The Star.) Everybody's hair seems to be fall- Ing fast. It is a sorry sight to see a fine, healthy, upright young man going bald before he has cut all his wisdom teeth—and nowadays, accord- ing to scientific tabulation, 49 per cent of adults at the age of twenty-five are without from one to all’ four wis: dom teeth. Tt is sad indeed to see a young woman losing her crown of glory. The strength of an organ is deter- mined by its use, within reasonable limitations. Unused organs are the first to degenerate in the natural process of evolution. Refinements of dfet in civilized countries account for the crumbling of our molar machin- ery. Possibly similar refinements are to blame for the alarming spread of alopecia—and it {s alarming when you first discover it creeping insidiously over the noble expanse of your own resplendent calvarium. Toxemia—some poison or other cir- culating in the ~blood—is a well known cause of falling hair. The toxemia of typhold fever, for instance, is & notorious factor; and it is equally notorious that after convalescence is established the hair grows again as heavy as, or heavier than, before. Which makes a pretty clear case against toxemia. There are countless other forms of acute or chronic toxemia: such, for instance, as autointoxication from the putrefactive decomposition of excessive food residues in the in- testines—the usual and .harmful conse- quence of eating too much and exer- cising too little. - Oxygen is the ele- ment that destroys or burns up re- tained poisons in the blood. People confined indoors too much do not oxygenate the blood thoroughly; peo- ple who forget to maintain good pos- ture and expand the chest a few times every hour are victims of suboxida- tion, insufficient oxygenation, and must therefore carry a heavier load of toxins or polsons than those who breathe well. Men go bald earlier and often by far than women, thank heaven! In- deed, a woman very rarely loses her crown of glory, though it often be- comes alarmingly thin and lusterless, owing to her ignorance or neglect of the care of the scalp. The only logi- cal reason we can see for the greater. prevalence of drought of the dome among men Is the unhygienic head- gear of the ugly sex. The hatband, gripping the scalp like a =tourniquet, impairs the blood supply of the hair roots; and the rest of the decoration just excludes the best of all hair tonics, sunlight, and the most effec- tive of all germicides, sunlight. Then the ubiquitous, pestiferous little mi- crobes get busy, and it is *“Good-bye, fond thatch, we now must leave thee.” QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. No Bacilll in Books. Question.—A friend who has been in a tuberculosis sanatorium present ed me with several books which had been read by different patients in the sanatorium. 1 placed them in the sun- Shine outdoors and turned the pages to sun them thoroughly over several days. But I am afraid of them. I have been severely criticised for having even accepted th Must I burn the books? (Mrs. J. G. M. ‘Answer.—If the books were not visibly soiled when you received them there is no reason whatever for de- stroying them. Books sellom carry infection. Your eritic is : victim of phlh!slophobla—hynlerlL‘l] )T exag- Zerated fear of tuberculos HOME NURSING AND HEALTH HINTS BY M. JESSIE LEITCH. Medical Arithmetic. A group of women were sewing on a porch and discussing their children between sips. For tall, frosty glasses of 1ime freeze were sharing attentions with the little heaps of sewing and the needles that were forever losing themselves. “Of course, I don't believe in medi- clnes, to any great extent,” murmured the blue dimity mother, with flashing thimble. “But when Billie had that frightful chill and I was all alone at the camp with the children, and he me quite delirious, with a raging Peearand all that, 1 was surely glad o be able to do a little medical arith- Hetic. I simply flew to the bottle of green medicine the doctor gave us Shen father was sick last winter, jand it did him a world of good. ‘fhe woman in lavender voile wrin- Kled her nose thoughtfully across the clinking glass. K euldn't have dared, my dear. she fluttered. “Medicines, and poisons look alike to me. I never measure 8 dose for any one in my family with- out reading the label half a dozen times, and emptying at least three doses Into the sink for fear I've meas- ured too much. And then I dilute the uff till T am terrified. and there you stuff til T am terrified. and thefe YoV Almost Unbelievable Youcan realize the wonderful im- He was/ Gouraud's Orenfal Cream 314 7th Street N.W. in Buck and White Lines. Special Until Sold at the RIDICULOUS PRICE OF $1.99 THE PAIR Choice of OW SHOE .. IN THE HOUSE FORMER VALUES $750 TO $15.00 ’ NOT A PAIR HELD BACK EVERYTHING GOES your uilncunu_latbymdl, 60c.. NATIONAL TOLLET CO., l-h.'l’}-.,fl.l.l. I think families who require medicine are a great trial “And I agree,” said the woman who sewed more steadily than any one on the porch. “But do tell us about thi: medical arithmetic. Iam curiou: The blue dimity woman shrugged. “It's very simple, really,” she gaid. “But I am so stupld. 1 always write things down. “You take the child’s age, Billie's in this case being eight, and make a fraction. You use the age for the numerator, and the child's age plus twelve for the denominator. The re- sulting fraction is the fractional part of an adult dose given to a child of that age. Like this—Fillie, or eight plus twelve makes twenty. So eight- twentieths or two-fifths of the adult dose was the dose for Billie.” Some of the women on the porch looked a trifle dublous, but Billie's mother was right. Two-fifths of his father's dose was exactly the dose of medicine suited to the small bo: when it was worked out in fractions. “But_speaking of diluting medi- cines, I never dilute cough medicines, do you?”’ questioned the woman who truly wished to know. “Oh, no,” s=aid the blue dimity AUGUST 25, 1921 LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELSIE ROBINSON. I belleve in wireless outfits, patent egg beaters, pPermanent waves, ice cream cones and other modern scien- tific improvements. I believe that since man has to be clvilized, it is well to alleviate his lot as much as possible by science—but I want my science in moderation. FParticularly in regard to bodily ills. This business of going to a doctor with a hangnail and returning with congenltal insanity is too much for my palience. Lrealize of course that it's largely our own fault. We don't want any hangnail diagnosis. We want our money's worth—and we get it. Time was when Johnny cut his leg playing hookey, all he got was a scrubbing with “sheep dip” and a licking. But now they call in a whole clinfc, and by the time they get it 3 Gomg to a. doctor with a hangnml— ®_—-——J through with Johnny they've taken his blood test, looked up all his an- cestry, and put every one of his vital | organs in a card file. Human machines are mighty deli- cate engines, and most of ‘em have a few spark plugs or a cylinder miss- ing. but what of it? Life must be lived just the same, and it won't do you much goos %o have them rum- mage througi your constituents and prove to you that ycur great-great- grandfather was hopelessly afflicted with the pip and that therefore you're doomed to mere 66 1-3 per cent of usefulness, If they could really cure your great-great-grandfather's pip, all would be Okey. But they can't. They've simply provided you with a bogey man and a permanent alibi for failure. So let grandpa's pip alone, say I Go out and grab life While the grab< bing is good. If you have congenital insanity, forget all about it until you begin to foam at the mouth—and the chances are that you'll never foam. (Copyright, 1821.) Corn With Eggs. Have ready some buttered egg and pile it in the center of a hot dish, surround with cooked corn and gar- nish with small circles of fried bread. —eeeeee woman, whose word now commanded respect. “Because by diluting it one loses the soothing effect of the syrup on tie mucous membrane, or what- ever It is that becomes irritated, and makes one cough. I never dilute sa- line cathartics, either, but bromides, and iron and things like that I do dilute generously. Don't you?’ ap- pealing to all the women. And a murmur, “Of course” as the pitcher of lime freeze tinkled re- freshingly, went around the porch. So used to her FEATURE The Useful Scarf. Scarfs, of course, are never entirely out of fashior. But just mow tiey are entirely in fashion. There is a particular vogue for them. Paris sponsors them. The shops show an alluring array of them. They are de- cidedly in the fashion. Nothing, of course, is capable of much more charming handling than a scarf. The fact that a scarf is an attribute of many dancers is testi- mony to its graceful possibilities. And, too, the scarf is a very useful trifie of woman’s apparel. So it is altogether desirable. In Fri e women are wearing thin scarfs of not very big dimensions wrapped about their hair. Head- dresses of one sort or another are much worn, and the scarf is one phase of this fashion. A narrow strip of colorful gauze is wound around the hair, and is fastened at one side with a jeweled ornament or with an orna- ;l.\enl made of pearl beads or jet or e. : For daytime wear at the beaches, in the mountains and in the country there are no end of lovely scarfs, some knitted, some of woven fabrics. Many of them are striped at the ends, and others have wide stripes running their length. 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