Evening Star Newspaper, September 28, 1921, Page 24

it Farmer Brown’s Boy Takes . Pity on Black Pussy. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. The lesson learned in pain and sorrow Won't be forgotten on the morrow. —Black Pussy. [ Black Pussy thought that every one ‘was against her, and In her heart she was growing more and more bitter. The days slipped into a week and the week into three weeks, and still she was an outcast, all because she had been in trouble with Jimmy Skunk. You see, that scent of his got in her fur coat and the smell of it re- mained there for a long, long time. So Black Pussy lived under the barn and felt that she hadn't a single friend in all the great world. But_she was mistaken. Her mas- ter, Farmer Brown's Boy, was her friend, just as much her friend as he ever had been. When he had first discovered the trouble she was in he wondered where under the sun she had met Jimmy Skunk and how she could have been so foolish as to quar- rel with him and give him reason to 'use his little scent gun. But the next morning, when he went down to see Striped Chipmunk, his nose soon led him to the spot where Black Pussy had made her sad mistake. “So this is where it happened!" ex- claimed Farmer Brown’s Boy. “1 begin to understand. Black Pussy was down here hunting. 1 wouldn’t be a bit surprised if she was trying to catch Striped Chipmunk. Probably she startled Jimmy and he promptly used his little gun. I hope it has taught her a lesson. I do so. She has no business to hunt anything excepting the Mice in the barn. I've punished her and punished her for hunting down here in the Old Orchard and it hasn't done a bit of good. But I guess now she will keep away from here for a while. It serves her right.” When he put the milk out for her by the barn that night he told her just what he thought. He scolded her roundly. Of course, she didn't understand a word he sald, but she understood the tone of his voice, and that was enough. He, like everybody else, was against her. And so in the days that followed she didn’t notice that there were extra nice tidblts left for her every time he brought her food out. Al the time Farmer Brown's Boy was keeping watch of her and noting how, day by day, the smell of Jimmy Finally it was hardly to be noticed at all, unless the day was damp. Then it became strong again. And all the time he understood how miserable she felt. last, At one never-to-be-forgotten “I GUESS IT'S ALL RIGHT NOW, PUSS,” SAID HE. day, he took pity on Black called her to him. timidly and a little distrustfully. when_she felt the touch of his and he stopped and gently patted her head and smoothed her coat she was too happy to eat. She arched her back and rubbed against his legs and purred and purred and purred as if she couldn't purr enough. She didn't even look at the milk. She was too happy to eat. Farmer Brown's Boy picked her up. He lifted her close to his face. There was only the faintest of faint smell of Jimmie Skunk's scent left. He picked up the saucer of milk and carried it up to the doorstep of the house, the place where Elack Pussy always had had her milk before she became an outcast. There he a ¥ " Y guess it is all right now, Puss, said he. “You can come in the house When you want to now. I hope you have learned a lesson you will never forget and that hereafter you will Jeave my little friends of ‘the Old rchard alone.” Ok “Passy purred and purred and purred. That was her way of Showing her happiness. And you may be sure it was a long time, a very long time, before she again ventured even to the edge of the Old Orchard. by T. W. Burgess.) put her Skunk grew less when she was near. only & few can be answered here. tions. Cornaro, Who Ate Much. Luigl Conaro (born (1464, died 1566), was a good practical cente- narian with a good practical text for the great sermon he preached and lived: “Whosoever wishes to eat much must eat little.” Like all other heralds of health and longevity before and since his time, Cornaro gave neither of these questions consideration until he had attained the thoughtful age of forty. By the time a man turns forty he begins to live or he begins to die. Too many of us, alas, are half dead even before we reach the great turn- ing point. Cornaro could mount his horse unaided when he was over eighty; he had all his senses intact, as weil as his teeth and his voice and his_legs and his mind—for he sang and walked hours every day, and wrote with his own hand as much as eight hours a day—when he was past ninety. Yet in his youth he was, like our beloved Roosevelt, a weakling, though he did not undertake the re- building of his own constitution so early as the great American did. Not only his physical health was regen- erated by the adoption of an orderly, temperate life after forty, but his very temper changed from an un- happy. choleric disposition to a cheer- ful. hopeful and eminently religious mind. Cornaro remained young in mind and never grew into dotage; he Was not the sort of old man that people venture to pet and patronize. Throughout his later decades Cor- naro confidently anticipated attain- Ing the century mark. and he felt equally certain that he might have tended this span many more years had he not wasted his youth in in- temperate living. Just how serious these earller excesses were it is diffi- cult to know. From the man's allu- slons to them one gathers that he re- fers to overindulgence in food and drink chiefly. if not entirely. Still, immorality and its attending diseases were far more common then than even P ———— ] LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELSIE ROBINSON It's mighty funny. but you can't hand most people a worse insult than to tell them they're perfectly well. They may be going along boomingly. functioning with 100 per cent effi- ciency and never an ache or a pain. ‘but just suppose you come along with a touch of lumbago and envy them Personal Health Service 3y By WILLIAM BRADY, M. D. ‘Tié—a Noted Physician and Author e Owing to the large number of letters recelve No reply can be made to queries not conforming to Instruc- ‘Address Dr. William Brady, in care of The Star.) not to disease diagnosly or tre brglene, o self-nddressed envelope is today, and possibly Cornaro erred in more than intemperance in eating and drinking when he was a young man. ‘Another queer _thing _about these great heralds of longevity is that we re told, so little concerning their Wives and_children. Cornaro’s wife survived him, and reached nearly his own age, yet nary a word about her or her plan of living do we learn, save that her old age was as happy and dignified as his own. and her serenity of soul and anticipation of the hereafter as fine and solacing as her illustrious husband's. : For many years Cornaro's daily ration consisted of not over twelve ounces of food and, except the month of July and August, about fourteen ounces of wine. Still later he reduced his ration still further and found that this actually gave him greater energy- QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. Fly Poison. ‘What poison will most quickly dis- pose of flies?’—P. S. H. One good fly poison not likely to harm children consists of a solution of three teaspoonfuls of sodium sal- about three spoonfuls of brown sugar. Partly fill a glass with this solution, invert the tumbler upon a plate cov- ered with white blotting paper, place a match stick under one edge of the tumbler. Set this bait where the flies can reach it. They will eat, drink and be dead soon. Care for Your Hats. It is not only the wear that a hat receives that makes it lose its freshness and shape. It is the way the hat is treated when it is not in use that has 2 good deal to do with this. * Velvet hats are so much in evidence this season that the chances are you have one or will have before many weeks. These need particular care, and will repay you the care you give them. The old-fashioned way was to have a piece of heavy black mourning crepe with which to rub off the dust from vel- vet, but & velvet brush is easier to handle. A heavy, coarse brush should never be used on velvet. The best time to brush dust from velvet is after you have worn the hat, unless it is damp or spotted with rain. Then you should not use a brush until it has been thoroughly dried. It is hard in limited quarters to give your hats the right place to repose when not in use, unless vou are content to get along with but one ér two hats a scason. Ideally each hat should have a box of its own, and even your ordi- nary hats should be boxed when not in use. Hats that have trimming of the down-dropping variety should not be laid flat in a box but should rest on a little hat block—anything, in fact, that f i their perfect health—! Jever try it? Then you know how they act. First they freeze a bit. and then begin to nod and roll their eyes mysteriously as if they were fermenting with mysteries, the while shifting impatiently from one foot to the other while you relate your own symptoms. Then, if you persist in remarking about their fit- ness, they become actually peevish and forthwith launch out on a list of diseases, past. present and prob- able, that would make a doctor's book look like a child’s primer. Now why is that? You can under- stand the commandment against coy- eting your neighbor's goods, but why should we also covet his floating kid- ney or his ingrowing toenail? You'd almost think that sickness was one of the fine arts to hear some of us talk, and that it was as improper to go around in perfect condition as to appear at a ball In your bathrobe. It's a strange, strange world, and if T awake hereafter the first thin I'm going to do 18 to have & §ood laugh at myself. It makes most folk mad to Tell them theyre well. 2, R will raise the brim somewhat from the bettom of the box. A piece of china silk—an old silk handkerchief is good—is useful in caring for your hats. Quills should be carefully wiped off with it and ostrich feathers may be dusted gently. Any trimming with cire finish or jet” ornaments may be carefully dusted th this silk. PAINFUL PIMPLES ALL OVER BABY WorselnWarmWeather. Could Not SleepAtNight. CuticuraHeals. Sotire *‘My baby had a red pimples out of ples becould &d mn:tn-.ylupmh“ "i'fi Ointment and after the first few applications he got relief, and when I had used two cakes of Soap and one box of Ointment he was healed.” (Signed) Mrs. Callie Cochran, R. 4, Medon, Tenn. Soap and For every of the toilet and bath, Cuticura , Ointment and Talcum are lly good. Sample Tach Proaby Mall. Addrees: “Oxtieura Ld- WGt e eticura Soap shaves without Pussy | sure of itself; it groped out in an- her milk he|other AN hen e DrOug R Tme rather |Seemed to have lost its equilibrium Bt |and its poise. hand | that the whole world would turn its icylate in one pint of water, withj BY FRANK Copyright, 1981, by (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) 1L WOLVES ON THE SCENT. Guards on the ralsed platforms at either end of the room, guards cir- culating among the striped flgures that toiled over the work benches, guards watching everywhere. They aroused a new and sullen fury in Dave Henderson's soul. They seemed to express and exemplify today in a sort of hideous clearness what Bar- Jan had told him last night that he might expect in all the days to fol- low. His number was up on the board! He had not slept well last night. Barjan did not know it, but Barjan had struck « blow that had, in a sent him groggy to, the ropes. He was groggy yet. His mind was in confusion. It reached out in this direction—and faltered, not quite mental wa direction—and faltered. It He had never expected back while he walked from the peni- tentiary to Mrs. Tooler's pigeon cote and tucked that package of a hun- dred thousand dollars under his arm. In that sense Barjan had told him nothing new. But nevertheless Bar- jan had struck home. He could not tell just where in the conversation, at just precisely what point, Barjan had done this, nor could he tell in_any concrete way just what new difficul- ties and obstacles Barjan had reared up. He had always expected that it was up to him to outwit the police when he got away from these cursed guards. But his mind was haggard this afternoon. He had lashed it, driven it too hard through the night and through the morning. It had lost tenacity; it would not define. The only thing that held and clung there and would not be dislodged was the unreal, a snatch of nightmare out of the little sleep, fittul and troubled, that he had had. He was swimming across a dark, wide pool whose banks were all steep and impassable except at one spot which was very narrow, and here a figure worked feverishly with a pile of huge stones, building up a wall against him. He swam frantically, like a madman; but for every stroke he took, the figure add- ed another stone to the wall; and when he reached the edge of the bank the wall was massive and high, and Barjan was perched on the top of the wall ginning at him. He raised his hand, and drew it across his eyes. The clatter and clamor in the carpenter shop here around him was unendurable. The thud of a hammer jarred upon him. jangling his nerves: the screech of the bandsaw, a little way down the shop, was like the insane raving of some devil, with a devil's perverted sense of humor, running up and down a devil's scale. There were sixty- two days left. His eyes fell upon old Tony Lo- mazzi a few benches away. Showing under Tony's cap, the hair, what there was of it, was silver—more nearly silver than it had somehow ever seemed to be before. Perhaps the prison barber had been a little late in getting around to the old man this time, perhaps it was because it was a little longer, perhaps that was it. It was strange though, rather queer. His eyes, arrested now, held on the other, and he seemed to be noticing little details that had never attracted his attention before. His own hands, that mechanically retain- ed their grip upon the plane he had been using, were idle now. Certain- 1y those old shoulders over there were more bowed and bent than he had ever seen them before. And the striped form was very frail; the clothes hung on it as clothes hang on a scarecrow. There was only the old fellow's side face in view, for the other's back was par- tially turned, but it appeared to pos- sess quite a new and startling un- familiarity. It wasn't the gray-white, unhealthy pallor—old Tony wasn't the only one who had that, for no one had ever claimed that there was any analogy between a penitentiary and a health resort—but the jowl was most curiously gaunt and drawn inward as though the man were sucking in_his cheeks, and yet the skin seemed to be stretched tight and hard as a drum-head. Very curious! It must be because he couldn’t see the sharp little black eyes, full of fire, that put life and soul into that scarecrow frame. Old Tony turned, and their eyes met. The old man lifted his hand as though to wipe his mouth—and there was a little flirt of the fingers in Dave Hen- STYLE NOW O Copyright, 1981, by Public Ledger Co. L. PACKARD. 5 R. H. Davis Corp. * derson’s direction. intimate, little signal that had passed |regard for old Tony Tomazsi aside, he between them unnumbered times in|had the thousand years that they had |whom he could really call a friend, only peniten- |one man that he could trust—and that .he had |man was a convict, too! spent together here in the tiary's carpenter shop—but been quite wrong about the eyes. Something seemed to have filmed across them, veiling their luster. And suddenly Dave Henderson swallowed hard. Sixty-two days! Old Tony hadn't much more than that. Per- haps another year at the outside, and the old lifer would be free, too. Dave Henderson's mind reverted to squad. It was perfectly true that playing a lene hand against the police of all America was a des- perate game—desperate in the sense that success was in jeopardy. That was what made his brain confused and chaotic now. He was afraid— not of Barian, not of all the police in the United States in a physical way, he had never hedged a bet, and the five years that he had now paid would goad him on more than ever to face any physical risk, take any physical chance—but he was afraid now, sick with fear because his mind clearly, definitely the ,way to knock Barjan_ and his triumphant grin from off that nightmare wall, and—— A guard's voice snapped sharply at | his_elbow. Yes. of course! He had been stand- ing_idle for a few seconds—perhaps an hour. Automatically he bent over the bench, and automatically his plane drew a neat, clean shaving from the work in front of him. The guard's voice snapped again. “You're ‘wanted!" said the guard ‘“There’s a _visitor to see you.” Dave Henderson turned away from the bench, and followed the guard; but the act was purely mechanical, born out of the years of discipline and obedience. A’ visitor—for him! There was no one in the outside not many even, to whom his existence was of enough interest to cause a second thought—except Barjan. And Barjan had_visited him yesterda; Another visitor—today! Well, wh ever it was, the visitor had been in had waited almost five years. He had never had a visitor before—except the police. It was an event! The bitterness grew deeper and rankled. He had asked for no human touch. or thought, or consideration: he had asked for none and he had given none; he had made his own bed and had not whined because it had proved to be a rack of torture. He | was not whining now, and he had no desire to change the rules of the game that he himself had elected to play. This was no visitor—it was an_intruder! But, curiosity, prison’ vard and entered the main building. tempered the sullen antag- onism that had flared up in his soul. Who was it that was waiting for him | there along the corridor in_the wire- N ol Woman Beautiful bas come to know that eni; ing charm lurks in quali grace and refinement—in the appeal of fresh white shoulders or arms which are permitted freedom of movement even ‘when wearing sheerest fabrics and sleeveless gowns. And f beautiful womeninvariably use DEL-A-TONE Delatone is a scientific pre aration which insures the sale removal of hair from neck, face or under-arms. ‘women or: the 1t Ieaca the skin Grm. ciear e ary save I Am.sh.‘ with every jar. [ 't Any Druggist’s ot Department Store || SHOW In Footwear for Women Two Of the Newest Of New Smart Models for Fall That Taste- fully Shod Women Will Adore, Yet Note How Little You Pay for ‘Such Elegance Latest Tan Russia Calf Brogue Oxford, new pattern wing tip with perforated vamp . Military Ing tthched. T Largeet Chain of Shos Stores in the United States. 4 Washington Stores 913 Pa. Ave. N.W. Open Sat. Nights. 1112 7th St. N.W. Open MNights. All Newark Steres Open Saturday Evenings to Acce! Customers. 506 o?-h a:.h JW.W. n 3 711 H St. N.E. Open Nights. It was the old, |was no one else. Lieut. Joe Barjan of the plain clothes’ would not respond and show him ! world, not a soul, who cared for him; | no hurry about it! The little atten- | tion was certainly belated! His lips thinned bitterly. Whoever it was as he crossed the] netted visitor's room, where, like some beast with its keeper pacing up and down in front of the cage, he was to be placed on exhibition? He searched his brain for an answer that would be even plausible. Not Square John Kelly. Kelly might have come if Kelly had been left to himself, but Kelly was the one man he ‘warned off from the beginning—there was that matter of $3,000, and caution had prompted him to avoid any sign of intimacy between them. There was no one else. Iiven Kelly, perhaps, wasn't a friend any more. Kelly would, perhaps, simply play square, turn over the $3,000—and then turn his back. It wouldn’t be Tooler. The only thing that interested Tooler was to see that he collected his room rent regularly—and there would bo some one else paying rent now for that front room at Tooler's! No, there Leaving a very keen only one friend that he knew of It was iron- ical, wasn't it?—to trust a convict! ‘Well, he could trust Millman—only it wouldn't be fair to Millman. He lagged a little behind the guard as they approached the visitor's room, a sudden possibility dawning upon hi Perhaps it was Millman! Miliman’ time was up tomorrow, and tomorrow Millman was going away. He and Millman had arranged to say good-by to one another at the library hour to- day after work was over, but perhaps, as a sort of lreclll dispensation, Mill Lnan had obtained permission to come ere. i Dave Henderson shrugged his shoul- ders, impatient with himself, the guard opened a r and motioned him to enter. It was absurd, ridiculous! Who had ever heard of one prisoner visiting another in this fashion! There wouldn’t have been any satisfaction in ard pacing up and down between them! Well, then, who was 1t? ‘The door closed behind him—he was ! subconsciously aware that the door had osed and that the guard had left him to himself. He was alto’Bubconsciously aware that his hands had reached out in front of him and that his fingers were flercely laced in the interstices of the heavy steel-wire netting of the inclosure in” which he sicod, and that faced another row of steel-wirs netting. separated from his own only bg ‘he space that was required to permit the guard to pace up and down between the two—only the guard hadn’t come in vet from the corridor to- take up his station there. There was only a face peering at him from behind that other it anyhow, with a gu. 9 S | again. Idon’t I don’t have to fortable?”, “‘That is & ingly, you may plied. ‘You buy an unknown mattress. looks beautiful. It is soft when you buy it. 1t seems just as pretty and just as soft as the Conscience Brand mattresses here. Unknow- Tow of netting—a fat face—the face was supposed to be smiling, but it was like the hideous grin of a gargoyle. It was the same face, the same face with its rolls of fat propped up on its short, stumpy neck. There wasn’t any change in it, except that the red-rimmed gray eyes were more shifty. That was the only change in five yearus—the eyes were more shifty. He found that his mouth was dry—curiously dry. The blood wasn’t running chrough his veins, because his fingers on the wire felt cold—and yet he was burning; the soul of him suddenly, like some flaming fur- nace, and a mad, passionate fury, had him in its grip, and a lust was upon him to reach that stumpy neck where the throat was, and—and—— He had been waiting five years for that—and he was simply- smiling, just as that other face was smiling. Why shouldn't he smile! That fat face was Bookie t | Skarvan's face. “I guess you weren't looking to see me, Dave? gaid Skarvan, nodding his head in a sort of absurd cordiality. “Maybe you thought I was sore on you, and there's no use saying I wasn That was a nasty crack you handed me. If Tydeman hadn’t come across with another bunch of coin on the jump_those pikers down at the track would have pulled me to pieces. But I didn’t feel Sore long, Dave—that ain't in me. And that ain't why I kept away.” V" The man was quite safe, of course, on account of these wire gratings and on account of the guard who was some- where out there in the corridor. It was very peculiar that the guard was not pacing up and down even now in tkis little open space between Bookie Skarvan _and himself—very peculiar! Bookie was magnanimous—not to be sore! He wanted to laugh out in a sort of maniacal hysteria. only he would be a fool to do that because there were sixty-two days left before he could get his fingers around that greasy, fat throat, and he must not scare the man off now. He had a debt to pay—five years of prison, those days and nights and hours of torment when he had been a wounded thing hounded almost to his death. Certainly he owed all that to this man here! The man had cunningly planned to have him disappear by the murder route, hadn’t he? "And he owed Bookie Skar- van for that, too! If it hadn’'t been for that he would have got away with the money, and there wouldn't have been five years of prison, or those hours of physical torment, or— (Continued in Tomorrow’s Star.) fmattfesses I'm talking about,” she answered TS WHAT is inside that counts!” said Beth suddenly. “Quite probably, , Beth,” I responded. “Are you referring to my head or yours?” “Tt’s mattresses I'm talking about,” she answered, “and if you knew more about them you’d be better off. It was Laura Crozier’s article in Good Housekeeping that got me thinking. That and a nice little sales- man down at the furniture store. “Laura Crozier quotes a manufacturer of low-grade mattresses as saying: ‘T've bought bundles and bundles of stuff from the dump, run it through my factory and baled it out know where it went any more than I know where it came from. I only hope sleep on it mygelf.” “Ags Jack and I were just buying the new guest-room things, I went right down to, the salesman at the store. ‘Now tell me,’ I said, ‘why do you urge me to take Conscience Brand mattresses when there are mattresses up the .street for five and ten dollars less which have a pretty tick, and seem to be as soft and com- perfectly fair question,’ he re- It order home a mattress that has inside low-grade, unsanitary filler, a mixture CONSCIENCE BRAND Mattresses Pillows FEATURE PAGE Things You'll Like to Make. The 0ld Gardener Says Carrots, beets and other goot crops dry out quickly after baing dug unless the atmospherd is rather moist. It is a very od MaKes The plan to store them in boxes of sand, which will prevent their Fall Froch shriveling. Sand is not always o 2asy to obtain, however, but leaves can be nad almost any where, and t serve almost as well. In usi them, first piace a layer of leaves in the box and then a layer of vegetables, and | | s0 on to the top. Although not a root vegetable, kohlrabi shay be stored in the same way,,be- ing handled exactly like a turnip. TheSleeve ]l | i Broiled Finan Haddie. Put the haddie on a broiler and brown it on both sides. Take it out and let it stand in hot water for five minutes, drain it and put it on the platter, pour over it half a cup of hot milk and two tablespoons o The sleeve makes the fall frock. You can turn_a summer silk frock into a fall one by changing the slee: Cut a very full-flowing lower sleeve. Shir it on to the short sleeve of your summer frock. Cover the joining with a narrow band of leather. Fin- ish the neck with 2 band of the ll;alhelr‘ '.0(;6 "‘,’O:: will b; nmsz]d at| butter and garnish with some chop e ransformation an overjoyed cd parsley. S ve with ashed oL chioTall Trock. BIORE. | oiaaties - Setve with bot mastied Whichever you choose . it will be the BEST you ever tasted. "SALADA” BLACK TEA||MIXED TEA||GREEN TEA Rich, Satistyin, Just enough green Flavour. From tl tea to make the finest gardens, blend delicious. of old, unsterilized rags and short-fibre, dirty cotton. For a short time it may seem all right. You cannot judge a mattress by how soft or pretty it is. The real test of quality and service is in the filling.” L “He took a bit of cotton-felt filler from the laced end of a Conscience Brand mattress. “See how clean this is! It is absolutely new and sanitary. Now crush it in your hand. There, watch it spring back! Now pull the fibres apart. They are strong. A mattress with Conscience Brand, sanitary long-fibre filler will last years and remain comfortable and buoyant.” “‘Conscience Brand mattresses are made in a great fresh air daylight factory in Balti- more. Through huge windows, sunshine streams in on floors that are as clean as a new pin. They use only the best, new, clean mate- rials. The manufacturer is just as earnest about making them right as you are in cook- ing a good cake for your guests.” “After all, the purchase of such a mattress is economy in the best sense, isn’t it 2” You spend one-third of your life in bed. For the reasonable price of Consciene Brand mat- tresses you can be sure of supremely comfort- able sleep on a sanitary, long-wearing mat- tress. It makes no difference whether you choose cotton-felt, kapoc, or hair filler, you are certain to get a mattress honestly-made, healthful, buoyant and enduring. Take the opportunity to see a Conscience Brand mattress at your dealer’s today. For a cotton-felt mattress we suggest the Paris shown below; for hair, the Enduro. Box Springs " INTERNATIONAL BALTIMORE avery buoyant maitress. Variety of pretty ticks. . A de luxe long-fibre hair 4 is the mark of a e Betblas dow mattress honestly ings bair _filler. Five-inch builtinside and out. eyl And you will find one suited to your purse. Ask your dealer to show you the variety best fit- ted to your needs. CONSCIENGE BRAND ENDURO MATTRESS purchase. o BEDDING COMPANY RICHMOND