Evening Star Newspaper, September 29, 1921, Page 29

FEATU BY FRANK L. PACKARD. RE PAGE. FEATURE [ETTLE SIORIES BEDTIME T~ Noted Physician and Author Personal Health Service ~ -~ By WILLIAM BRADY, M. D. : | | LISTEN, WORLD!- BY ELSIE ROBINSON. There's a great deal of misappre- hension about this business of being dignified. True dignity is a beautiful thing. It is as uplifting as sunlight, Bacon Broiled on Toast. Broled bacon on toast makes a tasty breakfast dish. Slice the bacon very thin and cut off the rind. Then cut the crust from some thin slices of bread and round the corners neatly. Place two or three slices of the bazon on each slice of bread, put In a pan and stand under the broiling flames of a gas stove until the bacon and bread are a delicate brown. Serve PAGE. 29 Spanish Steak. Take a flank of steak, cut off all the fat and fry brown in plenty of but- ter. Lift it out and put it in a baking pan, sprinkle with salt and pepper and fry a sliced onion in the butter remaining in the frying pan. Spread onfons over steak and cover it with a can of tomatoes, ;uice and all. Cover and bake for an hour in a slow oven, basting frequently. Boxer and Woof-Woof Go (Bigned letters pertaining Yo personal health and hyglene. not to disease diagnosis or trest- | a8 moving as the clean leap of a mar- | O0 & hot platter with a garnish of | Make & gravy from the drippings in Copyright, 1981, by Copyright, 1821, by - (Continued from Yesterday’s Star.) | He lifted his hand and brushed it heavily across his forehead. He was quite cool now, perfectly in control of himself. The man didn’t have even a suspicion that he, Dave Henderson, knew thesé things. He wustn't put the other on his guard—there were still sixty-two days during which these prison walls held him impotent. and during which another, warned, could get very far out of reach. Yes, he was quite cool now. He was even still emiling, wasn't he? He could even play the man like a hopked fish. It wasn't time to land the other vet. But it was strange that Bookie Skarvan should have come here at all. Bookie wasn't a fool; he hadn't come here for nothing. What was it_the man wanted? S “Ain’t vou glad to see me, Dave? demanded Bookie Skarvan quite joculars 1y. *'Cause, if you ain’t now, you will be_before 1 go. 1 “What do you mean?” inquired Dave Henderson coolly. i Votice anything queer about what's doing here right at this minute?” Book- ie's left eye closed in a significant wink. “Sure, you do! There ain't any guard butting in, Dave. Get me? Well, I fixed it like that. Dave Henderson relapsed into the old M “I'm listening. “You bet forgotten he invited. + Bookie grinned. listening! We ou and me spent together. | no X% ST g eainst him the Dave? You know me and 1lcriminal element of San Francisco. know vou. 1 kept away from here untilfy, “meant “Baldy Vickers and Runty now, ‘cause I didn’t want ‘em to get the | yioeq “ang “Baldy Vickers' gang. it ht dope on the uetting—didn’t want T to think there was any chance of “Si ing up to each other.” v Con mean vou didn't want them t get wise that you were a crook, too. suggested Dave Bookie SKar! —his left ey n had no false modesty d dropped for the second the idea, Dave,” he *““They've got to figure that's the play. That's; ve been making in waiting they'd be sure !herei wasn’t nothing between us. Now you Neten hard, Dave. ANl you've handed; the police is a frozen face, and that's the right stuff; but 1 got a dead sKmightI tip they're going to keep their eyes on you till hell's a skating pond. They're oing to get that money—or else you } ain’t! See? Well, that's where 1: stepped i 1 goes to the right source, and 1 sa; ‘Look - here. )'0:1 can luflo v Dave. Let me have a try. nothing with [ got grinned again. T'm straigl the play I've five years—so's Maybe I can handle him. for me a good many vears, and I Know | him better than his mother would if} he had one. He's stubborn. stubborn as hell. and threats ain't any good. nor promises neither: but he's a’ good boy, for all that You let me have a chance to talk to him privately. and maybe I can make him come across and cough up that money. Anyway, it won't do any harm o try. liked Dave, and I don't want to see him dodging the po- lice all his life. Tydeman’s dead, and, though it was really Tydeman's moneyy 1 was a partner of Tvdeman's, and i anybody on earth can get under Davels shell I can.” " Bookie put his face clojer to his own particular stretch of wire netting. He lowered his voice. ““That’s the reason I'm here, and that's the rea- son the guard—ain't!” There was almost awe and admiration in_Dave Henderson's voice. “You've got your nerve with vou!" he said softly. Bookie Skarvan chuckled is wheezy way. " he said complacently. “And why we win. You get the lay, on't you?” He was whispering now. ““You ‘camt-get that cash alone, Dave.f I'm telling you straight they won't let{ you. But they ;won't watch me! You | know me, Dave. T'll make it a fair split Zfifty-fifty. Tell me where the money is, and I'll get it, and be waiting for you anywhere you. say when you come out; and I'Nl fix it to hand over your share 50's they'll never know you got it—T got to make sure it's fixed like that for my own sake, you can see that. Get me, Dave? And I go out of here now and tell the warden it ain’t any good, that I can't get you to talk. I guess that Tooks nifty enough, do't it, Dave? There was a fly climbing up the wire } netting. It zigzagged its course over the little squares. It was a good gamble whether, on reaching the next strand it would turn to the right or left or con- ue straight ahead. Dave Henderson watched it. The creature did no one of those things. It paused and frictioned its front legs together in a leisurely fashion. After that it appeared to be quite satisfled with its position—and it stayed there. “Poor Bookie!” murmured Dave Hen- derson. ‘“Sad, too! 1T guess it must be softening of the brain!" Bookie Skarvan’s face blotched sud- denly red—but he pressed his face still more earnestly against the wire barrier. “You don't get it!" he breathed hoarsely. 'm_giving you a straight tip. Barjan's waiting for_you. The police are waiting for you. You haven't got a hope. 1 tell you, you can't get that money alone, no matter where you put it.” “I1 heard you,” said Dave Henderson indifferently. There was silence for a moment. A sort of anxious exasperation spread over Skarvan's face, then perplexity and then a flare of rage. “You're a fool” he snarled. ‘“You won’t believe me! You think I'm trying to work you for half of that money. Well, so I am, in a_way—or | would: have come here. But I'm earning it. Look at the risk I'm taking—five vears, the same as you got. You crazy fool! Do you think I'm blufing? 1 tell you again, 1 know what I'm talking about. The police’ll never give you a look-in. You got to have help. Who else is thers but me? It's better to split with me than than lose the whole of it, ain't it?" “You_ haven’t changed a bit in five years, Bookie.” There was studied in ence in Dave Henderson's voice now. ot aydamned bit! Run along now— beat it You mean that?" Bookie Skarvan's 4 were puckered into slits now. “You mean you're going to turn me 1" said Dave Henderson. give you one more chance,” whispered Skarvan. Bookie Skarvan's fat fingers squirmed around inside his collar, as though it choked him. ‘All right!” His lips were twitching angrily. “All right!” he repeated ominously. *Then, by God you'll never get the money—even if you beat the police! Understand? TI'll see to that! J made you a fair, straight offer. You'll find now that there'll be some one else besides you and Barjan out for that{ coin—and when the showdown comes it won't be either you or Barjan that gets nd maybe you think that's a bluff, | “I never said I knew where the n said Dave Henderson—and smiled—and shrugged his shoulders. ““Therefore you. ought to stand just as good a chance as Barjan—or, I After I got wounded I kind of lost track of things, you know.” “You lie!” said Skarvan flercely. 11 He _checked himself, biting at his lips. “T'll give you one more Beautify s Complexion IN TEN DAYS Nadinola CREAM The Unequaled Beantifier Used and Endorsed By Thousands Guaranteed to remove tan, freckles, pimples, sallowness, etc. Ex- treme cases. Rids potes and tissues of impurities. Leaves ‘he skin clear, soft, healthy. At lead- ing toilet counters. If they haven't it, __by_mail,’ two sizes, 60c. u\d‘flm Ino one, not a soul on earth, not a Public Ledger Co. R. H. Davis Corp. last chance ‘What's your word?”, % < “You've got it. Boekie,” sald Dave derson evenly. Hen hen take mine!” Skarvan rasped. 11 go now and tell the warden you wouldn't say anything. If you try to put a crimp in me by reporting my offer, I'll say you lied. I don't mind taking chances on my word being be- lieved against the word of a convict and a thief who is known to be play- ing tricky! You get that? And after that—God help you The man was gone. Presently Dave Henderson found himself back In the carpenter shop. The band saw was shrieking. screech ing insanely again. He had smiled in there in the visitor's room at Bookie Skarvan; he had even been debonair and facetious—he wasn't that way now. He could mask his face from others; he couldn't mask his soul from himself. It seemed as though his courage were being drained away from him, and in its place were coming a sense of final, crushing defeat. Barjan's blow of: last night had sent him groggy to the ropes; but the blow Bookie Skarvan had just dealt had smashed in under his . guard and had landed on an even more vital spot. b 8karvan's veiled threat hadn’t veiled anything. The veil was on too transparent! ,“God help you meant a lot. It meant that, far more dangerous to face, even more difficult to outwit than the police. there was meant the men who had already at- tempted to murder' him, and who would be eager. enough to repeat that | attempt for the same stake—one hun- Qred thousand dollars. With the po- lice it would have been; more than anything else, the simple thrust and pafty of wits: now, added .to that, was a physical, brutish force whose danger only a fool would strive to minimize. There were dives and dens in the underworld there, as he knew well enough, where a man would dis- appear from the light of day forever, and where tortures that would put the devil's ingenuity to shame could be applied to make a man open his lips. He was not exaggerating! It was literally true. And if he were once trapped he could expect no less | than that.. They had already tried to murder him once! Naturally, they had entered into his calculations be- fore while he had been here in prison: but they had not seemed to be .a| very vital factor. He had never fig-| ured on Bookie Skarvan setting that, machinery in motion again—he had only figured on getting his own hands on Bookie Skarvan himself. But he saw it now: and he realized that, once ! started again, they would stop at nothing to get that money. Whether Bookie Skarvan would have abided by | his offer, on the basis that he would | get more out if it that way, or whether it was simply a play to dis- cover the whereabouts of the monev and then divide up with his old ac- complices, did not matter; it was cer- tain now that Bookle Skarvan would be content with less rather than with none, and that the underworld would be unleashed on his, Dave Henderson's trail. The police—and now -the under world! It was like a pack of wolves and ; pack of hounds in chase from con- verging directions after the same| quarry: the wolves and the hounds| might clash together, and fall upon one another—but the quarry would be | mangled and crushed in the melee. | The afternoon wore on. At times Dave Henderson's hands cienched ove: his tools until it seemed the tendon must snap and break with the strain; | at times the sweat of agony oozed out| in drops upon his forehead. Bookie | Skarvan was right. He could not get | that money alone. No! No, that was| wrong! He could get it alone, and he would get it, and then fight for it, and go under for it, all hell would not hold him back from that, and Bookle Skarvan and some of the | others would go uader too—but he could not get away with the money alone. And that meant that these five vears in prison, five vears o degradation. of memories that naus- eated him, five years that. he had wagered out of his life, had gone for nothingl God. if he could only turn to some one for help! But there was friend in the world who could aid him —except Millmaan. | And he couldn’t ask Millman—be- cause it wouldn't be fair to Millman. His face must have grown haggard, perhaps he was acting strangely. Old Tony over there had been casting anxious glances in b - direction. He took a grip upon h and smiled at the old bomb-thrc . The old Italian looked vretty vad himself— that pasty whiteness about the old fellow’s face had a nasty appearance. (Continued in Tomorrow’s Star.) [stomachs won't hold another berry. {So stop your -fuss | started off {0ld Pasture_to the, Berrying. BY THORNTON W, BURGESS. He's wise who knows just when to quit, Nor'lets his stomach steal his wit. Boxer and Woof-Woof, tHe twin cubs of Buster and Mrs. Bear, grew S0 fast that it seemed to Peter Rab- bit they had doubled their size every time he saw them. Of course they hadn’t, but they had grown very fast. You see, all they had to do was to eat, sleep, play and grow, and they did all four with all their might, which was quite as healthy young Bears should do. T In the early summer they had found some wild strawberries and a little later there had been some raspber- ries. They had had a couple of good foasts of these, but not so many that they couldn't have caten more had there been more to eat. They grum- bled little because they could not . get enough. “Never mind,” sald Mother Bear. “Pretty soon the blueberries will be “YES'M,” REPLIED WOOF-WOOF, MEEKLY, WHILE BOXER GRINNED. ripe, and then you can eat until your g now. If you don’t I'll spank you. That settled it. The twins stopped fussing and grumbling. They knew that Mother Bear meant exactly what she said. They had been spanked more than once, and they were not anxious for another spanking. So they tried to be patient while they waited for the blueberries to get ripe. Each day they wanted to ask Mother Bear if it wasn't time to go for those berries, but decided to walt until the next day: The next day it was the same way. 4 At 151, very early one morning, just as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was kicking off his rosy blankets for his | daily climb up in the blue, blue sky. Mother Bear awoke the twins and rough the Green Forest, | bidding them follow right at her heels. It was quite clear that she was bound for some particular place. When Boxer turned aside to look at something he had to run with all his might to catch up. Once, out of sheer mischief and high spirits, Boxer nipped one of Woof- Woof's heels so that she squealed. But when Mother Bear swung around to see what was going on she saw only two little Bears, apparently in- ent on keeping up with her. One of them limped a little as if a foot were sore. Mother Bear thought Woof- Woof must have stepped on a thorn. vatch_your step!” she growled. Yes'm," replied Woof-Woof, meek- 1y. while Boxer grinned. Out _of the Green Faregt, across the rend of it, which was really the foot of the Great | Mountain, shuffied Mothef Bear. By this time the twins were; having all they could do to keep. up. Their tongues were hanging ouf, they were quite out of breath ands their legs ached so that it seemed 16 them they simply must stop to rest. But they didn’t dare to. They hadn’'t the least idea where they were bound or why they were going, and by this time they were wishing with all their might that they were back home in the Green Forest. They were so tired that Woof-Woof began té whimper. It was just then that Mother Bear stopped and stood up For a look around. When she dropped down to all fours again there was such a sat- isfied look on her face that the twins knew she had seen something that pleased her. She turned off to one side and the twins followed. In a few minutes they came out of the bushes into an open place. All around the ground seemed to be covered with | a carpet of blue. { Mother Bear waved a big paw.| “There are the blueberries,” said she. “Eat all you want, only don't make yourselves sick.” | The twins forgot they were tired and out of breath. With little squeals of delight they began to stuff them- selves _with blueberries. My, how good they tasted! Mother Bear had kept her promise. (Copyright, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) J£ bet we're have KELLOGG'S for our per,’sen we won't dream, ment, will be answered by Dr. Drady if a_stam| self-addressed envelope is inclosed. Letters should be brief and written in ink. Owing to'the large number of letYers received, only & few can be answered here. No reply ean be made to queries.not conforming to instrue- tions. Address Dr. Willlam Brady, in care of The Star.) wind through the night. It is a noble vision made manifest in human flesh and it quickens you by ‘its revelation sons can put forth active muscular|of human possibilities. But being a effort without discomfort if the air|Wwooden Indian isp't dignity. Dignity they breathe is surcharged with @[isn’t a matter of stiff knee joints and little more than the natural propor- e dolnts e f é ! il , it tion of oxygen, and fit persons can comfortably endure a strain or over- ARE YOU A STUFFED SAUSAGE? Still More Oxygen. Human life is’a constant process of combustion—the burning of fuel to free its energy for muscular and functional work. The fuel Is food, converted into body tissues. Al- though some persons are said to burn the candle at both ends, the fact is that the great majority of us suffer by reason of too slow combustion; that is in part attributable to chok- ing the fire with an éxcess of fuel, and in part to poor draft. No fire | can burn ‘without draft. * Combustion can't take place without oxygen. Life languishes when the oxidation proc- ess is -slow. Although there is oxy- gen aplenty all about us, the great majority of us, as I say, slowly smother to death—succumb prema- turely—merely because we just won't take pains to regulate the fuel and the draft and consequently our metabolism gets out of order. Get that metabolism fixed in your load in such air that would soon ex- haust them in ordinary air. Ordinary air containa about one-fifth part oxy- gen; the benefit of surcharging alr with oxygen was found to be limited to air containing about three-fifths (60 per-cent) oxygen. These are mere experiments in Dhysiology. Practically, the ordinary open @ir anywhere is g0od enough, rich enough in oxygen. Fasy enough to fill your lungs with it, too. But that lsn't enough. You've simply got to exer- cise some every day to keep the life fire burning. ' —_— Fig Tapioca. Soak two-thirds of a cup of pearl taploca over night in three cups of vajcabulgnfl It's an mmre!;lve 'fiord cold water. In the morning =add| —just 300 years better than liver complaint or impure blood. It means | ©ne and one-half cups of light brown @ 2 sugar, two-thirds of a cup of diced figs and two-thirds of a cup of chop- Ded English walnut meats.. Steam |3 . oint; i i for one hour in a double boiler. Re- | °' strase moper Liied, spirit move from the fire, then add one!symbol for the popular brand of dig- tablespoon of vanilla extract andnity. It is a non-comprehending pour into serving dishes. Chill and;mass which dully flattens down ail serve with whipped cream on the top, the whimsical play of personality, all of each dish. Decorate with blanched ' freedom and freshness of thought, all and shredded almonds. healthy rebellions and adventurings, all reviving nonsense. And of what + |does this street roller attitude con- sist? Soclety has invested it with sanctity. Is it indeed sacred? It is not. Nine-tenths of the social digs: iis merely cowardice and_stupldity, {The conventionally digwiied mind deep pits. If the bottom of the | |8oes not jump about—frstly because cellar is concrete, elevate the t afraid, and secondly, because floor of the bins gix inches, or, | |it lacks imagination and desires for if that is not readily done, cover | |the joys of jumping about. It never the floor with sand. Remember | | ‘“gets in messes” and unless you risk that potatoes must be kept out | |mental and physical untidiness you of ‘the bright sunlight, for | |can never build beauty or explore otherwise they will turn green | |wonders. and become unfit for the table. Dignity means a sure strength that 1t is a good plan to sprinkle a | |vou can use any way vou please. You little lime and sulphur, orseven | |can turn somersaults with it if you lime nlone, over the potatoes in | | wish—and it won't wear out. It the bins. But if the vines were ' | doesn't mean standing still and killed by blight you will do | {snifing because you're afraid to move well to eat the potatoes as | [lest your convictions rip. The only rapldly as possible, for they are | |truly dignified person is the one who | not likely to keep very long in is growing and giving and experi- | [l any event. menting. The rest are merely stuffed | ! sausages. i the combustion process which is life. When you've mastered metabolism, so that you can peel it off your tongue without an instant's hesitation, add the word basal to it. Basic, you know, is a popular word these days. Basal metabolism is the minimum es- sential for the continuation of nor- mal life in a state of absolute rest. Don’t ask your friend how his liver is working this morning. Say, “Hello, Pete, how's the old basal metabolism today? It 'is all a matter of oxygenation, not deep breathing. No, 'you may breathe as deeply as you ‘will, but »ou can’t make your blood absorb any more oxygen or your body tissues use any more that way, aside from the effect of the muscular effort involved in this trifling exercise: The way you can mak&your body absorb and| | use more oxygen is by general mus- cular exercise. Two miles of oxygen three times a day on the hoof repre- sents a fair minimum dose of exer- cise for persons who wish to keep well and fit. At some altitudes some persons with fmpaired metabolism experience | | unpleasant effects from any muscu- lar effort—the oxygen supply is com- paratively scant in the air of elevated places, and one just coasting along close to basal easily exhausts his) | small surplus. It has been found that unfit per-i a stuck up nose, but' of agile mind * The Old Gardener Says: The best way to store your | | potatoes is to spread them in shallow bins rather than in f: -your youth away" Is any one else doing what . Mrs.Emily Morton was ? wonderful results with Rinso as her neighbors do. Answer: No, Rinso is made especially for the ;quhr family wash. Silks, woolens, and the very fine sheer fabrics should be washed in Lux. Should I dissolve Rinso in boiling water first? Question: “Should I dissolve Rinso in boiling water first or pour it right into the tub from with Rinso? suds if you dissolve Rinso in boiling water, according to the directions below, before pouring it into your tub. 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