Evening Star Newspaper, October 3, 1921, Page 21

57 Rermiess and to do the work. Department and all Smert Shops. What does Paris say of & the extreme “period” gown? May one, in this season of | lengthand slimness,appearinan evening toilette that makes one resemble an cighteenth-century Venetian lady on a grand féte night? o e oL arethey, wide?_ Are they of ot - ‘white and mfig{ oo gt DS B OCTOBER i Fall Fashions Number - Harpers Epsom Salts - Tastes Like Lemonade = fiffi'm"'"’{f' . & han su-.lu.g- "Eyeo’ o Salts” which looks and scts -exactly like epsom salts be- cause it is real epsom salts com- bined with fruit derivative ) sparkling lem- onade. A tablespoonful in & glass of cold water whenever you feel bilious, headachy or consti- pated, will give you a splendid epsom salts physic without the awful taste and nausea. Ask for “Epsonade Salts” Mide by Am. Epsom Ass'n. The great, sanitary, day- light ‘;n:orv where Con- science Brand Materesses are made is clean as a new pl:n. So youlnre 5;;: tzlalt the buoyani, long fibre fill- er-inside ther mat- tressis as honestly clean as your snow. '_II‘_S sheet above it B Your-dealer can show you' a cotton felt, kapoc. or hair - Conscience Brand Mattress 0 meet your purse. The “Paris” cotton felt mattress described below can’t be equalled at the price. ™ BY FRANK Copyright, 1881, ¥y Oepyright, 1881, by 2. K. Davia (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) He heaitated a:moment outside the saloon, .as though- undecided which way to go mext, while his eyes, un- der the brim-of his slouch hat, which was pulled forward almost to thHe bridge of his nose,.scanned both sides | want' of the street and in both directiohs. He moved on again along the:block. Yes, he remembered Nicolo Capriano. Capriano must- be a pretty old -man now—as old as Tony Lomazszi. There had been a great deal of talk about a gang of Italian black-handers in those days, when, he Dave Henderson, was-a boy, and Capriano had been a sort of hero-bapdit, he remembered; and there had been a mysterious society, and bomb-throwing, and a reign of terror carried on.that had paralyzed the police. They had never been able to-convict Nicolo’Capriano, though it was common, knowledge that the po- lice belfeved him to be the brains and front of the. organization. Always something, or some one, had stood be- tween Capriano and prison bars—like Tony Lomusszi,” for instance : He did - not remember Lomaszsi trial, nor the details of the particu- lar crime for which Lomassi was con- victed, but that, perhaps, had put an end to the gang's work. Certainly, Capriano's ivities were a thing of the past; it was all a matter of years ago. Capriano was never heard of now, but even if the man, through force of circumstances, was obliged to live a retired existencs, that in no ‘way robbed him of his cleverness, nor made him less valuable as & prospec- Goaten the one man Wwho i3 help him. Capriano must still could help possess underground channels that would be of incalculable value in ald- ing him to track Millman down. His fists, hidden in the side pockets of his coat, clenched flercely. That was il—lllllmnn!ml’ll‘:&rne h:; t:ke‘: chance but that e would see, of course, bef more hours, but there wasn’ta chance. It was Millman he wanted nowu. ‘The possibility that had occurred to him in prison of Millman -being a stool- pigeon, or even one of the police, no longer held water,. for if the money had been recovered it would be pub- “{licly known. It hadn't been recovered. Therefore, it .was Millman he must find, and it was Nicolo Capriano’s help he wanted: But he must protect Ca; priano.. He would owe Capriano_thal —that it should not be kKnown there was anything between Nicolo Capria- no and Dave Henderson. Well, hg was doing that mow, wasmt he Neither Equare John Kelly nor Nico! ; Capriano would in any way be place: under suspicion through his visits to them tonight! . loons ared to be Dave now. one Nfll ;no:vh;‘ri and ‘he passed none by, and be 5 d he.left a trall of nowhere else—an . A4 ch place, with five fingers @ the glass, hl(llllng e:nne the glass actually - {:i'nedd::ph-fla it proclalmed to “:ie h;-: keeper the gluttonous and gree ly 1 bum, wore ¢ the professional A ive enough, t bar was not sugges! "wncompromis- ‘mented by an el beat it!” liquor for as little money - record’ he I Bl A impeachable - testimony to_that purpose! 3 cared to grow a little un ite notice: 3 ;‘;’:P?fte:“ the lighted windows of Square John Kelly's Pacific Coral sl'; Joon, his first real objective, flung ‘d inviting ray across his path. He stnor still here full in the light, both od the window and a street lamp, and shook his head in ‘well-simulate: i grave and dubious inebriety. He be- Zan to fumble in his pockets. dHe { fished out a dime from one and a ! Lickel ‘from another—a further and still more industrious search appar- ently proved abortive. For a long time he appeared to be absorbed in a lugubrious contemplation of the two coins that lay in the palm of his hand—but under his hat brim his | eyes marked a man in a brown peaked cap who was approaching the door of. the salcon. This was the second time in the course of the last half o ce he had n to show signs that the whisky was getting the better of him—that he had seen the man in the brown peaked cap! There were swinging wicker doors tb the saloon, and man pushed these open and went in—but daid not go far. Dave Henderson's lips thinmed grimly. The bottom of the ! swinging doors was a good foot and { a- half_above the level of the side- { walk—but, being so far gone in i liquor, he would hardly be expeou_d o notice ghe fact that the man's boots remained visible, and that the man was standing there motionless! Dave Henderson took the street lamp into his confidence. “OI' Kelk said Dave Henderson | thickly. “Uszter know Kelly—Square i John. Gotta have money. Whatsh matter with touching Kelly? Eh— { whatsh matter with that : He lurched toward the swinging ] doors. The boots retreated suddenly. | He pushed his way through, and stood i surveying the old-time familiar sur- roundings owlishly. The man' with the brown cap was leaning against the bar close to the door; a half dozen others were ranged farther down along its length; and at its lower end, lounging against the wall of the little private office, was a squat, paunchy man with a bald head, and florid face, and keen gray eyes under enormously bushy gray eyebrows. It was Kelly, just as Kelly used to be —even to .the massive gold watch chain stretched across the vest, with the massive sold. fratornity emblem dangling” down from A "FEug. Kelly!” Dave Henderson called out effusivély, and’ made rapid, ’though somewhat erratic progress across the room to Kelly’s side. “‘Glad t'see you, ol- boy!” He gave Kelly no chance to say anything. He caught Kelly's hand, and pumped it o up and down. “Sure, you know me! Dave - Henderson—ol’ days at the track, eh? Been away on a vacation. Come back—broke.” His voice took on a drunkenly confidential tone— that ‘could be heard everywhere in the saloon. “Shay, could I see you a minute in private?” A man at the bar laughed. Dave Henderson wheeled belligerently. Kelly intervened. ‘ Perplexity, mingling with surprise and disapproval, -stamped ‘Kenny's florid faoe.. 5 “Yes, I did k-to' you in there. Dave Henderson entered the office. Kelly shiut the'door behind him. ‘You're drunk!” he said sternly. Dave ‘Henderson shook his head. ‘Ne,” _he sald, quietly. 'm fol- lowed. Do you think I'm a fool, John? Did you ever see me drunk?. They're shadowing me, that's all; and I had get my money i.om you, and keep your skirts clean, and spot the shadow, all at the same time. Kelly's jaw sagged helplessly. “Good " he ejaculated heavily. “Dave, I- “Don’t let’s talk, John-—now,” Dave Henderson interrupted. “There isn't time. It won't-do for me 3o stay -in here too long. You've: got my mioney ready, kaven't you?” % 2 Kelly nofl{l‘fl—l’tfll_ little helpless- “Yes,” he ssid, “it's ready. I've been - I knew L. PACKARD. Publle Zedger Oa Oorp. od. the envelope to Dave Henderson. “It's all there, Dave—and five years’ interest, compounded. A littls over four ' thousand dollars—four. tho and; as near as I could figure it. It’s.all in five-hundreds and hundreds, 1.didn’t think you' sald Dave He opened the en- velope, took out the fifteen dollars, shoved the large bills into his pocket, tucked a five-dollar bill into another pocket, and held.out the remaining ten to Kelly. “Go out there and get me ten dollars from the cash register, John, will you?” he said. = “Let them see you doing it. Get the idea? I'd like: them to know you came acros and that I've got something to spend. Kelly’'s eyes puckered in an anxious way, s they scrutinized Dave Hender- son's face; but the anxiety, it was obvious enough, was all for Dave Hen- derson. “You mean there's some one out there now?” he asked, as he moved to- ‘ward the door. . “Yes,” sald Dave Hendergon, with a grim- little smile. “See if you know that fellow with the brown peaked cap up at the front end of the bar.” Kelly was gone a matter of two or three minutes. He came back and re- turned the ten dollars to Dave Hen- derson. s “Know the man?” asked Dave Hen- derson. % “Yes,” sald Kelly. “His Speen—he’s a_plain-clothesman. shook his head in a troubled way, and suddenly laid both hands on Dave Hen- derson’s shoulders. “Dave, what are you going to do?” Dave Henderson laughed shortly. “Do you want to know?” “Well, I'll tell you—in confidence, I'm going to blow the head off a friend of mine.” Dave Henderson felt the hands on his shoulders tighten. “What's the use, Dave?” said Square John Kelly quietly. “I suppose it has somiething to do with that Tydeman wad; but what's the use? You've got four-thousand dollars. Why not start clean again? The other don't pay, Dave, and——" He stopped. Dave Henderson’s face had hardened like fiini “There’s a good deal yon don’t know,” he sald, evenly. “And I guess the less you know the safer you'll be. I owe you a lot, John, and the only way I can square it now is to tell you to stand from under. What you say, though I know you mean it, doesn't make any dent in flve years of hell. I've got a debt. to pay, and I'm going to pay it. Maybe I'll see you again—maybe I won’t. But even a prison bird can say God bless you, and mean it; and that's what I say to you. They won't have any suspicions that there’s anything of any kind between you and me; but they’ll naturally come here to see if they can get any information, when that fellow Speen out there turns in his.report. You can tell them you ad- vised me to start clean again,.and you ‘canctell them I swear I don’t know where that hundred -thousand dollars is.' They won't believe it, and you don’t believe it. But let it go at that! I don’t know what's going to break loo%e, but you stand from under, John. I'm going now—to get acquainted with Mr. Speen. It wouldn’t look just right, in ‘my supposed condition, for you to let me have another drink in ‘your place, after having staked me; but I've got to make at least a bluff at it. You stay here for a few minutes—and then come out and chaserme home.” He held out his hand, wrung Square John Kelly’s in a hard grip, turned abrutly away—and staggered out into the bar- room. Clutching his ten dollars in his hand, and, glancing furtively back over his shoulder every step or two, Dave Henderson neared the door. Here, ap- parently reassured that his benefactor was not watching him, and apparently succumbing to an irresistible tempta- tion, he sidled up to the bar—beside the man with the brown peaked cap. “Kelly’s all right—s'll right,” he confided thickly to the other. “OF {riend. Never turns down ol' friend'| in hard luck. Square John—betcher Hlé Have a‘.dflrlhnk’."' “Sure!” said the man in the brown peaked cap. The drink was ordered, and as Dave Henderson, talking garrulously, poured out 'his whisky—a genuine glassful this time—he caught sight, in the mir- ror behind the bar, and out of the cor- ner of his eye, of Kelly advancing down the room from the private office. And as he lifted his glass, Kelly's hand, reaching from behind, caught the glass, and set it back on the bar. (Continued in Tomorrow’s Star.) Steam ‘You wouldn’t satisfyi d cents. Delicious fruits. is a real fuel-food, supplying the necegsary warmth and strength to fortify the body against sudden form—a man"s food foraman’sjob. LISTEN, WORLD! | " BY ELSIE ROBINSON THIS IS NOT THE DE- SIRE OF EVERY MAN. Janey Smith lives near to old Mr. Raney and they work in the same factory. To be sure, Mr. Raney'is one of the big bosses and Janey' is Just & filing clerk, but this is Amer- ica. So when Janey\was almost late one morning, Mr. Raney gave her a lift in his machine. Whereupon the Whole neighborhood, led by Mrs. Raney, raised Cain. Mrs. Perkins Wwas the worst. She personally read the riot act to Janey. Whereupon poor little Janey wept and has been looking upon men with black suspicion ever since. Do I join in her suspicions? I do not!- I think Mrs. Perkins ought to be taken out and forced to holl and rinse her mind, and thereafter given a thorough course of instruction in modern life versus the cave age. . Mrs. Perkins' disgusting theory has no more place in our modern world than a community eating bowl, or some other unpleasant contrivange .of pre-civilization days. It s aBsurd and revolting in a world where men and women are working together-on a plane of equality. Women are helping make the laws and admin- ister them—women are serving. in every capacity in industrial life. We He.flung | have woman sclentists, - out the words in a sort of bitter gibe. tors, woman aviaters moime wiren policé swomen. And men are. working with these women. They are working under the same conditions—conditions which make an Impersonal, unsexual -asso- ciation imperative. warm the heart, it is forced to cool off when office work spresses. The idea, so often held by the Mrs. Per- kinses, who have never taken a part in business life, that an- office -is ‘a heart .throb factory, is. the silliest poppycock in, the ‘'world. The natural result of such association is a reali- zation that men and women can work together with profit and pieasure without love making, and a constant training in doing so. The average business man, married or otherwise, no more wants to drag every woman to his den by the hair of the “head than he wants to turn her into a can- nibal stew. i —_— Lemon Jelly. Gelatin dishes are refreshing and wholesome. To make lemon Jelly, soak one-half package of gelatin in cold water for a few minutes, add two cups of boiling wxter and one cup of sugar, stir until dissolved and wheh cool add one cup of lemon juice. Sét aside to cool and harden. MENU FOR A DAY. BREAKFAST. Baked Eggs Creamed Potatoes Halved Oranges Cereal - Coffeo - LUNCHEON. Pork Chops Apple Sauce Fresh Bread Tea DINNER. Cream o!cAsplrl‘ gus Soup % ‘rackers. Celery Stuffed with Cheese Roast Lamb Parsleyed Potatoes Creamed Beets Coftee Fruit Salad Cake Beautify . Complexion o INTENDAYS Nadinola CREAM try to get up steam by putting a blanket around the boiler. Warmth and strength for the human - engine come from the right kind of fuel-food. ° Shredded Wheat ——— B ——— R No matter how, THE EVENING STAR WASHINGTON, D. C, MONDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1921, A Hot Time in the Blueberry Patch. BY TI!DIIN’I‘QN. ‘W. BURGESS. I _only we For what unwittingly we Alas, it all too often happens ‘The innocent must lone might suffer do! suffer, too. —Buater Bear. That little saying is very true.-And sometimes the innocent do most of the suffering. It ought not to be so, but it is so. People often suffer a great deal, a very great deal, through no fault of their own. Now it happened that great big Buster Bear, contentedly stripping blueberries from the bushes as he shuffled along, reached the bush un- der which, unknown to him, his small son, Boxer, was taking & nap, just as Boxer had that bad dream and kicked out with one foot. You re- member what happened. You remem- ber how he angered a Yelloy-Jacket just coming from her home and how she promptly used her sharp little lance, stinging that foot and rudely angry Yellow-Jackets and snarling and growling terribly. The Yellow- Jackets were all about his head. They stung his ears. . They stung him on the ‘nose. One got in his mouth and stung him on his tongue. They seemed to know where the hair was shortest and' they could sting him easiest. Then Buster took to his heels, the Yellow-Jackets after him. They got into his long fur, and creeping down in until they reached the skin stung him. \ Twice he stopped to roll over and over to crush them. Every time he felt a fresh sting he jumped and squealed. ~Straight for the nearest brush- he made, and he didn't stop to pick his way. In among the bushes and young trees he crashed and tore his “way through. The branches brushed off some of the Yellow- Jackets clinging to his coat. He knew that his only safety was in getting out of sight, and he intended to get there as quickly as possible. Of course, the noise had wakened the other twin, Woof-Woof, and she had run to her mother. Mrs. Bear had guessed what the trouble was and promptly started to get away from that berry patch in a hurry. Some of the Yellow-Jackets, flying about wildly looking for other ene- mies, discovered them before they could reach the shelter of the bushes, and both Mrs. Bear and Woof-Woof were stung several times. Yes, in- deed, it was a hot time in the berry patch! And the queer part of it is the cause of it all suffered least. (Copyright, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) Delicious Spiced Meat. Take two pounds of veal, two pounds of pork and two pounds of beef; chop- ped fine, eight milk crackers rolled fin | four weil beaten eggs, one large table- c———— . HCaov THEY SEEMED TO KNOW WHERE THE HAIR WAS SHORTEST AND .THEY _ COULD STING HIM EASIEST. § awakening Boxer. In his pain Boxer kicked with both feet, tearing open with his claws the entrance to the home of the Yellow-Jackets, and in- stantly out had poured all ther Yellow- Jackets at home, each one fighting mad. . Boxer's sharp yell when he was stung by the first Yellow-Jacket startled Buster Bear, and he promptly sat up to see what was going on. Boxer scrambled to his feet and away he went, running as he never had in his short life before and squalling at the top of his lungs, for several of those angry Yellow-Jackets stung him before he got well started. Being small, Boxer slipped under the bushes and in no time at all he was out of sight, though not out of hearing. So it happened that most of th Yellow-Jackets didn’t see him at all. But they did see great big Buster Bear there right in front of them and they promptly blamed him for their trouble. They didn't stop to ask questions. That isn’t their way. They were fighting mad, and before poor Buster really knew what had happened they were all about him and he had been stung in a dozen places. Now, the sting of a Yellow-Jacket is llke a touch of fire. My, my, my, that berry patch was a hot place for a few minutes! At first Buster stood up, slapping with both paws at the spoonful of salt, one tablespoonful of chopped parsley, one teaspoonful of summer gavory, one-half nutmeg, one teaspoonful of cinnamon and one-half teaspoonful of cloves. Mix thoroughly, ke in a slow oven for four or five hours. Geod Luncheon Dish. Put one-half pound of boiled ham through a meat grinder, then one-half pound of cheese and six large sofa crackers. Mix all together, add one teaspoon of table sauce, three beaten eggs and one-half pint of milk. Mix thoroughly and bake in a slow for half an hour. Tea—to be good—must be fresh ‘ . When the FEATURE PAGE. . Personal Health Service *." By WILLIAM BRADY, M. D. LA} The Sheen of Youth. 014 age is dry, drab and dull. When a woman no longer feels that ir- resistible impulse to powder her nose, her arteries are beginning to calcify. It is youth that shines and complains about it. A shiny nose is a more reliable stigma of youth than a red nose is of total abstinence, for every little while one hears of an individual with a red nose who really does drink. In youth the sebum or skin oil is secreted copiously and it keeps the young skin soft and pink and warm as a skin ought to be. Sometimes nature is go bounteous with this complexion beautifier that she over- does the matter a little, and the youth is troubled with olly skin, a greasy dandruff or excessive oiliness of the hai pimples. For the shiny nose that is merely shiny there is nothing better than powdering with zinc stearate com- pound by day and mopping the nose each morning with bits of cotton or a soft handkerchief moistened with a weak solution of resorcin, six grains in the ounce of tollet water or bay rum. For the red nose plain talcum by day-and an application without ryb- bing or mopping of the following mixture before retiring each night, the mixture being allowed to dry ou Zinc_sulphate 30 grains. ‘Sulphurated potassium...30 grains. Rose water .3 ounces. This should be shaken up well be- fore each application. whole skin of the face is excessivelr oily, with or without blackheads, the’ following lotion will generally give satisfaction, if applied every night for a period of ten days or two weeks, and then left off for an_equal period or longer. Sublimed sulphur, compound tinc- ture of lavender, glycerin, water, bay rum or toilet water; of each, one ounce. When blackheads are present it preferable to bathe first for five mi utes with a solution of as much bor acid as the hot water in the basin w dissolve before applying : the mix- ture. ’ For a greasy scalp many find this helpful: Sallcylic acid. i Resorcin ... 10 grains. Colagne water. .2 ounces. Rub a’'few drops into the scalp once or twice daily. ' QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. Goiter 1x. School Children. Replying to: numerous queries, the 10 grain: isalwaysfreshand thatunique flavour of ‘goodness’ that has justly made it famous. The maker of Forsythe blouses Max Held, Inc.;maker of Forsythe biouses, is oBeof the lead- . «ing manufacturers who have recently made a thorough investi- gation of the safe way to wash fine fabrics. ‘For their own pro- tection, as well a3 their customers’, these manufacturery are | Bros. Co., Cambridge, Mass. ‘= urging that their products be laundered in Lux. Complete laun. directions in booklét form sent free on request. Lever ®or whiteHieads or blackheads or!great value, camphor § Noted Physician and Author treatment which has been suggested' here for preventing the development of simple goiter in school children (and perhaps curing some such goi- ters) is as follows: Let the child take each day for a period of three weeks three grains of sodium jodide dissolved in not less than one quart of drinking water. The same course may be repeated after an interval of three months to a year, if necessary. Serum or Bacterin. Do you consider the serum treat- ment given for prevention of frequent attacks of coryza, acute rhinitis or what is commonly known as “cold in the head” effeetive?—B. R. Answer—Perhaps you mean bac- terin treatment. (often. cit vac- cine” treatment). 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