Evening Star Newspaper, October 5, 1921, Page 31

FEATURE PAGE. Helps nl Brown Bread 2 cups white flour 4 cups graham flour Copyright, 1981, by K Write for Airline Honey Book (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) N, 4 of Recipes. The A. L R He was choking. Instead of arms, e A. I Root Co. steel fingers had sunk into his throat HONEY {Rs. ../, Medina, ¢ He lunged out with all his strength. e s R ome of the Honey )l | His fist met something that, though =318 Sl | it vielded slightly, brought a brutal — V3 - & | twinge of pain across hisknuckles. CTRN B ey = | His fist shot out again, whipped to W £ its mark with everything that was in him behind the blow: and it was the bruiser’s face he hit. He hit it again, and, over the mad fury that was upon him he knew an unholy BY FRANK L. PACKARD. Copyright, 1981, by Public Ledger Ce. “Mugsy. d've hear! hear! Why don't you Dave Henderson launched himself forward. A wild yell went up. Hands clutched at him and tore at his clath- ing and struck at his face; forms flung themselves at his shoulders and clung around his legs. He shook them off—and gained a few yards. He was fighting like a madman now —and now the darkness was in his favor. They came on again in a blind rush. The door could not be far away! He stumbled over one of the small tables, Damn you, d've Health Food -That’s Good Every man will relish raisin ple for lunch, or toasted raisin bread for breakfast. Stewed rai- sins and cream make a delicious e recovered himself, and, snatching up And each is an invaluable the table, whirled it by one of its Bealth-food, rich in the priceless legs in & sweep arouna his head. food-iron which here was a smash of impact tha oo ion which bulldavitalityin | | ;oct “icnocked the table from his grasp—and, coincidently, a scream Medicinal iron isn’t as patural. of pain. It cleared a space about Food-iron is easily absorbed and hith. He swung again. whirling the table around and around his head, effective. You need but a small gaining impetus—and suddenly sent bit every day, yet that need is vital. shadowy forms in front of him and, Aurning, made a dash for the end of the room. He reached Instead of taking an old fash- loned iron-tonic eatraisins every day, for Raisins are the Iron-Food the wall and groped along it for the door. The door! | Where was it? He felt the warm 'hlond tric ng down over his face. He did not remember when that had happened! He could not sce—but they would turn on the lights surely now in an instant if they were nou fools—and he must find the door first or he was trapped—that was his only chance—the place was a_bed- 1am of hideous riot—curse the blood, t Ask for the | SUN-MAID Brand They are most delicious hayve settled with the skulking. His fingers touched and felt around the jamb of the open door—and he surged, panting, through the door- way. The short passage ended in another door. He opened this, found the yard in front of him, dashed across it, and hurled himself over the fence into the lane. The uproar, the yells, the furious shouts from behind him seemed sud- denly to increase in volume. He ran the faster. They had turned the! lights on—and found him gone! From somewhere in the direction of the street there came the shrill cheep- cheep of a patrolman's whistle. Yes. he quite understood that, too—there wouid be a riot call pulled in a min- ute, but that made little difference to him. It was the gangsters, who were now probably pouring out of the saloon’s back door in pursuit of him, with whom he had to reckon. But he should be safe now—he was abreast of Capriano’s house, which ness because the extensioon stuck out Jike Some great, black loming shadow from the row of othéer houses. There was a gate here somewhere, but he had no time to hunt for gate or door, perhaps only to find it locked! quicker and easier. ng himself up, and over—and, a vard away. found himself ith what looked like an porch or vestibule to the {Italian's back door. | He was quick now, but equally isilent in his novements. From the d {rection of the saloon shouts rcached ihim. the voices no longer muffied, but jas_though they were out in the open {—in the back yard of the saloon per- i haps, or_perhaps by now in the lane {itself. He stepped inside the porch | and knocked softly on the door. He | knocked again and again. It seemed {as though the seconds dragged them- {selves out_jnto immeasurable periods of time. He swept the blood out of Lis eves once more, and, his ears strained laneward, continued to knock insistently, louder and louder. A light footstep, hurried, sounded from within. It halted on_the other side of the closed door. He had a Paris bows to the Spanish influence + Paris has let the colorful spell of old Spain fall upon our hats. feeling, that somehow, even through G that closed door, and even in the Mantillas appear, flung over darkness, he was_under inspection. small hats that a matador might The next instant he was sure of It. Above his head a small incandescent bulb suddenly flooded the porch with jlight. and fell upon him as he istood there, a ghastly object. he re- alized, with blood-stained face, and have worn. Large Spanish combs are thrust into crowns; earrings dangle from brims, brilliantembroidery, fringeand” {5,y ana disheveled clothes. other diverting things glimpsed From behind the closed door came {a mirts siartled gasp of dismay and in the arena appear. alarm; from up the lane now un- mistakably came the pound of racing feet. “Quick!" whispered Dave Hender- son hoarsely. “I'm from Tony Lo- For God's sake, put out that Tosee these hats—to see every- thing that is newest and best in Fall fashions—send to the newsdealer’s for the OCTOBER 1L Sanctuary! The light in the porch went out. From within, as though with slow, dubious hesitation, & key turned in the lock. The door opened slightly, Fall Fashions Number and from a dark interior the girl's ;- voice reached Dave Henderson agaln. a a”' «Tony Lomazzi sent you, you say!” i she exclaimed in a puzzled way; and ‘(hs‘n. a sudden apprefiension in her volce: “You are all covered withj i blood—what is the matter? you want?” From the lane, the sound of pound- Keep Looking Young | == & o, et ey It's Easy—If You Know Dr.|posite the Italian’s porch now. Dave i Henderson, without ceremony, push- Edwards® Olive Tablets. i¢eq at the door. It ylelded, as the girl secret | evidently retreated backward abrupt- L of keeping yousg s fc | Ty, and e ‘stepped inside, closed the feel young—to do this you must ttly behind him, and, feeling watch your liver and i for the key, turned it swittly in the there’s no need of having a sallow lock. He could see nothing, but out mplexion—dar! f the darkness near him came a pi o i Fliipe wader YOIIT?O quick-drawn_intake of breath. eyes—pimples—a bilious look in |37 +*eaid Dave Henderson, vour face—dull eyes with no! .t """yt it was a bit of a clo sparkle. Your. doctor will tell you call. I'm not guite sure whether they ninety r cent of all sickness are running after me, or running from omes inacti bow: {the police, but. either way, it would s g ctive els and | [0C PO een o littlo awkward if I had | liver. been seen. She “seemed to have regained her composure, for her voice, as she spoke ieten ected a vegetable om:o::g%::r’wnn :fiye o nz:gx:]in, ‘w;zéu:-smguk: and as evenly il L e . Ve {more. “Why here in the front of the house, e action yet always cffective. uffied, but still quite audible, there bring _about came ihe volces of, two _men—one buoyan high-pitc querulous, curiously w:y‘ .'.“::, al‘!"‘:.:iu Sl el .ll:frrt-nbranhed. the other with a sort impurities. Olive Tablets are|., nis eyes searched around him. It of monotonous, sullen whine in it. He Dr. listened automati for an instant, cnownby theifolivecolor. 15cand30c. ' was almost black inside hers as he a well-known phy= ’ joy as his blows crashed home. The steel fingers around his throat relaxed and fell away. He staggered — to_his feet. A voice from somewhere close at hand spoke hoarsely. : “Scrag him, Mugsy!" See that he's|Y knocked cold before we carry him out!" There was no answer from the floor. Dave Henderson’s lips were no ¥ longer twisted in a emile, they were |s thinned and straight; he knew why there was no answer from the floor! He crouched, gathering himself for ing. Dark, shadowy forms were crowding in around him. There was only one chance—the door now, the rear door, and the lanel Voices growled and cursed, seemingly al- 5 in his ears. They had him “T' hemmed against the bar without - knowing It, as they clustered around the spot where they expected he was being strangled into unconsciousness on the floor. it catapulting from him full into the | h: he could distinguish even in the dark- | see’ ‘What dois superior self-restraint, R. H. Davis Oorp. stood with his back to the door, but grown more accustomed to the darl ness now. he could make out a faint. blurred form, obviously that of the girl, a few feet away from him. ‘;{’ want to see Nicolo Capriano,” he her turn now to pause before she answered. “Is [t necessary?” she asked finally. To me—yes,” sald Dave Hender- son. “My father has already had far too much exeitement.tonight,” she said in a low voice.. “He is a very si¢ck man. There {s some one with him now. If you could give me the message it would be better. As for any help you need, for you appear to be hurt, I will gladly attend to that myself. ou may be assured of that, if you come from Tony Lomazzl.” She was Nicolo Capriano's daugh- ter, then! It struck him as a passing thought, though of no particular con- uence, that she spoke excellent English for an Italian gir! 'm afraid that won’t do," said Dave Henderson, seriousl, “It is prac- tically a matter of life and death to me to see Nicolo Capriano, and- 2 From the front of the house the querulous voice rose suddenly in a still higher pitch: eresa! Teresa!" ‘Yes, I am coming!" the girl cried out; and then, hurriedly, to Dave Hen- derson ‘'Wait here a moment. I will tell him. What is your name?” Dave Henderson smiled a little queerly in the darkness. “If he is alone when you tell him, it is Dave Henderson,” he said, dry “Otherwise, it is Smith—John Smith. She was.gone. Ho listened as her footsteps died away In.the darkness; and then he listened again at the door. There was still a great deal of commotion out there jn the lane, but certainly there was nothing to indicate that hes and Nicolo Capriano’s back porch had in any way been suspected of having had anything in common: it was. rather, as though the entire saloon up there had emptied itself in gaste into | the lane, and was running pell-mell in an effort to be anywhere but in that vicinity when the police arrl Well, so much the better! For the moment, at least. he had evaded the| trap set for him both by Bookie Skarvan's pack and by the police— and the next move depended very largely upon Nicolo Capriano. or. per- | even more, upon this daughter parently Teresa—which _mattered very little. What mattered a great | deal more was that she evidently had | her wits about her—an inheritanee | possibly from the old man, whose ! reputation, in his day, as one of t coolest and shrewdest of those out- side the pale of the law. was at least | substantiated by the fact that he had | been able to stand off the police for practically a lifetime. | Dave Henderson raised his hand. | and felt gingerly over his right tem- ple. Thé blood had stopped flowing, but there was a large and well defined ; lump there. He did not remember at | just what particular stage of the fight ' that had happened. From his head his hand felt over his clothing. He ! nodded a little ruefully to himseif. He had come off far from scatheless—his | coat had almost literally been torn from his back. ! Voices reached him again from the | front of the house: he heard the girl | speaking quietly in Italian; he heard | some response in the sullen whine that he had remarked before, and then the street door opened und closed. There | was silence then for what seemed & | long time. until finally he caught the | sound of the giri's step coming toward him again. | “My father will see you.” she said. ! “But I want to warn vou again that! he is a very sick man—sicker than he imagines he is. It is his heart.” “Yes," said Dave Henderon. ! ‘Come she said, | tersely. passage turns to the right. Can you (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) ; i LISTEN, WORLD! | | BY ELSIE ROBINSON Feeling superior to your marrfed mate has become one of the most pop- ular adult sports, particularly since wives began to acquire cults and yearnings and spiritual bacilli danger- ous to the state of matrimony. Nor does this superiority manifest itself in ways of added strength and grace as a reasonable mortal would suppose It might? It does not. There is a the- ory, constantly growing more popu- lar, that the more peevish you ar the more you prove your finer sens- bilities and more ‘delicate mental mechanism. That, in fact, it's lower- ing to one's standards to “grin and bear it” and that if you are a rarer soul you must manifest it by tears or sniffs or awful silences, or emotional mildew generally. Now, unrestrained peevishness is no more commendable in any kind of a human than it is in any kind of a pig. It is inevitable that people and THE SIGN OF events should prove tiresome and ir- ritating. But that's no reason for giving way to vour irritation. The best sign of a superior intelligence and the person who doesn’t show it, be he or she genius or garbage man, should receive a swift kick. As a matter of fact, these irritable Irenes are not supersouls at all. They simply have a craving for sensation and want to start something. They expect more emotional somersaults out of marriage and life in general than it is either possible or good for them to recelve, and they work off their disappointment by being un- pleasant. Longings for a higher plane are as uncomfortable to ‘handle jn the home as a plece of very rare and frail china, The. true harmony be- tween two married people isn't based on soulfulness but on a deliberate willingnegs to be agreeable and help- If you're determined to be thal you can get along with and find pleasure i nearly any ome.. And if you're not, you'd raise Cain on the pearly pavements. - ———— Fruit Syllabub. Take one quart of fresh icream, the whites of four eggs, one cup of grape juice and one and three-fourths .cup of powdered sugar. Whip halt the suger with the cream, beat thé rest| of the sugar with the whites of eggs, stir both niixtures well, add pe juice and | it | "When You Buy Tea. For the woman who has no. very keen sense of taste so far as tea goes it is far\better to buy some labeled brand of tea, put up by some relia- ble concern, than to depend on her own judgment concerning tea weighed out at the grocery store. The con- venient thing about buying package tea is that if you find it acceptable the first time, then you can depénd on getting the same flavor whenever you buy that brand. 7 If vou are serving tea in the after- noon it is a good plan to select some more or less usual blend of tea and not to attempt any thing unusual. You may like Russian teas and un- usual Chinese teas, but your guests may not. 2 a heavy tea, nor one | too delicute in flavor, if you would please the majority of your guests. Nowadays most peopie prefer black tea Lo green in this country and it is better not to serve green tea unless you definite- ly know the preference of your guests. Teas are either black or green. The familiar green teas are Gunpow- der, Hyson, Young Hyson and Impe- rial. The more usual black teas in- clude English Breakfast, Oolong, Pekoe, Formosa, Souchong and Cey- lon. Green teas are more stimulat- ing to the nerves and therafore sho:ld black teas. Orange Pekoe of a good quality blended in small amounts with Cey- lon, English Breakfast or Oolong, brings out all the delicacy of flavor hidden in the tea leaves. Pekoe, Young Hyson and English Breakfast form another good blend, and many persons think Oolong mixed with a third of it own weight of uncolored Ja- pan tea delicious. Russlan tea brings a slightly dif- ferent flavor from the lemon than is found when the lemon slice is dropped into the tea after it is poured. The Russians put the slice of lemon in tll;.e cup first and pour the hot tea on it. Baked Stuffed Sweet Potatoes. Bake the sweet potatoes and then cut a small hole In the side, 5coop out the potato and season well with salt, butter and a generous guantity of cream, half a teaspoon of sugar and the beaten whites of two eggs. Refill the skins and place In the oven for a few minutes. Serve hot. bed.’” Mqttresses L5 Farmer Brown’s Boy Finds BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Just ©se vour cves at every turn: There's always something You can lewrn. It happened that Farmer Brow: Boy decided to go berrying on the|all over the berry patch, and no one very day that Mother Bear led Eoxer and Woof-Woof to the berry patch jon the foot of the Great Mountain. Farmer Brown's Boy knew all about that berry patch. He knew that the biggest and best berries for miles around grew there, 50 it was straight always be used in combination with |for this very patch that he headed that morning with a pall in each hand. He got there just about an hour after the Bear family had left in such a hurry. He began picking at! a place where none of the Bears! had been. and he soon had one palil filled. put it under a bush out of the sunjme as if and with the other moved on to an-i Lou, fecentls. other place. days tagging after a 13-year-old boy from the Hippodrome to Coney Island, you know I was more than tired—I was exhausted when I climbed into bed.” “Well,” I said, “when I am exhausted like that I toss half the night.” “Exactly,” replied Mrs. Pratt, “but I went right to sleep. In spite of the noise and bustle of the city I slept like a top. Next morning Jack shook me with ‘You must have taken a sleeping powder, Mary.’ ” “I don’t know what it is, Jack, but I am certainly curious to see what kind of spring is under this mattress.” He lifted up the mat- tress. “It’s a box-spring,” he said. “Iremem- ber at the convention in Detroit the manager of the hotel told me he had Conscience Brand box-springs on every bed in thé hotel. It is worth. dollars and cents to him, he says, to have guests boast of ‘that fine, comfortable The public is beginning to understand what the hotels have already learned: that a Con- science Brand Box-Spring is the most sensible and economical bed spring. The sales of Con- science Brand box-springs tripled last year. There is no purchase more satisfying. The INTERNATIONA BALTIMORE the marks “So. tha Signs. was more Farmer Brown's Toy. | He Knew of Buster's have bean sight. féast here bears had Jackets!” there. “Those He was a rapld picker Now, 1]In a grea And just see how he|from th It is athis mean? two bears look lke 1 Td| oateh this pail filled. In" a . soft spot he had dis-' bears have OU know, Nannie,” said Mrs. Pratt, “I found out last month why I always sleep so well when I am in New York. It’s box-springs! “Jack and I went to New York really for Junior’s sake. If you have ever spent three spring. tress. Brand. - Pillows been here!" Right away Farmer Bfown's Eoy! tered Farmér Brown's Boy. think by the looks that balf a dozen r 1 wonder if he heard me coming and that fright. ened him ‘away? I would like to see; him eating berries. ment of the body. kapoc or hair). covered part of a big footprint and of blg claws. s it! Buster Bear has ' le exclaimed. Interested in what Buster Bear had been doing than.in picking berries himself. He wasn't afraid, that if Buster saw him first he wouldn't get #o much as a glimpse black coat. He could see as big as Buster Bear could possibly thére and kept ocut of “The old 'fellow. must have had a this very morning.” mut. “I should been here. Ouch! Yellow- He bt;t & histy retreat, holding oné hand to his neck. where he had been &tung. jackets flying about a certain little! bush growing from a mound, and knew at once that their home was Then he grinned. @ could see Yellow- Yellowjarkets are in a He | dreadful temper,” said he. “Looks to they had been disturbed 1 wonder what Buster Eear knows about it? From the way | thoge bushes over there are broken “Hello!” he exclaimed, “somebody |1 Should say that some one left here bas been here before me. wonder who it was it was a mighty careless picker. Justhad been here! look at those berries on the ground!|here is an He must have knocked off as many as he picked. trampled down these bushes! shame to break them down like this. There {sn't any reason for it. like to tell him what—" Farmer Brown’s Boy didn‘t finish.|and see-what 1 can see. Instead, he gave &.long, low whistle |E0t to get busy if T want to get this and abuptly stood up for a look all| around. t hurry and didn't look Whoever it was, | Where he was going. My, 1 wish 1 I certainly do. Hello, other track, and unless I am greatly mistaken, it is different other one. Now what does Can it be that there are here? It certainly does t. I think I will have to berry patch for a few days Now I've I can't let a couple of all the berries.” “I was so curious that I looked under the mattress. box-spring is the highest modern development in spring making. compares with it in comfort. Each of the 72 highly tempered spiral coils of the Conscience Brand box-spring responds to the least move- Not the uncomfortable - > hammock sag of the link or woven wire spring. But the “give” is where the weight strikes. The body gets natural rest, the spring con- forming to the body. A box-spring is the most sanitary spring. It makes housekeeping easier. nor vermin can make their way through the san attractive, : dnm@le "tiek - Whi The great suilight plant of the Interna- tional Bedding Company, where these box- springs are made, is also the home of Con- science Brand mattresses and pillows. The = reputation of the company for clean,new, high- grade material and conscientious workmanship _is a by-word among dealers. There can be no more ideal, comfortable, long-wearing combination than a Conscience Brand spring beneath a Conscience Brand mattress, Furthermore, you know that the / Conscience Brand mattress is built of depend- able new, clean, sanitary materials (cotton-felt, Both the mattress and the box-spring are the best that can be built. You spend one-third of your life in sleep. Why shouldn’t your beds at home be as com- fortable as the finest hotel bed? Ask your dealer to show you a Conscience Brand box- spring together with a Conscience Brand mat- You can sleep in supreme comfori tonight if you make sure to ask for Conscience CONSCIENCE BRAND - Box Springs . FEATURE PAGE. " So Farmer Brown’s Boy once more | Rubbish in_the celiar or attic in- set to work and picked steadily, only | vites fire, Make Fire Prevention looking up from his work now and period -up in your then to see if by any chance Buster Bear had returned. But Buster didn® return. and after a while the pail was filled and Farmer Brown's Boy |- prepared to start for the long tramp home. It was then that he heard queer sound in the woods him. He turned and stared. as if there is gome one there,” thought he. (Copyright. 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) Old-Fashioned Games. 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