Evening Star Newspaper, October 6, 1921, Page 34

FEATURE PAGE. FEATURE PAGE. American Chamber of Commerce. Many rich people lived on or around the square long ago, when it was ‘?“':Y up town,” as they say in New ork. BY ELSIE klfimmn ‘ Oh—com' on. Fdlks—Ilet's forget we're strangers, for E want to tell you my, secret. It's a secret I've had for a very long time, ever since I began to grow up apd.get civilized. And the longer I keep it the more I'm convinced that it's your secret, too, as well as mine, and that you're long- ing to tell some one about it, even as I'm longing to tell you. So let's go— I'll tell first. Here's what I'm want- ing to do and to be as I sit in my four walls and work—here's what I The park became famous again when they put a war garden in it They had a little poison ivy grow- ing there so you would know that plant when you saw it. They also had a peanut bush. The place looked just Jike a farm when harvest time came around in the fall, and D i Miller, the garden expert., was very proud of the iuterest the beople took in this work. It seems a_strange place for a garden, but the point was to show everybody what could | be done in the places you would not think anything could be done in gar- dening. " There you could hear the roar of the “L” and right underneath are the speeding suoway trains. Hard pavement is all around the park, but the cor nand other things grew, just the same. How many members of the Junior Travel Club had gardens this yeur? i1 would like to kear reports on w luck you had. Col. Sherrill, charge of the public grounds in Washington. «ays he is going to move the gardens across the river year, where they will be better t ever. The gardeners have had great FROM NOW ON | BY FRANK L. PACKARD. DS Delicate flavor is the essence of tender top _ leaves of hi&lllly cultivated tea plants. Tea’ strength is the lasting glow of refreshment that a steaming cup of fine tea gives. TETLEY'S Makes good TEA a certainty ‘Were all his cards to go face up on the table fer Nicolo Capriano to see? He had intended to make no more of a confidant of the other than was absolutely necessar: ut, equally, he bad not expected to find in Nicolo Capriano a physically helpless and bed-ridden man. It made a differd ence—a very great difference! If Millman, for instance, had been bed- ridden, it— He caught himself smil- ing_a little mirthlessly. (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) (Copyright, 1921, by the International Syndicate.) GARDEN AMID TALL BUILDINGS WHERE THOUSANDS HURRY ALL DAY LONG. Dear; Club Members: When you go to New York I think one of the most interesting places you will see will be Bryant Park. This is on 42d street, right back of the Carnegle It was a queer place—with its dark- ness, and its twisted passage! Quite queer for so small and ordinary a dwelling—but, if rumor were true, it had been queerer still in the years gone by! A grim smile crossed Dave Henderson's lips, as he followed the shadowy form of his conductor. It augured well at all events! The sur- roundings at least bore out Nicolo thorne, about whom I wrote in my last letter. Here is something Bry- ant wrote that some think fits this time of year: The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the vear, of wailing 9] - . g » vinds v s You'll find both these in Tetley’s Orange Caprianca Tecord, which was a rec: | ,.;[ats me—Dave Henderson” he Library. The park had a garden in|OF YRUINE OO Sl DA JZ000 | Ll WS O T P omine: T Pekoe—a princely blend of many teas. ord much to be desired by a man in| 8313 C&IMIY. o Lo oo nis head. it during the war, so thousands of| I do not agree with him, for 1 do|during and since the war daye | = y his. Dave Henderson's, straits. “And the $100,000 has never been Ppeople who passed the spot could find | N0t get so sad at this time of year. | think Bryant is the oddest garden The light from an open door beyond| ., overed.” he ~observed shrewdly. and 1 think boys and girls can have|spot in the country. and if ¥ou know out how to plant things when they of an interesting one. write and tell the turn in the passage dispelled the Jjust as good a time now as in sum- H i i ' 1 ' - ‘o ted In your darkness. T wi g | . The police are interes &OU_to their homes in the country. Ao A o0 ) i there ow, motloning him o anters | movements. eh?” It s for that peason A-'N. Gitterman had. charge of the|inertbat is If school aid mot inters|the Junior Tyazal Tiib " H ' E but suddenly, for a moment, he stood | Xnd Imycom;';&lm‘:}::.; :flt oy gl-::;: ::r:eu uemleddlrnt lll,\‘erte was | Yo Sout Bryant Square. | SELL BURKE. <5El‘|’ |‘ and star 3 w. Liomt - one studying that gar-|te it you ca : . : s eing Lation : too! oy thing about the macsloel: | —and he sent you here? den night or day. T aa n B o the P. S—Any members going afts Everything about the place was queer! Somehow he had pictured in the darkness an Italian girl, pretty enough, perhaps, in a purely physi- cal way, with gold rings in her ears, perhaps, such as the men wore, and slatternly, with feet shod in coarse, thick boots; the only kind of an Italian girl he had ever re- mcembered having seen—a girl that hauled at the straps of a hand-organ, while the man plodded along the streets, between th hafts. She wasn't like that, he stared at her; red lithe, daintily dressed little figure, stared at the oval face, and the dark, steady, scif-reliant e: and the wealth of rich, black hair that crowned the broad. white forehead, and glint- ed like silken strands, as the light fell upon it. The color mounted in her cheeks. said Dave Henderson—and Bieors maty thie fai5 frowned suddenly. It was bothering him again—the fact that this Itallan and his daughter should speak Eng- lish as though it were their own tongue. Nicolo Capriano nodded his head again. And then, astutely: “Something disturbing you, m young friend.” he said. “What is it?” Dave Henderson straightened in his chair with a little start—and 1aughed shortly.” Very little, evident- 1y, escaped Nicolo Capriano! “It's not much.” he said. ust that you an dyour daughter speak pretty good English for Italian: Nicolo Capriano smiled softly. should speak pretty good Eng- lish,” he said; “and Teresa should speak it cven better. We both learned it as children. I in a certain part of London, as 2 boy; and Teresa here in San_ Francisco, where she was born. Her mother was American, and, though I taught Teresa Italian, we always spoke English while her mother was alive, and afterward my daughter seemed to think we should continue to do_so. He shrugged his “But you come Z he prompted. “Tell ut Lomazzl, He is well?" e is dead,” sald Dave Henderson uietly. q'l‘he thin hands, outstretched before the other. closed with a quick twitch- ing motion—then opened, and the fingers began to pluck abstractedly at the coverlet. There was no other sign_of emotion or movement from the figure on the bed except that the keen, black eyes were veiled now by half-closed 1ids. “He dicd—fifteen years ago—when he went up there—for life"—the man seemed to be communing with him- self. “Yes, yes; ho is dead—he has been dead for fifteen year He looked up suddenly, and fixed his eyes with a sharp, curiously appral: ing gaze on Dave Henderson. speak of actual deat! f course, said, in a low tone. “Do you know 'hing of the circumstances?” It was two months ago,” Dave Henderson answered. “He was taken ill one night. His cell was next to mine. He was my friend. He asked for me. and the warden let me go to him. He died in a very few minutes. It was then, while I was in the cell. that he whispered to me that I would need help when 1 got out, and he told me to come to you, and to say that he sent me.” “And to the warden. and whoever else was in the cell, he said—noth- ing?” thing,” said Dave Henderson. Nicolo Capriano’s eves were hidden agail the long, slim fingers. with blue-tipped nails, plucked at the cov- erlet. It was a full minute before he spoke. owe Tony azsi a great debt.” he said slowl: nd I would like to repay it in a little way by helping you since he has asked it; but it is not today. young man, as it was in those days so long ago. For fif- teen years I have not lifted my or the “L.” as they call it in Ne York. The square is easily found, for it is just a block over from Broadway. Across the street are| wonderful stores and on the other side a block or two away are some! very tall buildings. It seems too| bad that people have to go up so high | to work when it is So much nicer| down on the ground. | In these buildings are some widely | known clubs, and one of the old| houses is occupied by Polish- The history of the park is very in- eresting. 1 think, for once upon a time long ago it was a burial ground, S and at another time a great exposi- Vinaigrette Sauce. Chop un together very fin one shallot. two branckes of parsley. th. same of chervil and chives and wher very fine place them in a sauce how! with a tablespoon of salt. a teaspoon of pepper and three tablespoons of vinegar. Stir well together, then add four tablespoons of good oil, mix well again and serve. am dreaming about night and day, day and night, and I'm thinking you're dreaming it. too: I want to cut loose and run wild! I want to stop belng civilized and sane! I want to stop bothering about money and houses and clothes—I want to be a gypsy and hit the gypsy trafl, with a pack on my back and a song in my heart and the whole wide ; {world for my home! And, honest, pal, don’t you? 'Fess up. now, no one's listening! Wouldn't you, too, like to jump your job and; come with me? I know you would! I've seen the hunger in your eves as I've passed you in the streets. I've heard the hunger erying from your hearts as I've looked over the roof tops at night and thought of you all, cooped in tight, plastered ~rooms, sleeping so far from your first xrrenl the And then, with a start, he pushed his hand across his eyes, and bl his lips, and flushed a deeper red than hers. Her eyes, that had begun to harden as they met his gase, softened in an instant, and she smiled. Hi on- fusion had been his apolo his ac- quittal of any intended offense. She motioned again to him to en- ter, and. as he stepped forward across the threshold, she reached in and rested her hand on the door knob. ou can call when you need me, ht{r;lr * she said—and closed the door Dave Henderson's eyes swept the room with a swift, comprehensive glance; and then held steadily on a pair of jet-black eyes. so black that | they seemed to possess no pupils, which were in turn fixed on him by a strange-looking figure, lyving on a quaint, old-fashioned, four-poster bed across the room. He moved forward and took a chair at the bedside, as the other beckoned to him. So this was Nicolo Capriano! The L s & man was propped upright in bed by . 2 o means of pillows that were support- ed by an inverted chair behind them; . g both hands, very white, very blus ’ \ D t under the nails of the long, slender i = fingers, lay outstretched before him > on an immaculately white coverlet; the man's hair was silver, and-a white beard and mustache but partially disguised-the thin, emaciated condi- ‘tion of his face. But it was the eyes that above all else commanded atten- tion. They were unnaturally bright, gleaming out from under enormously white, bushy eyebrows; and they were curiously inscrutable eyes. They seemed to hold great depths Dbe- neath which might smolder a passion that would leap without warning into flame: or to hold, as they did now, a strange introspective stare, making them like shuttered windows that gave no glimpse of the mind within. “I am Nicolo Capriano,” said the man abruptly and in perfect Eng- lish. “My daughter tells me that you gave your name as Dave Hender- son. The name seems familiar. I have heard jt somewhere. 1 rem ber, it seems to me, & little matter of $100,000 some five years for forCOLDS Warning! Unless you say “Bayer,” you may not get genuine Aspirin prescribed by physicians for 21 years and proved safe by millions. Accept only an unbroken “Bayer” package which contains proper directions not only for Colds, but for Headache, Pain, Toothache, Neuralgia, Rheumatism, Neuritis, Lumbago. Handy tin boxes of 12 tablets—Bottles of 24 and 100—All Druggists. Aspiria {s the trade mark of Bayer Manufacture of Monoaceticacidester of Salicylicacid. home, lying on dead feathers, dream- ing dead thoughts, breathing dead air and waking with groans to take your place at the wheel. How you would like to come with me out to the gypsy trail! How you would like to leave the dishes. and bang up the desk and follow me off and away! Out where the winds go flinging by, with never a wall to stop. love and Learning to laugh, and listen—forgetting the dont's and the can'ts, the musts and the if: Just being simple and young again—sim- ple and free and strong. Yes, it's your secret, too. know it. It hides in your ey lurks in your smile, it listens behind your ears for the call of the trail And some day—some day we'll go! Junket Whip. Beat the yolks of two eggs. add a dash of salt. two tablespoons of sugar and two cups of milk. Stir this until it is thoroughly mixed, flavor with vanilia, put it in a double boiler and stir until it thickens, then pour it into the dish in which it is to be served. Put the junket tablet in, stir and place aside to cool. Beat the wkites of two eggs with a table- spoonful of sugar and one tablespoon- ful of lemon juice. Pile it on the top before serving. You're Bilious, fieadéchy, Constipated! absorbed into the blood. When this poison reaches the delicate brain tissue it causes congestion and that dull, dizzy, sickening headache. A Cascaret to-night for your liver and bowels will straizhten you out Ly morning. FOR THE BOWELS WORK WHILE YOU SLEEP k. ___ ] Clean your liver and bowels! Sick headache, biliousness, coated tongue, or sour, gassy stomach— always trace this to torpid liver and constipation. Poisonous mat- ter clogged in the bowels, instead of being cast out of the system is re- tion building, for those days, was near, and that burned down in a fire that the people talked about for a long time. The place was called the Crystal Palace, and it burned In 1858. There was to be a big concert on the opening night of the big fair, but the fire destroyed it. A statue of William Cullen Bryant stands in _the park. This was un- 'OMEN welcome SANS be- cause this new perspiration preventive and deodorant cannot stain either skin or garment. SANS is a colorless, odarless antispetic iqaid that can be applied to the ski . umndwy fiuzphs.:Ns e s —agniyols perspiration safely R B a—— Bryant lived at same time as Emerson and Haw-| NOTE: To every laundress in this city. Ask the woman of the house for a package of the wonderful new product for home washing. Remember the name—Rinso. Use it this way deal preperation for particu- Which a man by that name went to| hand against the police. And it is Sfiyuflfirbwo:bonh the penitentiary.” - obvicusly for help from the po- : and deparement stores; Dave Henderson's eyes wandered |lice that yo ucome to me. You from the a for a moment areund the room again. | have served your term, and the y, ° o e . -t He found himself wondar:z. at the | police would not molest you further p i man's English—as he had at the |except for a good reason. Is it not so? - e n m Am girl's. Subconsciously he was aware | And the reason is not far to seek, I . o H A CHEMICAL CO. that” the furnishings, though plain |think. It is the money which was ercester, Mass. and simple an ac n apy! Ing | never recover: A ey are . b I ére foreign and unusual, | You have it hidden somewhere. You know where it is. and you wish to outwit the police while you secure 1it. Am I not right?" . (Continued in Tomorro orn but that the outstanding feature of the room was a sort of refreshing and immaculate cleanliness—i]ike the coverlet. He forced his mind back to what Nicolo Capriano had said. % “Don’t rub your youth away” " H. CLARKE & SONS, Inc., Sasles Agent 8 W. Lombard 8t., Baltimers, Md. befare. He had left it in the morn- ing: now it was well on in the afte noen. At first he didn't recognize the berry patch. You see, on it was different. A Queer Kind of Bear. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Who runs in circles, you should know, Will never get where he would go. —Motber Bear. ;l’lzmca's 2 "z-ux b.;lfleh-! Deddy ss. or u‘a"h".un.l “’g:: tried ’em ofl! HE KNOWS ! By this time he was hungry, and for g5 CornFlake - snap up fussya; te snap up syppeti! No coaxing neede”. these days to tempt family folks and visitor folks to eat a-plenty—not when there’s a big itcher of cold milk or cream and lots of Kellogg’s Corn d, maybe some handy fresh fruit—ready to tickle fickle palates! : Kellogg’s are unlike any corn flakes you ever atel They’re the original kind—f ought to be best! Ne ether corn flakes are so deliciously flavored; no other corn flakes rotain such wonder-crispness till eaten! Kellogg’s are always a delight to serve —and a treat to eat at any meal! In fact, you’ll never know how good corn flakes ean be until you imow KELLOGG'S! The difference is astoupding! Do more than ask for Corn Flakes— say KELLOGG’S CORN FLAKES! Don’t accept substitutes! 2 SniMing and whimpering, Boxer|he ate berries. Then he came to & DISSOLVE: Far eash fube! wandered aimlessly, a little lost Bear, | place where he had been in the morn- el peckep oy e asatee g b recognize . in He couldn't find the Berry patch out E_‘er,, B o e thud o a0k for fwoguacte ling of which the Yellowjackets had|Mother Bear. He was sure that now is hard or elethes driven him and where he had left|his troubles were over. Some dis- extradicty use mere Mother Bear and his twin sister, | tance away, partly hidden by bushes, Rineo. Woof-Woof. He was sure that if he could just find that berry patch all would be well. You see, he didn't know that the Yellowjackets had driven Mother Bear and Woof-Woef out al He it didn’t enter his head that he might not find them there. Probably it was just as well it didn’t. He was a Scared little Bear didn’t know this, and | a8 _good a few minutes forgot his troubles as was a tall brown form. It must be Mother Bear standing up to look around. Of course. Who else could it be? Boxer didn't stop to look very closely. A Bear's eyes are not as his ears and his nos and he does mot trust to them much. So Boxer didn’t notice that this brown form was not as tall or as big as his mothe: He started straight for it in a hurry and as he ran he whim 3 but he was whimpering with joy instead of fright. Heedless and head. long the little cub hurried on. As he came out from behind a bush there, in front of him, was—a strange Bear! At least, Boxer supposed it was a Bear. What other creature could stand on two legs so straight and tall But what a queer Bear oNanums J5Y - HE STARTED STRAIGHT FOR IT <IN A HURRY. as it was, becaus strange place, but he been more scared had that Mother Bear was not where he had left her. Had he been back in the Green Forest where he was born he would not have been so scared, for he had been lost there once be- fore and had”learned to know that part of the: Green Forest. But up here on the foot of the Great Moun- tain it was a very different matter. So he sniffied and whimpered and whined as he wandered about looking for the berry patch. At times he would ryn. He would run until he was tirefl.. Then he would shuffie along slowly. He never continued long in,dne: direction, but was con- tinually, cisnging his . mipd. ~ Of course that was foolish, for he kept Zoing ovér the same ground ‘more or_less, But at-last by luck he wandered out to the edge of the berry patch, the very patch from which the angry Yellowjackets had chased him hours would have he -suspected he was lost In a| g, t_w With a little squeal of astonish- ment and fear Boxer stopped and atared. What a queer coat this Bear had! It didn't look like fur at all. And what queer paws and what & queer face. Boxer felt as if his eyes were popping right out of his head, and, truth to tell, they leoked that way. A sudden and great f clutched his heart. And el r i Little Breeze wandered o and br scent. It wasn' t It was a scent that made him feel uncomfortable and added s too frightened even to a8 he stared at Farmer Brown's [{ tht. 1621 T. W. B 3 “Then let your clothes soak and rinse without any hard rybbing Soak one hour—two whatever time is convenient. 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