Evening Star Newspaper, October 11, 1921, Page 19

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JOINT COFFEE TRADE PUBLICITY COMMITTEE 74 Wall Strest New York the somversal drink R R T I ouly | tablet form | o fron—as s found Many find that when this war results are often | £ h This 18 HEMSTITCHING I Copyright, 1081, by Gopyright, 1981, by ¥ (Cantinged from Yestérday's Star,) know the police were fter him,” said Nicolo Capriano in- | differently. “He came back here again about 2 o'clock this morning, and h had @ small cjockwerk bomb with him. The {colo. Capriano “He had tound together down T didu’t in , and he had thrown flding. The fooll _Of course off {He thought it would against something. 3 to make it any good was to open the \sing and set the clockwork. When {he found it didn't explode he pleked {it up again and brought it back here. He wanted me to fix-it for him. I; sked him where*he got it. Il T 10 get out of him was that Ton .omazzi had told him where he had pidden some things. tla, ha!" Nicolo {Capriano cackled more ' shrilly still {and began to rock in bed with ur | seemly mirth. “One of Tony's old| Tony loft the young fool ai bomb, and maybe there too. T tried to find but all he said was sking me to fis the bomb for T refused. I told him I was no longer in that business. That T went out of it when Tony Lomazzi did— e would listen to 1 did not hitting it way 1 iD I {fifteen vears ago {nothing.” He cursed me. | think he could do any harm with | thing—and T guess he didn’t! A you fool like that is best out of the wa [Tl went away cursing me. T suppose he tried to fix it himself under that; {arc 1ight on the park bepch.” Nicolo apriano shrugged his shoulders |again. “I would not have cared to open the thing myself—it was made too long ago, eh? The clockwork might have piayed tricks even with who once was—" id Barjan. He stood up. good enough, and I guess that's the end of Dave Hender- son—and one hundred thousand dol- He frowned in a meditative . “T don't know whether or not” he said slowly. & got him 'sooner or later, but He pointed clothes on the he annofinced em at the in- Tm sorry. ‘We'd hav course. ake those, “they'll need th quest.” . “There's some paper in the bottom drawer of that wardrobe ovar there. said NI priano_unconcernedly. X ) them up.” ith « nod_of thanks, se- cuted the paper. made a bundle of {the clothes, and tucked the bundie {under his arn We won Nicolo,” he sald heartil toward the deor. ) 1ah!” said Nicolo Capriano, with a fscowl. “T know how much that is wortn? - ! He listencd ishowed the through the fio a again he « forget this. as he moved Teresa out door. As the door lled his daughter. my littie one, aid, and forefinger “w ainst the side of his nose in a gesture of hu- morous confidence. “I_ will tell vou something. Ignace Ferroni, who was fool enough to blow himself up, has become the young mah whom as OFFEE DELICIOUS WHOLESOME HEALTHFUL BUY FROM YOUR GROCER l(\ur good friend Tony Lomazzi sent to jus last night.” i Her eyes widened in dden amazement, not unmixed with falarm. You understand, He wagged his “Not a little one?” cackled You under- she said doubtfully grunted the old bomb king. think Barjan has swallowed the yrhnnk, But I frust no one. I must be ure—you understand—sure! Go and jtelephone Emmanuel, and tell him {to find Little Peter, and send the {scoundre¥ to me at once Yes. father.” she said It is for Tony Lomazzi She went from the room. i, Nicolo Capriano lay back on the| Pillows and closed his eyes. He might | have been asleep again, for the smile fon his lips was as guileles a child’s; and it remained there until an hour later, when, after motioning Teresa, who had opened the door, away, he propped himself up on his elbow to greet a wizened. crafty-faced little rat of the underworld, who' stood at the bedside. “It is like the old days to. here. Little Peter,” murmured Capriano. “And I always paid well— eh® "You have not forgotten that Well, I will pay well again. Listen! 1.am ‘sure that the man who was killed with the bomb in the park last night was a prison bird by the name of Dave Henderson: and I told the police so. i But it is always possible that 1 have made a mistake. I do not think so— | but—— he said. Something new [hether you have used a front a back laced corset, we feel ertain you will find Madame Pfeil a revelation. t imparts that youthful, grace- “corsetless” effect that is ow in fashion. tyle and comfort have been ained by new principles of onstruction endorsed by physi- and anatomists. he patented Security front elacingisanepochmaking hievement in. corset i e believe a trial will convince ny woman of its superiority. anshurgh & Bro. 20 10 430 7th St. N.W. Washington, D. C. w.?fe‘ 1File) Lnl.ace Front Corset but it is always possible—eh? Well, I must know, Little Peter. The police will investigate further, and so will Baldy Vickers' gang—they had it in for the fellow. You are u clever little devil, Little Peter. Find out if the po- | ilice have discovered anything that} would indicate I am wrongz, and do_the {same with Baldy Vickers' gang. You know them all, don't you?” The wizened little rat grinned. he sald, out of the corner of ouse can leave it to me, i " Nicolo Capriano patted the other's arm approvingly, and smiled thg man away.” You have the whole day before you, Littie Peter,” he said. I am in no hurry.” : Once more Nicolo Capriano lay back lon his pillows, and closed his eyes, and once more the guileless smile hovered over his lips. At intervals through the day he i murmured and communed with him- self, and sometimes his cackling laugh brought Teresa to the door; but for the most*part he lay there through i the hours with the placid. cunning { patience that the school of long ex- {perience had brought him. It wax:éusk when Little Peter stood he hAdslde again. H ouse\ealled de turn, Nicolo,” he |said. “Dat was de guy, all right. I {got next to some of de fly-cops, an’ i ain't got no doubt about it. r;e[y e flipped & newspaper that he was car- rying onto the bed. “Youse can read jit for ybrself. An' de gang sizes it up de same way. I pulled de window ‘llunt on_‘em down at Morrissey's | about an hour ago. Dey was all dere —Baldy, an’ Runty Mott, an’ all de rest—an’ another guy, too. Say, I didn't know dat Bookie Skarvan pulled in wid dat mob. Dey was i fightin’ like a lot of stray ca dey was sore as pup: {de pther one for losin’ de mone: only guy in de lot dat kept his head was Bookie. He sat dere 'chewin' a | big fat cigar, an’ wigglin' it from one | corner of his mouth to de other, an’ i lie handed 'em some talk. e give ‘em hell for mussin’ everything up. Say, Nicolo, take it from me, youse want to keep yer eye peeled for him. He says {to de crowd: ‘Its a cinch dat Dave { Henderson's dead, thanks -to de damned mess youse have made of everything,’ he.say; ‘an’ it's a cinch dat Capriano's story in de paper is straight—it's too full of de real dope to be anything else. But if Dave Hen- derson told old Capriano dat much, he may have told him more—see? Old Capriano's a wily bird, an’ wid & hun- dred thousand in sight de old Dago wouldn't be asleep. Anyway, it's our {1ast chance—dat Capriano got de hid- | in’ place olit of Dave Henderson, But here’s where de rest of youse Keeps yer mitts off. If it's de last chance, T'll see dat it aln't gummed up. I'll | take care of Capriano mysel.” | Little Peter circled his 1ips with his tongue. as Nicolo Capriano extracted banknotc of generous denomination from under his pillow, and handed. it to_the other. “Ver; he sald softly, .“Yes, yes—very goed! But you have already forgotten it all—eh? Ts it not eo, Little Peter?* Sure!” said Little Peler earnestly, v s Jj fact. Publio Ledger Co. M. Davis Corp. “Sure—youse can bet yer life T have!’ o0d-bye, then, Little Peter,” sald Nieolo Capriano softly again He stared for a long while at the door, as it closed behind the other— stared and smiled curiously, and plucked with bis fingers at the cover- ot. nd_so they would watch old bed- ridden Nicolo, would they—while Nic- olo watches—eh—somewhere else!” ho muttered. “Ha, ha! So they will watch old Nicolo—wlil they? *Well, well, let them watch—eh?" Te looked-around the room, and raised himself up in bed. He began to rock to and fro. A red tinge crept into his cheeks, u gleam of fire lighted up the coal black eyes. ‘Nic colo,” he whispered to him- self, is llke the old days back again. Nicolo—and it is like the old wine to make the blood run quick In the veins again.” Iv. The Mantle of One Ignace Ferroni. Tp and down the swmall, {ll-fur- nished room Dave Henderspn paced back and forward. us, not So very long ago, he had paced by the hour from the rear wall of his cell to the barred door that opened on an iron gallery without. And he paced the distance now With the old nervous, pent-up energy that rebelled and mutinied and would not take passive. Iy to restraint, even when that re- straint, as now, was self-imposed. It had just grown dark. The win- dow shade was tightly drawn. On the table, beside the remalns of the supper that Emmanuel had brought him some little time before, a small lamp furnished a meager light, and threw the corners of the room into shadow. : He had seen no one save Eftmanuel since last night, when he had left Nicolo Capriano’s. He had not heard ‘from Nicolo Capriano. It was the sense of personal impotency, the e of personal inactivity that bim with a sort of savage. tigerish impatience now. There were many thinge to do outside in that world beyond the drawn window shade—and he could only wait! There was the pigeon-cote in Tooler's shed, for instance. All during the day the pigeon-cote had been aimost an ob- session with him. There was a chance—one chancé in perhaps a mil- lion—that for some reason or other Millman had not been able to get there. It was a gambling chance—no more, no less—with the odda. so heavily against Millman permitting anything to keep him from getting¢ his hands on a fortune in ready cash that, from a material standpoint, there was hardly any use in his, Dave Henderson, going there. But that did not remove the r present, and, as opposed to the material, the tangible sense of uncertainty possessed him. He expected to find the money gone; he would be a fool a thousand times over to expect any- thing else. But he had to satisfy himself. and_he_would—if that keen old brain of Nicolo €apriano only succeeded in devising some means of throwing the police definitely off the trail. (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) Things You’ll Like te Make. For the little tot to carry his books in make this child’s school bag. Any envelope-shaped bag will do as the foundation. or magazind cut a picture that ‘the kiddie will like. Glue or stitch it to the bag. Then shellac it with clear shellac. Tf treated in this manner it will remain in good condition fof months. If it should begin to look shabby. remove the picture with hot water ard replace with another pic- ture. This makes a child’s school bag a little different from the other: FLO (Copyright. 19 From some story book ! The following quotation will doubt- less offend many worthy peeple. I imake mno pretense of regretting this Many worthy people need to-be offended for exactly the same reason that a paralyzed pe@son needs elec- trical treatments—they need to be alvanized into actlon. " I have a feel: € that this will galvanize them, I & remark by Cabell In “Cords o Vanfty” ~ ho lowest and certalnly the most disagroeable typo of all troublesome people s that which combines an -} - maculate past with a limited uuder- standing.” 1 admit T am poorly fitted to discuss immaculate pasts. 1 haven't had one. I have never seen one. 1 never hope to see one. But I have met many people who thought they had- them, and who were v fond of boastin of them, and criticised others severcly for not having them. But these peo- ple ‘were mistaken about themselvc They had kept out of jail, tq be sur. ybut “they had also kept cut of many other humanizing contacts that are as incumbent on decent folks as pay- Ing taxes or eschewing murdcr. Their immaculateness was the immaculate- ness of sclfish segregation. Their superiority was the superiority of ignorance” and _intolerance. Their goodness was quite largely due to the fact that they had never been invited to be otherwise and often to a cow- ardly regard for their own comfort. They protected their souls from sin exactly as they protected their over- coats from moths and with the sam niggardly feeling. The one great duty incumbent upon la human beinz is (o work with the | Eang and love the gang. If you can do these things and P unspotted, the more credit to you. But you no right to hole up in =ome little cell and make faces at the ning. sweating mob. You've no rigl to judge unless you understand, you can’t unde in. and if you mighty sure your maculate. So. there you moral of which is quite didn’t _originate it—*“Judge ye be judged! pure | With Chocolate Sauce. Chocolate sauce is an excellent ad- dition to many degserts—ice cream, blanc-mange, junket, cottage pud- bread pudding and cornstarch Here are some t Sauce.—One cup of boiling water: pinch of salt; one square of chocolate: one-half @ cup of suzar. Cook all together slowly until it the consistency of maple syrup. or thicker, if desired. Just befpre serving, add one teaspoon of vamlla. This will keep indefinitely and can be reheated. Chocolate Sauce.—Heat two cups of milk and thicken h a small spoon of cornsarch rubbed smooth with a little cold milk. Stir while cooking. Grate two squares of bitter chocolate and cook to a smooth paste with four tablespoons of sugar and two of hot water. Stir into the cornstarch mix- ture, add sugar to taste. take from the fire, add the beaten yolks of two | zgs. 2 teaspoon of vaniila and, the stifiy beaten whites of . Serve either hot or cold. “hocolate Sa —Bring to the boil one ounce of chocolate. one cup of milk. sugar to taste, and a few drops ] illa. Take from the NG STAR, WASHINGTON, - i bears o D. . Farmer Brown’s Boy Under- stands at Last. BY THORNTON W: BURGESS. Mother love with danger uear Orvercumes the greatest fear, ~-0ld Motler Nature. ! { { If_over there llved an exclted boy | it was Farmer Brown's Boy after his advénture with Buster and Mother Bear and the twins in tho blueberry | vatoh on the foot of the Great Moun- ain. He had been n badly frightened | boy whert Mother Bear had charged | at him becwuse sho thought he was ®oing lo lrurt Boxer. Of course, any one would have beon frightened. - He liad been still worno frightened when | it seemed to him that Bears wero all | about him and o lad stumbled snd | al When finally he was once more on hin feet and then discovered that all| the Bears were just as badly scared | a8 he and were running away ag fast | as they could . his first thought was| one of thankfulness. He still ! shaking from his sudden fright and | he was in a hurry to get away from that berry patch lest he stumble over some more bears. He was so excited | that he completely forgot his two | ila of berrics until he was half | v home. You sco he could think | Wi ) AT MOTHER BEAR HAD CHAF 2 3 S| HT HE HIM HE 12 SHIZ THOU! WAS GOING TO HURT BO: wlout nothing but bears. Such a funny loc his face when he did r berrics. He stopped whether to go back or keep on Lo ack shadows were. already i Vurple undecided | e is_worth berries just to T at once’ sai o back for So he hurri and thinking those b He knew i good about bears and he knew that black re the most timid of here man in concerned unl or a mether bear thin are in dang: il prised Buster Bear in est more than once and ter had taken to his hee “If 1 hadn’t hee; that old bear never wo herself. he thought things over. all my own fhu T ought fo have known mals W cornered, her cub: ter. ‘And then for the first time he re- called: that the old Bear wore brown coat, and this reminded him! that early in the spring had been chased up a tree in the Green Fov hy a Brown Bear. He had never understand that. You | just contrar ned about known ecn able to she what he and from thut part that he hiad | and he of the G not seen her sinee. JIks of four eggs well-beaten simmer without hoiling until | Creamy Chocolate fauce.—Cream tablespoons butter: heat in by | degrecs ope-half cup powdered susgar. | two tablespoons of th cream and ! two of grated chocolate. Reat long and hard. Just before serving stand bowl over hot water and beat till} sauce looks creamy but is not hot! enough to melt the butter. | Potato Egg Croquettes. To four cups of finely mashed hot potatoes add two tablespoons of milk, one tablespoon of salt. a little pepper | and a pinch of red pepper. Mix wgjl il light an roll in crumbs. Fry in smoking hot fat until a golden brown and serve garnished with sprigs of parsley, i be Loosift i3 best it ow he understood all ause of those eubs’™ he evid. course! How stupid of me not to thouglt of cubs before! They ave becn 2 must have ha That is why towast should meet her without th o would run as fast as Buster, isn't) to. be feared as Jong as she has no reason to. think thos: hers are in danger. 1 ened her as badly Peanut Bread.’ of " flou powder an bowl. two of of one cup of peanut £ cup of sugar it e g bake in oven when \ Makers of Carter’s Knit | Underwear say:—Wash | baby woolens in LUX SK two tablespoonfuls of Lux into a thick lather in half a bowlful of very hot water, Add cold water - ° - until lukewarm. Dip garment'up and down, pressing suds - repeatedly through soiled spots. Do not rub. i Rinse in three lukewarm waters. Squeeze water out— do not wring. Press with a warm iron—never a hot one.’ - Shirts and stockings'may be dned on wooden forms. MADE IN U >S A { TUESDAY. OCTOBER 11, 192 (BURSZESS BEDTIME STORIES | ehance to. I belleve I'll try it. Therc | ‘g9 - || 5.936 ATTEND HARVARD. CAMBRID( i | total enrolimént of aking evious records, has FEATURE PAGE.’ The 0ld Gardener Says: 1f your young evergreens are | turning brown or rusty don't be | unnecessarily worried. Probably | tiey are infested with red spider. The one best remedy is to apply water with as much force as possible witi the hose. This easy plan is often over- looked, but if water under pres- sure is not Avallable ¥ou must resort to spraying with some one of the remedics which the seed stores offer, me. My, I would llke to see some more of those cubs, Perhaps if 1 hide near that berry patch 1'll have a| Halibut .-With Bacon. | Ttemovo the bLoves, leaving the sec- | tions of streaks unbrokeh, scatter | | over the bottom of the drippiug pan 1 thin slices of bacon, pla er them I ¥ LA ot tho measoned pleces of flal. over peinly, erinel ) Bebunie) Toy, Teached hwaiciol thin slices of hacon ot e op | with one cut fine. Add 1 ft oo tablespuon for Cac ¢ told how the berry patch seem- | I* ¥ mlnutes a5 it Aot e j sbtendy oven, well . coolked I(hrougll the fish should be moist, not ! juicy, and browned on top. & nothing to fear us long us 1 nothing foolish llke trying to catch one of those cubs.” T hen--1866-- people began using Dr. Lyon’s because they found that it kept theirteeth clean —that it made their teeth white and shining—and that it left a pleasant taste in their mouths. That was all they asked. The habit spread. Dr. Lyon’s made fine tecth fashionable. Now--1927-- people are still using Dr. Lyon’s because it cleans, whitens and beautifies. And many thousands more areusing it because 54 years of continuous use have proved that in addition it preserves teeth—fog a life- time. Dr. Lyon’s has made sound teeth for a lifetime a practicality. 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Even try the same remedy for the tiny, scarcely breathing, babe that you in all your robust womanhood would use for yourself Shame on them. Children Cry For 0—3 TER GENT. AVegetabl St similatingtheFood i tindthe Stomacks and Your Friend, the Physician. : The history of all medicines carries with it the story of battles against popular beliefs: fights against prejudice: even differences of opinion among scientists and men devoting their lives to research work; _ l.aborlng always for the betterment of mankind. This information is at the hand of all physicians. He is with you at a moment’s call be the trouble trifling or great. He is your friend, your household counselor. He is the one to whom you can always look for advice even though it might not be a case of sickness. He is not just a doctor. He is a student to his last and final call. His patients are his family and to lose one-is Jittle less than losing one of his own flesh and blood. - : Believe him when he télls you—as he will—that Fletcher’s Castoria has never harmed the littlest babe, and that it is a good thing to keep in the house. He knows. “ MOTHERS SHOULD READ THE BOOKLET THAT IS AROUND EVERY BOTTLE OF FLETCHER'S CASTORIA ceNuINE CASTORIA ALwavs Bears the Signature of - At (ma nths old Dosrs 40(,};2