Evening Star Newspaper, November 1, 1921, Page 35

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Equally good when baked in small pan and served separate! 7 . Send for booklst of recipes 2 famous chefs of leading hot THE WILLIAM G. BELL CO., Boston, Mass.,U. ‘Wholesale Agent: Charies H. Knott, 1787 Willard st. n.w,, Washington. . MAVIS Poudre Creme (Cream Pace Powder) will ou that exquisite ‘Irresistible! it adheres longer ‘x haveever: L TOILITRIES Hfi'uflnt wed, Johnny Chuok Gets Almost Too Fat to Move. BY THORNTON W. quncnu. Whe premonition’s warning heeds WIIL be prepared for what succesds. —Old Mother Nature. Peter Rabbit coudn’t get over what Johnny" Chuck had told him. You kpow, Johnny had sald that they were to have a long, cold hard win- ter. For once Peter kept his tongue still. -He didn’'t gossip. He didn't tell ‘any one what Johnny had sald. For one thing he was fond of Johnny, and he didn’t want Johnny to be laughed at, as he was sure Johnny would be if it should get about ever the Green Meadows that he pretended to know what kind ef a winter was to come while it was yet a long way oft. 7 But Peter spent a great deal of time near Johnny Chuck’s house and visited with him_every day. It wad quite clear to Peter that Johnny belleved what he had said and was making ready accordingly. It didn't take long to get his house deep enough for his liking, and then Johnny Chuck devoted himself to eating. Polly Chuck did the same thing. It seemed to Peter that they spent almost every waking minute eating. Of course, Peter understood this. He knew that they were getting fat in preparation for the winter. He had seen them do it before. He knew W e e Ny I 3"\:': ’ it ae =2 AN Hlaey “JF YOU DON'T LOOK OUT, YOU'LL BURST, JOHNNY CHUCK * SAID HE. that this was their way of laying up food. They stored it away under their skins instead of in storcnouses, as the Squirrels did. It seemed to Peter a very handy way of doing. He had tried it once himself but hadn't succeeded. But never since Peterhad known him had Johnny Chuck been as fat as he now was. Still he kept on eating, eating, eating. It was fortunate for Johnny that he didn’t have to go far from his door- step to find food, for he was getting fat he could hardly waddi2. As|g, for running, that was out of the question. His skin looked as if it was stuffed so tight that if he drew a long breath it would burs His cheeks were puffed out so’ that his head looked twice as big as it used to be. He panted for breath when he ricved. But he kept right on eating. Yes, sir, he kept right on oating. At last Peter ventured to speak of look ouf u’'ll burst,’ Johnny Chuck,’” said he. “I've watched you fatten up before going to bed for the winter, but you never were nearly as fat'as you are now. “We haven't had as hard a winter as we are going to have this year,” panted Jumnv,fibflck. T'm getting ready for it.” * ~ \ “By getting fat?” asked Peter. Johnny nodded his heal “Yes,” said he, “by getting fat. It I am fat enough it won't: matter to me how long or how cold or how hard the winter 1s. But it would be dreadful to be chilled to death in the middle of winter because I hadn't fat enougn to keep me warm, or to wake up and find a late spring and that I hadn't fat enough to carry me throush. 1'm taking no chances. I tell you the wiuter is going tosbe long and hard. I know. Now, doa't talk to ms, or rather don't expect me to talk to you. I must eat and get;fat.” With this Johnny Chuck turned his back on Peter and went right on eat- ing. Polly Chuck, hdn’t even stopped to talk. Peter ook his head and gave it up. This Was too much sor him. He knew Johnny Chuck souldn't possibly know what kind of a winter was.coming, yet Johnny Chuck said he did know, and it was quite clear that he believed he did. Peter went off by himself and foolishly tried to have feelings, but tite only feeling he had was one of curlosity, and he wi oon on his way back to watch Jchnny Chuck eat. (Copyright, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELSIE ROBINSON Bert Woods is making the welkin ring to the sound of his discontent. In other words, Bert {s sore, mighty sore, and he wants the world to know it. An’ it's all because of Cutle. Cutie’s real name is Ay ‘and she's ‘wife, Before he married her girl with a pug nose, nd a day laborer’s appetite under her chiffon blouse. But as soon as Bert bought the dia- he shvistened her Cutle, t chime of the wedding § ul te talk. He just i etums cuddling: in 'bed in the ng and nibbling her itty bitty- vreakfast while Big Manums < went out to fight the world—_sp he didl 8¢ Cutie cud- dled in bed while Big Manums went out to fight. Naturally. And then, of course, Sweetums couldn’t hurt her pinky ~ hany-pans with nasty dish ter—ino indeedy. Big Manums got ppy hoy for that, Also Sweetums ceuldn’t bovver to get te places on ufla Big ums wouldn't mind waiting for her, weuld he? 5‘“ daddy to spoil his itty girll And & Manums wouldn’t mind if Sweet- ::x overdrew her bank account—or de up little fib stories about things —qr_hought $50 hats instead ef the $14 ones he could afford, or—— No, Big Manums didn't mind. That is, didp’t mind for the first six mon d -then he pegan te mind T ey, S S <o e ac e & hym: eing ?” he roar "ngldld l‘lt‘thlnk he Y e n&attnue lnck:;r' hézeupon Culte first wept, and then her teeth and —urltL# [ - t- ou;hlpl ‘wished 't 8xpect your it treat her like Such a|Mm FEATURE PAGE, FROM N BY FRANK L. PACKARD. Every Cup of Tetley’s Orange Pekoe Tea is a cup of fragrant refreshment. Always you'll find the same delicate, flowery aroma, a taste that awakens the appetite, a glow that steals awey fatigue. Tetley’s Orange Pekoe is How It Started. ! Calling Them “Postmen.” ’ Today the express train and the aervplane help to dellver our mail. In the big citles, until recently, it was by means of pneumatic tubes | that letters were whisked from one | district to another, there to be deliv- ered by the man we call the postman. We may logically call him the let- ter carrler, but why postman? Indeed, it 1s from the methods of delivering the mall of hundreds of years ago that our postal system, Dost office and, last but not least, the postman were named for us. " 7 ip Among the early Romans the only What do you mean?” he whispered. | known means of transmitting a mes- ou know what I mean!” Davelsage was by courier. Routes were fi,’.."""“fl answered levelly. “Take|mapped out for the runners, and the Copyright, 1981, by Publio Ledger Oo. Copyright, 1981, by B, E. Davis Jorp. (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) |}GIVF on the end of the desk. Take Again and again Bookie Sknrvlnfsi b, Screamed Bookle Skar-|tongue licked at his lips. “You're dead! Go awa: back to hell where you belong!” His hands clawed out in front of him. ‘Do you hear? You're dead—dead! Go away! Ci v — | un lace th ute where the rela Swayiy! Curse you, damn You—g0| iy Goar screamed Bookls Skar-|of one runner by another was effectod the result of over 100 years of Dave Henderson spoke through "“.T"',ujmn’l"y God—no! Not that!"|was marked by a post! Hence tne tea-blending experience. 300 cups to a pound! You're getting what 1 swore I'd never give you—a chance. Either you or I are going out. Take that revolver, and for the first time in your life ‘try and be a man; or else I'll fix you, and I'll fix it 8o that you won't move from here until your friend the Scorplon gets his chance at you for ‘the pleasant little surprise you had arranged for him with vour telephone trick, or until the police carry you out with a through ticket to the electric chalr for what looks like murder over there on the floor. You understand—FBookle? I'll make you fight, you cur! It's the only chance you've got for your life- Now —take jt!” Ny Bookie Skarvan wrung his hands together, A queer_orooning sound came from his lips, He was trembling violantly. “There aren't very many of those ten minutes left, Bookle,* said Dxve Henderson coldly. “But if you got in a lucky shot--Bookie—you'd still have time to get away from here. And there's the money there, too—you could take that with you.” The man seemed 'mear collapse. Great beads from his forehead ran down and over the sagging jowls. He moaned a little, and stared at the re- volver that lay upon the desk, and reached out his hand toward the weapon, and .drew his hand back again. He looked again at Dave Hen- derson, and at the muzsle of the re- volver that covered him. He seemed to read something {rrevocable and remorseless in both. _Slowly, his mouth working, his face muscles twitching, he reached agaln to the desk, and pulled the revoiver to him; and then, his arm falling nerve-: sly, he held the weapon danglin at his side. o eing (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) closed teeth: “You ought to be satisfled then— Bookle. You've wanted me dead for quite a while—for five years, n't you?” There was no answer. Dave Henderson's eyes automati- cally swept around the now lighted room. Yes, that was Dago George there on the floor near the bed, lying on the side of his face, with a hideous gash across his head. The man was dead, of course; he couldn't be any- thing else. But anyway Dago George ‘was as something apart, an extrane- ous thing. There was only one thing in the world, one thing that held mind and soul and body in a thrall of wild. seething, remorseless passion—that maudlin, groveling thing there, whose clawing hands had found the end of the desk. and who hung there with curious limpness, as though, be- cause the knees sagged, the welght of his body was supported by hls arms alone—that thing whose lips, evi- dently trying to form words, jerked up and down like flaps of flesh from which all nerve control had gone. “Maybe you dldn't know that I knew it was you who were back of that attempt to murder me that night—five years ago.” Dnave Hender- son thrust the flashlight into his ocket and took a atep forward. “Well, you know it now! A Sweat bead trickled down the t, working face—and lost {tself in “postman.” (Copyright, 1921.) _——— Evening hats enhance their charm with metallic laces in gold and sil- ver. N Honest to God, Dave!" he whined. “It was Baldy.” “Don't lie! I know!" There was a cold deadliness in Dave Henderson's tones. “Stand away from the desk & little, so that I <an get a look at that telephone on the floor! I don't want any witness to what's going to happen here, and a telephone with the receiver off- - “My God out wildly. do "A PERFECT COCOA . ~for the children t00” ~ SIR THOMAS J. LIPTON Bookle Skarvan cried “What are you going to Things You’ll Love ’ to Make. | “Yes, T guess it's out of commis- sion.” Dave Henderson's voice seemed utterly detached; he seemed utterly to ignore the other for a mo- ment, as he looked at the broken in- strument. Bookie Skarvan, in an access of fear, mopped at his wet face, and his Wool Ornamented Hamdle END the children off to - cocoa with that delightful choco- 1i K % ; o S e Fted St fiins school these brisk morn- late flavor. Ask yous grocer tic glances in all directions around ings with: a steaming nutri- T°PA or a package of Lipton’s the room. Instant Cocoa; if he hasn't it in “Dave, do you hear!” Bookie Skar- van's voice rose thin and squealing “Why don’t you answer? Do you hear! What—what are you going to “It's queer, kind of queer, to find you here, Bookle,” sald Dave Hen- derson evenly. guess there's a God—Eookie. How did you get here —from San Francigco?” Bookle Skarvan licked at his dry lips, and cowered back from the re- volver that was suddenly outflung in Dave Henderson's hand. “I—I followed the girl. I thought you'd opened up to the old man, and he'd bumped you off with that bomb to get the stuff for himself. I was sure of it when he died, and she beat it for here.” / “And tonight?’ Dave Henderson's voice was rasping now. <L got the room opposite hers. Bookie Skarvan gulped heavily; eyes were fixed, staring no: stock, send us his name. Also write us for our new free booklet giving 30 delicious cocoa recipes. tracts the utmost food value from Address Thomas J. Lipton, Inc., the cocoa bean, and produces a Hoboken, N. J. Look for the signature of Sir Thomas J. Lipton on every package of cocoa you buy— thus L T Corree e Cocon Pnter Gerion - Lo T Spabupelwingond _INSTANT IPTON'S cOCOA cious cup of Lipton’s Instant Cocoa. The new LIPTON process ex- The time is at_hand when one be- gins to think of making Christmas This wool-ornamented, handl. a~nice little ‘Temembranoe. Use an ordinary_wooden handle as the foundation. With a long needle wind wool, silk or raffia_around the handle, in' and’out of the holes at the ends. Fasten the end of the worsted or other material used to a few of the strands on the inside. N With differently colored _strands, weave over and ynder to form a sim- ple decoratiye unit. If you are clever you might weave the initiais of the receiver into the design. Wind some though fascinated by the revolver |wool, silk or rafia around the wires muzzle. “She came downstairs. 1fol-[at the ends. A wool-ornamented lowed her, but I don't know where|handle is simple to make and yet is - she went to. I saw the package go|such a useful liftle gift. FLORA. into the safe. I could see through the (Copyright, 1921 fanlight over the door. I saw him"— s Bookie Skarvan’s hand jerked out to- Veal Fricassee. Mechanically, Dave Henderson's{ Cut into pleces two pounds of veal eyes followed the gesture—and nar-|from the loin. Cook slowly in boiling rowed for an instant in a puzzled,| water to cover, add one small onfon, | startled way. Had that dead man |two stalks of celery and six slices of ved? The body scemed |CArrot: remove the meat, season with rer to the head of the|salt and pepper, dredge with flour Fancy! Imagination! He(and brown in butter. 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Strengthen the Nerves and Invigorate the Body—Easy and Economical to Take—Results Quick. * “You had a man in here with you at work on that safe, a man you Tn at once put some firm, healthy, “stay-there” flesh on your bones, increase energy and nerve force and cl skin lexion, simpl; taking two of Mastin's Yeast VITAMON Tablets with each meal snd watch results cieac you kin and eoanplesion, Suply ey, : p Mastin's VITAMON Tablets contain highly con- called Maggot, and you sent him, with that dirty brand of trickery of yours, to bring back some one you called Cunny the Scorplon, with the idea that instead of finding you and the money here—they would find the po- lice.”” There was a twisted, merci- centrated yeast-vitamines as well as the two other important vitamines (Fat Soluble A and Water Soluble C), all of which are regarded as absolutely necessary for perfect health, vigor and proper physical develop- - ment. By a special process of concentration a proper dose of all of the three known vitamines is contained in an active state in Mastin's VEE4MON Tablets. ... Mastin’s VITAMON Tablets by mixing with your food help it to digest and provide the health-giving, strength-building nourishment that your body must have to make firm tissue, strong nerves, rich blood, clear ekin and a keen, active brain. They will not upset the stomach or cause Nm“, but, on the contrary, are a great aid in ving indiges- ward the huddled form on the floor— “I_saw him put it there.” less smile on Dave Henderson's lips. “Where did you get into touch with your friends?” Bookle Skarvan's eyes were roving agaln, seeking some avenue of escape, it seemed. Dave Henderson laughed shortly, unpleasantly, as he watched the other. There was only the door and the window. But he, Dave Hen- derson, blocked the way to the door; and the window, as he knew through the not-too-cursory examination he had made of it when he had come down the fire escape with the valises, was equally impassable. It had been in his mind then that perhaps he, him- self, might gain entrance to Dago George's room through the window— only the old-fashioned iron shutters, carefully closed and fastened, had barred the way. “Well?” He flung the word sharply at Bookle Skarvan. “I — Baldy knew the Scorpion.” Bookle Skarvan's fingers wriggled ba- tween his collar and his fat neck. “Baldy gave me a letter to him, and the Scorpion put one over on—on that fellow on the floor, and got me a room here upstairs. And when I saw>the money going Into the safe I beat it for the Scorpion, and got him to give me a bo: orker, so he got Mag- got for me, and— “You hadn’t the nerve, of ecourse, when you saw Dago George putting the money in the safe, to tackle the fob alone before the safe was locked!” There was grim, contemptuous Irony '-i"llf“' chronie constipation. e n ve Henderson's voice. “You're + ' you are thin, sunken hollow chested, the 1d Bookie, aren’t you—yel- 2 ; & 3 g et low 'as the sulphur pit of hali™ His ¢ . i rundown and underweight you find this simple face hardened, ‘Ten minutes, you i test well worth ;trying: First ¥ yourself and said it would take them to get back, It’'s net very long, Bookie. And say two or three minutes longer, or per- haps a little mors, for the police, allowing for the time it would take central to wet her breath after that nerve-racking cry for help you sent her. Or maybe the police would éven get here first—depending en how far away the station is, I'm a stranger here, and I don’t knew. In that case, there wouldn’t be evéh ten minutes— and part of that is gohe now. There isn't much time, Bookle. But there's time enough for you #nd me to settle our Mttle account. J *sed to think of what T'd do to you wien I got out on the other side of those iron bars. I measure yourself., Next take Mastin's VITAMON— two tablets with each meal. Then #reigh and ‘measure yourself again each week and continpe taking Mastin’s VITAMON regularly until you are gatisfiad with your gain in weight and energy, Mastin's VITAMON Tablets are easy and economital to take—they are in no way distesteful—they will not upset the stomach and they also keep indefinitely, Bo remarkable are the benefits from these highly concentrated tablets thas entire satisfaction is absolutely guaranteed or the amal! amount you pay for the trial will be promptly refunded. You can get Mastin’s VITAMON Tablets at all good used to think Qf it when I couldn’t sleep at night in my cell. I kept If You Want That Firm Flesh “Pep” and Stamina Which Make Warriors of the | druggists. e thinking of it for five years, Bookie — Gridiron—Just Try Taking Two of Mastin’s VITAMON Tablets With Every Meal for a s and here we are 'tonight last, the you and me, Bookie. I rd Runty Mott explain the nt you had put up to murder | Short Time and Watch the Truly g Results. oyerh ale e, S0 there’s no use of you lying, Z ther s no ase of Jowistaring thato Be Sure to Remember the Name - e N \ Y ne ng yo aven’ 0 ime i N P yhua better clean houss, — Mastin’s VITAMON — the Are Positively Guaranteed teo Bookle, for there isn’t room enough-in this world for the two of us—one of Original and. Genuine Yeast- .- r* Put on Firm Flesh, Clear the u-n';::i‘fi: %‘?}inz o had, crouched :nu;l;imfl'r!b!et-i Th.;. is iki“ "““;l“t;"‘::“ o W e cringed now, ane arm upralsed a8 othing Else Like it, so do not S mr‘""“ “"h"'" ‘ i i= AST ° though fo ward on LD Accept !rnlgltlom or Substi oS V\I‘TEAWNE Money Blck. The words aame thick and miserably. tutes. 3 GENUINE ATAMIN Thelr repetition seemed all that his . tongue was capable of. “What—what — nrgxy::n"oln‘ to do?”’ f . t é LA t murder youl” Dave Hen- ° face had grown set and col- colorless as_his tons, “T Svish to God T couldl It's comiig to you! But I can't! There’ STINS itisnt VITAMO!