Evening Star Newspaper, June 16, 1922, Page 34

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M some of her fricacs 0 get L Dlie says her usughter s ‘éntiiely out of her control She i fre: ting the Cataret Rouge, both in New York which has u vers bad rep her had hoped she would rry Signor Franconi, young Itallan uci- 1, who has perfected ‘the telephote. by hich’ - photographs could be transmitted by wrie or wircless. But the mother is afraid orin’s intimacy with her prese will make tie marriage impossible. Rittenhouse Smith, is one of them. er Brown ls on Mond. and & woman, Bernice Be Kennedy me fro and her or Rhbineland. Rex Du ey, chap- at the Cabaret Rouge where he i gloomily watching Gior: ancin 11 ‘Rang' VERYONE seems to become easily acquainted with every one else here re- marked Craig, bending over the rail. “] suppose one cannot dance with- out partners,” returned Franconl absently, We continued to watch the danc- ers. fellows, merely by their looks, to see that most of them were essential replicas of one type. Certainly most of them cial gansters, without without visible means of without character or credit, but not without a certain vicious kind of ambition. They seemed to have an unlim- ited capacity for dancing, freak fowds, joy rides and clothes. Clothes were o them what a jimmy is to a burglar. Their English coats were tight that one wondered how they bent and swayed without Lursting. Smart clothes and smart manners such as they affected were very fascinating to some women. Who are they all, do you sup- pose™ 1 queried i 1 sorts nd conditlons, turned Kennedy. “Wall strect fo lows whose pockethooks have becn inned by dull times on the ¢x- change; actors out of engagements, law clerks, some of them even col- lege students. They seem ‘to be a new class. 1 don't think of any other way they could pick up a liv- ing more ea than by this polite parasitism. None of them have any noney. They don't get anything from the owner of the cabaret, course. except perhaps the right to sign_checks for a limited amount the hope that they may attract new business. It's grafting, pure and simple. The women are their dupes: they pay the bills—and even now and then something for ‘ur.l\:ile lessons' in dancing in a ‘studio.’” Franconi was dividing his atten- tion between what Kennedy was saying and watching Gloria and her partner, who seemed to be a leader of the type I have just described, tall and spare as must be the suc- cessful dancing men of today. “There's a fellow named Du Mond,” he put in. “Who is he?’ asked Craig, as though we had never heard of him. “Ta borrow one of vour Ameri- canisms,” returned Franconmi, I think he's the man who puts the ‘tang’ in tango. From what 1 heal though, 1 think he borrows the ‘foX’ scruples, support, from fox-trot and plucks the feuth-| smiled, but immediately sted in a tall bloml gl who had been talking to Du Mond just before the dancing be- n. 1 noticed that she was not dancing, but stood in the back- ground most of the time giving a subtle look of appraisal to the men who sat at tables and the girls who also sat alone. Now and then she would move from one table to an- other with that easy, graceful glide which showed she had been a dancer from girlhood. Always after such an excursion we saw other oouples who had been watching in lonely wistfulness, now made happy by a chance to join the throng. “Who is that woman?" I asked. “I believe her name is Bernice Bentley,” replied Franconi. they call her the official 2 sort of introducer. That's [ as.ou why, as you observed, there i3 no lack of friendliness and partners. She Just arranges intro- ductions. tactfully, of course, for shes experienced.” 1 regarded her with astonishment. I had never dreamed that such a thing was possible, even in cosmo- politan New York. What could these women be thinking of? Some of them looked more than capeble of taking care of themselves, but there must be many, like Gloria, who were not. What did they know of the men, except their clothes and steps? “Soft shoe workers, tango touts” muttered Kennedy under his breath. As we watoched we saw a Slender, rather refined-looking girl come in and sit quietly at a tdble in the rear. 1 wondered what the official intro. ducer would do about her, and walted. Sure enough, it was not long before Miss Bentley appeared with one of the dancing men in tow. To my surprise the “hostess’ was coldly turned down. What it was that hap- pened I did not know, but it was evident that a change had taken place. Unobtrusively Bernice Bentley seemed to catch the roving eye of Du Mond while he was dancing and direct it toward the little table. I gaw his face flush suddenly and a moment later he managed to work Gloria about to the opposite side of the dancing floor and, though the music had not stopped, on some pre- text or other to join the party in the corner again. Gloria did not want to stop dancing, but it seemed as if Du Mond exercised some sort of influence over her, for she did just as he wished. Was she really afraid of him? Who was the little woman who had been like a skeleton at a feast. Almost before we knew It it seemed that the little party had tired of the Cabaret Rouge. Of course, we Could hear nothing, but it seemed as if Du Mond were proposing something and had carried his point. At any rate the waiter was sent on & mysterious ex- cursion and the party made as though they were preparing to leave. Little had been sald by either Fran- coni or ourselves, but it was by a sort of instinct that we, too, paid our check and moved down to the coat- room ahead of them. In an angle we waited, until Gloria and her party appeared. Du Mond was not with them. We looked. out of the door. Before the cabaret stood a smart hired limousine which was evidently Gloria’s. She would not have dared use her own motor on such an excur- sion. They drove off without seeing us and a moment later Du Mond and Bernice Bentley appeared. “Thank you for the tip,” I heard him whisper. *“I thought the best thing_was to get them away without me. I'll catch them in a taxi late: You're off at 7? Ritter will call for you? Then we'll walt and all go out together. It's safer out there.” Just what it all meant I could not say, but it interested me to know that young Ritter Smith and Bernice Bent- ley seemed on such good terms. Evi- dently the gay party were transfer- ring the scene of their gayety to the country place of the Cabaret Rouge. But why? We parted at the door with Fran- coni, who repeated his invitation to visit his shop down at the beach, I started to follow Franconi out, but Kennedy drew me back. “Why did you suppose I let th §0?" Re explained under his breath, as we re- tregted to the angle again. “I wanted to watch that little woman who came in alone.” ‘We had not long to walit. Scarcely bhad Du Mond dissppeared When she Kennedy became inte I knew enough of these Young. suld have qualified as so-! of | She's | eries. in three installments. 1 +os000000l | came out and stood in the entrance :hlle a boy summoned & taxicab for er. Kennedy improved the opportunity by calling another for us and by the time she was ready to drive off we were able to follow her. She drove to the Prince Henry Hotel, where she dismissed the machine and entered. We did the same. By the way,” asked Kennedy cas- ually, sauntering up to the desk af- ter she had stopped to get her keys and a letter, “can you tell me who that woman was?" The clerk ran his finger down the names on the registes At last he paused and turned the book around > us. His fingers indic X Katherine Du Mond. Chicago Kennedy and 1 looked at each other in amazement. Du Mond was married and his wife was in town. She had not made a_scene. She had merely { watched. at could have bee { more evident than that she was seek- lh\z evie nd such evidenc ould only have been for a_court of law in a divorce suit? The possibilities which the ation opened up for Gloria seemed frightful. We left the hotel and Kennedy hur- ried down Broadway, turning off at the office of a young detective, Chase, whom he used often on matters of pure routine for which he had no he instructed, when we were seated in the office, “You recall { that advertisement of the lost nec! {lace in the Star by La Rue & Com- ery one resumed Kennedy. “I want you to search the pawnshops, particulirly those of the Tenderloin. ifor any trace you can find of it. Let me know, if it ix only a rumor.” There was nothing more that we could do night, though Ken- 1nedy found out over the telephone, by ta rus as he suspected, the of the Cabaret Rouxe bjective of the gay party h owe had seen. The next day was that of the hunt and we motored out to the North Shore Hunt Club. It was a splendid day and the ride was just enough to put an edge on the meet that was to follow. We pulled up at last before the rambling colonial bullding which the | Hunt Club boasted as its home. Mrs. I Brackett was waiting for us already with horses from the Bracke stables. “I'm so glad you came, us aside. oria is here—under pro- test. That young man over there jtalking to her is Ritter Smith. ‘Rhine’ I Brown, as the 11 him, was about a moment ago—or, ves, there he is, com- ing over on that chestnut mare to talk to them. I wanted you to see them here. After the hunt. if you care to, I think you might go over to the Cabaret Rouge out here. You| might find out something.” { She was evidently quite proud of her handsome daughter, and t ny- thing should come up to smirch her name cut her deep! The Hunt Club w ganization, even she greeted s a swagger or- in these degenerate days when farmers will tolerate {broken fences and trampled crops, and when democratic ideas interfere sadly wtih the follies of the rich. in a cap with a big peak, a scarlet hunt- ing coat and white breeches with top boots, Brackett himself made a strik- ing figure of M. F. H. There were thirty or forty in the field, the men in silk hats. For the | fmost part one could not see that the | men treated Gloria much differently. | But it was evident that the women jdid. In fact, the coldness even .,(,l {tended to her mother, who would | literally have been frozen out if it had not Leen for her quasi-official position. puld see now that it was also a fight for Mrs. Brackett's soclal life. As we watched Gloria we could see that Franconi was hovering around unsuccessfully trylng to get an op- portunity to say a word to her alone. Just before we were off a telegram came to her, which she read and hastily stuffed Into a pocket of her riding habit. But that was all that happencd and 1 fell to studying the various types of human nature, from the beginner who rode very hard and very badlvy and made himself generally odious .0 the M. F. H. to the old seasoned aunter o talked of the old days a foxes and how he used to know all the short cuts to the covert It was a keen, crisp Already a man had been over the field puilink along the ground a little bag of aniseed, and pow the hunt was about to_start. ses down, sterns feathering zig- zag over the groun sniffing earth and leaves and grass, the hounds were brought up. One seemed to 7ot a good Whiff of the trall and lifted his head with a half yelp, half ‘vhine, high-pitched, frenzied, never- to-be-forgotten, Others joined in the muslc. “Gone away!” sounded a huntsman as if there were a real fox. We were off after them. Drag hounds, however, for the most part run mute and very fast, so that that picturesque feature was _missing. But the light soil and rail fences of Long Island were ideal for drag hunting. Nor was it so easy as it seemed to follow. Also there was the spice of danger, risk to the hunt- lers, the horses and the dogs. We went for four or five miles. Then there was a check for the stragglers to come up. Some had fresh mounts, and all of us were glad of the breathing space while the M. F. H. “held” the hounds. While we waited we saw that Mrs. Brackett was riding about quickly, as if something were on her mind. A moment later she Stopped to speak to her husband, then galloped over to us. | Lemon Sherbet. } Boil together for ten minutes three | pints of water and one and one-half pints of sugar. Chip the rind from four lemons and boil a few minutes with it. Remove from the fire and add to it one tablespoonful of melted gelatin and the juice of five lemons. Cool and freeze. ‘This may be served alone or as a foundation for other ices. Chocolate Whipped Cream Pudding Heat a quart of milk with four level tablespoonfuls of grated chocolate, Add_three level tablespoonfuls of cornstarch _dissolved in & little cold milk, @ _pinch of salt and sugar to taste. When cooked thick flavor with vanilla and when sufficiently cool pour into a glass dish. Serve very cold with whipped cream piled on top. i Concluded in tomorrow’s Star. Resinol does trouble Atall druggists RESINOL - Secthing I o LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELSIE ROBINSON. I've had the most wonderful time. In my day I've seen, many times, riots and hallelujahs, pompous receptions and prideful perades, crowned heads and a lot that oughtta been crowned. But of all the times this was the timiest— There was Pete, who is going on eighteen, and lelen, who has just turned seventeen, and Hen, her little brother, who is red-headed and fifteen plus a grin. Also Yips. He's the dog. Yellow dog, game in one leg, blind In one eye, with the soul of a Charlle Chaplin.” And—the woods— the Sierra woods in spring. Whisper- ing, calling- a 0 _we went, Pete, ps and 1. We went in Pete's bug is two fleas wide by one caterpil- lar long. It rattles. Tt wheezes. It progresses by biting its tall. But it gets there. We sat in it and on It and around it. We xpilled over the edges like the goo in a blackberry pie. But somehow we all managed to cram in, and off we went. So we came to the woods, the three young things, and blind old Yips and 1. We came to the woods and the light danced in the trees. It danced in the trees while the thread of a gold-shot brook raced beside. They clung and leaped, tip-toed and slept. that little brown brook and the light, and waked to dip through a rainbow. Over the old gray trunks something flickered and hung—something more than the film of the opening leaves, something more than the call of the mating birds, something more than the scent of wild white violets. Mist of rose and gray. scent of dew-sweet earth. fiicker and flutter and flute and trill, gurgle and whisper and tinkle and hush—spring! Then we all went wading. And while we waded we roasted teacher and chores on Saturday and the way some folks rob you when they sell you gas, and life in 1922 in general. And we found a turtle and poked a gopher snake and sicked Yips after a rabbit— and giggled. Next we had lunch. The boys had bought the lunch. 1 give it verbatim ad nauseam. It consisted of vanilla o dill pic cheese wafer ckles, marshmallows, olive chocolate cookles, ginger cookies, cocoanut cookies, soda pop, dill pickles, gum. It was a marvelou: lunch. It was alnost more than 1 could bear All afternoon we played. The squir- rels interrupted and a few bees retali- ated. * * * The woods grew still. Low in the west a pool of scarlet zlowed and spread between the ranks of trees, then ebbed away. Within the net of leaves one star was caught— So we went home, singing “Smile: (Copyright, 1922.) A Tasty Dish. Clean and soak over night and cut into small pieces enough calves' feet to make three pints of jelly by stesing until well done. When cold, take off the fut and remove the Jelly from the sedi- ment: then put the felly into a sauce- pan with one pound of granulated sugar, half a cunfull of stick cinnamon, broken fine, and the white of an egg well beaten Add three tablespoonfuls of vinegar and boll all together for ten minutes. Set off the fire, and when the mixture is cool strain it. Serve with cream and sugar. G STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., FRIDAY, JUNE i 7 16, 1922 The Wife Who Wouldn’t Settle By Lucille “Tell Your Husband Everything.” HE living room of the Pumpkin Shell was long and narrow. The beautitul old mahogany that its mistress had inherited from her grandparents gave it dignity. Gay chintzes that she had pillaged from bargain counters gave it charm, and the tall jars of lilac boughs gave it sweetness. But to Merriam Lindsay on a cer- tain spring evening it seemed as bleak and barren as a courtroom. John Lindsay, big and blond, had carried her to the sofa under a rose- shaded light. ‘With perfunctory courtesy he had arranged & pillow under her bandaged ankle. But when he seated himself opposite her in her great-granddaddy's tall-backed Wind- sor chair and folded his arms Mer- riam felt like the most hardened of culprits about to be cross-examined for a heinous offense. She nervously tucked the pins into her bronze curls. She wet her lips. She shivered. Well, he began with much hesitation, “if—if you wouldn't look quite so con-condemnatory.” Her delightful .stutter as she ploughed through the longest word she could muster did not rouse so much as a ghost of a smile on John's rigid countenance. “Why, then I could tell you just exactly how it happened. You see I did all the mending. The livelong day I—I—m-mended. Johnsy, 1 don't suppose you Ccan even guess how T loathe that mending.” “Merriam, are you stalling for time, or have you a real explanation to ever so real,” she hastened to assure him. “Only, you not being a woman and you not being me, it may seem just the least, teensy, weensy bit hard for you to understand at fArst. Honestly, it was the mending that did it. Mending puts me in such a vile humor. Makes me feel 80 mangy and no ‘count and poverty stricken. “Need we pause to harp upon the tate of my finances” dear! I wasn't harping on anything I rather hate harps any- how, they're g0 sentimental and mid- Victorian and unjazzy and—" 8he zulped miserably as she watched him. just meant that even if we were multimillionaires and I had a button I'd get that same feeling. 13 s o-something or other. And from that I got to thinking about how If my ankle wasn't broken I'd top mending. and then 1 thought whout how 1 couldn’t dance for ever so long and how you seemed to like my not being able to dance, and that made me think about the last time [ did. when you got so cross with me, and Richard got Ro cross. She put her hand over her mouth just a second too late. l l ! i I | right has he to be cro: xactly what 1 sal Her in- Aignation did not impress him. io on,” he prompted, “that is, go wn, if this has any remote connection with the fact that this chap Slocum had the impertinence to shove his v into my house today. 1 wculd go on, Johnsy,” her pa- tient sweetness was comle, “if vou just wouldn't keep interrupting me. He did not shove his way in here. T happened to think about him, quite iccidentally, and that reminded me 7 the fact that he had rented Leila raham’s apartment, while Leila was \bropd, and that made me remember | that T had loaned Leila my crutches ast year, when she was in some imateur theatricals. You know those old crutches I had years ago. when this foot was sprained. So I tele- phoned Rich to have him ask his man to tie them up so's Nan could sick them up for me tomorrow, when she went to town, and, lo and be- 1w0ld—' Travers' Supreme Value-Giving SALE Selection from this season’s production of $8.00 models in Women'’s Low Shoes with low or high heels of French Louis, Spanish Louis, Military and Collegiate style. In black satin, patent leather, black kid, pat- ent and suede combinations; also white kid sport models and all-white kid. Offered for " Quick Clearance at This Price Down! A Sequel to “Brides Will Be Brides” Van Slyke. “That ‘lo and behold’ line,” he inter- Tupted drily, “belongs in_the sort of falry tales that you tell the children® Her brown eyes flashed. “How dare you sit there and pretend you think I'm making this up! When I'm explaining every little teens weensy thing exactly as it happened Oh! Oh! Oh!" she dabbed her micro- scopic hanky at her burning checks, “if 1 could talk to that p-person that said “tell your husband everything'—I'd jolly well let him know that he's wrong! For telling you makes me feel uglier and crosser and beastlier every minute I'm telling. “You mean,” John had mot yet un- folded his arms, “you are beginning to have a sense of guilt “How could 1 have a sense of guilt n I've not done anythiug wrong’ Not done anything wrong: Great Scott!” John sprang up. his patience completely exhausted. “What do you call wrong? If you can't see that it was wrong for you to telephone this man shriek ‘Th-this ‘Richard got cross Wll!‘! you! “‘hall “P-please d-don't m-man,’ " wept she. If you mean Rich, ARy B e He jammed his hands in his pockets. paced the floor. ’ ‘A nice position you've forced me into! How can I go to forbid him my house when on your own admission he was in- vited here? i Exactly what 1 was trying to snow you,” she triumphed. I told you in the first place how dreadfully silly it would be. So now that we're quite agreed about everything,” she patted the sofa beside her, “sit down and say youre sorry and I'll forgive you.” i ‘ou'll forgive me?” he gasped. ‘“‘Mer- riam, how can you be so_ridiculous Get this. Get it straight. This time 1 shall say nothing more. But the next time that man puts his foot in my house I shall—" . “You shall say ‘Howdy do’ John please don't be such a jealous goose: You wouldn't be if you'd read a book called ‘Your Unconsclous Self and How to Kid it Along."" i Merriam ! Stop that nonsense! t's not nonsense. It's very high- ndeed. Maybe I haven't the name but it was some- it was on the 1 was trying brow, of the book just right, thing like that. Anyway doctor's table that nigh to brace myself up before he came in to set my ankle, and 1 read it, and it £aid you mustn't ever acknowledge that you Were jealous of anybody, because it was a tacit admission on your part that vou felt inferior to the person of whom you W'!'\'x‘e%e;km“ admit my inferority to Stocum ! John fairly roared at her. Tle stepped one step too close. She reached out her hand and caught his. She did a heavenly m§n‘i )::‘ech’;er!km hand contritely against h E B ey, she said. in a choked voice. ' op hurting_me by saying yf)‘u":‘m’.'&" Inwpnmed to hurt you? Oh, Johnsy, can’t you remember at all that 1 love you.” (Continued in tomorrow’s Star.) (Coprright, 1922.) —_— Chocolate Moss. Melt two squares of chocolate in a dish placed over boiling water. Sweeten and flavor to taste one quart of rich cream and whip until it is stifr. Carefully mix the melted chocolate with the whipped cream and freeze without stirring. ~When wanted, wet a cloth in hot water and wrap it around the pail of the freezer luntil the cream slides out. Serve in generous slic Smothered Chicken. Cut up a chicken the ssme as for fricassee and wash and let it stand in cold water a little while. Drain, season, dredge w:\h flour .ntd m‘e(n jace in & dripping pan not quite Sovered with water: Dot with bits of butter, cover closely and bake until tender. When done, take from the pan and make a ETavy. And Widths Of Course a | | Things You’ll Like to Make. ORNAMENTED Ornamented pockets glve a novel touch to a silk summer suit. For the foundation of the pocket flaps use silk either of the same color as the suit, or for a more striking effect, of a contrasting color. Cut small cir- cles of heavy muslin. Cover them with silk, then bead with small steei eads. Applique these oircles pocket flaps. Allow the flaps to hamg loose. Ornamented pockets can be made any size vou wich that will he in proportion to the length of the jacket. FLORA. to the silk Bistory of Pour Name O’BRIEN VARIATIONS—O'Brian, O'Bryan, Brien, Brian, Bryan. RACIAL ORIGIN—Irish. SOURCE—A king's name. _ The development of family names in Ireland took place fwo or three centuries before it did in England and the rest of northern Europe. Even prior to that time the lirish had | 4 well developed system of clan vames which served almost as well as family names for identification, It w King Brian Boru who, by royal ed started this custom of nomenclature in the tenth century and sprez whereas in other countries it d veloped only spontaneously and over a period of several centurie: It had been customary among {he Irish up to that time for the scendants of the bheads of tribes 1. take their names from them. But it was merely a custom, and one subjec to frequent change in the event of descend: leader of & clan achieving some notable victory, in which case his followers would drop the old clan name and adopt a new one from his personal nam King Brian's edict made it compu! ®ory for the members of clans and families to take their mes from either their fathers or grandfathers and made those names “hereditary and fixed forever. Most of the O'Brien families wer those who took their family name from this monarch himself, who w slain at the battle of Clontarf, in 1014 The prefix among the Irish. has approximately the same meaning s the Norman-Frenok prefix “Fi'z and the Anglo-Saxt® termination e SULF ulrl un:a MEDIC!HAL e {OiLEy Satisfies every want of the most critical in cleansing, purifying and beautifyi the skin and complexion. Nothing purer, sweeter or more effective for every-day toilet purposes. 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