Evening Star Newspaper, January 17, 1927, Page 32

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. €., MONDAY, TJANUARY 17, 1997. MUTT AND JEFF—With Mrs. Mutt, Actions Speak Louder Than Mere Words (Conyright, 1926, b Trade Mark Reg. U. S. H_ C. Fisher. Pat Off.) q7 - = i‘fes,uufl DO SHEe NEVER {55 SHe SAY TO EVUEN OPENED | You, Moty ! HER TRAB! S| ANswer Geevem, We'Re Sy TO WAIT FoR MUTTS T DONT THINK He'L, BE, OUT TOBAYL JUDY’'S MAN Washington's Social Whirl and Official Life Are the Background of This Fascinating Love Story. By HELEN BERGER. Fopyright. 1927, by the Penn Publishing Co. SIR SID AND T To0K Him Home! we JusT LEANED WA AGAINST THe Dook AND RANG THe Belw AnD Beat T OH, WHAT HiS WIEE MUST HAvE SAD T Him! OOWAH! e CERTAINLY wAS QSSIFIED M-ML T WAS GONNA HAVE T™MoSE THRee ERonT (=f Teet™ PuLLed OUT ANYWAY ¢ WUSTEN, MUT T, WHAT BID YOUR Wife SAY TO You wHen $HE SAW THe CONDITION You WeERe (N LAST NIGHT 2 Wow'd WeGeT Home LAST MGHT 2 You Bozos ™S MoRMING T THE STORY THUS FAR Jydy Betts i a rich little poor girl, rich in " dreams which lighten a RADDY-£o-lucky exitance with her Bohemian parents. Jack Darten. s poor ittle rich hov, 18 gulded and ugrdedt a1l the tme. In childhood he meets SIRTHT JHa¥" Who continies to think. of him as the vears hring ommercial. ‘1t not. artistic igner of lay tovs and _orna bring. 100, | haps this was n gift she was sending Tommy Carter eaterner., | N2 who works on a Wash newspaper. | him. What sort of girl would she be? And loves Judy as she @rows to 20. 4ack 18 | Like the little girl in the garden, per dted by iy, @ cha e aned, ansthing | NADS? Judy’s heart melted to him. He | e e e he ia wears of her arti. | would be unhappy with a girl like | Perhaps that what gave ficial existence. | that! ’ those . tired lines about his | thing so hopeless about him. And she had not been able to comfort him! Jack Darien! What was in this bun- dle? What girl was sending him a | gift? He was probably madly in love with some girl,, Perhaps he was engaged to her. Per won_of | | was him moutl How s (Continued from terday's Star £ all Honey was! How small | her face had looked today! Small and | |almost pinched. Was Honey not quite | { %0 well as she had been? What would | life be like without Honey? hefers What is the newshoy calling? Judy o ketches | WAI™” Was that what he was crying? | Her eheeks | Impossible! The war had been going et the hings that Garner |©on and America had kept out. What 1:";:-"11'\“13:1; d about them! swittly, | Would she be doing now? With 4 little | With rembling Angers she had rushed | leap of her heart Judy hoped’ that G America would go into the war. Judy m back ifito the protecting PAPEI. ||, 04 per o h a childish devo- ftly, shaking with humiliation, she | S amed that | haa hurried from his m.;ym And now G rinby Foa i ad come numbness, desp The Verdict. UDITH came ner Fields' s her that she o a Aream not wake intidy slowly out of Gar- idio. 1t seemed to sved fn a dream, v Ifa (Copreight, 197, b7 W €. Pilhn)_Grem Bevin R Rosrved_Trde Marh Beg U 5 P e She dle heavy ' restlessly in her arm THE DUMBUNNIES —Until the Sad End Comes WELL, So YYou Two FooLS WANT To GET MARRIED, You MAY AS WELL KNow OH THAT'S ALL RIGHT, THAT FANNY WILL NOT GET | HANE ENoUGH FOR LS LIVE ON-FOR. A the to vain. Was it really true that America | | Bl na T he - miaatonLEne s going into the war? If her arms Do You ? HowW Do You MR FLAPP'F_R \DoN'T ONE_CENT FROM ME UNTIL Words etched in ame up before he AFTER ™MY DEATH | | weren't so fullst buy a paper. | She str i her bundles, got frank with you, Migs|yo. Vice open and bought a paper. than ordinary. She trudged on toward home, strain any of a haif dozen |4, 0"har “eves upon the glaring head- | wpils to’paint as ood |jinae 1t \as true, then? Her heart n that entire collec-| jipag with a new feeling, a deep gratl- tion! ‘There's no use mincing words, | j,qe There would be suffering, but her 1 think you want me to be honest?” | (Sl 1€ HO L g T A glorious Hie liftod glance had questioned her, |Soantry ‘ofe shinjne and Elorious )f course!” she had managed 1O |ynon i1 It was worth suffering to be mmer out. And he had gone on "here’s no originality there and ver {clean and honorable! g : As she turned in at the door of the technique. 1 promised Carter re was a thing in them, any- apartment her mind came racing back . ANY- | to Honey. all, I'd give them a showing. | “goth Honey and Dabs were at the “He wanted to finance the whole]goop to meet her before her knock had show, but even at thaj no reputable artist would care to put his seal of ap- fairly died on the door. She looked into their proval on these pictures. And an ex hibition would be a seal of approval, | |and her heart sank. “Wait until'l run into my room and you know.” He had paused her red cheeks, I'm sorry! | get my hat off. I'm dead! she cried. She rushed past them, almost roughly said, briefly And that was the worst of it! She for Judith, and slipped into her room, knew he had been sorry! He had felt closed the door behind her. She thrust her purse and her other for Honey the stinging pity of a crafts man for a bungling amateur. His small bundles into a littered desk i «p | drawer. Took off her hat. Then,|things hé said about her pictures! B e e ‘flvm‘: with the bundle of sketches In oné |courss, he was mistaken—rer F";‘r"‘y 1[""“““""“" Whdo Inke & L0/ arm and the package of cream cakes| Dabs broke in softly, his face twitch. | painte i __|in the other she went out to Honey |ing. “'He wasn't ken, Jude! Don't | ji Brumbled & hrcle AnA-the PRk | dnd Do |you understana? She isw't a great | age slid desperately In hev arms. hew | . Well,” said Honey, and her voice | painter and she never will be!" | had a sudden hatred of the s "";‘ €S- | shook. Her small hands trembled and | “Then you've known?" Judy gasped, | She would like to go down nlhd “"“ their trembling smote Judy. | bewll@ered | them in the Potomac! She hated 0| “what's the news?” sald Dabs, and| " “All along, Jude! But it has been | be reminded of Garner Flelds: ANd| nig voice was high, nervous. He thrust | her life. If she didn’t think I believed | then her anger turned to a keen Pity. | his hands into his pockets and Judy |in her she couldn’t stand*it' And"— Poor, poor Honey! How was she ever | sugpected that it was to hide their|with a sort of rueful resignation— | iiiE to tell her jwhat Sho seult’ [ shakinehs. “sometimes I've talked belief so much | She got aboard/a bus and sat by an | “poor, gay, gallant children! that I've almost gotten to believing | open window and let the breeze fan Not very good mews,”. she said |that she would make good. You can her hot cheeks. How was she ever 80- | clowly. Hor volee was very low. 0 thAL, you know!: | ing to be able to tell Honey ot wosa. Bewa . Hamey WS | O ha Forey All the happiness, the lightness had | were 3 mere breath of sound. . It|«w e out o g e e Y rhery | Seemed to Judy that she shrank into| onger winged. Nor her heart. R was a heaviness to her heart that was There | hergelf, shriveled. ; “Mr. Fields—he didn't seem to care like a stone. How was she ever going to tell Honey? for vour style, Honey.” She made |herself shrug carelessly. “I don't real- She brought up words and discarded |1y think he's so much of a critic them. Phrase after phrase ran|mhac's my opinion through her mind, but they all were | tyep Y GHRVOR G L0 o nge harsh, unbearable. She remembered|from Dabs. And he did not look at the small wistfulness of Honey's face | jone. in the darkened hall and her ery, I y couldn’t bear it if he didn't like them?’ “Well, he said—they were pretty. 1 ¢ He liked your coloring!” she brought And now she must bear just that! It ‘was cruel! Cruel! out eagerly, glad to have something She would say, “Honey, he thinks pleasant to say. 1 Honey made an impatient gesture Affer a moment Dabs came out. they are lovely, but he doesn’t feel you | are quite ready for an exhibition yet.” with her hands. “Coloring’s all right, | “She won't let me in,” he said discon: but it isn't the whole thing! What did | solately, *‘Can T help you ‘Bh“t lh'a‘l:"uldl‘fl"(:r_:fl"fl" F""(lm? off | he say about my technique?” | "And Judy, in mercy to his restiess. | e evil day. And it was quite gon-| oo ; ; ness, let him make awkward, blunder- | 3 g 00| “He said—sald—" Judy fumbled h A | e O e i £ o bng|&mong the cold truths, “he said your |{Né movements around "the tiny »m";' ;::L{ hear What he had to say!|technique was not as good as it might kitchen. She might say, “He dldn't seem to a e be, Honey. To Be Continued Tomorrow.) care for them, Honey! They weren't She dared not look up. E g i R 4 but NOT the = e ut I've worked years years! % B O rasp something back | OUEht fo know what T'm doing! When You C h Col R i of that. How was she to tell her? en You CLatc (1) d | ! ! t” Rub On M 1 way you aid i ub Un Musterole “That's what I think!” Judy agreed . eagerly. If only Honey would meet it She put up her hand and covered her | gy5,4ing up: 1f she would only rise in "’;h"‘ ’;‘f“ Vi the bus & block below | AFMS against the critic, refuse to be- e ! lieve him! N g o i s T o works right aw. It may prevent “’;“‘;!"':‘ e e e Wi | “No—Honey!" It broke Judy's heart |a cold from turning into or }""d" : {‘r‘r- Honey's _questioning, | 10 say it. pneumonia. It does all the good i e e b *| " Just for an instant there was a dead | work of grandmother’s “mustard leading eyes ! mustard | D en e paind. following the track | fiat little silenck. Then Honey began | piaster. £ its childhood training. thought of |10 Cr¥, not prettily, as she could ery. | ™ Mycferole is a clcan, white oint- gome form of material comfort in| " b Went to her and tried to|MeNt: T f oil of mustard and | soften the blow. She would give Honey | oyt ‘i arms around her, but she put | Other home simples. It is recom- | some sort of treat! | his hands away from her. mended by many doctors and nurses, She discarded the thought of flowers. ot now 1 can't bear love and T;_v“Ml;;‘l:mI:‘firr y]nw\ "'hrnll.. Irnm on l‘h’l’ They would be cold comfort when the | iy "now!™ she said, hardly, between |nack. brohtbitin asthma: henralcis. cont Blow fell. WhAt then? ong | 505, She didn't cover her face, but | feation. pains and aches ‘of the and A good dinner. Plenty of Stron|jyust'stood there letting the tears run |{3ne fErant. tofe muscles, bruises. chile coffee. What delicacy could she fix|gown her pretty smooth cheeks as i for Honey's dinner | though she wasi't constious of thém. To Mothers: Musterole is*also made in milder form for babies and s mall children. Ask for Children’s Musterole. \F’RoPoSE To LIVE 2 Betty, they N T could high school p stuff as there worse poor that if t thing faces eager *R.andall. ot ] * cried dazed Judy, T've always believed in her! | Didn't you begin to understand this afternoon?” i “I wouldn't les myself, Dabs!" | And Dabs cried out in’tribute, “You | good little kid, you!” | Judy ignored him, her cheeks flush: | ing. “I'll get some dinner,” she said | practical! “I've some cream cakes | for Honey “I'll help you! tai Dabs looked uncer- at Honey's closed door. See if you can’t help her, now,” Judy suggested and went on out to the kitchenette. “When I bought it they told me it was washable. And it was washable, but not the way I did it. It was a printed chiffon —a lovely dress, green and white, one of the newest designs. I washed: it myself— not in Lux, I must confess. It faded badly —s8o0 badly that I wouldn’t have worn it again. I took it back to the store and reminded them that they had sold it to me as washable. They said, of course, they assumed that I would wash such a delicate thing in Lux. “The design and style of the dress pleased me so much that I bought another exactly like the first, to take with me on . atrip to Bermuda. I've always washed it in Lux and will wear the dress again this summer, It still looks like new.” Janet Taylor, 126 E. 59th St. New York City tion bac kes! The very thing: Honev | sng "her eyes looked through Judy. She would go and buy a | They were bleak eyes. great hox of cream cakes. 1t was only | Ang then she turned away from the two blocks to the bakery. 8he set off. 1y, that loved her and walked into clinging wearily to the heavy bundle|her room and shut the door. Judy of sketches. and Dabs looked at each other In the bakeshop she laid them d0wn | hlankly. on the narrow counter with a sigh of | . reli “I couldn't tell her anything else! The air was fragrant with the | juqy breathed to his reproachful late afternoon baki Judy became | agonized glance. And as he didn't conscious that she hungry. | answer she went on. “She would have A messenger boy was the only other | heen sure to go and see him if I had customer in the shop. The boys were | given her any encouragement. And I y Often in there, for the telegraph office | gjan’t want her to hear the awful was just around the corner. Judy adored them, their mischief, their snub noses, their freckies. She watched this boy now, idly. He was buying a | few doughnuts and had already stuffed | #lmost a complete one into his mouth. | Judy grinned impishly, in spite of her heavy heart. | What an adorable figurine he would make, with his tip-tilted eyes, his snub nose! Busily, In her mind shé began transferring him to a figurine, a thing of paper, paint, stain She was still | busy at it when he slammed out “I'll take a dozen cream cakes,” she told the pleasant woman behind the | counter. And her eyes fell upon a bundle lying beside her own ! “Oh, that boy left his package eried. She ran to the door and pe out. but the hoy had disappearcd Sk » back and picked up the pack And her heart gave a queer little leap, a sickening, staggering kind of leap’ For, in a g handwriting she read, “Mr. Jack en, Sixteenth Street.” She stood holding the bundle, staring @t it dully. Things didn't happen this Not ifi real lite! Jack Darien! But she had come a long way from #he mood of the early afternoon. Then the thought of him had been hearten ing. Now, small, humiliated, crawling home with her story of failure, she | seemed to have no kinship with this| flashing star of the social sky. He | was a name, a man, but he was noth- | $ng 4o her, | She laid the bundle down on her own | parcel. “I'm going right by there,” she told the woman. “T'll leave it for Bim at his house. “Mych obliged:” the woman said atefiflly. “Them boys are so scat- brpined they'd leave their heads it they wasn't tied on. I've been put to § lot otrouble getting their stuff back o ‘em. 1 think they go in to the main office and say they've dellvered the ings when they've lost ‘em. Likely hey don’t know where to begin lookin’ for them." She handed Judy her package of eream cakes, an awkward and fragile bundle af sweetness. Judy’s mind ran frantically, like a small, caged thing going round a treadmill. Jack Darien! Poor, poor Honey) How wag she going to teil her? it’s been washed a dozen times” “As I was putting away somie freshly laundered underthings a friend came in. She exclaimed over a lovely apricot- colored slip of rayon. ‘Rayon certainly is beautiful when new,’ she said, ‘but, my dear, you know it simply won’t wash successfully.” “When I said that I had washed that rayon slip a dozen times, she was the most surprised person you ever saw! Of course,lalwaysuseLuxforwashingrnynn just as I do for silks andothernicethings.” Dorothy F. Casey, 782 Dudley St., Dorchester, Mass. (Boston) * she | red Proved safe by millions and prescribed by physicians for Colds Headache Pain Toothache DOES NOT AFFECT THE HEART | . Acccgt- only ‘“Bayer’ package V which contains proven directions. And"how would Dabs feel under “Bayer” boxes of 12 tablets fresh blows ht, Dabs m of 24 and 100—Druggists. Neuralgia Neuritis Lumbago Rheumatism