New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 24, 1916, Page 4

0 BUT A FRENCH DMAN WOULD HAVE DESIGNED THIS ? ventilated sport coat is’a study ts—a pointed yoke, tails, and rm seam. Gun metal buttons and do service as well, but ost interesting feature is the ck pocket slung jauntily on ght hip: The facric is king's orsted. Safety First stion, constipation, biliousness many ailments of the digestive s are often the source .of serious At the first sign of disordered jons take the reliable family ly that is always dependable— ECHAM’S PILLS Sale of Any Medicine in the World. H everywhere. In boxes. 10c.. 2fa Tonight and Saturday Charlie Chaplin In “THE FIREMAN” Tonight Only [ ANCIENT BLOOD” “HER SOUL’S SONG |Good Vaudeville Show. ARSONS’ EATRE—Hartford A $2 Show for 75c. EWELL WEEK OF THE OPERA PLAYERS Henry Blossom-Victor Herbert Comic Opera, ‘lle Modiste” Nights, 76c to 10c, (500 re- eats at 26c) Matinees Wednes- Saturday, 50c, 26c and 10c POLI'S HARTFORD $2 Shows at Poli Prices POLI PLAYERS the Great White Slave Play ittle Lost Sister’ Bvery mother, every girl ould see this play. It bches the greatest lesson imanity has to learn. ptinees, 10c-20c; Evenings, 10c-20c-30c-50¢ E COMPOUNGE k) CONCERT EVERY BUNDAY AFTERNOON. ng, = Bathing, Bowling, ds, Fishing and Dancing e Popular Picnic Ground. Regular Dinners. oving Picturs Theater & NORTON, PROPS. ews ?or NEW, BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, JUNE 24, 1916. e — A STORY YOU CAN BEGIN AT ANY TIME Her Side---and His How Cora and David Temple By ZOE BECKLEY $100 Reward, $100 The readers of this paper will be pleased to learn that there is at least one dreaded disease that science has been able to cure in all its stages, and that is catarrh. Catarrh being greatly influenced by constitutional conditions requires constitutional treatment. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally and acts thru the Blood on the Mucous Solved Their Marital Problems The Explanation David, nervou tion room, rehearsing imperious woman’s invi he was being made ugh he % fended by even a moment’s oppo: himself into a state of tension the coming interview. and inscrutable as a queen hefore “We expected you and your v waited for you in fact,” she smiled. son why vou both could not come,” “There was a good son, Mr hardly know how to make it con denly and by the roots out of the York into an entirely new settin when well,” he floundered, “she did debut among strangers in the; pare herself, you Know. “Oh, then she is coming later* es—that is, perhaps. I mean She wants a chance to get her Davi made hi was now ready to defend Cora He would not even try to save struggles, the estrangements, the to follow him. to the point of shamelessness. fe, But that was precisely the only penance Mrs. Brett would have nccept- She, a queen such queen the ablest men—she had offered her home to a man in her employ and his wif2, and her offer was thrown back in her face by a woman she had never seen and with no contrite apology or ex- ed—a prostration of some sort often make of their women build and execute along with pianation. “Very well, Mr. Temple, we'll let your wife get her—bearings, did you undle of plans meanwhile, will she have any objections to your conferring with say?” she said, taking up a ¥ husiness matters?"” “Lord, how I'd like to bend that little humility!” David thought. or all the time,” he said. “That’s quite fortunate,” she replied, “for I shall need a great deal of want you to your time at all times. uses {ts house morning, I shali noon program before us together. ‘‘And we had better begin a study she said, 1s at fault, waited in Mrs. Brett's recep- how he wou1ld explain Cora's failure to accept the ion to live at her to wait unduly long Mrs. Brett, mistress of the art of putting the world on the defensive, of- tion to her will, which would start him at a disadvantage in When she finally dress that followed out the suggestion of royalty + foreign diplomat, “But I s Brett,” David laughed nervously, “but I incing. hom e Then, not own home. he bearings. A knew how wealkly he was putting m furious at himself and at Mrs. That would be to lay their int vroud “Why, of course, I am at your disposal any and night. every room in the house has to meet the tastes of people who are accus- tomed to have their slightest need and comfort catered to. to study the most private arrangements of such a household as ours, and the most extensive social use of the house. leading him to her own wing of the house. Burfaces of the System thereby de- stroying the foundation of the disease, gh‘ini the patient strength by building up the constitution and assisting na- ture in doing its work. The proprie- tors have so_much faith in the curative powers of Hall's Catarrh Cure that they offer One Hundred Dollars for any case that it fails to cure. Send for list of testimonials. Address: F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, Ohlo. Sold by all Druggists, 75c. home. It dawned on him that was letting David work appeared, in however, her, she in was a as house suave ar intensely as I had joyed— ! memories came thick and fast to me. Something I had heard my little mother say years before came to me. “There is something about a bride’s first home that always remains ragrant in her memory,” she had id. “It may be a hovel or a palace, but the recollection of it will always tug at her heart. But a man doesn't teel that way.” Dicky’s voice interrupted me. “Whatever are you doing he | asked wonderingly from the doorway. I resolved to test my mother's theory. “Just ing good-bye ta the old place,” I returned duietly. “Well, I'll be—" He came over to my chair, took my hands and drew me to my feet. “Of all the little idlots, maoning around at this time of night. 1 should think you'd like to get away from the shack, deucedly uncomfortable place, I call it.”” “But, Dicky,” I protested, “it was ovr first home. “Well it will probably be our last together if you roam around like this much more,” he retorted, practically. “It’s a wander if you haven't caught your death of cold. Come on to bed and can the sentimental guff. If this were a little woodland cattage or something romantic like that I could understand, but getting wooshy over leaving this dump—Palice!” Mr. Temple, for dinner last night— 1ppose there was a good rea- You see, I had yanked Cora sud- had grown to know in New no sooner got off the train equal to making a sudden She had no chance to pre- she she feel rs. Brett : not sked politely, yet made up her mind. Cora’s case before h It Brett, but not at Cora. For he the world and himself, if nec v. If by revealing to Mrs. Brett the ad hours it had cost Cora e life bare, to be frank as American men of her proven ability s0 by right to he had drawn up. “In the me on neck of yours to teach you a see how a I shall family like ours want you to see how = RESTA AT CHARTER OAK. We shall have Noted Racer Chief Attraction of Earth Afr Carnival. Fresh from his recent victory over Ralph DePalma in a three-heat match So, you see, we have quite a and of the hostess’ private suite,” race at the Chicago Speedway last REVELATIONSOF A WIF By ADELE GARRISGON Sunday, and the victories over in the Indianapolis motor sweepstakes and the Chicago derby, Dario Resta, idol of the speedways, will be seen in action at Charter Oak park, Hartford, on Sat- urday, July 1, as the headliner of an earth and air carnival. N ‘Why Madge Put Dicky to a Test. My recovery from the attack of tonsilitis, thanks Dr. Pettit's remedies, was almost as rapid as the seizure had been sudden. My mother- in-law, forgetting her own invalidism, carried out the physiclan’s directions faithfully. The choking sensation in my throat gradually lessened, until ty midnight I was able to go to sleep. I have no idea when Dicky came home from his “impromptu studio rarty.”” His mother, whose deftness, efficiency and unexpected tenderness surprised me, arranged a bed for him on the couch in the living room, and 1 aid not hear him come in at all. “My poor little sweetheart!” This was his greeting the next morning. to “If T had only known you were ill the | old blow-out could have gone plump. It was a stupid affair anyway. Had a rotten time.” “It doesn’t matter, Dicky,” I said wearily, and closed my eves, pre- tending to sleep. I knew Dicky was puzzled by my manner, for I could feel him silently watching me for several minutes. Then evidently satisfled that I was really sleeping he tiptoed out of the room, and a little later I heard him depart for his studio, first cautioning his mather to call him if T needed him. T spent a most miserable day after Dicky had left in spite of my mother-in-law’'s tender care and Katie's assiduous attentions. The studio party, of which I was sure CGrace Draper was a member, rankled as did anything connected with this student model of Dicky’s. The mem- ory of the village gossip concerning her friendship for my husband which I had heard in Marvin troubled me, while even Dicky's solicitude for my illness seemed to my overwrought imagination to be farced, artificial. His exclamation, “My poor little sweetheart!” did not ring true to me. 1 felt bitterly that there was more sincerity in Dr. Pettit’s low words of the day before: “Poor little girl, T wish I could bear the pain for you!” than in Dicky’s protestations. How genuinely troubled the voung physician had been! How sentful of Dicky's absence from my bedside! How tender and strong in my paroxysms of cheking! T felt a sudden added bitterness toward my husband that the memory of my suf- fering should have blended with it no recollection of his care, only the tender sympathy of a stranger. Katic Is Sympathetic, And in the excess of my loyalty to Dicky T had felt that I ought not ta cali thig voung physician on account of the unusual sympathy and kind- ness he had shown to me during my mother-in-law’s illness! I laughed a little bitterly. Sincere friendship, svmpathy, tenderness, understanding, these evidently were to bhe such rare commodities in my list of possessions as to make it absurd in me to refuse them. By the time the day was over, while my throat was much better, I had worked myself into a most miserable state, mentally. Katie, coming in with some soft toast and tea, saw the tall re- marks of tears on my face when she turned on the light. Earlier in the afternoon I had insisted that Mother Resta will be seen at the wheel of his record-smashing Peugoet and in the feature event of the program will meet Jean Domenjoz, loop-the-loop aviator, in a one-mile match. The conditions of the earth and air raee stipulate that Domenjoz will fly no higher than ten feet from the track on the stretches and no higher than fifty feet from the track on the turns. The event will be staged under the auspices of the Hartford Aeronautic society, of which Arthur Fifoot is chairman of the contest board. The proceeds of the exhibition will be de- voted to starting a fund for the purchase of an aeroplane for the Connecticut National Guard. All local aviation enthusiasts who are anxious to enter into the bomb-dropping com- petition against Domenjoz can do so by writing Chairman Fifoot at the Automobile club of Hartford. Domenjoz is the second man of the European flyers to execute the loop- the-loop, following the late Pegoud the day after he flopped over at Pau. Domenjoz is also the holder of the South American trick flying champion- ship in addition to his European title. Resta needs but little introduction to the motoring fans and, while th will be his first appearance in New England, his name has been on the tongue of every motoring enthusiast since he won the Vanderbilt cup and the Grand Prize race in his debut &t San Francisco last year. Resta will go against all existing records at Charter Oak and will undoubtedly eclipse them with ease. Graham, who was really wearied with her care of me, should lie down, and she was still asleep. She had given minute instructions to Katle as to my care. T had managed to avoid the girl's searching eves by pretend- ing to be asleep, but she was de- ceived no longer. “Oh, dear Misses Misses Graham,” she cried, upsetting her tray in her 1each my side, “don’t cry I not be bad girl any to dat place in country. you feel so bad.” She imagined that my Wwere caused by her attitude cur proposed remaval from the apartment.to the house in Marvin. The absurdity of the idea was a. better tonic than any medicine. T wiped my eves and sat up, resolved ta put down my weakness with an iron hand. “I wasn't thinking about you, Katie,” T sald quietly, “but T am glad vou wish to stay with me. Iam sure, too, vou will like it in the country.' “Maybe, yves, maybe, no,” returned Katie, non-committally, “but I try anyway."” “Yes, we will see,” T returned, de- termined not to offer the girl any more maney for her work unless the | new work really proved hard for her, Graham, poor almost haste to no more. longer. I go I not know low spirits toward Dicky Doesn’t Understand, In two days more I was my usual self again, ready the tasks of moving and settling. Mother Graham and I spent a hectic day the furniture and drapery shops, buying things to sup- | plement her furniture and mine, | which we had arranged to have sent to the Brennan house in Marvin. T found that her judgment as to values | and fabrics was unerring. But her | taste as ta colors and designs fre- | guently clashed with mine. Save for | the fact that she became fatigued | Lefore we had finished our shopping, | there would have been no individual | touch of mine in our home, As it | was, T was not sorry that she found | lerself too indisposed ta go with me | the second day, so that T had a chance | to put something of my own individu- | zlity inta the new furnishings. Another two days in Marvin with the aid of a workman unpacking and arranging the crated furniture and our purchases, and the new home was ready to step into. And se T came to the last night in the little apartment which had been | my first home with Dicky. It was not particularly attractive, the fur- niture was not of our own selection, | it was just the average unromantic | New York furnished apartment, and | it had been very cramped in the | weeks that my mother-in-law had been with us. But all at once T felt a saddened reluctance to bid it £0od-bye.” | Dicky had been asleep for hours— it was long after midnight—when my thoughts grew too much for me, and 1 slipped quietly out of bed and into the living roam. T lit the gas grate— for the night had the chilliness of the carly epring—and crouched before it, for arduous in PIMPLES ON FACE IN BLOTCHES Also on Chest. Large, Red and Hard, Face All Disfigured. Would Itch and Burn, HEALED BY CUTICURA SOAP AND OINTMENT ““My face and chest started to break out with pimples. Then my face started to get red and I used to scratch until tho blood q came. The. pimples wers large, red and hard, and tho most of the time in blotches from my faco to my chest. My face was all disfigured and would itch and burn so that I would stay awako hours at night. “This kept on for seven and a haif months 0 a friend advised me to try Cuticura Soap and Ointment. T sent for a free sample and it started to heal mo 50 1 bought three cakes of Cuticura Soap and one box of Ointment, and they healed me.” (Signed) Antonfo Felce, 74 St. John St., New Haven, Conn., Oct. 18, 1915. living over again the days since Dicky Frought me a bride into the room in which I wag sitting. _Here I had known the wildest hap- piness of my life; here I had suffered Sample Each Free by Mail ‘With 32-p. Skin Book on request. Ad- dress post-card ““Cuticura, Dept. T, Bose | ton.” Sold throughout the world, i | ens. | fuls of brandy, sliced almonds or sliced citron if de- Theater Goers and Women Readers Two women met on the street the other day. One was a woman of about sixty, the other a birdlike little old lady on the further side of seventy. Said the younger woman, “I'm o glad to see you. I haven’t seen you for months. It's been such a hard winter that I haven't gotten out much,” Said the bird-like little old lady, “Has it been a hard winter? Do you know, I didn’t realize it. My daugh- ter lives on the other side of the town, and I've been to her almost every day.” Don’t you love that? The Spirit That Refuses To Be Limited By Weather Or Age. It delighted me when I heard it, partly because it was so characteristic of the bird-like little old lady, partly because it is a spark of the spirit I love, the spirit that refuses to let any little accident such as bad weather or old age limit and tie it down. By the way, why should we call snow or rain bad weather anyvhow? It certainly isn’t bad from the point of view of life and growth. Suppose the seeds should talk about the weather, can't you fancy them call- ing a steady stretch of sunny, rain- less days ‘‘bad weather,”” and hoping for the good weather of life-bringing rain? For myself, there are times when the drowsy, relaxed atmosphere of a rainy day is not at all unwelcome, And as for thinking that one must always stay in the house in any but sunshiny weather, what nonsense! I believe I Not Recognizing Trouble haye called your attention to the witty characterization, “People who don't | know enough to go out whe nit rains.” | A Distinctive Flavor to a Tramp in the | Rain. There is a distinctive and fascin- | ating flavor to a tramp in the rain. It's like ripe olives—everyone doesn't | care for them, but those who do, like | them enough to make up. Of course, it isn't healthful to sit in damp clothes or even to walk in the damp if one feels chilled by it. One should be able to get a constant reac- tion. But I think that if people kept their bodies in such a state of gener- al healtdf that they could resist | changes in temperature and humidity, | they needn't be afraid of every little | bit of weather ,and their contact with the outside world needn’t be limited to days when the sun shines and the | wind is just so. | She Didn't Know She Was Too Old. | Moreover, the habit of refusing to | be limited will extend itself to other things besides weather. The little old lady who didn’t realize it had been a bad winter also refuses to realize | that she is getting what the world calls old. A few years ago, when she came into some money, she fulfilled the desire of a lifetime by going abroad. Everybody said, “Why, she’s too old | to go abroad.” But she didn’t know | she was, and so she went and had a : wonderful time. | Just think, if you don’t recognize | bad weather and old age and other an- noyances when you meet them you won't ever know you've met them. VA= adincteg 1 \ ‘ JAUNTY HAT FOR | SUNDAY CONCERT, Lake Compounce By Band of New Britain. The American band of New Brit- ain will give the concert program at Lake Compounce on Sunday after- noon. Managers Pierce and Norton have arranged to accommodate large crowds for dinner. The Table D. Hote dinner will be served from 1 to 3 o’clock and the a la cart service will obtain at all hours. The following concert program will be rendered by the band from ! 3 until 5 o’clock, under the direction of William H. Bishop, leader: March—“America First Overture—"Die Irrfarht ums Gluck” Suppe Program at American art e 0 Von Tilzer | Be the | Same Sweet Girl Von Tilzer B save per s 193 This leghorn straw shaped sunbon- net is strapped across the crown with wide saxe blue taffeta ribbon, end floating off the back in a stubby streamer. Fore and aft are clusters of pink tulle roses which give the youthful result. The model is from London. W’Exfiog Tomorrowq one wide, Breakfast Fruit Baked Hash Julienne Potatoes Egg Bread Coffee Dinner Ox Tail Soup Roast Beef Yorkshire Pudding Mashed Potatoes String Beans Watercress French Dressing Wafers Cheese Delmonico Ice Cream Coffee Supper Sliced Cold Beef Strawberries Pound Cake Coffee Delmonico Tce Cream—Scald one pint of milk; add the volk of six eggs beaten until light with one cupful of sugar and stir antil the mixture thick- Take from the fire, add one pint of cream: when cool add one table- spoonful of vanilla and freeze. Old-Fashioned Pound Cake—Wash one pound of butter then cream thoroughly. Add gradually one pound of fine sugar; beating it until very smooth; alternately one pound of sifted pastry flour and ten good sized cggs well beaten, and beat hard for fully twenty minutes as the success and fine grain of the cake depends wholly on the thoroughness of the beating. Now beat in two tablespoon- one-quarter of a tea- spoonful of nutmeg, and two teaspoon- fuls of vanilla; add blanched and cd, pour the batter into a pan lined | it | Selection—"'Princess Pat” (a;) Memories .. .. “My Mother's Rosary Medley—Remicks Hits Van Alstyne Meyer 16.) Lampe Bizet (a.) Good B Luck, God Bless You ........ Ball (b.) Along the Rocky Road to DublintE ST AT Selection—*Blue Paradise (a.) Loading Up Lee (b.) 0. Carmen’ e, Good ON GUARD SERVICE ALONG THE BORDER | [GUARDING THE ‘BORDER] Redoubled efforts are being made to watch the Texas-Mexico border, although most of the rong line has been under strict guard ever since the raid on Columbus, N. M., by Vil- listas. The man in the picture is with paper and bake in a moderate oven. helping to guard one of the bridges | over the Rio Grande. Herbert | [ roductions They are Clean Pictures for every | member | of the family to enjoy