New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 12, 1921, Page 4

1921, - AUGUST 12, THE SLEEVE MAKES THE DRESS - BY MARIAN HALE New York, Aug. 12.—Certainly the fashion dictator has something up her “THE DUKE OF CHIMNEY BUTTE” By G. W. OGDEN The Romance of a Chivalrous Adventurer in the Lawless West. HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife sleeve this season. The Way Modge Couched Her Re- I read this over several times when quest of Grace Draper. My dear Miss Draper: Back in my room at Mrs. Ticer's with Dicky purposely paving such iduous attention to his mother and mior that I ‘feared no interruption from wy doughty mother-in-law, I sat before an improvised desk, cudgel- ling my brain for fitting words with which to clothe my request-to her that she pose again for Dicky’s illus- trations. . I stared at the formal with eyes that.looked backward down & vista of trouble and tragedy, of which Grace Draper had been the storm-center, and wondered to what must look forward—a little premon- ftory shiver swept me. ~Of my own volition. I was bringing -her into my life again. convinced that by so doing I was saving Di from threatened professional rufn, but I could not es- cape the fear that some.way, some- how, she would bring ruth to me and mine again But having once set my feet upon this thorny path I could not £o back. 8o with a despération born of the im- tence I felt, T dipped my pen afresh the ink and rapidly wrote: -~ “If you remember our conversation at the house in Hempstead,- you will Know that this letter is writen in all friendliness and sincerity. Mr. Gya- ham has been in ignorance of your whereabouts and of our interview un- til this morning, when L discovered that he needs your particuilar type for some illustrations. he is to make for a novel. He had no idea that he could secure you, sifiply eXpreéssing the wish that you were available. I at once infermed Him 6f our inter- view, and. expressed the belief that you might be willing to work with him again. At his request I am writ- ing you to ascertain whether or not you would be willingto undertake the work. ““Of course your whereabouts would have to be kept a secret from the people of whom vou spoke in our in- terview. and we think we have evolv- ed a plan which will ccmbine secrecy and safety with convefiiencé. If you can manage to get a train for Green- port unobserved, take the ferry at that point for Shelter’ Island. Mr. Graham and 1 will motor~over from Sag Harbor through North Haven, and meet you on the Shelter Island dock, and motor vou to a quiet, com- fortable, little hotel in the heart of the island woods, where we can make { plans for the posing. All . the penses of your. janiney we * win, course, repay. Cordially yours, “MARGARET GRAHAM." I had finished, feeling more and more dissatisfied with it each time. It Sounded stiff, stilted, and I wondered if I had not obtruded myselt too much writing of the arrangements. Ye the letter and upon my being presen at all interviews with her, and would have been the hands. Careful Plans. Draper,"” the first in the chain of the- girl’ clever elusions of the espionage kep! bag, tc wait for an show them to Dicky. opportunity Then I wen! ham'’s smiling approval. she saw me, had not vet forgiven me for Dicky She has an annoying little habit o! upon my shoulders. “It scems to me, | said 1loftily, Margaret,” of*course, times are different.”” Madg’s Ruse. 5 | I seized the opportunity she gave me swittly. “1 was mother, just dear,” going over I said. to first. with me? eome, and I'm a dit alone.’ afraid to Dicky grinned good-naturedly, and I saw that he understood my ruse. “I'm the little first-aider to all fliv- vers,” he said, rising and stretching “But I warn you now that ve a real car out 1 Alf .wants to keep our joint now that he has a ready-made family himself. we're going to here as sqon as I can manage it. ! fancy on his hands.” He walked with me to the door, and Mother Grahams observation in the dooryard stretched when we were safely past of the Dacey formhouse, ex- ‘out his hand for the letter. of! “Let’s see how the little petticoated Machiavelli has handled this thing,’ he said smiling. F! hlw!imflunlu“i‘ ; l‘ _lis“ Jn-- Unless otherwise noted, these motices are written by the press bureaus of the theater or- sttructions with which, thex Saak MISS BETTY BOOTH AT THE LYCEUM Miss Betty Booth'who was with the late Sinbad show was starred in the comedy sketch entitled ‘“‘Betty’s Back.” Miss Booth is a very refined singer and made a hit with the audience. They sing a song entitled “She Gave Them All the Haugh Haugh. George and Lillian did exceedingly well with their song and dance vaudeville act. Gordon and Payton have very clever songs and play the accordion and the violin. Billy Robins, the black face| comedian.seemed to get the cream of the laughs from the audience. He has some funny sayings and dances good. The Van Dale Sisters, two clever little girls did good. “The Last Card’ was personally directed by Bayard Ceiller; the well known dramatist who wrote “Within the Law’’-and “The Thir- teenth Chair.” The story of the picture was originally published in the Satur- day Evening Post and its great power as a murder mystery narrative re- commend it at once as something that PALACE — Now Playing — An Excellent KEITH VAUDEVILLE BILL Featuring NING TOY — WARD & KING RIANO, NORTHEANE & WARD PEREZ & MARGUERITE CHARLIE CHAPLIN In a reviva} of “ONE A, M.” All Star Cast in the -Thrilling Photoplay “The Revenge of Tarzan’" ‘ . —Now Playing — MAY ALLISON ‘The Last Card’ VAUDEVILLE FEATURING BETTY’S BACK KEYSTONE COMEDY FOUR . BILLY ROBINS GEO. & LILLIAN , VAN DALE SISTERS GORDON & PAYTON- = Coming BROADWAY. zcnon would make an unusually compelnng screen production. CAPITOL—HARTFORD. -The ¢ominating note in “The Tree week at the Capitol. t> the Garden of Eden for its motif, ky had insisted upon my writing somethingf> more than human if I had not yiefded to temptation — which the letter plainly betrayed—to let her see how ! completely the situation was in my salutation | I folded the letter and put it into an envelope, addressed simply “Grace directed a larger onec to the cousin of Linda Shellford—who was upon her—and slipped both into my to, down to the sitting room where Dicky was entcrtaining his small son to the little lad’s delight, and Mother Gra- My rother-in-law's fade changed as and I realized that she slur of the morning upon her weight. forgetting that her son is at fault, and shifting her resentment for his errors she “that if I had a house like this Dacey on my hands I would be over there sesing to it instead of resting comfortably in my room. But, there, “But there were some matters I had to attend Dicky do you mind going The car is a trifle trouble- g0, ‘“‘eternal feminine” is the pre- of Knowledge” which is the picture at- traction for the last three days of the It harks back t (Continued from Yesterday’s Herald.) Jim Wilder, a cowboy who iz not too popular on the range, thinking that Jeremiah Lambert, a peddler, who rode into camp on a bicycle, was a green tenderfoot, offered him his own horse, which was somewhat o! an outlaw, if he could rida it. Lam- bert, who formerly broke range horses for a living at the Chicago stock yards, rode the animal without diffi- culty, whereupon Wilder, who .wa3i only bluffing, attempted to take back his horse. In the fignt which ensued, Lambert i3 cut. but not seriously, with 2 knife wielded by Wilder. The lat- ter's knife iz taken from him by 2 cowboy named Spence, Who in turn is shot_by Wilder, who flees from camp. Lambert gava chase, returning at dusk leading Wilder’s horse: There wag blood on the ernpty saddle. Lambert, now known as “Tha Duke of Chimney Butte, makes a new record in the little town by racing his horse against the’ flyér, overtak- ing tho train long enough to receive a handkerchief tossed him from the observation platform of ‘tha Pullman car. Later he starts out in search of the girl of the hanagerchief, in com- pany with a cowboy named Taterleg. The men arrive in Glendora, where The Duke expects tv find that Miss Vesta Philbrook, whose father had died a few weeks before is the girl of the handkerchief. They find Miss Vesta is not tHe girl they ara secking but are in time to come to her rescue as she is attacked by two Vesta tells Duke that neighboring ranchers take exceptions to her fences and cut them just as-fast as she can repair them. Duke and Taterleg of- fer to work for her and put a stop to this practice if they can. t I s t s 14 One night Duke finds the fenca cut and a note fastened to the wires which reads: “Why don’t you coms and get me Duk!"" would. He did. He gave chasy the next time he saw someoneé cutting the fence and was astonished to find— not a cowboy but Kerr's daughter, who turned out to be the girl of the Pullman. He makes a truce with her. Lambert is caught in the trap and becoms the prisoner of Kdrr ‘and severa] others. He is turned loose with a warning to clear out of th¥] country. but bolts and gets back to the Philbrook ranch. Vesfa tells Duke she is going to leave the coun- try in order to end the trouble and strife. Duke takes charge of the ranch while she is gone and pro- poses to raise sheep instead of cat- tle. That night he rides out to keep a rendezvous with Grace Kerr. He vowed he ““Wait, Duke—I want to hear it all —but wait a minute. There’s some- thing I want to ask you to do for me. Will you do me a favor, Duke, *a simple favor, but one that means the world and all to me?”. “Try me,” said he with bbundless confidence. “I know you would- n’t ask me to do anything that would reflect on My honesty or honor.” “Duke,”’—she turned to him sud- denly, her eyes wide and luminous, her heart going so he could see the tremor of its vibrations in the lace at her throat—“I want you to lend me tomorrow morning, for one day, just one day, Duke—five: hundred head of Vesta Philbrook’s cattle.” “Tat's a fnny thing to ask, Grace,” said he uneasily. “I want you to meet me over there the connection with Eve coming in a|Where I cut the fence before sunup deautiful prologue. in the morning and have everybody Mildred Rogdrs is assisted by Jack|out of the way, s6 we can cut them Middleton and Jack Rose in “Step|Out and drive them over-here. You Lively,” a terpsichorean rapid transit|$an manage it if you want to Duke. #hirl aumber of dance steps per Lhis act, and comedy galore. ard Stewart are “In-Sane,” ventional, and comedy and song in which they ap- pear, Marie Gaspar puts pep, charm ad personality into her joyous melo. dies. Herbert and Dare are pro claimed as the best in viudeville when it comes to ease and grace of gym nastic movement. 'E VAUDEVILLE BILL AT PALACE. Four excellent Keith vaudeville acts ire now featuring the Palace bill for Perez e remainder of the week. snd Marguerite, a clever jugslin, cuple, are ‘well liked at each per- formance; Ward & King are two #ine comedians who can also put over an excellent line of dances; Riano, North- iane and Ward offer a clever singing avd dancing dnumber, and Ning Toy, a pretty miss from the Orient, has real surprising offering. In “The Revenge of Tarzan.” shown at the Palace Friday and Saturday, the latest development of the Tarzan epic is presented in a plot that simply It is easily the ever Lave the pleasure of seeing—hand-to- hand fights between Tarzan and two full-grown, blood-thirsty lions, a spec- <acular shipwreck, stirring scenes in the underworld of Paris, of wild ani tingles with, thrills. most exciting picture you will mals in their native haunts, plct like a vein of gold. “The Revenge of Tarzan.” RSONALS Mr. children, Ella and Berner, cester, Mass., ihis city of are visiting friends and in East Berlin. to Canada. Mrs. Annie Gribbon and daughte Mrs. sireet. Wwith the maximum possible minute, And there is some good singing in Bryant D that is, they have stepped far from the con- its a real novelty in adven- ture and a love story that threads the If you want 1o be lifted out of yourxelf and thrilled to the core, make sure that you see and Mrs. Emil Anderson and or- in Fred Beloin and Joseph ‘Arbour and party have returned from an auto trip Daniel Buckley of New York, will spend the next two weeks at the home of William Roche at 49 Union You will, if you=—if you care.” “What in the world do you want them for, just for one day?” “I can’t explain that to you now, uke, but I pledge you my honor, I pledge you everything, that they’ll be ¥aturned to you before night not.a ‘head missing, ndthing wrong.” “It can’t be done,’ he said. “1, give you my word, Duke, that - |if you'll do it nobody will ever lift a hand against this ranch again. We'll drop all.of the old feud and let Vesta - |alone. I give you m:- word for all of them, and I'll see that they carry i’ out. You can do Vesta as big a faver as yow'll be doing me Duke.” “Tell me all about it, Grace,” urged. She came close to him put her arm about his neck, drew his head down as if to whisper her confidence in his ear. Her breath was on his cheek, his heart was afire in one foolish leap. She put up her lips as if to kiss him, and he, reeling in the ecstasy of his proximity to her radiant body, bent nearer to take what she seemed to offer. “In the morning, I'll tell you all in the morning when I meet you to drive he cattle over,” she said. “Don’t say a word—I‘ll not not take no for my anwer.” She turned quickly to her horse and swung lightly into the saddle. From this perch she leaned toward him, her hand on his shoulder, her lips drawing him in their”flery lure again. “In the morning—in the morning—you can kiss me, Duke!” With that word, thut promise, she turned and galloped away. Late in the afternoon, Lambert had faced vack toward the ranch- house, troubled by all that he could not understand in that morning’s meeting, thrilled and fired by all that was sweet to remember, when he met 2 man who came riding in the haste of one who had business ahead ‘of him that coyld notrwait. As they closed the distance between them Lambert keeping his hand in the easy neighborhood of his gun, the man -raised his hand, palm for ward, in the Indian sign of peace. T'm the sheriff,” he explained. “Miss Philbrook said 1'd run across you up this way.” “I'm a stranger in this country, I don’t know anybody, noboby knows me, so youwll not take it as a slight that I didn't recognize you, Mr. Sheriff.” “No harm done, done. Wel he g a i T, Duke, no harm A ranch-{on to the county attornéy. er named Kerr is the worst offender. \hei Just bought five hundred head of “yowre a. little}. (Copyright, 1920, A. C. McClurg & Co.) y Vider known than you make out. - I didn’t bring a man along with me be- cause I knew you were up here at' Philbrook’s. Hold up vour hand and be sworn.” “What's the occasion?” Lembert inquired, making no move to comply With the order. “I've got a warrant for this man Kerr over south of here, and I want you to go with me. Kerr's a bad €8g, in a nest of bad egsg. There's likely to be 100 much trouble for ane man to handle alone. Yqu do solemnly swear to support the consti- tution of the—" “Wait a. minute, Mr. Sheriff,” Lam- bert demurred; “I don’t know that I want to mix up in—" “It’s not for you to say what you want to do—that's my business,” the sheriff said sharply. He forthwith deputize¢ Lambert, and gave him a duplicate of the warrant. “You .don't fieed it, bu* it'll clear your mind of all doubt of your power,” he explained. “Can we get through the fence?”’ - “Up here six or seVen miles, about opposite Kerr’s place. But I'd like to 80 on to the house and change horses; T've ridden this one over forty miles today already.” The sheriff agreed. “Where's that outlaw. you won from Jim Wilder?” he inquired, turning his eyes on Lam- bert in. friendly ‘appreciation. “I'll ride him,” Lambert returned briefly. “What's Kerr been up to?” “Mortgaged a bunch of cattle he’s got over there to three different banks. He was down a couple of days ago tryin’ to put through another loan. The investigation that banker started laid him bare. He promised Kerr to coms up tomorrow and look over the security and passed the word €y. Kerr said stock. He wanted to raise the loan on them.” “Five hundred,” said Lambert, me- chanically repeating the sheriff’s word, doing some calculating of his own. “He . ain’t .got any blanketed with mortgage thick already they’d go through a blizzard and never know it His schéme was to raise five or six thou- sand more on that outfit and skin the country.” As he rode Whetstone—now quite ecovered from his scorching, save for the hair of his once fine tail—beside the sheriff, Lambert had some uneasy cogitations on his sentimental blind- ness of the past; on the good, honest advice that Vesta Philbrook had given him. Blood was blood, after all. e that paper ain’t so CHAPTER VIIL Unmasked. . The. Kerr ranch, buildings were more than a mildawPay from the point ‘where Lambert and the sheriff halted to look down on them. “I'll take the front door; you watch the back.” They had not closed up half the distance between them and the house when two horsemen rode around the corner of the ranch fence. Outside 'the fence they separated with the suddenness of a preconcerted plan, darting away in;opposite directions. Each wore a white hat, and from that distance they appeared as much alike in size and bearing as a man and his reflection. The sheriff swore a surprised oath at sight of them, and their cunning plan to confuse and divide the pursuing force. “Which one of ’em’s Kerr?” he shouted as ne leaned in his saddle, urging his horse on for all that it could do. “I don’t know,” “I'll chance this one,” sheriff, pointing. ‘“Take teller.” The sky was bright beyond horse and rider, cut sharply by the line of the hill. Against it the picture stood black as a shadow, but with an un- mistakable pose in the rider that made Lambert’s heart jump and grow glad. It was Grace; chance had been kind to him again, leading him in the way his heart would have gone if it had been given the choice. She looked back, turning with a hand on the cantle of her saddle. He waved his hand, to assure her, but she did not seem to rcad the friendly signal, for she rode on again, disappearing over the hill before he reached the crest. He fretted. that dusk was falling so fast. In the little strips of valle: growing narrower as he proceeded between the abrupt hills, it was so nearly dark already that she appeared only dimly ahead of him, uraing her horse on with unsparing hand. He shouted, calling her name, fearful that he should lose her in this brok- en country in fast-deepening night. Although she was not more than two hundred yards ahead of him now, she di4 not seem to hear. In a moment he turmed the base of a great roock, and there he lost her. He pulled up and shouted again, an appeal of tender concern in her name. There was no reply, no sound of her fleeing horse. Whetstone lifted his head with a erk, his ears set forward, snorting an alarm. Quick on his action there came a shot, close at hand. Wher stone started with a quivering bound, stumbled to his knees, struggled to Lambert returned. said the the other groans. Lambert was out of the saddle at he sound of the hot. He prangs to the shelter of the nearest rock, gun in hand, thinking with a sweep of bitterness that Grace Kerr had led him into a trap. Whetstone was ly- ing still. and Lambert knew that he was deai. { Lambert was incautisus of his own sa.f‘ety in his great concern for his hotse. He stepped clear of his shelter to \look at him, hoping against his conviction that he would rise. somebody Iai.zhed behind the rock on his right, a L ugh that plucked his heart up and cas- it down, as a drunk- ten hand shatters a goblet upon the floor ¢I..guess. yowll:never race me on to rise, then floundered with piteous || You simply ¢an’t overlook the im- portance of the sleeve. Indeed, if you try to get by with.last year's sleeve, you might just as well agree that you are unprogressive and stationary. The new sleeves are fascinating ana artistic. very simplicity of line gives them their distinction. Period stuff is not only good sleeves but it is also defiant. You’'ll find a Moyen Age sleeve on a decidedly 1921 gown. But that makes no difference. !}‘s the line, not the in name or the-period, that counts. A -sleeve with' an armhole as big as the side of a blouse, with fullness caught at the wrist to a cuff which is much larger than the wristband, com- mands attention. There is ‘another graceful sleeve slit to the elbow, its square flowing mater- ial held at the wrist by two beaded bands. Another is middle age in character, With a long band of free hanging ma- terial falling free from the arm. Short sleeves are even cut out on the shoulder. And sleeves are of all lengths. = The individuality of the sleeve is the thing that makes the personality of the dress. that horse again, fence-rider.” There was the sound of movement behind the rock; in a moment Grace Kerr rode out from her concealment, not more than four rods beyond the rlace where his horse lay. She rode out boldly and indifferently before his eyes, turned and looked back at him, her face white as an eve- ning primrose in the dusk, as if to tell him that she knew she was safe, even within the distance of his arm, much as she despised his calling and his kind. Lambert put his gun back in its sheath, and she rode on, disap- pearing again from his sight around the rock where the blasted valley of tones branched upon its arid way. He| took the saddle from his dead horse and hid it behind a rock, not caring much whether he ever found it again his heart so heavy that it seemed to bow him to the ground. So at last he knew her for what Vesta Philbrook had told him she was —bad to the core of her heart. Kind- ness could not regenerate her, love could not pnrgé away the vicious strain of blood. When she sent her bullet into poor old Whetstone’s brain, she placed herself beyond any absolution that even his soft heart could yield. Lambert was loading cattle nearly a week later when the sheriff rode up and hailed him. He had followed Kerr, he said, far beyond his jurisdie- tion;, pushing him a hard race through the hills, but the wily cattleman had evaded him in the end. Lambert was a busy man for sev- eral weeks after his last race with the will-o’-the-wisp, traveling be- tween Glendora and Chicago, dispcs- ing of the Philbrook herd. On this day he was jolting alone with the last of the cattle that were of marketabl condition and age, twenty cars of them, glad that the wind-up was in sight. Already he had sold more than $80,000 worth of cattle for Vesta, and carried home to her the drafts. This time he was to take back the money, as they would have the cash to buy out Walleye, the sheepman, who was making a failure of the business and was anxious to quit. He rolled a cigarette and felt abount himself abstractedly for a match, in his pocket, where Grace Kerr's little handkerchief still lay. with no explanation or defense for its presence contrived or attempted; in that po¢ket, where his thumb en- countered a folded paper. (Continued in tomeorrow’s Herald.) WAR IS POSTPONED | Moroccan Natives Must Celebrate Their Feasts Before Taking Action. Tangier, Aug. 12.—Warlike opera- tions against the Spanish forces in Morocco by the natives of the Rif sec- tion of that country will not be under- taken before next Tuesday at least, it is declared by natives here. Prepara- tions are being made for the celebra- tion on August 16 of the annual fete in honor of Abd-el-Kader, the Moorish leader who led tribesmen in Algiers and southern Morocco in their fight against the conquest of their country by France. The male Arab population of Moroc- co is considerably diminished, as many are volunteering for service with the Rif tribesmen. The only persons com- ing to the markets are women. Mail service between this city and the main- land of Europe is very irregular, postal boats having been taken for war ser- HAKI‘I!ORD = —TODAY—CONTINUOUS— STEP LIVELY A Dance Cycle With MILDRED ROGERS Bryant & Stewart; Rogers, Mid- dleton & Rock; Marie Jasper; Herbert & Dare. ROBERT WARWICK in “THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE” With Wanda Hawley, Kkathlyn Williams, Irving Cummings, Theo- [ dore Kosloff. J,l They are graceful and their| WHAT RED DID. Old dog Spot was the road from the mill pond carrying 1 bundle of somebody’s clothes in his mouth. When he heard frantic shouts rom the water, where Johnhnie Green and his friends were swimming, he quickened his pace. One of the swimmers was known as “Red.” And 1t was a favorite trick of his to tie hard knots in other boys’ zarments while the owners of them were in the pond. Usually he wet the knots, because wetting them made them harder to untie. On this day somebody had turned the tables on Red. Somebody had crept up benind the big old hickory off. It was no wonder that the boys be- 7an to yell when tiWey saw Spot pick up those clothes and calmly trot away with them. It was no wonder that they swam to the bank and scrambled up to the big hickory to find out whose clothes were missing. When they saw that Red was the unlucky one, everybody else began to whoop and laugh. But not Red! He let out a fright- ened scream and started to follow old dog Spot. To the great delight of his compan- ions, the rattle of a wagon and the thud of a horse’ feet sounded from up the road. And since some one must soon drive over the bridge, which crossed right above the dam. Ited scurried back again and dived into the pond Green and the others had already plunged. Red rose to the surface spluttering. And finding that he could touch bottom with his feet, he stood with his carroty head out of water, watching for the wagon. It soon came into view, out of the woods, and the horse that drew it thundered uvon the bridge. The horse was old Ebenezer: and Farmer Green was driving him. into which Johnnie “Hi minute!” Johnnie Red shoute. Green’'s Ebenezer to a* halt. quired. “Spet took my clothes,” plained. with them. please!” Hoots and catcalls from the other boys followed Red’s was a wonderfully him. Farmer Green couldn’t help laugh- ing. T'm going to the village,” he said. “If I find any clothes along the road T'll pick them up and put them in the wagon And if you're here when I come back I'll give them to vou. “He’ll be her Johnnie shouted. “‘Red’ll wait for ycu.” “If you hurry, maybe you can catch Spot,” Red called to Farmer Green as he drove off. cay.” Red ex- “He’s run down the road Get them for me— speech, polite which one—for Green “I can’t stay here all trotting .down | tree on the bank and had knotted|in tmick si deonind Red’s clothes tightly. That was why mcmc-keds g for ced Betici old Spot found a bundle under the s Ik tree, all tied up and ready to carry | e dessert if sprinkled yith nuts and oy Juice. i Stop! Wait a| . ving kettle, 2dd frui,.stgar, = - rind and juice and ginger. Bri low father pulled |, " tye boiling point and took gently 3 is transparent. r int “What's going on here?” he in- until th fruit is transparent. Pour into “You'll have to,” the bays jeered. “Mavbe yvowl have ® wait here till dark,” Johnnie Gre: suggested. “T won’t!” Red repliedias he swam towards the bank. “Yoir dog took my clothes,” he cried as he ran up to the big hickory. “Amd I'm going to take yours.” ] A It was Johnnie’s turn jo yell then. He was on the further side of the mill pond. And long before he could cross it Red bad tched up Johnnie's clothes from .the shade of the hickory and dodg into thc bushes ‘with them. (Copyright 1921 by the Metro- politan Newpaper Service.) BY SISTER M.:RY Many a hurry up salal can be pre- pared with pears as' a basis.” When canning make a distingion between those canned for caladsand those for desserts. Can in thin srup for salad and label the cans ‘‘for $lad” and can masked with whipped cram. Either the cold pack orthe open ket- tle method may be used. Pears turn dark if asllowed to stand after peeling, s0 it’s better to do one quart at a time. €anned Pears (Colt Pack) Pare and 2ut in core. Dip in boiling watr for 2 mi utes. ‘Dip in cold water. Pack in ster- ilized cans, pour over silip to cover, Lzlf seal and pat in ko water bat Process for 20 minutes, tounting the time after the Water begifs to bubble. Finish sealing ahd cool. halws. Remove Canned Pears (Open Kettle) Pare and cyt in halve. Remove core. Make a sirup as lr peaches, put in the pears and cook until they ‘are tender' but not musly. Let the sirup be heavy or th @pending on the purpose for which the iruit is can- ned. Pack fruit in sterilizél jars, pour over sirup to fill the jar ‘o overflow- ing and seal. Pear Preserves Eight pounds pears, 6 poinds sugar, 3 lemons, 2 inches ginger rost. Pare and core pears and @t in small pieces. Grate lemons and squeeze out e witer in sigar, Bring slow- Put a very lit pre- lemon sterilized jars and seal whileboiling, or pour into jelly glasses and cover with parafin when cool. ' Pears may be cooked with pineapples and oranges, the whole rubtd throdgn a sicve and combined with an equal amount of marmalade sugar to make i delidlous (Copyright 1921 by Newspapr Enter- prise). CASTORIA. For Infants and Childen InUse ForOvorao ‘ears nvmu— 7 — %2