New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 17, 1921, Page 4

HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife How Madge Guessed Her Father's Missien. I hastily picked up the two tiny pieces of yellow paper, stepped back ‘into the room my father had just ' vacated, and closed the door. The sood woman of, the who had given me unstinted, ing permission to look over his room, was busy in her Kitchen below stairs: I could hear her singing about her work, and the other membérs of her hoeusehold were outdoors. I was sure ot being absolutely undisturbed, for 1 had left Dicky in the car, smok- ing a olgar, his head on th seat, his feet on one of the doors, a picture of wcontented laziness. With trembling fingers I the two pieces of paper over. One was absolutely blank. The other, evidently the edge of two lines, held om each line a fragment of a word. The. first line showed the letters nce” the lower “ake,” and a linv of a let- ter before the “a”, which might be almost any one of the alphabet. But to my mind, with its memories of the stressful times and the asso- ciations of my father's work in secret diplomacy, it was an easy thing to reconstruct that telegram. “Come at o-nce. Allen Dra-ake.” Thie must have been the message, no doubt the culmination of a pre- arranged agreement, which had sent my father hurrying toward New York. New York? I repeated to myselt, Washington was far more likely his destination. As I stood there, there flashed in- to my mind the remembrance of 2 queer little speech my father had made when I had told him that Grace Draper- had been released from prison. “So the wolves aro abroad,” he had said, thoughtfully. “Then it js indeed time for the old dogs to slip_their leashes.” Was it on account of Grace Dra- per, fear of her 'possible plots aghinst: me, that he had taken this trip? I put the possibility from me with | an amused little laugh at my own con- - ceft. That Allen Drake had seen to it 'that a watch was kept upon the girls movements I was practically ceftain, but that a man so busy and briliiant as he should summon a veteran of power and prestige like my father to a conference upon my perils was ridiculous. I knew there must b¥ some other answer, some important task upon the tapis, and I felt my heart chill with inexplicable loneliness and ap- preéhension at the thought, which on account of Dicky's nocessity should have cheered me, that with Grace (A "'l" .I" house, smil- turned An Apprehension. Unless otherwise noted, bureaus of the LONEY HASKELL AT PALACE. Loney Haskell, one of the best #ingle men in vaudeville, will be one {of the featuré attractions at the Palace starting Thursday for the bal- ance of the week. Mr. Haskell ap- peared at the Palace last season and _ at that time was liked 'very much. Three other headliners will also be on the bill. (o S LA EUGENE O’BRIEN AT LYCEUM. " Eugene O'Brien’s second starring ap- pearance in Selznick pictures will ba in “Sealed Hearts” which opens at the Lyceum the' last three daya of this week. Fn the picture ia present- ed the nsual situation of a father and a youth—his adopted son — being in love with the same woman, the older TONIGHT—Good Vaudeville CONSTANCE TALMADGvE —’l'huuday' Frldia;. Saturday Jack Pickford in “The Man Who Had Everything” KEITH VAUDEVILLE With LONEY HASKILL Vaudeville’s Best Momologist and Funster. “THAT QUARTETTE” Other Fine Acts Last Time Tonight KENNETH HARLAN Ot Thursday, Friday, Saturday Eugene O’Bmen Sealed Hearts VAUDEVILLE Faturing BROADWAY ECHOS Other Acts PG HOPE DIAMOND MYSTERY (Episode 1.) | \ | Draper coming back into my life again both my father and Allen Drake would be tar away from my vicinity, -1 put the tiny pieces of the tele- gram carefully away in my purse for destruction when I would have opportunity, and, went down my waiting husband. “Well, old dear?’ Dicky asked. “Did you gather up all the discarded neckties and bills?” “There was very little to gather up.” I replied sedately. “But I saw that everything was in order.” to The Irony of Fate. “So now its little soul is satisfied,” said banteringly. “All right, old satisfy me by running me letting me measure those windows and doors in the corncrib. Will you have time to run up that stuff into curtains and draperies for me today. Jerry Ticer said ‘he'd give me a hand with the thing this afternoon, cleaning it out and cut- ting some windows in the walls, and I'd like to put the draperies up to- morrow.” 1 caught my breath in dismay. There were the traditional “million things” for me to see to before the coming of Katie and ‘Jim on the morrow. How I was to execute this unreasonable request of my hus- band's I had no idea. His thought- lessness was aggravated, also, by the fact that he had taken away Jerry Ticer from the important task of getting a decent place cleaned for Jim and Katie to eat and sleep. Bul the thought of that long ago time when he had shut me away from the preparations for his studio, entrust- ing the work to Grace Draper, 'in- stead, made me decide suddenly, with feminine inconsistency, to make no objection. . “I think I can manage them,” 1 said slowly, “but I'll have to get a sewing machine somewhere. I have it! There’s an agency in Sag Har- bor. We'll just go on past the farrg to the village, rent one down there and cart it out in the back of the car.” “Blessed be a resourceful wife, Dicky chanted, “and also thrice blessed be flivvers, You can trans- port anything from men to mowers in them.” “I'a rather take the men,” I said saucily, banally, but I had a sudden desire for any sort of idle conversa- tion to keep my mind from dwelling on the curious contrast between that first fitting up of Dicky's studio and this one. Then, Grace Draper had made the draperies, and I had een the one to view and criticize the finish production. Now, by the irony of fate, I was fitting up a room in which Grace Draper was to pose for my husband’'s work. he dear, home nad thiese notices mre written by the press theater or at tractions with which they @aal man being the husband of the woman, who ia young and bezutiful. Tha vaudeville progran. will con- sist of high class vaudeville featuring the Broadway Echos, which is con- sidered the vaudevilles biggest sensa- tion. Also on thg same program, The Hopa Diamond Mystery will ba shown. JACK PICKFORD, PALACE THURS. Jack Pickford calls “The Man Who Had Everything” one of his “lucky pictures,” and predicted great suc- cess for it when he started working on it on the 18th day of April. Eigh- teen is Pickford's lucky number, and all successful undertakings of his life have been attended by eighteen in some form or other. the East Indian belief the numeral nine is symbolic of unseen forces, and means the good will of the gods. What good fortune then should attend the person to whom twice nine—eighteen —continually manifests itself? Pick- ford’'s “lucky picture.,” a Goldwyn production, will come’ to the Palace theater, for three days, commencing Thursday. FREEZONE Corns Lift Off with Fingers X Drop a little “Freezone” on an ach- ing corn, instantly that corn stops hurting, then shortly you lft it right oft with fingers. It doesn't hurt a Dit. Your druggist sells a tiny bottle of “Freezone” for a few cents, suflicient [to remove every hard corn, soft corn, or corn between the toes, and the callses without & particle of pain. ‘Today—Continuous MR. GEORGE ARLISS In His Greatest Stage Success “THE DEVIL” Jay Velle & Girls, Blackface Eddie BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY AUGUST 17, Tozr “Cap’n Jonah’s Fortune” By JAMES A. COOPER Cape Cod Folks and Their Adventures. Copyright, 1919, by (Continued from Yesterday’s Herald.) Captain Jonah Hand, aged-skipper, gives up the sea and comes to the home of hia niece, who is wife of Or- rin Peety, at Cardhaven, a fishing village, to spend hia declining years. While not entirely welcome at tha Petty home, he i1 kept in ignoranca of this fact because he apparently has not long to live and Mrs. Petty is hig only living heir. He iz supposed to have considerable mwney saved. His first day at the Petty homo he overhearsi a conversation between Pearl Holden, better known a1 “Pearly,” who was bound over to Or- rin Petty by tha selectmen when her folks dled and left her a ¢harge on the ‘town,”and Tom Petty, his neice’'s son. Tom confesses to Pearly that ha had gambled on the old three shell and pea game at the cattle show in 4o nearby town and had lost not only his own money, but also nearly $25 belonging to the Ladies’ Aid, of which ho was supposed to buy & chapel lamp. Pearly offera to lend him tha money out of her savings. She has an equal sum earned by picking ber- ries. Cap'n Jonah was an early riser both because of his advanced years and from habit. He got out of bed as According to |- quietly as a cat the next morning, and came upon Tom Petty, stretéh- ing and gaping from. the kitchen door. ‘“Well, young man!” said the old marine briskly. I guess you're feel- ing your yest'day's good time some?” “'Good time!” Heh!"” snorted Tom. “I never want to see another cattle show.” “Leaves a brown taste in your mouth, does it?” chuckled the cap- tain. “And drained your pocket as dry as the Desert of Sahara, I bet!™ “Hoh! Who was tellin' you?” de- manded Tom, bitten with sudden suspicion. “I don’'t have to be told ev'rything —not at my age,” chuckled Cap'n Jonah. “I was young once myself.” He drew a bill-holder from an in- ner pocket. “I guess you know how ’'tis, Uncle Jonah,” confessed the young fellow, trying to keep his eycs off the bill- holder. “Just so! Just so!” agreed the cap- tain. He selected a yellow-backed bill, crisp and crackling, and thrust it suddenly into Tom’s itching palm. “Here's a twenty for you. I never do know what sort o’ presents to buy folks. Get somethin’ for yourself or put it away in the bank as you like. And don’t say nothin’ to your Pop or Marm about it.” Finding the DPetty family uncon- genial and Pearl usually too busy to pass more than the time of day with him, Cap'n Jonah got into the habit of lying in it at the mouth of the line for passing Shell road folk to fall into his conversational trap. And every native Cape-Codder who came along tried to get out of ‘him something about that fortune which the retty’s had told everybody in the community he possessed. He saw the tall figure of Helmford approaching. The usual smile upon the young government employe's face had a rueful cast just now. “This is one large day—and plenty |p of it, captain,” he said. “How do you feel?” “1 fare Cap'n Jonah. Helmford ?” “Why, Captain Hand, I'm like to be cast out into the cold world. The Cardnaven Inn closes for the season and I don’t know where I'm to look for a boarding place.” “Sho!” exclaimed the old mariner. “Arent boardin’ places plenty ‘round here?” “In the summer—yes. Almost everybody takes boarders. But the women are not so ready to-take in a stranger during the winter." The captain was scrutinizing young Helmford much more sharply = than appeared to be the case. “Ahem!” he said, clearing his throat reflectively. “Why don’t you try Sarah?” “‘Sarah?" ™ “Yep. My niece.s She ain’t averse, I should say, to turning a penny. Try her.” “Why, I will!” he exclaimed. Sarah Petty assumed a doubtful smirk when Helmsford called and stepped out on the porch. “Captain Hand suggested, Mrs. Petty,” Helmford began, drawing near, “that you might consider taking me to board. You knew the Card- haven Inn closes now, and I would prefer living down this way. It is nearer to the hatchery.” “Wal! I dunno!” objected Mrs. Pet- ty, who felt it became her position in the community to yield only after propes urging. “Course I could take ye in, Mr. Helmford. I have room. But I dunno as my ‘commodationt would please ye." “I think I shall be satisfled, Mrs. Petty. When can I have my books 'and trunk sent over?” 7 “Any time you like. You can sleep here tonight,” said the woman, grim- ly satisfled that Cap'n Jonah was to be soon ousted to the room over the kitchen. responded you, Mr. pretty well, “How air ‘e CHAPTER IIL Getting Acquainted. # Joseph Helmford overtook Cap'n Jonah making his way by easy stages Ross, Jack Gregory & Co., Howard | & Norwood, James & Etia Mitchell. down the Shell road toward that land- mark, A. Silt's general store. “So Sarah’s took you on, has she?” said the captain. “I shall be glad to be one of your family,” Helmford made reply. “I 4unno how you'll like it, but we'll hope for the best,” Cap’'n Jonah observed, dryly. “But, le's see! Who's this in one o' them rattle-te-bang gas-buggies?” “Dr. Ambrose, said Helmford quickly. ‘‘And his sister, Miss Sue.” “The old runabout, rattling in its throat like s ‘dying man came to a halt beside the two pedestrians. Doc- tor Ambrose, in. & much-stained George Scully & Co.) linen duster, peered out at them over a bushy beard. “'Lo, Mr. Helmford,” he said. How are the eels and pollywogs? Isn't that 4 stranger you have in tow? I'm always drumming up trade,” and he shook in his seat with laugh- ter till the springs of the car wheezed again. Cap'n Jonah, looked him over, smiled grimly. “If you've done bet- ter than any medical shark I ever heard of, I'll come to see you about my rheumatics,”” he said. “Biut if you air still stikin' #o salicylate of sody, 1 reckon I'll dose myself from my own medicine chist.” “You old sea-dogs ought to write M. D. and D. S. after your name; responded Doctor Ambrose. it you are Cap'n Hand? acquaintance of my sister, cap'n.” “I am glad to Wwelcome you among us, Cap'n Hand,” Miss Sue said de- murely. “We are not alone glad to have a new neighbor, but we 'are glad to welcome another attendant at the chapel. I .have already learned —in jact, Mr. 'Liphalet Truitt told me,” and she flushed the deeper— “that you are a church-going man, Cap'n Hand.” His reply was scarcely audible to the group as he started on again. “The doc's sister is a spankin’ looking craft,” said Cap'n Jonah ad- miringily, as the car snorted away. “She's a lovely lady,” agreed Jos- eph Helmford. “And a good deal of a catch, they say, captain. They tell me she's got forty thousand dol- lars in her own right.” “For—ty—thou—sand? Whatever!" “Of course, that's a mere bagatelle to a man of your fortune,’ added Helmford with twinkling eyes. . The spry ex-steward, well-known to everybody about Cardhaven, and along the Shell road, had been wel- comed heartily when he had come ten years or more before and bought the little house next to the Mariner's chapel, and he had been every man’s friend for the years of his sojourn. But the captain had to confess that ‘Liphale Truitt was a more than or- dinary glum-looking man. Cap'n Abe [Silt stated as a fact that “Life Truitt had turned like old cider—and quite as sudden—here of late.”” But the ‘newcomer in the neighborhood found the eox-steward a most satisfactory companion. “Ye-es,” sald Cap'n Jonah reflec- tively, “you air a sight better off than I be, Truitt.” “And me without chick nor child belonging to me but a cat?’ sniffed the ex-steward. “Your fortune is tied up in invest- ments, isn’t it?” comimented ' Lip- halet. . “‘Fertune!” snorted Cap'n Jonah. “My tortune, Liphalet Truitt, is thin air—that's what it is invested in.” By Hannah!"” ejaculated the startled 'Liphalet. ‘Ye-es,” said Cap’'n Jonah, rather relieved now that his confession was out. “The bald truth is, I ain't got no fortune. I did git some little money together at off times durin’ ‘my life; but allus something come > to scatter it.” “And you haven’t a thing to show for ail your years of hard work, Cap'n Jonah?" asked Eliphalet Truitt, almost horror stricken. “I have a fine line of experienc said Cap'n' Jonah with disgust. bave the remains: of my last year's airnings as skipper. And I have some sheers a feller sawed off onto me that I reckon ain’t wuth much more'n that wall paper on your kitchen wall, Mr. Truitt. I invested two thousand dollars sev'ral years 4go in them {le sheers and found the comp’'ny had gone bust. All they ever got out'n the ile wells they bored, so they told me, was a bad smell!” “I want to know!” commented the ex-steward, vasly perturbed by Cap'n Jonah's story. “I wouldn’t so much care about myseif,” Cap’'n Jonah went on, “but ‘tis the way they treat that poor gal, Pearly. I can scarcely keep my feel- i to myself sometimes when they are a-houndin’ of that poor gal. “It'a a master hard situation,” ad- mitted Mr. Truitt frankly. “’Hem! I know what would fix ‘em,” growled Cap'n Jonah. “If I did have the slew of money they at first thought I might have, I could bully ’em into treatin’ the gal half decent, I vow! Now they've gone all through my duds and duffle an’ ain't Lound so much as a pen scratch about a fortune. Sarah and Orrin air 'bout convinced I ain’t got much laid by. “By Hannah!"' ejaculated 'Liphalet, his eyes widening. “If you could ‘ool ‘em—if you could make ‘em think you did have a fortune Cap'n Jonah—I tell ye what; you'd ought ‘0 talk with Cap'n Abe about this. “Whatever! That old gasbag? snortcd Cap’n Jonah. ‘Jest the same,” pursued 'Liphalet, ‘Cap'n Abe Silt has got a head on im. I'd like you to tell your story to him, Cap'n Jonah. I b'lieve he might be able to give you an idee wuth follerin’. “Hullo! Who's boarded us now?" A quick tap, tap of heels on the steps and porch. Then a gentle rap on the door. ’'Liphalet’s brick-burned face became more inflamed, if that were possible, as he arose to answer the unexpected summons. “Oh! Good morning, 'Liphalet, came the sweet contralto of Miss Sue Ambrose. “I wanted to remind you that the Christmas ‘committee meets this afternoon in the vestry. You'll see to the fire for us, won't you?” “I calc’late to,”” the ex-steward re- plied in evident confusion of mind. “And 'Liphalet!" pursued the doc- tor's sister, ‘“you'll be at the meet- ing, too, won't yo ‘Hum! I'll see,” muttered Lipha- “We shall be looking for you,” said DAILY FASHION SERVICE SIMPLE LINES ARE ALWAYS BEST the gentle little woman as she turned from the door. .o CHAPTER 1IV. “Pearly.” Helmford had brought a great store of books with him and book- shelves on which to arrange them. It was Pearl's duty to dust these from time to time, for, after having once gone through the new boarder's possessions quite as thoroughly he had Cap'n Jonah's, Sarah Petty gave the care of the new board's room over io her willing little drudge. Pearl had obtained a fair educa- tion in the simpler branches before she had been alloted by the select- men to Orrin Petty, her mother's step-brother's cousin-by-marriage—a relationship which even the closest student of genealogy would have found difficulty in figuring out. Helmford had purchased an open grate stove in Paulmouth, so hé had his own fire, before which he spent most of his free time in study. There was not much to do at the fish hatchery at this season, and Helmford had assistants there to watch things day and night. So he was able to study and read. Finding Pearl interested in books he advised her a little in the selection of read- ing matter from his library, which she bore off to her room, unknown to Sarah Petty. ‘“Whatever!” Cap'n Jonah confided once more to 'Liphalet Truitt. - “I'd give one of nly laigs—neither of em’'s much good when the rheuma- tism is in ‘em—or an arm if I could pay Sarah Petty back for some of her meanness to Pearly. It's gettin’ 'nough to sp’il the temper of a saint —and I ain’t none!” 'Liphalet's heart was heavy and his face as long as the moral law, but he still could feel sympathy for his triend, and for Pearly as well. “I tell ye what, Cap'n Jonah,” he said, ‘“lle's you an’ me step down to and put it up to him. I ye, he's a knowledgeable man. Wa'al”” responded the captain, about at his wit'’s end and willing to take almost that might aid in the situation. They found the usual hangers-on at the store that evening. The con- versational tide ebbed and flowed. Mr. Truitt seized an opportunity to tell the storekeeper quietly, that he and Cap'n Jonah had occasion to confer with him privately. The Shell road oracle nodded that he under- stood, and proceeded to get rid of customers and loiters alike at an early hour. He locked the store door behind Washy Gallup’s hooped back, snuffed out the window lights. “Go right back to the livin’ room, ‘Liphalet, you an’ Cap'n Hand. You know the way.” Cap’'n Abe bustled through to the kitchen, and they heard him shaking the grate of the range to liven the fire. A moment later the harsh jangle of the coffee grinder announced his hospitable intent. “A mug o' hot coffee won't go bad tonight, boys, afore you go out into the cold again,” said the storekeeper, returning and settling into his own creaking chair. “Wal,” he said, smiling broadly on the: other two men, can see there's somethin’ on both your minds. Let's have it” ‘Lipnalet's glum visage lightened with sympathy as he turned to Cap'n Jonah. “Do you want me, Cap'n Hand, to put this here difficulty o' yourn before Cap'n Abe?” he asked gently. “Steam anead, Truitt,” said the cap- tain gruffly. “You've lived in this neighborhood longer than I have, Cap'n Abe,” said Mr. Truitt. “You have been here for more than twenty years. And endurin’ that time I wouldn't wonder if you had got putty close to an opinion on Orrin Petty and his wife.” “Hi mighty!” ejaculated Cap'n Abe, ‘I sh’d say I had.” aand glanced with Qmpmlon at Cap’'n Jonah. “Cap'n Hand,” went on Mr. Truitt, ‘had good and sufficient reason, so he says, to expect a welcome and kindness, trom Sarah Petty when he came to live with her.” “What air you drivin’ at,” inter- rupted the storekeeper. “Is it that Orrin and Sarah’s made it onpleas- ant for Cap'n Hand up there at their house?" “Whatever!” ejaculated Cap'n Jonah.: “And the way they treat that gal, Pearly, is a sia and shame. I can’t stand {t!" (Continued in Tomorrow's Harald.) any chance for advice — BY MARIAN HALE New York, Aug. 17.—Though ex- tremes may come and extremes may go, there is one thing you may depend upon. Simplicity in line always makes for artistic results. Irene Castle not only realizes this but in this gown she designed (executed by Lucile) this simplicity is evidenced. The gown is of blue crepe embroidered in white with a roll collar and cufts of white satin and a white belt. The sim- plicity idea is also carried out in the mushroom-poke hat, blue with white facing. The loose-fitting coat of the street costume from Schotz Bros. is not only good for the thin girlish figure but it is exceptionally desirable for the woman who is beginning to watch her weight. The vanishing waist line is complete- ly defled in this costume which sports one of the new high collars. It is of Dahlia cashmere and the Joose box effect of coat is trimmed with broad folws of the material RIGHTING A WRONG. Poor Spot! He felt so mournful that he 1lifted up his muzzle and howled. Farmer Green's wife had just ordered him out of the kitchen. She thought he had been teasing Miss Kitty Cat. And instead, he had kept Miss Kitty from tasting the leg of mutton that lay on the kitchen table. “It's a sad, sad world!” he howied. “I though Mrs. Green would praise me. But she didn’t. She scolded me! “Sakes alive!” cried Henrietta Hen as she rushed up to him in the farm- vard. “What's the matter with you? Are you trying to bay at the moon in the daytime? Turkey Proudfoot gobbled at Spot Beloes aliwci erid, Becriers. Ben acwie rushel 3pt i e the Aetmgmat and bade him be still. Turkey Proud- foot was very pompous, for he had an idea that he ruled the farmyard. Old dog Spot felt so meek, after the scolding that Mrs. Green gave him, that he couldn't find a word to say to anybody that spoke to him. “Ive expected this for some time,’ the rooster told Henrietta Hen. *“Mrs. Green has put old Spot out of the farmhouse and Farmer Green in- tends to put him off the farm. Every- one agrees that he's a nuisance. It's a wonder the folks in the Green family have kept him all these years.” Well, old dog Spot couldn't help hearing what the rooster said. And he hadn’t even heart enough to an- swer that impertinent boaster. “Maybe he knows what he' ing about,” Spot greaned. “I wish Johnnie Green would come home. He's stand up for me, if nobody else will” Then something happened al at once that helped Spot’s spirits amaz- ingly. The woodshed door flew open and Miss Kitty Cat all but flew out of it. Farmer Green's wife appeared in the doorway with a broom in her hand. And with it she helped Miss Kitty into the yard. She helped her so much that Miss Kitty never touched the broad stone doorstep at all. “‘Scat!” cried Mrs. Green. talk- “I don’t worit heal that rash ~ Use RESINOL Soothing and Healing The firstapplication stopsthei torture and helps o clarify the ango skiry S e want any thieves in my kitchen.” It was quite plain that something had dispicased Mrs. Green—some- thing in which Miss Kitty Cat had had a part. And old dog Spot thought what that something was. he barked at Miss Kitty. “So Mrs. Green found you out!" And he ran at Miss Kitty and chased her into a tree. She sat herself down upon & limb and glared at him. “Wow!” he yelped. “You must have sampled that leg of mutten when vou thought Mrs. Green’s back was turned. And she must have caught you in the act.” gh that was exactly what had X'nppsned Miss Kitty Cat wouldw't But she looked whole sentences at him. Soon Farmer Green's wife came to the door again and called, “Cpme, Spot! Come, Spot!” He hurried up to her and caught the piece of meat that she tossed to him. It was mutton. —_— (Copyright 1821 by The Metropolitan Newspaper Service). Tomorrow—A Boy, a Dog and a Gun! But Miss Kitty Cat Hunts Alone. Daily trains run from Montreal to Vancouver and from Toronto to Vancouver —trains 1