New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 18, 1921, Page 4

R T Tl e RSN I { HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison’ s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife How Katle Came to Madge's I - New Home. I sat up until midnight sewing the Wrapeyies and curtains which Dicky had requested me to make for the Tustic studio into which he was trans- "forming the old Dacey cornciib. That this' would be the result of my as- senting to his request I had kgown nhen I yielded to it. But Dicky, toido him justice, had not realized, I think, how much labor was in- volved in the thing he had asked. “For the love of ‘mike!” he grumbled, putting aside his maga- zine and knocking the ashes from his cigar. “Are you going to keep this up all night Didn't you hear that clock strike ten? Remember, you dragged me out of bed this morning at a most unheard of hour. I'm simply dead for sleep. Chuck it, and come to bed ! How about those beds at Ticer's? I hope they're bet- ter than the ones at the other place. | There may be a soft side, to a board, but not to those beds. I could al- and Marion wouldn’t come from the hospital until we are under our own vine, and fig tree again, and I can have my own mattress. Dicky is Annoyed. “I think you'll find the beds Mrs. Ticer furnishes are very comfort- able,” 1 mepliod seda‘sly, keeping my eyes upon the curtain I was hem- ming. and making no move to rise. I had done all the machine work first, that T might 1ot disturb a sleeping family with its whir, and . now I was struggling with seemingly interminable stretches of handwork “What d'ye mean, you're going to stay down her and sew?” Dicky de- manded irritably. “If 1 get these draperies done for you tomorrow I shall have to sit up longer,) T explained a bit impatient- ly as I threaded my needle. “Oh, can the martyr stuff ! Dicly ‘retorted unpleasantly. “You've had most of the afternoon and all of the | evening, and you'll have all tomcr- row forenoon to do that stuff, and yet you're handing me a stall like that.” “We did not get back with tke sewing machine until after 5 o'clock.” I reminded him, “and tomorrow morning I have to meet Jim and Katie.” “Oh, you're determined to chain yourself to a stake and pour boiling | oil oyer your writhing body. I can see that!" he sneered. “Well, have it your own way, old dear, but it'l be a long time before I ask you an- other favor. He went huffly out of the room, while I herofcally resisted an im- pulse to crumple the draperies up in | & ball and hurl them after him. The next thing I had to combat were scli- pitying tears, but fostunately —my common sense and my sense of humor reminded me that Dicky not only did not mean a word he said but that In the morning he would have forgotten he said them, and if accused would strenuously and in- dignantly deny having uttered the words, and I bent to my sewing with a grim little smile at my husband's vagaries. A Welcome Arrival. When I set the last stitch and folded the shimmering stuff to put it away I was so sleepy that I could scarcely see it, and I was afraid that I would not waken on the hour I had mentally set myself, as I almost in- variably am able to do. But at 6 o'clock I sat bolt upright in bed. as if I had been suddenly Ivanized by an electric shock, and for a bewildered half-minute won- dered where I was, and what it was that was so depr & my spirits. As I gradually came to myself I realized with a shamefaced little smile at my own babyish fears, that the depres- sion of the day before because of my knowledge that my father and Allen Drake were to ~be engaged upon some mysterious and absorb- ing business of their own while Grace Draper was with us, was still with me But as I rose and dressed I made a strenuous effort to shake it off. Curiously enough, #t was the re- membrance that Katie and Jim were coming which changed depression in- to tranquil rellef. I had not known how much I depended upon these faithful, humble friends until I real- zed that the day which had just dawned would bring them to me. ““When is that first train?"” Mother Graham's voice-—subdued because of Junior, yet brisk and dominant— came to my ears from her doorway as soon as I closed my raom door behind me. I, suppressed a tiny -mile as I answered her, for I knew what her question betrayed. Despite her captious strictures upon Katie, <he depends upon her faithful serv- ice as much as I do, has missed her as sorely, and is as glad to welcome her back. “Ten o'clock,” I anewered. <he’ll hardly take that train, have to leave at 4 o'clock morning.” *“If it were her own moving you can bet she'd be stirring her stumps, but as it's your business, that's dif- ferent again!" I forced back-the hot retort which rose to my lips, for I did not wish to anger her on this day of Katie's home-coming. Mother Graham’s crankiness is to Katie what a lighted match is to a powder barrel, and I had no wish for an explosion. We ate breakfast amicably to- gether, though I had to bite my lips severa] times to keep back a defence of my loyal little maid. For Mother Graham's disappointment . that she was not to be expected before noon was venting itself in slighting re- marks about Katle’s loyalty. And then there came a shout fromn out- side, and we rushed to hte door o see a huge moving van with Katle perched upon the front seat of it. She had ridden out upon the load, and must have traveled ail night! “But She'd in the Unless otherwise noted, bureaus of the theater or att FINE VAUDEVILLE BILL, PALACE A very good vaudeville bill of Keith headliners opens an engagement at the Palace today for the balance of ‘the week. Loney Haskell, one of the finest monologists in vaudeville, ! well received. Other acts on program include Fred and Al Smith In a nov- elty offering; Rogers, Middleton & Rock in a variety number, and Mur- ray Kissen Co. in the comedy variety ftering, “The Barber of Seville.”” The eature photoplay presents Jack Pick- ford in “The Man Who Had Every- thing.” The cast Bonner and Lionel Belmore, PALACE W Today — Friday — Saturday Jack Pickford in “The Man Who Had Everything” KEITH VAUDEVILLE With Murray Kissen Co. in THE BARBER OF SEVILLE” LONEY HASKILL Rogers, Middleton & Rock Fred & Al Smith was includes’ Priscilla and the Thursday, Friday, Saturday Eugene O’Brien in Sealed Hearts VAUDEVILLE Faturing BROADWAY ECHOS Other Acts PR L, HOPE DIAMOND MYSTERY (Episode 1.) these notices are written by the press rictions with. which they Meal story deals with the novel means taken by a wealthy father te make a man of his spoiled son. APITOL, HARTFORD. Two of the brightest stars in vau- deville’s firmament are to be at the Capitol the last half of the week: Claire Whitney and Robert Emmett Keane in “The Gossipy Sex,” a dra- matization of Mrs. Grundy that for wit and humor is in the 100 per cent perfect class. Miss Whitney is a celebrity from movieland as well as from the legitimate stage, while Mr. Keane is a musical comedy favorite as well as a vaudeville headliner. In “What Every Woman Learns,” Enid Bennett, the Paiamount star, has the role of the woman who shoots her husband. Haig and LaVere, dians are “The Two Friends Who Can't Get Along,” the Garcinetti Brothers, from opposite sides of the stage, throw hats across, hitting each other’s heads at various raking angles, Melva Talma is the “Sunshine Girl” with peppy comedy galore, Black and White is a series of gymnastic feats by a couple of clever girls. musical come- A NEW BRITAIN BIRD STORE ALIVE OR FRESH KILLED BROILERS AND FOWLS Also the well known Purina Chicken | Chowder, Scratch, Chick and Pigeon Feed. All Norts of Fishing Tackle 105 ARCH ST., Tel. 1121-3 HARTFORD Today—Continuous ROBERT EMMETT KEANE and CLATRE WHITNEY in a miniature pla “THE GOSSIPY SE) Haig & Lavere, Melva Telma, |l || Garcinetti Bros., Black & White, | ENID BENNETT “WHAT EVERY WOMAN LEARNS” bluntly. Sarah and Orrin well as of the || face and tear-bedewcd eyes. NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, AUGUST 18, 1921. “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 homa of his niece, who is wife of Or- rin Peety, at Cardhaven, a fishing village, to spend his declining years. Whila not entirely welcome at tha Petty home, he i3 kept in ignorance of this fact because he apparently has not long to live and Mrs. Petty is his only living heir. He is supposed to have considerable mwney saved. Hia first day at the Petty homa he overhears a conversation between Pearl Holden, better known a3 “Pearly,” who was bound over to Or- rin Petty by the selectmen when her folks died and left her a charge on the town, and Tom Petty, his neice’s son. ¥ Tom confesses to Pearly that ha had gambled on the old threa shell and pea game at the cattle show in & nearby town and had lost not only his own money, but also nearly $25 belonging to the Ladies’ Aid, of which he was supposed to buy -a chapel lamp. Pearly offers to lend him tha money out of her savings. She has aln equal sum earned by picking ber- ries. “Cap'n Jonah'’ gets up early and gilves Tom a $20 bill, thereby reliev- ing Tom of his troubles. Joseph Helmtord secures lodging at Mrs. Petty’s after the closing of the Inn. For reasons, known to himself, “Cap'n Jonah’ wants to be known as a weal- thy man, so he and Cap'n Abe agree on a plan: “Pearly” 1is delighted with the books which Helmsford brings to his room, and are the one bright.spot in “Pearly’s’’ existence as a maid of all work. “Why don’t you get a place of your own, Cap'n Hand and take Pearly with you?” asked the storekeeper “I guess we could fix it with the town selectmen.” “Why, Mr. Silt,” said Cap'n Jonah‘] desperately, and cutting out ‘'Lip- halet - as intermediary, “I'll tell you the truth. When I first come here treated me fair enough. They thought, you see, I had a fortune.” “Hi-mighty!"" exclaimed the store- keeper, a light dawning on his face. “Ye don't mean to say—Why! Or- rin told us ye had money to burn. “'Twouldn’t make - much. of a smoke if I burned it all”’ said Cap'n Jonah dryly. “No, sir! What little tad I had when I landed here will soon be gone if I let Sarah Petty take it away from me at the rate she has been doin’.” He went on to tell of how voung girl was made to suffer, indignities upon himself of late. Cap'n Abe listened with full ap- preciation and sympathy. ‘Liphalet broke in to say: “I tell him if he could make them Pettys jest think he was rich—as they first thought— he could carry things with a high Make 'em treat Pearly better, the as heaped too. “Hi-mighty!” agreed Cap'n Abe. “It's a good p’int an well taken. Might be done. If that what ye want my advice on?” “Wel” said Cap'n Jonah, “Truitt sald you was a great feller for schemin’ out things.” Cap'n Abe smiled broadly. “How fur would you be willin' to go, Cap'n Hand?” he asked. “That's it!” ejaculated eagerly. \ d be willin’ to go purty far,” growled Cap’'n Jonah. “Whatever!” Cap’'n Abe slapped his knee smart- "Liphalet, “'Nough said!” he ejaculated. “Leave it to me, Cap’'n Hand. You come in again soon. I'll have some- thin' cooked up for ye, I don't Goubt.” “ o CHAPTER V. The Allegory. Among other news worlds, that of poetry was being revealed to Pearl Holden. Although by no means sen- timental, Joe Helmford had his bookshelves well supplied with the standard poets, as well as, with the works of many minor versifiers. When Helmford pointed out these volumes to her, she began to learn that ro- mance lay in other directions be- sides on the road of fiction. He watched her with something other than amusement behind his big 1ound glasses. Here was the bud- ding of a soul into new life. Helm- ford began dimly to realize that Pearl was no ordinary girl after all. Had she been born in a different environ- ment she would have eagerly ab- sorbed such learning and culture as might have been within her reach. One evening he read a few lines of Walt Whitman to her. Her sweet face was alive with interest. Her eyes glowed. Her figure palpitated before him. “Isn’'t it wonderful? tiful?” sighed Pearl, finished. Her hand outstretched for the book met his lightly as he released the volume. The touch thrilled them both. Helmford sat forward in his chair. A flush mounted from the turned-back neck of her simple gown and flooded all her throat and face. And at that instant, with their hands almost clasped, Tom Petty abruptly opened the door. “What did I tel. you, marm?" snarled the lout, as the startled pair sprang apart. ‘“Here she is.” Sarah Petty, her sharp face scem- ingly sharper than ever, thrust her- elf into the room before her son. “Pearl Holden. you march yourself down to the kitchen! I want to see you, my gal. No! Leave that book here. Go 'long, now, I tell you.” The girl went by her with flaming To be thus spoken to before Mr. Helmford Isn't it beau- when he had George Scully & Co.) seemed hard indeed to bear. Helmford arose promptly. His mild look was gone and his shell-rimmed i spectacles did not hide the sternness of his expression as he asked Tom: “Did you wish to see me for any- thing ?” “Naw. I don't want to see you,” sneered the scowling youth. “When next you come to my room, knock,” said Helmford. He turned his shoulder to them both and sat down again in his easy chair before the fire, picking up the book Pearl's siim fingers had so recently held. “Hoh!” ‘snorted the admonished Tom. But his mother pushed him out of the room and retired herselt without making the boarder any re- ply. Cap'n Jonah, nearly crippled under an attack of his rheumatism, hobbled downstairs next day in season for the noonday dinner. After the meal he insisted upon going out .of doors. Helmford went down the lane with the old mariner. S “Something of a squall last night,” muttered Cap'n Jonah in Helmford's ear. I mean the squall in the house.’ “Oh changed. “Sarah and them pickin’ on Pearly the way they've been doin' has got to be stopped.” “On!" “I had to put my foot down,” went on Cap'n Jonah, boldly. “She sha’'nt be brow-beaten no more. What I've got shall be that gal’'s when I'm dead an gone and then she sha'nt be be- holden to no Petty.” “Oh!” “Whatever!” exclaimed Cap'n Jo- nah, exasperated. “Ain’'t you got nothin’ but ‘O’s’ left inside you?” “Er—not much,” I guess, Cap'n Jonah. You take my breath away. Do you mean you are going to make Miss Pearl your heir?” “That's what I mean to do,” the old man said firmly. “I might do better willin® my property to Pearly than leaving it to Sarah Petty and her lout of a son. What do you think, Mr. Helmford?" “I—I do not feel myself qualified to advise, Cap'n Hand. It is a dell- cate matter,” said Helmford slowly, and left him at the highway. When Cap'n Jonah reached Abe Silt's store the usual loungers, en- circled the stove. They made room for him while the storekeeper him- self halted to warm his hands at the fire. “We're In for a spell of Jack Frost, Cap'n Jonah,” remarked Washy Gal- lup. “I shouldn’'t wonder! I shouldn't wonder!” agreed the mariner ad- dressed. But he gava little attention to the several greetings of the loung- ers. IIis mind was fixed upon the errand on which he had come. He desired greatly to get Cap'n Abe off into a corner and sound him upon the subject of “foolin’ them Pettys. Cap'n sAbe was his only hope. “It was jest such another spell of dry cold as this,™ began the store- keeper ruminatively, ‘“when Uncle Joe Hanna over to Freedom was turned out o’ house an’ home years ago by the sheriff.” ¢ The shuffling of feet, clearing of throats, and other indications of dis- taste for the expected yarn did not halt him at all. “Uncle Joe Hanna owned a leetle place where he’d lived all his life, and hs mortgaged it to Jonathan Cof- fin. Coffin was as hard as nalls, and his wife, Miz Coffin, was as hard as spikes. Hi-mighty! they was a pair. “Wal, when Uncle Joe Hanna got too old to work much he couldn’t keep up the int’rest on the mortgage. Uncle Joe might jest as well have grappled with death as to have Jona- than Coffin for a creditor. He was (urned out, hoss an’ foot, an’ didn't have a place to lay his head. Course, the neighbors took him in, turn an’ iurn about, and he was made com- fortabie. But Uncle Joe was proud, and he wanted his rights. “Ye see,” said Cap’'n Abe, “at that time Freedom didn't have no woor farm. So they begun boardin’ Uncle Joe around at the town expense. Plen- ty of folks would take him. Uncle Joe was partic'lar about his food. Nobody seemed to suit his appetite but Jonathan Coffin's wife herself. She was a master hand to cook; but as she said, what the selectmen al- lowed for Uncle Joe's up-keep didn't scurse pay for the grub he et. “But by an’' by everybody noticed how much nicer the Coffinses began to treat Uncle Joe. They took him to church in their buggy, and bought him tobacker, and a new suit o clo'es. And you could see him sit- ‘in’ out under the trees in the Cof- hnses’ front yard takin’' it easy, an' all. Folks began to say they’d never suspicioned what re'l kind-hearted people Jonathan Coffin and his wife was. They treated Uncle Joe lovely!" Cap'n Abe chuckl>d reflectively. “But the old mar died finally. They give nim a nice fui'ral.— Jonathan Coffin, they say, helped pay for the >xtrys. Hadn't had a pauper funeral n Freedom for two generations, so they just spread themselves. You'd a’ thought Jonathan an’ Miz Coffin had jost a close rel'tive. Then the week after Uncle Joe wag laid away, hey hustled down to Arad Peck, who was a lawyer, and took with ’em an 21d black satchel Uncle Joe had set sre’t store by. It seemed Uncle Joe had made a will in their favor, they’d reated him so nice, and in the satchel was all the old man’s private papers. “Wal, sir!” continued Cap'n Abe, smiling broadly, “on the face of 'em them jLapers made sut Uncle Joe Hanna to have been a regular miser. He'd inid away securities and deeds wuth « scand'lous amount. Hi-bighty! It struck Arad Peck all aback. \ “Then he begun to go through ‘em, (nd sift 'em out, and make compari- sons, and he found out them valu’bles \f Uncle Joe's was wuth jest a cent an’ a ha'f a pound. Waste paper brung a purty good price at that time.” Helmford's expression By Marian Hale. New York, Aug. 18.—Twenty im- ported hats for dollars! seventeen hundred That’s the auction price at which these chapeaux were knocked down at the recent Retail Milliners’ fall show. Two of the hats which caused the fashion experts to twist their necks after the models are those by Marie Louise and Jeanne Lanvin. The Lanvin hat is showy and start- ling. The Marie Louise esque and genteel. is pictur- Both are artistic DAILY FAGHION SERVICE | TWO OF 20 FALL HATS THAT BROUGHT $1700 and both have Parisian chick. - The Lanvin model is a development of the oriental turban. While we can scarcely fancy an oriental potentate wearing the particular lines in this stunning hat, the smart upstanding black aigrette in front adheres to the eastern idea. This turban is broad and the drap- ed, gray, metallized satin is brought over the sides in a Parisian rather than a Persian manner. The broad-brimmed hat of gracefiil lines is of canary-yellow crepe veiled with metallic thread lace. A large cockade with two rows of skunk adorns the front while skunk edges the brim. “Whatever!” ejaculated the single listener unfamiliar with the denoue- ment of the story. ‘“‘Wuthless?” *’Ceptin’ to the junkman’ chuckled Cap'n Abe. “Seems Uncle Joe had found them ancient and useless dockyments in an old safe he'd bought and cleaned out one time. But they sarved to gull the Coffinses nicely. Paid Jonathan up for overreachin’ Uncle Joe.” i Cap'n Abe went around behind the counter again and an audible sigh of relifef was expelled by most of his osudience. “See the p'int, Cap'n asked the storekeeper slyly. ‘“Whatever!” repeated Capn’ Jonah. “I sh’d say I do!" .o R CHAPTER VI The Strong Box. Perry Baker, the cadaverous ex- pressman had occasion a day or two later to pass Eliphalet Truitt's door. The ex-steward was pottering about 'his tiny front yard in the frosty air. “What ye got there?” he asked. “You can see all I've got. That barrel for Cap’'n Abe. And this here iron box for the Petty place.” “By Hannah!"” exclaimed the ex- steward with sudden interest, standing on tip-toe to peer into the wagon Lbody. ‘““That box? Who's it for?"” “Cap'n Jonah Hand. And b’lieve me,” added the expressman, almost in a whisper, “I'm keepin’ my eye on that, 'Liphalet. It was give me at the Paulmouth National bank. There was some talk of sendin’ the bank messenger along with me. There must be something mighty valu'ble in that box—an’ ’tis heavy as lead.” “By Hannah!” repeated 'Liphalet, in wonder. “If y want to know what I think,” continued Perry in the same cautious tone, “I b’lieve there’s money in that strong box They say Cap'n Jonah Hand is rich as cream! Like enough he is a-goin’ to count his money over to see just how much he's got. What's the matter, 'Liphalet?” “By Hannah!” he murmured. “I reckon Cdp'n Abe has cooked up somethin’ for Jonah Hand, just as he sald he would.” Tho expressman driving up the Pet- ty lane brought all the family save Cap’'n Jonah himself to the doors and windows. Even Joe Helmford peered out with interest to see the heavy steel box, fastened by two big brass pad- locks, lifted down from the wagon. “For Uncle Jonah? 1 want know!’” murmured Sarah Petty. “Goshamighty! From the bank? re- peated Orrin. * “Is he here?” asked Perry unim- portantly. “I've got to deliver it to Cap’'n Hand pusson’ly. An' this pack- et” he' added, drawing from his breast pocket an envelope well spot- ted with black sealing-wax. “He's up in his room,” said Orrin eagerly. \ _ “Better take it right up to Uncle Jonah, Perry,” Sarah observed, her hands and eye-brows both twitching. They stumbled up the crooked back stairs and found Cap'n Jonah ready for them with his door wide open. “Howdy, Mr. Baker,” he said, cor- dially, leaning on his gold-headed cane in the middle of his poor room, “ Set that chist right here by the win- der. Now the keys. Yep, I'll sign your receipt. He eigned his namc to the paper and paid Perry his fee. Tom lingered Hand?” to at the door of the room, his eyes like knobs. The expressman fell over the lout as’ he retreatdd and pushed him down the stairs ahead of him. At dinner Cap’'n Jonah never men- tioned the mystery. But he seemed more cheerful than of late. To Pearl he was always kind—even fatherly. He and Mr. Helmford chatted most companionably. The three Pettys felt themselves rather out of it. The cap- taln was already “paying 'em back. The more Orrin fidgeted, and Sarah held heréelf in by main force; the more cheerful Cap'n Jonah grew. New York Gouraud's ! Oriental Cream There was a settled seriousness in Joe Helmford’s manner that the cap- tain did not notice. Only Pearl saw this. He had been uniformly kind to her since the evening Sarah Petty had driven Pearl so ignominiously from his room. But they had never renewed the intimacy which preceded that unfortunate occasion. The Helmfords were a large fam- ily, and after his education was given him there was no money in the family exchequer for Joe Helmford. He must earn £11 he ever expected to have; and for his work as government ex- pert in ichthyology he was not gen- erously paid. Had the girl been just what she seemed to be when Helmford first ob- tained a better understanding of her character and its possibilities for de- velopment, he might have safely con- sidered attempting the winning of Pearl Holden. But along had come Cap'n Jonah with his phenomenal fortune and now it would be too bald a thing, the young man told himself, to pay court to the girl. An incident soon occurred which brought to a conclusion Joe Helm- ford’s uncertainties and Pearl's un- fulfilled expectations. It was prayer and conference meet- ing night. Pearl had been to chapel and was returning alone along the Shell road, when Helmford overtook her. A strong, salt-savored gale blew from the sea, and this, getting under her cape, ballooned the garment under such pressure that she was all but carried off her feet. & e To please old dog Spot Johnnie Green had only to ask him this ques- tion: “Want to go hunting, Spot?” ‘When he heard that, Spot would leave anything he happened to be doing, or give up anything he had intended to do. Perhaps he had ex- pected to dig up and gnaw a choice bone that he had buried somewhere. It might be that he had been plan- ning to chase the cat, or tease Turkey Johnnie Green missed the bird. Proudfoot in order to hear him gob: ble. There wasn't one of those pleas: ures that Spot wouldn': gladly forgo for the sake of going hunting with Johnnie Green. When Johnnie Green's father first ave him a shotgun Spot went al- most frantic with delight. And they ost no time in starting for the woods. fohnnie Green trudged up the lane with the gun on his shoulder, while Spot ran on ahead of him, return- ing now and then as if to urge John- nrie to hurry. They hadn’t been long in the woods vhen Spot suddenly stood still and »ointed ahead of him with his nose. Try as he would, Johnnie couldn't e what Spot was pointing at. So he took a few steps forward until he -ame abreast of the old dog. Then 1l at once there was a rumbling whir that sounded to Johnnie Green al- most as loud as thunder. A brown- sh streak flashed from the ground ust ahead of him. He knew that it was a grouse ris- ng. And he fired. Johnnie Green missed the bird. It had given him “To the rescue!” cried Helmford cheerfully; and seized her. She clung to him until the gust was past, and he beat down the voluminous cape, passing one arm around her slight figure to do so. They stood there for a moment, laughing, Pearl clinging to him and HelmZford half embracing her, wher a burly flure burst throuh the hedge right beside the Petty lane. “Hey, you! I've caught you, ain't I? I've a mind to break every bone in your body, Joe Helmfory Helmford wheeled to face Tom Pet- ty. His eyes behind his big glasses sparkled angrily. “You get up to the Holden!" cried Tom. feller what's what. You can see what he wants, all right. He thinks Uncle Jonah is going to will you all his money and he’d marry you for it.” Helmford flashed a sudden glance at the cowering girl “Yes, Miss Pearl,” he said, “do go into the house. I am sorry this oc- curred. But I guarantee another such incident will never happen.” Tom made a dash al him. He had held a club behind his back, which neither Helmford nor the girl had perceived. Helmford ducked and the blow overreached. In coming to close quarters Helmford delivered a swift and able punch which landed solidly on Tom Petty's neck. house, Pearl “I'll show this (Continued in Tomorrow's Herald.) ME TALES CTradomach Mepistered > such a start that he was still shak- ing long afterward. He was disap- pointed, but not less downcast than old Spot. ““Never mind, old boy,” Johnnie said, “we’ll have better luck next time.” But they didn't. Twice more that same thing happened. And after the third miss old dog Spot turned tail and ran away. “I don't sée what's the matter with that boy,” he muttered. “I've pointed three birds for him and he has let every one of them get away. There's no fun in that kind of shooting.” After that Johnnie couldn't get Spot to go into the woods with him. Whenever Johnnie appeared in the vard with his gun Spot promptly van- ished. So Johnnie spent a good deal of time shooting at old tin cans which he set on a fence post or a stone- wall. And it wasn't long before he found he could hit them at every shot. 3 At iast he came home from the woods one day with a grouse. Whea he showed it to Spot the old dog actually began teasing him to =zo hunting. The next day they set out to- gether for the woods and Johnanie knocked down the very first grousa that Spot found for him. Spot brought the bird to Johnnie and laid it proudly at his feet. “Did Johnnie Green ever give you any of the birds that you find for him?" Miss Kitty Cat inquired when Spot was boasting a bit about the sport he and Johnnie had in the woods. “No,” she said, unswering her own question. “You're silly to hunt for him. I pre- fer to do my hunting alone. Then nobody can take the game away from me."” Old dog Spot walke: her, to the barn. “Miss Kitty Cat doesn’t know what rcal hunting is.” he told the old horse Ebenezer. “‘She creeps up on small birds after dark, -whern they are asleep.” “And you creep up on big birds in the daytime,’ said old “Ebenezer. “so Johnnie Green can shoot them. Being a sporting dog. Spot couldn't see anything queer in that remark. “Certainly!” he said. away from (Copyright 1921 by The Metropolitan Newspaper Service.) Tomorrow—Why Old Dog Spot Walked Round and Round the Farm- house. i i -