New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 19, 1921, Page 4

i HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison ’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife I3 ] ‘Why Mother Graham Insister Thal!dnd I' 1 have some breakfast ready in Junior “Is Psychic.” “Oh, Missis Graham! My Missis Gra- bam! Oh! I so glad to see you!™ Katie fairly tumbled from the high seat of the huge moving van before the slower Jim or the driver of the van could come to her assistarice, flew to me and hugged me ecstaticall “I am just as glad to sce you, Katie,” I returntd armly “But, child, you must have ridden on that loal all night! Aren’t you te by tirea?"” Katie laughed joyously. “Vot's dot vord tired?” she demand- ed with the unconscious impertinence that in another girl would be unbear- abie, but which Dicky and 1 bave come to regard as rather a picturesque ory of our little maid’s person- aluty. “I no can spell dot,” she went on “I go to vork now, but I bet tonight cime eght-nne o'clock, me and dot Jeems hit dot hay and sleep so fast.” She turned to Jim, who had de- scended fro mthe load in s ower and more dignified fashion, to grin at him provocatively. His .answerfng smile was full of the same good-natured af- fectionte tolerance with which he has regarded his volatile, tempestuous lit- tie wife ever since their wedding day. “Goo¢ morning, Mrs. Graham,” he said, takikng my proffered hand with shy dignity. “Don’t worry about Katie. We didn't start until after midnight so we had a pretty sood sleep before leaving, and she cured up on a mattress on the load and Pt most of the time out here.” Dot no such ting!” Katie declared indignantly. “I go back on dot mat- iress because you and Tom say seat 36 crowded Tom can't drive so good but I no sleep more dan two, three minutes all night. I hear everythings yeu say; you put dot in your pipe and smoke eet up.” Across Katie’s unconscious head I flashed a reassuring, comprehending staile to Jom, who was obviously em- barrassed at Katie’s unequivocal de nal of his statement I knew, of course, whot had happened. Katie bad determined to martyrize herself by sitting up all night. Jim and the driver, Tom, whom I recognized as the Lusband of Jim's sister, had ‘entered o a kindly little conspiracy to in- duce her to lie down, and she had, in- deed, slept through the ourney. Her fresh color and bright eves belied her vlnim for a sleep ess night. But wild would never have drawn the n fro mKatie What Junior Demanded. “Well, if you're not sleepy, Katie, vou must be hungr I said pacific- ally. “So come in and meet Mrs. Ticer. I know she will fix you up some breakfast.” ‘She won’'t have to come inside to 1'eet me,” Mrs. Ticer's cordial voice replied I'm right here behind you, a Jiffy.” shook hands with the three strangers as I introduced them, mak ing them welcome in her genuine. wholesome fashion, and bore Katie off 1doors that she might bathe her face and hands and freshen her costume, consizning the two men to her hus- band's mercies, all in a capable, un- hurried minute. As 1 followed them indoors, heard ie's excited shatter and Mrs Ticer's more measured tones, I sur- nmised that the two women, of such widely differing temperaments were foring one of the sudden friendships which lonely women sometimes in- dulge in, and was glad for the sake «f both With a ittle apprehensive start 1 looked around for Mother Graham. 1 kcew that she had followed me to the porch and had witnessed Katie's im- pulsive descent from the load. But I had not seen her since. Had she been angered because of Katie's affectionate ate greeting to me? I had witnessed similar exhibitions of temper on likz occasions, recognizing that the basic reason for them is a subconscious .calousy that the girl should care so much more for me than she roes for her. I gave a weary little sigh. I felt in ne mood to take up asgain the roe of buffer between my mother-n-law’s iouchiness and my little maid's tem- per, which always has been mine. But cven as I began to pity myself in gen- uine martyr fashion I heard my mother-in-law’s voice, subdued, a bit excited. 7 Margaret! Come up here'” I ascended the stairs rapidly to d Junior dancing up and down in s crib and demanding “Tatie. Dooner wants Tatie.” “I tell you, Margaret, that child is psyche,” she said excitedly. “Here he has no idea that Katie is anywhere in e neighborhood and he wakens our of a sound sleep demanding her.” “Tatie! Tatie! 1 prudently refrained from remind- ing her that we al talked before the child of Katie's coming, then I took advantage of her good nature—my evidence of Junior's precocity puts her in seventh heaven of amiability— to dress the child and hurry him down stairs to see the girl who adores him “Tatie! Tatie!'"™ he called as I placed him stealthily behind her. She whirled rushed toward him, clapped her hands to her head and she saw his bandaged arm and head, then knelt before him, encircling his litt e body tenderly and carefully. “Oh, my babee! Vot dey do to my¥ babee while Katie gone Never mind IKatie not go vay any more. You stay by Katie. Nothings get you.” And, motherlike, 1 revelled in the assurance. Unless otherwise noted, these notices are written by the press burcaus of the theater or attrictions with which they Aew FINE BILL AT PALAC An exceptionally fine bill is now playing at the Palace for the balance of the week. Loney Haskell, one of the best monologists in vaudeville, has a fine iine of comedy and material that'is the hit of the show. Murray Kissen & Co., presents “The Barber of Seville,” a comedy offering with good singing; Fred and Al Smith of- fer, on2 of the neatest and cleverest gymnast acts seen here in some time; and Roge Middleton and Rock, of- fer a pleasing singing and dancing,of- fering. The feature photoplay presents Jack Pickford in a new production, *“The Man Who Had Everythin a fine drama of a wealthy man who PALACE NOW PLAYING Jack Pickford in “The Man Who Had Everything” KEITH VAUDEVILLE With Murray Kissen Co. in LONEY HASKILL Rogers, Middleton & Rock Fred & Al Smith tried to make a man out of his way- ward scn. He tries several queer ways that injects a comedy vein occa- onally throughout the picture. An exceptionally good cast supgcrts Mr. Pickford, among which is Lionel Bel- more the famous character actor. BIG VAUDEVILLE PROGRAM The vaudeville program at the Ly- ceum the last half of this week is very strong in comparison to the usual program. Kew Tow Comedy Four head the program ith their songs. Manning & Lee, the blue killers, can surely make you forget ail your troubles fov the time they are on the stage. They have a very pleasinz and laughing skit to enter- t4in everybody. Prof. Herman, the magical illusionist, kept them guess- ing all of the time. Al Fox, late of a little comedy skit, “Line’'s Busy.” Neff & Verder do a very pleasing act Euagene O’Brien opened a three days’ ‘Sealed Hearts.” The picture is 2 the father and son love the same li is the most striking and forceful part the star has had. CASTORIA For Infants and Children i InUse ForOver 30 Years AT THE LYCEUM. the George White'e Scandal, presents cngagement in his lutest picture, ama of complicated love, in which veung woman dnd exemplifies forcibly the eternal triumph of youth over age. NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, FRIDAY, AUGUST 19 Copyright, 1919, by (Continued from Yesterday's Herald.) Captain Jonah Hand, aged skipper, gives up the sea and comes to the home of his niece, who is wife of Or- rin Peety, at Cardhaven, a fishing village, to spend his declining years. While not entirely welcome at tha Petty home, he is 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 meney saved. His Yirst day at the Petty homa he overheara a conversation between Pearl Holden, better known as “Pearly,” who was bound over to Or- rin Petty by the selectman when her folks died ‘and left her a charge on the town, and Aom Petty, his neice’s son. Tom confesses to Pearly that he had gambled on the old three shell and pea game at the cattle shoy in a nearby town and nad 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 the money out of her savings. She has an equal sum earned by picking ber- ries. “Cap'n Jonah” gets up early and gives Tom a $20 bill, thereby reliev- ing Tom of his troubles. Joseph Helmsford 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” is delighted with the books which Helmsford brings to his room, and are the oae bright spot in “Pearly’s’” existence as a maid of all work. A muysterious iron box is delivered to the Petty home consigned to Cap- tain Jonah. This, naturally, gives rise to the impression that Captain Jonah's fortune is confined to the strong box. The Petty's treat Pearly so badly that Captain Jonah begins to threaten to take a hand. Pearly is walking a country road with Joe Helmsford, a border at the Petty home one day when she is confronted by Tom Petty who insolently orders her to the house. A quarrel between the two men leads to blows, during which Petty comes out second best. The youth went down upon the frozen ground like a felled ox. He was dazed by the collision of the back of his head with the hard earth. Helmford stepped over him and led Pearl away with a firm hand under ner elbow. She was sobbing. Tne young man felt that there was nothing he could say. So they reached the house without a word being spoken between them. Tom had picked himself up and was following at a distance. Pearl ran up to her room. Helmford waited in the kitchen with Sarah and Orrin until Tom came in. ) He had something to say, and there Was snap to it. “This son of yours,’ he concluded, particularly addressing Sarah Petty, “is impossible. You abetted him on a previous occasion when you rudely entered my room and spoke as you did to a guest of mine. Now this fellow accuses me of a most vulgar interest in Miss Pearl. These out- breaks, I can plainly see, will occur with more frequency if I remain. You are paid to the end of the week, Mrs. Petty. 1 will go tomorrow morning.” He waited for no argument, but went up to his room. Before break- fast he was gone, and that afternoon Perry Baker stopped for his trunk and boxes. “He's got board with the Widder Weth'rel and her darters t'other side of Cardhaven,” said the gossipy Perry. PO CHAPTER VIIL. The Gale. ‘Liphalet Truitt had almost shut himself up in his little box of a house during the last few days. He shunned his fellowmen—even Cap'n Jonah with whom he had been friendly until recently—like any hermit. And here it was the morning of the day before Christmas. It was a cold morning. The lons- promised gale out of the northeast was driving the snow and sleet against the windows with a ‘“‘whish! whish™ like the sound of fretful waves along the sands. The snow squalls, driven in from the far-flung sca-line, burst like bomb-shells along the shore, then swept inland in clouds of fine snow-spray. He ventured into the partially shel- tered porch to view the snowy world. The road was deserted; but he pre- sumed the committee would by and by gather at the chapel to hang the Christmas greens. He pulled the battered southwester over his ears and reached for the key to the chapel door. The women ““Cap’n Jonah’s Fortune” By JAMES A. COOPER Cape Cod Folks and Their Adventures. George Scully & Co.) borly. turn for the Portugee,” grum- bled Liphalet. ¢ "Sue’s gone over,” Doctor Ambrose isaid, jerking his black bag out from under the seat of the stalled ear. “She ain’'t gone to old Montevedo’s shack alone?” demanded 'Liphalet. “The gale 'ud along the sand cliffs, let alone a frail woman. Ha'!' I should think vou'd have some sense.” “It seems I haven’t,” responded the doctor coolly. “I reckon Sue can take care of herself,” and he start- ed off. "Liphalet retired to the kitchen and stoked the fire. “Thank the good Lord, he said, “I can stay b’low 'stead of goin’ aloft in this weather. Bein' neighborly and charitable is all right, but charity be- gins at home. And by Hannah! that’s where Sue Ambrose ought to be this minute.” He jumped up suddenly at this thought. He could not sit content with the thought of Miss Sue facing this gale along the sand cliff beyond the Point. There the surfmen’s beaten path on the edge of the high bank was often bitten out in savage mouthfuls by the wolfish breakers. The would be run- H high, 'Liphalet knew, with this gale. It was a long walk to the old shack of Suz Monteyer's in any weather. The surfmen from the life- saving station had no love for that path in an ugly blow like this, or on a dark night in any case. The snow, too, was blinding. 'Liphalet proceeded to button him- self into a thick pilot coat, tucked his trousers into sea boots, buckled the strap of his southwester under his jaw, and plunged into the seething gale. There was not a soul on the road The storm was so blinding that he did not seek to cut across lots and save steps. On the bare cliff, the full force of the wind-driven sleet struck him. He fairly had to crouch turning a shoulder to the wind. Here the out- thrust of the land gave the storm a weep across the brow of the cliff l\vhil(’ the breakers, charging in from the open sea, flung themselves raven- ously against the crumbling wall of sand and olay—an unstable barrier at best. It did not seem as though any woman could successfully face such a gale on the cliff path. The pros- pect was one to make the strongest man turn back. Thene came a momentary lull. The sweeping snow parted like a curtain. It fled away over the cliff, and for a space 'Liphalet couid see for sobe distance along the path. Was that a snow wraith hovering there on the brow of the high bank? Or was it a human figure which, the next momen, was swallowed in the snow curtain? Liphalet, vastly dis- turbed by this uncertain specter in the storm, plunged into it himself again and pressed ahead. On this storm-pelted morning, when most wise folks kept indoors Joe Helmford could .not be content in his warm ‘and cozy quarters at Mrs. eWthrell's. In the first place, he was expecting something at the post of- fice which Noah Coffin should have brought the night before on his stage. Helmford had sent for the article in question as soon as Miss Sue had asked him to help decorate the Mar- iner’s chapel for the Christmas en- tertainment. Now he plodded through the beating storm in a very different mood from that which he had ex- pected to enoy when his purchase ar- rived. The postmaster passed it out to him, but Helmford did not turn back toward his boarding place; instead, with the light but bulky box under his arm, he faced the gale and forced his way through it to the Shell road neighborhood. When he got to Sliphalet Truitt's he saw the doctor's automobile stalled outside the fence. “Can it be that Liphalet is ill?” thought Helmford. The kitchen door was unfastened as usual. He peered in and shouted for 'Liphalet, receiving no answer. Then, knowing as did everybody in the community, where the chapel key was kept, he ran his hand along the clapboards and found the The key was there. Then, thought Helmford, he was the first the decorating committee to ar- He took down the key and kept on to the vestry door. The dead chill of the place struck him as he en- “Wonder what's happened to Mr. Truitt,” Helmford thought. The fire was laid in the heater, and the young man had it roaring. The piles of greens were ready for the workers; but nohody arrived. tlelmford opened the box he had rought from the post office. In it was as fine a bough of mistletoe as he had ever scen. It had been sent him from Boston by parcel post When he had sent for this bit of DAILY FASHION SERVICE, GRANDMA PANTALETTES — ABBREVIATED By Marian Hale. New York, Aug. 19.—Of course,, the kiddies can’t wear ankle-length pan- talettes like their greatgrandmothers did. Nevertheless, they Jjust can’t help keeping up with that back-to-great- grandmother fashion tendency. Never has the pantalette been de- veloped in such dalnty and ornate fashions as those the little folks of today are wearing. While the Pari- sian decree for their elders has been “skirts longer,” the edict for the small miss has been *skirts shorter.”’ to show the panties. A real “confection” is the Pidgy panty frock of pink crepe in soft tiers of ruffles. The panties, too, are be- ruffled and beflowered. And the chil- dren love to show them beneath the short frocks which reach far above the knee. Another Pidgy panty frock for a tiny girl is so beruffled it lcoks like a yellow rose. The French school girl isn't the only one to wear black aprons. The Sassy Jane apron of black silk with Zay designs of contracting col- ors is one of the Iittle girl's most popular dresses. With these are worn the full, tight-banded panties like blocmers. pletely clouded by the frozen sleet. ““Wal, Cap'n Hand, how goes the battle?” asked the storekeeper. “How does it seem to be a millionaire, or thereabout?” Cap'n Jonah took a huge pinch of snuff. “Whatever!” he almost groaned. “It ain’t no laughin’ matter, Mr. Silt, this here tryin' to make folks think you air something you ain't.” “‘Sure-ly,” interposed Cap’'n Abe, “’tain’t no trick to fool Sarah and Orrin Petty. They air only too will- in’ to fool themselves. If you had a hundred thousan’ dollars—" “I'd give half of it to get out o’ the mess I'm in,” snapped Cap'n Jonah. “You don’t know what it means, Mr. Silt, to be foolin’ your iriends, as well as those you don’t keer a jasper for. This foolin’ Pear- ly an’ young Helmford an’ even Cap'n Beecher and Miss Sue and the doc an’ all, does go against the grain. If them bonds ad sheer certificates I showed that half-baked boy of Sarah Petty's was real, instead of phony, and I was rich ’stead of scurcely havin’ a cent to bless myself with, I'd be the happiest man alive, I do guess. But as ’tis—" He spoke earnestly, and he meant it, did Cap’'n Jonah. He was never cut out for a deceitful man, and the strain of the hateful situation was telling on him. Cap'n Abe was called to the rear premises before he could ‘make reply to the troubled captain. The latter drifted back into the radiance of the stove’'s warmth. Then out of the park pocket be- | tween soap boxes and sugar barrels at the end of the counter rose up a figure, the presence of which neither of the old men suspected. There was a door into the side hall of Cap'n Abe's house right there. The eavesdropper. opened this soft- ly and passed through unobserved. He was Tom Petty. 'Liphalet Truitt reached the shack of Suz Montevedo, the Portuguese isherman, and learned from him that Miss Sue had been there for more than an hour. She had tidied up the shack, cooked some food for the man, and left more, with a cooling drink and the doctor’s medicine within his reach. She had promised fto come again on the morrow. ‘“How long since Miss Sue left here, Suz?” demanded ‘'Liphalet. ‘‘Seems like I ought to've met her.” “‘She be gone twenty minuytes—not more."” “Twenty minutes? Nonsense!" caculated 'Liphalet. “I was all that comin’ along the cliff. I didn’t see nary sign of her. Twenty minutes ago? Are you sure, Suz :Os, yes, Mist’' Life. Sure as sure,” said the fisherman. “It seemed she had scaorcely closed the door when vou opened it.” The other said no further word, and he stood not on the order of his going. He plunged out of the shack into the gale with a stricture about his heart that was positively painful. Twenty minutes before he had been at the beginning of the patrol path. Throush a rift in the curtain of sleet he- had seen faintly that wraith, or figure, staggering for an instant on the verge of the cliff. He whirled suddenly, with a p: er upon his lips, and dashed into the shed adoining Sub Montevedo’'s cot- tage. There upon a wooden peg hung the coil of line he had seen the fisherman purchase at Cap'n Abe's store u week ago. In the corner stood a heav bar. He flung the coil of rope over his head and one shoulder, and thus burdened, staggered out into the storm again. The wind was really BY ARTHUR SCOTT“ BAILEY: v nis MISSING HIS MASTER. Johnnie Green went visiting summer, after hay to old dog Spot’ did not take him on this journey. But it was not Spot’s fault that he was Had he not been shut up in the harness room in the barn wied Johnnie drove Zbenezer out of the yard Spot would have followed beneath the buggy. It was hours before Farmer Green When Farmer Green the door of the g was done. Much left at home. the old horse set Spot free. at last flung open harness room Spot rushed out into the road. row he couldn’t Ebenezer's track. To his sor- smell a trace i ? s o4 dog Spot had no appetite., horses had passed by the house since morning that Spot couldn’t even tell which way Ebenezer had gone. In desperation Spot ran up the road Then he turned around and down the hill as far as the grist- a little way. time he reached the mill pond Spot gave up the chase it was hopeless. several of Johnnie swimming in the pond he joined them. water was just cool as ever. But somehow Spot didn't pleasant as He missed John- swimming always had before. nie Green. there that gave Spot the romping with him that Johnnie Green gave while Spot shook himself rmer Green's homesick. But when the house somehow It was terribly and trotted felt worse than ever. everybody Farmer Green and the hired in the fields. house—too v to stop and talk with old Spot. “It's frightfully wish somebody shout.” And just to break the silence his nose and man were work cheerful noise that he made, for he only succeeded in giving a mournful howl. worn a path in the grass, all the way around the farmhouse. When Farmer Green noticed it he didn't scold Spot. He patted his head and said, *“cheer up, old boy” Johnnie'll be back one of these days.” 0ld dog Spot wagged his tail feebly. But it was Laid to wait “It wouldn't be so bad,” Le said to himself, “if there was only some- body to play with. If there was a puppy here on the farra I'd have some one that would be rcady to romp whenever I felt iike it. And then Johnnie could g5 away visiting every summer and [ wonldn't miss him half as much.” Spot forgot that a puppy wouldn’t stay a puppy forever. (Copyright 1921 By The Metropolitan Newspaper Service). Y ] Tomorrow—Johnnie Green Brings Home a Surprise, Which Keeps Spot Too Busy. Sisget Don't let the late vegetables g0 to waste. Make mixed pickle or a canned vegetable chowder of them. And if vou must market for vour vegetables remember the dress that was made of a remnant of this and a rempant of that and pick up your green stuffs in the same way. Mived Pickles quart small white onions quart sliced green tomatoes. large caulifiower green peppers quart lima beans quart string beans head celery quart chopped cucumbers quarts water cups salt cup flour tablespoons mustard tablespoon tumeric cup sugar quarts vinegar Make a brine of the salt an water and pour over all the prepared vege- table except the lima beans, celery and string beans. Let stand 24 hours. Add beans and celery and heat enough to scald. Drain and throw away liquid. Mix flour, mustard and tumeric with enough vinegar to make a thin pasta. Add sugar and remaining vinegar. Boil until the mixture thickens. Add vege- tables and scald thoroughly. Put into sterilized glass jat and seal. Cucumbers have a way of hiding under the leaves and ripening in spite of the most alert cucumber gatherer. But ripe cucumbers make a very good “chowchow,” so salvage them and keep on pickli; 19 1 ) 10 e f i o | ade Spot gloomier than Ripe Cucumber Chowchow | Always bears b D OO & o cheoress | Christmas decoration he had scarce- |an aid to him, for it was at first al-|%ad sound made Spot == ([ Rive Cucnmber Chow JACKIE COOGAN Next Week W@ the m‘ R “*11v borne Pearl in mind. There was|most directly at his back. It thrustever. : audience room if he did not step e lhote 3 furione !} “Well,” he muttered, “there’s noth-| 1 medium sized head of cabbage Signature of e ST g comething more in the significance of |him, on burden and all, at a s 1 Guziat) siiail onions Then, with the key in his hand 2 i cay |that choice bone that 1 buried in| 1-2 pound celery seed he stopped, suddenly venting another thrilled even now at the thought |[edge of the cliff, and he fought away 1-4 pound mustard seed 5 L 5 f . e girls : lips with | from that. How could Sue have kept|the orchard last week.” & ision. “Christ- ng the girls downy lip b Sk . 5 1 pound sugar SROrliof disenntiand derision t::“;‘" his own. tnder the benison of the |her fect against such a tempest? 'Lip-| He found the bone where he had| J ROURS SUEEF i sl:\teringerl % like mothing so|Christmas bough. halet Truitt groaned again. hidden it. Yet it did not look half A s last 1 g s s : S . cov-| 2 rep peppers ok L i B Ny He arrived at the spot where he “I_Ql;"i"““\’:;h L ';::’v ““““bc‘}gmi‘le ot and take out sesds’ of cu- next brought ihe ex-steward to his{ There scemed to be a lull in the [believed the doctor’s sister had come | *ved it with €t & Fevf COWS D€ OREEE cumbers. Chop. Quarter and chop cab- door and that before mid-forenoon. bout mid-forenoon, and Cap'n|to srief. The snow and wind weref, = % "G hole and pawed the dirt|Page. Slice onions. Sprinkle cucam- He knew the voice of Doctor Am-|Jonah, who did not read much and|Poth increasing in intensity. He could ] s8e® /% (25 OR, M 0o te 0 ad no |Pers. onions and cabbage with salt iy b e 1 small means of self entertain-|See nothing at a distance of two [2Uer 1 f T and let stand over night. Remove good physician was at the gate. The |ment, bundled up in oils and south- |vards. Nevertheless, he was assured il syt in anything, |Seeds from peppers and chop. Add cranky mechanism of his car had |wester and ventured forth. Although |Of his position. Here was where he 3 sy he observed mobody on the road, he |had seen that mysterious spectral fig- he mistletoe than a mere pleasantry. [pace. But its cant was toward the |ing else to do, so I'll go and dig up Now Playing Eugene O’Brien §| Sealed Hearts VAUDEVILLE Featuring KEW TOW COMEDY FOUR. SHAYNE & CLARK. HERMAN & CO. "F & VEDDER. AL FOX. MANNING & LEE Hope Diamond Mystery No. 1. l s 3 5 o ApAINE | with celery and mustard seeds to veg- ‘\l" o tche L v might |ctables. Heat sugar and vinegar to the chasing w A e cow mig iling point. When lukew: e coaaaal ailllasy |POLIRE oot arm pour HARTFORD ‘ e lan ixture. - ROBERT EMMETT KEANE ||| present)’ the doctor said jerkily, asfof the store and lifted the doorlatch — ’\m e o || Qyniveestablegmini iy Eek staxd ua | i Today—Continuous v “Can’t stop to fool with her atffound when he stumbled up the steps|'re in the storm. I e 4 : Ao 5 1erettltil cold. Put in preserving kettle and and Liphalet reached the scene. that Cap’'n Abe w not left even on them. He didn't EYOUEESL RO 5 Tour into sterilized glass jars out of teasing Miss Kitty Cat e Strangest of all. he couldn’t find, ;. any comfort in lyinz down for 2 quiet nap. The moment he tried to pass the time away in that fashion he be (Continued in Tomorrow's Herald.) CLAIRE WHITNEY due at Carey Payne's right now this blusecrous day without his com- in a miniature play oldest has got pneumonia sure’s you'rc | pany of habitual loungers. beans. sweet corn and to- {matces are delicio canned as a Chowder. TFach vegetable should be blanched ‘and cold dipped separately, zan 1o think about Johnnie Green.ombined in the cans and the whole and what a nice boy he was. And|proiessed for three hours. Ure 1 cup then he would get ap and walk ipeans, 1 cup corn and 2 cups tomatoes. avound and around the house. Hour |One' teaspoon salt to each quart. (fter hour Spot spent in that fashion It wasn't many days beforc he had | “THE GOSSIPY SEX" I{a foot high, 'Liphalet. I've been over For once Cap'n Abe got a laugh , | | |! | | [ aEiconarey sex U Fleee I bl e i b g0t x 1eush| Qperations Unnecessary ] Garcinetti Bros., Black & White. ||| Beaches. He's got a relapse of his v a stories. 3ut Cap'n Jonah Dr. Leonhardt says Hem-Roids ENID BENNETT ||inflammatory rheumatism. Can’t 1itt Jwas in a serious mood. He followed | should completely relicve any form of —in— y a hand nor foot, and nobody to do|the storckeeper to the end of the Piles. It gives quick action even in “WHAT EVERY it for him.” ounter where he was tying up pack-|old stubborn cases. It's an internal WOMAN LEARNS” | “Some o these fool women that'll |ages of sugar ready for prompt de- | trcatmert that removes the cause. be playin’ there in the church by an’fiivery. It was dark at this end of Clark and Brainerd sells and guar- J by 'ud much better be doin’ a neigh- fthe store, for the windows were com- antees it. — Next Week — Review of Reviews. R, e ————————— —— (Copyright 1921 by Newspapee Enterprise).