New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 20, 1921, Page 4

HOLDING A HUSBAND | Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife The Way Katie Banished Worry From Madge's Mind that Katie From the minute ar- rived. Junior her adoring shadow. It seemed too absurd think that a child so young should remember anything so vividly as he evidently did the devoted woman who had given him the place in her heart which her own child would have occupied if it had lived. But I had purposely kept memories her alive in his baby mind while we were down uth. And twice a week while we wére sone had come pic- ture postal cards addres: to Junior with loving messages from the loyal girl which I had read to him to his ecstatic delight. All this first day of their reunion, Junior followed her around as if he were an affectionate little puppy, and it was only until he was safely in bed for his late forenoon nap that I found an opportunity to take Katie over to the Dacey farmhouse. There Mrs. Ticer and Jerry, having finished the cleaning of the rooms which Katie and Jim were to occupy, were busily engaged with Sam Ticer in ‘transforming the old corncrib into a studio for Dicky. The older Ticer— who includes carpentry among the trades of which he is jack but no master—had cut window spaces of standard half-window size all around the old structure, and was coverinz them with screening. “You kin git those you want, from a place over at Easthampton,” he had explainad, and I can put ’em on hinges and attach ’em by cords to hooks in ihe roof above. Then yoa won't never need to bother with 'em unless it rains, and they won't take a minute to lower if it does.” As we came up, Dicky hurried to- ward us. His coat was off, his shirt sleeves turned up, his hair dishevelled while a smudge of black across his face completed a picture at which 1 gazed, im astonishment. Dicky is most fastidious about his personal appearance, and he is undeniably in- dolent about any physical labor. Yet he had every appearance of enjoy- ing himself immensely. Dicky’s Inquiry. “What do you think of this, old dear " he demanded. “Sam tells me that these bushes around this thing are pink climbing roses, and that among them the morning-glory vines Can you imagine anything nifty than that? Well, Katie! do you like your new home?” He had shifted the inquiry to Katie with dispatch, and well I knew the reason for M To my faithful, tempestuous little maid, this her: first inspection of the new home. was an event of the utmost impor- tance, and I had seen—as I ~knew had Dicky also—her face redden and was t0 windows, all i & AN her eyes flash at what she considered his neglect to greet her. But her face cleared as magic at his words. Dicky always has been a hero in Katie's eves. a feeling dating back to the days when she, an ignorant, terrified, immigrant girl, did the cleaning and cooking ior the apartment which Dicky shared with three other more or less im- pecunious young artists. I had heard the story of those days often from Katie's lips. “It's Up to Youl” 5 “Oh, Meester Graham!! Katie lasped her hands ecstatically. “It shoost grand—on outside. Me T r she say it something fierce on inside. But eet vun swell place, only I bet I break my back getting dirt off.”” Her tone indicated that though she was willing to go to the stake for our benefit, she fully realized ali the hardships she would have to undergo, and wished them fully ap- preciated. Dicky winked at me over her head, and I spoke quickly sooth- ingly: “Oh, I don’t think it will be so bad, Katie! There are three of the Ticers to help you and Jim get ready for the painters and paper- hangers, when we can get some to start in.” Sam Ticer laid down his hammer, sauntered over to us and took a re- flective straw from his mouth. if by “I heard yesterday,” he drawled, “that the painters over west are out n a strike. So I drove over last night, and talked to Hank Gowdey. fHank says they'll be idle a week at lcast, and he can git a gang together that’ll do the work you want in jest « few days if you'll lend a hand with ‘he cleaning and buy your paper right away. I suppose you folks'li vant pretty swell paper, but you cnow them stores at Southampton ind Easthampton carry all the atuff you can git in the city.” Dicky clapped the man’s shoulder vehemently. “You're a enthusiastically. up to you!” Katie drew herself up importantly. “You make shoost vun leetle mees- take, Meester Graham,” she said with uperb insolence. “You tink I going o have Meeis Graham get her pretty wands all dirt! Dis ting is oop to me !" She turned to me patronizingly. life-saver !” he declared “Now, Madge it's NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, AUGUST By JAMES Copyright, 1919, by ¢Continued from Yesterday’'s Herald.) Captain Jonah Hand. iged skipper, {gives up the sea and comes to the homo of hia niece, who Ia Wife of Or- | rin Pesty, at Cardhaven, a fishing village, to spend his declining years. While not entirely welcome at the Petty home, he i1 kept in ignoranca of this fact because he apparently has not long to live and Mrs. Petty ii his only living heir. Ha is supposed to have considerable mwney saved. His first day at the Petly homa he overhears a conversation between Pearl Holden, better known - a3 “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 zives Tom a $20 bill, thereby reliev- ing Tom of his troubles. Joseph Helmsfo:d 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 are the oae bright spot in s'’ existence as a maid of all A mysterious 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 “You coom by me inside house, ell me shoost how you vant all rooms to look, vat vou vant done. Den you beat eet, get_paper, keep-dot >ld vomans and everybody else dot no can shake a scrub brush out of my vay. Don’t you vorry, Meesis Sraham. T feex!” .’ And with this familiar assurance I banished all my cares concerning the house. Unless otherwise noted, these noti are written by the press bureaus of the theater or attrictions with which they aal. FOX'S TO REOPEN Feature Pictures Will be Shown for First Three Weeks—Opens Satur- day, Sept. 3. Fox's theater will reopen Saturday, September 3, and for the first three weeks feature pictures will be offer- ed. It is plannedd to run “Over the Hiln Mark Twain's “Jonnecticut Yankee” for a week,and “The Queen of Sheba” for a similar period. - On September 25 the house avill return to its former policy of four vaudeville acts and a‘ feature picture. for one week, The film sensation of the day, the William Fox special produc- tion “Over the Hill,” a picturiza- tion of two of Will Carleton’s celebrated poems in his “Farm Ballads,” comes to FOX’S Beginning Saturday, Sept. 3 Comedy, character-drawing, romance, sentiment, drama, all have their part in the big theme, ‘which is written about the divine Jove of a mother whose devotion and self-sacrifice knows no limit. HARTFORD Today—Continuon: ROBERT EMMETT K and CLAIRE WHITNEY in a miniature play “THE GOSSIPY SEX” & Lavere, Melva Telma, JACKIE COOGAN AT PALACE. “Peck’s Bad Boy,” starring Jackie Coogan, the six-year-old screen actor, will'commence its engagement at the Palace theater Monday. It is the first picture that Jackie has done since Charlie Chaplin dis- covered him and produced “The Kid.” His work in that feature ap- pealed to Irving Lester as especially fitting him for the title role in “Peck’s Rad Boy,” and, after making arrange- ments with Warner Brothers, the continuity was prepared especially for Jackie and the picture produced. The Keith vaudeville bill features the original Primrose Trio. AT FOX’'s THEATER. A number of the children who par- ticipated in the making of the Wil- iiam Fox film “Over the Hill,” which ovens an engagement at the Fox the- ater beginning Sept. 3, had little or no caperience before the motion picture camera when they were assecmbled by Director Harry Millarde for this pro- daction. Master Jerry Devine, who has the role of “Black Sheep” Johnny in the prologue, had worked in several photoplays previous to the filmihg of “Over-the Hill.” Some of the children were picked up at random at the huge Fox plant on West 535th strect, New York, where hundreds of appli- cations for studio work are received every day. The little darky children. who are responsible for roars of laughter whenever the picture is shown, were really sought. SUNDAY Two AT THE PALACE. excellent features are on the program for Sunday night at the Pal- ace. sue Hayakawa, the noted popular star, will be seen in his new- est picture, rabia,” and Doris May ard Douglas McLean is featured in the Paramount production, “Let's Be T ashionable.” Se deveioped to the highest of its_possibilities after Es ing Gouraud's Omnhl Sl-nd I5¢. for Trialslu Ferd. T. Hopkiaa & Son Garcinetti Bros., ENID BENNETT —~in— “WHAT EVERY WOMAN LEARNS” Black & White. | 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. Helmsford leaves the Petty home ifter thrashing Tom. Captain Jonah in a burst of con- fidence tells Captain Abe, who runs the village store of his imaginary for- tune. He is overheard by Tom who was hiding behind some boxes. A child of Carey Payne has pneu- monia and Sue Montevedo faces a New England blizzard to go over and take care of it. She gets lost in the storm. ‘Liphalet Truitt starts in search of her but passes her some- where in the storm and is compelled to retrace his steps. He stepped back at least two fa- thoms from the patrol path and drove the point of the bar into the frozen carth. Again and again he thrust it downward, with his weight behind cach blow, until finally he could work it around and around, sinking it into the sandy soil for as much as two feet. The bar could not easily be drawn out, and he wastened the end of the line to it. This once secure, he allowed the slack of the line to run free over the verge of the bluff. He would have shouted in vain. The thunder of the breakers and the howling of the wind made a pande- could rise. Had Sue Ambrose been within 20 feet of him, the man could not have made her hear. He seized the line and lowered himself, hand under hand, down the brink of the cliff. His head once be- low the brink, he was immediately out of the gale’s tumult. It roared above him as the sea roared below; but he was calm, and having cleared his eyes with the back of one could look about. Yonder was something on a narrow shelf that was not snow. A dark fig- ure! Its garments fluttered suction of the rifted air. “Sue! My God! Sue.” His cry was simultaneous with the mighty swing he gave his body, boots thrust against the crumbling bank. She lay a third of the way down the bluff, The foam from the crests of the breakers saturated her as they tore up the steep ascent. He wet to her sde, landing with both boots digging into the frozen sand for a foothold. She was kneeling, her gloved hands clasped in prayer. His coming seemed to her a direct an- swer to her petition. “’Liphalet! The good Lord has sent you to me!” she gasped. “By Hannah! mebbe He did,” re- sponded 'Liphalet. . “Is there nobody to help us, 'Lipha- let2” “Aain’t a soul stirring this weathe: But don’t yet lose heart. Sue. T git yet out o’ this all right.” “I don’t doubt jt, 'Liphalet™ he returned, clinging to his arm with both hands and gazing expectantly into his face. Mi: Sue, though of almost child- ish fisure, was n» weakling. As for ‘Liphalet, he silently thanked the Al- mighty his vears of active life at sea had toughened his muscles and sinews and steadied his mind against times of str: With his boots thrust ! against the broken, frosted bank. he | pulled himself and his burden upward |by the sheer strensth of his arms. working his way hand above hand ,along the rope. | A great sea rose below them, burst, hand, in the Gouraud Oriental Cream and the wash of it almost sucked ithem down. Tons upon tons of earth were bitten cut of the bank, and he was in actual panic for the moment. monium above which no human voice ‘rxpemed attor man to enter. “Belay there!” he commanded. his| Sarah flung around on him. “Cap’n Jonah’s Fortune” A. COOPER Cape Cod Folks and Their Adventures. George Scully & Co.) Had he not come at the moment he had to Sue’s rescue, it would have been too late. The ledge on which she had lain was engulfed. He climbed on. He could not see Miss Sue’s features, but he knew her lips whispered a prayer at his ear. His anxious gaze was fixed on the brow of the bank, into which the line had deeply cut. This upper sec- tion of the face of the cliff must have been weakened by the undermining of the sea that had just broken around them. He expected momentarily to see the cliff for yards on either hand topple outward and fall overwhelm- ing them in an avalanche. He was almost breathles;; he wait- ed a few seconds before essaying the final effort with which to drag him- self and his burden out upon the level ground. It was then that he felt the earth’s first tremor. The face of the cliff was actually heaving outward! The line slipped. He dropped with his burden for a foot or more. “She’s goin’!” was ’Liphalet's gasped ejaculation, and he scrambled desperately upward, determined to make the brink and safety with the woman he loved. *xx CHAPTER VIIIL Better Weather. Cap’n Jonah was only half an hour or so behind Tom in reaching the house. Tom had brought into the kitchen something worse than the snow that stuck to his boots. “What's got into you, Tom Petty? Don’t you know enough to stomp your boots on the porch?” fretted Sarah. “Ify you air goin’ to be a rich man some day, you better I'arn how to be- have nice.” “Rich!” exploded her son, finally getting his breath. “Who's goin’ to make me rich, I want to know?"” “Your Uncle Jonah,” said Sarah placidly. “If you manage to behave yourself.” “Uncle Jonah! That consarned old cheat?” bawled Tom. “Now, Tom Petty! I won't hear you se sech language about your uncle. What mess have you managed to stir up?” “I tell you what I have been doin’ " vouchsafed the lout, his voice trem- bling, his face inflamed “I've been listenin’ to Cap’n Cheatin’ Jonah and Abram Sil. chucklin' over the way they've fooled us all—an’ everybody else 'round here.” “What do you mean, Tom Petty?” Sarah’s voice rose almost to a shriek. “I mean that old scoundrel ain't got scurce a cent to bless himself with. I heard him say it!” Tom panted. “Goshamighty!” gasped Orrin. ‘“What d’ye mean? Them securi- ties you told us about?” demanded Sarah. “Was phony—make-believe. He just said so. He an’ Cap'n Abe hatched it all up to fool you—so you'd treat him nice, an’ treat Pearly nice. “I can’t believe it!" wailed Orrin weakly. “I tell you we've been done—an’ done good. That box was sent over from the bank for a joke. Cap'n Abe engineered it all, you bet!” Pearl, who had been doing the up- stairs work, entered the kitchen. With one accord the three Pettys turned upon her. Tom, in a single stride, reached the girl's side and seized her by the wrist with a grip that brought a cry of pain from her lips. “Here’'s one that knew it all the time, I bet my hat!” growled the so: “The ungrateful little baggage snarled Sarah, coming at Pearl from the other side. Their attack was so sudden—so un- the recent treatment they had accorded her—that Pearl was made speechless. “Let me go, Tom Petty!” she de- manded, trying to break away. Sarah seized the girl's other arm and twisted it spitefully. “Tell me!” hissed the woman. ‘Have you kowed this all along, you little viper, you? Teli me!” She shook Pearl one way. Tom ‘ihook her another. Orrin demanded om across the table: “Answer us! Is this here true? Has that old whelp been foolin’ us? Ain't ‘ap'n Jonah got no fortune?” “‘Cap'n Jonah?"” Pearl gasped the name as the door was flung open allowing the old sea- Ah! Here yc be!” she cried. ‘“You're the rich Jonah Hand, I hear tell? You zot a box full of securities and money, L wouldn’t wonder? And who loaned era to you?” Cap'n Jonah was for the moment staggered, but his grim old mahogany face showed no flicker of emotion. “We all know about it now, you pauper!” the woman cried. “Easy! Easy!” murmured Cap'n Jonah. grim-lipped. “Ye ain’'t lost nothin’ by me, Sarah Petty.” “Shet up!” she shrieked at him. T've been slavin’ for you—ev'rybody ows it.” “Sarah Petty!” Cap'n Jonah's voice thundered through the room and si- lenced the woman. ‘“Sarah Petty, T am your fathers brother. There was 1 time, as you well know when poor Johh—and you and your mother— might have been cast cn a lee shore it it hadn’t been for an’ seein’ storm. “If 1 had come to you when I land- ed here from China and demand that take me in and do for me, ‘twould ha’ been no more than rig as you know, Sarah Petty. As ° 1 don’t owe vou nothin’, “If vou let vourself be fooled into helievin® I was a wealthy man, you ! done it easy T never said I was!” He thumped his cane resoundingly on the floor and wheeled toward the coor again Pearl started toward him, both hands held out, appealing- !lv me that you weathered standin’ by the vou ‘Get your coat, 5aL” Cap’n Jonah 20;" 192y; BY MARIAN HALE New York, Aug. 20.—Silver-thread- among-the-blue taffeta is harmonious enough to suggest a popular melody in clothes. The Lucille gown above, worn by Irene Castle, who designed it, is cer- tainly harmony itself. And not onry DAILY FASHION SERVICE The Castle Gown — Convertible and Beautiful that—it is really a convertible gown. Still adhering to the music suggestion “‘doubles in brass.” Handsome, heavy taffeta with the blue tint is used in the low bodice, cut straight under the arms and across the back and front. Faintly perceptible tis- sue sleeves are outlined with silver. The distinctive touch is the overskirt —it with its border of silver threads and The underskirt of fine lace furnishes the opportunity for the For she who prefers the bouffant effect has only to catch up pressed flowers. doubling process. the overskirt—and there you are. ribbons, at the belt. [ —_— The finishing grace of the gown is in the spray of silk flowers, with long SLEEPY 5 2] ME TAL:—:s] CTredamark Registered BY ARTHUR SCOTT“ BAILEY A BASKETFUL OF FUN. Johnnie Green came home from his isit at last. The moment Spot heard the old horse Ebenezer come ‘ogging up the road he tore out of the yard and ran, barking, to meet the travelers. He frisked about the buggy, he sprang up and touched Ebenezer's nose with his own, he “Wowl!"ke exclaimed. "This basket smells dodgy]™ tried to jump into the bu:gy beside Johnnie Green. Spot made such a racket that everybody in the house knew that Johnnie had returned. The family were just sitting down for dinner. And they all hurried out into the yard. For old dog Spot was not the only one that had missed Johnnie Green while he was away on his visit. Johnnie leaped out of the buggy, to be met by a smother of pawings 2nd nosings from old Spot. “Now, Spot—you behave,” said Johnnie Green. “I'm ‘hungry and I want to get my dinner.” Spot paid not the slightest heed to his young master's objections. ‘You'll never know ‘how I've missed vou,” he barked. “And if I want to romp with you for a few minutes, I'm zoing to; and nobody canstop me.” After a little while Spot grew a bit calmer. He let Johnnie Green turn to the buggy and lift out a cov- cred basket. Spot promptly againét it. Iy. “Wow!” he exclaimed. ket smells dogsy.” Spot followed Johnnie into the house. And in the woodshed Johnnie opened the basket and brought out of it a soft, silky, blinking puppy. stuck his nose Then he drew back quick- “This bas- said firmly. “You come along o’ me, if you will. Il not leave you here to be hounded by these Pettys. Whether I've got money or not, I guarantee we can make a home to- gether, an’ 'twill be a peaceful one— that's whatever!” He tore the door open. He pulled his southwester more firmly over his ears. He took Pearl's arm within the crook of his own. The two marched out. 3 Joe Helmford battled the storm in ithe same mood that ’'Liphalet Truitt did. He craved action to quiet the turmoil in his heart. He kept on along the deserted road until he reached the waste of the wind-swept bluff. Now and then a rift in the storm revealed to him the ugly, narrow pathway beaten hard by ‘tht‘ feet of the life-saving patvol As 'Liphaiet had caught a of a snow wraith in the storm. Joe Helmford chanced to sce a fizure stand out clearly upon the brink of the cliff, and for a single moment “What's that fellow doing there? xclaimed the yor And then: Great heavens; For in that curtain shut 4 ‘Liphalet . before the snow wn again, he had scen itt slide over the brl: of the Putting away theee “Wow!” said Spot again. no wonder that I noticed a smell about that basket. he said, “G-r-r-r.” Yes, Spot actually growled at the little newcomer. For the moment he forgot that he had been wishing, for days, that there was a puppy about the place. o tell the truth, he couldn't help feeling the least bit jealous of Johnnie Green's new pet. In a day or two, however, old Spot liked the puppy as much as anybody else did. He proved to be a playful little chap. And the older he grew the more fun-loving he became. There were no more dull days for old dog Spot. When school opened in the fall he no longer moped around the farmhouse, waiting for Johnnie to come home. The puppy kept him too busy to notice Johnnie's absence. At first Spot found ant to roll on the ground with his small friend, and pretend to bite him, and upset him off his somewhat wobbly legs. But as time passed Spot began to weary of never-ending play. There were moments when Spot want- ed to lie still and doze. But as soon as he had settled himself for a nap the puppy was sure to come bounc- ing up and sprawl all over him. He would seize one of Spot's long ears between his teeth and give it a bit of a nip. Sometimes he would even pull Spot’s tail. Of course nobody can sleep under such interruptions. Spot learned that when he wanted to rest he had to hide in some place where the puppy couldn’t follow him. And as the vuppy became bigger Spot found it harder to slip away from him. The youngsters would trail Spot into the barn and even as far as the haystack in the meadow. Once the old dog had wished for a puppy. Now, however, he could scarcely wait for this lively youngster to grow into a dog. A whole year passed before “It was doggy And then it very pleas- Spot had any peace again tered with a deep groan: “I hope Johnnie will have with him when he comes home.” Newspaper Service). Tomorrow—D Woodchuck Fami Fat, They Run Fast. Spot Hur Makes Lyceum SUNDAY EVENING Constance Binney [ ‘No.39° East “Sheriff’s Dilemna™ “The with Ruth Clifford Topics of the Day MON., TUES., WED. May Allisor: —in— “Are All Men Alike” Francis Ford e “The Great Reward” VAUDEVILLE featuring - ‘Review of Reviews Cast of 15 Pecple —PALACE — SUNDAY—SESSUE DORIS MAY in “LET’ UE HAYAKAWA S BE FASHIONABLE” MON._TUES._WED. JACKIE COOGAN (The Kid) in “PECK’S BAD BQCY” KEITH VAUDEVILLE —with— The Original Primrose Trio Amazing Weman” And when an- other summer had come, and Johnnie Green went visiting again, Spot mut- sense enough not to bring another puppy (Copyright 1921 By The Metropolitan the Though e s ) e i A B O 3