New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 22, 1921, Page 4

HOLDING A HUSBAND .Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife Why Dicky Employed “The That Never Fails.” Katie was as good her She went at the problem of ing the old Dacey farmhouse getting it ready for the workmen with thoroughness and dispatch, kept Jim, Sam Ticer and Jerry on the jump with her autoc but sensible and eminently demands. To one person, she issued no orde: thus herselt the possessor of plomacy than 1 had siven for. 1 these who with jealous care, to get along Ruse word. clean- and as ic necessary Mrs. Ticer, proving more di- her credit had two each clash quick guarded her eared women of a between tempers, the right ivory tint. It Junior's adoration of K: not aroused his grandmothe 1- ousy, the problem of keeping my doughty mother-in-law out of Katie's way would have been an insuper- able one. But with avidity shs seized the chance of having her be- loved grandson to herself and away from Katie, and as we did not wish the child to go near the Dacey farmhouse until it kad been thoroush- ly renovated, she had no chance to exercise the tyrannical overseeing with which she was wont to make Katie's life miserale at ccleaning time. “Letter For You.” I went to the hospital on Thurs- finding unchanged— stronger, Lillian quiet, almost apathetic, Robert Sav- arin watchful, anxious. And each time I returned home with my heart heavy, with apprehension for Lillian. in the world Indeed, Miss tie had day, and again on Friday, things there apparently Marion getting Yet there was nothing I could do to help her. Jones intimated that my visits were unnecessary, that she wished her patient to have even more rest an’ quiet than she was experiencing. And while I felt unutterably sad at my impotence to help my friend, yet the fact that I was not needed—that everything possible was being dore for her and Marion—left me with a sense of freedom to attend to my own affairs. It was late Friday when Jerry Micer, returning from Sag Harbar, put his head inside the door with his usual grin and duck of the head. “Letter for you, Missis Graham.” “Oh, thank you, Jerry!” I an- swered, and he crossed the room with prerqgatives 3 S , but they seemed long, together wonderfully. and I gave myself up to the delight- ful task of selecting wall papers and seeing that the paint for the old hand-carved woodwork was in just I that before, his awkward, shambling held the letter out to me. ! “It's an awful purty handwrite,"” he velunteered confidentially. “Gee, I wish I could write like that ! ¢ hain't never see nobody write like ‘cept one teacher we had before last. She was arful and her writing looked like gait, and vear smart, that.” Dicky, who was reading between grumbles at the heat of the kerosenc lamp beside him, glanced at mae keenly. 1 knew that Jerry's refer- ence to the handwriting on the en- veiope practically had assured him that the expected ans from Grace Draper had arrived. For there are few ipts which equal n bear ty and le ity that of the girl whose letfer we bad been so ar iously awaiting “Isn’t That Junior?” “If you practice every day, Jerr, Dicky spoke oracularly with a per: fectly straight face, “vou’ll pl‘()b’lbl\‘ write just that way in a year or two.' “Yes, ma’am,” Jerry replied, with hlS invariable response to either man woman. “That’s what I think Bm T'd ratHer go to the pictures when I have time to practice writing.” “We all would. Jerry, Dicky sighed. “And here's something to enable you to neglect still another writing lesson. Good night.” Hc held out a piece of silver to the oy in adroit dismissal. Jerry took lL and started for the door. “Yes, ma’am, thank you,” he grinned, and the door closed after him. “Who is your correspondent such remarkable chirography?” my mother-in-law asked curiously from her mending basket. “I don't know yet” I responded mendaciously, slittipg the envelope slowly, and racking my brains for some excuse which would satisfy Mother Graham and yet keep the truth from her. “Isn't that Junior?” listening attitude. I rose quickly, with the letter my hand. “I'll run up at onc . “T'll go with you, carelessly. His mother swept us aside with a magnificant gesture. “You'll only get him all excited,” she said. “I was just going to bed, anyway, and T'll see to him.” She went out of the room, and ky grinned triumphantly at me. “The ruse that never fails,” he said. “Now let’s hear what dear with Dicky struci in 1 sald. Dicky said D Gracie has to say.” ke '.'. Unless otherwise noted, these notices are written by the presy bureaus of the theater or st tractions with which they AT FOX’S THEATER. There is running at the Broadhurst Theater, New York city, a picture that has received, it is said, more personal endorsements from people in all walks of life than any other picture ever screened. The picture is “Over the Hill,” and was made by William Fox from Will Carleton’s “Farm Ballads.” It will be seen here at the Fox theater, the date to be announced later. So strong is the appeal of “Over the Hill” that two clersymen—the Rev. D. Henry R. Rose, pastor of the Church of the Redeemer, Newark, N. J., and the Rew. L. Lincoln Caswell, pastor of the Crawford Memorial Church in New York, _utilized the great subject as a pulpit theme imme- diately after seeing the film. The story, which is based upon di- vine mother love, is not, however, all of a sentimental nature. There are Jaughs galore, and the picture repre. sents the absolute ultimate in en- tertainment value every minute of its screening. _—- He dragged his brother through the streets to make kim ask forgivness at his mother’s knee. This is one of the outstanding incidents of the William Fox special production “Over the Hills”’ made from Will Carleton’s poems. which will be shown at FOX’S Beginning Saturday, Sept. 3 HARTFORD TODAY—CONTINUOU Conway Tearle —i— ‘Bucking the Tiger’ A Page from the Daily Records of Every Life Insurance Company. Three Haley Sisters, LeMaire & | Hayes & Co., Koken Harry & Peggy Oakes, Wilson. — & Galletti, George P. | Paul N. Sloane made the scenario ard Harry Millarde had charge of the direction. The picture has just been released outside of New York city where it is still running after many nonths of continuous showing on Broadway. JACKIE COOGAN AT PALACE. Jackie Coogan, six years old, say. he's the luckiest kid in the world. For he has achieved distinctions that most real boys would prefer to even the presidency of the United Suates. First of all, he was given the op- portunity of playing in a picture with ‘he world’s champion funny man. harlie Chaplin. And now he is a star in his own right at an age when most younz- sters are in the kindergarten! His initial independent starring ve- hicle, “Peck’s Bad Boy,” released by Associated First National, comes to the Palace theater on Monday for an engagement of 3 days. Jackie's portrayal of the title role in “Peck’'s Bad Boy” is said to be as hvmorous and entertaining as his work with Chaplin in “The Ki which endeared him to the whole pic- ture-going. world. Of Course, Irvin S. Cobb, who wrote the subtitles, ~nd others helped a whole lot. Jackie was ‘‘discovered” by Charles Chaplin himself. In explaining how ne made such a find the, famous comedian declares that his first meeting with the youngster was purely an accident. KEITH VAUDEVILLE AT PALACE. The Keith vaudeville bill at Palace for the first three days of the week contains four mighty good acts. Tne feature attraction being the or- in an excel- 1ginal “Primrose Trio,” lent singing offering; Brierc & King, for some time a Keith headliner, will offer a variety offering with very elab- orate costumes and with an excellent a and Jean Middleton in a musical offering stage setting; ccuple of real Hilton & Peterson, good comedians, vill round out a very fine bill. PALA!] MON. TUES. JACKIE COOGAN (THE KID) —IN— ‘PECK’S BAD BOY' KEITH VAUDEVILLE Witk “THE ORIGINAL PRIMROSE TRIO” the Copy! “ontitued from Saturday's Hevald ) Captain Jonah Hand, aged skipper, gives up the sea and com to tha homa of his niece, who is wife of Or- rin Peety, at Cardhaven, a fishing village, to spend his declining yea While not entirely weicome at tha Petty home, ho is kept in ignoranca of this fact beca he apparently has not long to live and Mrs. Petty ias hiy only living heir. He is supposed to have considerable mwney saved. His first day at the Fetty homa ha overhears a conversation between Pear]l 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 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 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 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 after 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 finds where she has fallen aver a precipice during the storm and manages to drag her back to safety. Captain Jonah gets home to the Petty house just as Tom has finished reiling his story. Another kind of a storm follows in the house and Cap- tain Jonah leaves, taking Pearl with him. For in that flash, before the snow ‘urtain shut down again, he had seen Liphalet Truitt slide over the brink cf the cliff. Putting away those iroubles which had obsessed his mind, in an instant he started for the spot, “Cap’'n Jonah’s Fortune” By JAMES A. COOPER Cape Cod Folks and Their Adventures. ht, 1819, by George Scully & Co.) beaten callers came to the open door to see Cap’'n Jonak and Pearl Hol- den with the old storekeeper. Pearl d dropped into a rocking chair and had a handkerchief to her eyes. The three Dettys were not happy. Somehow Cap'n Jonah’s defiance and Pearl's joyful determination to put herself under the old mariner's pro- tection, quite took the taste out of any pleasure Sarah Petty might have felt in seeing the two “paupers” start out into the storm. !.t was the son who firét found voice and energy to put his thoughts into words. “‘There!” he croaked. “Now you've done it, an’ I hope you're satisficd. “What's the matter with you, Tom Petty?” demanded his mother. “You've driv’ Pearly away.” “Wal, what d'ye want her here for?” queried Sarah. ‘She ain't wuth her salt no more.” “She’s my girl!” cried Tom hotly. “Or she would ha' been if it wasn't for that consarned Helmford.” “Why, you talk foolish!” declared Sarah. “Is that so?” snarled the “Well, I can tell you right now: If Pearly’s goin’ to be turned out o’ house an’ home, so'm I. I'll go to her.” The woman’'s very soul was bound up in Tom. He could get his way with her by such threats at any time. And she was broken in spirit now. “You—vyou can’t get her to come back,” she stammered. “I can try,” declared Tom. “And I'm goin’ to. But you've got to promise to be good to her. If I marry Pearl ain’t goin’ to let her be your slave no more. “An’ there’s another thing,” went on Tom, using the gaff without mercy. “How about if Uncle Jonah turns on you with that old note of gran'pop’s? He ain’t forgot it. You can see that by what he just said to you. He was throwin’ it up to you. An' now it's proved he ain't got a fortune, he’ll try seeing what he can get out o’ you.” “You hesh up,” commanded Sarah Petty. “Go after that gal. You bring Pearl back here. If you want to marry the girl your father and I ain’t got no objections. She’s a fav'rite of Uncle Jonah Hand. And he won't do nothin’ that’ll hurt her or her'n. D'ye see? If Pearl an’ you marry, he won't press no old note against this estate that's a-comin’ to you some day. That is sure.” “I dunno can I git her back,” grumbled Tom, buttoning his coat again. “But I'll find out where she's goin’ and what she’s goin’ to do. “You can Jook in at Abe Silt's store,” said his mother sharply. “If that old tramp’s such good friends with Silt that’s where he an’ Pearl's gone.” Tom thought this very likely and he made the store his destination. He did not enter Cap'n Abe's store, but went around the house to the kitchen. It was Pearl who came to the door. “Tom DPetty!” ““Hi, Pearly!” the youth greeted hm calling up a grin. ‘“Marm wants you should come home.” “I'm never going back to vyour house again, Tom Petty, only to get my things.” “Now, don’t” “say that, Pearly,” the young fellow went on, very mildly for him. “You don’t want to be mean. Marm never said for you to go—" “I came away with Cap’n Jonah on my own hook,” she agreed. “And I'm not going hack.” “Aw, yves you will,” Tom repeated. “You know how much I like you, lout. harging recklessly through the storm. He was familiar with this surf- man’s path. In this direction lay Salt Creek and the fish hatchery. In a few breathless minutes came stumbling to the spot. He could not miss it, for he'tripped and fell, sprawling across the taunt rope which was fast to the crowbar. The crow- bar was canted toward the cliff’s brink and the frozen ground all about it was broken and loose. Helmford heard no cry from below; but he saw the rope slipping and realized that *here was a burden on it that was doomed, unless he interferred. With a shout he leaped upon the lipping hemp with both feet, just as he crowbar tore loose. That was the moment when ’Liphalet Truitt felt himself and Miss Sue drop a sudden nerve-racking foot down the wall of the precipice. “She's goin the ex-steward re- peated as the broken earth rattled about them. He tore his hands pain- fully in lifting himself and Miss Suc up again to the edge. They would never have made it had not two muscular hands scized 'Lip- halet coat collar and dragged him up. He lost the rope, scrambling blindly on hands and knees, the woman still clinging to him. The crowkar broke loose entirely and, with the rope hurtled over the brink of the cliff. With a burst of sound that rose above the clamo:> of both gale and sea, the landslip broke away from the brow of the precipice. The men and the woman almost hung over the ragged break for an instant. Then Helmford pulled the others farther in and raised Miss Sue gently to her feet. Miss Sue? Great hecavens!"” the younsg fellow. “Oh, ’Liphalet!” “Are we safe?” “You ain’t—not yet,” he declared. “Nor vou won't be till we get you home an‘'tween blankets. Who's this? By Hannah, ’tis Mr. Helmford! You certainly was a friend in need, Mr. Helmford. “How can we thank him?" mured Miss Sue, still clinging to 'Lip- halet coat slecve. “You can postpone that,” laughed Helmford, experiencing a great re- vulsion of feeling. ‘“We must take her right along to Cap'n Abe’s store. "Liphalet. When tl.e exhausted trio stumbled into Cap’'n Abe's store, the usual company had scattered. They heard the storekeeper's voice from the liv- ing-room in the rear. As they crossed the entry between the store and the living-room, they heard another voice in reply to Cap’n Abe's. The storm- he cried cried Miss Sue. mur- Pearly. I couldn’t get along without you—no two ways about it! You got to stop this foolishness and come home.” “I won't!” He thought she was about to close the door. His right hand shot out and caught the girl's slim wrist. He jerked her out upon the step. “You come home along o' me and stop your foolishness,” he growled, “Do you hear me, Pearly?” She struggled to escape. With her free hand she struck him across his inflamed and ugly face. She cried out as he forced her down the steps into the beatin. storm. Around the corner of the kitchen charged Joe Helmford. Tom turned on him, snarling. He was so enraged that he forgot for the moment to be afraid. Helmford stripped off his be- clouded spectacles and handed them to Pearl. He unbelted and dropped his mackinaw a‘* his feet. “Look out for yourself, Tom Petty!” he said threateningly. “I am going to give you what you have been suf- ‘ering for ever since you got too big for your mother to spank.” They were not uncvenly matched as to height and weight. Tom’s muscles were fully as well developed, and he was as supple as his antagonist. In 2 rough and tumbie fight he might aven have Leen Helmford’s superior. But the latter had been the cham- pion boxer of his college and would not allow the lout to get a wrestler's hold upon him. As Tom charged, Helmford steppcd nimbly aside and drove his fist into Tom’s face. Tom ushed {or Helmford a sccond time. antaconist met this onslaught airiy. His hard and capable fists irove in with all the weight of his shoulders behind them, while Tom pawed the air blindly with cutching hands. Petty staggered; he slipped; he fell to his knees; he got up again. While all the time the blows rained upon | m he was blinded. He began to bleat like a calf in the grip of the butcher. He could not escape. Finally arrived the last and merci- ful blow—TF nford’s right to the point of the jaw. Tom was fclled and lay there in the snow, for tiie moment, (uite unabhle to realize where he wax or what had happened to him. When he actually cam= {o his senses Joe Heimford had taken Pearl way. They had been ready, as was. to accompany Miss Sue to the crapel to trim the Christmas tree. o ox CHAPTEL IX. Christmas. The storm kept many | customers lliving decreared seven- e frora interrupting Cap'n Abe, althor the wind was moderating with Cap'n Jonah in the livi sed the latter carnestly than heretorove. y this herc meoney you got all you got ia ths “Whatever! rad more 1id Cap'n Jonah. I cers—but, pshaw! nothin’.” “What air them sheers?” demanded Cap'n Abe, suddenly. “I w in the Globe paper only th ing”"— He got up and brougkt the Boston paper from the rack on the wall. Un- folding and pointed a horny forefinger to the heading of an article there print- ed. “**Hem! make of this, ¢ to be sot some They ain't s readin’ Whatever! What d'you Mr. Silt? Why, them's e very sheers! The Little Sandy Oil and Coal company.” Lemmec see!” said Cap’'n Abe eag- i3. “D'you mean to say, Cap'n Hand, that you got some o' then Little Sandy sheers?’ “Abe Silt!' ejaculated Cap'n Jonah, almost breathless. I got two thou- sand of 'em! Right here in my pock- ct! D'you s'pose they can he the same?” “ “‘Little Sandy Oil and Coal com- panr’.” read Cap'n Abe, slowly. ‘Lay dominant many years’ My soul, Cap'n Hand!" ‘Why,”” said the other, “they told me two years ago that all I've ever got out of them wells was a bad nell.” “Hi-mighty!” shouted Cap'n Abe, apping his knee in high delight. “That's exactly what they did git! Natural gas!" Cap'n Jonah draggsed from the breast pocket of his pilot coat a long envelope, much stained and worn. From this he produced the ornate certificate of the Little Sandy Oil and Coal companv, whic stated upon its face that he was the owner of 000 shares in the capital stock of the concern. “Two thousand!” murmured Cap'n Abe. “Hi-mighty! Look here! This paper savs the shecrs have gone to $15 already. By tho great jibboon, Cap'n Hand! That there document n your hand is worth $30,000!" Cap’'n Jonah stared at the store- keeper in utter bewilderment at first. He repeated slowly: “Thirty thousand dollars? Whatever!"” “There’'s your fortune, Cap'n Hand!™ cried the storekeeper in vast delight. “An’ a fortune that's wuth while. You needn’t worry about the Pettys no more. Nor about Pearly—" “Belay all!” gasped Cap'n Jonah, hoarsely. and laying a restraining hand on the storekeeper’s knee. “Don’t y a word to nobody.” “Huh “Not a word,” repeated Cap'n Jonah, sternly. “I don’t want folks to know about this fortune. Above all, don't let that fish trainer, Helm- ford, hear a word about it. For if he does, like as not he'll slip his moorings again and run out to sea. He's got a fool conviction, like 'Lip- halet Truitt, that if a woman’s got a little tad of money he mustn’t marry her.” The gale abated toward evening. The sky was clearing when ’Liphalet Truitt cameout of his door and start- 2d down the Shell road toward the store. LE clse was more habit than anything that took him to Cap'n Abe's The cloud that had for these past few weeks overshadowed the lonely bachelor who dwelt beside the Marin- er's chapel, rested more heavily than ever upon his mind and heart this Christmas Eve. So he tramped down the 8hell road in a gloomy frame of mind; and upon entering intot the warmth and light and bustle of Cap’n Abe’s store was as much in the doldrums as ever. Tha grectings showered upon him from those present, men and women alike, were heartier than usual. Why! it seemed just as though they were waiting for ’Liphalet’'s appearance. The cheerful smiles, the hearty greet- ings one to another as other neigh- bors entered. began to impress more deeply the apostate Santa Claus. Re- tiring to an upturned nail keg be- :ind the stove, 'Liphalet tried again to wrap himself in gloom. e felt meaner than he had ever felt be- fore in all his life. Suddenly from Cap'n Abe's livins- room behind the store sounded the opening bars of the “Fisher’s Horn- pipe” played on a fiddle and plaved better than 'Liphalet had ever heard it rendered before. He sat up straight- er, his ears pricked, and his eyes began to glisten. A silence had fallen upon the thronged store. ‘Liphalet did not notice now the smiling and signifi- cant glances cast in his direction. He was attending with all his music-lov- ing soul to the medley of old-time sca-ditties that the master violinist was playing. “By Hannah! Who's that fiddling?” gasped ’Liphalet, as the music ceased. A moment’s pause. Then rose the air of Black-Eyed Susan,” played by wwhat the deeply moved ex-steward would have called a “brass b’\nd The orchestral accomp: gied to a murmur and a voice took up tha old song—a woman’s voice 50 sweet, 5o compelling, that it tugged at ’Liphalet Truitt’s heart-strix When the song ceased ithe apostate Santa Claus found himself on his feet with his hat in his hand and un- wonted m: in his eyes. The grizzled old storekccper ap- peared at the door. “Come in here, "Liphalet,” he said, lifting the flap of the counter and beckoning to the entranced man. ‘“‘Got somethin’ to show ve.” 1eni (Continued in Tomorrow's Feraid) LIVING GOFS DOWN. Cost of Mainte Droppcd Seven Tenths of One Per Cent. New York, Aug. 22.—Tho “coct terths o! ona o monih of July, public to- al confer- per cent. avel, 2nd than tha anc ol per cent duiing according to figures ma day by tha nationzl ind ence. Prices el 62 higher than the July, 1314 1 only 29.§ per ceat. Iow peak rcached in Juiy, 1 Declines during July in which dropped 2.5 per cel sendries, which dropped 1. Food prices. tha raport s: ihree per cent. c clothing, per cect. Place your awning order now. 1helr Eddy Awning & Decorating Co.—advt. morn- i it he found the financial page | = BATLY FLSIT THE MIDSE s t. and iu | BY MARIAN HALE. New York, Aug. 22.—This is the me of year when Summer mak- ing her last fight to hold her own in hats. And there are many women who refuse to put on the hot velvet be- foathered creations already shown in the shops. The midseason hat is becominsz more and more popular and for these crepe mettlasse is a material that o e ON SERViICE i, =t A ASGN HAT carries all of the smartness of betl asons. This leavy rough crepe i cspecially adaptable to hats, for ¥ has durability as well as pliability erine creps hat by Irving Moch is dashing and comfortable. Tf s of tangerine color with a whit( scarf falling gracefully at the sides The brim is also bound in white. Az “orn by Pegzy Matthews this semi- mushroom shape show the artistic valucs of a shadimg brim [SLEF_ YT ME TALES MRS. WOODCHUCK RUNS. Mrs. Woodchuck was on her home, waddling across the pastur She Had been making a call on her old friend Aunt Polly Woodchuck, the herb doctor, who lived under the hill. They had talked over all thc news in the neighborhood and Mrs. Woodchuck had her mind on some zossip that Aunt Polly had told her. Otherwise she might have noticed ;ooner that old dog Spot had spied er. If he hadn’t spoken he would cer- tainly have caught her that time. For wa; | i "That dame must have a family’ Spot thought. Mrs. Woodchuck was fat and couldn't run as fast as she used to. But when Spot's keen nose caught a scent that told him there was one of the Wood- chuck family not far away he just bad to give one long-drawn howl. ‘When Mrs. Woodchuck heard that dreadful sound she scurried for home. She dropped her knitting and the apple that Aunt Polly had given her And she only managed to pop down the hole that was her front door with Spot scarcely a length behind her. “Just missed her!" the old dog yelped. “How unlucky!” “Just escapad!” Mrs. Woodchuck gasped. “How fortunate!” She knew that she was safe. So she took her own time in crawling through the long hali that led to her cne-room dweliing. “Dear m she exclaimed as entered her underground home saw that it was empty. “Mr. huck and Billy are a V. hurry and warn them that Spot is prowling about the Mcanwhile Spot lingered at Mrs. ‘Woodchuck’s front door. He scratched in the dirt that was thrown up before it. He sniffed at the tracks that the Woodchuck family had made all out. “I know now where that fai Woodchuck lives,” he zrowied. keep an eye on this hole. 1 may be able to get and her not finisl she and Wood- I must old dog pasture.” Ars. “1'n Somc day between ner e just en- For a long time Spo! waited there. He could hardly have expected Mrs Woodchuck to come out and invite him to enter her house. The most that she was likely to do would be to creep not quite to the upper end of 1t hall «nd peer out to ho could through the round epening. That dame see sma e er The miore the merrier fur nad happencd to ¢t thern he ¢ have the “ ina 1a thet old his dooryard. When he cat welcome calle lons goed. lons look at him i Then Mrs. Woodchuck's son turncd | :n down the hiilsids: as fast his short legs would curry hir dog of the un- up and took | He | | Piles 15 %e didn’t stop until he had reached :nce between the pasture and the meadow. Dashing in among the brakes that grew deep along the fence he cowered under the cover that they save him. All at once he felt quite ashamed of himself. I almost forgot the rule tered. “The rule says, a dog abou,t the he chas “When there's warn everybody.' " (Copyright 1921 by The Metropolitan ewspaper Service). Tomorrow—How Do the Woodchucks d Unwelcome Callers and Puz- )1d Dog Spot. ‘When grapes are just beginning to ‘‘turn” they make the best jell too green the jelly has a peculi and if ‘‘dead” ripe the jally will not “*jell’”” solidly. Green Grape Jelly Wash and pick over grapes. Re- move from stems and put in presere- ing kettle. Bring slowly to boiling point, crush with a wooden potato masher. Boil half an hour. Put m jelly bag and let the juice drip. Meas- ure juice and put in preserving kettle, Boil eight minutes and add as much sugar as there was juice. Boil five minutes and pour into jelly glasses. Cover with paraffin when cold. Grape Conserve. Five pounds grapes, 5 pounds su- gar, 1 pound raisins, 3 oranges, 1 cup chopped nut meats. Pulp grapes and cook pulp and skins separately. Put pulp through strainer to remove seeds. Add to skins with sugar, pulp of 3 oranges and ed rind of 1 1-2 and raisins. Cook fif teen minutes and add nuts. Cook five minutes longer or until thick, and turd into jelly glasses. Cover with when cool. par Spiced Grapes. e pounds grapes, 23 poundis sar, 3 teaspoons cinnamon, 2 cpooas ailspice, teaspoon cioves, cup cider vinegar. srapes and boil ns tiil ten- Cook »ulp and put throu nove seeds. Add to picess and vinezar. for ive mitutes aftes the whoic mass is bubbling a!l over. Four into sterilized cans ang s tea- 1 Wash and sk a strainer to iske out the cced pulp to skins a in prese cups of = and -_A Great Discevery iccruardt found the causs r)! interual. Fis prescripe . Hem-Rctd. 285 an slinost secrd 2or quick. safe a:. r¢ & Bragewrd LadxaKeepYouSkm g ! [Clear, Sweet, Healthy With Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Talcum e,