New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 27, 1921, Page 10

NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1921. WATCH ThisSpaceTomorrow. It MeansMoneytoYou! YOU WILL SAVE FROM FIVE TO TEN DOLLARS NEW YORK SAMPLE SHOP 357 Main St.{ 5%, % N RS RN LY ER R “IN AND OUT”’ BY EDGAR ¥ RANKLIN Just because the man she was to murry would not take her to see a prize fight an up-to the minu brother's clothes and went and saw . lovable girl dressed in her that prize fight The fight was tame as compared with what followed, (Copyright 1917, by W. J. Watt & Co). \Continued from Yesterday's Herald.) dless of posgible consequences An- N thony followed and snatched open the Anthony Fry, who is fond of mak-|'r ing experiments in human nature, | unk Mary had net expired. Her face akes a supposed young man by the|Was decidedly red and her eyes rather name of David Prentiss, whom he | meets at a ringside seat at a boxing match, to his apartments and offers wildered, but she _ struggled out with Anthony's assistince, breathed de eply several times, glanced at her !the young man the chance to realize | PAir in the mirror and then, being a *his lifelong ambition to become a civil engineer at his (Fry's) expense. - Having delivered which sentiment, Anthony arose, listening, and strode to the door, which he opened. He stepped back suddenly, for with one wearing glance at him a woman had panssed. She was In the living-room even now, and smiling horribly at John- #on Boller. She was, in a word, John- son Boller's wife, and her black ey snapped more ominously than before ‘Don’t touch me!" she was saying, ar Johnson Boller approached with | hands outstretched. “I've come back, but only to tell you!" “To tell me that you've changed your mind, little pigeon Johnson Boller cried brokenly. “You're going "to let Pudgy-wudgy “How can I do It?" laughed the different Mrs. Boller. “I've found out who she is! Again, as before, at the door som one was hammering In a way coldly famillar. Anthony, on his feet, hur- ried to answer the summons—and the door was hardly open when young Robert Vining hurtled in and gripped him by both arms. “It's no use, Anthony!" “There's not a trace of her yet th in but he's busy now thoroughly good sport, Mary even anaged a small, wretched laugh. ‘Back again!" she said simply. “They'd discharged Felice. It's pretty awful, isn't 1t?" Anthony left the room with a mo- tion that was more twitch than any- thing eclse, and he left it none too soon And from the ominous region of the doorway came Wilkins' warm tones “Well, that's all right, gentlemen, “He's not too busy to see me,” said an entirely strange voice, and heavy steps passed by Wilkins. Into the large room which had ready seen se much suffering, the distinctly scared person of Hobart Hitchin was propelled by a large, hairy hand The owner of the hand glanced at him for an instant; and en for five terrific seconds stared at Anthony Fry, who after the first vio- lent start had turned immobile as Johnson Boller himself. “Mr.—what's your name?—Hitch- !" Dalton barked Hobart Hitchin straightened up with an effort. ry,” said he, “we—er—that is, I e you of the—ah—murder of Theodore Dalton's only son, Richard. alias David Prentiss!" the world just a second ago, he jerked ibout suddenly and cried “Dick 7" . Dalton, a ‘strong man half-be- numbed by mental agony, turned slowly upon him “Are you—here, too, Robert?” he muttered. “Yes, Dicky!"” And slowly he turned back to An- thony and, slowly also. he drew forth the automatic in all its steely-blue nastiness. “Wel' Fry Anthony Fry was neither frightened nor excited. Either he had passed the point where one.may feel the sensa- tion of astonishment, or infinite de peration had blessed him with a calm past any understanding. “I have 10 idea what you're talking about, Dafton,” he said quietly Beatrice leaped into action. “Dglton!" she cried. “Mary Dal- ton’s Yather?” “What?" Dalton, momentarily side- tracked, '%hirled upon her. “You've heard something from Mary, madam? You know—" “Mary Dalton passed the night in this apartment,” she said quickly. “Mary—" Dalton cried, just as Rob- ert hurried to his side and clutched his arm. “ e CHAPTER VIIL The Lic. Apparently, several of them were about to speak at once. Anthony held up his lean, commanding hand for silence. “One moment, please!” said the amazing Anthony. “There is no cause for any further excitement, any fur- ther speculation. The thing has gone too far now; it has passed beyond me and—I have failed.” “What?" Robert rasped. Anthony drew a deep breath. Will you all be seated?” he asked. -1 wish to confess the truth!” You mean that you—" Dalton ex- ploded. “I mean that nobody has been in- jured, to the best of my knowledge, and that your daughter Mary is per- tectly safe,”” Anthony smiled sadly. “Put the gun away Dalton and hear me through at leastd claimed t..ir attention I don’t know, Dalton,” Anthony be- an evenly, “that I have anything to y in extenuation of what have done. Evidently I lost my the point of downright Brooding over the business sponsible, 1 suppose. Your Celestial Oil | has been cutting pretty heavily into Imperial Liniment this last year.” “Humph!" said Dalton “Last weeck—all day last Saturday, in fact—I went over the year's bus- iness and it fairly maddened me to see the falling off. I spent Sunday thinking and I am frank to say, Dal- ton, that by Sunday night I was all but ready to murder you. Toward midnight I conceived what seemed to be a means of forcing you into some sort of mutual contract. I knew that talking was usecless; I knew that fighting you openly was useless. At the same time something had to be done and that in mighty short order. Therefore, Dalton, I perfected the scheme of kidnapping your daughter nd holding her until you'd come to | terms.” Anthony straightened up. The play: ful breeze saved him all the trouble of speaking. The latch of Anthony's bedroom door was not caught, and the breeze, striking it squarely, sent it open suddenly and cleanly as if jerked back by a wire! And leaning forward in her chair, even now listening intently, Mary Dal- ton was revealed! Still Anthony did not move. He had not moved when, through the swirl that was before his eyes, Mary and her father came into the room. The girl had disengaged herself and she was rather pale—ah, and she was speaking to her father. “Dad,” she said very quietly, “have 1 ever told yeu a lie?” “You'd be no daughter of mine if you had,” Dalton said simply. “Then what happened is just this: I wanted to go to that fight last night and Bob wouldn't takc me. He was so awful uppish about it that I de- cided to go myself: I like a good fight, you know. 1 didn't dare go as a girl, so I put on Dicky's fishing suit—the old one—and sneaked out the back managed to find a ticket for the fight And I went,” said Mary, “and I hap- pened to sit next to Mr. Fry.” “You went alone to a prize-fight?” her father gasped. “but some men started a fight behind us, because Mr. Fry spoke to me, I think, and that wasn’t tame at all. For a minute it scared my wits out, because I thought we were all going |that.” Since seven that morning, at which to be arrested. So when Mr. Fry and all. “It was horribly tame,” said Mary, [been too nice for words,” a thing to blame them for—and never could have believed that JimJazzSays:— about having me drugged was just to | husband. save me, dad, and maybe if the door “Then there was—was nothing—" hadn’t blown open I'd have been home | she faltered. about 3 and swearing to it. That's| ‘“There was nothing to get excited Mr. Fry—Mr. Boller, too—have |2bout—no,” Johnson Boller said stiff- concluded [ly. “Not at any time.” Mary, stretching a point. “There isn't| -“Pudgy!” Beatrice said, chokily, be- I|cause her volatile nature was whiz- Mr. | zing breathlessly down from the ex- . Fry was capable of a lovely lie like [alted murder-state to the depths of contrition. “Well? What?"” John Boller said Mr. Boller decided to escape in a taxi- [time Mary’s absence had been discov- | coldly. cab, I was mighty glad to go with |ered, them. After that Mr. Fry—turned queer,” Mary dimpled. *“He thought|Now, I was a boy and h® wanted to offer |breathed deeply — breathed again—and turned Anthony's tottering world quite upside down by suddenly thrusting out his hand. by gad, Fry!" “I knew you were crazy, but I never Fry got mad. He told me he'd keep |suspected you were man enough for me here until I did, so I—TI just went [that! me the opportunity of a life time. “I don't know just what it meant, but I was curious enough to come up here and listen; and when I didn't appreciate what he was offering Mr. to bed and counted on getting out had been breathing in terrible, spasmodic gasps. faced Anthony, he bellowed. I'd swallowed that tale almost whole and I'd made up my mind to| 4ihens, Sept. 27. (By Assoclated “Pudgy-wudgy, can you ever for- give me?" Beatrice cried, burying her he [head on his shoulder. deeply THE END. CONSTANTIL RETURNS Greek King is Given Great Ovation on His Return to Athens. overnight. somehow. I tried it and|wipe you and your bottled mess Off | b acc) —icing Constantine has arrived 1 missed fire, and this morning when my wig came off he discovered that 1 was a girl. That's the whole story; we've all been trying to get me out of here ever since—and I'm still | Dalton, here!" his own every earthly “But the trunk—" Hobart Hitchin [t0 save a woman’'s name and—put it You're a man!” A little uncertainly, because he was “We thought I could get to Felice's |dazed and dizzy, Anthony grasped the room that way, but Felice was gone, | hairy hand. so Wilkins brought me back.” She [was impossible, looked at her father steadily and al- | were friends! Beatrice was within a yard of her |by a German in 1646. put in doggedly. “I was in the trunk,” said Mary. most confidently. “That weird tale o = — . iz = 1= > (D)) the map together.” “I know,” said Anthony. “But if there's one thing that hits . % me cightlvhere-t S ociterateq | A1 Minister of War Theotokis. He was “it'’s a man who will chuck interest aside there, It was not so, because it but—he and Dalton SRS E> e EXM Dot here from Brusa being accompanied by Crown Prince George, Prince Nicholas given a popular reception Before proceeding to the palace the king went to the cathedral, where he attended prayers for the success of the Greek armies. Chicago is 580 feet above sea leve.l The “magic lantern” was invented == 0 R ) ) = e, A= P Robert Vining halted his death He himself was sitting behind the|door, after you thought I was in certainly "bed. Then I got a messenger boy and “The young lady is a friend of yours, too?" Beatrice asked very march A man of but one idea In table nov and he had sweetly. ¥Friend!” Robert cried. “She's the girl I'm going to marry!"” Beatrice’'s laugh was blood-curd- ling. “Or perhaps you're not!" Mrs. Bol- ler mused. “You think her a very > - =0 > E AN T <A = &3 ! & = A crock of apple butter—spicy and fragrant—clear sparkling apple jelly, apple sa:ice for pies and tarts —you’ll want them all year round so do up plenty of apples. you've put over on me." Anthony laughe viclously. “Don't use up all ycur sympathy,” he sald. “You may need a little for yourself, Johnson. The things are in what's supposed to be your room, you know." “What?" gasped Johnson Boller “That's true! That worthy young woman ?"’ softly. “And you look like a decent You asked me where I found this f Little Childr hend He frowned at Beatrice and - een there all night, Mr 4 2 < e Bedrics purred on. joyful hours spent before the fireside with healthi/, happy “Mary—my Mary? Mary Dalton?” g SN Ohatthats S SamAee et derangement which may be corrected by proper treatment. u —that's all damned—par- [+] arm. “Come with me," she sald quickly. a e e “Come and see her bag and her little faba youh recognise them, ‘ . cDonald.iOhiOA-—“Isufleredfrom Mes‘, Colorado.—* Ever sinco too, and they'll convince you that said nothing would help me but an month. tried different medicines, As & man in a dreadful dream weak. wanted a child, but was not well Johnson Boller smiled a demon smile I tried it and it helped me. Now I Compound as it had helped her, and now, Anthony,” sald he “Good-by'" K Just n h. months old. I recommend your have a fine little girl. I advise all utes, you know st as soon as he's of you as missing—sometimes 1 sup- Granulated Sugar—it comes to you Mrs. J.'C. EaaLEsoN, 426 Garfield pound.” —Mrs. F. C. WiMER, AVE THE FRUIT CROP 3 E P. k h ° P LYdla. sIIN ams Out at the entrance, a key was nateinavs. me. s Granulated, Tablet, Powdered, Confectioners, Brown, And the door closed and in the foy- . a trunk one might almost have “Ihe—the parties couldn’t attend to Robert looked blankly at her sort, and however much it may hurt hat Well. it was In the bedroom at She waited vainly for a little, be- 2 t then shook his head. B gl l I I Vining,” Beatrice purred on. “So had 4 ! children; but, alas, how often young women who long for Robert gasped don me! nonsense! That- Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound is just the medicine tollet tase R .« a displ acement, a weakness, was a young girl I suffered she Is really settled down here for a operation. He said I could never but only got relief for a short time, Robert Vining followed her blindly «] had often heard of Lydia E. enough. My mother advised me to and thrust out his hand y am in the best of health,doall of my Iam happy to say it restore m{ “Good-by, old man' ou're going medicine to my friends and youhave women who suffer as I did to try convinced and able to act again An- pose, but not when I think what in sturdy cartons and strong cotton Ave., McDonald, Ohio. 94, Mesa, Colorado. scraping In the latch, Anthony smiled t 1 “That's—that's me, sir'” Wilkins e e e OI I l F)‘ ,u I ' Golden Syrup. L= er bump—bump—bump indicated thought from the sound Wilkins ap- the trunk today sald Wilkins. “But she is not,” Beatrice sald for a lttle, you shall have the truth, the end o that corridor—Mr. Bol- ecause Robert simply did not compre- "It had_ween there Al mig £ \ S P EVERY young couple starting out in life has visions of she!" - Eef children are denied that happiness because of some functional ary Dalton!" “ w Beatrice lald a slender hand on his for these conditions. 35 the foll()wing letters Show: things. Perhaps you'll recognize them, and a great deal of pain. The doctor from a T‘wt deal of pain every visit Come have any children because I was too I had been married seven years, and into the corridor and out of sight Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, so try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable “1 guess it doesn't matter much own work, and have a lovely boy six health, my pains disappeared, and to leave this world in about three min- i In all your preserving use Domino to1 ; . h : thony. So long! I'll be sorry to think my permission to use this letter.”— Lydia E.Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- bags protected from flies and dust. Many such letters prove the reliability of forlornly “Sweeten it with Domino”’ LYDIA E.PINKHAM MEDICINE CO. LYNN, MASS. puffed. pee that Wilkins was carrying something, peared “She fsn’t there?" Anthony WHAT ARE YoL GOING TO DO WITH THAT AFTER I'VE WAITED AND KEPT THINGS WARM FOR AN HOUR, NOW COME OUT AND STUFF YOURSELF AND THEN | SUPPOSE YOU WILL WANT To Go To BED - YOU'RE GREAT COMPANY! OH,YOU FINALLY GCT HOME DIDYoU! NOW | SUPPOSE YOU WANT YOUR have reason to think otherwise, DINNER SERVED To V(}U? Hg Sl loal el O o5 @idn't Teave herT HCOTEL"DE TOM DUFF” MEALS AT AL OCLOCK WITH A SILLY LOOK “You didn't leave her . A OORE = ol e eTiaTcolD ctockawITH AT REGA‘?DFOQ wl;.:h:«rv' a I: |“'\,‘ ::“v'n:ltvm!’ ‘:»‘ul v\:;h DINNER.PLLTELLYOU THAT' ANYBODY BUT HIMSELF! the trunk Wilkins said smiling wanly. “There wasn't nowhere to come but here, wsir.’” ¥From down the corridor “Yes! I'm-——heaven help me I'm econvinced!" “I'l be taking her into your room wir, Wilkins sald hastily She must be needing a breath of air by this time, poor young lady'™ He lumbered across the living-room and Intor Anthony's ¢ hamber; and re- whispered I’M GOING TO GIVE IT TO WILBUR FOR A WEDDING PRESENT insued GET .PHE HABIT-GD 1O ImroX'S