New Britain Herald Newspaper, March 27, 1922, Page 5

& @, ASMHutch ©1971 ASMHUTCHINSON CHAPTER I, To take Mark Sabre at the age of thirty-four, and in'the year 1912, and at the place Penny Green Is to neéces- sitate looking back a little towards the time of his marriage in 1904, but happens to find him in good light for observation. Encountering him here abouts, one who had shared school days with him at his prepara- tory school so much as twenty-four years back would have found mat- ter for recognition. A usefully garrulous person, one Hapgood, a solicitor, found much. “Whom do you think I met yester- day? Old Sabre! You remember old Babre at old Wickamote's? . . .. Yes, that's the chap. Used to call him Puzzlehead, remember? Because he used to screw up his forehead over things old Wickamot® or any of the other masters said and sort of drawl out, ‘Well, I don't see that, sir' . . . . Yes, rather! ... . And then that other expression of his. Just the op- posite. When old Wickamote or someone had landed him, or all of us, with some dashed punishment, and we were gassing about it, used to screw up his nut in the same way and say, ‘Well, what does he mean, you ass?’ and he'd start gassing some rot till someone said, ‘Good lord, fancy sticking up for a master!” And old Puzzlehead would say, 'You sickening fool, I'm not sticking up for him. I'm only saying he's right from how he looks at it and it's no good saying he's wrong.’ . . .. Ha! Funny days .. Yes, I met him.... “Yes, in his office I saw him . . He's in a good business down there at Tidsborough. Dashed good. ‘Fortune, Fast and Sabre’ . . . Never heard of them? Ah, well, that shows you're not a pillar of the church, old son. If you took the faintest interest in your particular place of worship, or in any Anglican place of worship, vou'd know that whenever you want any- thing for the church from a hymn book or a hassock or a pew to a pul- pit or a screen or a spire you go to Fortune, East and Sabre, Tidborough. Similarly in the scholastic line, any- thing from a birch rod to a desk— Fortune, East and Sabre, by return and the best. No, they're the great, the great, church and school-furnish- ing people. “Married? Oh, yes, he's married. Has been some time, I believe, though they've no kids. I had lunch at his place one time I was down Tidbor- ough way. Now there’s a place you ought to go to paint one of your pic- tures—where he lives—Penny Green. Picturesque, quaint if ever a place was Healing Cream Stops Catarrh Clogged Air Passages Open at Once—Nose and Throat Clear. 1f your nostrils are clogged and your head is stuffed because of nasty catarrh or a cold, apply a little pure, antiseptic cream into your nostrils. Tt penetrates through every air passage, soothing and healing swollen, inflam- ed membranes and you get instant re- lief. Try this, Get a small bottle of Ely's Cream Balm at any drug store. Your cleogged nostrils open right up; vour head is clear; no more hawking or snuffling. County fifty. All the stuffi- ness, dryness, struggling for breath is N Y inson oisd “Yes, you go down there and have a look, with your sketch-book. Old Sabre'll love to see you ... His wife? . . . Oh, very nice, distinctly nice, Pretty woman, very. Some- how I didn't think quite the sort of woman for old TI'uzzlehead. Didn't appear to have the remotest interest in any of the things he was keen about and he seemed a bit fed with her sort of talk. Hers was all gossip —all about the people there and what a rum crowd they were. Devilish funny, I thought, some of her stor But old Sabre—well, 1 suppose he'd tfieard 'em before. Still, there was something—something about the two of them. You know that sort of— sort of stiffish feeling you sometimes fecl in the air with two people who don't quite click.” CHAPTER II. Thus, by easy means of the gar- rulous Hapgood, appear persons, places, institutions; lives, homes, ac- tivities; the web and the tangle and the amenities of a minute fragment of human existence, Life. An odd “HA! JINKS, EH? HIGH JINKS AND LOW JINKS, WHAT?" engulfed, submerged, foundered by fthem; all of us on the same adven- ture yet retaining nevertheless each his own individuality, as swimmers carrying each his undetachable bur- den through dark, enormous and cav- ernous seas. Mysterious journey! Un- charted, unknown and finally—but there is no finality! Mysterious and stunning sequel—not end—to the mysterious and tremendous adven- ture! Finally, of this portion, death, disappearance—gone! Astounding de- velopment! Odd affair! Mysterious and baffling conundrum to be mixed business. Into life we come, mys- teriously arrived, are set on our feet and on we go: functioning more or less ineffectively, passing through per- mutations and combinations; meeting the successive events, shocks, sur- prises of hours, days, years, becoming up in! . . . Life! Come to this pair, Mark Sabre and his wife Mabel, at Penny Green, and have a look at them mixed up in this odd and mysterious business of life. II. Penny Green—'picturesque, quaint if ever a place was,” in garrulous Mr. Hapgood's words—Ilies in a shallow depression, in shape like a narrow meat dish. It runs east and west, and slightly tilted from north to south. To the north the land slopes pleasantly upward in pasture and or- chards, and here was the site of the Penny Green Garden Home Develop- ment Scheme. Beyond the site a considerable area, stands Northrepps, gone. You feel fine. DOINGS OF THE DUFFS SAY, WILBUR IF You WANT ANY BREAKFAST HAVE To RUN OVER TO THE STORE FIRST AND GET SOME EGGS! 'HO WUM- MONDAY the seat of Lord Tybar. Lord Ty- NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, f DOES YOUR HOUSEWORK SEEM HARD? Has Your Strength Left You! Pepto-Mangan Will Restore 1t, If you have dyspepsia and head- aches, and feel “all in,” don't take it for granted that there is no relief, | Strength and ambition for your tasks will come when you builld up your weakened blood with Gude's Pepto- Mangan, ‘Take it with your meals a few weeks and see the permanent benefit, It is just the thing to aid | you to recover full health. ‘This won- | derfully efficient form of food iron | quickly improves the appetite, adds color to cheeks and lips and imparts strength to the jaded muscles, Re- member to ask for "Gude's Pepto- Mangan," Sold in both liguid and tablet form. Advertisement. e bar sold the Development site to the | developers, and, as he signed the deed of conveyance, remarked in his airy way, “Ah, nothing like exercise, gen- tlemen. That's made every one of my ancestors turn in his grave.” The developers tittered respectfully as be- fits men who had landed a good thing. Westward of Penny Green is Cho- vensbury; behind Tidborough the sun rises. Penny Green, not of like Rome, had been built in a day. The houses the Penny Green Garden Home, on the otheg hand, were being run up in as nedr to a day as enthusiastic developers, feverish contractors (vy- ing one with another) and impatient tenants could encompass. Nor was Penny Green built for a day. The houses had been built not only by people who intended to live in them, | and proposed to be roomy and well | cupboarded and stoutly beamed and floored in them, but who, not fore- seeing restless and railwayed genera- tions, built them to endure for the children of their children’s children and for children yet beyond. Sabre's house was of grey stone and it pre- sented over the doorway the date of 1667. “Nearly two hundred and fifty s,”” Mabel had once said. nd I bet” Sabre had replied, “it's never been better kept or run than you run it now, Mabel.” The tribute was well deserved. Mabel, who was in many ways a model woman, was pre-eminently a model housewife. ‘“Crawshaws” was spotlessly kept and perfectly admin- istered. The only room in the house which Sabre did not like was the sitting room on the ground floor, and it was his own room, furnished and deco- rated by Mabel for his own particular use and comfort. But she called it his *“den,” and Sabre loathed and de- tested the word den as applied to a room a man specially inhabits. It implied to him a masculine untidi- ness, and he was intensely orderly and hated untidiness. It implied cus- toms and manners of what he called “boarding-house ideas'—the idea that a man must have an untidily com- fortable apartment into which he can rctire and envelop himself in tobac- co smoke, and where he ‘can have his own things around him and “have his pipes and his pictures about him,"” and where he can wear “an old shoot- ing jacket and slippers”-—and he loathed and detested all these phrases and the ideas they connoted. He had no ‘old shooting jacket” and he would have given it to the gardener if he had; and he detested wearing slippers and never dld wear slippers; it was his habit to put on his boots after his bath and to keep them on till he put on shoes when changing for dinner. Above all, he loathed and Cuticura Soap ~— Imparts The Velvet Touch y word him door of a by a wife, In a mincing vision the to ctested the which len” always conjured up This was a vision of the typleal den heing opened wnd of the wife saying volce, "This is George in his den,” and of honrding-louse females peer- ing over the wife's shoulder and smil- ing fatuously at the denizen who, in an old shooting jacket and slippers, grinned vacuously hack at them, To Mark this was a horrible and un speakable vision The matter of the den and another matter, touching the servants, came up hetween them in the very carllest days of thelr married life, Mabel had been busy “settling things" and she took him round the with de- liclous pride and happiness, Mark, sharing both, “had his arm linked in hers. When they came to the fourth sitting room Mabel announced gaily, “And this is your den!" Mark gave a mock lord, not den!" “Yes, of course, not %" “I absolutely can't stick den.”” He need about. “Who on carth's left fearful old slippers there?” hey're a pair of fathe I took them specially for you for this room. You haven't got any slippers like that.” He gazed house groan. “Oh, den. Why ever upon the heels down- trodden by her heavy father. “No, I haven't,” he ald, and thought grimly, “Thank God!" 111, Mabel opened the “The master's come the kitchen looks.” Two maids in black dresses and an extraordinary amount of stiffly starched aprons and caps and stream- ers rose awkwardly and hobbed aw ward little hows. One was very tall, the other rather short. Mabel looked from the girls to Mark and from Mark to the girls, precisely as if she were exhibiting rare specimens to her husband and her husband to her rare specimens. And in the tone of one exhibiting pinned, dried, and com- pletely impersonal specimens, she an- nounced, ‘They’'re sisters, Their name is Jinks."” Mark, examining the exhibits, had been feeling like a fool. Their name humanized them and relieved his awkward feeling. "“Ha! Jinks, eh? Kitchen door. to see how nice ATURDAY, MARCH 25 a0, 00 19 High Jinks and Low Jinks, what?" He laughed. It struck him as rather comic; and High Jinks and Low Jinks tittered broadly, losing in the most astonishing way the one her severity and the other her glumness. (Continued in Our Next Issue). NFLUENZA SCOURGE RAGING INALBANIA Daily Death Rate Is Growing Larger Every Day Airana, Albania, March 27. Tu- berculosis, malaria and influenza are increasing alarmingly in Albania. The death rate is mounting daily. Whole towns and villages are affect- ed. There is little medicine to be had. There are only a dozen doc- tors to minister to several hundred thousand persons. The Italians and the members of the American Red Cross are assisting the local authori- ties in fighting the epidemic. No Hospitals, There are neither hospitals nor nurses in Albania. Those who prac- tice medicine are principally phar- macists and druggists with little or no medical training. When the Mo- hammedan members of the commun- ity fall ill, little effort is made at T FOOLISH WIVES It Took Two Years To Make by g e e A g A i one-eleven cigarettes YIRGINIA r FIFTEE In a new package that fits the pocket— At a price that fits the pocket-book— The same unmatched blend of TURKISH, VIRGINIA and BURLEY Tobaccos ~Which means that if you don't like *'111"* Cigarettes, your money back from the dealer. FIFTH AVE NEW YORR CITY *111 treatment. “It is the will of Allah,” says the fatalistic Moslem and he calmly awaits the end. Disease is Rampant. Normally the Albanians are a healthy, hardy race, but the country, especially the coast towns and the valle; is rampant with malaria and infectious discases. The damp, cold winter, poorly constructed houses and bad food have given tuberculosis a firm foothold throughout the country. Diseases incident to malnutrition, filth, neglect and bad water are every- where prevalent., Much of all this is the result of ten years of continuous war. The Albanians were poor in, 1913. They have grown poorer with each pass- ing year. Long privation, lack of nourishment, medicine and care have brought them to a point of great mis- ery and impoverishment, Approximately one-third of federal employes throughout the the United States are women. CANYOU BEAT ITP WHEN | WAS SINGLE. | USED TOGO OULT AND GET MY BREAKFAST AND NOW | HAVE TO GO OUT AND GET IT AND BRING IT HOME AND WAIT MORNING AN’ |\ HAVENT MADE A SALE N A WEEK - GUESS | BETTER WIRE THE BOSS | SEE YOUR SIXTY CENTS How Do You FORIT MARKED FIFTY CENTS AND Some Are Good And Some Are Bad EGGS ARE A DOZEN - PICKpTNEM I i IF YOU WANT THE SIXTY CENT EGGS, | PICK THEM OULT AND IF YOUL WANT THE FIFTY CENT EGGS YoUL PICK THEM QUT AND TAKE BY ALLMAN = 4 GEE WW\Z - THERE GOES THAT GIRL | MET ON TW TRAWN- OH BOV | SEE. 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