New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 16, 1924, Page 4

] MY HUSBAND’S LOVE Adele Gariieon New Phase of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE What Lillian Told Madge That Astonished Her There was & subtle note in Lilllan's voice as she apswered the officer's mandate, which, unreasonably enough, raised my spirits immeasurably, It was & Bole of sly satisfaction, which, coupled with her apparent meeks pess, told me that in some Wway un- known to me, things had developed very much to her liking in the last few minutes, The officers who had just warned us pot to admit agaln the man for whom be was searching, of course Was not used to Lillian's inflections, and ac- cepted her demure assurance that we would obey him at ita face value “See that you don't,” he growled, for the zero result of his search had put him in & bad humor, and with his subordinates, he retreated to the hall, and & few wseconds later weo heard the heavy footsteps descend- fng the outer stalrs while Lilllan and 1 clinging to each other, laughed sllently and almost hysterically, rellef over the success of her ruse “Those men's shoes you took from Mollle's fest made a lump T couldn’t hide in our bed,” I whispered, “and 1 was 50 afrald he'd look under the bedelothing, although I had rumpled the coverings as much as I eould “His type never sees anything but the -obvious,” TLilllan replied, and then she moved toward the bedroom. “Mollle needs & bit of reassuring, 1 fancy,” she sald. “He is Really Gone."” She awitched the light on, but Mollle 414 not move an eyelash, Evi- dently she was taking no chances upon the return of the officer, and her pose of innocent, slumbering girthood was perfect. “You're a plcture, Mollie,” Lilllan said with mirth and admiration in her wvolce, “but you don't need to hold the polse any longer.” ‘The great black eyes flew open, and the girl sat up in bed. 1 cer- tainly had no reason to like Mollle Fawecett, but I was forced to admit khat there were few more beautiful plctures than she presented with her fovely face, banded with the blue- blaok hair of the cleverly-constructed wig, tfrom which two long braids hung over her shoulders. “He s really gone, then?" she breathlessly. Lillian’s “First Wish.” “Absolutely,” Lildan replled, “but gor fear ke comes back again you need better get up and remove the rest of your masculine costume from underneath Mrs, Graham's nightgown. Then you can go safely to sleep in & sald in | FEVIPIPRIT TP T Ve T RRRTIe earnest, We'll waken you whea we | need you Slipping from the bed, the girl pidly did a8 Lillian had requested, my friend, gathering up the maseuline clothing in her arms, fol- lowed me out of the roem, pausing At the deor to say significantly “Phere's nothing to keep you in town If there's chance for you to go away for a few days—is there?" The girl's big eyea dilated, whether from relief or apprehension I could not tell; then she replied quietly I shall you wish," Lillian flashed her a cheery smile, “Then I wish first that you go to sleep immediately,” she sald, and as she closed the door 1, who could not keep my eyes away from Mollle Fawcett's beautiful face be my knowledge of Dicky's admiration { of her unusual type, saw the girl sink back inte her pillows with a careful adjustment of the long wig bralds, “That's the most marvelous wig 1 ever saw,” T sald in carefully low- ered tones, as Lillian turned back ra and be glad to do whatever the covers of our bed and gathered | up the shoes and the other garments of Mollie Fawcett's masculine dis- | guise, “It is rather a whiz,'" Lilllan an- | swered, “Poor girl, she'll have to wear |1t for a few hours, anyway, until we |ean get her out of here, Have you {any heavy paper and twine?" | T gave her the wrappings and she | | made the clothes into a compact bundle, “There, toss that inta your trunk until called for,” she said, “But suppose they search apartment again?" 1 ventured, “They won't’” she asserted with a confidence that she explained a second later with the remark: “Yon see, that wasn't a real |lice officer—only a *‘phony.” the po- Gossip’s Corner B For Street Wear Bandings and strappings of elabo- rate material, or of self material beaded, braided, or embroidered are featured extensively for street cos- tumes, Tube Dresses Tube dresses are undoubtedly the | favorites for fall. Tt is most inter- | esting to see how belts have disap- o Tangle. question,’” she evaded. “I have every right in the world,” Letter from Leslie Prescott to Ruth Burke, Continued. I eould stand it no longer, Ruth. 1 drew from my bosom, where it had ‘burned ever since I had worn it there, that anonymous letter, and handed it to my mother. “Mother, the day before I came home, Jack received this letter an- enymously, Of course, he was very indignant. You could not blame him for being so. You remember those ‘beads, do you not, that Alice gave me when 1 was married? Well, it seems they were real pearls that Karl had eollected for me.” Then I told her the whole story from beginning to end, only leaving out that part of it where I sold some of them to get Jack out of trouble. I determined to tell mother about that some time, but I was Just as much determined that Alice ehould not know it. Although I might never live with my husband again, I would not allow anyone in the world to say anything derogatory to him, or even think it. Mother read the letter in silence. “Who knew about this besides Karl?” she asked quickly. “Alice, of course, as she helped to make the plan so that Karl could give them to me, She also knew ot the blackmailing scheme, when I found out the pearls were recal, some time after I was married.” “Does anyone else Kknow about Yhem ' to whom and now “Ruth Ellington Burke, ] went in my trouble; “Who do you think sent this let- or?" ‘asked mother. “Oh, ot course I know who &he thinks sent it,” broke in Alice, “She thinks I sent it." I turned on her like a fl *Well, didn't you send ! *"You have no right to ask me that 7~ GOOD MANNERS™ Get Guests No hostess must fail to =end a car to the station or boat landing for everyone who is expected at her home party. If she con- veyances enough of her own Siast order publ oe and Whe fares charged 89 hersef. not she I answered. Then, Ruth, I did e terrible thing. 1 went up to her, and taking her by the shoulders, 1 shook her violently, saying: “Tell me the truth, You needn't think you are going to stand there and ruin my life just for the sake of your foolish jealousy.” Mother tried to come between us, but I wouldn't let her. I was beside myself by 'this time, and when I came to myself I found that I was shaking my sister until her teeth rattled. “Don’t, don't,” she whimpered. “You hurt me. Mother, are Yyou going to .let Leslie abuse me in this way " At this I let her go s0o violently that she dropped to the floor and lay there crying and moaning and making a great fuss. “To think that my daughters should be doing a thing like this!" “To think that your daughter would do such a thing as write an anonymous letter,” I said. “Who has been writing anony- mous letters?” said a voice at the door, and we looked up to find Karl ‘Whitney. (Copyright, 1924, NEA Service, Inc.) Kills Husban_c! . Becatse she loved her husband and could not bear to lose him through a divorce suit he had filed, Mrs Re- gina Morely, 32, of Kansae City, shot and killed James Emmett Morely, 33, visited the home to sce his monthe-old bahy., They lived in fashio residential district in home known as the “House of en he the able their Hear The safest a Family tflg} | but ause of | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, AUGUST 16, 1024, r— D A TN WASHION SEEVIOE. L Thi k frock is just the thing for early fall days before it becomes | necessary to wear & coat, It ls of | fallle silk with a self-pattern and a | particularly soft finish, The distine. | tive feature is a lapel of the silk that | may be adjusted by means of buttens (10 be worn open as in the photograph revealing a vest of embroidered or. gandle, or closed over to form a pers feetly plain Mlouse with & Jenny neck line. The strap trimmed with but. tons trims the tallored sleeves, peared from most of the smart frocks and that they are not missed at all, Coat Linings Coat linings have become as ornate as gowns themselves, Frequently they are trimmed with buttons, em. broidered, or have velvet de ap- pliqued upon them, | Knitted Scarfs | Knitted scarfs have large mono- rams in wool or silk embroldered on one end, Feminine Touch There is a certain charming fomi- ninity even to the most tallored frocks that Paris is making up for winter— little Inconsequential bows or bits of embroldery keep them from looking too serlous even though the garments may be intended for the most prac- ‘llt‘ul wear, 0 Keep in Dry Place Dried frult should be kept in a dry place and soaked thoroughly before | using. “Did you do any rowing?" the | physical trainer “asked Mr. Mann | when the Iatter returned from his va- | cation. “Naw, I let the kid do it. What do I want to row for?” wasthe reply. “What do you want arms for, or a chest?” demanded the p. t. To those who may not have been on a vacation a wise tip 1is this: get In a little rowing every day if you happen to be near a lake. This falling, there is still the row- ad . “Here I come with a long sword and I intend to cut off the Thingum's earg too!” the Zumzee yelled as he dashed towards Mre. Mingle's house. ‘When, the Thingum heard the Zum- zee shouting and saw the long sword in the Zumzee's hand, the Thingum drew his silver sword and ran to meet the Zumzee. “Just' let me eee you cut off my ears!” the Thingum cried when he met the Zumzee, “Just let me see you, that's what!” 5 The Zumzee made his long sword whistle as he whirled it around his head. “I shall cut off your ears, Mis- ter Zumzee!” the Thingum cried. “Ha, ha, ha! You can't!” the Zum- zee cried. “For I haven't any ears! But I shall cut off your ears Mister Thingum as easy as pie!” “‘Ha, ha, ha!” the Thingum laughed. “You can’t cut off my ears, Mister Zumzee, cause why, I haven't any ears at all. Not even a smidgin.” The Zumzee hardly knew what to say when the Thingum told him thls, for he had not noticed that the Thingum, like himself, did not hawe ears, “Anyway!"” the Zumzee finally said. “I shall fight you with my long sword and drive you away so that I can have Mrs. Mingle's magical cottage tor my very own!"” “Then we shall fight!"” the Thingum said, for he was very hrave, even if the Zumzee had a longer sword. “So the Zumzee stopper whirling his long sword about his head and the Thingum stopped whirling his sword about his head and they both swung their swords back for such mighty strokes, the tips of their swords stuck (surprising what benefit SILK FALL FROCK PULL THE OARS |ing machine at the gymnasium, | For there are few exercises, in | which play and work mingle, that | beat rowing for the development of |arms, shoulders and backs. Leg muscles are also added, and few muscles of the body escape some benefit, It should not be overdone, particu- larly at first, but the distance rowed can be increased gradually and it is is to be gained; also how far one may row without noticing the distance. Toe Adventuresf Raggedydan ed bed, the Zumzee eaid* “My! Raggedy Ann, it's lots more fun being friends @ Johmny Orueite. “Just let me see you cut off my ears!” with people than it is being unfriend- ly and I shall never be selfish after this!” And Raggedy Ann gave the Zumzee a playful poke in his side with her soft rag hand, for she knew that this was indeed very true. Toes Save Her deep in the ground in back of them and tug as hard as they could, neith- er the Zumzee nor the brave Thin- gum could pull his sword from the ground. ‘When this happened, Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy and Mrs. Mingle and Mr. Mingle all laughed heartily and the Thingum and the Zumzee both immediately knew that either Mrs. Mingle or Mr. Mungle had worked magic on the swords. “Ha! Now we can’t fight!” the Zum- zee said. "1 guess [ had better run!” “Do not run away!” Mrs. Mingle said to the Zumazee, You should know by this time that you cannot get my little magical house, &0 why not stay here with ne and be friends? We will forgive you for all the trouble | vou have caused us if you will prom- | ige us not to be troublesome again!” | The Zumzee horrowed Raggedy | Ann‘a hanky to wipe the tears from | his eyes, “This is the first time anyone has | ever to me!” he sohbed. “And 1 promize you truly, Mrs, Min- | gle that T shall be a very good Zum- | zoe after this!” S0 Mrs. Mingle and Mr. Mungle |and the Thingum and Raggedy Ann |and Raggedy Andy all shook hands with the Zumzee and promised to be | good friends. Then Mra. Mingle her | magic cupboard and brought out six | plasses of wild cherry cordial and a large plate of lady fingers and a great big chocolate eake and every one ate until they grew sleepy. And as Raggedy Ann washed Zumzee's MM@® just before he went to been good went to the N X AN Supple, vigorous dancing toes of Margaret Wood, Chicago, routed |six-foot unidentified man attacker in the darkness of her room. She was awakened by the choking claws of a man at her throat. Unable to call for help. the dancer managed to Iplant a heavy kick npon her aseail- ant. The man fled, leaving his cap |and hand#erchief behind. WRECK BEGIN HERE TODAY The “Nervous Wreek" an tric young easterner, is driving Sally Morgan from her father's ranch to the rallroad station when they run out of gasoline,» The occupants of a passing car refuses to slend them any, and the Wreck takes five gal- lons at the point of a gun, Later they are held captive at a ranch along the way because Charlie MeSween, the foreman, wants Sally for a cook, They discover that Mr, Underwood, the wealthy New York owner of the ranch, was in the car which they held up, and that he and his boy and girl are to stay at the ranch for several weeks, The Wreck overhears Underwood notify Sheriff Bob Wells, who is Eally's flance, of the robbery, and tells Sally, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Sally's day did not brighten until afternoon, when Charley made a sug- gestion, The Underwoods had rid- den back into the hills to see some of the prize cattle; they might not be back until late, If Sally and the Wreck wanted to take a couple of horses and look around a bit they could have their plck of what was left in the corral. Charley thought he could find a riding skirt for her; there were always some outfits for possible guests. The Wreck did not enjoy his\ride. He never did, although it would have been useless to expect him to admit it If. only he knew where Charley had hidden the front wheel of the flivver he could laugh at every horse on Montana, But just now there was a certain method in his grim purpose to stay in the saddle. If things came to the worst, he and Sally could steal horses, and with that event as a possibility he was be- hooved te learn something about this painful and primitive method of travel. Sally had just suggested that they turn back, certain that by the time they reached the house the Wreck would have enough for the day, when they encountered the Underwoods— father, son, and daughter, It was the first close glimpse of the family, and she studied them with interest, especially Harriet. Charley per- formed the introduction. The Underwoods did not pay much attention to the Wreck, but they were frankly interested in Sally. Even Jerome Underwood was disposed to be gracious, for he was not unmindful of the dishes that came to his table. It was his first experlence with a woman cook at the ranch, and it suited him so well that he had for- gotten all the admonitions of his New York specialist. On the homeward ride Underwood and his foreman rode together, talk- ing of the ranch. That left Sally and Chester Underwood paired. Chester found himself in a'<state of agreeable surprise. He did not know that cooks were young and good to look at, and knew how to sit in a saddle. He did not know that they could laugh and talk and be un- affectedly interesting at the same time. But he discovered all these things, and he forgot that the ranch bored him ., e had quite a gay time of it all the way home. People from the east always had an interest for Sally; she liked to hear about things of which she knew very little, being possessed of a healthy and enthusias- tic curiosity. She led him to talk as much as he would, and found him willing. Watching from the rear, the Wreck’s brooding turned-into a mo- rose channel, ~ Why was it that he couldn’t talk to & woman in that fashion. He knew that he had none of the graces; he scorned them. But why were they given to the stripling sons of rich men? How did it come that he was always clumsy and ill at ease whenever a woman was about? Even Sally Morgan bothered him. If she bothered hint, why didn't she bother Chester Underwood? But she didn’t; not a bit. Nor did Chester Underwood bother her, But Henry Williams did; the Wreck knew it. She was on an easy footing of com- radeship with the newcomer in five minutes; it was always the same way with ranch hands, or anybody eise. But with himself he felt that she was constantly under a constraint, even though she tried to mask it, She never understood him; sometimes she laughed at him; sometimes he was certain that she had a sense of pity for him, a realization that fairly sickened him. What the devil was the matter with him anyhow? And with her? % When the ranch house came into sight, some idiot urged his horse to a gallop. The Wreck assumed that it was Chester, but he could nat be sure. He was too busy. The Wreck's gray galloped also; he had a brain- less way of imitating other horses. Everybody gallopeds The Wreck sur- vived the gallop by some astonishing trick of fortune, but he did not sur- vive the suddon stop at the gate of the corral. He went right on for a little distance, reaching the ground on all fours. As he slowly arose he became aware that Chester was grin- ning down at him. His hands rolled themselves into fists automatically, and he took a step forward. Then Sally was at his side, gripping him firmiy by the arm, “Let go of me,” he rald savagely. “I'm all right.” “Why, of course you are, Henry.” And then, M a whisper “You come with me. You're not going to do any fighting today. I'm ashamed of you. Henry Willlams, you're worge than a locoed steer. 1 don’t know what I'll do with yon.” CHAPT X1 The Sheriff Arrives Wild, and yet wilder, were the tales that came from the Underwood family concerning the short and simple inci- dent of borrowed gasoline. FEven Charley west must be reverting to haleyon times, Jerome Underwood stuck to his four bandits with a tenacity worthy of the best possible imagina- tion. Harriet Underwood, at first disposed to he literal and to report only those things which she saw, re- ecoens | McSween conceded that the | =~y NEA Serrice Inc membered that she was clever enough to slip her rings dewn her neck, where they scratehed but were others wise safe, She had held her ringless fingers out for the inspection of the man with the gun, and he growled ar her, Chepter confirmed the four bandits, beea he had wisdom enough to see that his father might appreciate eon~ firmation, There was a note of re- pressed heroism in Chester, Several times he had been about to leap; all that restrained him, it appeared, was a fear that when the shooting began others than himself might fall as secs rifices in the horrid fusillade, He told all this to Sally during the ride back to the house, with a gay non- chalance that surprised her, She had an idea that resourceful lying rarely came hefore middle age, so that was driven to belleve that Chester was elther precoclous or prematurely advanced in years, Chester was a large, strongly bullt youth, doubtless capable of bandits as well as foot. ball; but, knowing him for a llar, she found herself filled with an un- graclous undercurrent of doubt con- y ”g.clpaflt “LET GO OF ME. I'M ALL RIGHT.” cerning the precise atatus of his nerve, The most surprising development involved Timothy, the Underwood chauffeur. Timothy had begun by being literal. He had been heard to say that there was but one bandit. But he muiltiplied by six, perhaps in- advertently, perhaps because he drew inspiration from higher sources. At any rate, he did not spoil mat- ters; he magnified. Timothy ate his meals in the kitchen. He was a respectful crea- ture, dlthough he came from New York. He always said “sir” and “ma’am,” until Sally was in fidgets over his deferential speech. He had a mild glance that followed her wherever she went, which the Wreck observed, and of course mistook. So he formed a dislike for Timothy, who did not exactly cringe under his obvious displeasure, but who ‘met it with a patient submission that was worse than deflance, There was no harm in Timothy; he merely lied through force of higher example. But most annoying of all the peo- ple at the ranch, so far as the Wreck was concerned, was Chester Under- wood, Chester, having discovered Sally on horseback, was rediscover- ing her in the Kkitchen. He kept drifting in and out, on pretexts, and sometimes he sat down and watched her as she worked with her sleeves rolled up on brown arms, To Ches- ter the Wreck was merely a person who washed dishes, waited on table, and fell off horses—quite uninterest- ing and not a claimant fot notice. The washer of dishes found himself growing surly, without knowing why. The able-bodied heir of Jerome Un- derwood was not worth bothering about, so long as he stuck to his own business and did not annoy the ‘Wreck. He could talk to Sally, if he chose, and if Sally chose to talk to him, which it scemed that she did. Sally was growing restive, The labor of cooking for a large house- hold did not dismay her, although it was not exactly recreation, She wanted to be moving again, although the time and the means had not pre- sented themselves. But no matter how necessary it might be to remain in hiding, it was also irksome, Be- ing young, she did not have the pa- tience that comes with years, Anything that broke the routine, however, was welcome, even an invi- tation from Chester for a ride over the hills, She went, and there were just two in the party. Nobody had invited the Wreck, and as it was not Sally’s party, he could not fairly ex- pect it. She did not believe that he cared to go, anyhow, for he hated horses, As she and Chester rode off he stood leaning against the frame of the kitchen gdoor glowing at them. 1t would no' have been a good time for anybody to offer him pleasantries. He felt unaccountably lonesome as Sally's horse disappeared over a rise, All the way from Pittsburgh to th Bar-M he never suffered from Jone- someness, although there were days when he scarcely exchanged a word with anybody. But now it seemed that the world conspired to isolate him, and he resented the conepiracy. He had an uncomfortable sense of being deserted as she rode away. He went back into the kitchen after a while, where Timothy sat in a corner reading a magazine. There were some dishes that belonged in the pantry, and the Wreck started thither with them. His foot tripped against a chair leg, and two of the dishes slid off the top of the pile and splintered on the floor. The Wreeck stood scowling at them until he heard a snicker from the corner. Timothy was grinning with good-natured amusement. (Continued in Our Next lssue) In Every Home Daily use of Cuticura Soap keeps the pores active and the skin clear and hnltu&. while the Ointment heals Wr? and other irritations, Cuticura Talcum is a delicately med- icated antiseptic powder of pleasing fragrance. HOT WEATHER MENUS Luncheon Frult Cup Molded Cheese Balad Whole Wheat Bread Radishes Olives Iced Chocolate Substantial salads are delicious fer luncheon, but out of place for din- ner. This cheese salad may be out of the ordinary and appeal for that reason as well as one or two others, Molded Cheese Salad Three-fourth cup grated cheese, 1-8 teaspoon mustard, 1 cup chopped nuts, 1 cup whipping cream, 1-2 teaspoon onion juice, 1-2 teaspoon celery, pep- per, paprika, 1 teaspoon salt, 1 table- spoon granulated gelatin, 1 tablespoon minced parsley, Soften gelatin in four tablespoons cold water and melt over boiling wa- ter. Whip cream until stiff, fold in cheese, nuts and seasoning and dis- solved gelatin, Turn into a mold and put on fce to chill and bhecome firm. Remove from mold and cut in slices. Berve on a bed of lettuce hearts with french dressing made with minced pimentoes, Dinner Menu Jellied Bouillon Radishes Celery Olives Brofled Porterhouse Steak Creamed Potatoes Lima Beans Cabbage Salad Watermelon Cones Many people serve iced tea eor coffee for the summer dinner rather than a hot drink. Watermelon cones make even a rather poor melon into something re- freshing and delicious. ‘Watermelon Cones Cut the red part of a' melon into cone shaped pieces. Dip iIn hot heavy sirup. The sirup must net boil. Pack cones in the mold of an fce cream freezer and pack in half salt .and half ice. Let stand one or two *hours, depending on the make of your freezer, and serve three or four cones to each person. Orange julce can be added to the sirup. Boil 1 cup sugar and 1-3 cup wa- ter five minutes to make the sirup. Remove from the fire, add fruit and let stand until the fruit is saturated with the sirup. If you boil the sirup too long a brittle coating will be formed over the melon. (Copyright, 1924, NEA Service, Inc.) Boys and girls today are better in health, intelligence and physical strength than in any previous gen- eration, says an English doctor. THE-YOUNG LADY ACROSS THE WAY The ym’“:lly across the way says she certainly does hope the Mellon plan of tax reduction will prove satisfactory now that we've got it. CAPITOL STARTING SUN. NIGHT JACKIE COOGAN Little Robinson | mixn Crusoe Special Shows For Children Each Day, 4:00 p. m.—10c