New Britain Herald Newspaper, April 25, 1925, Page 4

Madg®'s Vehement Protest Against Romance Becoming Flat and Humdrum, At Dicky's pointed question and | the erit glances he gave me. I felt my checks flame and was fu- rlous that T could not better conceal my reaction to his startling query 1 told myself grimly that the “iningled emotions,” voeabu so dear to the old-time novellsts king a playground of ary o were surely m my nervous system. Chagrin, anger, and a touch of panie, vague, un- v ing, but real, had their way th me while my husband's coolly uising eves held mine .Then I t the glimmer of mischief be~ nd the disapproval which his eyes te the fon of my irely he was erned as I had imoned my will m banteringly. and nerves relaxed a bit, not as serfously teared, and I power to answer 1 mirrored, “I haven't had time to bother with 1 wcales”, T told him wrinkling my nose at him, a facial grimace which ver falls to win an appreciative n from Dicky. “And—incidentally Mistah Bones will toss the same question back at vou. How long since yoh weighed yohself, Mistah?” But this time the grin failed to materialize, and the mischiet died out of his eye: not joking” he sald, “at least not now, I wasn't particularly serious at first, because I thought the merest hint that you might be 2dding an ounce or two would send vou on an altitude fliight. But if m vour's taking the attitude that you| don't care a tinker's solder-pot about your appearance, why I've just this—" Oh! But Dicky!” T interrupted thoroughly frightened again. “You know I do care—immensely. 1 thought you were fooling—you know how you love to tease, but tell me, really, you don't think I'm get- ting— “Pleasingly plump the ugly word at which I had halted. His voice held a mollified note, while his eyes were again mischievous, and the stern lines around his mouth had softened into a smile, “Isn't that the phraseology which all the ‘stvlish stouts’ use?” T shivered and looked at him dumbly, too miserable and panic stricken to enjoy his gibing. Dicky chot a keen glance at me, and then drew my hands up around his neck and bent his face to mine. “You blasted little idiot!” he sald, “ean't you ever learn to be ‘mejum * One second you act as if you'd Just Dicky dodged A Wife's Confession Adele Garrison's New Phase of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE Rioseiiiiiasasssisssaisasinsanisiestassas et e s R0 RO oAt | LETTER ¥ROM JOHN ALDEN | PRESCOIT 70 MRS, MARY ) ALDEN PRESOOTT, CONTINUED Please do not think, mother, that 1 object to any friendship that you | might make, but I want to it pos- sible, fnsure you from some man who might only be a fortune-hunter [as soon welgh a ton if it happened ~Yn suit your fancy, and the next | you're shaking all over at the idea|and who would expect that ho might or having put on a few pounds.” |gettle himselt in a life of luxury if I clung to him convulsively, won. | he married you and then make you dering if he fathomed the reason | Miserable. for my really absurd reaction to his | Perhaps 1 am saying things that question as to my weight. No one 1 shonld not, Perhaps you have no knew any bettsr than I the fastidi- | intention of making this man any- ous standards of feminine pulchri-|thing more than a friend, and no tude which my husband cherished, |One knows better than I how hard But never before had T been com- |t is for a woman of your age to pelled to face the slightest word of | find & man who might be a friend criticlsm from him. Always he had [ Without boring her. kept up the declaration made in the| I have never known a man of hectie days of his tempestuous woo- | your age who was not selfish—even ng, that in Jir atures and color- | more selfish than the average ing I was lis ideal. Even when I|young man. And you have been had had se n his beauty-longing eyes | independent for so long that 1 am ttracted by other types, like Grace | afraid for you, Draper, Clalre Foster, Edith Fair-| My friend scems to think that you fax, Mollie Tawcett—he never by |are quite suited to each other. Con- word nor glance had disparaged me. | sequently, if you do not give him Can't Beat Tt!" | the fmpression that you are a rich the knowledge that he|woman T can not but think that a looks so highly, there | friendship between you two might ¥ had come to me the fear that prove very happy for all concerned. 1 should begin to lose what! T am smiling, mother dear, as T he was pleased to call my “beauty” write this, I never thought that T my Thusband's affection for would begin to wane, T stili remem- But with prized my en kind, and T hope you will take It me | would have to do anything of llvfll o Tangles made me think that you are quite happy. Lealie and the boys are very well, ind She has been packing up the apartment and we expect to leave for Pittsburgh the last of next week, She has gone bugs on the subject of Early American antiqui- tles, and In this I am sure you would be much in sympathy for I have never known g family that had as many beautiful pleces of old ma- hogany and other heirlooms as ours. The other day Leste informed me that she had had the paper taken from the walls of an old hoyse and was golng to have it put on the walls of our dining room, T had no idea that such a thing could be done, but we must live and ‘Mearn, for she explained that this was done very frequently nowadays, 1‘ Mlss Anderson seems to think | that you are well enough to do without her companionship, I want | you to keep her as long as you wish her, and as long as she will stay. 1 wish you could see your new grandchild and Leslie, and I extend | come and see us for at least a month as soon as we arrive in Pittsburgh, I think you will enjoy yourself with Lesle more than you ever did hefore, as your tastes for old furni- |ture T know will prove of inex- | haustible interest. Affectionately your son, | bered most vividly the day when |exactly as I have written it. JOHN ALDEN PRESCOTT. my dress had caught fire at the| Tn a note in which Miss Anderson Copyright, 1925, NEA Service, Inc.) fireplace in the old Brennan house | enclosed the month's bill, she said | near Marwin, and of Dicky's tense | you were well and looking hetter | TOMORROW—Letter from Leslie cry. “Will she be disfigured, Doc-than she had ever seen yon This |Preseott to Sydney Carton. tor " Always since the day of my f marriage have I taken exquisite | |care of my face and person, ltrying | FADLES ON HEALTH |to avert the inevitable day when | Dicky's critical eyes should find | flaws In me. 1 realized, however, how futile [were my efforts, if my only lure for Dicky lay in my physical attractive- | |ness. In my mother-in-law's phrase- | 610y, “the woods were full” of girls boils with the coming of spring. lin thelr teens who would be proud | Bad blood may cause them. to recelve his attentions. My obser- an infection of the skin sometimes Ivation also had shown me many will cause a hoil. couples comfortably jogging along| A soon as a sorencss is felt a | together, content with each other, | mixture of camphor and spirits of | nelther worrying about ti other's | turpentine should be applied. {appearance. Pour the turpentine on lumps of Ah! The mental esclamation was gum camphor, and bathe the part wrung from me by the que word |with the liquid. “jogging.” T could not bear that as| When there fs much inflammation |applied to the romance which always (a flaxseed poultice will give [had been Dicky's and mine. Some- | |times we had been raised to dizay | Many persons are affected with To make a medium-sized flaxseed Also | FOR TREATING BOILS poultice have a cupful of water boiling in & saucepan and stir in sufficient flaxseed mea), nearly a cupful, to make it stiff enough not fo run when spread, Boil a couple of minutes, and then beat until it is light and spongy. Spread on cotton, leaving enough margin to turn up on the poultice. Then cover with old muslin. | Another good treatment for boils, it just beginning, is to paint the relief. | sore and swollen part with tineture | | of iodine. | neights of happiness, we also had plumbed the depths of emotional | Imisery. But never had we been hemdrum, never had we “jogg: land there was vehement protest at Ithe thought, as I answered Dicky's soothing banter. | “I can't bear it, Dicky. T never| | areamed—on, won't you love me any | i | more it—" “There is one nice thing about be- uffed down in the old woman’s + Raggedy Ann whisper- t, Raggedy Ann?" Raggedy ked. “The fron trunk is so thick, we can only faintly hear the howls of {he thres fierce wild Cougars who | are waiting outside to capture us and take us to th into bect st plied. That was indeed true. The gedys could hardly hear the I of Charlie and Karlie and Kenneth r as they sat around the old an's house and howled ever and ever so loudly. fy goodness! run home!” the “They make me ner Raggedy Ann 1 wish they would wild the world do you three fi cougars sit there howling o dismal- Toe Adverturesf KaggedyAun By wfaggedyAnly 2 home to make us old woman said, And she went to the door and said “Why in N Gruelle | gars thought, “Let her go, and when | she has gone, we will go in her house | and find the Raggedys. Then when |she returns with the doughnuts and meats, we W ke the things away | from her and eat them for our din-| ner!” So they let the old woman go | so they could search the house. As soon as she was away from the house, the old woman ran as fast as she c 1 until she came to & large stone. Then s took gedys from her basket and laid it upon the ground and rolic stone on top of them And as she rolled the stone from its placc, Grampy Hoppyload, who had been sleeping under it, rubbed his eyes, but said nothing knew, as soon as the old wo hie would rescue the Raggedys. “Now I will go to the grocery:" the old woman said out loud as she | If you have a half a hollday today, u may need ¥ this p » s w7 |Grampy Hoppytoad got a jarge soly There are a few ]y-flw‘,,\-:‘wi{of‘:‘g:,:,r,\:‘ixzw,i ag. |and rolled the stone from Raggedy | WOrds in here that will stop you for gedy Andy, that’s why!” the three Ann and Raggedy Andy, then they 2 W flerce wild cougars cried. 1 caught hold of hands and g HORIZONTAL “I spect if you would run along as they could, 1. 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But she refuses to learn, Dick has an attack of flu. While he is working at home with Miss Briggs, his secretary, Gloria plans a house-warming. She asks Stanloy Wayburn, an actor with whom she was once in love, to be one of the guests. He accep! When Dick meets Wayburn he is fmstantly jealous, although the ac- tor devotes himselt to Mrs. Gall Glory drinks too much, and faints away while dancing with Dr. John Seymour, whose wife, May, Is in love with Jim Carewe. The party breaks up when Lola Hough scolds | Bill, her husband, for petting. Mag- gle, disgusted, quits her job and re- turns to Mother Gregory. | Then Glory hires Ranghiid Swan- son, although Dick tells her they can't afford a maid. And she buys $400 worth of clothes, besides! Then she begs Dick to buy her an automobile, He says he hasn't enough money to do it. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | “If T sell my own car, I'll make enough on the sale to pay down something on the new one for you,” Dick said, “I don’t suppose I really | need that old speedster of mine. Tt would probably do me good to walk | to the office once in a while.” “You do look pale, Dick," Glory sald, “and I'm not saying that just because T want you to sell your| car.. .. You really don't look well.” | But as the daye went by Glory | | thought that Dick had forgotten | all about the little blue car. On the morning of her twenty- first birthday Dick had gone when | she opengd her eyes, after a night | | | | | | and what have you got out of it? pctter for some decoration, LOTS OF COLOR and peel these potatoes, while you| Here is a colorful frock with finish your snack.” dots and circles of rose color on a “You don't seem & bit excite® background of Copenhagen blue. about my having an automoblle, | 'ullness is introduced by pleats Mother, Glory ocomplained, “I (that hang from the pockets. A thought you'd be tickled to death,” monogramed tie and bands of plain “Well, T am” her mother sald color form the trimming. placidly, “but I'm getting used to seeing you get everything you want, Glory, eince you married Dick. After you came home with that new fur coat I wns ready for anything. T could see then that Dick was go- ing to spoll you . .. by giving you everything that you wanted, or thought you wanted, You're a lucky woman, Glory. He's a man in a mil- lion."” Gossip’s Corner To Brush Bread A soft paint brush is desirable to have for brushing bread, rolls and | pastry with belted butter, Glory laughed knowingly. Take in Clothes Don't leava your clothes out on the line to flop and blow after they are dry. | “He is not!" she sald, “It's llke | pulling teeth to make him spend a nickel! . . . But I've just told him that if he wants me to live with him, he's got to come across with the things that other men give their | Baby's Stockings Baby’s stockings should be washed carefully in lukewarm water and suds and dried ona wooden form, wiv ‘Glorla Gordon! That's a terrible way to talk!" her mother said in a shocked voice, “And you only mar- ried a few weeks!” | “What has that to do with t?"| Glory asked, folding her napkin. “I'm going to start out the right way. Dick’s got to know right from the beginning that he can't make a dishmop of me. Look at yourself, | No Pictures Need Mother! All your life you've worked | papeled wulls‘::lsl for ;(;ipk‘luren. your fingers to the bone for Dad | A room furnished in plain paper 18 Planning Dinners It you are having guests for din- ner and have no mald to assist you be sure to plan your dinner so there will be no dessertto make when din- ner time comes, Not a thing that I can see!” Mrs, Gordon peeled potatoes si- Heat Range Slowly lently, for & fow minutes, | A new range should be very grad- Well, you may not be ablg 10|41y neated to prevent the possi- see it, but I have & lot of habpl- |\miy of cracking ness, Gloria,” she said quietly. | 7 ' “Your Dad and 1 get along prelly‘ well, together, I care more for him | gk jace 3 : $ ! 4 ace is a very popular today, when he's old and broken- | {rimming on dresses of white chif- down, than I ever did before In my | {on of white faffeta. In fact, the life, I gueas. ... And we're content- | iompination of black lace with Black and White birth for t ed, owning this little house of OUrt. | white js much smarter than the all | of deep, dreamless sleep. It's paid for, at last, after thirteen | 100k jace outfit. R ERa alab - 100! satl admi [ this morning?” she asked Ranghild | Glory shook her head. Her moth- | Wide Choker Popular e s s Sccata B L a Ve e 1,900 {Srhan ahe Erought up|het breiktaat | eriwas| beyend)Berlicomprehenslon: | s ot el e O e (it coninn oi e« scree | tray. * | she had little, and vet she was| o8 % : : S He | He did, ma'am,” Ranghild an.§ happy. Anyone could see that she ed at swered. “And an hour ago a man | was happy ... with the smile that [ gard drove a new car into our driveway. | always lurked in her aspectaclea | erl ors t | I1t's etanding there, now." ! blue eyes, and the upward twist of l Ciren | Glory leaped from bed. She yan her humorous mouth. ilace downstairs in her bare feet and! “I'll go out and buy some flowers | ; Th | looked out of the sunroom win- | for your table tonight,” Glory said. | / or g dow. . . . | “You needn't” Mrs. Gordon an-| s th There it was, with the sunshine |ewered, “I've nine geraniums in! striking its polished sides . . . her| bloom in the front windows, You little blue Wingad Victory! Her very | can go and cut the blossoms from | own! Glory thrilled with happiness|them if you will, for me. . . And as ehe stood iooking at it. | I've bought little red candles to go While she was dressing the lcle-‘ on the cake. phone rang, | Glory went into the dining room Breakfast—Baked apples, cereal, thin cream, ecrisp whole wheat toast, |creamed fish, milk, coffee. |gar, 3% teaspoon salt, 1-8 teaspoon | pepper, %: teaspoon sugar. Melt butter, stir in flour and slow- hung up the receiver with a bang. What right had Dick to glve Miss | Briggs a message like that for her? ‘Why should Miss Briggs have to | know that she didn't know how to | run an automobile . that her { family had never owned.one? And why hadn’t Dick telephoned, himself, to wish her a happy birth- day? ... There had been a time only a few short weeke ago when he had voice, rlage changed a man! As soon as| | you . . . evidently. Or, at any rate, | | he didn’t care half so much for you | | as he had. . . | . | The demonstrator arrived a little | before twelve Walnut Hill park, As they bow)cd“r' | along, he explained the mechanism | of the car to her. Around and around the park they drove. And at last hre let Glory | take the wheel for a few minutes. ‘Tomorrow I'll be out at the same time, and T'I| let you drive,” ! the demonstrator told Glory as they drove back to the house. He jotted down some instructions for Gloria. After he had gone Glory stood on the front steps, It wag only three o'clock. She hadn't seen her mother | for more than & week. She decided to walk the long mile to her old home, | Mrs. Gordon saw Glory coming {up the street, from her arm chair in the bay window, She came out on the porch to welcome her. “Well, 1 thought you'd forgotten | that you had a mother, dearie,” she | said, her eyes shining with tears, | her lips smiling. With arms linked, they went into the house, “Well, I've had the busiest time of my whole life 5o far,” Glory ex- plainad, “First of all, T gave a hous warming and then I-spent a whole day shopping, and I've been pleking | a new automobile! ., . And to- | day T got it. Dick gavé it to me for | a birthday present . . . You forgot | | that today was my birthday, didn’t | you, motherkin?” 1 | " Mrs. Gordon bridled. | “Indeed T did not™ she safd. “T| called up this morning to ask you | and Dick to come here for supper | | tonight. The mald said you were | | still asteep. Then I called again a | few minutes ago, and she sald yot | | were out But I went right| | anead and baked your birthday | | cake, anyway.” ghe led Glory out into the little | [ Kitchen that was more like a sitting | room than anything clse, There was a rocking chair with | a red calico cushion in one corner, | out and the table was set ready for & | meal. The family always ate break- | | fast there ! Glory went into the dark pantry. On the shelf was a brown crock, half filled with baked beans, | “Yum, yum, my favorite fnnvlf": Glory smacked her lips greedily. Mrs, Gordon took a plate out of the cupboard. £he put a large belp- ing of beans on it, and a slice of cold roast beef. “There, dearie, while yo''re eat- ing that, I'll call up Incx and sek | him to come here to supper,” Mrs. Gordon said In a few minutes she came back | into the kitehen, | All right, he's coming,” she told Glory. “Now I'll #it right down here steps on the:front porch. She ran to open the door for her father. looked at her. proudly. | thought he'd have a princess like | this!"” was 50 little and old . . . her Dad! | | called her up three or four times a | His whole life had been a disap- | day just to hear the sound of her | pointment. | writing a history of the world. And Oh, well, that was the way mar- | after he he had you, he stopped caring for | or three hat boxes up in the attic| | see. for a printer far down on Church | Let drain. and drove Glory to | street, for a tiny salary. i in, Dick, towering above the old man. | minutes. one's pity. | #he said, when she had kissed Dick. | | the moment to give my wite her At six o'clock Giory néard foot- |bran bread, stewed rhubarb, sponge | eake, milk, coftee, y The children of school age should be served the creamed fish for breakfast. | Children under school age should | not be allowed to eat the horse- radish cream sauce suggested in the | dinner menu. Barly in the season desserts with a strawberry flavor are most ac- ceptable. This recipe for strawberry pudding is well worth remembering. | The foundation of the pudding is light but nourishing and s quite | uitable for small children. | Fresh Strawberry Pudding cream. ical sauce that is very good. He held her away from him, and “Well, my fine our lady he old Dad never | I Jump rose in Glory's throat. He years | He had spent had finished it no one| would publish it. There were two One pint strawberrics, 1 cup wa- | filled with the manuscript of that|ter, 3 tablespoons cornstarch, 1-4 | life-work that no one would e\'crih-umm salt, % cup sugar, 2 eggs | (whites), | . And now he was working! Wash berries and crush slightly. | There should be one cup | joiee. Put juice and water into a! As they stood there under the|smooth saucepan and bring to the | gaslight in the hall, Dick rang the [bolling point. Dilute cornstarch in | tront doorbell, Mr. Gordon let him | crough cold wafer to pour easily. | stir into boiling liquid, Cook over | asked [ hot water, stirring constantly for 10 | Add salt, sugar and “How's business, these days, with|Lerries. Keep hot over hot water you?" land fold in the whites of the cggs | “Fine as silk,” answered Glory's|beaten until stift and dry. Turn | father, as he helped Dick oft with |into a mold dipped in cold \\alvr.‘ his coat. That had been his answer, | Chill and serve with boiled custard “How do you do, sir?” always. He and his bueiness . , .|sauce made with the yolks of the everything about him . . ., . were | eggs. | ©1928 oY WA sEVICE, B0t % always “fine as silk." He would | Horseradish Cream | | have no one’s sympathy, and no; Three tablespoons flour, 2 fable- 8. He was as proud as Lucl- | spoons butter, 2 cups cream, 1-4 cup | grated horseradish, 1 teaspoon vine- | foiled. fer. Mrs, Gordon bustled in. This makes a more econom-; (Copyright, 1925, NEA Service, Inc.) Many a scheming fencer i “This {5 Miss Briggs Wpeaking,” | to set the table, | Luncheon—Cream of asparagus |y add cream, stirring constantly, thelr came a cool, low volce over the| The alde-board drawers were SOUP, toast sticks cottage cheeso, |Cook, stirring constantly, for twe Viifel wire. “Mr. Gregory asked me to|filled with snowy lnen. Much of it|brown bread and butter, fresh|minutes after all the milk is in. Add I'rlo, tell you that an instructor would | was darned but the mended places |Strawberry pudding, milk, tea. |salt, sugar, vinegar, pepper and yery I be out about twelve to teach you |looked like bits pf embroidery done| Dinner—Roast beef, horseradish |jorscradish and heat thoroughly dance to drive the new automobile.” | by some expert meedlewoman . , ,|CFeam, baked potatoes, buttered|put do not let boil. Serve hot. == “Thanks,” Glory said ehortly. She | as. indeed, her mother was, | parsnips, vegetable and fruit salad, | yy o (0n be used fn place of “We can sit right down to sup- per as soon as I make the gravy,” | “Glory, you light your birthday candles, please. Dick followed his wife into the dining room. “Did yoy Ilke your car?” he| asked. 5 | “Adored 1" Glory answered, | throwing her arms around his neck, | ut why didn’t you call me up to| tell me the instructor was coming, { instead of letting Mles Briggs know | all your business | he knows It all, anyway,” Dick | replied. “A man's secretary has| to know his business, And she's | | a regular clam an Never opens her mouth to a eoul!” “Did you have to sell your old car?” Glory asked “Ranghild said you drove away in it this morning.” “Sure I sold it,” Dick answered. “Where did you think I got the money for the payment on your car . , . stole 1t?" “Well, 1 thought you might have used the money for my car instead of buying that old telephone stock,” | she said. Dick put a warning finger to his lips. The kitchen door opened and Mrs. Gordon came finto the room with a tray of eoup-plates. “ 0. father got and went up- After dinner, Glor up from the table stairs. Presently he came down with & dusty bottle in his hands. “port wine,” he sald, looking at | Dick. *I've had that bottle put away for fifteen or eighteen years.| Shall we drink the bride's health! or her birthday, T should say?" | This, 1 suppose,” Dick eald, be- | fore he empticd his tiny glass, “is v present!” Me handed Glory a folded shec thick white paper. (Teo Be Continued Tomoriow) birth “Tomorrow I'll let you drive,” the e jotted down some instructions for Gloria. demonstrator sdil