New Britain Herald Newspaper, May 12, 1925, Page 12

- offheTansle. | EEESRRia DAILY FASHION SERVICE A Wife’s Confessional | | THE WATER LILY FROCK NOW Adels Garrison's New Phase of Hera is THE STORY S0 FAR: REVELATIONS OF A WIFE Why Does Katherine Wish to Give All Her Attention to Fanny Powell? Can You Take Carc of Lilllan “K breas pour and dent You suppose The 'Adve\;furesJ KaggedyAun % wafaggedy Andy by Johmy Sruelle HEALTH e[ AR ES TO RELIEVE HEAD BRISTOL. MAN BANKRUPT larly, sspecia wuch as bending # Lo piniesit ettt st tee st st it s st st s Best e s pe e R SRR RO RS S o 1 !‘2’: in flesh colored rgette crepe, em- brofdered in crystal beads and fringed with crystal fringe. A lurge er lily with ry realistic buds forms shoulder Gossip’s Corner Red Slippers Tor Sport Wear straight coats of v ire blue or emera tive for sport, ars and large Long Black Gloves Paris, long black gloves reach- almost 1o the elbow and very v wrinkled below are worn rocks of geranium coior or Ta Restore Leather restore the eff of newness to eather furniture apply linseed ofl and white shellac in equal parts with a soft brust To Remove Lacquer Wien lacquer has leen partially noved from ornaments, brass s, the rest can be removed 3 articie with alcohol, Take Berries Out Strawberries or aay ught in boxes Few Pictures Here and usc very Drapes to the Floor VERTICAL water lily frock, one . of the loveliest of summer creations, | | \ | i | \ Gloria Gordon, beautiful flapper, marries Dick Gregory, a struggling lawyer. Her idea of marriage is fun and fine clothes . . . but no work or children, Dick borrows his mother's mald, Maggle, to teach Glorla to cook, But she refuses to learn, Later, Maggle leaves, disgusted with Glorla's “‘wild" parties and jazzy friends, Then Gloria hires Ranghild Swan- | son, although Dick tells her they can't afford & mald. And she |swamps Dick with debts for her clothes, In despalr, he sells his old | toadster for the new one she nags bim into getting for her. Gloria goes riding it with | qanley Wayburn, an actor with whom she wa in love before her marriage, They are seen by Mother Gregory, who begs Glorla to mend her ways, TInstead of doing this, Glorla invites Wayburn, May Sey- mour, wife of Dr. John Seymour, and Jim ¢ 1o the house, They are havir Iy time when Dick re- turns and puts the guests out. Glorla visits Wayburn in his rooms, but leaves in a fit of jealous er, when she sces dozens of omen's pictures on the walls, She returns home, to find that Dick has | been brought home 111 by Miss Briges, s secretary, Miss Briggs' sister, Mrs. O'Hara, a nurse comes to take care of Dick, who partially re- covers, Gloria picks up the phone | one day to hear the two sisters talk- ing. She listens. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Glorla held her breath and lis- tened, Her ear was pressed tight to the recelver. Then Miss Briggs' voice came over the phone agaln, This time it was choky with tears. “Tell me the truth .,. 18 Mr. Gregory going to die?” she asked brokenly. “I don't think sc. The crisls is| { part,” Mre. O'Hara answered, “but | these heart complications are tricky things.” “How does that wife of his take Miss Briggs asked. oria frowned, What right had | these two women to be talking nt her and Dick in this way? . don’t ask me to figure Mrs, gory out! She's too deep for " she heard Mrs, O'Hara say. never comes near her hus- hand's room ... but I can’t get hier to stir out of the house. TI'll say this for her, though: She's the prettiest thing 1 ever saw.” Miss Briggs sniffed “o you think sov” she asked salthily Glorfa hung up the re- ver. She steod biting the pointed Of course, Miss Briggs eouldn't see that she was pretty! She was too fsalous of lier! €he hated her Lecause she was Dick's wife! ... Why couldn't Miss Briggs $ it was her own faunlt that e hadn't heen able to “land Diek? Glorla was sure that any woman could marr, man she chose to marry. . . . All she had fo do was to “vamp” him intelligently. These women like Miss Briges, who scorned a bit of honest ma and a curling fron! What con- ited simps they were! No man was going to take the time to look past ftheir colorless faces fo find their beautiful soule. ot on your lfe! And Miss Briggs, with all her brains, hadn't had &ense enough to gee that, Gloria deecided, had : er som until Diek’s | with w05 would know it * For it w 1 with 1 tidy plls of mo- magazines ifttered the he dream of ) the mo- stage, The back of cacr and mirror, Miss Briges Why, she sald so. So had ht of him was like Gloria Ten days her mind fhe he cars of a are you g Aieaat ton for me going out the dickens!” Gloria Gregory to see how she had kerself to go out to Wayburn, But there was no crself unwillingly oom. Mother Gregory Dick's socks and lay “don't mending for shook her head impudent- “I don't know how to mend, My mother always kept my clothes in order for me" she sald, “Now, when my stockings have holes in |them, I throw them away. ... I | hate darned stockings.” | Mother Gregory set her lips flrm-‘ |1y | “I've always sal,” she remarked, | | rolling a pair of socks into a neat | ball, “that a lazy wife could throw more money into the rag bag and | the garbage can than her husband could earn working night and day | “I'm no worse than the rest of | the women I know," Gloria defend- ed herself, | “Then you know the wrong kind of women — you flapper wives aren't real wives!" replled Mother | Gregory, She picked up the Bible that lay on the wicker table bestde her, 8he opened it, and put on her glasses, “Let mo read you something.” she sald. “Listen to this', . . ‘Who | can find a virtuous woman? For her | price is far above rubles, The heart {of her husband doth trust her. She will do him good and not evil . .+ 8he sceketh wool and flax ana | worketh willingly with her hands." Gloria langhed i “That's the bunk ... that old | stuff. Times have changed since the ! Bible was written,” she sald, | hat's where you're wrong | Glory. Times haven't changed. | They’ just the same as they were In the days of King Solomon,” | Mother Gregory went on, “and it 100ks to me as if a virtuous woman | is just as hard to find these days | as she was thousands of years ago. !... Where are you going all dressed up, and covered with tha! | nasty perfume you use?” | Gloria began to feel that in some uncanny way Mother Gregory that she was going out to telephone Stanley Wayburn o meet her, | “Is it tan darning cotton you | wanted?" she evaded. “Like this?" She hent b pick up a little plece that lay on the rug at Mother Greg- | v's feet. Suddenly she felt Mother Greg-| y's hands on her shoulders. She | looked up at her. The older wom- an's eyes were bright with tears, “My dear,” she sald, “I talk to you this way only because 1 want this marriage of yours and Dick’s to be a success, .., lLet ws try to be friends, you and I.” Gloria found hersclf facing the { most surprising fact in human ex- perience the kindliness of a person you believe to be thorough- Iy unkind! She couldn't find a word to say. Finally &he rose to her feet, and nut the serap of darning cotton nto her purse. She went slowly out of the house into the sunny street, e 8ha telephoned &tan from the | Store on Main street, where she ‘mem the darning cotton, | “Zowie, but it's good to sea you lagain,” he said when she met him { “Didn’t you come in your automo- | bilas Glorla shook her head, Her eyes shone with welcome, “No. 1'm dying to walk, if vou don’'t mind a llttle hike,” she said “I've been penned up in tho ever sin I saw you last, haq pneumonia, but he's now. . .. T guess he'll be all right f hiz heart holds out.” “Is that so? Sorry to hear ) been sick,” Stan answered indiffer ently as they swung slong. Then his tone changed. “That explains why T haven't #ard from you for so long,” said. “Now tell me . .. why, under ven, did you suddenly get up and beat it t! You came to see me at th otel? 1 never w so surprised in my life, What made you do § Gloria Dlushed uncomfortably, “Oh, T hate to tell you,” she ar swered inoa low tone, “It was be- cause of ail those women's pictures n your room! I'm so jealous of mvery woman you've ever cared about!. . . . And I hated to think 1T was just one of them. I made up my mind that day that 1'a neve have a thing to do with you agair Wayburn laughed. Mhen he iy tipped his 1 to someone who passed, “That was your friend, Mrs. Wing the dizzy blond T met at your he sald “Is that so!" Gloria exclaime “I suppose by tomorrow she'll have all over town that I'm in love with Stanley Wayburn, the well- known actor Stan grinned, "Are you as| wish I knew. One day 1 hate you ... and e next day 1 can't wait to see you.” the girl confessed Rut 1 think ahout you most of the time, If that's being in love. 1 :e pose 1 am walked along, wondered what it Dick. Tt was true im was not exciting. . . . And had said a prayer of thank he had passed his i been filled {th sorrow at the thought at he was be most indifferent, again. . at ailed her, anyway, Glo ered. Why didn't she kn nind had married Dick & st happy with him 38 At in his pockets, h g humming a jazzy, little tune Stan was ill of pep, always cheerf ady for a good time The wiider the time the better it suited Stan!. .. He cheered Gloria up like a jazz b “You're a great little worrier, Russet,” he sald now, showi is white teeth in a grin. "W vou make up vour and 1 enjoy being tc let it go at that? worry yourself | women I know nk you're t o ‘some Laby' of all Letter ¢rom Leslie Prescott to the, Little Marquise, Oare of the | Secret Drawer, Continued | “Do you possibly think, Mrs, Prescott, that the charming hosteas | of the most exquisite party 1 have | | ever attended would condescénd to dance with an humble but most de- voted courtler?” Mr, Sartoris aske: “Oh, Mr, Sartorls, T am sorry I I| have neglected you,” 1 repiled. Al-| though 1 recognized the voiee I did not turn around. “But you have not neglected me, dear lac How could you when | you evidently did not know 1 was present. You seem to be able to recognize my volce easler than my face, for you have looked quite through me and past me many| times tonight, Always when 1 have followed the dircetion of your eyes they have been upon your hushand. He is & fortunate man.” “Perhaps, he may not think that However, 1 will answer your request for a dance in the same language in which you have asked for it. I have been wondering, Mr. Sartoris, where the best dancer I have ever known has been hiding, for 1 protest to you that my cyes have not rest- ed,upon you all this evening, T am very glad, however, that at last you have come and asked me to be your partner in this dance, and 1 accept the great privilege with alacrity.” Mr. Sartoris colored and I was a little sorry that I had made fun of his very formal flattery, To make up for it, 1 asked: "Of course you | man. dance the tango? Mr. Sartoris, seo the orchestra has started 1 play one of those wild Argentin airs,” “Yes, 1 tango,” Mr. Bartoris an swered eagerly, “and I knew yo did, Therefore 1 asked the leader té play one before I came to ask you| to dance with me. You sce, deas lady, T knew that to tango witl you would be glving expression 1§ | all the poetry of my soul. incorrigible,” 1 whisper : can nefther ridicule 0o frown you out of your Latin fiat teries.” In a moment we were out in th’) middle of tho gold ballroom of the| hotel, and had commenced to dancot] Ior some time after that 1 knew| nothing excopt that my feet werol expressing the poetry of my soult My hody seemed to be composed o a kind of rarified air that swayes here and there like a summed] breeze, 1 owly bending and rising agai| as though my limbs were but fol4| lowing the beckoning of my party| ner's subconsclous thought, 1 bowed and swayed E As a personality, Molville Sar torls was something disembodied. W felt the most caressing arg'q about) me, but they belongea to no reaf] (Copyright, 1 A Serviee, [ Etai iy i TOMORROW — This letter con-| tinued, ‘| Breakfast ~— Stewed e rhu“flrb“ brolled bacon, soft cooked eggs, | bran muflins with raisins, milk, cofteo. Luncheon—Creamed new onions on toast, cereal pudding, milk, tea. Dinner — Brolled salmon steak m, new potatoes in Harvard beets, old | fashioned awberry shortcake, whole wheat bread, milk, coffee. Since a cereal was not served for breakfast, a cercal pudding 1§ sug- gested for the luncheon dessert. Fish without sauce, beets, bre. milk, and strawberries without the shorteake. furnish an abundant din ner for children under school age. Harard Deeta Five or aix medium sized baets, 1-2 cup sugar, 1 tablespoon corn- starch, 4 tablespoons lemon juice, 4 tablespoons orange juice, 2 table- spoons bufter, few grains pepper. Boil beets until tender and slip off skins under cold water, Cut into half-inch cube Mix sug and cornstarch. fn fruit juices and when thoroughly blended cook etirring constantly for five minutes Add diced beets and let stand over hot water for 20 minutes. Stir in butter a rve. Vinegar rcan adi place of the lemon and orange juice. snbstituted for Children under 10 years of age should not be served a saur Ac with vinegar. (Copyright, 19 “Ine) NEA Serviee, FLAPPER FANNY says | * Y NEA SERVICE INC A lot of folks will give you a piece of their mind when they really have none to spare. Always fron laces and embroid- cries on a pad o as to bring ou! the pattern. | met him. the w enou, He Gloria cried enough! Wher & man has cared for a girl the way “Zowie but it's good to see you aga he said when she has for me, sha ca oled by imitation love again. vs the real thing. edy ‘ he take in a while (To Be Continued Tomorrow)