New Britain Herald Newspaper, May 29, 1925, Page 4

| A Wife’s Confessional ad Garrison’ s New Pbase o) REVELATIONS OF A WIFE What Ts Ratherine Trying to Find Out About Fanny? ooked &t Lillian with compre- her meaning dawning in ° while at the protest registered in my Rut,” I argued bones when same time brain “Dicky had he was a boy, is no mark to show them “Not to your eyes or mine,” LAl rays of our Roentgen, torted ollege Mr. nt story." man who - well — when let's come f the real cri to it We Steve' had plan our cam- we before we a note of fatigue in T had noticed i iew with me her long Graham. This ely to my feet, brought before * 1 sald de- to rest. You'll be holled in . 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My ought terrogating intuition to wait my concerning might an and T doubted her Steve,! she was fr ing or comfortab) vhich The she was put her into me door fr Katherine o PYEE W ning with Sar rlipe t re my i gt she put h nger to ence as she closed the door softly Then she came swiftly nd drew me into a Be- time with our noy Powell” “Where 1= That Valice?” galn 1 noticed the drawli nings i . yet there estioning her a proceeding. ahsorbed in her prot she paid no at \ silence or a long 1 1dfed t our feet most distastef She was €0 TR spoke crispiy Can you get the key of without disturbing wouldn't have her wakened for an) Tllian After ten minutes or so, 1 I returned promptly, “The on the inside of her door, I won't have to walk into the and risk a creaking anything like that | be sound asic n minut enough,” By th hand room floor board and 1 op In less or ire Not a thing." I Then I'm going to yvon," she said smiling. c1s set Katherine She* caught Coaches Madge hand to a win my and town the hall which commanded a llan's door. It was screened by a thick curtain, w by ersight side to admit “This will ow. after door ot few effectually vich some was hang! of being dra sunlight she your poor you to get the key of Lilll ock the on the outside put the key into your dress come over here, curl the window seat, being very careful that not even the tip of vour shoe Then watch Lilllar untfl T come out and release “All right” 1 suppose the and Lilllan wal 1aking the ke have room, ¥ ing - longer, vou door vourself or shows unexpected vanity received Litllan e conee Bo sl eriment w) I pushed my rising however, ith a ficree ¢ OWN meanness, h she was at 1 was soft s k B and into mannerism r concen- 1 some prohlem. “We'll Play the First Scene.” T'm sure Lililan won't she nd now wake up, play comedy. T want to the door of and when T've opened ou to command me to nd g0 to sleep. Make the injunction emphatic. I shall answer with @ caution not to wake my pa- tient, and 1 want lower but rather contemptuous volce to xpress your belief that nothing or- her, said t we'l with me the first Your room, it, T want lie down vou in a wake Say that Then when je me promise to take ce vour intention of garden fay Mother Gra here {s she?” the you had seen her sl have n a nap. going 4 > the H op. the way— €p, 2ding a s safe er new nove oug! commented How about ot in your role” fright.” S erviinibehi o mett ala re door of my own ting her rse, You t I'm my Katheri voice as neared hazy about wag net from Al sharm going to right i eljaf my b New Hat Trimming Mesh £ metal Cleaner Metal T mesh is a {\ el NV 94 © 1928 v wa sEICR. One thing some wives will admit they do not know is why |they married their husban ’ There's chic as well as comfopt to this slecveless night gown of satin striped . volle with red popples | gracing its surface. The tles at the shoulder and belt are of red ribbon, and the skirt 8 cut in points fin- Ished with a picot edge. 1t Is dif- ferent, at any rate. Necktie Goes Down Back Po » y Sl o\l e ST TR S that used to begin i somewhere direc ed | e chin has now ck and makes the nupe of its starting point. On Iresses a trimming of thi almost the rule, I White and Blue rgandic navy blue Erine chine ¥ ua'! very FABLES ON HUALTH MUCH MEAT CAUSES GOUT Persons suffering from eat should not meat Gout 18 due of uric acid in hest adapted persons sufferir gout is such will enab: to climinate acid from to an the body. for The diet om as them the Since uric acid is on 5 of mea ing. should be discarded. Doc! nw Hindhede eminent vian physiclan, who has given much attention to the study diet, and whoe has, for many yvears, advocated a low-protein and urie system. of the re meat, of cou an He wrine a dram of uric This when gfraw dict tomatoss prod: 0 ous extende Slished the re- experimen diets, espe ton to uric acid. finally of diss taker consisting s only discovered from a potato diet was cap ving from acid daily. found 1o be erries or milk, or both, s |heart. when the diet the urine , and contained | that on true ith the potatoes argely of apples or ed similar results. [ CROSSWORD PUZZLE surprised to learn th ike its defini is spelled almost simi HORIZONTAL borrows water (as a trousers) VERTICAL also THE STORY SO FAR: @orin Gordon, beautiful flapper, marrics Dick Gregory, & struggling young lawyer, Her ides of aar- riage is fun and fine clothes ., . but no work or children! Ehe refuses to cook or keep house, and hives ltanghlld Swanson to do it for her, although Dick says they can't afford a maid. And she swamps Dick with debts for her clothes and a new automobile, sria becomes Infatuated with an out-of-work actor, Stanley Wayburn, She sees him constantly. Finally Wayburn is offered & job in New York as leuding man for a Itussian actress, Sonya Chotek, He needs monc Gloria lends him $200 of | Dick's money, which she gets from his secretary, Miss Briggs. She tells Miss Briggs she needs the money for the houst Dick s i1l with pneumonia and al- most dics. When le recovers Dr. | John Reymour sends him away for a long rest. oria refuses to go along, because Dick's mother, whom she hates, is going. As soon as they leave town, Gloria sots out for New York. Bhe goes raight to Wayburn, But he spurns ner, telling her that he has just mar- ried Sonya Chotek. Then Gloria goes to Kit C'ameron, a friend of hers who is a chorus girl, to ask her to help her out, But Kit's manager refuses to give Glorla a place in the chorus, (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) For a week Gloria dragged herself up and down Broadway hunting for a job. She went from one manager to an- other just as fast as she could go She started with Bob Lingard, whose show, “Frills,” was breaking all records on Broadway, And she ended with the manager of a cheap 1t was the manager of the hur- lesque show who told her what was wreng with her “Now listen, kid,” he sald to her, shoving Lis brown derby hat back on his head. “You're pretty but ain't got nothin'! Some's tall and lean, some's short and fat—but they gotta have somethin’. You can't be it in the show busjness!' | Gloria went away puzzled. What |did the man mean . . . ., that she [was a cake of ice Perhaps he {meant that she wasn't a type, like |Kit Cameron . . that she looked like any other pretty girl. +| So she tried to look ‘‘different.” |Shs brushed all the wave out of her hair, and plucked here until they were only a thin black |line, | But no one had a job for her. Her She sold her {money was all gone. the |¥ings and her wrist-watch, Every morning she would start e-half {o |t With a prayer in her heart. And every night she would drag herself hack to her hotel room . tired and dirty and discouraged, sick at . . . They eaid that Broadway was paved with broken hearts! Well, {hers was one of them, Glowia told herself bitterly as the days went by | Why couldn’t she land a job, she wondered, Wasn't she really as preity as Dick had always sald she was? Was he the only man in the world who could see her beauty? To all these theatrical men was she just one more stage-struck girl? . It began to look that way to Gloria She wondered if ghe dared go back to Dick, who loved her. . what a fool she leave him! But would he take her back? | Would he? | She sat one night at her window Oh! ooking down into the moth-brown | twilight of West Eleventh street. She rubbed her face and neck with | ald cream, to remove the grime of New York from her soft white skin. | She polished her nails. Tears filled her eyes and ran down er cheeks, making little furrows in the cold eream on them. The sobs that she had been choking back for lays, burst from her, suddenly, ‘Oh, what am 1 going to do? What am 1 going to do?" she wailed over and over. Despair covered her like a cloak of darkne: It was at that moment that the telephone rang. Gloria sat curiously, Who could be calling her ?—Stan Wayburn? Kit Cameron?—Probably niy the hotel manager, to ask her why she didn’t pay her bill! It was overdu . “Hello,"” she said wearfly. A man’s deep volce answered her, “Bob Lingard speaking,” he said briefly. Bob Lingard! ‘Frills!"” up and looked at it, The produler of sloria’s heart gavea ad feft here telephone pum- with Lingard a week ago. But never expected 1o hear from al fhim And now—this! | He wanted her to go out to dinner | with him, to talk business, he said. “To talk husiness! That means a ob!” Gloria laughed to herself, as € left 1he telephone. She danced i tike room for very lightness art smiled joyously as she dressed. “Ligten and don’t say much . . . that's the way to make a hit with a n" she knew. And she'd make a Lingard that night if she er opened her mouth! Gloria rubbed the tinlest bit of on her cheeks and dusted her with powder. She didn't want to ok “made-up. L earned that natural a 10re chance into her mir- roug, nose the more girl was, the she had on Broadway. here were too many painted beau- v all looked alike. She was bloomigg life halt- rose when she met Lingard of her little hotel at k. &he looked up at him smiled her greeting. ngard was a tall, heavy-set man with a bulldog jaw. , His brown eves huiged a little. In her secret ought him repuleive not flinch when he rough his. They the warm May ea there sh Rut id night Lingard’s Lither away?” he asked pleas- out into gray roadster was d W burlesque show on Fourteenth street. | you | just a cake o' ice and get away with | eyebrows, | vhere! I don't care where | Glorla erled gaily, reck lessly, 8he was too excited to car Too excited to think! Bhe simply couldn’t beljeve that this man beside her was the great! Bob Lingard, whose name was | known from one end of the country | to the other! Surely it must be a dream. ., , “Well, then — we'll go to a place where we can have a private din- ing-room,” Lingard sald, "A place | where we can-talk, ., . . I want to tell you about the new show I'm putting on next scason, Miss Gor- dono." He tucked her hand under his own on the driving wheel, as the gray car slid into motlon. Glorla's head whirled. show! Was Lingard golng her a job in it? .. It that way, She leaned back and drew a sigh of happiness. The night wind lifted the little curls that cdged her fore- head, She closed her eyes, . .. She | did not see the queer, side-wise | look that Lingard turned on her as sho lay back against the soft leath- | er cushion. | ... Ah, this was something like | {t! — she thought, To be rolling along in this purr- ing car with a man who could give | her a career! She felt she was stepping into a new world. She s(Bwed with sudden foy of living. . . . This was | the sunrise after the darkness of | the last two weeks! e e Glorla had never haen in a pri- | vats dining room before in all her iite, | “Queer little room,” she mur-| | mured, ¥ | She felt urreal ..l as if she were part of a dream. As {f the bright, little room with i@ mirrors land its red carpet was the back- ground of a dream, But the food, when it came, was real emough. Glorla ate greedily. Sho was half-starved after her week of coffee and sandwiches, | The dinner came to an end at | 1ast. Lingard leaned back in his | chair and stirred the highball” the | | waiter had mixed for him. He was | stlent, Gloria felt uneasy under his | steady gaze, | She had never looked lovelier in | her life than she did that night. | | Her face was thinner ... worn | |down to the last expression of fts | girlish comeliness by the misery of the last two weeks, And against the pearl of her skin, her mouth was |Mke a rea nasturtium, I Tingard leaned forward and took | her h,\n”, where they lay on the | table-clo®, in his, He stroked the | silky paims, [ “You look like an old sweetheart [ov mine back in the little Ohio town | where T grew up, Glorla Gordon,” | he sald suddenly, “Ever since you| lvnmfi into my office the other day, | I've been thinking about you. Your | face has stuck in my mind for the four or five days and 1 lot of girls in four or five A new to give sounded | days. There was a long pause. Lingard went on, “This new show of mine is callad | | ‘Morning Glory,’ " he said, "I want| to get together a brand-new chorus |for it . .. none of the girls that Broadway has scen before. I want new faces, faces frogh as morning Then | . Oh, | had heen ever to | He | clgar. “T think that, with three months' ning, 1 could make you into a jretty nifty chorus girl, But you'd | have to work, and work hard!” he | said, “How about jt?" Gloria was scarcely breathing} She trembled with excltement, | “I've made many an actress out ! of a nobody in my time,” Lingard | went on. “A good show and plent | of advertising will make any girl 4 star, overnight. All she needs is th [1o0ks . . . and vou've got ‘em, be- lleve me! T could always fall for a redhead, ki4!" His voics, grew suddenly thick. He got up from his chair. With the | eves of a dove that watches the ap-| proach of a serpent, Gloria watched Lingard come around the table to- ward her, He put one of his big hands un- der her chin, titing her face up toward him. Gloria struggled hard not to be afrald. After all. what| could happen, ... ? going to put you across as 11%st chorus-girl in America.” Lingard sald. “How about ff It took all of Gloria's courage to up at him. But she did — | stopped and lighted a thick the {th Lingard pulled her suddenly to he said. | her teet. He crustied her in his big |arms. His mouth passed over her face. covering it wit tore hcrself Kisses, loria | him, the |\ wing against There in his arm-chair sat Dick! Breakfast Shredded |2 beef hash, crisp coffee, Luncheon — Baked hominy, brofled ham or bacon, water cress, | rhubarb taploca, bran bread, milk, tea. | Dinner — Veal cutlets with to- mato sauce, baked potatoes, beet greens, jellled vegetable salad, | chocolate bread pudding, graham bread, milk, coffee | Crisp brolled bacon should be served to children under school age | in place of ham for luncheoh, The cress should be finely minced and | seasoned with lemon juice and oil Vincgar should not be served to children under 10 or 12 years of age but lemon julce being rich in| the elusive vitamines should he used with a good oll to dress thelr salads. pineap- toast, milk, Baked Hominy | Three-fourths cup fine hominy, 1 cup bofling water, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 cups milk, 4 tablespoons bhutter, 1 tablespoon sugar, 1 egg. Add salt to boifing water and slowly add hominy, stirring con- stantly. Boil over the fire for two minutes. Then put over hot water and cook until water is absorbed. stir in one cup of milk and cook over hot water for one hour, Red move from heat, add butter, sugar, remaining milk and cgg slightly beateg. Beat well and turn into & well-buttered baking dish. Bake one hour in a slow oven. Serve with a milk gravy made in the pan the ham was brolled in. Young chil- dren must not he given this gravy, (Copyright, 1925, NEA Service, Ine.) Gossip’s Corner Not Too Brown If the meal you are roasting ap= pears to be getting too brown be- fore it is thoroughly cooked, place a pan of water in the oven and the stcum will prevent scorching. Poke Bonnet The poke bonnet with the match- ing scarf I8 one of the combination outfits you see frequently, Newest Fabrics Among the new fabrics are fiz- ured ottomans and fallles and surahs, the ribbed type of silk bee ing very much the vogue, —~ o Tanglen Letter from Teslie Prescott to Ruth Burke, Continued TUnder any other circumstances T wonld not have written this to you, at all, because 1 really thought it was the story of some disgruntied woman who blamed Zoe for her husband's misdemecanor, All day vesterday I kept myself. I did not even mention it to Jack, Now I am sorry that I did th Sydney Carton came over yester- day noon to b®our house guest for a few days, T wanted to confide in; Syd and ask his advice about this letter from mother, but somehow 1t did not secm right to give it even a second thought, because I could ! not make it fit in with what T knew of Zoe and her love and care for my children and her devotiog to me, As I have told you before, I have never known a face that ex- pressed such madonna-like purity or a smile that expressed such sweetness. 1 wish now that T had taiked to Syd. But to get on with my story. Last night T was sitting alone with Sydney Carton in the library, Jack having been dctained at the office. Zoa had taken Little Jack and the haby upstairs some time before. Naturally when the phone rang I thought it was Jack and went to answer {t, It was al- most eleven, What was my surprise to hear a strange voice -~ I say strange be-| cause ft was so gruff and uncul-| tured, asking for Zoe, T called her it to tele- |, from the hall and she came down. stairs. 1 could tell from the way she said “hello” — for I could not help hearing —— that she was very much perturhed and frighten 1 think Syd had the same feel- ing, for botly sat silently Jisten- ing, unashamed. Truly, Ruth, 1 felt that Zoe was in trouble and I want- ad to help, Also T could not get the from mother out of my we iettor mind. Zoe's conversation was all nega- tlon, T heard her say: “No, Ems phatically 03 And then after she had listened a bit, she sald, “T do not care what it means to me, I want you to une derstand 1 am refusing, once and for A few seconds later came the words: T don't what I pro- mised. T will not do it.” “I'm hanging up the said next We heard the elick ceiver was hangetl into its socket. Then, without coming into the room, where Sydney and 1 were sitting, she went up the staircase to her reom with no explanations whatever. I know T must have lookeq blanke ly at fyd, for he sald: “I'm sure Zoe will explain in the morning.” Jéck came in soon after that and we talked of other things, for I had pledged Syd to seere (Copyright, 1925, NEA S Ine.) care one,” sha in staccato accents, “No! as the re. vice, TOMORROW — This letter con- tinued. “Please don't, Mr. Lingard,” she cried out. “You've no right to do that. . . .” She rubbed her lips with her handkerchief, { Lingard laughed. He moved to- ward her . towering. “Too good to live, honey?” he asked “That's what they all say! ...| What do you think the world's made of 2 What do you think I'm giving you a job in my best show I"or the joy of doing good in the world? You make me laugh!” He seiged her In his arms again, Imost lifting her from her feet They struggled together, bump- the table, Gloria made a wilq sweep with her hand, and | picked up Lingard's highball glass. | She leaned back and dashed it in his face | Instantly he let her go, his f dripping. | “You little fiend,” he roared, “what are you trying to do? | He took out his handkerchiet and | wiped his face. His cheek was| bleeding where the breaking glass had cut it He was out of breath, and furi- ontly angry, But his eyes were puz- zled. He couldn't understand Glo- s attack on him. His simple code as that you offered a service to| the woman you fancied ... and that she paid, e rang the Then aren't you, cheerfully. | | bell for the waiter. | he walked over to the win- “l knew it was you,” dow last chance to star on Broadway was gone, forever! She was utterly beaten. . ., But suddenly she didn't care, She wanted nothing but home +. and Dick Th emed & mil- lon miles away! Her own room! The sights she knew! Home! it The Gloria who unlocked tha door of her own house a few days later was not the defiant young creature who had left it three weeks hefore The old Glorfa would have coma swinging up the steps, singing a bit of rag-time, This one erept into the house wearily. The grandfather's clock in the hall struck the hour as she came in. Gloria looked up at it. She had learned a thing or. two since she had last heard the striking of that clock! She looked around the corner of the door into the living room. There in his arm-chalr, sat Dick! “I knew it was you,” he sald. (To Be Continued) el