New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 23, 1925, Page 10

A Wife’s Confessional Adele Garrison's New Phase of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE BE1SItIssIIIsttissstantIsaNIIIIIIIILILISILIIILIILL Steve's Threat to Madge When She Offers Ald Had “Steve" by which I envelope he Iropped which he He the max obtained ti tent had adver from s was not showi had missed as yet! I w 1t mignt ued, or of the sure of that be nothing any especis his course which signifi identity brother, it, there he val ance ] But wh had been a t in the re ly ¢ back csses of sclo a signal whi 1isre f message that way, that t the key to his who as certain of that that the man before me wo desperate measures to were he to S ssion, arry through the rest of , and get to ee Chow walting is an arely fails mo, some y envelope mystery TR the had come the interv tection of car, before “Steve” small envelope. Tharefore ried through the rest of the papers which he showe purporting to Graham at various age dressed to that name, ness communications of no pa lar importance, and most i of all, a vaccinatio a receipted bill from a Stephen Graham, hoth bearing of several years back, I copu data from hoth, and when 1 had finished, had his coat off and the sleeve of his shirt rolled up. “I Shall Arrange for That!” “There's vaccination ‘car,” he sald, with the air of clinching &n argument. “Do you expect me be pressed by something which other of a million men might hibit?" I asked scornfully. “It you knew anything of scar he retorted coolly, “you would see that it corresponds in to the time named in the ce 1am aware that it is not only 1iss be those of Stephen mostly certific hos; the o im- any ex- proof, “The Advendures at the lawyer chaps * The corroborative bill is for eviden ospital s op: g0 an appendicitis, hysician you name roofs of that.," calmly. said soon > 1 could not be sure, instant had bowed al alr of mockery. ¢ read he 1 1d, “but that waiting around and that 1 funds again sorry to sa 1sual state, 1 hold was still arances tiny ‘en- pocket. My that if 1 that bit mystery conviction that 1 de- ak a 1 had him no more money satisficd of his and the me resolve vas so strong vou h cash to your eds for another ' 1 sald, “One week from to- two o'clock in the afternoon Il come after you at this spot you to our I where you will be exar physician. Tt I then am satisfied you really my husband’s half broth- er, 1 shall be ready to help you ob- tain a position, and give you tem- you can support I will give en home are il He threw hack his head with a raucous laugh which specting horse would to have given his “Great little ki said mockingly, obtain a position, and g : tem- porary aid! If that's what's in the back of your mind, negotiations righ directly to my Won't he con Copyr o Kaggedydun any be re- ashamed brother, be pleased to see B Rty bty 2 Raggedy Ann and Raggedy And escaped from the fat man wished to take them home because the two magic scooters had run around both ends of a log when the fat mah was riding with one foot on Raggedy Ann's scooter and one foot on Raggedy Andy’s scooter ‘And 1 hope we never gee h: again!” Raggedy Ann sald. “You hope you never sce who?" a loud voice asked as the Ra dys were caught by two large hands and their magic scooters went =ailing along a few feet and then turned over. The Raggedys saw that they w held by the same fat man who captured them before. “How you get here so quick, Mr. Man?” Raggedy Ann asked in s prise, “Ha!" the fat man replied, “That 18 a secret, but I do not mind tell- ing you! You see/ he continued, “When 1 was scraped from your magic scooters, at first I sat and rubbed the bump upon my head and wondered what had happen Then after awhile, I rem And I knew that you had me. Now, I said to myselt, * Raggedys can fool me, then I fool them.'" “That is te fairl’ qu Ragged y|all fat people usua who | ate the potato chips as fast as Rag- Andy sald, "Raggedy Ann and I al- ways like to Raggedy An “Yes!" Ragg #he wisheq fat man had ured again. Yet, she wondered h ¢at man had been able with them when they 8o long away from magic scooters, “You were about you happened to catch up w Raggedy Ann sal “So I waa!" th We he said, * riding away on your *“There the: no one to fry me a | potato chips.” And I fe ry. But as soon as I that I was wearing my mag I pulled it my turned th utes. Tha now, which play fair. Don't we, ly Ann replied to ca oWt een min- the time it is the And the fat man stuffed the Raggedys under his arm asd started walking towards his home. T shall leave where they are and you in my Kkitche and get the magic scooters. The Raggedy: nk way of fooling the fat man remained silent. And the carried them to his home them with strong heavy the legs of the kitchen table. “Now you can start to peel potatoes and slice them!" he as he brought in a basket of pot toes and a pan ofwater. 8o there wasn't anything to do except smile andgbegin peeling the potatoes. And, while they were peel- ing the potatoes, the fat man walk ed back and forth through the woods and brought the Ragge magic scooters to his house. He pu the scooters in the wood shed and then went in the kitchen where Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy had started cooking the potalo chipe, The fat man was very hungry, a8 scooters s soon as I tic urn of nw so they fat man and tied twine a ¢ are, and he dy Ann could 3 lys peeled hem into ¢ try them, u potatoes and cut ps and fried them for three hours and still the man want- ed more. But was all the tatoes he I ded to take oy came So, vith more potatoes. while th Raggedys had and plan from the bit The faf man walked back through the woods. WELL-ONE DAY N BED THREE That Was the Life of Mrs. Hollister Until she Began TakingLydiaE.Pinkham’s Vegetable AC'oEnpound Wryandotte, Michigan, — ‘‘ After mj was born I did not do my own - work for six months and could hardly take care of myown baby. Ial ways had a pain my right side and it was so bad I was getting round shoulders. I would féel well one day and then feel so bad for three or four days that I would be in bed. One Sunday my mother came to see 1ow 1 was, and she said a friend told her to tell me to try Lygia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compouhd. So the next day I got a bottle and before it was half taken I got relief. After I was well again I went to the doctor and he asked me how I was getting along. I told im I was taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and he said it did not hurt any one totakeit. Iam always recommend- ing the Vegetable Compound to others and 1 always have a bottle of it on hand.” — Mrs. HENRY HOLLISTER, R.F.D. No.1,Box 7, Wyandotte, Mich. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- pound is a dependable medicine for all women. or sale by druggists everywhere. > disposed | tollowing | am | ined by our family | This dinner frock is of beige lace and beige crepe georgette trimmed with a large ornament of rhine- stones #nd pearls. The close bodice and full skirt make the combina- tion that Paris decrees at the pre |ent time, and the panel sush brea the line and adds interest. Gossip’s Corner | I'will Suits Smart | Navy blue twill suits, piped in| | beige or in plaiq material are very | popular in Paris, Masculine Influence . Mannish weave top coats, in the| single or double-breasted versions | very, very much liked by tlap- | pers. a It Trims ltself rdercd kasha is a new treat- :nt of this most popular of spring mate Grays, dark greens and wood browns are prominent. rof Lustrous Finish It you will comb out long-haired fur occasionally with a very coarse- toothed comb dipped in’ brilllantine, you can keep the surface lustrous. | Be carcful to use the llquid very | sparingly. | Those Shades of Tan To set color in yellow, tan or| hrown use vinegar in the proportion of one cupful to a pail of water. | FLAPPER FANKY says Idle rumors work overtime with you on the or on a picnie. There lots of inspiration to < of the words hid in HORIZONTAL | 1. Any forcible restraint of speech 3 who take v convuisivel 1. To Iift Drone Before To render senseless Amazon (unkeyed ereig peopls 53. A place to swim | To agitate fellow on the beach saltiest place b Exhibits asure Twice VERTICAT 4 1. Made ruler of the beach | upper lower is composed of m: | Full and Scalloped There is an effort to taffeta in feminine favor attractive dresses of it reestablish | d very haWe scal- loped hems and very full skirts. Tace and is frequently part of a dress, Lace of georgette or chiffon. corgette used any for the while ruffles | the wish to be g don’t do Punctured by a mosq tion of joy move fashion fecling Stringed instruments To help Time when the Chemical yield Emitting Plunges in v boa Edges Mecasure of a . Pure Grins sarcastica 0. Corn lily . Fence door Kind Arabian h Machine water, fish Organ of saved this to ito from your | walk in the.park. |an Beafrice Burton © 1088 wea scwvics b THE STORY S0 FAR. Glorfa Gordon, beautitul flapper, marrles Dick Gregory, a struggling | lawyer, Her idea of marriage is fun | {and fine clothes . .. but no work or cljldren, | She refuses to do her own work, | and hires a housemaid. But Dick has to let the mald go, for Gloria has swamped him with her debts. She becomes infatuated with an | out-of-work actor, Stanley Way- burn, and follows him to New York But he spurns her. Then she tries to get a job as a chorus girl and fails. Discouraged, she comes home | to Dick, He takes her back, but not as his wife, Glorla begins to suspect that he |is in love with his secretary, Susan Briggs. And the breach between herselt and Dick widens daily. At last she wrings from Miss Briggs a confession that she s In love with Dick, and insists that Dick discharge his secretary, When he | refuses, Glorla leaves him and goes | home to her mother. Dick sends her $50 weekly, but she returns it to him and gets a job | as stenographer for Ulysses X. For- | gan, a wealthy widower, But Ulys- ses X. malkes love to her, and she resigns her position. | Gloria’s family, headed by her | energetic Aunt Dorcas, try to scttle her affairs for her. But the discus- | sion. of her heartbreaking troubles by them, maddens Gloria, She| lcaves the house, and goes for a There Dick finds her, asleep on a bench. He asks her it she has really gone back to office work, ; NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “Did you ever hear of Ulysses 3 Forgan?" Gloria asked, turning her' | soft eyes to Dick. He nodded. "Of course. ... Everybody in town knows Forgan. | dch old duck,” he answered. “Why do you ask?" “Recause 1 was his stenographer last weck,” Gloria explained simply, “Diq you really think 1 was drawing the long bow when 1 said 1 was going back to work?" Dick said nothing. “1 quit my job yesterday, how- ever,” Gloria added. She waited for Dick to ask her why she had given | up her position. She wanted te tell | him how Ulysses X. had come to' court her . she was attractive to other men | even it her own husband no longer | cared to live with her! But he remained silent, staring straight ahead of him at a bed of | dusty, tired-looking flowers. ! Gloria wanted to lean over and | stroke his hand. But on second | thought, she decided against it. He | looked so stern, “Poor Dick!” she sald suddenly. | We've made a fine hash of thiags, | haven't we?" At that he turned and spoke. | “We?" he asked. ! “I ... I've made a wreck of vour life," Gloria corrected her- | self. “You might have had a nice| wife to love you, and children. . | Dick gave a short laugh, and | 1apsed into silence again. | | “What you really should have done,” Gloria went on thoughtfull “was to marry Susan Briggs. She's an awfully nice, good woman even | if she Is terribly homely. And she would have made yam comfortable and contented to her dying day . . . or yours, Wouldn't she?" | Dick concealed a smile, “S not so gerribly homely,” he s think she's rather above the s in looks. Yes, and aver- she'd mal | any man a good wife.” That you maddened Gloria. “How do know would?” she asked crossly. “Just because she knows how to handle a typewriter ddesn't prove that she could run a house ... or a husband, either! I'll bet she can't make coffee like mine She looked at him, daring him to defend Susan Briggs. “I can make wonderful coffec v mother's giving me cooking lcs- “What's the big idca? Are i getting ready for your sccond rriage?" Dick asked, sarcastical- she Gloria slowly shook her head. | won't be any second mar- | » for me, Dick.” she said. “This | only venture. ... Do you it's almost two weeks mace separated She saw his brows draw down in “It's longer than that" he “It's almost two months since an away ffom home to follow s Wayburn down to New York! | Gloria bit her lip won't you forget that?” asked im- “That just a kid 1 was haif so wild burn 1 was York. And I wanted to with you for going away trip and leaving me be- here now, a scowl, was it ut New t even that hind:" 1 GE e s clieve thate . ."/| Dick 1 | Glori breathlessly, but he | said nothing more, Presently he| took a book from the pocket of his coat and opened it. He began to re | ria rose and held out her| ¢ ust she said. “It's| getting late. . . | Then she eat down again, *1 ought to go,” she urmured. | But she knew that so long as Dick | was there she could not leave, In-| sible chains held her to that| ch. .. . It was good just to be ar him again. | “I showed & couple of people our house week,” Dick remarked presently, without raising his eyes from his book. “I hope they'll buy uiture, 100.” Gloria set her teeth. “It's too bad you can't get rid of the house as !easily as you got rid of me, isn't she watching his face. But it as blank as that of a good poker player or a Hindu, | “I hs thought of other peo-. | " our house with -our ia went on. after a few on't want anybody to| y chaise longue. or in don't want a man but you to use that ittle red smoking stand of yours. Her voice broke, She fough! hard | | to keep back the tears that welled | last | the furniture asked was te t sit your arm-chair. 1 ¥ | for supper, walked past them with . 80 that he'd knmow |, , up into her eyes, “You ‘broke into the house the other day, didn't you?" Dick asked, suddenly, i Gloria nodded. “Why ! She shook her head. She knew that it she tried to falk, she would burst into tears, It was almest sunmset, and ple- nickers’ who had come to the park baskets on thelr arms, Somehow or | other the women were better look- ing than the men. Perhaps it was| their ready-made smartness. . . . But anyway, besides Dick, the men looked flabby and weedy to| Glorla ... or else too fat-and solid. .., Why, she wondered, had she never seen how much better he | was to look at, than any other man alive? ) ot that he’s so handsome,"” reparked to herself, “but he's s .. himself!" She loved him for the simple fact that he was Dick, For his face, because it couldn't by any | possibility be anybody else's . . and for his mind that was so ut-| terly sound and decent. “It took me a leng time to find it out,” Gloria went on thinking, “but T know it at last, now, when it wou'd be better if 1 didn't! Wasn't that just like Life, | though? It was full of such tricks. ... Giving you what you wanted just a little too late? Like a Val- entine coming the morning after Valentine day . .. and in a plain envelope! | Gloria rose. “Well, this time I'm | really going,” she said, unsteadily. | Dick rose with her, and they | walked slowly out of the park to-| gether . . . close together as lovers walk, and yet worlds apart! ooy The following day, Gloria. started | out to go job-hunting again, A slip | of paper with two or three “want | ads” on it. was folded away in her purse, along with three $10. bills | her last week’s salary. | he walked along Main street, | looking in the shop windows. The| hats, as always, lured her, So did the crisp summer dresses, with their sashes and lace, In the window of a vjrpanmemg store was a display of lustre bowls ! . lovely orange and sea-blue ones. “The very thing for the man- tel in the living room!” Gloria ex- claimed, looking at one that glowed like the sunrise. Then, with a jerk, her brain told | her that the living room no longer | belonged to her. Dick was going to | sell it and everything in it to the | couple who were looking at the house . . . that is, if he could. Gloria walked on, dowh street, the She didn't feel at all like going| felt like “Mrs. Richard Gregory” that morning . . . and she couldnt step Into the role of “Gloria Gor- don.” looking for a place to work. She didn't want to work in an | when ofice. She wanted to go back to her own house. She told herself truthfully that she had felt “like a| fish out of water” every minute since she had packed her trunks| and left Dick. At the corner of Main and Chest- nut streets, she met little, blond Mrs. Wing. To Gloria's amazement she came up to her and seized both hands. “Hello, Glory Gregory!” she cried. “It's so nice fo see you again! . Wherg have you been keeping your- self, for goodness sake? ... Just the other day the girls were asking what had become of you!" Gloria stared at her in asfonish- ment, She remembered perfectly the night when she had tried to sprak to Mrs. Wing, and Mrs. Wing turn- ed away her little blond pead. | But why hold that ag her? It was nice to have friends, jt warmed Gloria’s heart to Mrs, Wing welcome her this People were qgueer, in things, but there were neccessary to each other, .« voe and have wa xpli- also So Gloria #miled back down in New York the weeks," she sald grandly. “Did you hear about May Sey- mour's husband ?* Mrs. Wing asked. “Terrible thing, wasn't jt?” “Dreadful.” Gloria agreed, “And poor May's left town. Did you kn that ?" Mrs. Wing nodded. “The bhest thing she could do under the cir- cumstances,” she said wiscly. “I never could se¢ what you saw In May Seymour. She was so rattle- brained and — well, call it uncon- ventional. That's the kindest word for her.” She pressed Gloria's hand when she left her, “Now, do come to see me,” she said warmly, “Won't' I've been last few | LETTERJFROM RUTH BURKE 70| UESLIE PRESCOTT | T have nearly cried 'my eyes nu(,‘ Leslio dear, thinking about poor lt- | tlé Zoe, What a' wasted life 'was| hers. 1 got mother's your ' letter with cablegram ' and your scription of Zoe's death, Leslie, she was more sinned against than sinning. We will prob- | ably never know «the -truth about her, - How dld she become one of that noterious band of jewel thieves and how she must Nave kuffered. 1 belleve she was sent over here your de- | to rob us, and when we were 80 good | to her she determined to go straight, | Those flends wouldn't let her, poor ¢hild—and so she died. { Tsn't it' téo bad that the chief of | the gang got away? ' 1 would have | liked to have seen him capturcd (or‘ probably when " he found the game | was up he would have told us more | bout Zoe, . Walter is getting along very nicely now. He, too, felt badly about Zoe's | death. Leslie, Walter “Burke s certainly one of the b men 1 have ever known, Yes, I will say more than | that, for you know I haven't known | so many good men. He is the best man that anyhody | has eevr known. All he said when 1| read him your letter was: | “Harry Ellington will have more to answer for than even making you ‘ miserable for so many years, 1f 1 can only make up for all you suf-! fered and all that poor girl has suf- fered, porhaps I will have done my duty, Of course, you didn't 1 was to' keop your lettérs and use them as the foundation of a detec- tive story. 1 know you were just in fun, ' but the idea eame too near home for me. T almost wish that you never will 0nd the pearls. They have brought yo uso much unhappiness. If they were mine, I would never want to wear them again, although 1 shall never forget how wenderful they were the night of your party. By the way, I saw Mr, Barto the other day and he asked very particularly about you, He told me that he had met many brainy women and many beautiful ones, but he never remembered meeting before. a superiatively heautiful woman with an unusually brilliant mind such as your: He said, “If T should put such & woman in one of my stories, every- one would helieve she was too good tp be true” By the way, he is sailing soon again on a (rip around the world and ‘1 think he is coming over to see you before he goes, Just as soon as Walter is well enough to travel you will have us over there for a day or two. Untll then, T love you always, RUTH. (Copyright, 1925, NEA Service, Inc.) TOMORROW—Letter from Karl Whitney to Mrs, Leslie Prescott. Breakfast — Chilled cantaloupe, poached cggs on graham toast, crisp boiled bacon, milk, coffee, Luncheon — Baked potatoeg, | creamed dried beef, carrot smt.l raisin bread, caramel cookies, milk, | tea. | Dinner — Baked bluefish, new potatoes in butter, creamed peas,! stuffed tomato salad, rasphf‘r\")’\l shortcake, whole wheat bread, milk, coftee. { Bones must be carefully, watched | small persons eat fish, but aside from this fish is an cxcellentl food for children. ‘ Very young children eat tomatoes these days, Bablies are given strain. | ed tomato juice. just as they are orange julce and children of four years may eat the flesh of the rnWJ | vegetable, The skin, of course, must | be removed, | Caramel Cookies | One cup butter, 2 cups brown su- | gar. 2 eggs, 1 cup sour cream, 4| to 5 cups of flour. 1 teaspoon soda, | 1 teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon vanilla. Soften butter and beat in sugar. Beat until creamy. Beat in 1 cup of flour. Add eggs well beaten and | beat mixture well. Mix and sift 3 cups of flour with salt and soda.| Add half to first mixture and beat until smoodh, Beat in milk and | when smooth add remaining flour mixture, Stir well and add vanilla. Add more flour if necessary. Form ' into a smalil roll and put in the ice box unti] firm ang very cold. Cut thin with a sharp knife and bake in a moderately quick oven for six or eight minutes. * This recipe can be “made up” in the évening and the dough chilled over night. Then the cookles are cut and baked early in the morning before the sun'is high and hot, The rolls should be made about “It's a cinch she doesn't know I've left Dick, or she wouldn't be so cordial,” Gloria told herself. “Little hypoerite!” she added to herself, She stood there in the sun- shine, thinking. “What a fool 1 am! ware after a “Just bereause ] e me no reason why 1 give up my home, and go back to a job that I hate! T guess 1'd rather be a housekeeping wom- an like Mrs. Wing or Mother than | the Lest stenographer on earth!” siEcis she said in- or iwo. oesn't want to | Five minutes later she was in| Dick's office, She knew that it was | the time when he went out to lunch, Miss Briggs. very white in her dark blue dress, sat at her desk. ow do you do," Gloria greetcd her coldly, “1 came up here to get | 1he key of my house. 1 gave it to Mt Gregory a fow days ugo. Do you know where he keeps {t?" Without a word Susan Briggs got up and went into Dick’s office. Glo- | ria could hear her opening and sbutting drawers, and rustling pa- pers as she scarched through Dick's desk, as thick as a rolling pin and the slices cut as thin as possible, (Copyright, 1925, NEA Service, Inc.) Melon Hat '?"& =2 r\"fi e 3O The watermelon hat is a summer novelty, not to be taken. too se- riously or recommended for formal It is of silk in light and dark shades of green arranged to make the crown a perfect copy of a melon. The brim i of the lighter silk, corded. The crowd is bound with a ribbon band of watermelon pink. 0 wear. Presently she dozen keys in the ciched ha “Is any of these want asked tiem on the fable, (e] out with a palm of her out- ime the key you threw she as she oria picked them among the into her purse, “I don't know whether 1o give you that key Briggs said. “Mr, say 1 could.” Gloria glared at of Mr. Gregory's Briggs.” she said. * to me!” (To Be Oontinued) Her own she put it A m. I ought or not,” Miss Gregory didn't her. “It's none afialr, Miss 'he key belongs “I dop+t know whether I»ouzht_ to. give . you:that key or not,” Miss Briggs said!