New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 11, 1925, Page 22

A Wif e’s Confessional Adele Garrison' s New Phase of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE Madge Makes a Full Report to Lillian 1 pushed past Latherine in quick alarm at her news, and went to the side of the bed where Lillian lay Her eyes twinkled with their usual mischieft as she looked up at me, but I noticed with eyes fear-sharp- ened, that her face looked w and pinched, and that the color had ebbed from her checks lips. “Oh, my dear, 1 afraid of {his—" I began, but she Interrupt- ed me ruthlessly. “Look here, angel child!” she #aid, her voiee weak, but imper tive, “Katherine has been doing an imitation of Cassandra all over the Tot. It will be the last straw if you begin. I'm perfectly all right, have just over estimated my strength a bit, that's all. Now tell me the re- sult of your trip, and the status of things now. 1 looked mutely at Katherine, my brain whirling with this sudden complication of Lillian's indisposi- ton. How I ever was to cope wth the government operative Eldridge 1 had no idea, or rather I had the fixed one that I would fare but il in the encounter, and that would be distinct danger of his dis- covering it was 1 who had assisted “Steve” to escape from the trap from which Eldridge had expected to take him. was “Oh tell her,” Katherine sald dis- | gustedly. “This stunt has gone ‘too far and there is so much at stake that it will hurt her less to listen and to talk than it will to lie here and fret over it. Upon one point I am adamant, however. She's go- ing to remain in bed. She's not even going to sit up. Whatever con- ferences are to be held will be staged right here.” “He Isn't Paid To Think"” “Did you hear ler jaws click?” Lilllan demanded with a chuckle, “When they slide into their sockets ke that it's a to drop to the floor and knock their heads three times.” “I'll save you the trouble, if you don't look out” Katherine threat- ened with a reluctant grin at Lil- Man's banter. “Go ahead, Madge. Get it over with.” 1 lost no time in obeying her, but told Lillian in as few words as pos- sible the story of our futile trip to find “Steve” and what Mrs. Ticer had told us, then added the signifi- cant statement— “Mr. Eldridge believes that Lee Chow aided the man called “Ralph Dackett” to get away., and was per- haps an associate of his from the first. He also thinks the man must have been tipped off that something gain | and | there | gn for everybody | was brewing." 1 was careful in to give no hint of my share in “Steve's” departure, thisking that Lilllan would wish to Keep up her pose of knowing nothing concern- Ing the affair. But the hint of dan- ger to me sent the fiction fiylr “oh, he , does she claimed he'll jnst have to have it impressed upon him a bit that he isn't pald to think but to | obey orders, There was just a touch of arro- gance in her manner, born, I knew, of the consclousness of her record as a superior officer in the government service, Her next words were a quick, anxious que “What do you think 1 will do when he gets bacl “He Will Say Nothl all that I said doy ex- Chow “There's one thing he won't do,” | I answered confilently. “He won't come here to the house, and I doubt if he will return to Ticer" He may return to the laundry and await my instructions there, or he may come to the deserted shack on the next farm. Lillian looked a long minute, Knitted. “Here will have to be the dope,” she sald at last. “You go down- stairs now, and tell the gifted Mr. Eldridge that I have had a heart attack — that's as good an excuse |as any — and that he will have to come up here to see me. When he gets here, Katherine will insist that I talk but a few words at a time— I'll give her a free hand for the stage business. I personally shall take all responsibility® for Lee Chow. Remember that you know him only as a friend of the local laundry- man who sometimes sells us curios and goes on errands, In Eldridge presence T shall suggest that you | g0 and look for him, and when you find him, bring him here. Be sure that Lee Chow has his story of this Dackett's engaging him and his es cape very clear and that it with Mrs, Ticer's account. I'll Eldridge until you get back. driver will stay put, with his car, will he not?” “I don't know,” I “He appears rather a tomer. Why not wait sire I have had time to get to Ticer's and away again and then have Mr. Eldridge send the driver down there with instructions to watch for Lee Chow there. If the Chinese should happen to return there, we can be sure that he will say nothing until he sees either you or me and then only what we wish him to say.” Copyright 5 by Service, at the ceiling for her cyebrows said slowly. lively cus- until you're Newspaper Inc. LETTER FROM LESLIE PRES- COTT TO THE LITTLI: MAR- QUISE, C-0 THE SECRET DRAWER—CONTINUET This letter from Melville Sartoris 1 am going to placs with mine in the ljttle pecret drawer. It is too beau tiful to destroy, yet I am not sure that I should not destroy it. I won- der if ever before any woman occn- pied such a place in a man't heart Melville Sartoris has told me in this letter that he loved me, and he inti- mates that more than all else in the world he wants to now if T love him And yet such a queer bias there s in his mind, he tells me that he would not love ma any more if he should discover that I had trans ferred the love that he feels T have for my husband, to him/ You see, he has been calling me his Madonna of the Sn subtle compliment, my d means the purest and hest of living ‘women, who i8 ever cold, and invites nothing but respect and reverence from the men ahout her. In his contradictory way he tells me that his heart is burning up with love for me, and explains that he would not eay this to me, only that he never expects to look upon my face again, never expects to hear from me. It's a queer situation, is it not? Bometimes 1 think it fsn't true that he is only taking this way of piquing my curiosity so that T will keep him In my thoughts continu- ously. He has never done anything like any other man since T have known him. He is eithe proficlent and expert s that ever lived in love with me. Tou see, Marquise, the reputation of heing the consummate fi the most of or else he is little he has most with more hroken hearts to his credit than almost any other man of modern times, and yet he has c rived to make me con- celted enongh to believe that what- | ever t, he has found s been search- may be his p in me something he 1 ing for all his life | 1Isn't it strange, my dear Little |Marquise, that he has made himself Ibelieve that finding what he seeks will be to lose it, and forever losing it, he will call it his The day hefore he left on a kind of modern Holy Grail expedition, he gave me the most elaborate enter- tainment on his yacht that was ever given in this country. He told me that he had never met a woman who was honest, that even his mother had betrayed his father, and his wife had married him only to get enough [money to go away with the man she really loved T felt quise— ev for Little Mar. so sorry that T put out both hands to him, and as he bent to press his lips to my palm, Jack stood in the Tor a moment he was intensely jealous, but the next , after he had nearly lost me, he d to 1 in love with me all ain. Since then he has been very moody, sometimes extramely loving, and others very grouchy You Little Marquise, that I'm not in love with Melville Sartor- fs. T'm only curious about him. T if there are other men like the world? 1 wonder if 1 er see him again? He cer- ct upon me that no man has ever had, not even 1 am reaily glad he is safling Antipodes, for T am afrald T e too much of him 125, NE sorry him doorway know, wonder him in shall e\ tainly has an other Tack taithe would s Copyright Service, Inc.) TOMORROW—Tetter from Leslie Prescott to the Litile Marquise. N 2 rye toast Lunche and egue charlotte, mi Dinner — brown g jelly, crea toasted cra milk, coffee If a more wanted hot or ¢ tomato canap first course a used making t course and the last co coffee be served Scalloped Spinach and Eggs One-half peck h gpoons butter, 1 tea y salt, 14 teaspoon pepper, 4 tablespoons grat- ed cheese, 3 hard.cooked eggs #ups white sauce. * Wafers of Put ha spin- tered baking dish. and add maining E ch crumbs Add re R N Banish Pimples By .L'sing Cuticura Soap to Cleanse Ointment to Heal Sh Stick. long | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1925. SEYMOUR When you take a squint at this puzzle youw'll “gaze fixedly” at it for a moment—then go ahead! HORIZONTAL 1. To gaze fixedly. 6. A valuable property. |11, Pistils, Furrows. Funeral pile, An admitted faet, Departed. Unit, An obstruction, Males. Provided. To mention. Fashion. | 28. Father. Drunkard. . Sailor. {33, Turf. Partner. Chair. 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(E==4) new SALADRESSING MUSTARD BOBBED HAIR f THE STORY SO.FAR: lo6ks wenderful | (Copyright, 1925, Associated Editors, | with the tiny tint of Gélden Glow his hands toward Shamgoo—advis May Seymour, whose lusband killed himself because of h love affalr with another man, returns to her home town after a year's ab- sence. She sclls her property, with her whole tiny fortune in cash, sets out to find and marry a man with money. At Atlantic City she bert Waterbury and Dan Sprague through a divorcee, Mrs. Carlotta I'rolking. May sets her cap for Wa- terbury, whom she believes to be rich, When he proposes she accepts him, and turns over to him all her money for investment, He disap- pears immediately, and the money with him! Penniless, May sells her jewel to buy a rallroad ticket to Los Al tos, Calif.. where Carlotta lives. On the way she stops off in her own town to visit her friends, Dick and Glorla Gregory. There she meets a wealthy widower, Ulysses He falls in love with May and asks her to be his wife. But May refuses, explaining that she likes him too much to marry him without love, Then she goes to Los Allos to visit Carlotta, but stays there only a few days owing to Carlotta's evi- dent unwlllingness to let her live at her house without paying board. May wires Forgan for money to bring her home, and she settles her- selt with the Gregorys for the win- ter. . On Christmas day the Gregorys have a party, at which Ulysses and his daughter. Sally, are guests. He | points out to May that she has no right to “live on” the Gregory who haven't much money—and that ghe’'ll never be happy until she learns not only to take care of her- self but to serve others as well PR (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) May sat looking straight ahead of her for a long time. Her eyes smarted with angry tears that kept gathering faster than she could and | meets Hor- | Forgan. | TLOOSE DY DEATRICE BURION ¢, | |in a that was with tears “I was going to marry you for the of the home you could give she sald frankly. "1 wus go- ing ‘graft’ you just as you suy I've been ‘grafting’ all my life on somebody or other. didn’t think of it In that way. 1 thought I'd glve you companionship in exchange for your money. And | T could have helped you out | 8ally, too. .. " | Ulysses tapped his spectacles on the of his hand though sev- ral moments of silence. He looked at May as if hie had never seen her before . . . the lovely turn of her cheek, softness of lher cy velled as they were by tears. “And so you would have married me without love . . . for the sake | of having a lon he asked | “You who wanted be | all along . . . ‘footloose” called iti" May nodded “Well,” Ulyss voice choked suke me," to on back to as | ilently went on, as if he | have believed it possible to care | about any woman as I do for you . but T want you so much that T would have terms, even {hose!" May smiled mirthlessly. You'll never take me rms, Mr. Forgan, e on any | T hope 1 never see you again!" She turned on her heel and ran upsta I'rom the window of the guest- room she watched him leave the house few moments later and a Sally and her swain | His motor engulfed swung away down the disappeared . . . and seemed dreadfully . and 1t him | street, 1 the | empty. \ . He was gone out of rought May. The knowledg brought a fceling something Ik | pain- to her heart. .. o ever. “The last time I saw you I said I hoped I'd never see you again! blink them away. But under her somehow, what Ulysses said to her was the herself. He had shown her just what she was as plainly as if he had held a mirror up befors her eyes for her to see herself! . . . She looked back over her life and couldn't sece a had truth about single place where she had done the | unselfish thing instead of the sel- [fsh one. She had married Dr. John for money and had ruined his life. Dur- ing the 10 years she had lived with him. she had never considered him for a minute. She had gone about to “wild” parties with any man who happened along, she had smoked and drunk, and danced like a but- terfly in the sun—without a thought of anything but her own pleasure. She had refused to bear a child, althought Dr. John had made it perfectly plain that in his code of life marrlage without children was no marriage at all. She had lived upon .. she had been a grafter . . . cheap grafter, And now she was “sponging” up- on the Gregorys In the same fash- ion, so Ulysses said. And Ulysses was right! ... But the fact right made May feel bitter toward him. 8hé stood up and faced him for a minute, her eyes bright with tears, her hande pressed against her heart as if it hurt her. “All day I've been longing to see you.” she said. “T've a that he was all the more been wanting to tell you I'd marry| February mornings, in order to be| with you!" At that he eagerly stretched out her, but May pushed them away &bs wedt a2 I didn’t mean it. anger she felt|to be not to just | drea Why, how terrible it was going ¢ him again! How dful it was to lose that com- | forting feeling that he was waiting for her when she should tire of be- ing “footloose,” and want Journey's End! ! + .. Bhe wanted it now | home and the prace of hom Journey's End! She stood before her mirror loo g at her gone white and gard, reflection with her drooping lips: “You cerfainly are prize bonchead!” she told miscrably. | . face, herself | In the beginning of February May left the Gregorys and set herself up in housckeeping rooms. The |two tiny squares of space on the | top floor of an apartment building on West Main street were hardly worthy of the word “rooms.” | But May made of them a home |yt an tr . the first she had ever made in | ner 1ife! As a bride she had walked | Squirrel, his bounty | into Dr. John's old home and lived | caw him, and glven him nothing in return |there among his dead mother’s be- | hefore b | longings, taking no interest in them. | But this was ’ had found her position Only 1| with | ! bert homeless | Phillimor d you | plained to her that | were talking to himself, “I wouldn't | he added that she didn't taken you on any | heavy she said stiffly. | but she owed Dick ou'll never get a chance to! And | hundred dollars! | she walk down to the curbstone with | street | | leaped in May's heart like a living her life for- and tried to smile at the | the world's | glinpse was be . rosponsible one with a firm in East Main street . . . (hrough Dick Gregory Mr. Phillimor frin, was May's took orders, and slow dietation. Mr. Phillimor ed fo use big wa und he spelled them Incor- reetly for May, who knew how to spell them herself! “What an old foggy he 15! she would think as she sat patiently be- with her pad on her v of the From 1s sidehis desk knee She compared his speech with the crisp, clean-cul sentences of Ulysses Forgan, It would be a joy to take dictation from Ulysses, she thought, she would sit looking at the egg Mr. Phillimor's tie, at his jaw and his lack-luster and visualize Ulysses in his clean white linen, his well-pressec suits and general air of perfect grooming, his a in spite of his 50 years, And she would: wonder Waterbury at 45 had scemed 50 aged to her, while Uly: who was u good five years older, scemed no older than herself. Sometimes when she went out in- fo the crowded strect at noontime she would think that she caught a of him. But she was always spots on imshaven why Her- o8, wrong. The last Saturday in March Mr. harged May. He ex- she ought to know to telegraph in code if Ishe was going to try to work for firm doing foreign business. And dic- how a ake tation fast cnough anyway. May was crushed. she walked home between leaden skies with a heart heavy as they No job! And her month's rent due in a couple of days! Not only that, Gregory 1wo the as ghed What & deeply. . . . | struggle it was to earn enough money to keep body and soul to- gether! And where was the joy of being alive, anyway? . . . Life strefched ahead of her like a long dusty road, edged with shad- | ows. Nothing ahead but work, work, work. . . And then suddenly something him | of youth and vigor | flame. Coming straight toward her down the sordid street was Ulysses For- | gan! And suddenly life seemed very Cworthwhile, and the world &« won- | derful place to be living in! AN this because a middle-aged man had suddenly turned the cor- ner of Main street und was coming toward ber holding out his hand in | groeting. He was smiling . . . and | May vealized that she was almost running toward im in her eager- | ness to speuk to him. They stood there, wordless, smil- ing. shaking hands vigorously for a full minute before cither spoke Then May said breathlessly: “The lust time 1 suw you | sald I hoped I'd never see you again! ... | didn't mean it!" 02" Ulysses usked, replacing his hat, which he had swept off in | greeting. “Are you sure you dldn't ‘ mean it? May could only shake her head md laugh like a child that has been naughty and is glad to be for- given, | “I've heen | told me 1 o working you It to,go to work to support myself, yon know.” she said after & minute or two, “But [ just lost my job this afternoon | Atter 10 years of idlencss my type | writing hand has lost its cunning!" | Ulysses looked at her closely. “You're thinner,”” he said after his | long scrutiny. “And too pale. Been shut in too much! Come and work for me. I've a nice sunny oftice, and I'll make you take two hours | off every noon to get out in the 1 Will you start work for | al me Monday morning?"” M shook her head. "No | thanks,” she said. “You told me |once upon a time that 1 was a grafter! And I'm not going to prove |it by ‘grafting’ on you! I'm no good | stenographer now. I wouldn't |as a | honestly carn even a (iny salary Goodby.” | She held out her hand and Ulys- | ses took it in a hard grip. | “But let me come to see you.” he | begged, and once more May shook her head. | +“No,” she said. rather not | see you, somehow. . 1 want to | be alone, away from everybody!"” | And with that she went. | (To Be Continued) d 'FR TRIES AN()ThER PLAN By Thornton W. Bur‘zrss Of their own voices, T have found Some people dearly love the sound. uster Bear. Buster Bear was getting out of sorts Yes, sir, he was getting out of so He certainly was. He inning to that he couldn’t look in every in the Green Forest for those missing mushrooms. His neck began to ache in no time at all. You se he wasn't used to walking along with hig head tilted up. Of cou he knew that Chatterer couldn't have carried those mushrooms a very great distance, but even at that there were more trees than he cared to think about. sat down to rest his neck -r, this won't do at all,” bled Buster. “In the first place 1 can't half see up in these trecs. Tn the second place, there trees. The thing for s, realize tree are too many “Hello you old rob Chatterer me to do s to watch Chatterer. He will at least give me some idea in which direction to look I wonder I didn't think of that hefore. Chat- terer is smart Anyway he thinks he is. Just the same, I think that Iam just as smart. 1 hope he hasn't seen me looking around up in these trees, I'll just pretend that I have forgotten all about mushrooms, 1'll just do as T am in the habit of doing, look for ants, or grapes, or beechnuts, or anything else that's good to eat, but I won't look up in trees So Buster started out and did his best to appear quite unconcerned. He puilled over cvery old log he came to, looking for ants. Some- times he found them and sometimes e didn't. He tore an old rotten stump to piec He pretended to try to dig out Whitetoot the Wood Mouse. Had you been watching him you would have said that he wasn't interested in anything at all except the things he was doing. he time he was looking and for Chatterer the Red He heard him before he Chatterer usually is heard s seen. No one of whom I know enjoys the sound of his own iistening different . . this| voice more than does Chatter | | 2 atterer th tiny flat filled with painted furni-|Req Squirrel. & ture that May bought on the install- ment plan. She loved everything in|over towards the place | DBuster at once began to shuffle where the it, from the painted sugar tin in the | sound of Chatterer's voice was com- | tiny kitchen to the box couch in|ing from. ! the tiny living room. But he didn't go straight | there. He shuftled along looking The box couch became a bed at|for old logs to pull over in search night when the living-room took on | of ants. the aspect of a bed-room, with May's fresh clothes laid out for Vht“ | morning. | She had to get up early these | at the office by 8 o'clock. Far May | was at work again at a sten- | ographer's desk after 10 years of cass, Ants geemed to b and only thing on Buster's When he found them, he |them up, smacked his lips looked as pleased as a small a stick of candy. awhile he saw Chatterer. But Chatterer had seen him first. Ot course he would, because Buster is & g aad Chatterer i& so small. the one mind. boy After licked | and | ,Chatterer jumped from branch to |branch and from tree to tree, until at. last he was In a tree right over Buster. “Hello, you old robber!" eried Chatterer. “What ar eyou doing, |looking for mushrooms?” | Buster sat up and leoked up' at | Chatterer. “Really, Chatterer,” said he, "I don't know why you should call me a robbe “Didn't T see you just tear open an ants’ nest?"” demanded Chatterer Buster grinned “Perhaps you did,” said he. “It might be all right for the ants to call me a rob- ber, but why should you call me a rdbher?” 1 haven't robbed you."” Chatterer grinned. *“No,” said he, “vou haven't robbed me but that is ecause you haven't had a chance. What is more, I don't mean that | you shall have a chance. Have you seen any mushrooms lately?” By this Buster Bear knew that Chatterer knew, or at least suspect- ed, what had brought him over to that part of the Green Forest. But | he wouldn't Jet Chatterer know that he knew, “Mushrooms?” said he, ‘Mush- rooms- What about mushrooms? Personally I'm interested in ants, not mushrooms. I saw some grow- ing back there a ways, but they didn't tempt me at all.” | Chatterer chuckled “Perhaps |they were not dry.” said he, and | grinned down at Buster Bear in the sauciest way. Buster Bear just turned his back and shuffled off quite as if he had no intention of staying around there any longer, (Copyright, 1 925, by T. W. Burgess) The next story: “Sammy Jay Tells Buster Where to Look.” VDVifferenE “ ,‘"Junk‘“‘} We are =0 used to narrow- brimmed hats or very wide;brimmed ones that anything else looks very Strange. Here is a Paris inspiration with silk brim turned back from the face in wide pleats. The crown is |of velvet. e e THREE GENERATIONS OF WOME. Since the humble origin of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound in 1881, made on a kitchen ateve, three generations of women have used this ol@-fashioned root and herb remedy for their alimonts, with wonderful success. Very often we hear of famllies where the grand- mother, mother and daughter testi- fy to its virtue. This acecunts for the astounding growth and de tor this dependable medicine from all over the United States and from many foreign countries as well,