New Britain Herald Newspaper, December 5, 1925, Page 4

A Wife's C Adele Garrison's New Phase o REVELATIONS OF A WIFE Lee Chow Directs the Searching | the door of the sedan and taking up Party “Mlsses Graham please sit in front seat.” Leo Chow's voice spoke, calmly authoritive, as with Jim bearing Junlor sound asleep in his arms, I came from the kitchen door toward the sedan belonging to the Chinese which was to convey us upon our Journey in search of Hugh ant- land. It was only three o'clock in the morning, but a wonderful late moon illuminated the yard, and by its light Lee Chow had been groom- ing his beloved car ever since mid- night. It had been found by the &ide of a road near the rallroad sta- tion in Greenport, where Fanny Powell had abandoned it. No ap- preclable damage had been done to it, but Lee Chow fussed far more over a slightly bent fender, and scratehes upon the car's body than he had done over his own injuries &% the hands of the woman who had been our involuntary guest. “But I can't hold Junior comfort- ably in that front seat,” I began. | “LAl' boss man no sleep so good | If somebody hold him,” he said im- | perturbably. “Sedan big car, plenty room in back, for NI’ boss mar sleep, See all luggage on side.” I followed his pointing finger and #aw that suitcases, bags and our | motor lunch kit had been so0 In- | geniously arranged in the luggage | carrier that we would not need to| carry a single article save our hand | bags in the inside of the car. | A black waterproof covering lay ready to strap down neatly over them. Les Chow placed safely at one end, far away from tha other luggage, a can of motor oil, a can of alcohol and a bottle of distilled | water, that trinity of necessitles for travelers taking their cars into high altitudes in late autumn. “I'm Going to Sleep” “If Missee Underwood, and lil' boss lady get in back, put cushions by heads. Lee Chow will fix,” th Chinese went on. Giving my arm a | rurreptitious squeeze, Lillian climbed Into the car, followed by Marion, | and they tucked themselves into the corners confortably. “I warn you, Madge, I'm going to sleep straight through to the| mountains.'” Lilllan laughed as she eeftled her head against the cush- ion Lee Chow had provided. “I'm broadcasting the fact that this is my time for going to sleep, not for getting up. What are all these blankets for at our feet, Lee Chow Oh! I see,” as the Chinese came mi | LETTER FROM SALLY TON TO LESLIE PRE —CONTINUED But, Leslie, my methods of think- | Ing and working are more like a| man's than a woman's, as you k Consequently, I am always trying to | get along with the least trouble and | triction possible. 1 know that had it been you who had gotten into this s with Mrs. Prescott, Sr, you would have then and there settled | matter some way, either to your satisfuction or to hers | Most women, Leslie, face things. They never sidestep. Perhaps this| i not always for t best, but I ex; pect that hecar arongh the our sex has been brought the knowledge that most of us must | face the responsibilities of heing the | Taothers of the race, we do not know how to do otherwise than to face all the other responsibilities that are thrust upon us Real women nev 1t a disagree thing behind themselves, 1 sometimes think I am quite differ- ent from most of my sex, h for 1 let things slide every tim T ook Wwith tolrrance on act other women w 6 reprehensi Speaking hood, T cannot Veat)y FRIDAY, DECEMBER 4, 1925, S onfessional one of the blankets, advanced deftly, and rolled Junior in it until nothing but his face was visible, Then he placed the sleeping little lad on the pile of blankets and laid over him one side of a motor robe the r which he tucked around Lillian' feet and Marion's. From the run- ning board he took the handbox in which he had deposited the mourn- ing bonnet and veil which he had asked me to join, and lald the box in Marion's lap. Katherine {5 Anxious “Please for Lee Chow,"” hope feet not get a man, but he wake hours, then he sit up on s | I was near enough to Lilian to | » the amused simile she gave the head of the Chinese fussing | over Junior's wrappings. That she | comprehended the Orental's decp devotion to the child and his loyaity to Hugh Grantland which made him | put my comfort or my child's be- | fore that of any one else was| Number 3§ patent. But her reply held no hint |word, It ye \ of amusement a good time to add it to y pefiEs “I never was more comfortable in |ulary. Child | my Iife Lee Chow,"” she sald h v, HORIZONTAL Standard type measure “Have you a cushion for Mrs. Gra Opposite of artificia 1 ablished ham's head. Ah! wvet, I scc i Supporters 15 To press of them,” as the Chinese ingenious- |12 Metals in rock 7 Place of business ly fitted two soft sofa pillows to the 12 To have a rapid N “hits sides of the sedan behind the place | Third note in scale . X where I was to sit. “You're evident- Eges of a lon 2 fruft (pl) ly to sleep also, Madge,” she added. | Y ] s of fishes Lee Chow forestalled my answer. reposition of pla Shoe “Missee Graham p till we get (20 Anger i Plomaine poison city,” he said. “Then she no sleep, | Violent stream watch all the time, be ready to|2 f ness i Cootic drive any minute Lec Chow say.” | Wooden pe 2 Talsific There was so odd a mixture of Compartments ir To sonk flax humility and dominance in his man- | 25 i Tarrot that kills sheep ner that I felt at sca as to|u9 al heing Larvae of an insect the manner of my answer, so 1 took | Colore I Rampart refuge in a banal. “Very well, Lee | Unfasten 11 To decay Chow,” and mounted to the seat o ! > Tortions the right of the wheel. The Orlental | 35 £ a dres 3 bon particles in smoke waited only to help Jim adjust the |3 1 v 1 over for the luggage van and then | Spike of corr briskly climbed to the driver's seat. |40 Doubled-up Through the door beside me, Kath- |42 ? sestruction erine caught at my hand 145 Solitary 52 CGodly person | “Do let me know as soon as you |47 : \ b 3 Substance used in bread fean how things are going,” she (49 To for e hrough [ 7% Net weight of container whispered. “I shall be so anxious.” | 5 To eat “The first second I can,” I prown ce wit orns i To exclude {sed, then with Jim solemnly wav. | Poor 2 Legal rule and Katie vociferating Jonrney 0 Half an em & which T feared would awaken Junior, we rolled out of the 56 farmyard upon the first stage of our |58 journey. 159 (Copyright, 1 IPeature TO=[O[x[ To erack A type of | ficer of a ship VERTICAL 7 in name o 7 S t ire of the nose as to leave that o Y " more or less permanently e nineror Fetl > i ondition wns o (| Your Health || m oo - 1 going jnio 1h treatment for How to Keep It— S to remain in hed or at rest i T Dhes S : v ible. You should takes ith Meabr 7 Causes of Ilness nt in and found [ 2 I ith little Sydney In her a =I=———=" of zood, simple wholesome food light " haract ' on sl b n | fast asleep. Hannah had s The n 3 SR r. You should drink your T G Ve Bmontlcdiex| T b Al ot Ll of cight or nine glasses of T Py :aninted |smell ar ¢ , : s water per day. You should eee to it : Lt B0 Mhiros o Rl i 1950 1t you have plenty of good fresh look At 2 yrtant hecause e 4 it 10 breathe, and remember, above 1101 3 3 A Giton iy s {160 T . that a cold in the head is cuddling B Summers’ baby 1 ion. They T said lare o S e ien o be considered lightly. If not g rly and immediately treated, a may result in one or many iplications. on of colder weather 1l care should be taken to avoid iich produce head colds. ir rooms well ventilated. Do an overheated, dry atmo- humidity and tempera- of your room plays an import- \art in the prevention of colds. ny times when she wag |©f their relations wvith the organ don't you adopt, a It really need not be 1 £ you are afraid it wold com- ers with von and Dick Say the next best only thing for vou you to adopt a ba " Menus for tixve—F'amin (By Sister Mary) cathing % ot t — Chilled apple sauce, TOMORROW — Letter from hecomes yssihl R in milk on graham Sally Atherton 1o Leslie Prescott. S mucons 1 rane toast, f iny, syrup, milk, " CULOR CUT-UUTS = Snow White | ANOTHER HAIPY UNION This is 1} ¢ White and Rose Red have saved all the the past two weeks will now be a g0 act out the story. A new story on Ramekins of ma T affection ’ t of roni and oysters, brown bread, €alad, vanilla wafers, milk, Noodle soup, pan-broil- . haked potatoes, corn salad, Boston ! . milk, coffee. king pork ungd¥ we e. At the me time care must be taken not to cat to chippiness. Sear s quickly on both sides and cook slowly until tender turn- ntly. Season with salt and minutes bhefore serving. vith the general head these inv tively pow but tamckine of Macaroni and Oysters A 025 By N sERVCE e milk in each ramekin. Put ramekins {and s hockue 1t/ miny . t vho can cook nothing a r r mation, and s € ds herself a hot oven for 20 minutes. may ever into a pan of hot water and bake in |into mild laxative, and eat moderately | T e SN AN B DA ok ATURDAY, DECEMBER 5, 1925. BLEGIN HERE TODAY today?” asked Bycrs, the timid little BARBARA HAWLEY, 25, breaks 4 - man who Wwrote the flery play with her flanc ¢ i Wl | views. He stopped to glance over NOLDE and gets a job on the v et i ! shoulder. Britain Telegraph, in order to 3 o y (41 | “No mothers-in-law today, but « Ite. ANDREW McDERMOTT, b 7 g . 16t of boy friends and ‘Is-it-wrong- w editor takes an intirest 4 e 3 10-pet?’ letters,” her because of his friendship for her > P ( e | Bhe was tearing open a particular ther, now dead, Y i 3 i i ly violent pink envelope, from which She also makes friends with BOD | Al h i i tose a strong odor of synthetic vio- JEFFRIES, rough and ready police 1 b ’ icts. The timid critic drew back a reporter, and with him covers many | o e G it from a gas attack. exciting assignments, | 3 o _ i Barbara jumped to her feet, in i Iruce joins a real estate firm that 3 g i § B neal of laughter. “Just listen to ting a million-dollar develop- % ) g his," she cried, Everybody looke! scheme in a section called Vale s 4 : < % up. 4 $ % 4 “Dear Winnifred: ara starts out to prove that | Tk P 2 “I am writing to you because e no sex limitations on | 4 5 1 1 know you are sympathetic cment in the newspaper world. | &, % id with the troubles of young girls, NOW GO ON WITH THI 'ORY v 7 7 o I'm not so awfully young—24 CHAPTER XII 3 g A in fact, but with my hair bob wish," said Barbara, pushing i 5 Uy g bed, my friends say 1 am as eute or dessert, “that Bruce and i and young looking as a kid of 1 hadn't broken off so theatrically.” ¥ 5 1 : 8 1 16. Mre. Hawley gave a little ques . Jeon W 2 “Now my trouble is that tioning “hm-m."” It was the first A Y o H & e - have fallen In love with a man time that Barbara had mentioned 4 Y i i v . who i by far my soclal superlor Bruce since the quarrel. g i I : > . ; He hardly knows I am on eartl “You see,” continucd Barbara 1 ® | . 7 ? yet. But I feel that if I cannot thoughtfully, “there is something I ; ‘ ¢ - s attract his attention and mak: should like to tell him—something % 5O 5 d i him love me, my heart wil friend ought to tell him. But : . % Dbleed, ‘1, after that high tragedy exit| G AN “This young man is very nics that he made. It would not do." | A, B g t ; L mannered, dear Miss Winnifred. “What is it, Babs?" % &t I ® ey ¥ And I am sure he 100ks upon me “Well, I heard two men discussing i S o SRR S s a gentleman shoutd. But will his new real estate firm today. 5 4 : Wy v B / you tell me how I can make hini one of them said some pretty L 8 4 5 2 % f % notice me more and really love things about this Manners, the se! e 5 g i i me, as I feel T must be loved, artner. I observed him the k i R s 2 unless my heart js going to ‘[:-;.s sent to his office. 1 don’t think 4 , k S i 3 4 # e g break “Violetta." T'd trust him myself. I wonder it L “ St ko W3 “p, §—~How can 1 take beer Bruce knows what he's about!’ ke 1. Y AEE , ¥ stalns out of a pink ailk Mrs. Hawley considered the ques- 4 % i b b kimono? tion a moment. “1 don't think you iy 5y 3 i G i ‘P, 8.—1Is th any way to could suggest anything wrong about N i B, # make eve laghes curl? Mine ar the firm without more definite rea- % ; £ beautiful and heavy, but they sons than those, Babs. You've noth- it ; iyt 4 e are quite stralght. 1t is really ing but a chance remark of a TS 4 x T8 A very aggravating, as my eyes stranger to judge b: ;i 3 St 5 Y 2 themselves are considered beau- “0f course, that's true,” answered 5 g iy P i Saarr tiful.” her daughter, rising from lht;)dlnn’r'r M Ll e oh : “$he needn’t say anything mor table. “Better forget all about it. need she?” I ? a. "I con After all, Bruce and 1 are no more see the la to tuch other than strangers. I couldn’t even go to him as a friend, ‘ 2 . if I KNEW there was something Tearing open a particulary violent pink envelo) lmrhu_m jumped 1o her feet in a peal of laugiter, “Just listen 1o this,” she eried, before bre I pink ik kimono, and her bed is | never made from one day to th wrong." The telephone rang and Barbara ran 1o answer it, in the hasty, nerv- cus way she had acquired of late. Mrs. Hawley listened from the din- lin her flight. “Exactly ten wreks. {out at that point.” nex i i And I haven't had an evening dre :‘.fl‘ “Well, let’s forget it, and go ghort- | T can tell vou more than that, | on in that time, or been to a show.” | en my evening dress, mumsy dear, | taid Byers. “She wr;'n.\s tx"m" ¢ } She frowned. “What have 1 been | I'm not 100 old to dance anyhow.” | Vielets on all her clothes with a uix I he ves, Dob." sho heard her | 0ing mumsy?” o tog | The plain litlo yellos: tatfeta iay)| oot Horel And T'll bet she sleeps i ’ Y ove 1o o, Ts it | “Mostly working, I think,” replied | in its box, primly folded. ‘ ier ea S e Hanghten s e ° to g0 8 N |lier mother. "And it won't do. First| “It's done good service, hasn't it,| “Shame en you t i | evening dress? Yes, 1 can get xeady | By Bl R LT yowll get @ |mother?” Barbara was shaking it | “The poor kid really wants advice in time by coming home early Eri-| ok ) | out of its tissue paper and dangling |And heaven knows sho needs it ernoon. What funt Al right. 13‘.;-\\5,,% at her mother. | it by the sleeves. i Give her a really good hunk o odby.” \ine hack into | “Don’t mumsy,” she cxclaimed.| A withered rose tled with a bit of | Winnifred, Babs. Tell her the win Barbara came (danting Mk WA | .. 0 oen reminded ¢f my age three | tulle fell out of the dress upon the | she should go to snare the superio: the dinine raom A chickensa Bhg s sUll | hearth rug. | young man. I'l bet he's a hand at the Lighthouse T '{‘I"“i‘h P { sore. My goodness, 25 isn't ex Mrs, Hawley covered it with her |some youns ribbon elerk.” ey i oribd S s aham | & dccrepit age, 18 it nd, when her daughter turned [ “Not so sure of —that.” replic paper crowd and some Feb CARM-E o) " eourse not, but the kind of |away, kicked it into the fire. Byers, thoughtfully. “I've know: agne and oceans of local eolor.” | 1Ot eourse BOC B (0 T o e doctors and lawyers and even nea | She pivoted on one toe around Ehe | Lt 15, Barbara. And 25 15 0| Barbara's pay envelope felt bulk- | paper men to fall for a girl who: fiLable, Elolyon knop RhoMAIGRE R M St ko A all s omenThey | 2 usual when she called for | cyes are consldered beautiful and on since il hava beent oniesda ither fade and shrivel or blossom | it next day. She fingered it anxlous- | whose lashes are long and heavs, Ehelnskedisudd el B IDE i she had heard tales of motes | beer stnins and violet perfume and dismissal enclosed in pay en-|all. That kind of woman {s qui’ “lopes, without warning. tree of the hoodoo of intellect in her Around the corner, by the drink- | ex life. Il bet Violetta would 1 fountain, she tore it open hur- | dangerous to any man in this offt ledly. There, instead of the usual| “Blah!” remarked Bob, clegantly wenty dollar bill and five dollar| Barbara was writing the last para il were a twenty and two fives, | graph of her answer to Vialv_w‘ a She went beaming back to the re- | when he came and leaned against porters’ enclosure. her desk, “What's the matter, Barbarlan?" | “Just a minnte, Bob,” she sail icked Bob. “Have you just scored | “till I finish te]ling the pink silk ki « world beat, or did you mect a new |mono how to land the man of her man last night?" ih"fl(‘ -— though she unaoubtedly | “Neither,” replied Barbara, too|knows more about it than T'll ever | happy to resent the ralllery. “I've|know.” got a raise “Not at all,” he replied. “You “Hooray,” cried Bob, “Now we | women are all altke. Colonel's lady can both elat, even when I'm broke. |and historic Sudy—both vamps from What's \d promotion for?” ' irth, by instinct. And only a slighi “I don't know, but maybe because difference in your methods.” I've been looking down-hearted and| “Well, Mr. Wise Man, what can } alisfied lately. Almost all in|do for you?" night comes, nowadays, Bob.” | “This 1s how it i Babs. Scems The Telegraph was never | Miss Badger got up this dinner | | The Beginning of a Pond those poplar trees he wanted without 7 spolling a perfectly good swamp by By Thornton W. Burgess turning it into a pond. And nothing 3 Peter could say caused her to change small beginnings, it is plain, her opinion in the least. Finally he Mighty endings may attain gave up trying. You see, little Mrs. gt —011 Mother Nature. | Peter is not unlike a great many EANes cther people—fixed in her opinions 5 peter Rabbit spent a great deal of | and set in her ways e e e eea e & rot v iviaay iieh n told Gireen Forcst where Paddy the Beav- | through the swamp toward the new Jiney seSnas & Rl Y Ll d the two nearly |dam he mads a discovery, It seem Otherwise, we'd all spend our time|Ieaven knows why she should, but , Mrs. Paddy and the two nearly S Mads ajr Y Llateeis building a new |ed to be wetter under foot than us- before our mirrors learning to reg- | since she is hostess, or at least orig- awn beavers were building a ne: to be x s m. How folks could get any pleas- | ual. As he jumped from on¢ tussock r dissatisfaction. You got that|inator of the pow-wow, 1 honestly : I T yecause the boss es your | ha Ee et h e et 2 ! ure out of working as those beavers |0 another tussock he noticed that | 0 ‘\»;:‘1‘.‘“1:1‘-‘;]“ \,1: ;P_‘:rx‘r m:flnz got the nerve to let her e O Deter couldn't understand at | there was water standing in betwean | WOTk: T ¢ ; : Uik {211, 1t was too much for him. But |and it hadn't been ‘hat way the last | tage, after just two months, on the “1 dldn’t know she meant me fo en, Peter doesn't like to work at time he was over there. He couldn’t Barbara." her very own when she was askin: - s only fi || a week, you[me If I could go. Gosh, Barbara, ] all, But he does ltke to watch oth-|recall that there had been a hard|, o ®pop py funny what | hate it. T'd rather take you a thou- A vk, and €0 he spent so much | rain, 80 he couldn't understand that | time over in the alder swamp that | Wetness. Then, when he was almost |a difference it makes?" cand times. You know that. But { s 2 = i 10 t 4 that e | “Sure it does. It's a symptom of | she'll label me a blackguard an' little Mrs, Peter over in the dear |10 ““ntf;’:";‘:;r":\i::'l‘lz‘(’ "‘W‘fl‘l‘”i““’w""m ss first of all. And then it Is|an insulter of defenseless woman | ? e T ant hark m,” around, This | iv® dollars’ worth af good &pend-)hood if I back out now. i 7 L], for Potes ot foam e ime |2ble United States currency, too.( “I'll tell you. Sinbad Sullivax e 185 | ming. When finally ha reached: the | Don't ever forget that | hasn't any girl, and he's dying (o | | , f ) u ‘l‘ A f'n.d FE A ;” g Barbara hummed a little tune as|take you, anyhow. Says you 160k lik | N\ 17 | Ms family wers at work he discov- she went back to her desk. Jimmy | a peach of a dancer. I'll pick up Miss | ered what It meant. That dam had had plled it RigTARILE ‘%‘,e day's ac-| T'adger and Sulltvan nd come ", 1 | ean carricd across the. Laushing|cumilateaiove-lorn mail. for you at seven o'clock tomorrow f ) n carried across the Laugh & zan to tear open the en ht, 12 1 ight with 3 Prook. To be sure, the water She began to ‘hMA nrhr'\ 2 (;nnighr. 1t that's ’:nl ngh.dnl.. you I 2 dasves velopes, picking the highly colored | We can all pile in the old boat.” raming through hetween ne #lickS| ones first and chuckling over the| Barbara smiled at him. “Of cours: £ 8 - & PUllL | (ontents as she read. it'll be all right, Bob. You'll see tha and over the top, for it was still very 3 low, but it wasn't running off fas How many mother-in-law letters | Sinbad is sober, won't you enough to keep it from creeping tack and back slowly. Those beavers were working with might and main to fill in between the eticks and o . o 4 s o e s v soss ana oo § The [N @W Dritain Choral dociet |10 keep the water from running s through. Peter was looking at the 'No, I don’t understand,” retorted DeEInNIng, the very beginning of a ittle Mrs. P pond. | littoThre 3 clex 1 He didn’t fully realize it then. He e 014 Briar-patch lost all patience | aldn't quite understand just what all ’ with him for leaving her alone sol as going on. You see, it was diffi- much t to believe that just piling stic | . . Peter did his best to get her to | and brush and mud across the | g0 over to the Green Forest with | Laughing Brook would actually Chorus Of 160 Mlxed v0|ces him. “You ought to see what is go- | make a pond, and that the farther | ing on over there,” he would eay.|that dam was carrled each side of Assisted By “You really ought to, my dear. Pad- |'the Laughing Brook the bigger that dy the Beaver and his family are go- [ pond would be. In fact, he couldn't . ing to change the alder swamp over | understand at all why Paddy and his t tl tr | there. At least that is what he says.” | family kept building that dam farth- e os on es v r es a | Mrs. Peter sniffed. “What | er and farther away trom the Laugh- e . does he want 16 change the alder | ing Brook, making it longer and and visiting artists swamp for? Ian't it good enough for | longer. It wasn't until Paddy show- | 5 e - nim?" she demanded ed him how the water above that LII:I:IAA\ GUSTAFSON ... Soprano “You don't undérstand, my dear. | dam was creeping farther and farth- ANNA HARRIS ....... ... Contralto He is going to make a pond out of | et in each direction along that dam |l WENDELL HART ....s ioove. Tentt that alder swamp,” Peter explained. | 1hat he bagan to understand. 3 ¢ . "No, T don't understand,” retorted | Quite suddenty and uncxpecteaty ] NORMAN JOLLIF .... .-+ Bass-Baritone little Mrs. Peter. “Ol1d Mother Nature |a fesling of dness swept over < % made an alder swamp there. 1t has | Peter. Something he had known all SUNDAY AFTERNOON, DECEMBER 13 been good enough for other folk all | s life was being changed right be- | thesc years and I den't see any rea- | {ore his eyes. Yes, sir, that very | CAPITOL THEATER eon why it isn't good enough for | thing was happening. Pretty soon he | Paddy the Beaver. Does he think he [ would ro longer be able to run about 3 3 éan improve on what Old Mother |in that swamp. Next year Long- | Tickets §1.00, $1.50, $2.00 Associate Membership Nature does™ Little Mre. Peter | till the Woodcock would have tol On sale at C. L. Pierce & X sniffed 1., | 100K cleewhere for a nesting place. |§ Co,, Crowell's Drug Store, (Includes two tiekets to Peter patiently tried to tell her|Those aiders, the ones not cut, would || angq ywith members of the coneert in advanee of pub- | that it was all a matter of getting | drown. Peter wasn't a* sure t he etk A enough to oat on the part of Paddy, | iike the idea of this pond of which | society. lic sale). but little Mrs. Peter sald that she | he was watching the beginning. { saw no reason why he couldn't gut | (Copyright, 1925, by T. W. Burgess) |