New Britain Herald Newspaper, December 7, 1925, Page 4

A Wife's C Adele Garrison's REVELATIONS OF A WIFE Xee Chow Pilots Madge and Lilllan | Through the Night i Lilllan 1s an old campalgner, and it was but a few minutes after our start that 1 looked around to find her slecp against the cushions Lee Chow had put in the sedan for | her comfort. But, there was no sign of repose about Lilllan's young | daughter, With figure tensel et | and eyes gleaming with excitement, | Marion was patently enjoying hers to the utmost and imagining hersel a participant in some highly adven- turous undertaking. 1 ventured a | mild remonstrance. “Why don't you cuddle against ose pillows and go sleep, to 1 asked “I'm afraid I might shove my feet against Junlor and hurt him,” she answered softly with a loving look at my small son warmly huddled in the pile of blankets at her feet. “But he's on your feet, child,” 1 expostulated. “You couldn’t possibly burt him.' “I suppose not,” doubtfull but oh! Auntle Madge, I couldn't go to sleep anyway. Was there ever such | a gorgeous night? Just look at that moon! I never saw it so blg and| beautiful before in all my life, ‘And getting up this way in the middle of the night and driving off—why its Just like the old story books, you know where the English coaches nsed to dash through the night from one inn to another dwith the postil- )Mons blowing their horns. But we | havena't and postilions, unless—" Madge Takes a Nap She broke off with a shy little ges- ture toward Lee Chow's broad back, and a soft infectious laugh. 8he has Ther mother's sense of humor, and “her mother's high courage and quick initlative. Altogether, I thought with & fondly approving look at her exclt- d young face, she was a bonny com- rade in any enterprise, and I resolv- ed suddenly to make her feel that | upon her rested a grave responsibil- | ity. I knew of nothing which could | #ive her a greater thrill. “Then, Marion dear,” I sald, “if wou cannot sleep, suppose you take this watch as they say on ship- hoard. Lee Chow must put all his at- tention on his driving, and you can watch for anything unusual along the road and tell him about it if | you think he needs to know. Look | out for Junior also. With you on | guard, if you're sure you can't sleep, | Tl be able to take a nap myself wlth a clear consclence.” | 1 was rewarded by the absolutely | exalted Inok upon her face as she | listened to my proposal “I'm eross-my-heart-sure T can't sleep,” she caroled, then gave a quick remorseful glance at Junior. “A fine guard 1 am,” she sald to down | w | promise i onfession New Phase of contrite ‘calling out like that a wonder 1 dldn't waken 4 “But, you didn't" I rea and then 1 settled again cushions with no thought, wat I could aleep not Marfon's yout over the trip there was turous thrill for me Ir for H not ¢ ep slumber, 1ulder, Chow Fear? rousin tappad me What De “Lee Chow Auntte Madge,” gotting into New York.” The dawn was breaking with the of a glorious sunriss and I w that we were within a mile of Queensboro Bridge. 1 sat up with a jerk, smoothed my rumpled hair, put on my hat which Marion | had been holding for me, “Sleepy dear?” I asked her and | marveled at the endurance ot youth n her voice with no trace o {atigua answered jovously I don't believe I'll ever be sleepy again. Tsn't this just scrumptious Lea Chow's voice interupted a subtly disapproving note in it “Lil' boss lady please not talk. Missee Graham must keep ready, maybe have to drive quick.” on the 8 rs Lee a us, With a rueful look at me, Marion |1 huddled against her ¢ s, and T, fecling ridiculously like a child call- ed up before a teacher for correc- ER 4, 1925, FRIDAY, DECLMB MONDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1925, CROSSWOI'D PUZZLE tlon, turned my face to the front of the car. There sat I, tensely expect- | ant of some bizarre happening which | would put me at the wheel of the | car on city streets. But for hours, nothing happened. | We swept through the streets be- | tween the bridge and Fifth avenue, ! up through Central Park and on to| the ferry. Tt was not until we were well out of the suburban zone that Lee Chow | turned dowr a country road and | permitted us to have breakfast from the motor kit. Later he chose an out-of-the-way restalirant, in one of the mountain towns, for our dining place. Patently he feared somethin or somebody, but it was not unt we reached Binghamton that his fear | mate had just through the main section of the city when I saw a tall Chinese start for- ward from the shelter of a doorway, and Lee Chow swerved the car so quickly around a corner that he al- most tumbled ns out or the floor. Copyright, 1 wspaper Feature Service, passe Ine Istter Prom Sally Atherton to Les- | lie Prescott—Continued. “Why Paula?" 1 should afrald, u must be to bring up a child in any luxury | you might wisl { B “Oh, yes,” she answered somewhat earily, “I've gone all over that to’| © yself. But, Sally, what if T still would have this fnsatiable desire for | a child of my very own? What it T tame to look upon the one tl had adopted as something standing between me and what was my inallenable right as a woman | and a mother? What If T never look- ed upon the face of the child whom | T had pledged not only myself but | posterity to love and care for, with- out wishing that {n its place was one that was in reaiity my own? What | 1t T could never get over a that between the babe in my arms | and myselt there w of the | blood, no ties of the flesh?” I tried to talk her Leslie. T tried to make foollsh {t was and you had adopted knevw. “Are you ked golemnly, “that Ma does not now th adopted him? Does she T very differently towa son than ehe does t which is nons of her of her flesh?" was s no call out of this, her e 1toh Ja teel sorry 1 answere teeling tow at 1|° and it there ween them 1ght he was m devoted to than to Sydney." Ti Les! vou is any be. perhaps Jack differenc she tho little 1 told friends wished you would have roing not have mothe vhen yo 50 you 14 your wer 10 have to love 1 be for you proba very was yours st Which, of own ct differe alent opin and he your ow ion of your you wera very child was a t alw 1 you did not tween t it possible ter tha had b friends to me ad that you 1 little Ja n you did n with y eyelids of the ears ran down 1pon his unco ace. There w bhaby in s a | k upon her coun not fathom ft. I ) that feeling that | that nost tenance. I went back agair seen h Pa nething I ice, Ine COLOR Snow White CUT-QUTS = A BOASTIUL MILLER | BAKERS VANILIA Don't msk for o b anilla—all for Daker HOO © 1925 by NEA SERVICE INC, == BEGIN HERE TODAY Barbara Hawley, 25, breaks with | her fiance, Bruco Reynolds, and | gets a foh on the New Britain Tele- graph, in order to sec life. Andrew MeDermott, the managing editor, is a former frieni of her father. She makes friends with Bob Jef- tries, police reporter, and with Sinbad Sullivan, a free lance press agent, sometimes sober, yara gets & letter signed “Violetta fn the lovelorn mail, asking how to attract a young man | soc'nlly superior to the writer. “You look like a princess of the blood royal, Mies Hawley,” amend- ed Binbad, with digni He | mpotlessly groomed and extremely | solemn, with a cavalier on elther arm. Bhe i the center of the racer's ono seat “Good evening, Miss Hawley", I'rom the tone no one would have sus- pected that the two women worked | side by side every day. “Plle in,” cried Bob, and pro- ceeded to direct the loading, It end- s for help at sea { an em Has Melody Electrified partic Back Checked Rigid vith sailors to a region ens to admissions 1 songs Prepo: Bacl Born More Rodent 4 A suct S v— = recent vong a fork on motor the army reserve camp. NOow he's a man about town and I'm—well, just Sinbad Sullivan asks Barbara to ed with Barbara and Miss Badger a newspaper dinner at the Light-. squeezed in side by side and Sin- { house Inn. | bad on the running board. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | Flurries of snow hegan to fall as CHAPTER XIII | they raced along Farmington Ave. yellow taffeta dress lay on | Barbr | her throat, | light The bed Mrs, Hawley was powdering Bar- ! bara's shoulders, while Barbara wielied the nail buffer, when Bob's | ragged cloud raucous horn sounded out in front,| Thi | followed shortly by steps on the|to find several other fa | trap cars standing in you tell 'em I'l be there in | way. a minute gasped Barbara Guess the gang's here” cried de- that and glanced with the watery moon at iar rattle- the drive- Wil [Your Healt f0lds of the yellow dress,| Bob, swinging cut te help the . was elipping over her | ladies alight. “Dinner will not be served until seven forty-five,” sald Miss Badger | 7t was the first remark she had uttered. Sinbad nssisted Barbara up the steps with punctilious care. As the: i § from of efiort are those which | wyioh ¢ a concentrated call Upon a | y.ag oup of muscles. Ex-| g sort require train ng amoun ined ma 1 'y ) Sinbad and about the newel post n Barba Teadended (ha You look | 1 a affy- Babs,"” | ited Bot Bob were wh L drapel nd an a ation. The untr ste How to Keep 1t— ) of Illness given ta HUGH & CIMA 1 the trained Gener e < and yet fail expert who task much apparentiy same with e usually for the cficial 1 vigor produce build ne| trated exer- Why Some Tolk Objected [a pity that it was to be destroved. j But he didn't feel as badly about it | as Jumper did. He knew that in time there might be water lilies nd this would mean many a other ple, too east. 8o Lie might have feit a 0id Mother Nature, | worse than he did vou than —— | Yowler th ) Cat objected be hundred-yard Paddy | cause he objccts to anything new. Your muscles. ; ! Then, too, this particnlar svamp had Your e |long been a favorite hunting ground the of his and didn't like th are losing it. No. he didn't like dea a hit. He didn't hesitate to say so0. He at Paddy as the lat ter worked ju vond his reach and told him that he had no rig to build that dam. Paddy grinned at him. “Do ¥ own this swamp?” he asked politely own this swamp, but ron W. Burgess wh Ry Tho Remember that whate'er vou do nnless vou are daily the Beaver 15 a singl planned that ne pond it woula » thought for any | it and family. And if any him he Luilding m and the making of that { pond concerned he would { most indignantly have denied it. He | would 1 sald that it was whol Henas for the Family and that was al > big 1 vou are or sir m we to remem snarie should 1 the ad- you ther L snarled Yowler s gald I own it 1 don't cla wasn't true. Peter Rab- | aw that pond water spreading ough the er that } part of that | water time. There | well nning through | Me that water. . in place of this swanmp much the better for me. If you don't like it is for you to etap ft. | ting around snarling at me so un. | pleasantly isn't going to stop i1.” Yowler had fit of b | temper then that he nearly chokedl ind | He dug his claws, his sharp crucl casier t G I . Into a log ai and 1 a dy. “You'll never fin t mu | dam!” he screamed. “Youwll nover es f finish this dam!" But Paddy only grinned, and final- |iy Yowler went away spitting and | snarling and making all sorts of dreadful threats of what he would Go to Paddy and Mrs. Paddy and the young beavers, seems a put out, eaid Paddy to Mrs. Paddy | “We will have to watch for him ply than ever. It wil be r the than a jump or two from the er. He will try to get them first, Ha knew atter | for he knows they are ose trees and bushes|in his ways as we are i be drowned. He|dam needs to be strer € appen before in the | over here vhere Paddy's old pond now |me a few sticks. I will put them in Longbill th iwnc! 1 am not at all sure th s. Longbill would ‘ Yowi \ new nesting place | want th was with some “c\ ! Paddy. All T claim |and to live the Sy have plenty ; as you know 1 So 1 am bullding a dam to give If the water makes such a Browned Rice little “Do you own this swamp?” he asked politely from pep- eadlb a large | a Add r and ri un I think this hened righ m to run any risk what. So it young beavers they of 1 that 0 the | sticks which ing of sadness ~d that pond grow was not the only one| rhe very edg water, and Pad His cousin, Jumper the| dy placed them carefully in the dam used that swamp & great | all the time keeping eves and ea d boen a very fine| and nose at work to give him warn to fool enemies on his| ing should Yowler try to creep bach so easy [ «nd surprise | (Copyrignt always had| The next story: at swamp. It seemed to him | Buster Bear." J him 1925 by T. W. Burgess) “Yowler Visi s, ttoot the Deer was | | Barbara ran down the front steps |found Mlss Badger sitting stiffly in | ¢ drew up at the Lighthouse, | lot | sit- | children to never go not as wise s gona far and wa don't|he sald, smoothly brought haven't ut from alders on But Jerome was leading Barbara out passed {nto the recoption hall, Bob drew Barbara aside and wispered, “Sinbad's doing fine, isn't he? 1 | made him promisa to take the Badg- ler off for several dances, so I could dance with you. He Kkicked like a bay steer, but he said he'd do 1" A large table in the corner of the main dining-room was waiting for the newspaper party. A great bas- kot of golden chrysanthemums stood in the center of the table. “Just made for your yellow dres | Babe” cried Bob, snipping off a J “Miss Hawley.” said Biob Jefirics,Met me present Mr. Jerome Ball, Jerome and T nsed to be side-kicks in look at me.” |bud and handing it to her.” | Miss Badger sniffed. "Yellow ! all right in flowers,” ehe said, “but lit's very hard to weal | Barbara made a face behind Mies a drew her cpat cloker about Badger's back. Bob laughed back!: slightly amid the candlesticks lat her, | “This is the first time you have asked Sinbad, still with his unaeccustomed gravity, He Ilooked to Barbara like a pugilist turned elergyman. | "Yes" ehe smiled, “and T think |it's gorg: | “Oh, very well,” Sinbad was al- | most patronizing. “But they are not | 80 careful as they ought to be. Once a place ! gets to running | down, there’s no stopping it. T | fear this management would wink at thing, for a ten dollar bill. i . it's the tradition to have | the fall newspaper party here, and | T think we'll have a good time." Barbara was seated between Bob and Sinbad. She watched the antics the men and listened to the smart eynicisms of the women, try- ing to realize that this was the sort ) thing she had always longed to he & part of—a gay, irresponsible world, in the center of knowing, all-ridiculing. | "Why so serious, little daffedil | shouted Byers, the dramatic critic, | emboldened hevond his natural tim- |idity, by the lights and flowers and the faces of many friends. “What do you say of Bohemia? Do you ap- | prove, or )(m“ blow of our wand?" “It's wonderful!” Barbara's eyes were shining in the candle light | Bob looked at her with smiling, | half-shut eyes. Miss Badger sneered. | Course followed course, and the |talk grew sfill brighter and still [ more eynical. Only Sinbad Sullivan | maintained a dignified reserve. From time to time, Barbara glanced at him wondering When the salc away, he asked her to dance with him, and she was surprised to find | how sure and graceful his daneing ops were, They eame back to the table, to | find Bob and Miss Badger just ris- ing. ‘May 1 [ Miss Hawle have this dance, Miss Badger?" Sinbad bowed a Court of James bow. “Well, he did stick to his bargaln, | didn’t be?” commented settled into his chair besids Bar- bara, and watched Sinbad lead the soclety editor aws “Where did he get these man- ners?” asked Barbara. "I can hard- {Iv believe he's the same big burly Sinbad that comes into our office recking with bad whiskey some- | times.” | “He's on his best behavior, that's St fairly screeched | 531 T¢'s in honor of you, When I| this | t51d him he'd have to be sober to-y }mghv for your sake, I thought he | was going to knock me down. He's | pretty hard hit I think.” | ™ “Hello, Bob Jeftries,” satd a voice {fust behind them. Barbara looked |up, to find a handsome man of about 35 bending over the table and | reaching out for Bobis hand. | “Greetings, Jerome,” replied Bob, | rising to meet the handshake. “Miss | Hawley let me present Mr. Jerome | Ball, Jerome and T used to be side- | kicks in the army reserve camp. | But now he's a man about town | and ‘I'm—well, just look at mel" | Jerome Ball was staring at Bar- t | bara with a smile playing about his| Have the children bring | lips. Barbara felt unaccountably ill at ease. “How do you do, Miss Hawley?" Do you suppose | Bob will 1et me have this dance | “Say there,” exclaimed Bob, 1 had a dance myself yet." - on the dance floor with oniy a mock- , Ing glance over his shoulder for Bob - When Barbara and Jerome whirled k past table next, she saw Sin- bad Sullivan sitting moodily by himself, slouched in his chair. “I really ought to go back to my partner, Mr, Ball,"” she sald, as the the things, all- had been taken | Rob as he| SIER musle stopped. “He's looking ik a bear with a sore paw. I have dan ed with him only once tonight." “Nonsense," replied Jerome, mas terfully, smiling his winning smil “That's what he gets for Lringing the loveliest lady in the party.” Barbara smiled hock. “All right.” £he sald, “I'll dance one more with you “You're like thistiedown on ti tloor, you know,” Jerome agiln smiled caressingly, and tightened his arm about her walist, Barbarn blughed “And may I ask later, “what you are | newspuper par “Why, I'm o of course. Burbara's voice proud. “I'm a reperter for the graph. That's where T met Bob “A reporter?” The surpr Jerome's volce was not to be ed < “Yes," sald Barbara. “Why not " “Well, why not?"” laughed Jerom: “Come on over to the window, W don't want to talk about busin do we?” A sheet of snow was shutting o the outside world. It beat against the leaded window panes and pile! on the ledge outside. The night wa a glimmer of lighted shadow “Like a setting for a play it?" commented Rarbara, against the pane. A noise at the other end of th room made them bhoth turn around. Others were turning in the same di- rection. Barbara turned white, and caught at Jerome's arm. Sinbad Sullivan wa clambering upon the ‘table, among the glasses and candlesticks. Somewhere a woman laughed hy- sterically, Then silence fell. Sinbad began to sing. His clear tenor voice rang out across th room, where table after table turned to watch him. “La donna e mohile,” “Qual plume al vento.” “Why, Rigoletto,” said the hy- sterical woman who had laughed be- tore. 1t was Rigoletto. Having finishel “La Donna,” Sinbad went back to the beginning and sang the duke's score from first to Between number: ghter and applause interrupted, but not for |long, The singer stood swaying one | toot plantad upon a vellow ehrysan- themum that hal fallen out of the inquired Jerom dofng In the paper woman in miss he sang. | 1at | peered ont now and then between |heen to the Lighthouse, isn't it, | bagket. And he sang soulfully, tri- “mnphflml gearching the room with I his ey | Atlast he saw Barbara, and mals | her a courtiy bow. “It's all for vou. {littls daffodil,” he satd, in tones that were audible from one wall to th other. The erowd turncd ani saw Bar bara's flushed face. A roar of laugh- ter went up. Barbara wheeled about ani stood transfixed. There in an alcove, at a table with unother man | | i 11 we strike it out with | ! and a wom | He was look | Somewher corel” . went up the ery “Give us ‘Woman is again!” shouled a ma wag a £r clapping Sinbad gave a silly and opened his mouth “La donna & mobile { Barbara tore away and rushed toward which Sinbad stood. Aldiy about for Boh. “Muta - |t singing went on | Then it stopped From somewhere in the buildin there came the sound of a shot-—- mutfled, (To Be Continued ) They Match Changeab! wd ther nds. grin, bow from the ta Jerom | She looked The erazy Eqk%% RN ,:,1:‘7' ,(‘ e SV DRI x A pleasing combination is here in- |troduced. The banding of red and | white checked wool used to outline the cape sleeves of the tan wool coat |18 repeated on the tan wool hat Such an outfit is particularly appro- priate for the college girl or for gen- eral sport wear,