New Britain Herald Newspaper, December 12, 1925, Page 4

A Wife's Confesslonal Adcle Garrison's s New Phase of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE Laoaisoesioiaatsaitataasesaisatiiass The “Velled Woman” 1s Introduced In Madge's Story The reason for the little rector's disinclinat to tell us about furnished h @ next do was plain to mo when I went to the veranda railing where he and Li lian were g It was the only house between the rectory and the densely wooded hills, back the winding street. Empty, {t insured the h was the ] sen nt menace of That 1t Hug during would atay: mean s the s to our mprehended the w lay behind the old casual inquiry orefinger indicated which he had sald was only one available in the vilag “How lon fn Tyndan?" “Not over two weeks at the I replied. “Probably 1nderwood {s anxious to get her work, and W nk a few of absolute rest and quiet up he this alr will do wonders for her expect 1o be absolute hermits once we have secured the place and put in a stock of provisions. people up here inclined to be inquisitive but—let us say clable?” The rector's worrled face broke into a smile. “I do not think you need to change your first word,” he sald. Miss Abble Ames will be down to fnspect you before you get your luggage unpacked. But if you are firm in as- serting that you wish to be left alone, sha,wijl spread that new: as she would any othe “With the r suppose,” IAlllan interposed, “that the towns- people will consider us up stage in- terlopers?” “Does it matter, Lilllan"” T asked, “ay long as we secure the quiet we want?" which rector’ apparently pointin; house most,"” not— 50~ “I Must Be Adamant” The little rector eagerly seconded my comment. I was sure that his chief objection to tenants in the house next door lay in the prospect Ils from curlous villagers and ned my convictifon. the opinfon of the concern you, if to he here a few And T must warn cordial and overrun with callers, up Lere, very and friendly."” Ordinarily 1'd love to know them all,” I said, this time I must be adamant.” The little rector beamed his ap- “I am villagers need not you are only zoin days,” he said you that it you receptive, sure are dear people “but of innermost private let (An intin emotions ters.) LETTER FROM MRS, MARY AL- DEN PRESCOTT TO LESLIE PRESCOTT—CONTINUED “Yes," answered Jackie, when Miss DPerfer inquiged if he loved his mother very much, “I love her more anybody in dis whol c 1 would die if she did not come “Don't you love your dadd quired Miss Perier “but he's a man. And then I heard Miss Perier say In a whisper: “I'm afraid, come when vou A man woman.’ T mar Jackle, the time wiil 1 nd. tand that o loving than a in wi the ihr sald to his own | Save you the bother of golng else- | | possible do you expect to stay Mrs. | k to | We | e the | as quickly | 11 $essitstateiatiens proval, will be wise, T am sure,” “And as it happens, 1 can where to make your arrangements, The woman who owns it is a parish- foner of mine, and she asked me to keep the keys for her and rent it it anyone sultablo came along. It is | all ready for occupancy with water nd eclectricity turned on. But you will have to cook with elther a wood stove or an ol stove.” Our cook s used to elther," 1 It she T Toesn't Lillian set her vell interposed, with a ha | puzzled old re and I s tor looked politely eized the opportunity planation of how's disquise which the had outlined. Madge Tells a Fib “Our cook has not be -‘n Just—her- If—mentall since the suddc n death of her husband a year ago," 1 sald, entering myself for member. hip in the Ananias club as I spoke. She is perfectly harmless and does b work as well as ever, but she fuses to take oft her mourning garb at all, doing all her work in a long crepe veil Naturally, of course, we keep her in the kitchen, and never permit her to answer the door. But she is an invaluable work- and devoted to us, so we put up with her vagaries. “You are wi the old clergyman sald, his cherubic face dlight, with interest my curious tale, which he evidently had accepted without a question. “Servants are exceed- ingly hard to get. I had a char- woman who came a few hours each day and attended to my simple wants, but I had to dismiss her a tew weeks ago and since then T have —fended for myself. It is pretty poor housekeeping — a bachelor's —but I manage.” I cast an involuntary glance around. Everything was in perfect order, with no cobwebs or dust to tell of careless housekeeping. T knew that army men could turn their hands to everything.and gues: ed that Hugh Grantland, when his advent had compelled the little rec- tor to dismiss his servant had taken over the houschold burdens and made piay of them. But when the rector had produced the keys and Lillian and 1 were on our way to inspect the house next door, the insistent query still beat upon my brain: Why was Hugh Grantland, wmil- tonaire. brilliant man of affairs, hid- den in this country rectory with a cloud over his name, and—judging from the wild letter he had sent me —a more serious shadow over his | Intellect? | Chinese | my mover will come home den wants to sce her very much, G na Prescott is a very cross woman. does not love Jackie at all. She | 1oves Buddy and she kisses him, but sha never kisses me. 1 don't care doe because s an awful woman. $he’s cross to Hannoh to my mover and to little Jack 1 am telling you this, Leslie, exactly as 1 heard that child | Isn't it terrible #hat he has | prejudiced against me? 1 know annah must have drawn h fact that T never | le to pay as much attention {to him, & child of unknown parents that you adopted, as to my own hild, for ould never have realized it. 1 soon as vou return, you reprimand Hannah _soundly A woman who will poison of a little child has no hild in her She 5| S8 and just y it been 60 tten- tion to the n hink should for e mind Perler, Instead of saying to that he must be mistak ip closar in her arms and | )cked him to and fro, say- ¢ darling, my darling, have cady begun to note the dif- ight, 1 A Service, Ine.) | from Mrs. Ma 1o Leslio: Prescott = COLOR CUT-OUTS iltsken L Rump-! THE QVEEN REJOICK is the last chapter of 1m- It you have saved all s this week you now to color and tons.) ated Editor mship company wil mately $16,000 year pand en Florida ar H. H. Rayr president of the punced here last night, com on | that | have | irely a baby of his " FRII TR FMB DAY, DECE I"I. 4, 1 SATURDAY, DECEMB D) 4 wi. | BEGIN HERE TODAY TARBARA HAWLEY, 25, breaks tiance, BRU REY. , and gets a job on the New in Telegraph, in order to sec ANDREW McDERMOTT, th < editor, is a former friend \er, BOB JEFFRIES, reporter, proves friendly. Barbara attends a newspaper din- ner at the Lighthouse Inn with INBAD SULLIVAN, a pri Ihere she meetd JEROME BALL, a about town. Ihe sound of a shot comes fram an inner room in the roadhousc. NORMAN HOLLOWELL, a pro- minent broker, is found dead in th | room. A suicide note is found in 1 | vocket. A doctor calls it a cle se of suicide, but Barbara finds a voman's scarf under the table and | 4e1s a “scoop” on the story She fs sent to interview MRS One look at No, shows you what you are uy in this crossword puz Horizontal Portlon of the vapor 58 oot Heavenly bodies Low tide Challenges Dortion of a 3 Stairs on both sides of Tots Graduated ser Treland Cover 7o brirg iegal proz: Cc; 1tion a fes of tones Leat div A rude house Contemplation Because Drunkard Sea eagle To hasten To circle Concise Matching d Garret Joine: Kills Jmmediately Prophet Joining of ten Transferred d Runs out Vertical decivative | | | s property Chemical of gallol. Placed in Net weight o Recedes Yellow matter Ldges To err Digits of the Growing out a warchon container foot fenec LYDIA STACY, a prominent socicty [woman, on a real estate project v Bruce's firm. While there Mrs. Stacy's mald re- cals having sent a dress 1o the aers to have a wine stain remo {ed. Barbara connects the wine-stain- \ ,,; Aress with the roadhouse shooting ’ Hollowell. in cards (pl.) 1 group which 8he seals the tell-tale scarf in an nvelope and hides it in her desk. I'hat night she has dinner with Jerome Ball, who attempts to nrake love to her. She rebuffs his advances. Ihe next day McDermott one is obliged to which she wants Barbara to attend NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER XVIIT | Barbara closed the door of Me- | | Dermott's office and went baclk to | her desk. Someone had thrown a mass of lovelorn mail upon it. { She began to open the envelopes listlessly, tossing those which re Guired personal answers into one basket and the others into another. rriage for conveying At the bottom of the stack was & Them pink envelope which caught her eye ¢ ¢ at once. Word pictorial puzzle “More mall from the pink silk ki Tey rain | mono lady, Bob,” she cried. “Come Pine on over and sce whether the beer stains come out as per schedule.” Bob leaned over her chair. “Dear Winnifred,” the letter read, “Thanks so much for your advice in the paper. It sounded good and I tried it. But I don't know whether it has worked or not talking about the beer stains in my kimone now, the w to make my eye- It's the young gent s worrying me. “I fried being sympathetic, as you told me to. And he opened up and spilled his troubles to me. But for all you could tell, hie might have been talking to his grandmother or to a stone wall. “And when I saw I wasn't get- ting anywhere, 1 started to cry How to Keep It— Causes of Illness - Your Health || | (BY | | Surgeon Genera | DR. HUGH §, s, Tul Health Service Perhaps three-fifths of the of | approximat | but effective fron the teeth takes place b ng surfa one naterial | that is 1 The |1y to be ¢ floss ahout 1 | used. 1t should way use ecn each of t o k and fo faces to loosen ind r to ¢ th | particles and the surfaces by the toot should tate marg tnual ireit | canse a seve soft tissues | gum margins | 1eaving a pocket | the tooth easlly lodged ter us rhaps pre lily | care in of tion of in to e around t “.' more Lime m\\ N wa as a mont} ent decay UMMING) ic and he was real nice. Called inder these most favorable me 'Poor kid’ and promised to it is possibie for germs | However, onsl po- | agent. | tells her | ‘hat Mrs. Stacy is to give a reception | ER 12, 1925 © 1925 by NEA SERVICE INC, === take me out. Thought 1 needed more fresh alr. But ob, Winni- | It ain't fresh alr I need. It's love." | The slgnature “Why doc “Violetta e call her | ‘Baby Blue Eyes' or “Trixie?" " said | Tob. “I thought those _ were the two favorite nom de plimes for la- idies who wear beer-stained kimo- nos." | “Apparently this lady has a soul for romance,” replicd Barbara ‘She's probably read some paper- | backed shocker with herolne ramed Violctta, But look, here's & { postscript. |~ In the inside corner of the folder | of note paper Violetta had written, “when a gent takes a lady to River- sdo Park to dance, should sho [ dance with any | might ask her? “Oh, dear, what a complex matter | this is getting to be sighed Bar- Lara. "I feel a great responsibility on my shoulders. She has turned cver her lite problems to me, from a beer-stalned wrapper to a man hunt.” “Well, do your hest for her, Babs —vour best is pretty good.” Barbara had turned the er over, “The stalns did come out, but R eitar et et tent sald the sccond postseript. “What | should T wear if the gent takes me | to a show in town?" | Darbara shook her head, “That reminds me, Bob. a disgusting aselgnment. McDer- { mott has asked me to go to the | reception that Mrs. Stacy is giving | Saturday night for some forcign was smiling. architect who's going to address the | One of those silk-hat And 1 but that Civitas Club. | and Dlack-sequin affairs. | haven't anything to w ’ old taffeta dress I've had two years She pulled a check hook out of the | top drawer. “Gee, I'd like o go out and et a new one, but there's no use think- ing about that.” She put the cheek book back in the drawer. Aw, don't worry ahout tha sabs. There won't be anybody ther: that means anything to you. a lot of stiffs looking for some way to entarge New Britain and their own bank accounts, What do you care what dress you have on? 3osh, you ought to see the ten- penny soup and fish T wear to those Ylowouts. The fails stand out like an angry rooster’s, and the pan are about three shades blacker than | the cat. But do I worry? I'll say 11 don't. “I just run right along to the party and eat a free feed, and glare | haughtily at the crowd and try {o | sleep while the speaker speaks. | " “And when I want to be particu- larly haughty, I don't even shave. | Then everybody thinks it's because | 'm one of those delightfully erratic | newspaper chaps—or maybe a siuc- | cesstul poet. There's never a waiter about the place that ism't better dressed than I am. “So run along in your old taffeta r the Wood stream and pr iz th. Man yof ctions can be t ed teot 1y on the tecth, This from the substance. 1t have “tar- > im cly to your him remove the de- your teeth a thoroug | The unclean resulting coramon it your den- % x months un- i A deposit hony t your tecth redia Paddy Fools Buster Bear By Thornton W. Burgess. Patience walts; it won't give in, And in the end is sure 1o win ~Paddy the Beaver. u‘“ "‘hmou"hb'eds Paddy the Beaver had remalned tter Than Cow Ponies | bening at the new dam while the (M— | ired .young beavers followed their mother home for a much-needed Paddy knew that if he went me he wouldn't be able to rest. ffe wonld worry about that dam. It was all right now, but it had been all right when they had left it be. western held re- and Col- d in Peggy, an i steed of the ment comir race in better -pony in th ult field 1 a score of cd and bS m castern I point, condi i i $25,000 Is Left | farvard Fellows shlpil of Fund of For to Harvard hips Douglas A bes llege to vided of ab- in the | Flattery of Bos- | ter Mr. November The next stor ¢ Four Logger: fore. Buster Bear had torn two holes in it and theer was no knowing but wouid return and do the same thing again. Paddy wanted to be on| the will and if anything llke that should in trust for | happen So after inspecting the dam for its | wh up earch fel- After b sts nd a | water, due of the ' go ) encourage at Harvard, irned root partly covered with and here he found a very d place to rest where he could sce all over that growing pond, not be likely to be seen himself. There he made himself comfortable 1 prepared to doze and watch be- [ tween naps. ow, you know that Buster Bear .t or day. He wanders about when he fells like it. So though it en in the night that he had cse holes fn the dam, he was bad long after jolly, round, . Sun had begun his dail in the blue, blue sky. He rgotten the mischief he until* chance led him At Last—Something Eifectsre for Wrinkles! 1 quite ad wrought Hav- do, he le1 him of that dam. ng of importan to have a look, had discovered ne to that dam W Puster came to the edge of new pond he was surprised. He opped and looked at it as if he didn't quite believe that that was ce to tided 1dy what had | yet | particular whether it be | hat swamp. The sight of | real water he was looking af. “Huh!" he growled, and started started along the edge. Presently he came to the dam. That pond, |if not as big as it had been befor | he tore open the dam, still was good-sized pond, much it should be with thoss two holes in the dam. He shuffled to the first one, or where the first one had | been, It wasn't there now. It had been neatly filled in. “Huh!" grunt- | ed Buster, and went on to the mid- dle of the dam where he had torn the larger hole. It, too, was no long- er there. Buster sniffed all about, | |and he smeMled beaver. “So |it!” ne muttefed. | here and fixed these holes, Well, it | he thinks he can get the best | Buster Bear fn that way I'll I nim.” fool other guys that 1 have| Just | bigger than | | | Barbara spread the yellow dress out in front of her gesture, and act like Lady Vere de| Nohody'll know th r- | en Barbara frowne viewpoin 1 1 . Bob, pure woman can run along in an and act like Lady Verc Neither can she LOOK li Vere de Vere, It does make enee, and I'd rather be shot flmx in my old yellow dress. However, I'm finding that I'd rather be shot | than do many things I have to go| ahead and do, these days.” She rose and shrugs ers. “Oh, well, I guess the only to do is to make up my mind I don't care what anybody 1l Do vou suppose all the real estats men in town will be ; YAl the big ones miss my fuess, ple will be out in full forc to catch on the coattails of this pub- lie intc in enlightened ture, in order to put their project | over. | Barbara sighed. “Well, I'd lik« have a dres would make thing | tha there —and unless the Vale Acrc ‘ \ .| trving | hit to that ‘em {all sit up and notiee | working furiously at that's | pointment. “Paddy has been | tonight.” o“ eyes out, no matter what you| rbara smiled gratefully at him, “ v Saturday noon found Barbara caught in a maclstrom of work. S sat at her desk through lunch her last bit o copy. When the edition went off at two. thirty, she closed her desk and pic ed up her hat. She was about to run for the vator when the city editor called 1 “Sorry, Miss Hawley, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to take phonc | dletation this afternbon. There's much for Jimmy to do that I ca keep him on the wire for t ball repo “You'll o'clock. 5 Wells up at he the usual cerful Barbara sald nothing. “I hope you had no other plans,” he ventured “Nothing but a beauty parlor ap- | The Stacy rcception be through expee acqui is | | Wells smiled. “Oh well, that's all}] right then. You can get just as good a story tonight without a hair cwlf as with it.” He turned to his head Buster began to tear at the dam| ooy reader and began to talk o | and presently had a hole which the water began to pour. He was $0 intent on what he was doing|yim and stood stil fhat he didn’t see a brown form slip \about to speak. trom an upturned root out in the through | comething else. | pond only a short distance away and | live into the water, headed straight | for that dam. Buster tore a holc big enough to let the water rush through in a big stream. Then he sat | down a ehort distance away to watch |it. Presently it seemed to him that there was less water than there had been. Tt grew less and less. Presently | there was little more than a trickle. Could it be that all the water above the dam had run out in 8o short a | time? He straightened up and look- ed above the dam. There was a pond | of gooa size there. | Buster shuffled over to the hole he | cover the party for Mr. Wells, per 1t was partly filled with | had made. | sticks and brush and rubbis®. Buster ter gushed through. But |the same thing happened hole was filled in. filling it in as fast as he tore it dut | That somé one was Paddy the | Beaver. Paddy, working partly un- der water on the upper slde of the | dam, kept filling in that hole. But he couldn't be seen by Buster Bear | below the dam. | A third time Buster tore it open and a third time Paddy filled it in | Then Buster, instead of growing angry, began to laugh, for Buster naturally is good natured and has sense of humor. He saw the joke on | himself and it tickled him. All right, Paddy,” he growled om below the dam. “All right, you You have more patience ‘than Besides, I don't really care presently and the | win. |1 have |1 you have a pond here. Have it if| to see if you want it for all T care.” “Thank you; | Paddy as he patted a sod in pla Some day you will like tuis swim in. It is going to be a very nice { pond.” | (Copyright, 1925, by T. W. Burgess) Some oneé was| Buster Bear,” said | h Paddy swam to a great | tore It out again, and again the wa- | tions and so forth f | Barbara threw an angry glance at | 1, her lips parted, | But she {urned away without a word and took o her hat and coat. In five minutes she was in the dictation booth, with the head phones over her ears. (348 Miss Badger approached Barbara somewhat diffidently as she was pre- paring to leave at five o'clock. “Oh, Miss Hawley,” she said, in preternaturally business-like voice, | “will you please get some material | for me at the reception tonight? Mrs. Stacy asked me to come too, | tut you know those affairs become | a bore, mfter a fime. “I thought at since you are to, haps you would not mind getting a | few details of the dresses, decora- r the er important soclety partment. It's a ra event in the soclal world I8 Yes, | what | Barbara answered promptly. indeed, Miss Badger, I'll g I can for you. “1 suppose Mrs, Stacy will wear cne of those Paris creations she spring on New Britain ]\1'" after she got back from Europe,” sald Miss adger. “Madame Fioret tells me e has made new gowns for alm cvery woman in town who h: lucky enough to get one of L: invitations.” “I think she means to wear a red canton crepe gown,'vreplied Barbara. “Her maid said something about it when I was out there a few days 2go.” Barbara brows knitted. wear It after all” Her eyes strayed 10 the bott drawer in her desk ‘Anyhow, I'll get the dope for you.| Miss Badger.” She rried out of the office Now aren't you ashamed of your o1t 2" said Bob Jeffries, lounging up 10 the society desk from the corner| 1ddenly, she won't stopped s perhaps | | bara, { Rer hee! ‘Never mind, old kid, you'll knoclk | | their ! | lemon, | siices and sprinkl SPINSTERIOOD: with a hopeless lstening vou've hated But nice and con His eyes wer in which “Just {hin and ho modafing she i had been “Acrommodating!” h socicty edi “It's commodation to me snapped no personal ned on oand walk “And what is it you're Bob called after her. . ed the door of Jim the llow dress of ad it put in front Then n o paid for 5 hanger. of her wi she laid it comb her 1} “Why, Babs’ cried her mothes coming in a little Jater, “why didn't you get that marcel you were talk- ing ahout? Isn't this the night of the bed and bega Yos, it 15" answered Barbara quietly, “hut Mr. Wells said T could Yoport just as well unmarcelled as marcelled I took football reports 11 afternoon.” W a shame,” sald her mother. t you'll look nice, anyhow." No, T shan’t; replicd Barbara I'm tired ss and my dress is two yea 1l to n ke mat- or8 2 5 . 0. c-—Druce will there.” Mrs. Hawley opened startled eyes. Just then the door bell Bar- istencd the last snap on her dress and ran down the stairs. *T uess that's my taxi,”” she called ack to r mother Barbara opened Tefgpies walked in by phone, ser Fara the ioor. ol “Couldn’t get you he said, “McDer to escort you fo you might fec! Ba out honght mott véaring the “tenpenn Sreakf Stewed prunes with cercal, top milk, crisp toas troiled bacon, creamed potatoes niilk, coffee. Luncheon toasted crac] — Bisque of oysters ers, celery sandwiche bread pudding, milk Dinner - tomato sau Bre: e, bake ach ed veal cutiet 4 sweet potatoes moulded sp beet and cabbage salad, canned peaches, applesauce bread, milk, coffee. Use whole wheat or graham bread or the luncheon sandwiches, Cut crisped and dried celery into thin generously over Spread with a well rye ttered bread, | seasoned cooked dressing or mayon with a thin sl d bread and serve at once. Thes sandwiches are piquant enough 1 pep up” the soup and pudding bu are also mild enough not to con pletely overshadow their flavors. * Bisque of ‘Oysters One pint oysters 2 tablespoon er, 2 tablespoons flour, 3 cup; milk, spoon salt, 1-8 teaspoor 1-4 cup whipping cream e of but 1 pepper | paprika. Clean oysters. Add enough water er liquor to make one ok oysters in this liquor uniil curl. Drain and chop ver re or pound to a pulp. Melt butter, stir in flour and slowly add milk tirring constant Beason with salt and pepper and add osters and uor. Bring to the bolling polnt and then cook over hot water for minutes. Whip cream until stift 1 fold into soup just before serv- Serve sprinkled with paprika ll\t whipped ‘rmm is not neces- sary but it adds to the richness of e soup and lightens and improves the quality of the soup. to cup. € cdges Overcome by Sorrow, Woman Tries Suicide City, N. J., Dec. 12 ®— ma Drcher, 22, today drank poison with suicidal intent, police reported. She was found uncon- scious in her home. Police said that the young woman, who is a patient in City hospita), t two her three children in the t two years, that her husbang | deserted her and that she was in | poor health.