New Britain Herald Newspaper, December 31, 1925, Page 4

CROSSWOLD PUZZLE | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, D L e ] A Wife’s Confessional Adcle Garrison's New Phase of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE by NEA SERVICE INC. BEGIN HERE TODAY 1king with her flance, BRUCE OLDS, because he opposes her ambitlon for a career, BARBARA HAWLEY, a talented girl of 26, s a Job on l(he New Britain Tele h thought you might have heard about |emu-r." sho cried. it. T didn't mean to offend you, I'm [you both all right. sure.! The society editor's retreat| voh, but IUs lucky 1 came home| “Fancy!™ cried was dignified. {carly, If T hadn't, 1'd never have |grasped her. Barbara plunged into the day's known." The force ‘ of the encounter took | work, attempting not to think of | ghe stood by the table, motionless, | Fancy's breath for an instant, 'f | Fancy or Jerome or of Violetta or {Her velvet hat was tilted over one she struggled fiercely to free he man about | Bruce, That afternoon her lovelorn |cye, S A own, Introduced to Darbara by |column contained the last letter | "oy . o W P o . Tw of i ? i BOB JEFFRIES, police reporter |trom Violetta, with Winnifred's ad- m)lf" P A oLt i o ")‘Alvlyn“ll;ul";:'?;“w‘"” i akes her to a newspaper dinner at| dress to this effect: I diculous, You'd [erled, “Don't muuh‘lun"' 5 1 \wllu)mu_ While there she covers “You should stand by your better think before you speak, after | During the momcnt of sty story of the sulclde of a pro-| husband and try to help him [this. Your manners and your [the train pulled away. Fancy slum- minent local man in u private din- | weather his business troubles, (words are {nsulting." jed in Barbara's arms, “\Vhy did yuu ing room. She picks up a red scart | | 4 “1 see through [and her bobbed with every step. hair tossed - high Tillian and Madge Ally As I saw the serpentine ring upon Fanny Powel's hand—for 1 no longer doubted that the third figure | in the costly limousine was the walf Lilllan and rescued—my fingers clos- ed convulsively upon Lillian's arm. “Steady!” she murmured warn- togly. “Yes, 1 saw it. The whole Kit| and bilin’ of ‘em in the pot together, | jest honin' for trouble, and I'm here about the road Barbara But remember if anybody comes inquiring for me, you don't know where I'm gone. Go in and tell the wife,” he waved his hand toward the house set back in yard, “right away, but nobody clse. Understand!” Find a Sturdy ( OME BALL, a | “Sure!" the man replled as his employer got out a rather baticred runabout. In another minute we were following close behind the garage man through a network of | to tell 'em they're going to git it.”| The contrast between the bur-| lesqued parody of her words and| the deadly grim earnestness of the whisper in which » volced them gave me a nervous impulse to gig- gle. But I caught it back and kept an impassive as she hurried me into the garage office where the owner waited, a grim smile upon his face, while his helper filled our car with gas, water and ofl, “Well!"” he said in a low volce as we came in. “I'll give the limousine three miles and the Chink five. He went first, o that will separate them far enough so they can't help | each other, or suspect anything until they meet and compare notes.” “What did you do?" Lillian asked. Then she caught back the question| as she noticed the peculiar expres-! #lon on the face of the garage man. | “No, don't tell me,” she said qmrk.“ ly. “But you've surely earned—" | He interrupted her as she took a Bill of moderately large denomina- tion trom her purse. | “I've earned nothing” he sald | sturdly. “It's a trick I wouldn't| turn for any money in the world. But when it's something for the Government. I'm bound to do any- | thing I can. Any decent citizen ought | to, without having his hand out for money." ‘I only wish there were ten mil- lion Mke you in this country,” Lil-| | Han sald fervently, then she added salling?” she asked, with an infec- | | tious little laugh. “Buck up, old girl, | “But here's a perfectly legitimate and send this car along like you | earn some extra|know what. T didn’t come out with- | money. We want to get to Tyndan as [ out a little friend with me"—she | in en entirely different tone— way for you to soon as possible, but we wantto de- streets that brought us out upon a country which I was sure I ed a one Lee Chow had us over that afternoon. 1 to Lilllan, s said, “but nev found it by ourselves.” 1 answered, and until the man up at the junc- road with the road ‘Yes," s could have “That of course,’ much we er we s no more ahead of us drew tion of the winding broad highway, You can't miss the road now," he sald. “You know where to turn off yndan?"’ . thank you so much,” I an- Stat sent back another his heartily uttered. “Good luck! hope the luck holds!” Lil- s llan muttered as we started down | the boulevard. “What do you mean?” startled. “That get the better of an Oriental save some other Oritental. Those boobs in the limousine — they won't savvy what's happened to them until this | time next week. But I wish I felt as sure that the Chink didn't meet and call that garage man's trick be- | fore he was fairly out of sight.” My heart descended rapldly to- ward my heels and Lillian, with her quick perceptions, knew it almost as soon as I did. “Would you want it all plain touched her bodlce significantly, T asked. | I never knew anybody to| 19 21 22 23 |24 26 27 29 30 3 33 34 36 38 39 10 41 tour so that we won't pass those in- | “and as the tall Oriental is alone, | teresting people who went out of Rere just now. What is it worth to you to lead the way in another car over such a road so that we will| lose no time?” | “Just my gas and time, he re- eponded promptly, then named al sum ridiculously small. But Lillian| 41d not hurt his self-respect by pro- | dan’t think we need be afraid of meeting him anywhere.” I tried to share her bravery, but I must confess that I failed mis- erably. A little later along the road. Lilllan, who, twisted around in her seat, was keeping a watch upon the | “Can 1t took road behind us, said quietly you go any faster, Madge 46 47 49 (34 53 testing the amount. She only paid all the courage I could muster to | him gravely. “Bill,” he called as he went| through the yard. “I'm going to take the car ahead of these ladies for a littla while. They're nervous steady my voice, as increasing th speed of the car, 1 spoke the sin- gle word—"Whyv?" Copyright, 1 Feature Service, by Newspaper Inc. LETTER FROM LISLIE COTT TO LITTLE MARQU care of THE SECRET DRAWER: rprised by a BOrgeous new something 1 had intended 1y for myself for a long while. ‘Oh, how wonderful!® 1 excialm Yes, here I am at last, dear lit- ed | tle Marquise. | “¥es” said Thomas. “Mr. Pres- | 1 am homte again, and oh, how | coit said T was to present it to you | good it seems! This place that was| with his love, and talking about the my father's and mother's and is now | children, Master John said to me mine! This place where my girlhood | vesterday that piobubly after you | was spent seems at last just full of | came home you would want him to happiness for me! learn chauffeuring, for, with this When I arrived early this morn- |new car, he knew you would ride ing Thomas was at the station to|with greater safety if he was at the meet me. His rugged Scotch face|wheel.” was covered with a smile which sel-| I looked up in surprise. Thomas dom one sees upon it. was not wont to joke, but it did not “Mr. Prescott told me to tell you, | seem possible that little Jack could 2Mum, that he had intended to drive |have sald just what he was telling down for you himself, but he slip- | me. ped on the hall floor last night and “I'm sure you're trying to make & broke the skin which had already | joke! That sounds awfully grown up, tormed over the barn on his leg and | Thomas. the doctor said he must not attempt | to drive a car today. Indeed, he made him go back to bed “Oh, I hope it's nothing serfous, T sald to our old chauffeur in alarm. “Oh, no, Mrs. Prescott. It is not | st all serlous, but the doctor wants Mrs. Prescott, Master John said all of it. Your oldest son, could not Sometimes really Mum, surely thinks you get along without him I think he is almost grown up al- read: “What did you say to him, | | |16 18 HORIZONTAL Perfect score Eon To decay To level To plerce Aperture Soft woolen Woolly surface To exist Night Anger Bone Preposition of p! 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Burgess to dig through it, but it was frozen so hard that he knew he would | simply wear his toe nails off for | nothing. How did it get there? That { was what puzzled Peter. Once in the belonglng to the dead man's un- nown woman companion, Bruce has jolned the real estate 1 of Manners, Stone and Rey- nolls, which later.coilapses due to he crookedness of Manners. Lydia dtacy, a rich widow, is attracted by Bruce, but when he treats her coldly he Informs ANDREW McDER- MOT ph, of the impending crash. jarbara is assigned to the story ind Bruce blames her for the pub- licity given the firm's collupse. ‘ Barbara carrics on a correspond- ¢ in the lovelorn column of the| aper with a factory girl numed “Violetta." Then she rea ot Bruce's marriage to VIOLETTA CRANBY, and realized she hus help- cd another girl win her former tlance. When Barbara's mother dles, she moves into a small apartment with FANCY McDERMOTT, duaughter of he managing editor, Fancy comes in after midnight to find Barbara waliting for her. NOW | | | CHAPTER XXXIV Fancy came in slowly and closed the door. She did not sce DBarbara until Barbara moved. Then a shadow of surprise and consternation cross- «d her face. She was walking across the room toward the bedroom when Darbara spoke. “lancy,” she said. | The girl stopped, but did not Jeok {around. “Fancy,” Barbara repeated. “What is it?" sald Fancy sullenly. “Where huve you been? “Out with a friend," { Fancy, beginning her march ward the bedroom again. “It's very late indeed, said ! bara gently. | | | snapped to Bar- | ', managing editor of the Tele- | ON WITH THE STORY | You don’t want him to think vou a gold-digger, do you? | “I am sure I cannot say whether all women can love second time as well as the first, 1 can only say that there arc many women who cannot. And there are many wome who never reaily love at al the clty desk. “I'd like to go home now, Mr. Wells. I have an important gement and my work is fin- ighed." Wells gave her a curt went on scratching copy. Barbara reached home shortly lafter five. She washed her face and hands and changed her dress. Then she sat down in the living room to wait, At five-thirty the doorbell rang !and she opened the door to Jerom: | Ball. He was looking particularly swag ger and good-humored. He lald astde his hat and cane with a lordly | gesture. “By jove, Dabs, this is | great to be here. 1 never thought you'd call up your old pal and invite him 'round.” Barbara detected a note of anxl | beneath the flippant words. wouldn't have, Jerome, Without good canuse." “Cange 7" Jerome lit a cigaret, and then with elaborate politeness offci- ed her one. She shook her head. “Yes, cause. Therc's no use play ing dead in this matter, Jerome. I know your game. In short, the sooner you stop running around with Fancy McDermott, better for both of you Jerome rafsed his eyebrows, the ‘1 Zat i 50" he ‘mocked. “And who was it said 8o | “What if it i8?" cricd vhirling avound to face her | 0ld enough to take care of | You needn't worry, Barbara.” “Taking carc of oneself isn't a| matter of ‘age, Fancy. I'm afraid| ! your father woulin't like this, dear.! He expects me at least to know | {where you are and whom you -rv‘i | with. | “Well, why don't you glve me a ! chance? I don't mind teiling you | where 1 was, We went out to din-! ner at the Lighthcuse and comin back we had a puncture blowout. That's all." { “Even so, you must have left the | Lighthouse rather late. It's not a very good place for a nice girl early (in the evening, Fancy, and toward midnight it gets worse." Fancy tossed her head. “Huh, I don't see how you know anylhing about it, living here the way you do. Work day in and day out, no! fellows or fun. Gosh—you don't ex-| Faney, | “Im . and a | | lable Darbara waved his {insolence aside. "It you don't drop out of | slght as far as Tancy is concerned, | T shall tell her father all 1 know about you,” she vpersisted, “And 1 don’t think even your impudence is a match for him. I'd hate to hale to bother him, but of course, I'll do it, if there's no other wuy out.” Jerome scemed to be enjoying his cigaret. “Now daftudil, be reason- The name maddened her. She turned on him. Don't try to bluff me, Jerome," she warned. “Just as certainly as you keep up your at- tentions to Fancy, I shall tell her father everything I know about { you." “And what, pray, is that? Merely that I've flirted a bit and drunk a little and generally enjoyed mysclf, in a comparatively respectable way. You can't hang a fellow on that, you know. Anyhow, the day is gone when fathers have such almighty nod and| power over their daughters. Bring ou your McDermott. I'll meet him." Barbara straightened her ghoul- room. Barbara fallowed her. “List- | ders. “I'm not pretending to know en, Faney,” she said, “you've spoken | anything heinous about.you, Jerome. like a very rude and boorish child. | This isn't blackmail. But I know But it doesn’t matter. All 1 care vou're heartless and fickle where about is for you to behave as your | Women are concerned. And 1 know father wishes, I am responsible to | that a kid like Fancy has no chance him, you know" | of holding you for more than a few “Don’t you go and tattle, Barbara | Weeks. ! Hawley! You'll be sorry if you do! | ‘It looks to me as though she | Oh, how my head aches. Let me | Were rather seriously smitten with alone.” She ran into her bedroom |you. Oh, you have a manner, you and slammed the door. Sounds of | know—and that's enough to get wo- | sobbing came through the partition. [ men. | Barbara walked heavily to the| "“But you took that child last | tront door and locked it. Then she | night to a roadhouse that is distinct- { turned off the lamps and went to |1y questionable. You drank whisky | get the milk botties. She picked up |here with her before you left. Ob, | the flower box in the kitchen and |yes you did—I found the glasses. opened the door of the dumb-waiter | And you brought her home after to put It in. A card dropped out. It |one o'clock in a state of exbaustion { bore the name “Jerome Ball." and nerves that kept her in bed all Fancy did not appear for break. | morning. fast. Several times Barbara ap- “This sort of thing simply can't pect me to live that way, do you? I'a die!" Again she started for the bed- | | Fancy laughed harshly. “And what if they are? 1 didn't mean 'em to be soothing. You'll find out, Bar- hara Hawley, that I'm' not such a fool as you think, you and Jerome, “You try to break up my affair 50 you can have one of your own with him. Hot stuff! But I might have expected it—from an old maid uge, they're all man crazy.” “l1 say, ancy, you'd better shut up.” Jerome was looking extreme- Iy unhappy. “Shut up yourself,” exclaimed Fancy. “I'll not stay in the house another minute with you two. And I'll never come back either, Barbara Hawley.” IFancy picked up her gloves and purse from the table where sho had dropped them, and rushed for the {hall, Before Jerome or Barbara could follow her she had gone out and slammed the door. They heard her rapid steps on the stairs outside, Barbara was staving at the wall, | her hunds tightly elasped. She |scemed incapable of movement. Je- 'rome stood in his place looking at her, his brows painfully puckered. At length he took out a clgaret and | [1it 1t. Tt puffed once and went out. {176 etruck another match with trem- 'bling fingers. It, too, went out. | With a gesture of impatience he [flung the cibaret toward the place, “Barbara,” he said, lare we going to do?” Darbara raised her head. know,” she ‘said, dully. They heard the honk of a taxi horn outside, and Jerome ran to the {window. “I eay, Barbara, she's climbing in a taxi.” The words brought Barbara to her foct, “We've got to follow her, J rome,” she gasped, and rushed into Iher vedroom for a wrap. | Two minutes later she and Je- [rome elimbed into the blue roadster \and wheelcd about. Kancy's taxi had stopped to turn around in a |drivewsy and they had time almost [to cateh up with it. Barhara sat silent in her corner. [Jerome glanced uneasily at her fro time to time, At last he spoke, “Bar- |bara, I'm deuced sorry T caused all |this. What a little spitfire Fancy lis! I dian’t suppose it was ‘n her. {I'm ecrry she said those things to lyou.” | Parbara flashed an angry glance at him. “Don't hother to apologize to me, Jerome, because she called me an old mald. T can stand it. The “what sterhood is to bear.” She leaned forward and saw the taxi was getting further ahead. | ly. Jerome nodded his hcad and stepped on the accelerator, so that | the car veered and burst forward.| FFaney's taxl was about two blocks ahead. * Barbara began to twist her hand- kerchief. “If we don't catch her,” she said. “what in the world can I say to her father? He trusted me."” Jerome winced at the misery in her voice, but her stony gaze stop- ped him from speaking again. The two cars sped on, across town. Barbara looked out as they passed a church steeple with a lighted clock. It said “Six-thirty.” She turned back to the man beside her. ‘“Jerome!" she eaid, “is she going to the depot? T belleve she's itrying to make the six-forty-five back to Chicago!" | Jerome started. They were rush- ing through the warehouse district in the general direction of the sta- tion, “Lord, Barbara, she wouldn't do that!" i “You fire- | “I don't | more I see of men the easier spin- | “Hurry, hurry,” she cried impatient- | do it?" she sobbed, T wanted ' IT'Il never stay here atter this'” A curlous group had begun to guther Barbara put her arm under iFancy's and startcd” toward a taxi. {Jerome followed them. As soon as they had {of carshot of the Iturned toward him. pussed ot crowd, Barbura It's time for At four-thirty Barbara approached |like you. When they get to be your you to get out,” she said, her throat muscles tense, “We don't necd you." “Why Babs—" gaspcd Jeromi. But looking in her facc, he turncd and went away. IFancy was crying too bitteriy to ‘notice anything. Barbara led her to (the car and helped her in. Then she \gave directions to the driver and |climbed in herself, | Fancy lay down on the seat of the cab with her head in Barbara's lap jand wept stormily. The taxi rocked through the streets at the same |breakneck speed it had maintained before, Barbara was too engrossed in the weeping girl to protest. They came back into West Main istreet at last, and the cab stopped at the apartment building. Barbara |remembered that she had not |brought her purse, | "Please wait,” she said to the |driver and put her arms around |Fancy, who was crying more quictly now. She put her head on Barbara's shoulder like a weary child. They went up the steps slowly and Bar bara opened the door. 8he took |Fancy straight to her bedroom: | Then she ran hack to pay the Itaxt driver, who tipped his hat and drove away, not without a curious | glance at her haggard face. | When she returned to the apart ment she found Fancy's door locked. |She stood listening in the hall a mo- !ment and then tiptoed away. She jremembered that she had had no dinner. In the kitchen she iooked about There was cold meat in the cup- hoard and the tea kettle stood ready. /She put it on the fire and laid a iplace for one at the kitchen table. | There were stiil no FFancy's bedroom. ‘When the kettle boiled, Barbara ipoured water in the little brown tea- |pot and sat down. Her head throb- bed and her checks burned. She tried to nibble at the bread and |meat. But she could not eat. She \sipped the tea and felt comfort from its warmth and aroma. At last she rose and cleared aws * the dishes, leaving the kettle still on {the flames, She was just rinsing the cup and . saucer when she heard Fancy's door {open nolsily . Fancy was coming |through the hall. She stopped in the doorway to the kitchen and looked at Barbara. She was wearing a rose satin negligee and her hair was tossed about her tear-blotched face. A tear or two still ran down her cheeks. Barbara did not speak. She went on putting away the dishes. “Barbara,”" whispered Faney, “I'm hungry.” | sounds from == COLOR CUT-OUTS A Miller’s Daughter Barbara answered coldly. cannot tell what she would do in this mood, Jerome. That's the trou- ble in trifling with these hot-blooded, headstrong girls. Their emotions are dynamite and very often they are blown to bits by something that jwouldn’t have hurt the old-fashion- ed girl of a few years ago. “Oh, I'm not so old myself, but T don't belong to the flapper age—or, Sometimes short by being brought up summer Peter had been down in proached her door and paused a mo- | §0 on.” there when Reddy Fox had been at: ment. But she left it without knock- Jerome looked at her, half-smil-; 3 % ay | his heels, and he knew that that jng At la when the toast was|ing. “You amuse me, Barbara. Favindoi neicol st (deg imouldibefeipio a0 B LD —Peter Rabbit. | hall was a long one. He knew that stasked nns:'he p:}e;l:s alnd the coffee | You're one of those damnable wWo- NS ‘h“; dea. His five-ycar-old brain had not ? | Johnny Chuck and Polly Chuck had pot steamed on the breakfast table, [ men who take it on themselves to they take t AHOVIRRIgEY e ] needadraliob When Peter Rabbit bumped his gone down to the snug bedroom Rarbara knocked at Fancy's door. |Plot out the course of the universe DR DR s O O B i | nose just after he dived through the | late in the fall and hadn't come out| “Are you ready for breakfast, |and then see that it goes mccording m in the house to- | AN At 1975, NEA Service, |entrance of Jobnny Chuck's house 'again. {dear?” she called. There was no | to the plan. Toeh) he bumped jt hard. But it wasn't the | Then how did this wall of frozen answer. “Fancy!" she called, with| ‘“Who do you think you are to| pain of the bump that Peter minded. | carth like a closed door happen to alarm in her voice. A sound of sob- | interfere with my happiness or| He didn't even think of that. It was Faney's either? | the new ekin to be thoroughly heal- | Thomas?” o | e ¢ 2! ed before he u his leg in any 1 asked him if he thought it IO R ear. Al anantore ava canany “And how are children, Thom- as2" T asked, as we made our way ) be there? And if Johnny and Polly through the station, W my eves| NEXT—This letter continued. ‘Menus & e family | rocks | gravy in the frying pan in which the rabbit was browned and pour over ition in casserole. There d be enough gravy to complete- rabbit and vegetables r casserole and cook in a mod- ver for one hour toasted m cover th ding. 1 Dinr t rabbit, | erate ream 28, A Service, Inc.) (Copyright, 1 “JINONINE Builds Strength to Combat Colds 1t you catch colds easily, take Linonine and ward them off. nine gives sirength and nd flesh that enables you to successt ter's weather. It is excepti ally good for gron at this time in the frosting. 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He was quite sure that couldn’t get through that v, because it was between two but he could reach in That is just wh th first one black paw and then e other black paw Reddy reach- in and felt around for Peter. He Peter, but that was Howeve him flattened 4 bumped his make And Reddy was saying un- ings. He was telling Peter time had come at last Reddy, would have Petc promised Peter to It outside that doorway un- should come out 1 may as well come out right , for you can't get any farther Johnny Chu " “I can stay out you can stay in re, and 1 am going to stay until u come out." ainst the thing he se against and trying to e time hen 1dy as time Peter g beyond the 1dy stopped reaching for & down to k to wo! 11l and w his long 1 bumped nose as. Tt w It 1 that wasn't even Peter tried nd what n earth | completely. There tiny hole through it s0on was too much | Chuck were still down below what happened to them? How could they breathe without air? Perhaps Reday couldn’t | Reddy did do. | “You may as well come out right now,” declared Reddy their back door was still open and they were getting air in that way. If not. how could they live? ter was sorely puzzied. There ymething queer out this. as something he couldn't un- derstand at all. Where had this wall of frozen earth come from and who put it there? Peter's curiosity s almost as great as his fright. How was it that Reddy Fox seemed | to kn out it? How was it knew that he, Peter, farther? Peter had knew all about y Chuck and Johnny Chuck’s but here was something he t know about. And not know- out it had nearly cost him his If that closed door had been a little nearer the that lif. little nearer, a very Reddy could have reach- | 1925, by T. W. Burgess t story: “Johnny Chuck bing answered her. Barbara went back to the dining table and ate alone. Fancy had not appeared when she left for the Tele- graph office. McDermott looked up as she hur- ried past his office door. She turned |her head away, lest he ask her {about Fancy. But he came to the door and called after her. “Good morning, Barbara? How are you and [the youngster making 1t? I have a ) dinner date with her tonight. Want to come along?" “No, thank you," Barbara replied, and turned her eyes away. The | movement was not lost on McDer- mott. He turned back into his office with a sober face. Barbara gazed after him and took one step toward his door. Then she turned with sudden determination and went to the telephone booth. When she came out her lips were tightly set. “My heavens, Barbara,” cried Bob, “you look like a llon hunting for a Christian. What's the matter?” | “Oh, nothing much,” she evaded. | “Just life, that's all.” | Miss Badger made one of her rare pligrimages to Barbara's desk. “Oh, | Miss Hawley," she said, with the ex- treme ponchalance she always used in addressing Barbara, “I have beea | told that Jerome Ball's engagement to Angela Davidson has been broken oft. A man who belongs to his club ! told me Jerome had slipped out of | the shackles again. “Poor Angela! She's only one of many women who thought they had that gentleman cinched. But he al- ways makes his get-away. Wonder who the new girl is." She looked at Barbara sharply. W uld 1 know, Badger? He doesn't confide amours to me.” ell, I knew you knew him and | Miss his T'll admit I'm fond of her, and I think she's decldedly fond of me. Maybe you'll realize that I do care for her when I tell you that I've broken with Angela. Angela's & pale, spineless namby-pamby beslde Fancy. I tell you that kid's a knockout, all fire and go. And Jooks? Lord Almighty. Barbara was holding her temper with ditficulty. “No, Jerome,” she sald, “it doesn't comfort me to know you've turned down the other girl tor Fancy. That sort of thing is a mere episode in you long career. The ladles you've turned down for other ladies would stretch from here to Harlam, if placed side by side. Fanoy'll have her turn and then go like the rest.” Jerorae shifted in his chair. “Well, is there anything more to say? Guess I'll be rambling along.” “No," answered Barbara, “there’s nothing more to say, but there are things to do.” Jerome laughed, his head thrown back. They heard the door open be- hind them. Fancy stepped into the room. She gave them a startled look. Then she stepped nearer. “Now, she sald to Barbara, “I'm beginning to understand why you flung such a fit last nigh! CHAPTER XXXV Jerome sprang from his chair and took a step backward, as Faney came toward them. Her eyes were fixed on Barbara. “It's all quite plain now,” she sald. “Nice work, Barbara. I'm sure.” She was leaning on the talbe |behind Barbara's chair, still gazing at Barbara's white face. Jerome lifted a deprecating hand, but Fancy wheeled upon him. “There’'s nothing for you to say at least, to the flapper group—and I can sce Fancy and her type very clearly.” | It was evident that the car ahead |was making for the Berlin station. Barbara leaned weakly back against the cushions. Tears hung on her lashes. Jerome glanced at Barbara. “Hon- estly, Babs, I'm so damned sorry about this. I'm not a thorough rot- iter, you know. But don't you worry. |We'll catch her. A train whistle sounded at the left. Barbara lurched forward as the car swung up to the platform. | | | the station. They had lost sight of Fancy's cab. Bebore the roadster had entirely stopped, Barbara had jumped from the running board. She looked wildly about her, A crowd of people, langhing and talking, blocked her way, to the tracks. &he dedged through them, only to find herself stopped by a huge baggage cart. Fancy was nowhere in sight. Barbara looked about for Jerome. He had fallen behind in the race. At length he came puffing up, his heavily lined face flushed and his (eyes dull . “I say, Babs, don't go sa fast. A fellow can't keep up with you." Scorn mixed with her fury. “You effeminate fool!" she hissed. Jerome silently followed her. They |ran past hurrying people, dashed in and out of gates and doorways. Bar- bara thrust more than one indignant old lady out of her way and stum-. {bled over a child of three that had escaped from its mother's hand. They came out upon the rail plat- form. The conductor was shouting “All aboard.” A girl ran from the walting room toward them. She carried her velvet hat in éne hand The six-forty-five was slowing up at |* 'RESTING NOTICE This {s the fourth day's chapter of a delightful falry story with paper dolls to illustrate it. Children who! save the dolls from day to day wil} soon have a whole set of dolls with which to act out the story. e e ‘While the poor king had almost despaired of finding his son, this is what happened not far from the palace: The eldest of the miller's three daughters chanced to be walking near an old summerhouse on the king's grounds. On the door she saw one of the notices offering a reward for the return of the prince. It was yellow and faded now, for the king had been searching a long time without finding the slightest clue to the whereabouts of his son. Nevertheless, the miller's eldest daughter paused to read it and shook her head over the enormous reward. “How I wish I might earn ft,” she sighed. t' would make me such a nice dowry, and then 1 could marry well!® The miller's eldest daughter hos a pink slip and gray stockings with black shoes. Her hair should be colored yellow.)