New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 2, 1926, Page 4

R A Wife’s Confessional Adele Garrison' s New Phase of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE Illian Prepares to Use Her Revolver “Because," sald Lililan, answer- ing my question as to her reason for wishing me to {ncrease the speed of the car, “there's a car behind us ap- parently sulting ita pace to ours. Of course it may not be that of our tall Oriental friend, and its rate of speed may be accidental, but—" “Oh! I'm sure It's that big 1 exclalmed, trying to keep the panic out of my volce, That 1 had not succeeded I knew when Lilllan sald quiet! “I think it {8 m; only one thing to do, that." “‘Of course,” I replied, strengthen- ©d by her flawless courage. "And— I'm all right again.” “l knew you wouldn't crumple,” she said approvingly, and then more crisply: “Slow down the car a bit. I'm going to climb over into the back of this thing and I'm not g0 good a trapeze worker as I used to be. Be- sides, I'd like to see whether that lad behind us slows down also.” 1 did as she bade me and belying her apology, she tumbled over the back of thé seat as lithely as Marion ould have accomplished the feat. Ihen I heard her pulling down the curtains of the windows and a few cconds later she sald tensely: “He slowed down all right. Now, put on speed again. I'll keep watch ery sécond and tell you how things re going. And remember, I'm pre- pared for him. 1 was cramped in that front seat, but back here I can keep him covered no matter which side of us he draws up his car— that is, provided he intends to stop us." T understood the grimness of her tone, knew that she had her small revolver in readiness, the weapon €he never had used to my knowledge but I knew she could and would em- ploy it with deadly skill, we compslled to do fo. With every nerve tensed, I settled myself to the task of getting out of the car every bit of speed I could. My eyes were glued to the road ahead but the image of the two glowing lights of the car behind us, traveling with such dreadful stead- iness at just our own pace, seemed 10 dance before ma and it took every bit of courage I had to keep my attention riveted upon my drivifg. Every few minutes Lillian threw me a reassuring, “He hasn't changed speed. I believe he's simply trafling us ) see where we go,” but when we were about five miles from the Junction of the State boulevard, with the road leading to Tyndam her voice quickened into a crisp: “Steady, Madge, peeding up. n you draw one side when he his horn as if you meunt to n pass? Don't slacken your t when he has goue by, if s signs of slowing down, put of speed and pass him fght.” 1 answered simp ew scconds later raucously, 1 excc part of the manci nud planned, nearly lc pon the wheel as 1 Chinese whom Lee Chow flash by. But the second Lillian’s ruse was not v before Chinese wpeed materi a ta putt sounded behind us, motoreycle officer tuilcd by motioned us fmpericusly t of the road and then contin the Chine But the Ori one glance behind him in a sudden burst of knew that his make of ¢ of the spec’ in 1Y juessed that un escape fror tble, The ther attentic took up t you know ¢ she “oun my ¢ the art of iry, for the could poiie o} Happtuinzs in the ( Pacite Ma Monus Bre t- whole wheat cereal, th ‘San Lt bread, head lett puffs, corn bread, T ncheon— Baked porterh onions, quince salad, bran sslly roll cake, milk, coffes Rroiled " rol exception © salad thers read s no dishes & not sul The luncheon ( for pud- elf but there's had no means of knowing; but Lil- llan expressed the hope, with & vi- clous little click of her teeth, that “somewhere along the road, he had broken his yellow nuck." | Lee Chow, however, who, with the rector, had been walting up for us when we returned from the breath- |less journey, shook his head sagely when we told him in minute detail what had happened. | “That ver bad man, but ver lucky,” he sald, “He no die yet. He 0o die till T help him. No can do.” There was a grim finality about his words which sent a tremulous ripple along the muscles of my spine. I was glad indeed wien he changed his tone to a more casual one, “Better ev'body get sleep now,” he {4. “Big Chinese man no come here tonight, maybe not two, three, four days. Maybe cop have him in station or hospital. But Les Chow watch just same. Les Chow stay up tonight, get breakfast, clean up, sleep two hours, get dinner, sleep thres hours, then watch tomorrow night again.” “But Lee Chow,” I expostulated, 'you have been up almost twenty- tour hours, most of the time driving. Cannot someone else—-"" “Ev'body else up 80 long t00,” the Chinese returned, “But I have had my rest,” the Iit- {tle rector put in eagerly, “and I should be glad to—"" “Preacher boss man please excuse, |but this Lee Chow's job. Nobody |else can do. % “Very well,” Doctor Douglass re- plted, and I wondered if he guessed that Lee Chow considered him of no |value whatever as a guard agalnst {the possible entrance into the rec- tory of the secret enemies of Hugh |Grantland. Lillian seized the opportunity draw the little rector aside. T saw. her hand him the box of in- nocuous tablets which the Bing- (hamton druggist had prepared, to replacs the ones which Hugh Grunt- nd was taking. “Substitute this for the other as |soon as you can,” she urged. “And {please keep him in that wast wing where your rooms are, so that he will not see us for two or {You can make any explanati Iplease to him, but do not tcll him {who we really are. And mark any changes In his mentality if wny there be, which you observe in the next two or three da The little rector looked “I do not know how 1 am going to be a proper hot to you,” he said, because this me of my time with lugh.” “Which is just w we wish Idllian interposed, “Please Dr, oug- may we not be your i next days to Coconnut Pudding 4 cup grated coco until firm to th tes. Ser without lem ) m s Then | ns spending most | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, Horizontal 1. Waterfall 7. Discase of the eye 13. Natural force producing hypno- tism. 14. In order. 15. Too. 16, Variant of "a.” | 17. Delineation. 19, Measure of area. 20. Hebrew name for | 22. Night | 23. Thick shrub. 26. Battering machine. . Wooden pin, 131, Corded cloth. !32. Beam. . 8ilk worm, 34. Female of the fallow decr. 35. Sweet crystalline substar | wiftest, . Narrow long piece. 40. Net weight of containers. 41, To place. 42. Point of compass. 43. Sun god. 45. Two fives. 47. Definite article. 48. Prophet who trained Sumuel 51, Like. Humor. 4. Measures for cloth 56. Point of compass. 57. Ductless stomach ¢ . Apportions. 161, Earth, worried | | {70, |71 Robbed Devi Gazed Vertical hed blicity . Portable s for | JOHNNY CHUCK EXPLAINS What puzzles you wn ma Lxplain and ke @ Peter Rabbi in Joinny € i went in i Ola from {he 17 “How d How dn vou Ny and T 1ad gone in for “Dia ! 4 replied Johnny. [ crOSSWOR D PUZZLE BEGIN HERE TODAY Barbara Hawley s If-willed and talented. Wanting to see lifc. she breaks with her flance, Druc Reynolds, an architect, and Job on the New Britain Telegraph. She sees plenty of it at a road- house dinner, where Bob Jof! police reporter, intreduces h Jerome Ball, man about town | prominent man kills himself at the dinner and Barbara picks up a red scarf dropped by his unknown wom- an companion. | Bruce enters the real estate firm |of Manners, Stone and Reynolds, which launches an ambitious de- velopment, Vale Acres, rich widow, is Interested in him, but he rebuffs her and she tells Andrew . To peruse. . Mother. . Soclal insect. . Made in advance . Offered . Prevents. To unfasten Journey. srain Woadwaxen (plant) Arbitrator Constellation. ornament loose | the foot. 4 % and descending steps. Coin. Smell. Point of compass. T'nit of work. SPIN Lydia Stacy, | McDermott, managing editor of the' SATURDAY, JANUARY 2, 1926, Acres goes to smash. Bruce is bitter ugainet Barbara for the newspaper publicity that follows Barbara's mother dies and Bar- bara moves to an in-town apart- ment, sharing it with MeDermott's danghter, Fancy. Fancy is In love with Jerome Ball, and Barbara, un- able to argue her out of it, calls Ball in to talk to him. Fancy walke in unexpectedly and accuses her of try- ing to steal Ball for hersclf to avoid being an old maid. Then she runs out, but Barbara and Ball bring her back . oe e NOW GO ON WITH THE CHAPTER XXXVI The words were very faint, Fancy hung her head. Her breath caught. “Come in,” sald Barbara, “and eit TORY Barbara went over to Faney and put a hand on her <honlder. Telegraph that she suspects crooked- s in the firm Barbara, meanwhile, edits a love- wn column and gives much advicd o a correspondent who signs her- f letta” and asks how she can land @ “socially superior young man." Suddenly she ms that Biruce has married a factory girl, Violetta Cranby —the sume she has been advising, At this point Manners decamps | with the bank deposits and Vale one s still curio “1o you ever n summer? ) Jme “When 1 tin d Johnny, a long ear with 18 need of it an ed * replied Johany. to close a door'un open?” there i 1 of doing it. ed anything about must he t which to do it, “I—T still don't long. but there must close a door ied Jolnr " der the door wids and there n't mueh fo v ohnny L ¢ v packing r. He bl rig was still y Chu eyes ing. Peter ned fo tif he looked hard the next ques: und on the tip of ally simply ¢ n earth fro L bt he s that it won need much y ould see tion squirn Peter's tin no Peter conld ¢ N 1o you ever have loor excepting to sleep for the winter When some one { out,” replied John en do need to hen you g ve fooled he , and then the because & might ould Peter pr word of it, plained the fore tricl ised not to hreathe aind ek ex- trick. It hag happened | [LETTER FROM LESLIE PRES- | COTT TO LUTTLE MARQUISE, CARE OF THE SECRET DRAWER—CONTINUED omas a very tily | him it { question on the an old and falthful & T kne “Lxcuse me, Mrs. §r get In on | said, “but that boy is a clever lad o is a bonny lad as well. He N rnute and then he said mas, TI'll only drive m r, you know' You can drive for rest.' e cricd, “T was afraid T w & he how his en 1 rging to d out s 1s 10 dig that eart} 1 £0 onen the door. ddy FFox conldn't ot heEs o v he ou e, but v ould be rocks at the en the door open there n nothing to preve el from eoming in pt. So 1 hat is all | Ahadsalithe X rd Killing us mply closed a8 we door. “I'm sure it was this car,” he said he would in and out of the traffic toward the house, “that made Master John think he must learn to drive Where you're concerned, Mum, I'm sure that boy thinks he could do was 1o it." “ON" eaid Peter, “that is all.” Johnny Ch Peter Rabhit himeclf never hns n o4 door. Until he had bumped inst the elored door ir nek's he hadn't + any of his friends ever r homes. He with houses under ground loft the hall or ve open. He had heen in | a nu of 614 honses, and he nev- |ably had said something that would er had found a closed dodr until he | put it in the mind of my oldest son ned againet that ome in When 1 saw my husband, Li Chuck's hon Marquise, I nearly burst into tear Johnny had teld him that | He looked $o pale and his face had closed that door himsel, | aly grown thin. He assure closed it from inside, when he and me, however, that he was entirely Polly went in 1o sleep for the winter all right and that he was perfectly 4 he is smart cnough to know that you will be driving in the traffic alone.” | 1 saw, Little Marquise, by the troubled look in Thomas' face, that I he did not like the idea of my driv- ing alone cither and that he prob- Tohnny €} Lnown 1) honse A clased deors in ¢ had supposed that all these had bum Johnny o hnd anything that would protect you and | down at the table. The tea is all ready. Of course you are hungry. "I was hungry myself, but T couldn't cat. Perhaps 1 can eat something vith .you. The dishes were brought out again and two cups of tea poured. Ifancy sat on a kitchen stool, swinging her |slippered feet and munching greedi- ly. She did not meet Rarbara's cyes When they had finished Fancy 'S up on the stool and uore than once that I have had a iiome where there were no rocks or to leep Bowser the Hound or Ite IFox or Farmer Brown's Boy from digging it open. Farmer Brown's Boy tried it once. That was fore he had become the best triend of all the little people of the Gr d the Great Mcadows shovel he started to dig me , 1 liad a litile side bed- the house, so I went in cre and shut the door. That is, 1 he doorway to it full ‘urmer Brown's Boy dug right wn past it To this day'he does. Lnow what heeame of me. *More than once Bowser has tried o dig me out. Then T have closed he door in his f 1 can dig fast. r than he can, T have filled my 1 when he has come to i supposcd that:that was the end of the tunnel and that somehow T had escaped. At le T suppose that this is what he supposed. Any- he always sfopped digring. When 1 can dig faster than the one vho is after me there is to close the door. Do you see now what T mean?" Peter saw, and increased. respect for Johnny Chuck sprang up in him. johnny Chuck was smaller than Pe- ter had thought him to be. And all the time he wondered how many other folk knew anvthing at all ahout Johnny Chuck's closed doors (Copyright, 1926, by T. W. 1y n IForest With ont. room in time lle to go down to meet me but the octors suid that by doing so he might put hims cre he might ol get to the office until a week or two later. Dear Little Marquise, were you over separated from your kingly lover and during that time he had bien il and he had made very little lof it to you, yet when you came home you found him crippled up in bed and looking pale and his eyes having a wistful, lonely look in them? If you ever did, you will |know just what it meant to me, | when, instead of being met by my great big man and encircled in his arms and taken right off my feet by a hug which lifted my face up to his, [T had to walk over and scat myself beside Jack's bed. himself up and held out his arms 1@ me and I bent over !aid 1 found the tears dropping from my eyes as his head bent to my | breast. “Jack,” 1 murmured, *T didn't have the slightest 1dca you were so [ badly hurt. Surely, you know, if I had deamed of this 1 would have been with yousjong before that. | (Copyright 1925, NEA Service, Ine.) N EXT: This letter continued. England has one boxing promoter, Mrs. Durgs, & former music hall singer, & N\ looked at Barbara. “Well," she sald, pouting, “Let's have it over. Do your worst." Barbara smiled at ber. “Run back into your room Fancy, and I'll fol- low you. But I haven't much to say." Fancy obeyed. When Barbara came into the bed- room the girl was seated by the dressing table, her head on her arms. Barbara went up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. Funcy lifted her head and gazed Into Barbara's | face. “Babs, dear,"” she whispered, "I'm 50 sorry. What a beast [ was! And vou'd been so good to me, t00.” The | tears began to trickle agaln and she hid her face against Barbara's dress. “Now listen, dear,” said Barbara, “we won't talk about that. You didr't mean some of the things you sald. What matters now {s that you |ses how right I am about Jerome. | You musn't ruin your life by falling In love with a man of his type. There's nothing in it for you. 18 sure to drop you in a short time, a8 he dropped the other girl for | you. Belleve me, I know about him | and his many loves, “Why, Fancy, once he came over to tell me how worried he was about |a breach of promise suit. You don't want to have anything to do with such a person as that, do you?" ed. Barbara flushed. “There was never any romance between us,” she | said, more distantly. “Well, I don't care. It wasn't his | fault the old thing sued him, was | 1t?" replied Fancy. "'Lots of women | just make victims of men that way. | And T know Jerome wasn't to blame, (He isn’t that kind." Barbara sighed. “There's no use trying to tell you about him, FFancy," she said. “You think you're in lo with him and you won't listen. But you must promise me one thing— that you'll tell your father all about it and do as he says." Fancy shrugged her shoulders “I'll tell him, but I don't know whether I'll do what he says. He's such a hard-shelled old fogy, Babs. I'm old enough to know what I “Maybe so, dear, but not old enough to know what's good for you." “How do you live so contentedly, Bahs?" Fancy's eyes were genuinely curious. Barbara drew back, then recov. ered her poise. “What do you meat Do vou think an unmarried woman can't have any happiness Fancy laughed. “Not exactly.” { But, well you know, I'd think you'd | want admirers and parties and pret- Ity clothes and things. You're not so awfully old yet.” The imperti- nence was evidently quite uninten- | tional. | Barbara cmiled, | doesn’t provide them just now. And, | after all, it's my work that really counts. I have enough, just in it." Fancy shook her head. I don't |sce it. Women weren't made to | work the way you do. Gee! I don't By DR. HUGH 8. CUMMING Did you ever look upon the skin of a little baby, so clear and pink and think that perhaps in a few | years that same face would be per- hy and marred by scars How unlikely it is for | any child even in these days to grow |into manhood or womanhood with- |out going through a period of skin cruption and possibly disfigurement. | One of the most common of skin cruptions is that known as acne. Acne is a skin eruption produced by inflammation of the sweat glands and hair follicles. Before there is any general eruption, there are like- Iy 10 be blagkhcads. Pimples and blackheads constitute a very frequent skin condition as a result of the inflammation of the ofl |slands of the skin and a plugging 'Up of the outlet of these glands. Some skins seem to be peculiarly liable to backheads and acne. If your skin shows large pores or is unna‘urally oily, you are more likely to develop acne. Backheads become infected, pus caps develop, pimples and red spots and swollen places ap- pear in the skin. The forehead and " |face and the back of the neck and |shoulders are favored spots for the |aevolopment of acne. | It may be highly commendable to |teach children self-reliance and fnde- |pendence—in faet, it probaby is, |but it is scarcely the part of good {parcnthood to neglect to exercise a |certain amount of supervision even | during this period of youthful inde- pendence, Unless growing boys and eirls cat proper food and care for their bodies as they should, there |is sure to be trouble and this trouble frequently manifests tself on the | skin. | Acne very frequently disappears {as an adult age fs reached because habits of personal cleanliness have Ibeen established and also “better regimes of dict. But there are ex- |.coptions, and it is not true that all |cases of acne get well after the age of 30. Exercise in the open air, reg- luar bathing, free eltmination and nutritious dict are important aids. ,As a general rule, it may be said | that_sugar, pastries, rich sauces and gravies tea and coffee should be omitted from the dlet where there is danger of acne. When regular ex- ereise and diet regulation do not relieve constipation, laxatives may be used and cod liver ofl has been recommended. External treatment for acne is of csse@tial importance in most cases. Powder, lotlons and oils, the com- position of which must be governed by the condlitions present may be | useful, ‘but most important of all, | you should pay attention to cleans. |ing, friction and massage to improve |the clrculation and to the proper use of antiseptics. He | “Did you drop him at once when | you heard about it?" Faney retort- | “Perhaps 1 do | {want them, dear. But my life, | Your Health | | How to Keep [t— | Causes of [llness i SPINSTFRHOOD © 1925 by NEA SERVICE INC. seé how you stand it. Not for me, 1 tell you. I'm going to have all the fun 1 can and then I'm going to get married and go on having | tun." | “Barbara pattea her shoulder. *And |the best thing you can do in the | meantime is to jump into a hot tub and then into bed. I'll let you sleep right through when 1 leave in the morning." | Fancy smiled quite happlly and | prepared to do as she was told. |7 'When Barbara passed the bath- | roonp door & few minutes later, she hearl the strains of “Papa Love Mamma" above the spldshing of the water. 2 La she went into Fancy's room to turn out the lights and open the window. "You'll have that talk with your father, won't you, Fancy?" she askod, standing beside the bed. FFany's nose, shining from the hot water and soap, appeared from be- neath the woolly blankets. “I'll tell him, Barbara, but I'm going to mar- ¢ Jerome Ball, just the sume. He sked me to last night.” e The Vale Acres Investigation dragecd out for many weeks. Noth- ing was heard of Winston Manners. New Britain was divided in its sym- puthies. As Barbara covered her daily beat, she heard varied opinions expressed regarding the culpability of Stone and Reynolds. “Any man with normul intelli- genée must have known there was something wrong in that deal, argued one banker with a caller, while she stood waiting to talk to him, The man whom he addressed shook his head. “That may be so of Stone,” he said. "But young Rey- nolds never did have acecss to the books of the company, they say. His part in the deal, was only drawing those folderols of foreign houses— all messed up with stucco and lat- tice work and dormer windows. Never cared much for that type of architecture myself. But he's sup- nosed to be good in his line. T don't believe he paid any attention to the money side_of the business.” When the man walked away Bar- bara approached the banker. I think you're wrong about Mr. R nolds,” she said, quite irrelevardtly. MeDermott was placing more con- fidence in her, giving her front page assignments frequently and relieving {her of the routine work. The love- lorn column, however, he refused to take away from her. “You have a human touch in that column,” he said. “And it's a great circulation builder.” Barbara smiled dubiously. FEach day when she ran through the mail she picked up the pink and lavender | envelopes and tore them open with teverish haste. And each time she sank back weak with relief against her chair. There were no more let- ters from Violetta. Bob Jeffries came into the Tele- graph office one day late in May. His eyes were shining. He scarched out Barbara as usual. Miss Badger watching, flounced |away as she saw him approaching Barbara's desk, and shut her own with a vicious slam. “What's up Bob?" asked Barbara, smiling at him. “Have you found a dlamond mine in Hartford county {or did you last baseball bet win?” Bob perched on her desk, grin- ning. “Neither. Better than that. I've a chance to go to New York!" He leaned back, walting for her to be impressed. The effect was all that he could have desired. Barbara was visibly thrilled. “Oh, gorgeous! What kind |of a job, Bob?" “Publicity for the Ebber theaters,” he replied with nonchalance elabo- rately assumed. Barbara’s eyes bleamed. “I'm so glad for you." Her face fell. “But what in the world will I do for a side kick, Bob. You were golng to be my knight and fellow traveler. Remember?” Bob laughed. “Yep, I remember the picttre-hanging contract. But | really, Babs, you can't expect me to hang around this burg forever, on the chance that sometime you'll | have a picture for me to hang. I have to go where fortune ralls.” He looked so like a pleased boy of ten that Barbara could only smile, |too. “Of course you must go,” she said. “But how we shall miss you.” Bob raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I |guess my going won't leave much {of a hole. I'm, not really very nec- | essary to anybody in the world.” ow Bob, don't assume that high tragedy alr. You know you're per | fectly ~ suited with this fancy free {life of yours, and nothing would | bore you more than being tied to anybody or any place.” Bob smiled. "Yep, you're right. I get sort of pale and melancholy over |1t sometimes, when I find a hairpin in my restaurant chicken pie ar when I can't think of any place to g0 on Christmas night. But between hairpins and Christmas nights I'm |happier than any married man in | America. | The conversation was interrupted by a call to Barbara from McDer- mott. She rose and Bob strolled | away. “How's Fancy getting along these days?" asked the managing editor, as she entered his office. “I've been 50 busy this month I haven't given her the time I should." X “Well," said Barbara, “I think she's all right, though I've found her erying several times since Je- rome stopped coming." McDermott nodded his head. “Bet- |ter cry now than later, when there isn't any remedy,” he sald. “She'll get over it. “Oh, yes,” answered Barbara, “and (T don’t think she's bitter about the matter. Never speaks of it. I've tried to take her mind off him as much as possible.” | “She’ll do,” replied.Fancy's father. “But what I called you in for espe- |cially, Barbara, was to ask what plans you had made for mnext month. “Why none at all, outside the us- ual routine,” said Barbara, in some urprise | "“How'd-you like to go to the na- tional convention of the General Federation of Women's Clubs?" (To Be Continued)