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NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, MAY Quicksands of Love || CROSSWORD PUZZLE Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife Nod to Madge Makes Dicky Furious this chorus tion or has e answer driving a got to count on Awful Place” way Horlzontal tetaliates | B fore} Xmm'Z 2 Elelrolm] < > 0 MEHO > ou see an at- R s oA aped (o his feet with an exclamation. “Why in the name of ail that's holy should he be jealous Si= 1 coyly, through she said Y] CG)WNWAY WHAT MOTHERS SHOULD NOT BE TOLD |5 ) ar Mr. Morton, he's ~Z@ Mmoo Z\—I@ I with an ex of ail hould } 3 s of you so much,” she His visitor smiled, with He says he's golng to sue f TOMORROW Coming Back 10 1 e \ I took her to the restau- | yorce, on account of you Far(h . A i b 3 cater, an Morton sat down, he : y 20 | intent cyes he studied the woman hink I'm |y 1. vou would explain this nd with a pencil How to Keep It— £ i of them! ved the of an eyebrow. Causes of [llness ¢ : . favals y have ecking a thrill? d, and smiled at said. “Look a fin- | here, Mrs. Carver, I have never seen hing of you. except when I met mted on | you a dance, and the two or and ¢ times you've been at this 1 me ces v without my in- ation. b tic monsense have you been telling that husband of yours, anyway?" rew herself up. Excitement ‘popy-cock’, z hen my husband sees you, 1, co “You ean't trifle affections without paying and started for the man whose e 1s & in this community, bringing hasn't much 3 ! mpers with going to dc £ an innocent married woman! forton asl i 1 raised her handkerchief to to xo e. |1 es, and fumbling for the knob, . 1 it, and took her departure L, I'll be—," sald Morton to ancd back in his chair and ed, rubbing his chin from to time. At last he thought- illy returned to his work. He said to Parrish about his wom- itor, but kept the young man ged in making entries in his mall priva ount books, Hardly had he removed his hand He did not leave the office for when with a whivr of wings lit- de Mr. Smarty flew away e a sandwich, or some- told Parrish, the latter returned from own lunch, Morton told him e was not to be disturbed for r of the day. e said, have an idea fellow named Carver is coming up | ere to see me. Let him In if he come Parrish nodde closing the door. Morton's desk was clear, and he t with his fect on the window-sill, 1 smoke mounting ‘, boring chimney. His you tric vou got | forehead wrinkled in concen- ning striy ked like some of last Parrish rapped at 1, and went out, , called Morton, young man entered, ; er the des i “Mr. Carve wuw'«..n walting for next story: “Mister Sr sy 0 you,” he said y Humble.” | didn’t know him,” she sald, (To Be Continued)