New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 19, 1926, Page 12

| [ ¥ NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, JULY 19, 1926. RPN G S N ORI Rl 5 I e Adele Garrison’s Madge Analyzes Her Husband's Attitude. “As long as we're on the ject of announcing things to peopl: Lillian went on,* may 1 ask if you've ever given Veritzen your final deci- sion on his work? He told week ago that you had accepted his offer on condition that you could in- sure proper c.re for Junior.” “No, 1 haven’t told him said, “because 1 haye hesitated talk to Katherine about it under the cumstances. Before this af- Meiedith, Katherine at if she did not feel her promise to nurse sub- 1 to sad had told me bound by Lucia, she would gladly take over the care of Junior for a year at least. But since Lucia killed herself, I have felt a disinclination to think of the arrangeme much less to speak of it to Katherine. It seems so much like gloating over the op- portunity which ‘.ucia's death has given me.” She Looked Like a Ghost.” “For tobogganing down the C skills!” Lillian ejaculated. *Isn't there something else you can rake up a seruple or two over? I don't pelieve your Puritan comnscience has ised up all the ones in the calen- dar. And I pose Katherine is trailing along through the same mental morass. The trouble is that so close to this thing that you're obsessed by it. You need a hard-headed, hard-hearted old customer like me to straighten things out for you."” “Hard-leaded, perhaps, r, never,” I protested. isn't even a dent in the she cnswered with a grin. Katherine, now, picking up a bit. you two we but the organ “But here comes with Junior. She' For days after Lu she looked like Wer own ghost.” She was standing by one of the Quicksands of Love New Phase of Revelations of a Wife —— me a| Meredith died, | |windows overlooking the Hudson, | and 1 crossed to her side and stood [vith ner watching Katherine guide my little lad through the streams of |cars which swirled up and down the | Drive, My little kinswoman's figure was crect and lithe, llke a fresh vigorous flower, I told myself, in- |stead of the drooping wilted blossom |she had resembled ever since Lucia Meredith's tragic d h, We'll Thrash This Out!” | “We'll just thrash the whole thing |out, once and for all,” Lillian an- |nounced as Katherine let herself \d Junior into the front door of the apartment, and I was conscious {of a distinct feleing of relief as we |awaited thelr progress up the stairs. Lillian fn action is like a tonic, metimes bitter to take, but most ngthening and salutary. Junior ran into my arms with the i shout of greeting he always accords me now whenever either he or I return from an absence. Lillian watched us keenly, and I knew that se was making the comment men- lly concerning the quality of my liftle 1ad's greeting to me ‘which Katherine had voiced but a few days befere. Indeed she ‘lost no time in making her own observation verbal. “I see that ‘Brooks of Sheffield” doesn’t take you for granted any | more,” she_said, using the camou- flaged appellation so familiar to every Dickensian. | There was something in her voice which held a wider meaning than her interpretation of Junior's joyous greeting to me, and T remembered a sertion of hers that Dicky king me altogether too much for granted—that T was like a com- fortable pair of shoes, to my hus- band, valued but not cherished. t, 1926, by Newspaper ature Sertice, Inc. 8l | former | Copyr ! ¥ Danny Learns How Crabs Grow By Thornton W. Burgess Learn to live and live to learn; And no chance for knowledge spurn. ~—O0ld Mother Nature. “What is a soft-shelled crab?' manded Danny Meadow Mouse. ust that, and nothinz more,” It is a crab de- re- torted Jimmy Skunk. vith a soft shell.” “How can it be a shell if it is * demanded Danny. “All shells soft TI've ever seen are hard. How can a shell be soft?” Jimmy Skunk scratched his nose. “I suppose you are right.” sald he. “It does seem queer about a soft shell. Perhaps it isn't shell until it gets hard, Any way, those crabs have a“soft cover- thoughtfully “What is a Soft-shelled Crah?" de- manded Danny Meadow Mouse ing which later becomes hard, It is more like kin nd later it hecomes pell, Il show you if we have nd of luck." It was ne and after Danny had for bout the sul in his inter r thi L little not run out when the tide went out There was a rock on the edge of it and seawe 1 to the rock na lying mass in the water 1 something out “Here's one!” he what 2" asked Danny, hur- you reached Martha Cleaver? Cer- tainly you must know that Miss |Dean is one of the cleverest girls that ever made her appearance in this store. You could never brow beat her and cow her as you have done to many of the other girls 4 “At your request,” broke in Doc- tor Flint bitterly. (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) THE P TORROW—An Epitap Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of IHness READ THIS FIRST: MERRY LOCKE, pretty and gay as her nickname, falls in love with ANTHONY GAINES, a young law- yer. To fall in love is nothing new to Merry. Men have been making love to her since she was 16; and the first time she is alone with Tony Gaines, she lets him kiss her. But Tony is serious. He really is in love with Merry and wants to marry her. But Merry refuses be, cause she has always been fickle, and lsn't sure now that she cares deply for Tony Gaines. They fin- ally decide to marry at the end of six months, and as time goes on Merry finds out that she loves Tony. She begs him to marry her at once, but he Insists upon wait- ing. In the meantime Merry's father dles, and she takes a job in LILLIE | DALE'S beauty shop, having failed | in her stenography course to the | great disgust of - MOMS, her wid- | owed mother, HELEN, the oldest | sister, marries. JINNY, the young- est, stays at home to help with the =Bl housework. SSIE, the second secrelary to MORLEY TAN, a broker with whom ETTER of life to her. She loved it. “Have a drink?” asked BilL There was a flash of silver, as he took a flask from his pocket and hid it under the edge of the table cloth. He beamed at Merry in his cheerful, stuooth way. By Beatrice Burton Author of “Love Bound,” “HER MAN” (Illustrated and Copyrighted by Johnson Features, Inc., 1819 Broadway, New York City) window in the door, and peered out. “Here they come now!"” she said, and Merry heard the cruching of wheels on the driveway outside. Three or four minutes went by. Moms, with- a warning finger on her lips, was still peering out ‘into wedding, my ledyl” The shy of Cassie’s eyes, and they were green and a cat's. She slammed the fr to her mother. dreamy look faded out hind her, so that the pictures on the parlor wall rattled. “A very nice daughter you've raised, Mrs. Locke!” said Jinny “I like the way look like a million,” thought Merr: her eyes on Muriel Kaufman's once more [blond satin slippers big! brililant as [square rhinestone buckles. | ront door be- morow's installment of ter:” |her that first Sunday when she met |her at last, “but 1 spent all day on 1a dust She shook her head at him. “I never drink,” she sald. He stared at her for' a minute and then winked solemnly. “Don’t try to pull the Miss In- nocence stuff on me, Little Sister,” he warned her amiably, “I wasn't born yesterday. Pass your glass." But Merry shook her héad agal “No. I really mean what I say, she told him ,*I never take a drink.” She knew that he did not believe what she sald. Nine times out of ten, the girl who will let a man kiss her the first time she meets him is the girl who will take a drink, too. And Merry had certainly let Bill Erskine kiss the night, when Jinny came running along the porch. She flung open the door and faced her. » “So this is how you go to the movies!” she .said in a terrible voice. “I saw you, letting that softy from next.door kiss you! After all my talk and lecturing! After all my care! Haven't I told you and told you and told you to keep yourself to yourself, Haven't 17" She seized the luckless Jinny by her slim shoulders, and began to shake her as if she were six years old instead of 16. Jinny threw back her red head and giggled wildly. “I'll lock you up, my lady, if you don't behave yourself!” Moms' voice rose higher and higher. “I'll see whether you'll stay out "till mid- night with that boy, or not!" Jinny, ecrying and laughing at once by this time, jerked herself away from her mother, picked up her fallen hat, and rushed upstairs. him, “Well, T'll say this for you—you look fresh as a dalsy,” he said to I'm dead.| like | Pullman, and tired. Nothing wears you out riding on a train.” Merry thought over her own day. she’s in love, is the mainstay of the family. One night Tony breaks an en- gagement with Merry. Hurt and o) angry she lets DERRICK JONES, who lives next door, make love to her. Later she tells Tony about BY DR. '"HUGH 8. CUMMING 5 }it, and then one night she goes out Surgeon General, United States |yi(h BILL, BERSKINT S A G i T [Morley Kaufman. She never sees | In previous articles have been giv- [mony after that, for he closes his | en charts illustrating the trend in death rates of such diseases as diphtheria, measles, typhoid fever, cancer, whooping cough and other | pance to read it. maladies. It was noted that while | yorry hardens her heart against | the rates generally show a down- mopy, returns his ring to his moth- | ward trend, that of cancer was de- o and when Bill Erskine comes to cidedly upward. 3 town again, she makes up her mind | The same is true of heart disease |5 ¢ out with him and have a good | and diabetes. Today Is given a chart |o" Ho comes to take her to | |showing the trend of death rates |ginncr in a hired car. When Merry | |from all causes combined, ineluding | puis nto it, there is a florist's bos | homicldes, suicides and deaths due |oo 1o seat. | It we exclude the year law office and goes out to Montana | {to livs He sends Merry a letter. but it is lost before she has a “I'll do as I pleas she sobbed loudly as she went. “I'll do just as 1 please, and it'll take more than you to stop me, too! You mix up in my business and see what hap- |pens. You leave me alone!™ The slamming of her bedroom door deadened the sound of her volce. Merry followed her up the stalirs. CHAPTER XXIV In the white, low-ceilinged bed- room, Jinny was fairly jerking off her clothes as she ungressed. Stormy-eyed and bright cheeked. she turned as Merry cameé in and shut the door behind her. “For heavens' sake, lock {t! |she cried, “If Moms gets in, she'll |go on raving till tomorrow morn- ing!" “As If it would do her any good!" Up at seven. Breakfast at eight. Lillie Dale’s beauty shop from eight-thirty until six, answering the | telophone every 10 minutes. I ought to be tired.” she mur- mured. “I work- hard all day, too.” Bill chuckled and looked down at her hands that were crossed on the table. Not with those fingers,” he sald, touching the nails that were like pink coral. “Those aren't working hands. Merry flushed. “I work in a heauty shop.” she said. “Don’t you remember that I told you so the other time I saw you.” He looked blank. He member, “Come on, be a sport! Have a drink,” he insisted, picking up the glass beside her plate. didn't re- she talks to you! - If to me, I'd wallop he “You keep your tongue between your teeth, you young sprout!” Moms ‘answered, with a swift change of mood. “Of course, the poor child wants a wedding. Every girl does, and I'm going to see that she has one if I have to take in boarders.” Her eyes became thoughtful, and she belonged she finished her breakfast in silence, “We could take someone in. Helen's room is empty,” she mur- mured, as if to herself. “I think I'll put an ad in the paper.” “And after Cassie’s married we can rent her room, too!” cried the helpful Jinny. She began to pile up the break- fast dishes, and as she carried them to the sink she began to sing a song she had picked up some- where. “Young men went. “One for you, and one for Sue, “And a little fat one for me!” The next week Moms rented Helen's old room to a lodger. And he was little and fat like the one in Jinny's song. His name was Hefflinger, and he was a press agent for a road show. He paid Moms six dollars a week for his room, and he was hardly ever in ft. “I hate having a stranger in the house,” whined Jinny, who would have loved it if Mr. Hefflinger had been young and handsome instead of stout and middle-aged. “I hate it, too,” agreed ‘but Cassie’s going to have wedding!"” lodgers, three,” it Moms, her P She had it, and it was a beauti- |A sports Frock Then she twinkled Impisily up “Well, of course, I'd have the|at Bill Erskine. *“What are you money to pay for it, myself, if I|going to bring me next time ¥o hadn't given you every cent I've |come, Big Bill?" she asked him, made for the last two months!” [laying a caressing finger on the| she sald, giving her coffee cup [Pearls that gleamed against her| a push that upset it on the table- [Deck. cloth. “I'm getting pretty sick of (TO BE CONTINUED) supporting this family, let me ten | What did Merry receive from you! Tl be glad to get out and Bil Erskine? Why does Merry let you shift for yourselves!" want to borrow money? Read to- The Pet-| FASHIONS By Sally Milgrim of Heavy Cre Combines a Flattering Color to accidents. R e T ke 1915, ths yoar 6 ihe geeat fuiuenzn | (‘“F“,'TI,,}.‘I!,T,”V\’,:”‘ STORY |"unon't make me drink alone— |ghe added sharply. “She has just|ful one. _ ¢ s epldemic, we see that the death rate [ 11 00 the box was a big bunch |23 10 fun.” ho added about as much chance of keeping| For a week beforehand, Cassie Scheme With an Effective [is dropning rather rapidly. ~This o, 115ide e box was a bl bureh| But for the third tme Merry|mo away from Derrick Jones s land Moms polished every plece of e |means’ that the span of human 1ife |y o ljes wings, as Merry lifted {shook her head. r"mlms ‘-jlmm“ {they have of keeping Mary Pick- |silver in the house. They rubbed s 2 L | e {them out. 3 [ o giie ey exene ool poNs o out |ford out of the movies!” up the furniture. They washed the [ rhe sports costume sketched tod i shasbeenadded to| “uon, but aren't they scrump- el e e s il e i china, the mirrors and the pleture day js a wearable model of heavy this life span in the United States n . ALy BT s she said. knew ) he r was | frames. % L e b Rl D SR o Imvll Blllfswrllowed ihissHauoriat one | rade up: They shoved all the chairs in the oy oy :3,3"“11:1,;?»“;,1\?1‘g f::r?;tzd'er':; |rying up to see what it was that |century. A child born today may be |"PUIREd nose down Inlo helr ey (1P and began to sing a littio | “Yes that's sol” Jinny rétorted, |Ilving room against the wall 10 pyq glenaef e {mmyaneg, i expected to reach the age of 86 [TEFHTE Tt e MY jontknow- e ‘]‘",‘ior b ;”;',a.”" &2 ],‘: S20§ shoking " out. Mer stackings —and |weke room for.the wedding pres- |gpy, . finished with a red border ang A soft-shelled crab,” replied Jim- |vears, while the child born in 1850 [T/ ., [Fie Joakter araund B e Y nangingathom s overiitio) fooat el enty st imiapted Lol ome. RN R wip S iotie o rt i Oxt o e AR KL my. “Just touch him and you'll see fhad a life expectancy of only 40" g ' b 0 ¢ ads hertHink (DRSS On the faces of the women |ped. “I suppose she thinks a girl |and crystal from Morley Kaufman's ;... hat he hasn't v hard shell.” = SR OENO s endey |Dear them. He smiled at one or two jcan entertain her boy friend by |wealthy friends. _An old clock 14 Tia' “fattart 1 |1t wae small rab and Danny t | “Phis tncveass 1n e span of ite 1a | °F & WeAdlIE—0f & WEIE S o s [of them. ISiiiine tadge: tor® turitng S on tui | tromiGranambtHer Tocke (A, smoks | fe o o0 AoCiias (FAVERTbIC SE0 Nast ventured to touch it. Sure |seeinall countriesthat have avlonb‘ r\t‘lv‘ of sunlight streaming l.l(fll%h “Just little drink,” he sang |radio ‘for him!! But you just flip |ing stand from Derrick Jones. % sr‘?\mm: is # Al:lrll\t and nnusu@]) [enotgh, it was soft, There Was n0/|ea modern standards - of Tiving-and |Sained-glass andoys ol an el oty it from me, that. doesn’t work = any |Maxfield Parrish painting from |Sffective trimming on theratieice e el gt . whoRE IHERIRE ot ceaiation. Candiwhich Dave) or-|oauxed Wit wiite s bridel TIOMESERA st ailittla drink Imore! You pet ’em nowadays or |Helen and Bill Hepworth. [gonsiating of a printed design o claws were perfectly ganized heaith departmehts that are |18 thete, — S ot they go where the petting is!” |~ Stercy’ ‘Had her. vellow organdy|fotiristie fish ~ swimmidg: “horigg |There was no pinch in LionlnE ettty STt i ot | wan when il atiopear S B aos iRy itileidridt, Thus crudely did Jinny Locke, |dress, and Jinny had a new white |20ntally across the front = Whis I her th f a June day she had| . i 3 | A R o = o) i o day)l Aqueske) Din=i| csen ivi Ehove cofiifrics Which do Hot | Lor nosncLOf 1 anJlng Ces had | wany little drink, at the age of sixteen, sum up that |georgetie cre {in red, with occasional touches o Ufhat tHIR fallow Rever wiilihave |kaye thass ad finets ta dipillzation. ¢ |APERE 1N he wooda s with, ony| Fiiny fittleiqtink, ‘h makes the world go 'round!| Moms orde a plain black |Siate blue: It is arresting, chic ang i SRTIC1|kh huee. orhdna BUVEN Frot: dbbd tra ARt Fatstotiygiin| oo nes EIeinad ffotnd iasime ool SEURIL o 8 “And, anyway, she went on, |chiffon from the dressmaker who |a Nice change from the stereotypeq lseen?" cliy.compare with that of others? |ETOWIng near the stone slab where | Ije stopped suddenly, and jerked |vigorously brushing her red hair |made Cassie’s fvory satin, printed patterns. Jimmy Skunk's eves twinkled. | (SRR ESDMRE |they had their lunch, and had pis glance back to Merry. |with & pair of military brushes.| “We may as well do the thing| A dress of this character is a [“No,” said he, “I don’t mean to say | The chart shows the death rate pinned them on her drses. She | upjile Sister,” he said shortly. |“And, anyw Derrick doesn't {up right, as long as we're doing it |indispensable part of one's —mid N The kind. Tnis fellow |from all causes for cvery 1000 popu- |stil had them, pressed and dried. juyou're a bum sport. Come on, [know the meaning of the word |atall” she said sensibly. “We can |S€ason wardrol It should be ac never will have a hard shell. But if |lation. |under the paper that lined her 10D fjo1's go! 1'm sick of this! ‘quit’ in Chinese—Listen!” She [pay for it, afterward. After all, [companied by a small hat of fei {he were not such good eating, or if — dresser drawer at home. , | Without a word Merry got UD held up a slim forefinger. Cassle can't go Into the Kaufmap [OF crochet straw in the same fo he hadn't been caught, he would in | . Jnr\ "r';illl “I];omax:k:u‘ n"lo'" ‘m“('\: land followed him out of v)wlcrohu-] Outside there was the hum of a |family like a pauper!” m;uo red ,\'hz\rl]«: :.lbI the skirt ang time have had a hard shell.” M f h F 1 jon? x e Janked R IOuC led, smoke-filled room. She laughed (high-powered car, then Cassie’'s| Bill Erskine came on to be |trimming on the blouse. “Are you going to eat him?” de- enus for the Family {the flowers that lay on her lap. |4 him as he stood in the cloak |voice calling ‘Goodnight; and the |Morley's best man, bringing Merry's| In the matter of foofxuar ! manded Danny. | ——— { In the twilight he was looking at |.oom waiting for the hat he had [tap-tap of her high heels on the |pearls with him. |would suggest efther strappe “I certainly replied Jimmy. nd suited the action to the word. “I suppose.” said Danny thought- fully, “that it was because he was so small that he had a soft shell. “No,” replied Jimmy prompt nothing of the kind. Big crabs are \e same way sometimes. They have {o get out of their hard shells in or- der to grow. So once or twice a year they shed their shells and grow new ones. 1t is when they shed their shells that they are called soft-shell- ed crabs. Didn't you ever see a cat- erpillar grow by shedding its skin?" psey replied Danny, “but a skin lis one thing and a shell is another. How can one of those fellows get {out of his shell? Do you mean to tell me.that he gets every bit out, legs |and pincers and everything?” | “so I'm told,” replied Jimm “and I guess i’s so, because I've found the empty shells lots of times When crab gets ready to leave his old shell the shell cracks in cer- tain nd the crab squeezes himself Then he keeps hidden as much possible until the new shell hardens, because when it is soft, fish and other creatures. in- cluding men, are all the time look- ing forit. I've seen those two-legged creatures called men take home of soft-shelled crabs. are called Blue Crabs. That Blue Crab you saw, and it is ‘rab that is considered en it is soft-shelled . by T. W. Burg Funny Crab places out hasketsful They syright, 1 story: “A he next Town." HE a Girl of Today IT 1S DISHONORABLE TO LISTEN i1 cc eling a bit obinson He seeme o AV T the time sinece 1 morning. I reaily had muet ore respect for him than for Doctor Flint, whom I knew to he ¢ s¢ n who would sacrif for money and a certain nding with s em ployer. Pointedly 1y from the doctor and lirect to Mr Robinson, * stay any long or I said for evider I will he quite in the if you wish to con- il with Doc Plint 1 turned to go with ing sp to have that L and 1 14 p Mr. R nson as long as Much to 1 however, Mr Ttotinson &aid s Dean, will yon step Into my office and wait. T will be down immediately, and I want to rn S T RG— e A AP B . vt S T35 ROWN WAY my head. Whatever Mr. omission or commission. I bowed Robinsons' vas always a gentleman, As T left room I heard Docjor Flint say angrily, “Why did you ac vl t r hands you had knowledge to that at bottle fn you I stopped quickly Just outside the door. 1 knew it not honorable do so, but T told myself that the I had determined upon was ynorable either, and that 1 was hing to allow anything to inter- with my getting that money for little Joan. was poor “T didn’t see that T could do liffe rently, Flint,” T heard Mr. Rob. wily, T was never so shocked in my life as when after 1 had glibly told Miss Dean that Miss was suffering from fit to have her thrust that my hands and express that poor Martha had £he told me she had floor beside any inson say we epileptic e into opinfon taken poison picked it up Whe the from the dian’t tell me, Flint, you {that Miss Dean was up there when | an her closely, his thick mouth smil- | — Apple sauce, cereal ling good naturedly. raisins, crisp’ broiled | “where's your ring tonight, wheat toast, milk, cof- | (s Sist he asked suddenly “Did you forget to wear it?" Me shook her head, and her dimples flashed in and out as she |smiled back at him. Breakfast cooked with bacon, whole fee. Luncheon — Macaroni baked with | lettuce sandwiches, . berries, milk Lit- Dinner — Vegetable dinn jel-1 «“No. T gave it back to the man lied fruit salad, cheese cups, graham |who gave it to me,' she said light- | bread, milk, coff Hy. “After T met you I just couldn't A vegetable dinner 2 delightful | way to be economical as well as | thoughtful for one's family’s health. v engaged to him, could 12" They daughed and Bill patted her | | hand. | The modern cure for many ills 1S | “you still are engaged, aren't | effected through *dieting” and very |you?” le asked after amoment. | |often this excludes meat from our | *No, of course, I'm not” Me menus. Most of the best restaurants | answered. “I realy did give ba serve a “vegetable platter” and con- |ihe ring. 1 got to thinking things:| siderable skill is shown in their ar- |oyer, and I decided T didn't want ngement. Color is of some Import- |to get married.” | ance since this determines the beau- | “Wise kid!" said Bill approving- | ty of the dish. The texture and flav- {1y, “There are betfer things for | or of the vegetables must be con- g girl than getting married. Plenty | important. 1 sidered since variety ls of ’em, too! Especially when she's | Also the method of cooking must |pretty fand young like you, Little | be thought of. One vegetable i8 |Sister! You ought fo have the butte; one med, one baked |world at your feet for the mext five and another fried or steamed. There | vears! i is one detail to guard against—Dbe | Merry looked down at her little | sure none of the vegetables are 00 |feet and said nothing | /moist. The cream sauce should be | I don't know w single couple lsmooth and ereamy, not runny, and |¢ appily married, nt | buttered vegetable quite dry be- fon, his cigar glowing rosily again: fore buttering. |the dusk. “All the ones 1 know | Vegetable Dinner |tight like Kilkenny cats! | Gren pea timbales, creamed car- | he laughed suddenly—'say, T'll bet | rots, new potatoes in parsiey butter. [that bird of yours went crazy when | I broiled tomatoes. vou sent back his ring. didn’t he? | e dinner is planned to be on in- | “Merry frowned. She didn't like dividual plates from the Kitchen. A /{o hear the man beside her call timbale is placed in the center of \Tony Gaines “that bird.”” Her af- {cach plate and the remaining vege- | fairs were none of his business, | tables used at a border in groups. ejther. | | Green Pea Timbales Where are we going tlonight?" | One and one-half cups pea puree. she asked coldly rlespoons melted butter, 2 eggs, | 2t's go to the Blue Admiral |2 tablespons milk, 3-4 teaspoons [{nn again,” said Bill I've been |<alt, 2 or 3 drops onion juice, 1-8 tea- | thinking of that fried chicken ev since that Sunday when Morley | ‘&r\um\ pepper. |thought, when she had left him and ecked. He was scowling darkly. |porch below. “You're a crab!” she told him | Jinny gave a sharp glance at the |before the wedding, when he and | blithel “No wonder you're a battered alarm clock on the|Morley stopped in on their bachelor! No girl would marry |dresser. to Morley's bachelor dinner at the u, you old sorehead!” “Almost one o'clock!" said she. |Swinnerton hotel. When they were balfway home| “It's all right for her to trail in| “Here they are, Little Sister,” | he surprised her by sliding over |at any old time. But when I do|he said to her. They the seat towards her, and taking lit, it's a different kind of bedtime |ing alone in the twiiight of the her in his big arms. “Little Sister,” he sald, *I apol- | ogize to you! You're a darned nice little kid and I shouldn't have urged you to take a drink!™ He kissed her. “I'm going away tomorrow, She's elght years older than |you, Jin” Merry reminded her, |'and she's been going with Morley |Kaufman for a long time. Jinny's stralght eyebrows but {up a half inch, shot Tl be back soon,” his heavy voice | “Yes, and that's all the good it went on in the warm darkness. |does her!” she returned snappily. “I'll write to you, too. And would [“He'll never marry her, it she lives you like it if 1 sent you some more |a hundred years, flowers?” “Flowers?" ask If he wanted to, |he'd have done it years ago.” ‘ In her own mind, Merry agreed ¢ Merry., Her voice dragged on the word, with her. “I guess you'd rather have She was sure that Morley Kauf- candy.” Bill said quickly. man was not the “marrying kind.” he shuddered daintily. ever |She figured him for the gun-shy glve a girl candy. Bill,” she sald, |sort of bachelor that Bill Erskine “it makes us fat. Don't you know that?"” | was—fearful lest some sweet young {thing slip up behind him and lasso She stopped for an Instant. |him with a wedding ring. “There is one thing that T really| And so the next morning she would like,” she began, and then [was not prepared for the news stopped again. that Cassie broke to them at the “Oh, but I mustn't tell you what |breakfast table, between sips of it is” she said shyly. coffee and bites of buttered toast. “Perfume?” d Bill. “Slk | “Well, girls” she sald, “I've put stockings? Gloves? Books? “Books, oh, you make me laugh.” it over. I'm going to Kaufman in October parry Morley trilled Me: T1l tell you what it | Tt was no secret in the bosom of is that T want. T broke my string |the Locke family that Cassie had of pearl beads the other day, all [been trying to get Morley to the over the sidewalk. 1 feel so bare |“sticking point” for years, They without them,” her hand stroked |had all talked it over behind her the whiteness of her neck. “If you [hack, many times, really want to give me something. “He's the only man T've ever give me pearls. “If he can afford white violets in August, he ought to send me a pret- ty respectable string of pearls,” she {secn that T really want,” she, her- self, had said time and time again. “And if T can land him, I'm_ going to!" Nobody knew whether it Morley or Morley's money that was house alone. ot was going up to the It will take about 1 1-2 pounds of took us out there for dinner |“One with a platinum clasp. 1 (tracted her. Probably both, Merry peas in the pod to make the puree. | Merry gave his huge bulk 2 !gould think.” had declded. =y Cook peas until tender in as little | glance that he did not see | 5 % e Bubiibs, 1ooking at. Cexste; NG |water as possible, letting the water |” The ~ Blue Admiral Inn w There was a light in the lower |wasnt so sure about that. |cook away. Rub through a sieve. |paclked, when they got there. Peo- |pqay, There was a softness and a Beat eggs until light. Beat in re- |ple sat with their faces close to- | uJg that you, Jinny,” Moms' voice |gweeiness in Cassie’s face thar | maining ingredients and turn into |gether over the Hitle tables, chat-|cajed anxiously from upstairs as [hadn't been there before—the look six buttered timbale molds or cus- |fering and laughing. [ Merry unlocked the door. of a woman who knows thata tard cups. Place in a pen of hot | FHere and there a match flared [~y Moms," she called, . “iS lmah Adores Her and wanisitier: SX water, cover with buttered paper |white against the mellow gold |yrory She went out'into the |look that is partly dreamy shyness | and bake abont twenty-five minutes [1ight that cagme from the lamps on 'yitohen for a drink of water, still [and partly high triumph. " {n'a moderately hot oven. Unmold 0 [the walls. A pale blue cloud of |thinking about Bill Erskine. allie ‘gaing to He: my.mglasnt ve. cigaret smoke hung like a chiffon | “mne violets were a little wilied ihonor,” she snid _suddenly to (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, |veil over the seated crowd. The |punch on her breast now. She un- “and Bill Frskine's going room smelled of perfume, of pow- dered flesh, of food and tobacco. The musi throbbed in it like the beating of great wings, and one by one, the couples drifted out onto the gleaming yellow floor. “Want to danc Little Sister? Bill Erskine asked when they had | |tound their own little corner table, Inc.) 'SORENESS 'ANY SKIN of Infants, Children and Adults 'pinned them and tossed them into the waste basket under the sink, When she came back, Moms was standing in the hall. The light above her head cast queer shadows on her face, and she looked tired and worried. “Twelve!™ {Ing over her to be Morley's best man.” She crossed her arms tablecloth, and outlined the plans for the wedding she had been dreaming of for the last four years. “We'll have the wedding here at home,” she began, “and we'll have the house decorated with autumn leaves and yellow chrysanthemums. on the she exclaimed. shoulder at glane- the old Merry looked at him and shook |ejck that stood on the sthir land- |We'll have yellow candles on the her head with its deep waves of |jng “Now where do yon suppose [tables, and have the sandwiches molten gold, hair. She didn’t want |Jinny can be. at this hour?” she |tied up with yellow ribbon. And to dance. Not with him, at any |nsked, with a little quaver in her |Merry, you'll wear & yellow organdy rate. He was too fat | votce. | Arben, anies “I'l bet he bounces like a rnl--‘ “Where did she go?" “And who's going to pay for all ber ball’ ‘she said to herself, look- | “Out with Derrick Jones,” Moms [this yellow?” Moms broke in ing at him with eyes that were |replied. ‘They started for the pic- (harshly. from her end of the table. | bright and happy again. Music and |ture show about half past eight.” |[“It's all we can do now to keep a * |a crowd went to her head like wine, |8he parfcd the dotted Swiss cur- [roof over our heads without spend- l.\'ounn; Gives Such Quick Relief! |always. Excitement was the breath |talns that was stretched over the 'ing a small fortune on a fancy T He gave them to her the night sitting room. “Each pearl a dollar | —each pearl a kiss—" He broke off, and kissed her on the back {of her neck as he fastened the clasp that held them. When he was gone Merry un- fastened them and looked at the clasp. _ 1t was platinum, just as she had hoped it would be. And not only was it platinum, but platinum studded with tiny chip diamonds. She was delighted with it, It was the first bit of expensive jewelry she had ever had in her life—except the old-fashioned ring that Tony Gaines pearl had given her. | She tried not to think of Tony | Gelnes the next afternoon at five o'clock, as she stood beside o in her white robe and her long white veil that fell in clouds to her silver slippers. But the thought of him came into her mind and stayed there all through the long, solemn marriage service, If only it were she who was = standing therc in Cassie's place, with Tony Gaines beside her! She gave a deep sigh one but Bill Erskine heard. grinned at her and winked. “Wedding made you a little blue, |didn't it?” he asked her when they were sittigg side by side having | supper, an hour later. Merry nodded. “Moms always | says a wedding is sadder than a funeral,” she answered, smiling up at him. Bill deposited a huge spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. “Moms said it!” he declared. “T hate ‘em! I bet I've been best man for a dozen of my friends. Not one of ’em happily married, either! Believe me, I'll mnever be anything but the best man, either! 1 wouldn't marry Miss America herself!" Merry gave him from her beautiful eyes. think he was such a wonderful catch, she wondered? Didn't he know he was fat and awkward, and had pouches under his eyes and tiny veins in his nose? “You never know what you'll do.” was all she said quietly, and there was honeyed sweeiness in her voice. “What a stunning woman Mor- ley's mother 1s,” she went on softly, looking across the room at the black-gowned woman whose lack hat set off her snow-white hair and pink cheeks. Beside her sat Morley's sister, Murfel. A slim dark creature with | dead-white skin and lips that were painted a bright nasturtium red. She was marvelously dressed In that no He a scornful look Did he lof white kid or lizard |-colored kid pumps trimmed way |narrow bands of a darker leaths Iblue swim across the white front of this smart were stand- [der and pleated skirt red., red chitfon. “If 1 had clothes like hers, I'd or t Futuristic fish in rved and slat blouse. The bor are tomat sports TREE-TOD STORIES THE FAIRIES’ GOODNIGHT MILY was in bed. She was- n't ready to go to sleep, so she watched the Dark fill the corners, and the places under the table and chairs. Every- thing was very still and soft in the room. Then she heard a gentle rust- ling near the window. The white curtain was pushed out into the room . ...and Emily felt & soft breath against her cheek. “The Fairies have come to tell me Goocnight!” she said happily. “And now théy are gone. 0! 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