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Quicksands of Love ‘Adele Garrison ’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife —— Lilllan and Madge Plan to Frustrate Edith's Maneuver. 1 stared at Lillian curiously as she told me that she would wager “Edith would not unsheathe her claws again for & month.” “So I am not mentally unblanced when I suspect that all this plan of Edith's was merely a—" I hesitated and Lillian finished my sentence with gusto. “A put up job of the dear thing's | own concoction!” she answered. “Of course it was, and a darned smooth to ask you. You can bet the seven- teenth Tun in a guaranteed silk stocking that the sch:me she out- lined to Dicky was a very different one from the plan she put up to you. Who so sweet and humble as our Edith as she descanted upon your wonderful memory and general ability, and the aid you could render the new magazine would you but consent to spend some of your time down there — time of course value- less as compared to her precious moments, and now absolutely wasted by you with Katie here to relieve you of all domestic dutie ot that she ever put those last inferences in words, but you can bet Dicky got 'em just the same .Then when she had sold him the scheme and subtly planted the belief that he would be a much abused soul if you refused, she handed you an offer that no self reepecting dog would have taken. Now she can trot back to Dicky- bird with the information that you absolutely have refused to aid him at this critical period of his for- tunes. You can imagine the effect upon him."” “He'll Be Here Before Long.” “I can imagine it, but the picture doesn't affect me in the least,” I in- terposed. Lilllan shot a keen glance at me, and I knew she had noted the tre- mor which I could not quite keep out of my voice. “I hope you stay in that frame of she commented a bit acidly, “because you sure are going to see one perfectly good husband put through a sausage machine when I t hold of him, which ought to be |soon.” She answered my startled with a gamin-like grin. “Oh! he'll be here, armed to the teeth before very long,” she retorted. “‘What do you mean’ and ‘HoW could you treat Edith that way when he was only trying to do us a favor?' and ‘Have you no considera- tion for the future uf our venture?' and so on, ad infinitum and ad nau- am. The Dicky-bird always goes on ath with a gun in each claw der his wings. But the chance to frisk look It land two extra I ask | him.” Despite my anger and humiliation I could not help laughing at her, she was so militant in her threats. You may do anything you like, | T told her. “Frankly, I haven't the | slightest desire to talk to him.” “You Were a Wise Child.” “But you'll have to,” she retorted, long enough for him to get off his chest the version Edith has given him, That's important, because we {don't know yet just how much in- genui e has. I wouldn't give her | much above passing upon any intel- |ligence test, but you never can tell. |T don’t want you to answer him any |more than you can help, and when he's finally exhausted his ammuni- tion, T want you to inform him in your loftiest lady Vere de Vere man- ner that Edith is an anointed liar and that your old side-kick, Lil is prepared to prove that fact at once |Then summon me, and I'll lay down a barrage from which no scheme oncocted by Edith Fairfax can es- When he's beaten to his knees. I'll turn him over to you, and you can complete the pulverizing process | by telling him of your plan to take e wi |afraid you inadvertently and pre- |maturedly would mention it to Edith that T was all ready to shout ‘Mur- |at the first hint of so fatal an in- discretion. But you were a wise child and before many hours, I hope you'll get a reward for your self-control.” Copyright, 1926, by Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. When a Lobster Can't Pinch By Thornton W. Burgess Where'er you go, you'll find it true, The one you fear i§ fearful, too. —Old Mother Nature. When Barker the Seal advised Reddy Fox that if he wanted to get a lobster at its best to eat, to get it when it had no shell, Reddy prompt- ly thought that Barker was making fun of him. “Say that again,” said he. Barker said it again, Reddy looked down at the lobster at his feet. If ever there was anybody in wholly protected it was that lob- ster. “When does a lobster have shell?”" inquired Reddy. “When he has outgrown his old no lobster have » inquired Reddy no one and is waiting for harden,” replied Barke “What becomes of his old onc inquired Reddy. “Oh, he leaves around,” said Barker Reddy looked at the lobster's big claws, Then he looked over at Bark- er. “What about those big demanded Reddy. Barker pretended not to u stand. “Well, what about them inquired “Do you expect me to believe that anybody with big hard-shelled claws like those changes his shell?” de- manded Reddy. Barker laughed. “It doesn’t make new one it kicking elessly. " he to | |the least teeny weeny bit of differ- ence to me, Brother Fox, whether you believe it or not. I'm just tell- ing you something that is so, and [you're not believing it won't make the least bit of difference to the nex lobster that wants to change his shell. Wil you please - tell me, | Brother Fox, how you think a lob- |ster could grow without getting rid of his old shell every so often, and getting a new one?” This was too much for Reddy. The more he thought it over, the more clear it became that a lobster inside a hard shell couldn’t grow any more than to fill that shell out. But it was just as hard for him to see how it was possible for a lobster to get |out of his shell. “Have you ever seen a lobster out of his shell?” he asked. Barker smacked his lips. “T should say I have,” said he. “Just talking about it makes me hungry. I have a motion to look around un- der the sea-weed around these rock and see if I can find one right now. “Wait a minute! Wait a minute!” cried Reddy. “If you please, how does a lobster get out of his shell?” “Oh, he does it casily enough,” re- plied Barker carclessly. “Some of those joints become soft and he draws those claws back through them. Then the shell cracks in cer- tain places and he draws himself out. Then he hides. You sce, there are a lot of fish that are tickled to death to find Big Claw out of his shell, not to mention some of the rest of us. He can’t protect himself |at all then. He has claws, but he can’t pinch. Old Big Claw just lies low until he gets a new shell. Then, if he 1s any size at all, he doesn't [care much who finds him.” “How long is it after he leaves old shell before he can safely move about and come out of hid- ir inquired Reddy, “Oh, about a wei Barker. “It only kes long for his new shell to harden “Can pinch then?” inquired Reddy ‘Can he " replied about that * exclaimed Bark- Well. just let a get hold of one of in one of his claws and think about pinch- pinc he pinch! r lobste er. “Can | good 1 your | s you |ing.” (Copyrig | Does “Why Big Claw Leg Miss a HER-OWN WAY ~ FRIEND back JUDY'S NEW Although I hud hung had almost pushed me t car. “Judy,” he Jerry rd his aid, “do you } you have made an enemy for some reason of that man at The Circle. You're altogether nd lent. Don't you know, that the worst place in the world for a girl like you who has no one to protect her, no one to stand back of her, is a big, cruel city like t g 8 * Whure are you £o intarrupted. Wherever you ansyored quickly “I'm so tired 1 mysel? saying un “Judy, let the country T don trouhis yon have been in, but 1 ha a shiewd notion that 1t coicerns Miaa Meredith, Whatever it is, your fsen is pale and drawn, and vour cywa are set in great deep circles. Tgh me take vou outggomeswhere e you can forget, Jpdy. 10w 100 jear, is one g Jerry?” 1 Pt * I found breath we I G know what he into | a Girl of Today your work my beck know you around all “But, Jerry, you huve You cannot t tl time. 1 tagging me all n call “You Kk w ry well that T've been at ever since the However, 1 you have done much beckoning. 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I'll go with you if you will take Joan Mere- dith with us.” Jerry's face clouded. “I don’t know her, Judy. I've seen her many times and always avoided her. Youknow I don't care tor soclety girls.” But you'll like Joan immediately,” 1 answered. “I did. Jerry, I've only known her about 48 hours, and it seems to me that I have known and loved her better than anyone else in all my life.” Better than Mimie ot better, but in y,” I answered. (Copyright, 1926, N he asked. a different Service, Inc.) TOMORROW—Judy Is Still Nervous FASHIONS By Sally Milgrim of tones Agnes adapted this hat | with inserts of velvet in | brown from the African turban. D TO-NIGHT TOMORROW Qffilcflr : A Vegeab]e Relief § For Constipation H Nature's Remedy (AR Tab- lets) a vegetable laxative with a pleasant, near-to- nature action. Relieves and prevents biliousness, constipation and sick headaches. Tones and strengthens the digestion znd assimilation. 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At she fails in her bysiness | course, to the great dissappointment Moms, her ambitious mother. when her father dies, she a job in Lillie Dale’s behuty shop. At that time she is having the first real love affair of her life. The man in the case is Tony Gaines, a lawyer who wants to marry s ir engagement is broken when Tony finds out that Merry goes {out with other men on nights when he does not her. Later Merry he; that he is going to marry a | rl in Montana, where he has gone to live. Helen, marries kes see the oldest of the sisters, and settles down. Cassie, the second sister, marries her rich | employer, Morley Kaufman. She leads a whipped-cream-and-chiffon existence, and Merry decides that a | | wealthy husband is the only kind to have. Through Cassie she meets Bill | Erskine, a bachelor. She hecomes engaged to him, but he keeps put- |ting off the date for the wedding. { Finally, after a year and a half, he and Merry quarrel when she lets Les Pu a married man, come to see her. Jinny, the voungest sister, elopes with Derrick Jones, who lives next | door, Moms rents two of the empty |bedrooms in the house—one to Lillie |Dale, and the other to Mr. Hef- | flinger, who travels for a road show. She shows signs of being attracted by Mr. Hefflinger, as the months go by For several weeks after her quar- rel with Bill Erskine, Merry hears nothing from him. In the meantime she sees Cabby Marsh, with whom Morley's sister, Muriel Kaufman, is !in love, and lunches with him. She | |feels that she is getting even with | Muriel, who had tried to “high-hat” | her. Then one afternoon Les comes the shop, tells her that his wife has been having him “shadowed” and is going to name her os co-re- | spondent in her divorce plca He and |Merry go to her flat to try to ex- | plain’ that Merry is not in love with | |him, only.to find that she has just been rushed to the hospital after trying to commit suicide. Merry goes home to' ask Mom's advice in her trouble, but Moms is full of her own affairs, “I'm going to marry Mr. Hefflinger next he announces before Merry word. |we ell, has time to say (ROW GO ON WiTH THE CHAPFER XLVI Merry heard what Moms said. But too dazed to take it in. She stood staring at her mother's | face with wide, unseeing eyes for a moment, Then she half-stumbled across the room and sank down on | body Brussels” carpet at her STORY) she w feet “Oh, Moms!” sle sped. “Oh, [3oms! The most horrible thing has happened! The most terrible thing!—" Her voice seemed to stick in her throat and she could get no | further. Her mother gave her a keen, searching look, and put her mend- ing basket and Mr. Hefflinger's socks down on the table beside her. She leaned forward and took the girl's cold, trembling hands in her | hard ones. “Go on, my dear,” she said, more gently than Merry had ever known her to speak. “What happen- ed?” Merry's teeth were chattering and her slender body was shaking all over as if she had a violent chill. It took all of Mom's urging to get the story from her —the story of Nonie Purcell. She told it slowly and jerkily, as it she had to drag the words out from the very depths of her being. Her eyes were turned away from her mother, and fastened on the fire that glowed in the grate a few feet away. “Les has gone to the hospital she finished, “and 1 came straight home to ask you what to do about lit. You 'see, T haven't ‘dome any- thing wrong. 1 didn’t try to vamp y from his wife. He wasn't living witn her whe. T met him!” She turned to look at her mother. But Moms' face was set and her eyes were accusing. “You played with fire — that what you did,” she said grimly. “You say that Lillie told you months ago this man was married, Then why did you keep on going with him — anl letting him come her? Right here to your own house!” She got up, brushed some threads from her dress, and kicked at the dylng fire with her foot Merry watched her dully. She had come home for help and svmpathy that she craved and she was only in for a good scolding, insteac ! “But Moms, you don't seem to get | the point,” she said, pleadingly. “If the story gets into the newspapers —or even if it doesn't, and Bill Ers- hears about it — he'll never ry me. Never!” | Moms sniffed. She looking |into the mirror of the mantel-pi Inow, and patting her hair into shape | with her hands. “My goodness. T seen the last' of Bill Ers |ago!” she returned. course, 1 never pry into your affairs any more, since you take such pains to hide everything from me. But Liliie tells me things! She told me that Vou were on some kind of a ‘bat’ with ne the last time he was |here — and that you haven't had a | word from him since! Not a word!" She turned from the mirror and faced her daughter. “And let me tell l\-uu something that you don’t know, she went on sternly. “It isn't the girl who goes out on ‘bats’ with a man who marries him! Not once In a hundred times! The girl® who gets marricd iz some $weet little stay-at- home who {hinks that cork tips.are something that go on the end .of pencils. You're not like your sisters, Merry. You're not like Helen and Cassie and Jinny. There's a gild streak in you— “In ME?" Merry almost shrieked. “In me? Why, what do 1 ever do but sit fn that beauty shop from the crack of dawn until dark every has kine ma was you'd e weeks |bracelet that I THE PETTER (lllustrated and Copyrighted by Johnson Features, Inc., 1819 Broadway, New York City) day of my life?” Moms .shrugged her square shoulders. “Well, you seem to get in quite a lot of mischief, just sit- ting in a beauty shop — if that's all you do!” she answered sarcastic- ally. “You were e¢ngaged to Tony Gaines — as fine a young man as any woman could wish for a son-in- law! And you lost him because of your carrying-on with Erskine, didn’t you Merry did not answer. “And Erskine has been promis- ing to marry you for over a year,” her mother went on. “You'd have been married to him long ago if you'd known how to manage him. If you'd kept your head up. But no! Not you! You've borrowed money from him, you've been drunk with him, you've kept that diamond told you to send back to him! You've made yourself cheap and common from the begin- ning to the end! And now vou're going to cap the climax by being dragged into a filthy divorce case!” She paced up and down the little lamp-lit room, wriggling her hands as if she were beside herself. “My daughter — breaking up an- other woman's home!"" she moaned as if she were talking to herself. “I keep telling you that I didn’t break up her home!” Merry cried. “I tell you I never knew that that par- lor snake had a wife, until the other night! T don't want him—" “You don't know what you want any more!” Mom broke in, frantical- You've got so many men on the |string that you don’t know one from the other any more!"” “You make me laugh! I wish I did have them!” Merry snapped at her, But she paid no attention. “When you feel blue, you think you're cracked about Tony Gaines!"” spreading her hands ex- as she talked. “When vou're in your sober senses, Bill rskine is the only man on earth for you — and when he's not around anybody will do. Even another wom- an’s husband, or the man who's go- ing to marry Muriel Kaufman! Any- y! Just so long as he's a man! What about yourself?” Merry ed her, stung by her words. You're getting mairied, yourself, I notice, before Dad's cold in his grave.” Moms swung around on her with a threafening look. “Don’t you tell me what I'm do- ing!"” she warned her. “I'm making a respectable marriage with a res- pectable man. I'm not dragging my good name through the mire. You get upstairs to your room.” She marched out of the room her- self, without waiting to see if Merry obeyed her or not. And a second afterward she could be heard tele- phoning for a taxicab. When she came down again, with her hat and coat on, Lillie Dale was just coming in. “Where are you going, Sadie?” Merry heard her ask, and Moms murmured something in a low tone. Then. she appeared in the door- way of the sitting room, where Mer- ry was still huddled on the floor in front of the fire. “What hospital is that woman in?” she asked, and Merry told her. She drew a deep breath of relie: She was sure that, somehow or other, Moms would get things straightened out. Moms always did. Her methods of dealing with people were the methods of a steam roller. o v But Moms did not get things straightened out, as Merry had hoped she would. She had no chance to do any- thing in the matter of Nonie Pur- cell’s divorce. For Nonie Purcell was lying unconscious in Christian hos- pital between life and death. All the’ first day Merry worried. On the second day she did not wor- ry quite so much. On the third day she thought about Nonie and Les Purcell only three or four times. For trouble never stayed with Merry Locke very long. It might threaten her, like the sword of Damocles ready to drop. But she forgot, anyway. It was her nature to forget un- pleasant things. She lived from one moment to the next, with the care- free lightness of a butterfly winging through the sunshine and rain of changeable summer. “I wonder if Purcell's wife had filed her case before she took the poison,” Lillie - remarked thought- fully one noon when they were making their cocoa and sandwiches in the room behind the shop. “I guess not,” Merry answered, easily, “or I'd have heard about it.” Then a shadow crossed her love- face. osh ly all hemlock, wasn't she a fool to take acid!” she exclaimed, spreading a piece of bread with pimento cheese, “It must have burn- ed her face {erribly. I wonder if she’ll be searred.” As Merry saw it, that would have been the most dir: misfortune. To lose a husband was bad enough. But to lose one's beauty! That surely would be the blackest of misfor- tunes! She stroked her own satiny skin with the tips of her soft fingers. “Mmmm~—I'd hate to have any- thing happen to my looks,” she sighed, and lifted her cup of cocoa to her mouth. On the other side of the table Lillie was watching her with cold There was a queer little scorn- ful twist to her lips. “Honestly,” she blurted out at last, ‘*;ou have about as much hu- man feeling as a Perslan kitten, Merry Locke. 1 guess the only thing that you ever think about is your tooks, and the men who fall for them.” That afternoon she sent Merry downtown to order some new ster- ilizérs for her combs and brushes. 1t was a clear, ¢old day. The kind of day that brings out all the new fall clothes. Merry thought - how - ‘pretty the women looked, as they hurried past her, with their fresh faces and their smart hats and furs, Many of them looked at her as they passed, and almost every man did. Men always gave Merry Locke a second glance. She was well worth it. At the corner of Fir street and Platt avenue she bumped into Cab- “ By Beatrice Burton AuthormBound," *“HER MAN” by Marsh, Or rather, he bumped intb her before he saw who she was. Then he caught her by the arm and stopped her. “You wouldn't pass up an old friend, would you?" he asked. smil- ing down into her eyes, “just be- cause you're all dressed up like the Queen of Sheba out calling on King Solomon?” Merry giggled. “So you're King Solomon!” she said gaily. “I was wondering what your name was!" “That's it,” he assured her grave- ly. #And my middle name is Money. I just put over a great big deal to- day, and we'll go out right now and celebrate it, eh wot?” She shook her head leaf-green hat. “I can't, Cabby,” she answered, still smiling up at him entrancingly. “I'm out on a job of work, and besides— “Besides what?” he asked. All the rest of her life she re- gretted that she told him why she didn't want te go anywhere with him, But she did, (TO BE CONTINUE “CAN'T WE PUT IT OFF U UMMERTIME?” BILL AS Your Health ow to Keep It— Causes of Illness in its new BY DR. HUGH S. CUMMING Surgeon General ,United States Public Health Service Walking is particularly needed by -called brain-workers, for this class, by reason of sedentary occu- pation, seldom gets the amount of exercise essential to well being. It is almost common knowledge that manual laborers, farmers, ranchmen, postmen, and those en- gaged in similar occupations are far less subject to attacks of apoplexy and various organic derangements than are brain-workers, A daily walk is better than an oc- casional one and speed of 3 miles an hour is an economical one for the human machinery, Occasionally a hill or some rough ground should be sought "so that the lungs’ may be caused to expand and’the efficiency of_the leg muscles tested. Best for Aged Elderly persons and those with or- ganic impairment should, of course, confine themselves to appropriately short and level walks, avoiding heart strain or undue exertion. A leisurely walk in the open on pleasant days, remains a most heneficial exercise for the aged. Probably the best time of the day tor a walk is after office hours and before the heavy meal of the eve- ning. At this time the mind rather than the body is fatigued. An hour’s walk does much to increase the ap- petite. disseminate the fatigue poi- sons, and fit one for sound sleep. In Morning, Too A walk in the morning following breakfast also has its devotees, for then the air is stimulating and the mind is sufficiently alert to appregi- ate naturé’s ever-changing moods. As a time for thinking or planning. a walk offers manifest advantages. No great amount of preparation is required to obtain the benefits of a walk. Of course, the shoes worn should have fairly stout soles and be comfortable. Tight and high-heeled shoes are incongruous, and can only cause discomfort. Il fitting and darned socks may also detract from the pleasure of a walk. Chilling of the body through pers- piration should be avoided by wear- ing appropriate clothing and making a change after the walk, if neces- sary. Wetting of the fect should be avoided. s Menas for tlte.Family Breakfast — Berries, cream, French toast, coffee. TLuncheon — cereal, thin syrup, milk, Cream of carrot soup, croutons. tomato and cabbage salad, brown bread, apple tapioca pudding, lemonade. Dinner—Jellied bouillon, rice loaf, creamed green beans. molded spin- ach and hard cooked egg salad, whole wheat bread, peach cream with sponge cake, milk, coffec. meat and js sure to appeal to the This dinner +is planned without | family on a®hot summer evening. | The meal is well balanced and nour- ishing. ! Since a cream soup is suggested | in the luncheon menu lemonade is planned to take the place of milk. Apple Tapioca Pudding Four tart apples, 3-4 cup sugar, 123 cup minute tapioca, 2 1-2 cups boiling water, 1-2 teaspoon salt, 1 tablespoon butter, 1-2 teaspoon cin- namon, Add salt to boiling water and stir R Ly ‘Be careful about how you fall for a girl 1 tapioca .Cook in double bofler un- til taploca is transparent. Add balf the sugar. Pare apples, cut in halve and remove cores. Arrange in a but tered baking dish with the cut sid up. Sprinkle with remaining sugar' dot with bits of butter and sprinkld with cinnamon. Pour over prepare tapioca and bake in a moderate ovell until apples are tender. Certain va rieties of apples will cook in 20 min-y utes. Serve the pudding warm or with plain or whipped cream. This is an excellent dessert for children and is economical as well. (NEA Service, Philadelphia Bureau.) WISHES ROSEMARY stoed looking at a high mountain. 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