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e NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, uicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife —— Dicky Falls for a Little Dish Ede Has Cooked. At Lillian's prophecy that before many hours I would get « reward for my self control, 1 shook my head dismally. “What's manded. “Oh, ‘it's all so futile't” 1 said despondently; for despite my vaunt- ed indifference, the revelation of the tter?” she de- Dicky's willingness to have me sub- | ordinated to Ide in his office, had shaken me sorely, and there was not much balm in the plan Lillian had outlined. She walked over to me ed my ears playfully, but held no note of mirth. You're the most obstinate thing I know,” she said. “Of course you can't be expected to see any food for laughter or rejoicing in the situation just now, but just wait until the Dicky-bird begins to taste the full flavor of the cuttle bone you're go- ing to hand him, and a Wall street lamb that had just been sheared would get a laugh of it. But there's no use hanging around here waiting for the Dicky-bird to wing his way to us. Get on your thir and let’s get that dress for Marion. It won't take very long, it will get and box- her voice out your mind off this, and we'll prob- | ably be back before Dicky gets here. He'll have to prepare his radio ad- dress and rehearse it hefore he gets ready to broadcast. Lillian is generally a true prophet, but she failed in this particular in- stance, for when we returned from the shops, having found a most at- tractive little evening frock for Mar- ion in comparatively short order, we found Dicky pacing up and down the living room with a black frown upon his face. Even Lillian's ap- pearance with me failed to modify bis very apparent wrath. “What Do Vou Mean?" ‘Lo’ LiL" he greeted her curtly. “D'ye mind letting me have a word with Madge?” “Depends on the kind of words, she answered impudently. “From the general cut of your jib, I don't be- lieve they're going to be any psalm “o( rejoicing. But I'll trust you |once. Send me an s. | he starts to heave the flatirons. | She went into the rear room, clos- |Ing the doors ostentatiously behind her. Dicky wa only to assurn himself that she had gone before { Whirling to face me with a manner so melodramatic that I had hard work to keep from the fatal error of smiling. “What do you mean?” he began and again 1 put a firm suppressing hand upon my risibles, for he was fulfilling to the very letter Lillian's prophecy as to his words, — “what do you mean by treating Edith in vali way you did wh was only planning for you to do the very thing you've been velping about | ~— work that woul | money your own? And then you insult her and hand her that spiel about an office girl's job.” So had run fo him whining child with the story of our telephone colloquy! A wave of some- thing very near contempt for Edith Fairfax swept over me. But I kept |my face impassive, and made Dicky |no all. Long experience |has taught me that there is nothing which exasperates him as lofty and indifferent sile And T was meanly glad to anger him in any |way that 1 could. | “You Insult the Woman!” “Why didn't you tell me that you [weren't sincere about wanting some- thing to do outside?” he went on in |as unpleasant a tone as he could manage, which was in itself no mean achievement. “You've handed it to both Ede and me so often, that when |Ede told me how up against it we were for somebody with brains and initiative, who would have our in- terests at heart, and who was capa- [ble of running things, T agreed with her that you were the one person {Who would do for the job. And your answer to a compliment like that is to insult the big-hearted woman who |gives it to vou." Copyright, 1926 Feature pay you some answer at ce. by Newspaper rvice, Inc. Why Big Claw Doesn't Miss a Leg By Thornton W. Burgess Why worry o’er a thing that's lost, ‘When to replace there is no cost? —Big Claw the Lobster. Reddy Fox was getting very much interested in lobsters. The very next night when he saw Barker the Seal haul out on a big flat rock close to shore Reddy hurried down to bid him good evening. “You know that queer fellow we were talking about Jast night?" said Redd “You mean Big Claw the Lobster, 1 suppose,” replied Barker. “I had forgotten his name, that's the fellow.” said Reddy. Well, what about him?" inquired Barker. “Does he ever lose one of thos big pinching claws?” inquired Re dy. “Why do you ask?’ inquired Barker. “Because,” said Reddy, “I found a big claw all by itselt down on the heach.” “Yes, it happens quite often,” re- but “Who has ten legs?” demanded Reddy plied Barker. “What does inquired Reddy. “Grows another,” sald the most matter-of-fact way. “Do you mean that he acty grows another claw?” There w most unbelief in Reddy's voice, “Certainly,” repjlied Barker. “Or & new leg, If he happens to lose Big Claw do then?” Barker in Iy |ene. It's no trouble at all. Of course, it may be inconvenient for a while to have no leg, but it will soon be replaced. And all, has ten legs, I doubt if one or two," “Who has Reddy “Why, Big Claw, of course. Isn't |that who we are talking about?" in- quired Barker impatiently. “Big |Claw the Lobster has ten feet, in. cluding those two big pinchers. | “But those are not feet,” protested Reddy. “Of course, they're feet,” replied Barker. “If they're not feet, what are {lhr But this was something Reddy couldn’t answer, so he let the question pass, after you miss ten legs?” demanded all those feet, why don't e him walking out on the demanded Reddy. “Does he them just for swimming?"” Certainly no*,"” replied Barker. |“If you had half used your eyes you [would that those feet are not |meant for swimming. He crawls |around on the bottom of the ocean with them and at times he is quite a traveler, In winter he goes out in {deep water. But in summer he likes to be in around the rocks, not very far off shore “What does he used those big |pincers for anyway?" inquired | Reddy. | “On, to tear his |explained Barker. {our teeth, but a lobster uses his |big claws. You he hasn't any |teeth like yours and mine.” | “But I thought you said that those |big claws are feet” sald Reddy, {looking puzzled. | “So I did,” replied Barker. “You can scratch yourself with your hind |feet as well as walk on them, can't |you?” O course snapped Reddy. |“What has that got to do with the matter?” food to piec: “You and I use | “Well, do you see any reason why |Big Claws shouldn't use a pair of feet for something besides walking?" inquired Barker. Reddy looked | felt that way. (Copyright, 192 a bit foolish. He 6, by T. W, Burgess) | The “More About Big |Claw.” next stors HER.OWN WAY va Girl of Today MARRIAGE AS LAST RESORT Joan and T w getting Lela ready for the hospital that it seemed no time at all the ambulance shrieking up to the door After the horror Lela put herself absolutely in our hands. “I'll have to go with her to the hospital,” said Joan to me “Of course,” 1 answered, I'll come along a little while ward when I have put the place order.” After they had left 1 suddenly felt physically weak. I grew fright- ened. I wondered If 1 were going to faint. I felt greatly depressed, but why I should he T could not explain to myself. With that startling truth which 15 almost always stranger than fiction, providence had entered and ignoring our plans had taken all of us and treating us like pawns had settled everything. Everything now was going on spendidly. We really had nothing more to fear. Joan would in a few 50 busy irst burst of grief and emed apathetic. She days be of age and her stopfather, iccording to the terms of the will, would have to turn her money over her. She could do what she She would probably go to at least T would advise her And I Well, after the series of thrills I had been having I could hardly see anything that did not look monotonous ahead of me, T wondered if this were the end. I wondered if it were possible for a girl to out her own way. After all my fine ambitions and plans, was 1 going to be just like all the rest of my sex and settle down and marry after all? Was it going to be Jerry, cause T did not know what | do with myself? Though I kncw Jerry was worth loving, that little speech of Mamie's still kept “obbing up in my mind. And measured by it, I was sure that T did aot really love him Mamie had said to me while talk- Ing of Buddy Tremaine, “We don't know why we love anyone. We don't know why we love this man (i | to | pleased | Burope | to do so, arve just be- else to 0. §. Madge. 1f | she | | like a hand. DIAGNOSIS — While not fault in circulation and detracts from corrected. TREATMENT — Hold the hand downward from the knuckles to the hands are very thin, as they are apt t cocoa butter or any rich tissue-build cellent for the gencral contour of the CONDITION — Veins too prominent on the upper serious in The Beauty Doctor By NINON o] rface the itself, this indicates a the beauty of the hand. It is easily up, then with the other hand massage | wrist with 0 be in irm even strokes. If the This exercise is also ex- hand. | and do not love that man. We don’t know when love will come, reither do we know when it will go. But there s one fact we never mistake | we know when we are inlove.” Because I had doubts I knew that as splendid as Jerry was, 1 did not | love him well enongh to marry him. | when one | And if T did not do that, what wa I going to do? I could hardly back to the Morton Uepartment | Store even if I wished. At this | moment 1 hoped I would never sce | anyone connected with it agan. } I wondered if any other girl had mulled over a problem as I was mulling over one now. If I married Gerald Hathaway, Jr., T would ne:er | want for anything. He was rich. | good looking, and as far as T knew very much in love with me. 1T liked to be with him, what more did my heart desire ight 1926, NE Your Health | How to Keep It— | Causes of Illness Service, Tnc. | By DR. HUGH S. CUMMING Surgeon General, United States | Public Health Service Men and women thoughtlessly ex- Pose themselves to infection by dis- | |eases which are conveyed by the | secretions of the nose and mouth. | What is worse, they permit their |children to suffer a like risk, by |drinking at soda fountains where | they can even sec that the glasses | are not sterilized between In such a carelessly operatec fountain there is a veritable “germ exchange.” One wayside cart serv-| ing children from infected glasses, is | danger to any community. Chil- |dren ladling lemonade in glasses that are contaminated with the dis- |eases of others are in like manner a menace to those who are served. One ailing employe may cripple a large office force if a common |arinking glass is in use. Takes Chance A person suffering from any one |of the diseases conveyed by the secretions of the nose and mouth | carries in his saliva the infecting |agent of that disease, and unless the |vessel from which he drinks is {sterilized or destroyed, the next user takes a chance of becoming infect- ed. ! It is because of this menace to the public that the laws in general pro- |vide that there shall be sterilization {of glasses after each use, or that cups shall be provided which may be used once and then destroyad. Heat s Best The process to be used in steriliz- ing is detailed in some of the laws bearing on this subject. Ohio, for |example, prescribes the following | method namely, that after each individual service, the glass must first be washed by rinsing in cold water, then thoroughly washed in hot water with soap or suitable users. | soda stezm, boiling water or hot air, the latter at_ a temperature of not less | than degrees Fahrenheit, for a a period of not less than five min- | utes, then rinsed in clear cold water |and drained. Heat, of course, 1is |about the best sterilizer known. Boil- ing water kills most germs in five minutes, and dead germs are harm- less unless they exist in enormous numbers, However, and this is the most dif- ficult factor public health authori- ties have had to face, the people of the community for whom. these safeguards have been devised, oft- times fail to support the laws by failing to comply with them individ- ually ,and by falling to insist on their enforcement. Menus for the Family (By Sister Mary) Breakfast—Orange juice, cereal, thin cream, soft cooked eggs, crisp whole wheat toast, milk. coffee, Luncheon—Jellied vegetable sal- ad, toasted cheese sandwiches, ginger drop cookies, milk, tea. Dinner—S8panish steam, baked | ana | with cleansing powder, or exposed to live | potatoes, creamed carrots, head let- tuce with French dressing, W. ington cream pie with peaches, graham bread, milk, fee. The cheese s carcfully toasted in the oven. When made this way the cheese is just melted without being overcooked tough. Overcooked cheese is difficult to digest and should Spanish offers a dinner ice ndwiches must be never be served. steak suggestion for a company when a roast is not wanted Spanish Steak One sirloin steak’cut 2 1 tablespoon salt, 1 teaspoon r, 2 tablespoons butter, 4 large rt tomatoes or 6 good ones, 3-4 cup grated inches fresh se. ipe meat ing. out edges. Heat rub with a the steak with esecloth cold - water. 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Gives absolute protection— discards like tissue DANCE, a_sheer gown to be worn; a difficult hygienic situ- ation. You need no longer give this complication a second thought, The hazards of the old-time sani- tary pad havg been supplanted with a protection both absolute and ex- quisite, It is called “KOTEX” . . . five times as absorbent as ordinary cot- ton pads. Absorbs same_time. | of offending. )/ You discard it as easily as a piece of tissue. No laundry, No em- barrassment. You get it for a few cents at any drug or department store simply by saying “KOTEX.” Women ask for it without hesitancy. Try Kotex. Comes 12in a package. Proves old ways an unnecessary risk. KOTEX No laundry—discard like tissue and deodorizes at the Thus ending ALL fear ecrtain | se cases, dip the firgers in | When | made from | READ THIS FIRST Merry Locke, pretty and gay her name, is a born flirt. Her onl ambition is to have a good time | and plenty of beaux. At 20 shewajls | in her course at business sghool be- | cause he won't study. Then when her father dies suddenly, s| ! a job in Lillic Lale's beauty at a tiny salary Moms, lier mother, s Lillic Dale Hefflinger into the hou . At that time Mer Ty first al love af- fair of The man in the case is Tony Gaines, an bitious young lawyer. Their engagement ends when he learns that Merry has been going other men. He 1goes to Montana 1 later Merry hears he is going y a girl Helen Locke Isisters, marries. So does the e is happy with her rich b d life too, if Mr s boarder and wving t her lif out wit the old assie, ccond oldest. Sh Morley K. But and decides to marry ufman Merry envies her her easy | money, | possible. | Jinny Derrick sistor elopes lives next voungest | with Jones, who |door. | ough Mo Merry | Erskine, a wealthy bachelor. comes engaged to him, but he | putting off the date of the ling. During one o |town, Merry m n |hers, Les Purcell. She sces a g deal of him and one night Bill kine finds him at the house when h |drops in unexpectedly. He and Mer ry quarrel, and Merry the lcheap engugement ring he finally "mmp to buy for her Bill goes away, and a passes. day Les Purcell to the shop in high excitement. [tells Merry that he is married |that his wife is going to divorce and name her as corcspondent. She |hurries to go to see Nonie Purcell {and explain matters her. But Nonie has taken poison to end he nd her troubles, nd is in a hospital. Moms, who has announced |her sudden intention to marry Mr. | Hettlinger. her, but she lis too 11l to see Merry waits [for her to recover, when she in-| tends to tell her that did not | | know as married. She goes downtown one afternoon and bumps to Cabby Marsh, who is half en- ged to Morley's sister, Muriel. He to go for a drive with him. [but she tells him that she can't. He asks her why. { (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) | CHAPTER XLVII Merry looked up at Cabby Marsh with laughter in her green eyes and on her parted lips. | | “You aidn’t know I'm a regular home wrecker, did you, Cabby?" |she asked him, with her head tilted | coquettishly to “A regu lar deep-sea n that's me!’ Cabby looked puzzled.*“I can be- lieve the deep-sea stuff, all he said, “but where does the home wrecking come into the picture?” | He put his hand under one of her |elbows and turned her around. along,” he insisted. “We in the middle of th to hear all about this. I can tell 1 their way through to the Towers meets Bill | She be- keeps wed- f his absences from | old beau of month He and | One goes o sec one she ks T asks her deep right,” can't reet. T wanf too good to stand her miss, [the Fir street crowds | Hotel. | The big lat that time in found a was empty he afternoon. They corner table and there, over coffec and cigarcts, Merry told him the story of Purcell and | Purcell's wife, Nonie, | She told it to him between puffs | at,a long Russian cigaret from a | bok of them that he had just bought {for her in the lobby. Merry had | been wor for more than a year now. She had learned to “inhale! and she often said {smoke to *“quiet her like 2 man. “And so this Purcell's wife is go- |ing to drag you into tt Cab- | {by remarked, when she had finish- | led the sordid little story. “Gosh, | that's tough, isn't it? Your name | |will- be plastered all over the news- | papers, 1 suppose.” | I Merry shook her h No, indeed,” answered | “Because just as soon as Nonie | Purcell is well enough to see me, I'm going to tell her that I didn't [even know that her beautiful duck |ot a husband was married until— dining room nerve she alrily. {ana She gave a soft little cry of rise, and her eyes widened as they fell on someone standing in the doorway of the dining room, Cabby turned W his chair angd ho it was, too. Muriel Kaufman was standing smarter and more striking than usual in a plain black suit, with a fresh gardenia pinned on her shoulder. It was the een her since he Crow's Nest. “Go and get said. But before to push chair Muriel was gone With a very red face Cabby slid < into his seat. He looked remely uncomfortable Hmm! I should have known bet- n to come in here,” he mut- tore to himself than to Merry. “Muriel knows that she can usually find me here if I'm out of the office. 1 often slip in here at odd hours for a bite. She seemed to as a pup, didn't she Merry blew cigaret simoke er dainty little a little sneering 1 hy are you pertly. “You're not apron strings, are you “I would be if she had a by answered, looking miserable. “I'm engaged to her, you know. Her haven't announced it vet, but all the rame. Gosh, I'll have some party squaring myself with her, wo Merry first the time Merry house had party at her, Cabby,” she Cabby had time his back and rise, ter tered, be sore from ugh, upset asked tied to her folks I am hrugged her shoulders. “She's awfully jealous of isn't 27 she asked carelessly “You know, she the house party that Cassie had, over Labor Day. And we used to be awfully good friends — Muriel and T o got sitting she go. It no ith 2 man whose with another up to was here w were busy girl Bye-bye, Cabhy,” she said, ing hands with him when they were street once more. “After I'm all ared up with Les cell's wife, I'll go around and square myself with “I surely do into water,” she thought as she started back to the beauty shop. “And the worst of it is — that T try to behave myself all the time. shak- out on the sq more hot That night Cassic sent her car over to Chester street for her. “I wonder what she wants with me,” Merry said to her mother when Forbes, the chauffeur, gave her Cassie’s message. Cassie had had a chauffeur for more than a month now. And not only did she have a car and a chauf- feur, but Morley -7as building a new honse for her, too. She was one of those clever wom- ho know just how to “work” a man for everything there is in him. There are not many women like her in the world. Most of us struggle along, trying to make both ends meet, trying to keep a husband happy and a famil healthy and well. Most of us are thankful for two new hats a yeam a roof over our heads and a sewing machine to make the children some new school clothes. 3ut not Cassle wanted the life for herself, the people were Locke Kaufman! whipped-cream of and the rest of perfectly welcome to the dregs. She knew how to find a soft spot for herself, Jjust as a kitten instinctively knows that there is a warm corner behind the stove. Merry found her curled up in one corner of a flowered damask sofa before the living-room fire in her luxurious flat. She was in a green silk lounging that matched her cat's eyes, her feet were stuck into green robe mule She had a book in her hand, but put it down when her sister walked into the room. Take off your things,” she said, looking at her with a direct un- smiling gaze. want to have a long talk with you — about your- TEy Merry tossed ‘her coat and her new fall hat down on a chair by the windows. She took a cigaret from a silver box beside the chair and lit it. Then she sat down orf a foot-stool that stood in front of the grate. ex- | nostrils, and gave | you, | hasn't spolen to me | Pur- | By Beatrice Burton Author of “Love Bound,” “HER MAN” (Iustrated and Copyrighted by Jobnson Features, Inc., 1819 Broadway, New York City) “All right — shoot! breezily, “I'm ready.” Muriel was here a while ago, Cassie began, clearing her threat. |"She was perfectly furious — and terribly rude, as she always is when she's angry. The Kaufmans are no- bodies, in spite of their money, and they show it every now and then. 1t was perfectly clear that Cassie was angry. Whatever Muriel had said to her had rubbed her the wrong way, and Merry knew that |she had no great love for Muriel anyway — or for any of the rest of | Morley's purse-proud family. “She raved around for half an hour because she caught you and Cabby Marsh together today. She sald you were having lunch down at the Towers Hotel. Is that o “We were having coffee, but it's {all the same thing, T suppose,” Mer- {ry answered. “Cabby had a fit and high blood pressure when she walk- ed into the dining room.” She gig- gled at the remembrance. | Cassie threw her own cigaret into [the fire-place. “Well, it scems that when he left you he hunted up | Muriel,” she went on, “and he told |her that you had button-holed him |to tell him some wild story or other. |A story about some woman trying to Kill herself because you'd been running around with her hugband.” Merry felt herself srowing cold all over, Sh chewed at her lips nervously and stared into the fire. “Is it true?” Cassie asked slowly, land Merry could feel her hard, pale |eves on her face. “Have you been running around with a married she said | | | | | man “I didn't know he was married," | Merry faltered. not looking up from {the leaping flames. “Not Istarted to go out with him, There was a long silen Then Cassie spoke again, in her |cold, high voice. “You'd better put on your things and go!” she cried. “I try to hold up my head in th world and do all T can for my family — byt you just try to drag me down “You!" Merry {aughed. “You! Do things for your family! What have you ever done for any of us? Why, you don't even have your own |mother in vour house, because the Kaufmans don't think she's rich enough to have on their visiting | list! You—" She picked up her wraps and flung herself out of the flat. She |did not stop to put them on until she was on the stairs that led to the vestibule below. DI The following week away for three days. And when she came back che was Mrs. Fd Hefflinger. Her new husband did not |come with her. He went on to | Denver ahead of his show. | "Moms wore a platinum ring on the finger where she had always worn the plain gold band that Dad |had given her. But aside from that, she was unchanged as far as any- one could see. | Two months passed by. Lillie reported that Nonle Purcell was out of the hospital and had de- cided mot to divorce Les Purcell |again, so Lillie said. “Thank fortune for that!” Merry breathed devoutly, and sald a si- lent prayer of thankfulness. | She came into the house one night |just before Christmas and found Cassie with her mother. She was wrapped in a long mink coat and Ler feet were propped up against the oven door. “Hello, Merry Ann Locke!” she greeted her, as if they never had quarreled. “I'm just asking Moms to come to the house-warming that Morley and I are having the day after Christmas. I want you to come, too.” “Getting into the new house so soon?” asked Merry, indifferently. She still xemembered the scolding that Cassie had given her, even it Cassie had forgotten it. “Bill Erskine's coming up,” Cas. nod. Moms made Merry a new dress |sie informed her with a smiling for the house-warming — a cunning thing of shell-pink taffeta that made Merry look about as old as Jinny when she put it on the night of the twenty-sixth of December. She had had her old white satin slippers dyed to match it, and Moms had given htr some pink imitation pearls to wear, too. “I wish you wouldn't daub your- self all up with paint and powder, her mother sald irritably, as she and Lillie sat on the bed watching Mer- :ry dress. “I know what I'm sponded Merry. She was dressing, not for the ad- miration of Moms and Lillie, but for Bill Erskine's eyes that night. Bill had often said that he never looked at a woman unless she had “style.” And Merry had noticed that this |was so. The women he stared at restaurants and on the streets were |the “flashy” women who were dress- ed and waved and powdered and painted and perfumed within an inch of their lives. But when she found him, an hour later, in the crowd that throng- |ed .the huge living room in Cassle's new house on Overlook Heights, he was sitting beside a girl who was anything but flashy-looking. A little slim girl with enormous gray eyes Moms went doing,” re- | fusing t6 did not want to belleve. But what Merry said came very near to the truth. She had been al- most nowhere except to the movies and to Lillie's shop for nearly two menths. And Sleep, the beauty doctor, had given her back semething of the dewy loveliness that had first at- tracted Bill Erskine. Her cheeks bloomed like La France roses in the overheated heuse. Her eyes were starry in the dim- ness of the stair-case, where she and Bill finally hid themselves away for a long talk. Below them the crowd was danc- Ing to the chortling, sobbing music of a jazz band. Cassie’s new butler appeared, carrying a great silver tray of cock- tails, and vanished. ‘ Cassie, all in white satin and spangles, stood at the bottom of the stairs alone, Fifi Pell, her handsome rival, came dancing by with Morley. She looked like a Spanish woman tonight, with her red heels and a Spanish shawl that completely cov- ered any dress she may have worn under it. The butler appeared again, more cocktails, “Hi, you,* yelled Bill, who had no manners an did not want to have any. “Hi, you! Bring the bar up here.” The man looked up and smiled patiently as he brought his heavy tray to them. He was used to Cas- sie’s “set” and their ways. We'll take four, thanks,” said Bill, and set four of the glasses of gin and fruit juice down on the step above them, Merry sipped hers slowly. “I's nice to be here again, Bill," she said, looking at him above the glass. “I thought you were off me for life.” “T was,! wtih Bill confessed with his bluntness. “I was — until just now. You always get me with that face of yours, Little Sister. You sort-a hit me right between the eyes, every time.” He took the glass out of her hand and kissed the face that “got him every time,” as he said. “Why? Because of Les Purcell Merry asked him. Her voice trembled a little as she said the name. She had hated the very thought of the Purcells ever since that awful First of November! Bill nodded. “Sure,” he answered. and paused long enough to swallow a second cocktail. “Sure, Mike! 1 thought if you wanted him T'd clear out and let you have him. See?" His broad grin sent wrinkles curving al) around his face, like ripples widen- ing out in a pool of water. Merry's black lashes fluttered on her cheeks as she looked down at her empty glas: “I've never seen him since,” she fibikd. She repeated the Me, raising her clear, water-flower green eyes to his fat, flushed face. “I've never laid eyes on him since, Bill” He put one big arm around her patting her bare arm. “I'm sorry I got icky that night and told you T hated you, Bill” she went on, with a little quaver in her voice. “And wasn't T horrid—in re- take your engagement ring? Will you offer me another one, some time, Bill?" Bill nodded, reaching for his third cocktail, “When?" He tossed down the drink. “Well, I'm going home in a day or two,” he said thickly. “My fath- er's still in a pretty critical state. T'll tell you what we'll do. We'll put the whole thing off until summer and then we'll shoot the whole works at once. Engagement ring, wedding ring, minister, honeymoon and everything together? How will that suit you That didn't suit Merry at all. But she only sighed and smiled. After all, what else was there to do? You couldn’t drag a man to the altar against his will, could you? Espe- cially a spoijed, self-pampered bachelor like Bill Erskine, who knew that he was a “catch” for al- most any pretty girl, if she wusn't too particular. (TO BE CONTINUED) What did Muriel tell Bill which led to a quarrel with Merry? In tomorrow's chapter of ‘The Petter.’ {" e "‘_‘ [\ See? Many pictures of health are hand painted. Smart for Fall under demure bands of ash-gold hair. He was bending over her and smiling’ broadly as he talked. But when he looked up and saw Merry coming toward him in her shiny pink dress, he seemed to forget all about the little gray-and-gold girl. “Well, Sister! Little Sister!” he said, and took her hands in his that always felt like big soft lumps of dough. “Pretty as a peach—and fresh as a daisy!” “Why shouldn't I be?” Merry aske ed, flirting her almond eyes at him. “I've been going to bed every night at eight o'clock for the last two months.” Bill laughed, as he tucked her hand through his and started through the crowd toward the wide hall beyond. He did not believe what she said. Bill never believed anything that he This shoe, decorated with gresn and white rhinestones, is sald to in- dicate the trend for fall,