New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 7, 1926, Page 4

icksands of Love ‘Adele Garrison’ s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife —— Dicky Hears More About Madge's ‘Work With Veritzen. Never in my life have I experi- enced so wonderful a thrill of pure- ly persenal triumph as that which came to me as I saw in Dicky's face the effect of the news Lillian Just had given him. I knew, of course, that it was not a particularly creditable emotion— that meanness and pettiness might well be charg- ed against me. Yet any woman who ever had economic independence in her girlhood, and then for yea of marriage has been without it that woman knows my feeling. She knows! She KNOWS! 1 do not think t ever had been so Lillian's words b was portrayed in his by ineredulity. I knew for his skepticism. U through the years in w buried my old aims and dream: neath the routine of domesticity, he has been formulating a mental pic- ture of me which held in it no thought of any facet of m: except those of mother, nd comrade. Since this latest venture of his Into the art magazine field, in which Edith Fairfax has so sur- prised everyone by her success, he has seemed to find in her ent astic interest in their enterprise, sufficient mental comradeship, so that in Lillian’s words, I have be- come to Dicky “a comfortable piece of furniture.” “You Needn’t be Astonished It was several seconds before he answered Lillian’s pertinent que: tion, and then he stammered like a schoolboy. 'You mean,” he said, “that Mad, =Madge is to work with Veritzen There was little that was flatter- ing to my vanity In his tone, and Lillian promptly seized upon his in- flection as a text for a sermon as scathing as it was short. “You needn’t be so astonished,” she snapped. “Other people appre- clate your wife's mentality, her un- canny memory, and her erudition, even if you have relegated her to sband At my astonished. followed the reason consciously I have the sphere so beautifully put by the | ex-Kaiser in his limitation of all women's work to “children, church and kitchen.” Dicky flushed hotly, and he shot an unconscious appealing glance at me. “I never—" but Lillian int lessly Of course you never did know- Lillian retorted, “but subcon- well, T'd hate to drag public view the image of you've bee vith you — something so mid-Vie- torian that it wore hoop-gkirts.” Lillian Waxes Sarcastic. s s0 much exag indignation that I caught < a smile just In time for it to pe Dicky's notice. It distinctly for mirth, T reminded erely, as Lillian went s well let you have t ence, e said. “Ver- itzen has offered Ma year's contract at the sum I named. and has paid her a generous option on another year's work. 1 never saw him more delighted over a find than he is over Madge. Training dra- matic stars is fascinating work, real- Iy ereative, for you know what he egan indignantly i him_ruth- ingl sclously out to ation elf might whole salvo a hauling around | b o e i Rl A A b . 2 | turns out from raw material, but it | is onerous labor. Tn Madge he finds |someone who can take from his shoulders one of his heaviest bur- dens, the fear that sometime, some- one may find an inaccuracy in one of his productions. Her knowledge of history, her passion for accuracy, her capacity for infinite painstaking research will make her invaluable Io him, and incidentally make her a good deal of a celebrity herself. “You'd better look to your laurels, old dear. Pretty soon the current question and answer won't be ‘Who is that beautifl woman? Oh! at's the wife of Dicky Graham famous illustrator.’ People will say, instead: ‘Who is that hand- some man? Oh, that's the hu of Madge Graham, who collabo: in those wonderful dramatic pictures with Verit She's the last word in her line. Newspaper Inc. Copyright, 1926, Feature Servic l Reddy Becomes Personal By Thornton W. Burgess The one too persomal, you'll find, Is sure to cause distress of mind. 0Old Mother Nature. It is considered most impolite to be inquisitive about sonal affairs. Most people think that thelr personal affairs are not the business of anybody else, nd in this they are right. Still, Reddy Fox says. “How are you going to find out about folks if you don’t ask about them?” Now, he really didn't feel acquainted with Barker the Seal and that was because he knew almost nothing about Barker. He knew of no one he cou'd ask in regard to Barker, and so he became personal. He tried to be polite about it. “1 should like to you come ashore and visit me, Mr. Seal,” said he in his most polite manner, and that s a very polite manner. Barker looked at him a little sus- piciously. “Where do you live?” he inquired. “Oh, not very far,” “Where do you lve?” he inquired. dy. “Just over those sand dunes and back on the shore a little wa “Thank you, Mr. Fox,” replied Barker. “Thank you for your invi- tation, I find, however, that T must refuse. 1t T could swim there, T would accept in a minute. Instead suppgse you come and visit me. Reddy grinned. “Thank you, Mr Beal,” said he, “if I could swim would.” Barker pretended to be very much surprised. “Do you mean to tell 1 another’s per- | d he, “that such s you cannot swim? n Reddy grinne swim,” replied Reddy. just about as well as travel on land.” | It was Barkers | “Then you wouldn’ able in the water.” It was a s wd guess on Reddy's part that Barker wasn't at home on the land. You see, he had watch- cd Barker for some time and never |had seen him come ashore. So he had guessed that Barker couldn't travel much on land. “What T should like to know,” said Reddy, “is how you breathe under water. I've watch- ed you dive and not come up for a long time. Do you breathe through your skin like Grandfather Frog?” “I don't know anything about Grandfather Frog,” replied Barker, {“but I can tell you I don’t breathe through my skin. I have a perfectly good pair of lungs and T breathe just as you do. When T dive I Hold my breath until I come up again.” I don't see how you do it,” sigh- ed Reddy, “T wish T could hold my |me,” s: a smart tellow | Aga you can turn to grin. be very comfort- hr about eating fish. How do you catch them ?" Rarker looked at Reddy as if he thought that a silly question, as in- deed he did. “The same way you get your food,” aid he. “T surprise or run mine down in the water just as | you surprise or run yours down on | land.” “\Where fs your home?” inquired Reddy. “Wherever T happen to be re- plied Barker. “Just now, it is here his rock.” “And Is it true that you are not | part fish?" mentioned Reddy. Pish! Fish!” snorted Barker. “Who says T am’ part fish? Just I am at home in the water sep, play and work in no reason for thinking I'm just as much animal and T wouldn't trade with you for anything in the Great World. Give me the water every Watch me dive through | that wave that is coming in.” Barker slid from the rock just as a wave was going to break over him, and |Reddy saw no more of him that night. (Copyright, 1926, by T. W. Burgess) | 5 oy Imers. | because er fish. are, me 18 you place tme. next story: “The Queer Swim- HEROWN WAY - A QUIET INTERLUDE Jerry bowed stitfly as T introduc- e4 him to Joan, and helped us i the car. The drive out to the f house was filled with small talk, though T could feel that Jerr derneath his manner, was weighing our every word with quiet intensity Just as we drew up to the gate Joan turned to me: “Only a few days now and we'll be away from all this," she said. “How restful the crossing o Europe seem.” 1 smiled at her. Jerry said nothing, but he looked as though he had received his death blow as he helped us out of the car with great formality. He made some excuse about park- ing the roadster and Joan and T walked uj the syringa lined gother. 1 will pever forget that evening { [ to - |that se path to- | a Girl of Today s long as I shall live. The soft purplish twilight in which we had started from the city had deepened into darkness. The heavens above we studded with twinkling stars emed to have some communi- with the tiny glittering arth's stars, ~s one might have call- fireflies, which flitted in and nong the low folia giving one the impression that they had just dropped from among their fel- lows in the sky. Turning my head a saw the moon’s thin crescent over my right shoulder and close down by |its lower point a brilliant star seem- ed to punctuate with a period the sensational story I had lived the last few months. I took it for a good omen. In silence Joan and I went up the k. Jerry still lagged behind n's hand stole into mine. I knew little, just 1 1;0& band T can n swim | that she too was fecling that blessed peace which was filling my heart. As though to emphasize the pro- c life of everyday we came upon porch where the table with its the {white table cloth was set in homely | in h and lighted by four candles avy glass candlesticks. | There were pats of new made but- ter, and dishes of crisp pickles, and colorful ted about the table, had not since 1 father's house There was chicken which with the scent of the syrin \me I was hungry — T remembered |T had eaten nothing since my coffee in the morning. None of us spoke as we three were |seated at the table. Jerry's face was seen an odor of broiled mingling pleasantly The Beauty Doctor BY NIN 1 told | inserutable. T glanced at it furtively | |once or twice. He shut me out of his mind entirely. It w as though I were not there, | (Copyright, 1926, by NEA Service.) Tomorrow—The Crescent Moon. Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of [lness | I 3Y DR. HUGH §. CUMMING Surgeon General, United States Public Health Service Fainting, which may be brought on by variety of causes, does not alway pend upon physical strength. Strong men faint some- |times, and from very slight causes. Exhaustion hemor- rhage, extreme heat, lack of air, or some stréng emotional shock are |often responsible for fainting {tacks. ; There is a very important psychic element in nearly all fainting. Fear |or the sight of blood often produces |it. A feeling of weakness comes over the patient and black spots float be- fore his eyes. He becomes, first pale, |then greenish-yellow, and the lips |lose their natural color. Cold sweat hreaks out on the forehead, the pulse is rapid and weak, the respiration is | very shallow. | Falls to Ground | About this time the patient sinks {back fnto his seat or falls to the |ground unconscious. I a couch or | bench is available, the patient should be laid with his head hanging over replied Red- preath that way. You said something |the edge so that the blood will rush |to the brain. | 1t is a fairly safe rule that in all accidents where the face of the pa- tient is pale, there is a lack of bloed in the brain and the head should be lowered. When the face is red, the {body shc 'd be propped up with the head as high as possible. In all cases of fainting it is im- [portant that the patient have fresh |air. Cold water dashed on the face helps, as does smelling salts or a few |drops of ammonia held under the nose. When consciousness returns the patient should be given a tea- |spoonful of aromatic spirits of am- monia in plenty of water, | It is dangerous to allow a person not vet recovered from a fainting spell to attempt to walk. Another | warning is that in case unconsclous- ness persists after first aid methods |have been applied, a physicis should be called at onc TREE-TOD STORIES STRETCHING €()H! Ho! Hum!” yawned Bennie. “Guess I'll see how tall I am this morning.” So he stretched his arms up to the bars at the head of his bed, and pulled himself down and down ... just as far as his toes would reach . ... then wig- gled some more until they al- most touched the foot of the bed. “There! That's how big [ am this morning, thank you!” said Bennie. “Now I'll jump up and see how loud my voice is today. WHOOPS!” he shouted. “Oh! my Goo'ness! 1 must be a Giant!” | seemed to have {1y floating skirt, is chiffon in a de | | | | | | | | Virginia Magee shows how to get rid |and | skirt, | matching velvet {ersficld s . e s e i ' ! e S — BY NINON. of flesh on the wrist, CONDITION—Tat wrists. DIAGNOSIS—Usually this mani- festation accompanies ~overweight. You should cut down on your sweets| ches and reduce generally | as break down these par- deposits by massage. —Grasp one hand| firmly with the fingers of the ot and leaving the thumb free. With the thumb massage the too adipose portion with firm, circular strokes It you persist, you can break down these tissues, and restore a more classical contour. § FASHIONS By Sally Milgrim st well r fat TREATME! as |x t t I T It | [t | (e A Dance Frock of Coral-Colored Chiffon filustrates the Continued Vogue of the Silhouette, In colorful contrast to the ma- | jority of frocks in pale, pastel tones | is the dance dress sketched today This youthful model, with its soft- D} coral shade. So pleasing is this color and so generally flattering to both blond ind brunette that I have avoided using any contrasting | trimming. Chiffon, picot edge and | ribbon bands are all this delightful, ‘warm pink tone. ivening gowns of continue to stress houette, The motion in portion achieved by tiers, godets, pleats or loose panels. |F Frequently a cape or scarf brings the rippling lino to the bodice sec- tion also. In this instance front of the skirt and lar panels on one side supply necessary movement. As a contrast to the long o portion is simple and close-fitting. Its trim- ming consists of three bands of ribbon at the hip- line, a cluster of reddish-pink roses | at the top of the panels and a bow and ribbon streamers in ba Three bands of velvet ribbon and a cluster of pink roses are the only trimming on this coral-colored dance frock. The V-neck line and loose bodice are noteworthy fea- tures. Copyright, 1926 (E STOLEN GAR DEALER ASKS FOR FREEDON A, this T |© the fluid - sil- the skirt means of i godets on the extra circu- the o al this decorative ¥ sl |a a sf ’8) |o | lo f of | |b Harry Bradly Arrested Here Claims He Ts Iy Held Tilegal New Haven, Aug. 7 (P—Harry A. Bradley, arrested in Meriden, who has been in states prison at Weth- for several vears after his conviction on three counts of au- tomobile thefts, has forwarded a pe- tition for writ of habeus corpus to the clerk of the U. 8. district court. The petition in his own handwriting sets forth in several closely written pages reasons why he claims he has been deprived of his liberty with- out due process of the law. It is believed to be the first time in this state that a prisoner has drawn up and filed his own petition. The document indicated that Brad- ley has studied diligently and con- tains many legal phrases and quo- tations from the constitution of the United States. The petition will be presented to Judge Edwin S. Thomas. Sk};s Eo??all Motre arranged in tiers is to be an outetanding style note for fall. her |has no I stuay. ends whe out with She ond |vies her her soft, of Merry's former sweeth ric! | De {older than herself. | Date {Then M. | marries er the pleasant place it once Merry. ry ready [Moms about the |gether. “I m at She Ann She n: was well s ‘ throwing down to be done, it's go- {ing to be YOU |ne's through with lin the d |if that st 1 (Iustrated aad Copyrighs AD THIS FIRS Merry Lec ke, ga is a born mbition beyond 1d plenty of her cour: the does her father Dale’s nic EC ils in busi- ol because Then, when into I v tiny time at not dies, ness Hie ary sha is she goes shop at t ious yo he o marry n he learns that Merr: other men. He goes to Mon- ana to live, and late h is going to marry a girl there. tries not to care. Helen oldest of Merry ers, ma and two years dies in childbi [ sis- later arri ma rich easy life. Jinny. er, elopes with one arts, Der- t door. They to live he youngest si Jon ho lives ne come home and g0 rrick’'s parents. rough | Srsk a e with meets Bill lor much secomes er but he keeps putting wedding day. her mother, the hou ssie, Merry Dbac d to him, £ the Moms to takes Lillie as a boarder. rents another room to a Hefflinger, and a later him. With her the roost,” home is no lon, was to stepf ruling who was igh school al of him. His She meets Les Pureell, sweet on her” in her sees a great d 1g that he is married to kil self, 1g to name Mer oman” in her divorce and Les finally return to other. But Bill Kkine hears tory from Morley Kaufnmn's sis- er, Muriel, who i ous of Merry e wrl om Florida to tell Mer- that he got think she is to settle down. Merry tells letter and Moms ays she'll take things into her own s the je does | hands! NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER L Moms cut the fat from a T-bone ik viciou You go and bring me my writ- ng paper and pen,” she said, draw- ng her thick black eycbrows to- as well scttle Bill right here and now! re's no use in letting it go.” When Merry came th pen nd paper ad cleared a spa one end the kitchen t sat down and began ‘to hile * Merry ~ peered oulder. Mr. and Mrs. gement of their Locke, to . Mr. Willi got that far and stopp poised in the air like What's Bill skine's me?" » wanted to know ng up an Hay “You're not our en re you? “Why, rskine’s hash back ‘w e vrite, her over Edward Hefflinger, ounce the en- daughter, M pen midal , look- tioningl g vered to send to the Merry. notice paper, going a zement Moms' it you decide marry F if there" ainly!” voice rp. “Then, want to But ou don't and good! ho'll do it! e and tell you you, and g I know it! rcoment into how him he can't w Not if nno addressed with - it! put the e way She env mped “Ill write him a letter, too, later y, when I can put my mind said, grimly ak's burning, Merry Moms never could put her mind n much of anything but Mr. Hef- linger's breakfast until it was out ¢ the way € For Mr. He reakfast that 0 and n demanded was more like SHE HAD NEVER KNOWN WALL-FLOWER BEFORE. ary | rn | see | THE PETTE ted by Joh nson Features, Inc., on than the first meal of the And not enly did he demand it, but he demanded it on the dot. At eight o'clock every morning he appeared at the table. He start- ed off with 4ved orange juice and followed it with eggs, meat and fried potatoes, This he would top off with three or four cups of coffee. He cxplained that hotel m during his years of traveling, spoiled him for the ordis breakfasts that the Locke were used to. r since he had become Mor husband the entire machin- the household revolved around Mr. Hefflinger. If he was late for supper, no one sat down to the table until he came. No one used his chair beside the sit- room ut himself. lightest word was had toast | oy His and amily ¥ second of tin, unp law to 1818 Broadway, New Yourk City) By Beatrice Burton Author of “Love Bound, “HER MAN” re: m te: Wasn't she a sight, Merry?” “I don't know,” Merry murmur- ed in a low tone. “I didn't see her until you'd finished with her.” “Why, sure you did?" Lillie con- tradicted in her loud. cheerful, vul- gar way. “Don’t you remember? You brought me the ~towel to pin around her shoulders—" “MUST we have these endless ar- |guments at every meal?” Mr. Hef- ger cut in in a deep angry voice. was mottled with bright an't we learn to eat in peace and quiet in this house? You may not know it, Miss Dale, but any kind. of excitement upsets the stomach at meal time.” Lillie glared at him gnd set down her coffee cup with a clatter. “Does the sound of my voice ex- cite you, Mr. Hefflinger?” she de- manded to know, be be sp et I |1y | co iy wi JAC 1th > matter of talking | for instance. ns and the two girls were in | it of doing their best talk- | the table. It was their time nd be at their e They chatti and gossiping | cakfast = coffee cups, | their dessert at night— a half hour or more. ! until Mr. Hefflinger came a member of the family. He frowned upon talking during | Once or Merry | Lillie had had some i pute at the table, he had gone so far | as to walk out of the room, shutting | door forcefully as he went. | This. morning, when Merry pass- | cd through the dining room on her | way to the niail bex with Moms' | letter, he at * his place .at th head of the table. He said “Good ‘morping” without | glancing up from the morning pape The paper did not belong to him. | Lillie had been - taking it for over nd she paid for it. But she got a look at it until he was with it. she like There was at meal {ime, M h ing at to relax vould over t or over often for That s sit, eir b n t throu | Nothing, ad told Merry, “got | the " sight of Mr, Ner perfectly | twiddled her ood paper whi thumbs. She was just opening theé dining room door to go _in when ,\um; came back from the letter box on front porcl “Hello, Cutie-Peachie!” she ‘greet- | her affect ely. bet T what you were doing! Mailing 8 swer to that nice fat letter I saw on the hall table last night, eh? l1s Bil Erskine still holding his mother’s hand, or is he getting ready to come to see you?” Merry laughed ¥ ie's still holding h nd, Lil,” she answered. Mr. Hefflinger cleared loudly to let them know talking bothered him. Lillie only winked as she took her. place ed know red carted. T i his throat that their eheerfully at.f Cooking she asked her. Where's your mother? the fatted calf?” and Merry nodded silently. Lillic turned her bright eyes to Mr. Hefflin How you eat all the junk you do eat.every morning, | |is @ mystery to me!” she declared, {while he looked frowningly at her “I wonldn't be able to do a lick of worl: 'til noon if T ate the way you Just then the kitchen door open- ed. Moms, looking flushed and flur ried, came. in bearing her lor steal, his eggs and .his fried pota- toes, on a large tra . I'm a little late this morn- she said apologetically, “'But little extra work to do for She sank down into her and poured the coffee. everal minutes went by in si- , broken only by the rustle of | Lillle's newspaper “in Mr. Hef- | flinger's hands. | Then suddenly Lillie spoke. “Sadie;” she said, turning to Moms, “I just wish vouw'd been in | the shop yesterday! A woman about | your age came in with her halr dyed | every color of the rainbow. She'd [been trying to do it herself — and /1 just wish you could have seen her! ing,” lene: | at |asked her. | Derrick. Then she was left all alone .WHAT IT WAS TO BE A jcar {tinkling jingling bracelets, she was | gone, {or mother’s|* {ordinary | dered ldered if:she would ever wear them. {night while Lillie |Jinny explained. (again, at the table — a wallflower, Mr. Hefflinger s but it did. “Well, then, give me my news- | paper, and 1 won't bother you Lillie snapped at him. She reache for the paper and buried herself |® in it. “My good kid,” shg said later to Merry, when the two of them were | out in the April drizzle on their | way to the beauty shop, “how your | id he was sorry, {so to that old wet-blanket flinger T don't know! You oughthto thank your lucky stars that you're going to get married and get out of the house. I'm going to move myself. Ican't stand old Gloomy Gus!” | The name Hefflinger. He was the gloom. He made it known to Moms | that the sound of the piano, rat--|ar tling out jazz .under Merry's light |a quick fingers, annoyed him. {to of a Hef-| of Moms passed the word on to Mer- | operation, generosity, Jazz was no land thoughtfulness in the home. ry, and the voice of longer heard in the house. On the Sunday night after Mer- ry's engagement was announced in [T the newspaper, Muriel Kaufman |in ame running in to see her, She was sweet and affectionafe |, once more, as she had been In the |y early days of their friendship. She | put her arms around Merry and | kissed her. ‘Honey, I'm so dec-lighted about you and Bill Erskine!" she chirped of fresh fruit, flour, coarse butter, mato puree. Cook, stirring constant- and -cover Bake 20-to 30 minutes in a hot oven. mind for fresh vegetables. 4 {one and one-half ed trict for all children under 14 years cariously, suited Mr.l pupils will be- divi soul of |tions—a primary group and a junior group. ed by t will will be Menas for the Family Breakfast — Baked al, thin c; appl eam, crisp graham to broiled bacon, milk, coffee. Luncheon — Baked vegetable edley, whole wheat bread and but- r sandwiches, floating island with milk, tea. Dinner — Ham baked in mil baked new potatoes, ten-minute cab- bage, cottage cheese with red rasp- erry jam, bran rolls, peach bavar- fan cream, milk, coffee. Baked Vegetable Medley Eight small onion: cups green ans, 4 medium-sized tomatoes, 2 blespoons butter, 1 tablespoon 1 tablespoon salt, 1-4 00n pepper, 4 tablespoons buttered umbs. Cook onfons and beans separate- in boiling water to cover until tea- tender. Scald and peel tomatoes and 15 minutes. Rub through a sleve to remove seeds. Mela stir in flour and add to- ok until thick «nd smooth. Season th salt and pepper. Arrange on- lions in a we]l buttered baking dish dd beans, filling spaces between e onions. Pour over tomato sauce with buttered crumbs This is an excellent way to use {up left-overs, but the combination is good that it's worth keeping in One to cups of chopped to the oked meat can be added |sauce if wanted. (Cepyright, 1526, In NEA Service ) precious Moms ever tied herself up |Plan Vacation School In North End of City A vacatjon. school will be conduct- in the Farmington avenue dis- to attend. The ded into two sec who wish The lessons to be followed e on the theme “Our Homes" from junior citizenship course and aim encourage a spirit of ‘peace, co- cheerfulness A model house will be construct e boys and girls who attend. he school w open Tuesday morn- g, August 10th at 9 o'clock and meet for the next two weeks ch week-day except Saturday and onday from 9 to 11 a. m. Mrs. Ralph Richards, Miss Lois De Young. and Miss Glady: Shaler are in charge the work. T. of meeting announced | “I just rushed in with this little | engagement present. I can't stay | a second. Cabby's out here in his waiting for me. Alli-oops!"” And waving her slim arm with its With a queer little smile Merry ned the package. Inside the nted tissue paper was a pair white silk stockings. Not the kind that can be bought for a dollar and ninety-five cents, ut the most gorgeous ones that Merry had ever seen or dreamed of feeing. They were ivory chiffon, embroi- with tiny pearl beads and Frerch' knots. The kind of stock- ing, that ‘nobody but a princess or bride would even think of wear- ing! Merry sighed as sk hand through one of them of ran her he won- Then the next morning she ‘had aletter from Bill Erskine. A stilted short letter, stating that he would see her within' a couple. of weeks, and that he was “As ever, Bill.” That was all. Nothing fe read between the lines. Just the bare statement that he was coming. 1t was on the firs Tuesday that Jinny telephoned and Merry doing the supper dishes. “Derrick and T are flinging a party,” she said in her high, young ‘Some of his fraternity broth- ers are in town, and we need an extra girl. Will you come along with us?” Almost without thinking Merry said that she would. It was a re lief to escape from the house, now- adays. A half hour afterward Merry was squeezed Into their little Ford with them. They were going to the White Peacock to dance, and they had plenty of “juney” along, so they told her joyously. “Juney?" ‘asked Merry, puzzled. “Synthetic gin, in other word: Not that T ever but the rest in one | were | to touch the nawsty stuff, of the crowd loves i The “crowd” was waiting for them a big round table in the White Peacock. ur of Derrick’s coliege friends, and three girls with their hair cut above their ears and their skirts cut above their knees. They all seemed like kindergart- ners to Merry. Her own partner, a red-hafred youth named Angus Mil- ler, was probably about her own age, but he seemed years younger to her — this “dancing fool” of a boy who thought it was smart to get drunk. With the air of a man of the world, he showed her a glass flask in his coat pocket. “Hot, eh?” he “Hot juney! When the rest are dead on their feef, you and T will still have this, eh?"” He hitch- ed his chair closer to hers and reached for her hand under the table. Merry pushed his away. “Whassa matter? Too cuddly for kisses?” he asked in meaningless slang. “All right, papa go by-by. Then he got up and walked over to a table on the far side of the crowded dance palace. Presently Merry saw him doing a mad Charles- ton with a strawberry blonde. Derrick and Jinny got up to dance. One by one the three other couples followed them out on the floor. Merry was left all alone She had the next dance with sitting there trying smile. It was a new experience for her. To sit there, and see other girls walk off with the men, and leave her sitting there like an elderly chaperone. Then all at once she saw that a man at the next table was looking at her — not as if she were a wall- tlower, but as if she were the one girl in the room that he wanted to look at. Her eyes slewed around and met his. (TO BE CONTINUED) Some people use the Indian club knock off a few pounds, LARGE_PIMPLES " BROKE_QUT On Face, Hard, Red and Scaled Over. Lasted a Year. 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