New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 15, 1926, Page 12

Quicksands of Love ‘Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife —— Veritsen Tells Madge Why Ho Spurns His Son “May I talk to you about him?" The words were a cry, stralght | from the soul of Philip Veritzen, who was reported to have that pos- sesslon under perfect control, and | F b never to exhibit its workings to any | when th human being. But I am familiar enough with suffering and heart- break to detect their echoes, and never had I heard them more clear- ly than In ti “Expelled from college for thett,” |he finished “I don't won- bitterly, Inly because of hurting you,” I stoutly n accusation like should not be dodged but out into the open especially innocence of the accused in the minds of him best.” 1 at him steadily, and his 1 said |is beyond question | those who know | T looke | eyes fame the voice of the man op- | posite me, It was the first time, | moreover, In all our close xssocla- |7 tion of work that I had cau; himselt glimpse of the real man behind the [ Madge Calls Veritzen Stubborn brilliant, polished, poised personal- | is t ty which Phillp Veritzen presented | to his world, and I thrilled to the | knowledge. | | | 1 sald do not “You the boy has. at e of your obstin- 1 boldly. “Mr. 1 that there was no que minds of those who boy that he was chival- some d that of that the thefts from col- acy and ham in the | Gr tion My pulses were throbbing to some- | knew thing else also, the wild hope which had come to me when I first saw Noel Veritzen's sensitive face etohed with the lines which mental torment brings, the hope that sometime 1| might be instrumental in effecting a | reconciliation between the boy and his father. It had seemed the mer- | est chimera then, that hope, for| Philip Veritzen was then to me & man wrapped in mystery and almost | insufferable pride. But.since then |schoolboy fashion for the favor of we had shared that most barrier- (one of the girls in the college town, breaking of all associations, a com- |2 pretty and 0ood enough little munity of work, and I could not !} I fancy, but with the men- help the knowledge that Philip Ver- | tality of a mole. Because of this| itzen liked me and enjoyed my com- alry, Noel felt that he must try | panionship to a degree somewhat|to shield Leslie, even though one of | disturbing. The fact that he had |the things which the dastard stole asked to tell me of the boy was a|Wwas an heirloom, a valuable ring ravelation in itself of his attitude |&iven Noel by his mother, whom he | toward me, for he was reputed to|idolized. But I could not see any | be exceedingly chary of his con-|such Quixotism, and I hurried to fidences, and Dicky has sald that|the college and helped to get the no one ever dared to mention Noel ence which caused Leslic's ex- Veritzen's name to his father after |pulsion. But though Leslie knew the college episode resulting in the |that Noel had refused to do any boy’s expulsion. "\l.mg against him, he was so enrag- took ate advar Noel TS I could not sofl your ears” Mr. Veritzen said measur “‘with the epithets which prop belong to he name of Jac slie. The boys were not friends, they had nothir in common, but they were rivals in |it with his with; |ing happy ]L_ The Beauty Posed by Hazel Hurd CONDITION—Too0 prominent bones in the neck TREATME ishing skin food and go over the surface that is currugating with a rota massage movement. Work slowly with a firm stroke sufficient to bring rosy glow and stimulate the circulation. Afterwards go over the surfac with ice wrapped in a towel, and follow with a mild astringent. and shoulders. Doctor | i @ NT—Dip your finger tips in cocoa butter or some nour- y it difficult to keep pace with rapi or extensive discussions. “But th ng out h leg which in its special was plainly visible, and must thi is shortened made shoe pointing to ! 1 arm. Althov 1t was very pathetic and I wanted to ery, I could not help be- for T knew in my heart by , John achieved a great himself. surely, you sce Speaking of Operations The woman who is known the fact that she has had operations is likely to be a stant visitor of the sick whom will regale with it is known a her “organ recital.” Then fiv these gesture victory over 1 was almost sure that he had ne e 1 A visitor of a “Oh, If You Would!" ed at me, that ha deliberately ac- | It was with all of this knowledge |cused Noel of being his accomplice, | and tremulous hope in my heart [and presented such proofs that the that involuntarfly I put out my ity were compelled to expel | hands toward him across the table Noel lso, chiefly hecause the bo in an earnest little gestu; would nei “Oh, it you would!” I breathed, |it. I am sure and the tragic lines of his face melt- | volved in some ed into a smile. He put his hand |lic gave Noel his choice of silence over mine for the merest fractlon |against the accusations, or a drz of an instant, taking it away again |ging in of the girl's name.” s mine stirred in a withdrawal as| ‘“And believing your boy capable mpulsive as my first gesture hadjof such sacrifice, you shut him out | been. For suddenly I had realized | of your 1 my voice heavy that I was in a pubile restaurant, |with scorr and that a casual observer might in- | “Piano! o! terpret our colloquy as a love scene. | ing familiar voice b “I suppose you know the sordid vised. “Your expos story,” he said, his lips twisting in |tinctly audible four wry distaste. “Will you tell me|Hello, Veritzen! Take what you do know. Just a second. and don’t get her When the waiter goes.” any question of duty The man took our order and when |} not qu had gone away again, I said |she's riding that hol 1y, | Startled, I looked up to see Dicky really know very little. My |standing beside the table nd told me that your son had | Copyright, 1926, by I hesitated. re Service, L my advice red up about | to man or e sane when ! ast, She' he o { | | | | { morning. Some of those Oy been opened on the boat. looked around among By THORNTON W. BURGESS = Graywing opened plcked up | it where ake a look What do you The humblest folks sometimes af- ford shells, Presently, he A glimpse of life in sweet accord. 'something and dropped —0ld Mother Nature | Leddy could see it. S, at th x stood watching a Her- | make of it tling about with his Reddy never g those funny They nsed we all like to be inside Reddy Reddy T\ mit Crab sc house en his back got tired watch Iittle Hermit Crabs. him. You know, amused. And down had a great deal of respect for those little Hermit Crabs o were smart enough to use the shells of other folk for their own prot “Do you know,” sald R Graywing the Gull, “I nk Crabs are the smartest Crab family.” Why 802" asked G ing a little surprised. Because,” replied Reddy, nd looke It a tiny nching looked too weak 4. It was a Cra claw for it to teeny T of ar Crab retorted Graywing? ly grown.” cry wide Huess ¢ 0, t Crab is fu s opene 2l say that I don't believe yon,” , “but you can see for your- that this Crab can’t run around ction 1dy to those the 1 thovet ' retorted Gray . Crab, and it i n't run around he doesn’t have want to. You did you?" a1 look- wing, quite they | or s would, if t Non thelr e en smart enough to do that.” “Is that so? Graywing, of atives ell, you wouldn’t see her now hadn't n that somebody ned an Oyster, and she fell out." s i have seen how arp cars pricked do you mean by an Oyster?' " asked he, an,” replied Graywing, “tha Alrs. Oyster she I | out of i adhy, s Crab with H ted In those 1 with them H Cao “Take a look at this,” said he r make a til you to know H E *fi;?m of Today JUDY'S OPINION John Meredith ered n I told him he growing soul, that I I stantly his face t red “Why do gh," “Of course, I know that I am many it 1 did not 100! merity to tell you you had no reason of all men, that for being miserabl lay ed you | wished [ visitor need imitate | extent historical turn of recorded mind ho carefully all of the ne his own family and rela tives for four generations, and wh delig in g mort wtistics from er spoken of his shriveled arm and T leg before in any way, 1 wr doubly sure that not to anyone in t world had he called particular atten- tion to them, and he had shown to me when all 1 the one person to whom he to appear “like other men | are.” I managed to keep the tears back, but I think the smile upon my mouth was rather mechanical. “Of course,” 1 explained, “A per- fect leg and arm would be better for you, but surely you must know that have enough splendid physical 1d mental attainments to wyone forget your magnified tion. With your brain, person- ulous wealth vou should forget everything about yourself that is not perfect. John Meredith turned toward me impetuously. “Could vou forget Tudy holding good h es of its cit {llet whil morbidit e fairs. Breakias real, thin s0ft cooked meheon bear salad, house oes, string pincappl Er rolls, Parker and roly-poly, out coffee, de crt positior flour ar nner in its with white would never it at all, if you insisted upon dragging your c into every conversation.’ ng like John nearer Again he was conquered by otion that made him out not dition ways o baki bu stion par- for stufling tomatoes - th following ly good. or mufiin rings aking tomatoes since falling apart during the cooking. Stuffed Tomatoes Four medium sized 3-4 cup cooked macaroni, 1 tea spoon minced onion, 4 tablespoon: grated cheese, buttered erumbs. Wash and cut a from stem end of the tomatoes, out 1 sal hammer. neay came [ s is L5 Rameki r re a they ista forget A ps, s - preven and I think if T found me Inc.) “Judy, don't p wit don't blame me if T we 1 would not want to live, out that you were plaving witl (Copyright, 1926, Service, TOMORROW Dilemma. Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Illness i slice th Invert on a plate and will slip off after baking. the pulp to remove the s combine with macaroni cheese. Till tomatoes xture and crumbs. F ing dish, add a water and 1 t bake 20 minu s from ds o with REMEMBER YOUR FTIQUET WHEN VISITING A PATIEN By DR. MO Editor Journal Medical Hygeia the He; in a butter an moderat dish. lespoon a s in and Magazine Associa bak oven. In every communily there certain persons who may cnded on to grect the 1 of sickness the h00d with somethin usnal amount of them mesns an exhibit the grandest the wardrobe affords 'nd at once upon the the bed-ridden individ T they plant thems stantially the ed 10 is likely to amusement from the visitor himself, the femin be d announce e neighbor- | less than the depression. To opportunity 1o raiment that and to de- home of i ves sub- in entert sick-room t to o patient, derive far less | the visit than In this instance pronoun may prob- wbly invariably be 1, although v lodge or brotherhond ting sick committee, with a few of this genus in the masculine gen- ler, who may be relicd to ruin it day h week in has been ne use eve has its on who and are mome sick disturbed by visitor m il health, in the majori 1l bring: pointed fox early town to enj wrves with th k. wn Ltiguet reason to left visits intima rsons ick-room same res 1o ¥ W most : with em a ctiquet, I ons physician to with disfavor on their most hospitals nowa- | efinitely the number of sall on any pa- the | sickness that should oom. 1 in- hes to talk about listen patiently | but depart into | using topic at ¢ opportunity. is not in t himsel visitor m h interes 1ore tahoo valid does mean that the a dialect com- r, be- hort story t tonsils have 15 1 1gh 100 whose or who hs 1 abdom arty | not be The mind led to some with his own troubles to a large extent. He finds one who tells you how 'to cure it. ) been removed ) stitehe wall cannot Convers nsive s in enjoy 1926 BY W : i LN e A SERVICE M. and occupied a for con- n il1- o Menus for the Family mashed | milk, uses t d clp in tomatoes, s scoop and sprinkle inside with let stand on ice for 1 hour. The skins | Strain | and | on nnd‘ this | inkle with buttered | buttered bak tablespoons of a s mode of Y AY: @ CAROLYN BEGIN HERE TODAY Mrs. Prentiss sces lights in the Heath hous | door one night, and the Harbor Gardens, Long agog with the murder of Myra Heath and the disappearance of her husband Perry. House guests of the Heaths ar Lawrence Inman, heir to yra! fortune, and Bunny Moore, beauti- ful, vivacious, to whom suspicion | points because of her strange tions. Myra Heath never never wore colors, yet when her vas found she was heavily rouged. She had a mania for ing glass, it was a rare from_her collectlon that murderer used to kill her. C: were burning at her head and feet; nearby was a card marked, “The | Work of Perry Heath.” The strange thing about Heath | disappearance is that the windows and doors were locked on the inside the night before and were found it way in the morning. Finger- prints of Bunny Moore and Inman found on the bottle. old next xt day used rouge, body ollect - 1 bot- ndles | were At i Sam r the Anderson, club presi- othe Mrs. Bunn e been and w of Prentiss and in love with ves Heath also may d. Bunny is amazed to get a phone call from Heath. He calls her again, Inman is guilty. Bunny s under a grilling by Detective Mott. Inman confides to Buck that e Bunny ascending the stairs the mur nd Mott ques- all the servants and tells them to keep silent. Katle, a maid tells of scelng a man leave the grounds the ht of the murder. Mott is in- clined to think Bunny is guilty. after NOW GO ON WITH THE CHAPTER XXXIT Al Cunningham had alwa flat- or himself that he had detective i stinct. But it was fhttery, and, morcover, it was harmful flattery. Ior it gave him confidence in him- in his conclusions which was not justifiabl His detective » to a certain STORY self and | \ inct was all right point. But that nt came very near the beginning | ualities. gination was lina of det Tor instance, his ima good, but it was untrained. A d teetive depends frequently on his imagination, but it is not one which runs rampant, or flies off in a new direction and every hint that presents itself. Also, Cunningham lacked experi- enee in o s. He had intui- tion and quick perceptions, but his | jndgments were hastly and change- able; sympathies too easily en- listed, and his personal bias too dominant in his conclusions. If Mott had brains in addition to his own, he would have been a first-class sleuth But Mott's strong points were his stence and his dogged pe i Too often these were | plied to a wrong premis: bim into a futile line of re | Cunningham, on the contrary, starting on a promising outloo would be easily turned aside by some sudden development, which might or might not be of real im- portance. Had the two men chosen to work together and work harmoniously, they might have accomplished much. But in truth, each held the other's powers in contempt, and pursued his own way, with more or less suce Myra Heath had been killed Tue: | day night, or, rather in the hours of Wednesday morning. About two o'clock, the doctors had su mised, but had admitted that might he from half an hour to an hour out of the way. It was not late Thursday afte noon, and Cunningham couldn't fe that | real evidence or discovered any real | clues. He was sure that Bunny | Moore either did the deed, or knew | who did it, but his certainty for little without proof. He despaired of Heath, feeling certain that a cley | man who could disappear so myste of th | be found until he was good and | ready. Cunningham rather thought th Bunny had killed Myra accidentall | and that Heath knew it, and had e away to save the girl from his | enforced evidence, But this, too, was only surmise and with little foundation, at that. So, rather discour and with vanity somewhat disturbed, Cun- ningham walked into the club, with | a halt formed intention of telling his friends there that he could not solve | the mystery. But on r im Anderson. | “Dear Cunny:” it ran. | down to New York on a mere | chance of getting a line on Heath. | T shall get back about nine, or pos- | sibly later. I wish you'd be at my house when I return, as I may have news,—but, more likely not! Any- | way, be there, and we can talk over things. Wait for me on the side porch. Yours, Sam.” Cunningham felt promised help of Anderson's, but al- | 0 felt a bit chagrined that the mat- r had been taken out of his own hands, Howevér, he proceeded to put in | the time pleasantly enough, had his | dinner at the club, and a bit before | the appointed hour, he strolled over Anderson’s house was a solid, pretentious affair, ve to bachelor free- A house typical “I've gone relieved at his | | an It built with an dom and luxur, of Harb the homes in Harbor Gardens. Knowing well the side porch | question, Cunningham went | and sat down to wait. No formality | was required, for Anderson’s friends | often congr { in | comfortable lounging chairs, smok- ing stands and all that went to make entertainment. A butler appeared, WeLL e | ac- | the | he realized it w club the murder | , who is try- | had Cunningham’s | he had, so far, unearthed any | went | finding Perry iously was not going to let himself | aching the club he was | | given a note that proved to be from Park and entirely unlike | there | ed in this spot, and | the big, cozy place was supplied with | and asked | ary tale. To cure a bad cold laugh at every- | Cunningham what he could bring | him, and then filled his order with ! ly, alert faculties stunned, and the| FICTION S the deft promptness of a well-train- | mysterious | ed servant and left the visitor alone. himself | cushioned Cunningham stretched luxuriously in a chintz Island, is | steamer chalr, with pipe and glass | at his elbow, and ruminated on the possibilities of Anderson’s getting | | any trace of Heath. At nine o'clock his host had not appeared, but a few moments after nine he saw a shadowy form ap- | proaching and a man came quietly ! | up on the porch and sat down be- | side him. Though dark, there was enough light from a house window for Cun- | ningham to see the features of this man, and to his stunned amazement s Perry Heath! row, Cunny,” | “It won't get | know, and if ble to help | “Don't raise a Heath said, calmly. you anywhere, you you sit tight, I may be you." Cunningham’s quick wits accept- | ed this, and he said: “All right, old man — I thought | you'd turn up sooner or later. Now, tell me all about it.” “Where's Anderson? He's the one I came to see. I thought it was he | sitting here,” No, he's gone to New York to hunt you. But he'll be hame now. any minute. Youwll wait for him? ire. T v, Cunny, what are you doing in the sleuthing line?” Why, I-— good Lord, Perry, T can’t sit here and talk calmly to you! I ought to be telephoning the police and all that! “Don't try it. I'm not the mur- | derer, you know Who s | of course. T only blew in | here for e minute to tell Sam that and to ask him to sce justice done. I know they're suspecting that mite of a girl, little Bunny, but she didn't | do it. Only a blind, pig-headed im- becile could think such a thing!” “Why are you in hiding?” Cun- ningham demanded. | 'm not in hiding. T lit out he- ause T didn't want to testify against | but when that kiddy is ac- 1 have to put in a word for saw Inman commit the crime?” | CHAPTER XXXIIT “Sure. But I don’t want to go into details. I'm never coming back, why | should T? I've lost Myra, she was | all T cared for. Inman was in love with her, and—well, he was in love with her money, too. But I'm not going 1o blab about him. He can | fight his own battles. It's the Moore baby I'm looking after. Oh, no, I'm not In love with Her, but T won't sec harm coma to the child. Tl appear against Inman, rather than that. Now look here, Al T can't wait any | longer to see Sam mow. You tell | him T was here, and tell him what I've sald.” “But, Lord, Man, you can't go off like that! You've — Why, you've knocked me galley-west, and 1 don't know what I ought to do—" Y ou ay in the matter. You tell Sam Anderson all I've told you, nd you and he must work together to get that little girl freed of sus- picion. It vou don’t—or can’t, I'll \ppear in propria persona and fix things up myselt.” But — but, tell me more. aid you get ou “Walked ott, of course. And Lar- ry locked the door behind me.” “Who painted her face?" “Larry, of course. And he set up that fool card, thinking he could implicate me.” “And you went testify against t vour wife! Who desecrated her dead body with that stly painting! And who tricd to make it seem that | you were her murderer I swallow all that, Heath “No, I suppose not,” Heath spoke | wearily, and brushed back the long lock that fell over his brow. “Bu Cunningham, it's because you can’ understand a man of my tempe ment. My wife is dead, nothing can | bring her back to me, and rather an go through the harrowing es of inquests, detect s, trials and interminable questioning, I'd | rather get out and leave it all. You | know my bellefs about immortality | nd all that. Or rather you know I | don't belfeve in it. To my mind, | Myra is gone and gone forever. That clay is no more my wife than any | other bit of earth. I want her prop- | erly honored and decently buried, | but all that wilt be attended to, T| know. For Larry is her heir and her kinsman, and he will look after such matfers properl 1 shall go off by myself and begin a new life far away from here. I've no ties in Gaybrook Harbor,—on the contrary, it holds for me only horrors and sad memories. T never should have reap- peared at all except that I fear for Bunny's safety. But it you and An- derson give a true report of my ap- pearance here and state that I vow ind declare that I saw Larry Inman kil my wife, I think there can be no further question of Bunny's guilt. It's too absurd to think of that child in connection with it, but Mott is stubborn, and having the idea in his head he won't easily give it up. However, if the persecution of Bun- ny goes on, I will come out in the open and protect her. That would mean entire exposure of Larry's guilt. Whereas, if Bunny is exoner- ated, perhaps Inman can get away with a not proven case. Oh, well, do what you can.” And, to Cunning- ham'’s amazement, he found himself alone Heath had disappeared, silently, as he had come, He merely rose suddenly and stepping down from the porch had walked away so rapidly into the darkness of the shrubbery on the lawn, that Cun- ningham scarcely knew which way he went. He rose and peered into the shad- ows. There was no use in pursuing Heath, he never could find him in the darkness of the night. And as to raising a hue and cry, Cunningham didn't know whether that was his duty or not. He sat down again, dazed and worried. It all seemed like a dream. { He could hardly believe that Perry | Heath had realluy been there, and | had told him such an extraordin- How off, rather than man who killed His brain was bemused, his usual- JEY CASE = G. | wou | pretty well ds lan effect of irregularity, rowing towards the top. Stiffer crowns are frequently ornamented with striped ribbon motifs or deco- rative embroidery. In the upper sketch today is a very smart hat made of beige and henna colored felt in a striking striped design. A medlum brim flares off the face and the erown ] is pleated at {irregular Intervals, Below s a more sophisticated turban meodel of black velvet trimmed with a band of marabout he | feathers across the top. story | Felt in beige and henna stripes — [makes a smart hat for general & | street wear. Below is a more for- V| mal turban model of black velvet ® | trimmed with marabout. 1926 P PUTNAM SONS more he thought it all over the more it puzzled him. He wished he had Heath as he went aw had raised an alar hadn’t caught the man. was fishy,—that's what it fishy, And there h¢ had h chance to distinguish himself catching and holding the elusi Perry Heath, and he had let the | chance slip through his fingers. He | should bave grabbed the man, and called for help from the servants of | the Anderson household. Those se vants were 50 well trained that they d never come unless summon- | ed, but a cry of alarm would have brought them to his ald. He ought to have held Heath prisoner, at least until he could have proved his story, or had Larry Inman called in to dis- | prove it Altogether, Al | rushed after he en if The w d Copyright, 1926 (EFS) [TREE-TOD) STORIES GOOD-NIGHT (™ OOD-NIGHT, dear Day!™ Marjorie said befere she curled up in her bed. And the Day sent a little breeze-kiss for answer. “Good-night, Little Birds! Have a happy sleep in your still, dark trees!” The birds flew over the house and twittered a soft “good- night!” “Good-night, bright Flowers close your petals and have sweet dreams,” said Marjorie happily. Hollyhocks peeked in at the window and nodded a dainty “good-night.” Then the Dark came down and ‘covered them all. Cunningham was | isted with himself, nd in his brain was a half formed resolution to s nothing of the matter to Anderson. This was a dangerous {hing to do, for Heath had commanded him to repeat his version of the affair, and at heart, Cunningham was a bit of a coward. He was afraid, of Heath, who had | seemed very stern and determined. | On the whole, it would doubtless be better to tell Anderson the whole story. He would blame him, for not nabbing Heath, but that could not be helped now. He was still mulling over the mat- ter, when Anderson arrived. | “Hello,” he said, “glad to see you Cunn,. Sorry to be a bit late, but I had to take a detour. And I'm hungry as a hunter. Come on in the house with me, and we'll 2 bit of supper together, while we talk. Though I've little to tell and I suppose you have less. The thing is getting on my nerves. It really Dbegins to look desperate for the lit- tle girl. T heard—" (To Be Continued) ‘Large Pores Are Unnecessary Nothing is so unsightly as a skir t always shines or looks greas: There is a preparation called MEL- LO-GLO Skin-tona (part of a new| wonderful French Beauty Treat ment) which removes excess oil strengthens the muscles, cleans anc | reduces pores, and beautifies the skin. 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