New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 27, 1926, Page 4

KEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1926, Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison” Revelations of a Wife —— Madge 'Phones Hugh's Cablegram to Her Father 1 saw one thing very his sne clearly ring comm land vy own temper w sttt be an explosion. Dicky w one of his unpleasant was fami with the nd not ripe for tan: sym tem Gr ) that I ee to con had brou musi t sald gl his do s) I moved toward the telephone, Dicky reached it before m “I'l] get the number for yo sald, and I k that it was wholly his habitual courtesy in little matters of kind which prompted the offer, but that was also in the act a measure of apology for his »mm ishness ¢ arn- ing Hugh Grantls “Nothing \\mm; At an “Thank you” T said gratitude, for the struggle to get telephone number is one of aversions. Dicky was able enough of his irritation upon luckless Ce head, so that when he finally succeeded in getting my father upon the telephone his good humeor was fairly well restore “Hello, Dad,” he said wi real affection he bears showing In his tone. “No, no!" quiek assurance. “Nothing wrong all, Madge and the boy are both pertectly all right, but—well she is; she can tell you better self.” T walked to phone reluc- tantly, for with reading of ti cablegram T had experienced on the queer little premonitions wh sometimes come to me, not h the in e telc my father, | and which I} s New Phase of to disregard d in this c code message ather 1 ore ten- cd never ere lur gram its ¢ something ominous f oved so Aly derly ause I known tainly that intil 1 a grown wom | Mad s Father Is Perturbed That my | e things which T He ys had and fascinatir known rious resh in | of him th him, n travel, with the ystery around. him sathily whispered gossip th forever seeking 1 developed that king, and t whom he had T was four years old d deserted my mother and | Only the someone, it w 1S 8 vas t t seen ind he he 1e for another wor embrance of my mother's death- mand to forgive him and hould come me to give | ter a da Wb rgiveness and 1 ter's love. But I had learned the t wealth which the reason for its 1 did know, how- | for many years he had cen high In the secret service of his Indeed, T had aided him, | llan’s guidance, in some of his notable cases. That this message had something to do with that part | his life, even though he was ically retired, T did not dcubt With no preliminaries save an af- ctionate greeting, I read the cable- | ram to him ne no Newspaper Service, Ine, ,Numr Thinks of Home By Thornton W. Burgess Tn time wanderer's will n to the spurn. the steps f Rack hol he did Pnee Mother Nature Meadow M ol Danny hink It 4 on hat he more o ed was think- didn’t T His hor sn't his 1 the f the salt marsh 1z of. . inde He really home anny Meadow Mouse Meadows, and th was thinking of it was this way: for a long time after Dauny had come to the beach there had been so much to do and so much to see and so0 much to learn that he hadn't geven home a thought. No, sir, Da Meadow Mouse hadn't given he on was ““That fellow talks Just as if he didn't know I could hear him.” thought Dapny to himself. hought. It vay with J ng a goo € t no wae heg z There T mean ong! kely to be th en the is quit opl v are h Dann it there was no r 80 Menus for the Family SISTER MARY the mock finner dessert ordinary but er ery ripe plums of » s rit vare Plum Junket Ice Cream ) Two cups milk, l}cup sugar, 1-4 of home. He he didn't like habit of ar himse i a neighbor That neighbor had ing on Danny's roof and | bill, and talking enough for D somehow Danny him. His talk ike this: sitt t loud ir him; and idn't like to I vould run som “There's nothing T 1 meadow mouse mouse ar better than No, it I had there would world T would t know of any- er than a ve tried a tr L thin dor il tes wdow m sorts of t hing give me time. If 1 wround here meadow the T would stay there was on all night.” Danny 1 lie in his little t underneath the old log on h the speaker and ¥ would shiver and shake clear end of his | short tai used to curl up and hold on to nd of tall someti sur didn't o You e, that on his roof wax Danny didn’t like fairly acquain the Great Horned Owl t cech owl, but member of the 18 Danny was cone didn’t ¥ Danny didn't Owl family. objected to § was sitti the neighbor sit- | ort-ear the Danny Hooty and Spooky was in s0 to be | ting awl hin ith hort-ear so.far Danny owl fam rneg, and n. For that lke any mem But he p ort-ear, b tter spent so much on that old log under ny had his nest. Hooty perch in trees. Danny is Is where re birds but 1s close ground son he gometimes Marsh Owl fellow talks know T could t Danny to him 1o hear hi meadow It like to ! is fat mo ner un g1 | eya was repafred as 1t he Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Illness MAGIC OF PLASTIC SURGERY REPLACES SCARRING KNIFE By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Fditor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygeia | the Health Magazine the Worl es A FIRST M« “Tt 1s ve becoming, Miss Dean said Joan's maid, b gingly rew the white ostr feath and et w my white gown. Sarah,” T sald per- as T pinned the white or- y sho which I took great sh h t I had 4 in my room when I entered Ther ‘For the me that this after all.” I asl “Yes, she T stepped difficult {rledly ma each of | ap over | nk toril id at m you, | trom war the nff! " m many During tilating | of the men we IS the dévelopment of in surgleal technique. Whereas formerly it d sufficient merely wou to amputa E limb to save life regardless of | surgeons then began | ler operations with a view most presentable appear- possible after repair. | technique itself but the war yielded a few in the medical service of the warring nations, Stitching and Filling additton to making sightly by fine by new features | ! re Wwas no name on the card— ad been written who hes convinced beautiful world was con to few up a a shattered | atd- | Ju re d, or nee, Miss Meredith ready, Sarah,” is waltin out into the h and ran stralght into the o stretche Tohn Meredith I stuttered The ers arms of “I beg your pard 't, please,” In ped wounds |S0U1d hardly breathe. I knew what he was going to do stitching, | 3 ods were evolved for filling in Bt and after- fccts by transplanting rom points elsewhere in the body. | For instance, a wound under the moving some the fore was le sup- i come in attachment | | It me In tissnes ny eyes mouth avidly, so much nised my face, ere they given. a man ght to myself, ing arms, nd looked ~he blushed like by of the loose tissue from ad or the check. This ched to its original ply 1 new vessels h and then the original or pedicle was removed In one instance from the upper part of chest o Kiss straight a girl “Forgiv into Jok tissua the taken | me,” stammered, mutilations were made sightly and | s she | | HEROWN WAY a Girl of Today “I don't know whether I will or Did it strike you, John Mere- dith, that T was the kind of girl who would stand for promiscuous petting | immediately you met me?" “I don’t know what you mean by | petting—TI have never kissed a girl | before in my life, and you, Judy, only struck me as the swaoetcst wo- man in all the world | *“Judy, forgive me. I cou it. Dear girl, I love you—I more than love you—I—I oh, the English language is so inadequate to express what T feel for you.” in't help was stronger it, and he drew me into alcove beside where we ling and pulled me down beside on a divan; again his mouth mine. “Stop, John does not excuse | you at all because I am the first girl you ever kissed, and I must say you do it like a veteran. However, you must know that someone might be ng along this hall at any time. What if it were Joan, what would she think of me?” “Joan would understand, he has been in love, and I her love for Barry Cornwall s her st glorious rapture as \e is for you. Judy, is it nothing that T am giving you my first is it nothing to you that for re my dres Judy, think true you | (Copyri J TOMORROW: Judy’s Dilemma. “Nun” at least a tolerable existence given to men whose lives otherwise might have been an agony sitiveness. | Transplanting Muscles In one case a man whose arm lost at the' shoulder had not| enough of a stump to attach | rtificlal limt | By transplanti muscles and | lons from hboring parts, | geons were malke p that well for the at- tachment of an artificial limb with | which the man was abls to earn a| livelihood. | The ecconomic a uation are, of course, even more imporfant than thoee relating | wholly to the patient’s appearance. | filled in the side of the face. H""i | of sen-| n a | | pects of the sit- | | You Owc Ihls | loyourguest Your guest has conferred an ob- ligationon youbycoming. You would not” think of stinting on food but unconsciously you may bedenying your guest rest- ful sleep. 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Breakfast started cooked and served at 7:35 / HAT'S about the fastest tinie rs know for cooking a hot and nourishing breakfast. Get Quick Quaker, than plain toast! Cooks faster Supplies the balanced food ration of protein, carbohydrates and vitamines— plus the “bulk” to make laxatives less often needed—that doctors angd authorities advise. Has the wonderful flavor, r\:h and | Start every da d that “stands by’ the morning. throtigh Your grocer has Quick Quaker— also Quaker Oats as you have al- w known them ' Quick Quaker were | m of love come | , 1928, NEA Service, Inc.) | of | motifs of fine | gold note appears | and | further desirable | col- | EAD THIS PIRST Honey Lou Huntloy is private | retary to old “Grumpy” ¥ | head of the Wallack Fabric Mills. “Grumpy” hired Honey Lou be- cause she was not only r, but tempered and sweet. He having her around and everyone else at the Wallack mills. Honey Lou liked everyone there, except Joe Me the shipping clerk. Somehow oth Hon Lou is halt afraid of Joe. One night Honey lou goes for drive with aru s Wallack, with w suddenly ad violently in love. when he kisses her, Honey siaps his face. Her mother has brou to bellev thet a k from a man unless he tha girl he kisses. | gets out of the car a | toward home, “Home" Lou is the little flat lives with her mother and Moody, her half-sister. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 111 Honey Lou went marching along fn the chilly darkness. Her head was up and her hands were clenched at her side She was blazing Honest anger that made race and her breath come sobbing jerks. She hurt. lack only ¢ 0 ows, or a om she has fallen But Lou her up 8 insult means to mar- Honey Lou Honey ero she Margret to in little was hurt, too To think that a ma What kind of girls did | one of them in tomorrow’s chapter. | dare to lay his hands upon her | and kiss her that way! As if belonged to him! The look that she shoulder, into the her, was half reser wistful. The kness behind and e trul nd-nickel had | turned and was cor | toward her. Tts headl | stream of dazzling the road. In another minute | was beside her | Honey Lou stopped, The glare of showed her to Jack the lovely, hyrt t at that moment - brown eyes glinting | the sensitive méuth car g slowly his sent a ness along black the car ftself Tt stonped 100. the head! Wallack g that she was the big, golden with tears and drooping and | unsmiling, “I'm sorry. {his voice camc | hind the headligh | back into the car - | take you straight homs Honey Lou heavd him open t door of the roadster. Dut | shook her head There v throat, and Really I'm sor from th e gloom be- “Please come - T pro to np in her for her to solid was hard said to h in strangled 5 woul inte your if you there wait me all You may able to kiss other girls, but you can't kiss ME like | that ana get away with it. Tl | have you know | And once more | Into the darkness. | gleaming black car {4 rush and a roar—und | into the December night. Honey Lou stood stock still | the loncly road and watched | until it was clear out of sight. 2 it night! Thi; pass; rted time the 1 her with vanished off it . . “You may be able «irls,” Honey Lou had said to Wallack And, to kiss other Jack of course, he had Kissed other girls. Lots of other girls He had never had any in doing it, elther. Sometimes had seemed to young Jack Wallack that It was almost too easy. For he had money and he was more than eommonly good to 100k upon. Tall, broad-shouldered and blond, with eyes that w very blue in hila tanned face tlese, unsatisfied eyes. F women adore, and yet man's man. All womsan llked him. Some of them not wisely — and some far too well, { lked | | - [ Hone | | did | ¢ | He |to Kiss 1 starts away | | lack HONEY LOU? © JOHNSON FEATURES INC., 1926 But until the when Lou Hunt up flight of father's fact@ never been woman, Knocked cl way he descri himself. Something T when they me haa er since. He hadn't been put her out of his mind. He was still thinking about he roe with the wind in his ng black car. He had not meant her that night when they arted out into the lonely country- de. He had just not been able to stop himself from dolng it. He had been longing for her twenty-four hours before it ha pened. No other woman before had ever raised such longing in Jack Wal- before. He had fallen head- long fn love with Honey Lou. as a man falls in love but once in his whole lifetime. And — he asked himself — what was he going to do about it? It was perfectly plain to that Honey Lou was not the ay before, ey came W iron steps in his Jack Wallack bowled over by the to silly,” was his feelings n sed q there on the stairs. him kind | of girl who could be kissed and for- art | Jack Wallack she | grin of {in threw over her | problem: half | | ights | for | stood in | | | went trouble | it | He was the kind of man whom | who is a | gotten. A girl who strucl man in the face when he forgot himeelf, was distinctly not that kind of a And what a wellop she does know? Honey lLou meets to himself with a s he sped along alone with his Jack 4 admiration dark pack! the o 0. was eight o'clock when Honey door of the little It Lou unlocked the Arbor street flat. The lamp glowed ble in the sitting yoom. of the flat was dark and mpty. Mrs. Huntley never wasted ctric light or anything else. She couldn't afford to. Honey Lou switched on little bedroom that Matgret shared On the old-fashic had belonged to Gre Huntley was a little Honey Lou Read it “Moth on the a light in &he and a dresser that grandmother folded note. r and I have gone to Duchessa’ with rgret had g down Mayhew,” “We'll be in front where we sit, Come on over as soon as you've had your supper. It's on 1e back of the stove, M. “The Duchessa” was the nelgh- borhood pieture house where the family spent one or two evenings every week. But no night,” said 48 she took and slipped her cold house siippers. “I've exeitement 1 want tonight own life!” she ove tten. for me Lou to herself, damp &hoes fect into pink had — in my movie Honey off h sitting there on the band-carved wal- e doorbell down- through the was of the old ut bed when stairs rang sharply cvening quiet. Honey Lou sat the 2 troubled could be She in a who the a1d not move. owling a little and wondercd downstalrs ' vinging >robably it's Aunt Luey,” decided. “I'll just let hor ring.” Aunt Lucy was mother's sister. he wis a gentle soul who had plenty of money and no family to spend it on. Honey Lou was very fond of her, and of Uncle Henry, too. aid not want to see them tonight. She did not want to see anybod She ' wanted to go out into the kitchen and drink some nice hot milk and then go straight to bed Straight to sleep and to forgetful- ness of the thing that had hap- pened to her an hour ago. She went softly out Into the lv- | ing room to turn out the yéllow 'lamp. It was thén that she heard foot- steps coming swiftly up the stairs. A knock came on the panels of the had | any seemed to “click” | been thinking about her | able | her | for | But the | “The | to- | all the sang at sho | But she | Beatrice _ Burton| author of L) |.a (3 lounn ER MAN' ETC. | door. Then another — sharp and 1KIng | staceato. Something told denly who Honey Lou sud- was behind that door. Perhaps it was her woman's | instinct. Perhaps it was only her own wish—or her heart that spoke to her. Such things happen some- | tim She went across the room and | flung the door wide. It was the man she knew it would be! It was ack Wallack who stood there. He never said a word. He just stood there and looked down at | her for a minute or two. Then he | stepped into the warm little room { flooded yith yellow lamplight, and cloged the door behind him. | Be the hung look in his eyes, Honey Lou's eyes dropped. She stood there before him. all | gold-colored in the lamplight. Even the honey-whiteness of her skin and the duskiness of her hair had a golden finge in that light. She was the loveliest thing that | the man beside the door had ever | seen, and the most desirable. | But when he spoke to her voice was cold and even “Miss Huntley, T cams | vour pardon,” he sid. “I don't know whether my Dad told you | &bout it or not—hut I'm going to | be down at the mills, after tomor- 10w, every day. We'll have to see a lot of one another—you and I | Won't you—be friends? | Honey Lou litted her brown eyes and looked straight at him for a minute. Then she held out her hand s “Why, of course,” she breathlessly. “We'll shake Shall we? They aid “I'm sorry as the dickens for | what T did tonight,” Jack Wallack went on. He was still holding the warm little hand in his as if he had forgotten it was thers, and st last Honey Lou had to draw it away from him. She crinklsd up her eves at him in that wonderful, sunny smils of hers, B “Let ore his to beg €aid on it, me tell you something.” | «he said. “You may not belisve it, Mr. Wallack, but I'd never been kissed by a man in all my life {until tonight. That is, not since I've been grown up. That's the truth.” She aid not as she said it. small girl, b fright. Young Wallack stared down at her steadily and intently for a minute or two. Then just the be- | ginning of a grin flashed across his face. “But I'm not sorry that T kissed |you,” he sald bluntly. “That fen't |what I'm sorry about at all. Tha | thing I'm sorry ahout is my leav- | ing you all alone out there in the country. It was a rotten trick and | T aamit it.” | He looked down at the pink bed- | | look very grown-up She looked like & lushing with stage- room slippers on Honey Lou's faet that were still aching and burning tter their long walk home. Honey Lou looked down at then, too, and there was a long silence in the little room. Then Honey “It e Lou hegan to laugh, was funny, though, wasn't she asked gayly. “I never thought that such a thing would ever happen to me! The old story of ‘ride out and walk bac That was one of the lovable things about Honey Lou. Her way, | of secing the funny side of every~ thing, and of everybody—even her- self “I'm glad you came,” she said to Jack Wallack as he turned to go. “I had made up my mind to quit my job down at your father's office, at the end of the wecky But now I won't of course.” She opened the door for him. “Goodnight,” she said - briskly. | “Goodby until tomorrow.” She felt that this was only the beginning of something — some= thing more than just friendship bes tween the two of them. The door closed and Honey Lon was all alone in the lamplit room once more. | She stood still listening to sound of his car starting and | rumbling off into the distance Her eyes were thoughtful. “Hmm,” she said aloud, “I won= der what_kind of girls he's been used to! That's what I wonder.” 1t was not long before she found | out. the then .. in that | Honey Lou smiled at herselt the glass as she undressed night | She hummed as she washed ont | ner stk stockings and her white | collar for the next day. Honey | Lou had discovered that a pair ot | #silk stockings could be made to last for weeks and weeks {f they were washed out every night and | hung to dry. i She had found out, too, that even an old dress looked smart and neat if it boasted of a fresh white collar every day. And, as Honey Lou worked. &he the top of her volce the Kind of razzy-jazzy song that her r could not understand and | hated to hear her sing. | “What a man— | don't make love “On the installment plan—" crooned Honey Lou, running fresh | pink ribbons in her clean princess slip. | It was a cheap little melody. But as it cane softly and huskily from Honey Lou's lips it sounded like one of the world's great love songs. Her voice lingered on each word | giving every one of them a mean- | ing and romance that no song- writer had ever given them. Tor as she sang them she was thinking of tfie man she was going to see in the morning—Tomorrow! (TO BE CONTINUED) ey - QKIN BLEMISHES - moth | pimplee, blackheads, ete., clmod away easily and at little cost by esino