New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 29, 1926, Page 10

NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNE SDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 192 Quicksands of Love ‘Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife —— Does Madge's Strange bode 112 1 found but fitfully d ing it the erypt Hugh Grar me. to relay not rid my the messag ominous my blood and self of por came fou open something two hours ey day's s no to 1 1 Movi rouse W cold antil Then for a s stairs, let and started the Drive. Ordinarily nt t P ift mysel up 1 to my ca L uring the t fat th parkway Dream Fore- possibl land which he t b lown elow especially at that hour in the morn- ing which s the lovelfest, ning to there w the walk long hilaration wh B show. up t from th did succeed in tirin, I knew that when I ret quietest ut B t exercise his s nothing of enjoy and though » Drive, 1 ysel apartment T should be able nap I so sorely 1 was more tire however, my steps to d and when within 1 a needed. an hac ha an; en the sun is just beg mor nent f out irned to to g 1 tho A retr 1t mil m the n tramped & 1 got no ex- jut 1 and the t the aced of the house, I sank down in a secluded scat ing the - parkwa v inan angle of the from the ¥ sep: I above it. Tt was one completely and no one pass- den by shrubbery, ing would ha one was sitting there. With my head against the back of the seat, 1 gave myself up ve dreamed that fatighe resulting from my walk though I made several resolutions to get up and go home away in the making, minutes 1 was fa How long my st and they fa in a aslecp. involuntary lasted I do not know. vaguely that I shifted m my neck fe several times, because cramped from the hard seat. 1 remer pos arat- hid- the and aded fe nap ber itic sup- pose the fantastic dreams— night- mares rather—which were caused by the same thing. For relentlessly one figure flitted came to me | her through a wom my ned I Lroug! I had of ation of ed re- had re- be- all his rm us owe f kidn Draper had co I had relived orized time in of ngry dispute r the , and the an who had caused tal of Gran an Gra Natur lly re much 1 anguish was ily before me, isly the At av upon the park ted no horrible letta agai ippose subconscio fear dreams was omit her lo s left me. in my bench, there s of her hich later frenzied went ba for v crazed love had turned Dicky even more My dreams en Di and T fir the train to Marvin when he I, but few months n rricd, looking for a little home in the ntry. Vividly I saw her in the marvelous young beauty that was hers, and saw also Dicky's excite ment in finding the “perfect model,” as he dubbed her. My dreams swept on to the first time she attempted my life when she dived beneath me while we were swimming in the ocean and seizing my ankle pulled me under the water. There followed in quick succession other dread pic- of her shooting of Dicky and the stabbing of herself, and of her almost successul plet to kill Dicky | during his trial flight in the aviation field during the World War. The kidnapping of Junior and the plot «gainst the Government in which she unsuccessfully had tried to have me glven up to a terrible death—not one of them was omitted, and through them all, I heard her voice saying over and over again, with the | quintessence of venom in its tones: “It is a good scheme: We will drag the mire!” Copyright, 1926, hp » Feature Service, to the day t saw her upon r a wepaper Inc. Danny By Thornton W. "twill A sudden ke shock Has a Shock Burgess To get some people wide —Old Mother Nature, up his mind that start for been brought airplane, whic called a Man Bird home, home was he didn't know. to the beach as Danny Meadow Mouse had he was going though v He on had ed out of it as soon os he somet imes awake. T He in know made to here had an he n limb- arrived at the beach and he hadn't thought of 1t since. of nothing else. Do can once find that But now he could think Man Bird,” thought Danny, “T'll be safe. take I'll be safe, Even f? home right away, “What?" what que was tha of course, 1t will fist as Da to pa from rther Jimmy When discovered he popped al up in one corner | relief. It had just come | ail and like have heon out all # well tired out by was ¢ doesn’ t d von He had mos \3 ht hie m is pre back But, ) 1y | 10 home, But there is one thing about him—he is always good-natured. which is more than can be said for some other felks. You see, being out all night is perfectly all right for Jimmy Skunk. “Good morning,” squeaked Danny. Jimmy didn’t hear him. “Good morn- ing, ghbor Skunk,"” cried Danny a little louder in that squeaky voice of his, “I suppose it You suppose what Danny, looking puzzied. “Why, a good morning, of course, retorted Jimmy. “What are you do- ing over here at this hour “I'm looking for some plied Danny. “Can you tell me where that big Man Bird is—the one that ought me here to the seashore?"” “How should I know lied Jimmy rather shortly. “That Man Rird flew away the very day vou got here. How should T know where it is? 'What!"” squealed Danny. wh-what was that you sald?" L d that that big Man Bird flew away long ago,” replied Jimmy. “What's that to What are you whimpering about?" “I-I-T want to go home. 1.1-T want {to g0 home anfl now I c-c-c-an't What shall T do?"” “Stay here,” replied Jimmy Skunk Irvly. replied Jimmy demanded news,"” re- rep von? right, 1926, hy T. W. Burgess) next story: “Danny |Menas for the Family ISTER MARY o am rol praches, wcon and liver, milk, coffee in peanut brown tte, milk, tea. casserole, 1 Is tomatoes, s~ pear corn salad, cookies chicken s no other en un- not be but they 50 tabies t 1 Gt should imbers, arole finely mineed mon juice and Potatoes Butter ced cooked ahile Peanut Sauce potators. 1 pea- 1spoon salt, 4 tabl crumbs poon butter lespoons 1 Cook wly milk, stir- until with salt a fork tablespoonful add A thick- 1son with 1 with fork til blended saucé and pour well-butterad 1 for un- y. un hot butter | oven Servid®, Tne.) | Ti 1.00 Port of London can store 100 tons of goods in its ware- ¢ time he sru‘lmuz into cereal, bubbling. Stir| and! Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Jllness BY Editor Medical t Recently DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Journal of . the American Assoclation and of Hygela Health Magazine there came to medical ention the case of a woman whp ad 1 the victim of the search for beauty through eurgery, She was the wife of a prominent mer- chant in a foreign count When she was eight years old she was operated on for the | tuberculous glands in her up, married successfully and birth to a handsome son. n the meanwhile her life, comfortable enough otherwise, was | disturbed because the scars of her ratlon showed when she wore | i grew av Tours Europe set out upon a tour She arrived in Paris, consulted several eminent |dirgeons. all of whom advised against operation. 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She had unsightly scars, worse even than those for which she had origin- ally consulted him, Her skin, irritated by the caustic chemicals used to peel it, conttnued to give off fine scales. The lifting operations, the loss of hlond, the weeks vy for recovery In a low-grade hospital in which the heauty doctor finally placed her, left the woman nervo! melancholy— mentally a wreck. A reputable eurgeon makes no guarantees of success in plastic sur- gery. The disreputable beauty doc- tor relies on the shame of the pa- tient and her fear of rdicule to protect him when his surgery goes wrong, as it so often does. FASHIONS By Sally Milgrim doctor. necessa Habit Fabric The Smartest Riding Is Masculine in Both and Cut T up ¢ well-dressed woman idea of a feminine appear- horseback. Her habits note of masculine sever- materia land cut. 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She| pa-| doctors | ied on rather | appearance on | The | — ached finally | success ac- | | fuses | trim- | a plain| | | ing up at READ THIS FIRST: Honey Lou Huntley is private retary to old “Grumpy” Wallack, head of the Wallack Fabric Mills. Grumpy” hired Honey Lou only because she is quick «nd clever, but because she is good- tempered and sweet. He likes hav- ing her around. So does everyone els mills, from the office Ann Ludlow, to Joe Mcadows But Honey Lou is without quite not the vamp, the shipping clerk. afraid of Joe Meadows, knowing why. One afternoon Jack Wellack, rumpy’s heir, falls in love se and violently, and with I when he drives Honey Lou home slaps his home, Honey Lou meets " son and retly he But and kisses her she Later he comes to her apologizes. “Home" to Honey flat where ashioned mother Margret Moody. he next day young Wallack starts work at the mills, Ann Lud- low tells Honey Lou he is there to | learn the b %0 he can take it over when his father retires. He comes to Honey Lou late in the afternoon, in dirty overa and \sks her to meet him at the corner, and drive home with him. She re- to meet on the street corner, and that night when she leaves the office she finds him waiting for her outside. He is talking to a bea ful blond girl who is sitting in a closed automobile that is drawn up o the Honey Lou wonder: wvho the girl is, and what she is loing therc at that hour. face. and Lou is the lit- lives with her and her half- she siness, curh. gi NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER V Honey Lou eould see that oflier girl's eves never left as she crossed the muddy walk to Jack Wallack's side. “Well, here I am!” she said, look- him and laughing a lit- tle breathlessly. “Yes, and ten minutes late, too,” he added. His quick smile flashed out as he took her by the arm and gave her a shake. “Angela,” he turned toward girl who silently watched from the window of her car, want you to know Miss Honey Lou Huntley, who is my dad's special guardian angel down here at the mills.” He looked from one to the other of the two bright faces. “Miss Allen | is a great friend of my dad's, t00,” he explained to Honey Lou. “She oftan comes down here to get him and take him home.” Honey ILou racked her brains. But for the life of her ehe could | not. remember ever having seen this beautiful smiling person be- fore, in all the six months she had worked for “Grumpy.” “Are you sure she often comes | down here?” she asked Jack when they were in his car and were driv- | ing down between the lamp posts of FExchange strect. “She's beautiful that I'd surely remember her, if 1'd ever scen her before. She's the loveliest-looking thing I ever laid my lamps on.” “Isn't she?” Jack agreed enthusiasm, and a hot little pang of shot through Honey Lou's the her side- the them <0 with | jealousy heart. She looked at him sharply. Just | how well did he know this Angel Allen, with her saint's face and her fashion-plate clothes? Just how much did she attract him, Honey | Lou wondered. And while she was wondering. Jack Wallack answered the unspok- en questions that poured into her mind like water through a flood- gate, “My dad always calls Angela | ‘Angel,’ " he sald, as the car turned | into Chester row with its blank- looking buildings, all shut up for the night. “Is she as | good as all that?’ asked Honey Lou. She gave him a quick sldewise look and saw that he was nodding his head. | “She surely i he answered serlously. “She spends most of | her time doing nice things for people who ‘need to bave nice things done for them. Goes down to Holy Cross hospital once a week to tell stories to the sick littl kids there —and all that sort thing, you know." “Holy Cross hospital,” T.ou repeated, ‘“why, that's where | Margret, my half-sister, works She's in the office there—" broke off suddenly and gave a soft, husky little laugh. “Ien’t it the funnicst thing?” she asked, turning her ceger face up to in the darkness, “we don't know a single thing about each other, do You and I? But here we riding along together as if we the best friends in the world! T wonder ! Miss Allen thought tonight when she saw get into this car with Honey she | we? are were wh me hing at man at her side hing of comething ver had all sald probably,” the 7 she did was sure nice. An- thought ne's and rink be an it to pretty an unkind in her life good, through Head says that Head! for goodness gela Jout just n anybody plain through. The ‘Who's “The sake?" Honey Lou asked. “My mother.” He laughed. dud and T always call her that. He be the big n at the but at h mother runs thing you to my mother, Lou. She's wonder." One of the car “Honey she drew the neat. “Don’t do that!" she “Pl and your eyes thing you wrestle “My down it's my I'd lik Honey may mills, ae who meet a of left and groped for hers Lou,”” he i again. back inle ker corner his hands the wheel But of cried #harp- wmds on the road, Iy wheel first trying to wse keep your | on the know you'll be telegraph polc street car thing."” She said nothing more until the long black roadster swung into Arbor street. But was thinking her thoughts and they were gloomy ones. “That ycllow-headed love with him,” she unhapplly, remembering or a or a or so1 she own &irl s In told herself the chilly with him, | ar ! | HONEY LOU © JOHNSON FEATURES INC., we v “Why Certainly, You're G that Angela Allen had the open window if he thinks she's g0 won- hasn't he married her glance her from car, derful, ng ago She was going to ask hersclf that question a good many times during the weeks that followed. sent 1d “Have you known this Angel per- son very long?” she asked, when the black roadster slid to a stand- still before her own door. “Ever since I can remember, Jack Wallack said in a fact voice,” she lives ue, and she's always Honey Lou leancd opened the door of the car. ‘She's awfully pretty and T sup- pose she's just as nice as say she is,” she observed, matter-of- xt door to over and | you getting out | hetween a snort | her. | queenly your | | Wallack the machine. cold-looking, and standing beside ut she's awfully Blondes always are, she The sound in his in the throat a low fway and man car ma It a was h and a chuckle it might have meant anything. He jumped out and stood beside I'll take you up to your door,” he said, and he followed thr girl up the narrow, dimly-lit flight of steps that led to the second-floor flat where she lived The door at the head the stairs opened as they came up and Mrs. Huntley stood in the path of mellow light that streamed out from a room behind her. She had on a blue-patterned dress of soft challis and her graving was piled high on her head in a pompadour. Honey Lou was very prou as she stood there, fine-looking and every inch a lady, with a welcom- ing smile on her face. “My mother — Mr. Wallack,” introduced them, and then added Mr. Wallack drove the office “tonight.” “That was very kind of you, I'm sure, Mr. Wallack,” mother said in her soft “It always worries Lou out alone, after —especially down in that neighborhood where the mills are. She put an arm around the girl's slender thoulders—and Jack Wal- lack realized suddenly that it was tragedy to this gentle-faced, low- woman o have her daugh- or she her southern me to have dark awful voiced | ter go to the mills to earn her dail bread. He had a new and startling fm- pression of Honey Lou iefore that moment, he had thought of her simply as a girl who worked in his father's the prettiest gir he had ever clapped his eyes on, and the most desirable. But, as he saw her in her home set- ting, he realized that she had been brought up as carefully .as any of the girls of his own world and that she could not treated lightly by any more that those girls treated lightly. She was no plaything for anybody. She was too fine for that. They made a bright picture mother and daughter stood there in the doorway ittle flat and said goodnight to him. And it pic that stayed In Lis mind all the way home his father's Dbig comfortable white house in Summit street. The lights his flashed across the lawn as he furned into the driveway and him the ure ‘of Angela just going the front steps of the house. turned when she saw him waved her hand. was standing on the porch, him, when ‘he the garage “well, did Lou home safe asked, as they fogether. “Tha I ever heard Honey lLou. It break- fast food or a stick of cheap candy than a girl.” She laughed did not “ANgeL" e catty thine 1 office, a man could be the they of their was a 1re to of car fig- up She and showed Allen for from waiti around ¥ came you get Miss Honey sound went into the § the funnie in my life - sounds more like she Touse t name and a gen Rut Jack even smile “that heard first say said, s the ever you {in my lite” It was just ten days later—on a 1926 of her | at our house.” | 1t hair | of her | me home from | voice. | still | Beatrice Burton author of () "LOYE BOUND' and’HER MAN' ETC, ofng To Go,”” Her Mother Said | Saturday Lou he¢ She afternoon—that from Angela home from to find a e table the flat. like doesn’t she Honey Allen. the came mills | five o'clock, r r Iying on in the sit- ting room of looks wedding an- it?" she asked ore the ent, white envelope £ At 1sn’t™ she it with her eve. er b n as open thick “B murmured, “It's from wants me to house for dinner next It's Jack Wallack's I suppose she's But T'm not going. of the peo- e | | |« | | | birt she says. party. | T don’t know her or an: {ple who would ‘be there Mrs. Huntley took the letter out | of her hands and read it | “Why, of course, you'r {to g0 she said firmly. leh ¢ ple having going “It's your kind of peo- And, of asked you. 1 1 want Jack Wall Miss Allen to you know. invite 3 Tloney o hought- | bedroom. she and work earlier than \Iways spent the doing all little were 0o busy toj The flat Honey S Lon's eyes were t a1 on Margret usval and extra time in things that they do during the weck, for the | | i” went into th aturday afternoons stopped ey the i | 2nd sewing room, where they st | pooed haid, manicured their | nails and mended and pressed their clothes. | Margret white hair in | heater. She their few in the lit- drying the electric | rkish and 1o | dark T towel | around her lers, lit her rather |and dareamy “Hello, Hone the girl down i ur 1 hospit stories. Toul plain above face was grave " she said, when in and tossed the Angel younger came her her bed. | about today [to the foot of | Mayhew Allen, wraps upon asked St friend, ays she comes down about once a month to tell She's supposed to | come every Wednesday afternoon, | | but T suppese she's too busy.” | Honey, Lou scarcely heard her. | Her mind was still on the let “Read this, Margret, and tell me what you think of it.” She held it out fo her. “Why, lovely when she | Ing to mo. | Honey | ders “I haven't any sighed—the | mankind. | eve fo I think invitation,” had read ft. ren’t Lou shrugged it's a perfectly Margret said “You're go- | | \ Tauz her s<houl- thing to wear old plaint of she old, wo- She the and then to the dross crossed thes closet room pulled a flung it s hanger, a hook. “It docsn't scem she said, | closet, rom it on fair, Margret,” turning around from the at som girls should everyth they want and even have to lift a hand to get does i7" She have not it, themselves | walpaper down her on the side of the owy eyes fixed faded, flowery did not sce it. | Her vision filled with the | picture of a girl in black velvet and | many str of pearl A | girl with hair and dove- lored had looked cold- ly at the window of & ' o bed sha the But she was of Ve nds beads. sunny her from tomAhile wouldn’t step inside of Angela Allen’s hous 1 looked like million dollars,” she declared. Anything that 1 own is just an old dishrag compared to the clothes | sh You just ought to see her L or i | unless wears, Margret don’t answered have to see loyally. her,” Mar- “I know iat she wears, as pretty as you are, Honey Lou. And if I were you, I'd certainly go tothat party. 1 wouldn't let clothes stop me."” (TO BE CONTINUED) Honey Lou has her first taste of high life—And something else, (oo, Read about it in tomorrow's chap- ter, , no matter never be half [ Tha mest expensive gold fish is the Lion Head, which is an Ameri- can fishy letter for | land her| |a very conspienous table | had po: ireckoned JOHN'S NIGHT For ¢t nsion and then I sai I'm hungry, I I haven't had an Whether I 1 or n i thing and it a mome here was an on, that jnst luncheon to- am moj a chick sputed may and one there ¢ 1thy D out my a noise hich must Joan say fo her hrother whem we S arrived at the raid Buddy, porte cochere am you learning very for he had calmly nd seat heside mr e t nd left his sister and his to take the other It T could seemed to me ward Meredith had only that night intended to let not even himself. ntly threw ¥ in fri seats he heard he made no sign g at him. It I thought after- that John ng and it not help looki hen 1d me ahout it him que that his he no one spoil Conse sat heside en he arm up to me he shoulder in a way and T nestled English coat and T sce quite happy When we Arts Restaura surprise that with Jerry. “Were you th going to take out i him 2" T asked No. my dear,” that ry's bunk, I hadn't expected anywhere with him, hut Miss dith called me up late this afte asked me if T would let call for me and bring me down here to dinner. She explained that brother to have taken great fancy to you and for the f time in his life had arranged public party at which he was making his appearance among a number of She said that she was afraid make party =0 she had per- my perfec watter of drew me him 1 beside his 1 to myse arrive the Beaux t I fc Mamie 1 at was waiting girl that Jerry was I didn't go with ust Jor- to & Mere noon Jerry was her seemed st a people. a foursome would almost too intimate, AT suaded Jerry to attend ed that he should bring me glad T came, Judy “Very glad” T saw 1y of Mamic and Jerry would eff you T answered immediat that the prese tu Iy put ing, love-mak i however without that feel- seemed to be stop to any however surrepfitions. ing that John He had evidently laid himself and his affairs on the knees of th and de ned to be happy own way At one evening. 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