New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 15, 1926, Page 10

Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife —— Madge’s Sympathy for Mary’s Joy- | less Childhood 1 I was more perplexed over the | problem presented by Mary Harri- | son's rebellion against her daily | routine of life as laid out by Phil-| ip Veritzen than 1 cared to admit, even to myself. As I watched the slender, almost drooping figure of my husband’s lovely young niece o out of the door, I seemed to see hovering over her blackly the bar- | ren, joyless years of her childhood | and youth which twere primari responsible for her present mood. | Her mother, Elizabeth Harrison, Dicky's sister, lay beside her hu band in the double grave which had received them after the terrible automobile accident which had snuffed out her life instantly, an taken William Harrison also a few hours later. By all the laws of kin- ship, or of gentle feeling, I should | experience only sadness at the thought of that mother so suddenly | taken away from her children. | An Unnatural Mother But instead, my heart was suc denly hot again with the old anger against Elizabeth Harrison for the | crimes she had committed in the name of motherhood. Outwardly tl most placid of women, whose matto for training children was that they must be left to their own device in reality she was almost mediaev in her secret tyranny and in her punishments. 1 saw again Mary's childish face contorted with horrible | fear as her mother t k her arm with ostensible loving gentloness and drew her away for “counsel and r troapection.” Mrs. Harrison's mother anl Dicky's had saved Mary that day from the unknown fiendish puni ment which T guessed was the secret of the Marrison children's almost | servile obedience to the maternal | | narily | verted | be different NEW BRITAIN DAILY FASHIONS By Sally Milgrim edic She also, bringing William Harrison to the farm, had wrung a promise from | her daughter that thereafter . she would leave all discipline of her children to her husband. She did not live long after that edict, and another picture on my memory wall showed me the frightened faces of the Harrison children when they | came to th fter their double trage arts filled with grief for their father and with hildish remof we watched them could s cy had no| sorrow for their mother's golng. Why Mary Rebelled Such Mary Harrison's un- atural childhood. There had been | in it little of fun as children ordi- know it, although Elizabeth Herrison, indolent, neglectful of her children, but yet with a queer per-| ambition that they uld from the offspring of rarely interfered with h “ut compelling hich Mary | 1 with the by the threat of other people, the odd, amateuris Iramatic spectacle rom habyhood p of her voung brothe T gnessed that while there been love and laughter and dom from the fear of punishment in | the Braithwalte home, t had | heen little of frecdom for Mary, as | the other girls of her age under- ood it. Her unfortunate trouble at 0ol had spoiled what should have | n a wonderful year for her, and T geniug and ambition had brought her into her present ronu- tine, wonderful her future career, routine, as her ¢ No wonder she It does seem any good times left in at all.” Copyri had | free- ore t0 a Blue Twill Day Frock Slim, colorfnl and' chic, the day frock sketched today is extremely able, Tn the first place it is but drab in its {navy 1dhood had heem. |are the straight, bitterly. | that spell youth. The slim little as If there weren't {yodice literally holds the figure, the “‘n”“:\\hflr the narrow contour of the |skirt adds further to the | slenderness. | Added to these desivable features lis a smart and very colorful trim- blue twill; sécondly, its lines close fitting ones Peter Is Very Sad By Thornton W. Burgess Sadness 1s the lot of all; The rich, the poor, the hig, small. the —Old Mother Nature This is true. It 1s a part of life. No one can avoid it. No one can be shielded from it. Perhaps it is that we may the better appreciate hap- piness. i Peter Rabbit was very sad. Ever since he was a little fellow he had known Mrs. Grouse. They had been the best of friends. And now, a hunter with a terrible gun had shot | Mrs. Grouse. Peter had seen her fall at the bang of the dreadful gun. He knew she had been shot. He knew she hadn’t been killed, for when she struck the ground she jumped to her feet and ran. Then the hunter had shot once more and run for- ward to pick her up. Peter didn't wait to see more. Mrs, Girouse wa dead. Peter was sure of that. It she had not been, of course that hunter wouldn't have run forward to pick her up. So Peter was filled sadness, He didn't w thing more, but took to his long heels, lipperty-lipperty-lip, as fast as he could go. He didn't want to be where that hunter might see him. He was badly upset, was P ter. Tt was not only sadne: having Mrs. Grouse shot, algo the shock of finding a hunter with a terrjble gun shooting in the Green Forest. Tt was a long, long ne sincé a gun had been fired in the Green Forest, the Green Iorest was on Farme 's land, and Farmer Brown's Boy had put igns all ahout, saying that it th to shoot on armer Brown's land. So. because there had been o shooting the for so long. all he litile people he- lieved there never could be, and never would be shooting there, and were unafraid, Peter hurried home to O1d Briar-pateh. Littla looked at him with surprise he arrived. “Aren’t you home she demanded. Peter looked a little foolish. s . it wasn't this greeting t usually got. He was hor “I-I-I-have some sad ne Peter, “What s 1t?” Mrs. Peter, beg inxions, “Did you with a great it to sec an when carly lemanded little ing look wiful - gun Thousands are talking about i¢! 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In ad-| | dition to its practical qualities, its | distinguished lines an? unusual |trimming, make it quite chic | enough for wear at a smart lunch- 1eon or afternoon dge. |1t should be accompanied by | small blue velvet | felt shape trimmed rose embroidery. Applique picces of rose with a bit of ornament the front of a blue twill day dress, (« pyright, 1926, T THOSE A delicious way | of vegetables and them together, { erumbs, in a casserole. of using left-overs meat is to bake [TREE-TOP STORIES r head vig A PARTY DRESS there? 'HERE'S going to be a par- ty! I just know it,” Emily said to Bessie Doll. “‘Last week the Birch tree wore a plain green dress ... . . and now she has changed to a beautiful yellow one.” Bessie Doll looked at the tree a long time. “Yes,” Emily went on, “that’s a party dress, 'm sure. She has lacy ruffles sv'rywhen, and tiny fluttering wild canaries for orna- ments.” The Birch tree shook out her ruffles just then and whirled them around. “Now she's dancing!” Emily whispered. 1% 1 {1 Heaoy t you home early, she demanded Peter?” | Green Forest a Peter inqui nodded h Were you over over in th while ago little | Peter, “T was there 1l thing happened. A d Mr. and Mrs. they took to their | that terrible gun, Grouse fall. H. for 1 saw her run. The hunter saw her too. and once | shot. I couldu't see her, but the hunter ran forward with h h.nd out to pick her up.” “Oh, Pete iRt M ter, looking just think, Peter. have been you. Yes, sir, it have heen you. Now, I do you'll learn to stay at home. re safe in the dear Old Priar- and this is the plece where ou bhelon”, Promise me, Peter that u will never, never l¢ the Old atch again. Tf you do, T worried to You've told me over and over t was no danger over in the G but now yor know bet replied Peter, nd said ft r didn’t promis ave the When fired 1 saw Mrs. idn't kill her, sed. “And might hope You {oh, ve he very th sadl at ar 1 a s, fried nsugar syr oat- am cornmeal brow up, mitk Hu sal pudding with an or Has No Gas Now! Once a woman of her aze had to be careful. Today, she eat anything she wants! A Stuart | tablet—and after-cating distress sanishes. Chew a Stuart tablet after the heartiest meal, | and you, oo, can emile at indigestion. Stops 1l gas and be ng. Ends sour rising ing. A sweet stomach for twenty-five cents. Full Box FREE! | Every druggist has Stuart’s tablets, 25¢ and | 60c. Or, a full box fren if you write the F. A. Stuart Co., Dept. N69, Marshall, Mich. Get & metal bor of Stuart’s for the pocket—and keep it filled! 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Jack Wallack, father's mills to falls in love with eyes. beginning to be a mystery to her ly a good friend of s she as false as Mar- Was Margret right or was she just jealous of Honey Lou's fricndship for Angela? Honey Lou the| *I wish I knew," thought Honey minute he sees her. Brought up by | Lou, looking at the pure sweet face an -old-fashioned mother, Honey |beside her—the candid dove-col- Lou is a mixture of flapper and |oved eyes, the clinging vine. | spoke only gentle words. Angela Allen pretends to be a| « you going the wrong friend of Honey Lou and tells her asked suddenly. For not to take Jack seriously. Jack iS|(hey seemed to be going toward very jealous of Dr. Steve Mayhew, | downtown instead of out toward a friend of Margret, Honey Lou's |the suburbs and the count sister. | “Well, 1l tell you,” Angela be- Honey Lou goes to work with |gan with a slow smile. “I knew Margret in the office of the Holy [you wouldn't come if T told you | Cross hospital. One day she goes |last night—but, Tim Donegal s to tea with the wily Angela and | going with us today.’ * meets Jack's mother, whom Jack | As she spoke the roadster slowed calls The Head because she man- |down before the place where Done- ages everything at home. She tells | gal kept bachelors’ hall. Honey Lou that “Grumpy” is not| Angela bhegan to honk the auto- satisfied with his new secretary, A®n | mobile horn and Honey Lou got Ludlow, the office vamp. Jack asks | out of the car and stood on the Honey Lou to work for his father, | ground beside it. She shook her who is at home sick With lumbago, | head with its fly-away curls and Honey Lou promises that she | cidedly will. | “I'm going home,” Honey Lou meets Angela, who|“T just won't go anywhere tells her that Jack Wallack is tak- | Tim Donegal. Jack'll leave Ing her out to dance that evening. | flatter than a flounder if I do. | Honey Lou calls up Tim Donegal, | don’t know him Angie or determined to have him take her to [ wouldn't ask me to go!” the same place. “But listen, Honey,” Angela | Honey Lou goes with Tim to the | pleaded, taking her by the should- restaurant and he has been drink- |ers. “You've just got to come ing. The place is raided by dry |along—to chaperon m agents and Honey Lou escapes| Honey Lou shook her head again. | with Jack Wallack. Jack tells| “No, I won't go, Angela,” she Honey Lou that he thought she was|said firmly. “And that's that!” tricking Rim and ends by telling [ She turned to start away down the her that he loves her and wants | street. i her to marry him. “Wait a minute!” Angela called Honey Lou's engagement is an- {out sharply. “If you'll come I'll nounced and plans are made for | make it right with Jack. the wedding: Jack and Honey TLou have n{to go.” quict home wedding and epend | But their honeymoon camping at Lake |head | Tamay. In the meantime Steve| +No. | visits the flat and breaks under the | ing a few things that I ought to | realization that Honey Lou is Jost |know, anyway,”" she answered with | to him now. | her quick, bright smile. “Mary's < and Honey Tou return from | going to teach me to cook—and | moon and stay with the | today's a good day to begin.’ | Wallacks while looking for a flat| Angela frowned. “Honey Lou tfor themselves. Honey Lou stops | Wallack, you know you don't want the Wallack Mills office to see [to learn to cook!” she eried. | Ann Ludlow. ! “You're just afraid of Jack. And if | Ann tells Honey Lou why she you knuckle down to him now | sent for her. Honey Lou sees Joe | you'll be | Meadows and tells him he must |life. You won't be able to | marry Ann at once and he agrees | your soul's your own, darling. | to do so. | know you won't.” Honey Lou and Jack settle down | Well, there was in their own flat with Mary De- that, and Honey laney, the cook. | listen. Angela comes to help Honey Lou | “It's | prepare dinner on Mary’s night out. | Jack to act about Donegal the wa Jack phones he will not be home he does!" Angela’s voice, a bt |and Angela calls Tim Donegal and |sharp with indignation, rose higher | s him to play cards with them, |than usual. “Tim's family were | much against Honey Lou's wishes. |one of the oldest and best familics | Later they meet at Sabine’s but | in town—and it's beastly for peo- Honey Tou refuses his invitation [ple to snub Tim just becaus tea. Jack and Honey Lou spend |they've lost ever the evening with The THead. She T like him and I'm going to stick | sends Jack upstairs to see his|to him, just because he father and tells Honey Lou ehe tunate!” wants to talk to her. That was news to Honey Lou. The Head scolds Honey T.ou “I'm sure Jack isn't against him | the money she has spent fu because he's down on his luck,” ing her house. Honey Lou makes |she said loyally up her mind she must not spend | “But he thinks Donegal's wild—and | 0 much, hut the next day Honey | he's jealous of him besides. He's Tou goes to the beauty parlor to|silly enough to think that Donesal have her hair done and then goes|still has a crush on me.” | shopping with Suzanne Clemens.| “Well, he needn't think that,” On the way home Honey Lou stops | Angela said with an embarrassed to see Angela. [little laugh. “I¢ there's anyone Angela tells Ho; Lou she §s|Tim likes it's—me! Now, | going to have a party for her and |secret, Honey Lou. Remember!” Jack Saturday night. Honey Lou| At that moment the ornate lead- | goes home and finds Jack reading /ed glass doors opencd, and out poems about liftle houses in the |between the stone lio that country filled with love and happi- | crouched on the steps, Honey Lou decides to let | Donegal himself. g0 in the morning, do lier| The ends of his little black mus- work, and try to make {he |tache were waxed to sharp points. | kind of home Jack nts. = | He carried a cane and a pair of next morning Angela c vellow gloves, and there was a | Honey Lou to go to fown fresh white carnation in his but- | to pick out a new dress {tonhole. He looked { party. | “down on his luck. Influenced by Angela | “Honey Tou says she | buys a dress which she after all,” was the first | cannot afford. Angela tells Honey | Angela said to him as | Lou Jack seems very much inter- | jauntily toward them. jested in his new secretary, Miss| His ' face fell. “Now, A Honey Lou. You're spoiling Margret overhears Angela telling | fectly good party by not ack she tried to stop Honey Lou | Why don't you want to go?" from buying the dress hecause she| Honey Lou blinked her | knew he could not afford it him. How could she tell him that | Tim Donegal tells of Jack wouldn't let her go anywhere games he and Honey Lou have with him? Wouldn't even let him and the next ning come to his hov | forbids Honey Lou to have She just couldn't, Donegal in their house, here's not a n | Honey YLou, angered hy { world why she can't go," | objection’s to Done 16 | Bela’s voies. “Not any | flat for her mother's home | gret, Honey Lou's sist | he has no reason to of Jane Ayres but to waich | Honey Lou returns the | auarrer follows, Honey Lon moves ) 3 room and further complic i domestic affaire by il “silen ald treatme f Jack “I'd never have spoken to NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY |again if you hadn't come,” An CHAPTER XL\ old her calmly, and from the the next morning her lips came firmly togethe and dressed ehe Honey Lou knew - | me who comes to his learn the business, ren't she she declared. with me you Honey Lou only shook her gain, 1 can spend the day learn- You in to something Lou stayed perfectly ridiculous for for ness, Mary ! own for can't go, thing that he came really. per- going. eyes at the eard to- ek | Tim | mo in came real the An- rea- Jack's ves the Mar- | Aw, come on, Honey Lou Hop the car and don't crab the 7" Donegal pleaded in his per- sive Trish way, and with a lit- rug Honey Lou got into the in to know T'm weak-minded,” you Farly Lou was up ried the g spoke ant it. All the way I tween Donegal talked about a thousand ne | things that did not matter best way he learned to p ukulele, the new grand at the Metropolitan opera the possibility of bobbed h: | ing back into siyle, the newest ture of Greta Garbo. Sandwiched in between | Honey Lou sat watehing the landscape with troubl She knew she She hoped that Jack never would | And yet wouldn't it tell him nd take her “I will,” she made up her finally ag the first little ho s of the village began against the and the spire of it against the ine a finger pointing to the heavens, P “I won't go on this way Honey Jack any longer,” she went she sat silent A dashed and Angels o get dr Tt was venly ns early mer. At half past eleven down the wide sunny spick-and-span ros iher had given time. Everything spick anl s crown of her head smooth white tily brushed hack hair that blew : they started off. y Lou looked at shining hair with zzled eyes. Was it genuine gold dld Angela have it with whito henna down | Powder Box, by Marie? } Angela #aid she never But ed for one of days March {he o info midsum- ope house Angel her about an, alw Angela Ays, from to the fing ing eyes, hould bave come. her hear of be better medicine? that strand of wondering | 1 <hiine ! tields, showed brown at sky then, HONEY LOU® gentle mouth that | de- | You | Tl go to| {him and tell him that I teased you | a slave to him all your | say | thing they had. | is unfor- | defending Jack. | that's a | stepped | anything but | who 1 one | a banjo | star | r com- ple- | them, whirl- | d brown not nd prayed it. to mind, white | 11)‘ imoist church like with on Beatrice Burton culhor of ) Ns I.OVI sou erc talking to herself. “After all, what do I care about anybody but him? | And if he doesn't want me to know Tim Donegal I'll just cut him off my list. And if he's jealous of | Steve Mayhew, why then I'll never look at Steve Mayhew until he marries Margret—if he ever does! And I'll try to stop spending money." Her thoughts sped back to the |kind of little home she had 1plunm>\l for Jack and herself dur- ing those first two weecks of Para- dise—their honeymoon. She had wanted a little house then, a mod- est little house aset In a green garden. A garden wherg she would plant tulip bulbs every fall'that would grow into purplish-brown tulips every spring-time. A living room that would be full of hooks on open shelves, and deep comfort- able shabby chairs, and the frag- rance of a wood fire on a hearth. And a Kkitchen where she would cook delicious meals that did not cost much — salads and broiled chops and a green vegetable. And a nursery—a nursery with a little white bed in it. A little white bed with a screen around ft to protect it from draughts, and a big satin how on the top of it. Pink for a hoy, and sky-blue for a girl baby. That had been her dream! And how far she had wandered away from it! She had sald to Angela one day: “I think T'd like to settle down and | have a baby. Really I do.” She remembered now what An- gela had answered: “It will take a whole year out of your life—or maybe more. Children are just wonderful little things to have, but they do take you away from your | friends. Lots of women lose their husbands, too, They lose all their charm and pep. At least, some of them do. “I don't care if 1 do!” Honey Lou thought rebelliously now, as she |sat in the car with the fresh sweet wind Dblowing into her face. “I've lost Jack anyway, as things are. {It's time I tried some other way of holding him.” And anyway, weren't supposed to hove children? Wasn't that what they created for, really? ‘Wasn't that their greatest glory | —to have children? The car was passing one of the little white houses on the cdge of | the tiny town. Down the front |steps a woman was bumping & | baby buggy with one hand. and | leading o mite of a girl with the | | women were other, She ously looked up and gazed curl- after the shining roadster as it p Honey Lou looked back lat her, and their eyes met. The | dancing brown ones and the tired | blue ones, The woman's haggard in spite | did not present | spired picture surely. But there was a look of content- ment, of fulfillment in the eyes that met Hone Lou's restless, | eager, unsatisficd ey It was the look of a woman who ! something of the meaning of life in this world of ours. | (TO BE CONTINUED) | Doncgal drunk delays Honey | Low's return home with disastrous | results_in_tomorrow’s instaliment, sed, face was thin and of its youth. 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