New Britain Herald Newspaper, December 8, 1926, Page 12

Quicksands of Love ’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife Adele Garrison Hugh’s Dramatic Threat and Prom- ise to Madge. There ts nothing which is so tense, ®0 embarrassing ‘as the silence which falls between a man and a woman, who, alone together, find creeping over them the memories of past chapters in their lives which they cannot foregt even if they wish to. For ral minutes after Hugh had seated himself heside me upon the bench, by the stream grove where we been served with luncheon, spoke no word, nor did I Tt v nion consent we struggle of keep talk between us which mu we parted. {hat nust be he there settled were be- 1 been growing upon me | Hugh's outk that 1 was in P been silenced by my re nt of his strictures, and he perfunctorily had begged my pardon. But I had felt at the time that his agreement was but a temporary tru and that before onr afternoon together was over , I should heur things from the lips of my old and true friend which 1t would need all my finesse to man- age. But for a long time after we sat down upon the bench, he spoke no in the| as if with com- | | “Do you know I haven't thanked |you for the wonderful things you | sent me from China,” T said trying | to make my voice controlled, but conscious that it had a distinct tremor. “I never dreamed that there could be such lovely things any- where, and I have enjoyed their possession 8o much. It was wonder- | ful of you to send them to me, but | really T ought to scold you instead of thanking you." He made me no answer for a long | minute. Then he sprang to his feet, towering over me. | “What do you imagine T am?" he | demanded hoarsely, “A stick or a stone, that I can sit quietly and hear vou talking like that to me. Thanks from you for a few paltry curios. | Don’t you know that it I could I { would lavish on you all the- 2 “Oh!” 1 gasped. “You musn't— you know you musn't - talk like { that."” There was genuine shock in my | face, for there was something wild | in his manner which never had been there, and I had the queer feeling that unwittingly I had leashed | something wild, which it would be exceedingly difficult to tether again. “I should have agreed with you | vesterday,” he said slowly, “but | what T have seen this afternoon—" | He broks off abruptly, looked | down at me steadily for a few sec- | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY., DECEMBER 8, 1926. FASHIONS Sally Milgrim Cut Steel Beads Are Striking on a | | onds, while into his eyes flamed a | | determination I never had seen Smart Black Afternoon Yrock | Steel beads on dark frocks are word at all, and presently I felt my-| ;.10 patore. Then he reached down | extremely smart and make a charm- | selt 8o tense in the nervous wonder |y "panag grasped mine and pulled | ing decoration. The adjoining sketch | as to what he meant to say, that 1 couid not endure the inaction, and resolved to make conversation of some sort. There was ope topic which seemed safe and I chose it, although \.ith trepidation at the sound of my own ma up facing him. | “Let me tell you this” he said. | “If you leave your husband, you'r | coming to me, mnot to any othes | man.” . {Cep:m'ght 1926, by Newspaper Fea- ture Service, Inc. | i | THE UNEXPECTED ANSWER By Thornton W. Burgess The gossip will, as sure as fate, Becomo embarrassed soon or late. —O0ld Mother Nature. “Hase Buster Bear gone to bed yet” asked Peter Rabbit of his cou- sin, Jumper the Hare, as they eat side by side in the snow over in the Green Forest. Jumper had just mouth to reply when both suddenly sat up very ight with their long cars pointing strazght up at the sky in the listening position that you all know. “Did you hear some- thing?" whispered Poter. “Did you?” whispered Jumper. “I don’t know,” replied Peter. Both looked anxiously this way and that way and the other way, but they saw nothing to Le afraid of. Finally they settled down again and concluded that they had been mis- taken. “You were asking something about Buster Dear,” said Jumper. T asked if Buster had gone to bed yet,” replied Peter. “I have just come from Johnny Chuck’s house and the Smiling Pool. Johnny Chuck has gone to bed for the winter and Jerry Muskrat is shut up under the ice for the winter. At least, that is the way it looks. That reminded me of Buster Bear, and I wondered if he has gone to bed yet. Probably he has. You know, Jumper. I should think that fellow would be asham- | €d of himself. The idea of any one 85 big as Buster Bear going to sleep on account of a little cold weather. Globe Clothing House LUXITE SILK HOSE For Women Il ol = - Silk Hose for eve All the late 1.45 and $1.9 Blobe Clothing House Cor. Main and W. Main St. New Britain illustrates this new vogue delight- tully. The hat is a high-crowned black | elt, with the narrow ripple brim | hat is the dernier cri in chic head. | wear. A band of felt with crocheted | edges of cut steel beads encircles the crown and two rosettes of the beads fasten on one side toward the front. The frock charming for luncheons and teas is of black crepe satin. It 1s distinctive from the cut of its | unusual neck line to the edge of the short-pleated skirt. The bodice is | bloused just above the hips, which are girdled with a broad sash edged with chocheted cut steel beads. On the sash, which is draped tightly, is | a narrow pointed band, appliqued | | with the stecl beads and embrolder- | ed in rosettes of the beads. Two satin | | ends drop in front. The neck is a | {low V with two tiny reveres edged | © JOHNSON Honey Lou Huntley is private secretary to old “Grumpy” Wallack, head of the Wallack Fabric Mills. Honey Lou likes everyone at the mills except Joe Meadows, the ship- ping clerk, who makes love to her against her will. Jack Wallack, who comes to his father’s mills to learn the business, falls in love with Honey Lou the minute he sees her. Brought up by an old-tashioned mother, Honey Lou is a mixture of flapper and clinging vine. Angela Allen pretends to be a friend of Honey Lou and tells her not to take Jack seriously. Jack is very jealous of Dr. Steve Mayhew, a friend of Margret, Honey Lou's sister. Honey Lou’s engagement to Jack is announced and plans are made for the wedding. Jack and Honey Lou home wedding and honeymoon camping Tam: Honey Lou stops at the Wallack Mills office to see Ann Ludlow. Ann tells Honey Lou why she sent for her. Honey Lou sees Joe Meadows and tells him he must marry Ann at once and he agrees to do so. Honey Lou ang Jack settle down in their own flat with Mary De- laney, the cook. Angela tells Honey Lou she is going to have a party for her and Jack Saturday night. Honey Lou goes home and finds Jack reading poems about little houses in the country filled with love and happi- ness. Honey Lou decides to Mary go in the morning, do her own work, and t to make the kind of home Jack wants, Tim Donegal tells of games he and Honey Lou have together and Jack forbids Heney Lou to have Tim Doncgal in their ouse. Honey objections to Donegal, leaves the flat for her mother's home, Mar- have a quiet spend thefr at Lake gret tells her she has no reason to | Jack's | Angela. { be jealous of Jane Ayres, secretary, but to watch Honey Lou returns to the flat, a quarrel follows. Honey Lou moves into the guest room and further complicates her domestic affairs by her “silent treatment” of Jack. Honey Lou, on a motor ride with Angela and Donega decides to let | { the card FEATURES INC, 1926 Lou, angered by Jack’s | Beatrice Burton HONEY LOUZz=s “JACK}” laughed. “Deon’t wh don’t mind if I sha hands you now that youre going, do vou?' His teeth flashcd, strong and yellowish white as the tecth of some handsome animal. t? You SHE SCREAMED, “JACK! with | s opened his | 2 = | it Buster had gone to hed E T asked yet,” replied Peter |T dom't see how he dares look the | rest of us in the face. It's all very [well for him to say that he can't | get food enough in the winter, but | it you me, I believe that is just an excuse, and a mighty poor one at that. Were I as big as Buster Bear and as strong as he is I shouldn't | about getting food to he's gone to bed, because he is one less to be on the watch for. Do you know it he has, Jumper?” | Once more Jumper the Hare open- led his mouth to reply, and once | Emorl' he falled to reply. Instead he | {made a flying leap, while at the same time Peter jumped in another | | divection. Both jumped barely in | time. With a grunt two great forc- feet landed right where sy had | Leen sitting. “Woof! Woof!" cried a | ‘gr«"at rumbly, grumbly volce which | | came from way down in the Vhr(‘fl(‘ of none other than Buster Bear. Tt| was the unexpected answer to| | Peter's question Woof! Woof!" cried Buster. “T| almost got you fellows that time. I'd | like to know what business it is of | vours, Peter Rabbit, whether I've | gone to bed or now.” | At a safe distance Peter had stop- | | ped to look back. His eyes were pnx\.i ping out of his head so th he look- ed really funny. Ir Buster Bear had dropped right down out of the sky | r wouldn't have been any more rprised. It was hard work even ow to belleve that he wasn't dreaming. Where Buster had come ‘jrnrfl he couldn't imagine. But it was all very simple. Buster ‘hul been right behind a big tree | trunik in a heavy shadow when Peter and Jumper had come along. They | had sat down on the other side of nd of course t hadn’t seen . When they had first been suspicious and looked around Buster had fairly held hig breath. He would | ave liked both or either one for good me wasn't that he was so hungry. fat. But he the more he could | eat before he went to sleep, the| better off he would be, and hare and | rabbit would have been very nice so had done his best to catch | usins. | Woof!" Datar, two W th of! said Buster here and I'll answer thanks,” replicd red enough as it 't take back n word of said. 1f you'r d go to folk in peace | (Copyright, 1926 Peter, “it's| And 1 what 1 is you bed and leave honest by T. W. Burgess) story "MUDDY, 0ILY SKIN I M quickly improved and usually cleared entirely if properly treated with Resinol z to bed T wish | “Peter Spies on | with the steel beads. The slceves are long and loose, caught in at the | wrists clogely and edged with the beads. The skirt is knife-pleated | near the hips for a few inches and | box-pleated to the bottom, where the | steel edging appears again. This smart costume of black fea- ' tures the new cut steel bead trim- ming that is in vogue this season. 1 | | Copyright, 1926 (EFS) Mena;_ for the Family| Breakfast—Stewed prunes, cereal, | Lthin cream, creamed eggs on toast, | vop-overs, milk, coffce. Luncheon—8calloped oysters and macaroni, cabbage and apple salad, orange jelly with whipped cream, graham bread, milk, tea. Dinner—Cream of tomato soup, veal timbales with crcamed peas, | haked potatoes, stuffed celery, fig| pudding, rye bread, milk, coffee. | The veal timbales are made from bits of veal left from the roast sug- gested for the immediately previous dinner. There are always tiny scraps of tender meat not suitable to serve cold that must be used in some way and delicate steamed timbales pro- vide an ideal way of saving these scraps. | | | | Fig Pudding. One-fourth pound figs, 1-3 cup chopped suet, 35 cup sugar, 1 €gg, 1% cups bread crumbs, % teaspoon salt, 4 teaspoons milk, 1 scant tea- spoon baking powder. Put figs through food chopper. Work suet until creamy and add figs and sugar. Beat egg until light and add to first mixture. Add bread crumbs and salt and mix thorough- ly. Dissolve baking powder in milk and stir into mixture. Turn into a buttered mold and steam three hours. Serve with orange sauce or whipped cream. Suet puddings must he thoroughly cooked, a longer time being allowed han for an ordinary steamed pud- ding. (Copyright 1926, NEA Service, Inc.) Women’s Peace-of-Mind under trying hygienic condi- tions is assured this new way. Gives absolute pratection— discards like tissue DANCE, a sheer gown to be worn; a difficult hygienic situ- ation. You need no longer give this | complication a second thought. { The hazards of the old-time sani- tary pad have been supplanted with a protection both absolute and ex- | quisite. It is called “KOTEX" . . . five times as absorbent as ordinary cot- ton pads. Absorbs same_time. of offending. V ou discard it as easily as a piece of tissue. No laundry, No em- barrassment. You get it for a few cents at any drug or :!_c(,,\rmvrnz store sim saying “KOTEX.” Women ask for it without hesitancy. Try Kotex. Comes 12 in a package. Proves old ways an unnecessary risk. KOTEX laundry—discard like tissue | and deodorizes at the Thus ending ALL fear larr |1 ever really—" | | and her eyes were on those | stones. | { | e i | | follow Jack's wishes in regard to Donegal. Donegal's arrest delays Honey Lou's and Angela’s return until two in the mornin The published news of Donegal's t in connection with the names of Angela and Honey Lou to- gether with Angela’s duplicity. finally culminates in the separa of Jack and Honey Lou. NOW GO ON WITH THE CHAPTER LXV He laughed again, and swung her “Well, to get on with my story,” | around =o that she faced him. Joe began once more. “This grl | He pulled her slowly and irre- | was quite some kid. Or at least |gistibly toward him. His left arm | I thought so, at first. Of course, | went around her holding her close | you know there was only one girl | to his great powerful body. | “Yeh, and when I got there T'd | found you'd changed your raind, | A the door would be shut in my | cver got my goat, and that was |fae,” he sald amiably enough. | you. You know that, Honey Lou, | “You can't k Honey | don't you?” | 1 know you—I know you too | He stopped and looked search. | You never could stand me, Ingly at her with his bold restless | eyes that always seemed to bo on | the lpokout for something they | rever found. “ | | | “I'll tell you what you do, Joe,” | | she sald wildly, not even answer- | |ing his question, “I'm staying at | my mother's house right now. | ! You come there tonight, and we'll talk over this affair of Ann's and! vours. My mother's house is on | | Arhor street—" Perhaps that ' would hold him off now—if she promised to let him see her to- | {night. Of course, she needn't keep | | that promise. fon STORY | | He seemed to search for a word. “There was only one girl who Honey Lou did not say a word. But she suddenly began to struggle in his arms. Tried to pull herself away from him, using her hands | and her feet and all her strength: | Where she had been like a strand | of steel wire in his grasp only & second before, she was like an en- | raged wildeat now — beating him | with her fists, kicking at him with | her small feet. Honey Lou began to wish from the bottom of her soul that she had not come here. She ought to have | had better sense. Hore they were alone, in this huge place—she and this man who | had always looked at her the way a hungry cat might look at a mouse. Suppose she did cry out? | Apg Joe Meadows only laughed, Suppose he did decide to make love | ang neld up his face to protect it to her in his brutal, rough way, as | from her heating hands. he had once before? Who would | wwhat are you trying to kill me be there to see him or hear her — | for?” he asked In that thick laugh- to stop him? ing voice of his, after a minute “Go on with your story, «'00-"|or silent struggle on Honey Lou's she sald quietly. “And perhaps | part “Just give me a kiss 'till to- you'd better call me Mrs. Wallack, 1niglw—ms: to make me sure youw'll | 0 long as you're working for him. | po there waiting for me when I| 1 suppose you still are working for | gome— | him as long as you're here, aren't| «gargain nothing!” gasped Honey | you?" . Lou, almost beside herself with| He nodded. “Yeh, but don't !w[mgm and fury, ‘“you take your to kid me that you're still married | nasty hands off me—you! D'you | to Wallack. Ann's been ta your hear me?” house a half dozen times, and the | With a last time the janitress told her |guddenly clear of him and across! that yowd left him. See? T g0t |the room Itka lightning. Over the your number, you cute High-Hat, |top of some burlap bales she glared you!" |at him with wide brown eyes that Honey Lou caught her breath |held the look of an animal at bay. with a quick, hissing intake. | “Now, get out of my way and I'm so sorry about you and|let me go!" she panted, “you go| Ann,” she sald breathlessly andfand open that gate out there or hastily. “I'll try to see her. But |T'lIl—" She stopped short. What right now—I've got to go.” could she do if he refused to | He caught her slender wrist in |open the gate and let her go? What | his big coarse hand as she tried | could she do? to ri “Honey Lou, you're making a lit- “What's your sudden hurry?” |tle fool of yourself,” he told her. he asked, “Sit down.” “What's the matter with you, any- She tried to smile way? You'd think I was trying to light-hearted way. She trled to |hurt you—" He came a step or steel herself against her fear of |two nearer, his eyes on her parted Joe Meadows ... Why, it was silly |red” lips and the eyes that shone to be afraid of such a big hulking | between their fluttering lashe brute of a man. Childishly silly. He came still closer, talking as | She ought to be able to handle | he came and smiling. | him without aay trouble at all. | Dut Honcy Lou did not hear a | Flatter him—KkId him along. word he said. Her brain was busy | “I'd ke to hear the rest of the |with the sight of him—with the story, Joe. But really I've got to |lowered, bull-like head, the bluish hurry along now,” she sald, and |stubble of beard on his face, the | even in her own ears her voice |cruel line of the mouth. sounded strained and desperate. In his coarse way, he was good- She pulled her hand away from |looking. The kind of man who is | his, and tried to go on brightly: | used to a certain success in most of | “By the what happened .o | his crude love-affairs. Miss Jane Ayres?” | ‘Baby.” he said to her coaxingly, | “Oh, she's gone, too," |as it he were trylng to argue a | swered. He began to walk along | child out of its fear of the dark. | beside her as she turned toward the| And Honey Louw's fear of him | door. Through it she could see the | was just as foolish and just as stones in the courtyard with the |strong as a child's fear of the dark. | sun on them turning them to &hin- |She couldn’t understand it, herself. ing disks of silver. She went on |He was the only human being she talking just as fast as she could |ever had been afraid of, in her life, pour the words from her stiff lips,| “You aren’t honestly afraid of hining | me, are you?" he asked all at once reach |ah if he read her thoughts. He | out into | pushed a bale out of the way with | the courtyard | one of his great hands as if it had “So Miss Ayres Is gone, too,” she |becn a child’s wooden block, and mused aloud. “Somehow I thought |stood before her. The faint odor she'd be the last one Mr. Wallack |of the pipe he smoked came to her’ would let go. T un that | nostrils, sickeningly. He put his she was aluabl rson .. | grease-stained hands on both of her | Please, don't!” For sdows had | little shoulders taken her hand asain they | The moment of utter silence reached the open space hefore the | seemed like a hnndred years to great wrench, she was in a careless | Joe an 1f only them—if only she she could uld got and 1 door of the shipping room, | Honey Lou. And then all at once JACK!" outside in the strcet she heard the harp bark of an automobile horn. She clappcd one hand to her uouth. She knew the sound of that horn! It came agaln, louder and longer. Her voice scemed to stick in her throat for an instant, and then she heard her voice ri (To be continued) s forget Angele and Tim — » says Jack in tomorrow’s installment, IRRITATION ON ARMS AND NECK Pimples Broke Out. 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