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uicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife—— Dicky's Schedule for an Evening’s| “Maybe,” she said listlessly, and Merriment with a quick, keen glance at her, There was an oddly puzzling note 1 Lillian struck into the conve i in Dicky's voice as he told me that | saving her any further effort. Katherine's decision to stay home| “Look here, Dicky-bird,” she said, left me with no excuse for refusing | “we’ve heard a lot of cheeping from his invitation to a “real party.” I|you about the wonders you're going could not determine whether wist- |to show us tonight. Suppose you fuiness or mockery predominated, | come across and name some of ‘em. but that it held both I was certain. | As far as I can see the party’s going “I have no intention of refusing,” | to consist of Madge and you and T told him, adding demurely, “it I|me, or have you some extras am asked.” | dated up?” Into his eyes as he kept them | “The Faithful Fido” steadily fixed on mine leaped a look | Her tone was apparently careless, which tugged at my heart, so remi- | but I noticed the slightest narrowing niscent was it of our old comrade- | of her eyes as she looked at Dicl ship. The next instant it had van- | and I knew that she was waiting, ished and he swept me an elaborate | was I, to see if he included Edith | Fairfax in the evening's festivity. w} y 3 Dicky retorted Mrs. Graham,” he began ptly, “unless, of course, you “Oh, stow it, or else get an eti- | want a man all to yourself. In that quette book,” Lillian struck in. “I'm | case I'll page one of Madge's faith— sure there are four and a half soclal | tame cats—and devote the evening errors In that sentence already. Be- |to you.” sides, I'm dying to hear what you've | He had the grace to look dis got in store for us tonight.” Mary Tries to Be Brave I knew that he had nearly uttered “Presently, presently, Dicky | the offensive epithet, aithful promised. “How about you, Kitten?” | Fido,” which he used to apply to He turned to Mary. “Isn’t there a|Hugh Grantland. But I pretended chance of your being permitted to | not to hear his gibe and Lillian Join us?” | characte threw herself into “Not even a Chinaman's” she |the breach. retorted. “But wouldn't T love t0,| .y jnucine T can though? However, there’s 1o USe| .o ror petter if I p gooseberry even thinking about it. What was it | Volll a0 ahy A L YOl es that old bird spilled about ‘theirs |y i bicke bird, but you set too rot to reason why, thelrs but to do | fast a pace for your old friend. Ana or aie?h lWe}}, that's me or T'. Take | ;5 1¢ "come across. What's this won- your choice. derf terious program 2" That she was making an effort to |, . be gay was patent, but her manner ‘I‘ irst, that play you ,:Aml M:\rl‘z(‘ was a plitul travesty of her former ey S e high spirits. Dicky patted her|couldn't got tickets to before — shoulder tenderly. | have three pippins in my pocket— “Buck up, old thing,” he told her, then a snack of supper at };u: and I guessed that purposely he was | favorite chop house, and then tha treating her as if she were as old | Night club wher and experienced as the rest of us, |1s holding fortk “It won't be long untll you are| Copyright, 1926, by Newspaper throwing parties of your own.” Featurs Se r. Graham's compliments joy the eve- = “Good morning, Neighbor Spooky,” said e Spooky Tells a Strange Story By Thornton W. Burgess The very darkest night has eyes; You never know when some one spies. 4 | —O0l1d Mother Nature Spooky the Owl has little to do with his neighbors. He and Mrs. Spooky are not at all neighborly. In the first place, they prefer to sleep by day and be abroad by night. And the only neighbors they are likely | to run across at night are those who | want to, have nothing to do with them. So they are not neighborly. Then, too, none of the little people trust them. Now, Mr. and Mrs. Spooky live in a hollow, in a certain tree in the | 0ld Orchard. Sammy Jay knows just | where they live. When Sammy can- not think of any other mischief, he goes over there and screams at their doorway until he makes Spooky ap- pear, blinking and snapping his bill Peter gasped and stared seen what I have said?"” “I do,” snapped Sammy “Prove it to me.” “You'll have to prove it yourself,” replied Spooky. “To-night, when the stars are out, and the Black Shad- ows have crept all through the | Green Forest and through the Old angrily, | 3 | Orchard, come with me up to Farm- It happened that the moming| 'm0 iy ouse and we will look after Sammy had reported how he |, 1% ingow and you shall see had eeen the young trees taken into | & % & OO A7 5 | the house in the village, that he S visited the Old Orchard very early.| ‘FHuh!" exclaimed Sammy. “If I He had puzzled so much over that| Went with you at night I'd never mystery of the young trees that he | See anything. You don't catch me hadn't slept very well. So he was|in any such way as that, Spooky.” And with this Sammy flirted his | tail and flew away. Jay astir with the very first hint of | light. He reached the part of the 0ld Orchard where Spooky the | Screech Owl lived, just after | Spooky reached home from his night’s hunting. Spooky’s eyes were very round and very big. It scemed | to Sammy that they were rounder | and bigger than he had ever seen them before. It wasn't vet so light | but that Spooky could see perfectly, | so Sammy was polite. “Good morn- | Sammy couldn’t believe it. And, of ing, Nelghbor Spooky,” said he. “I he couldn’t keep it to him- Sammy Jay thought that fpooky the Screech Owl was fooling him when he told about having looked through windows at night and seen the young spruce trees and young hemlock trees of the Green Korest made very beautiful in Farmer DBrown’s house and other houses. | 1y ashamed of himselt for his slip. | the masked dancer | and the Old Pasture. He didn't forget any of them. He even went way over into the Green Forest to carry some s‘pe?al tidbits for Lightfoot the Deer and Mrs, Light- foot. He went up in the Old Or- | chard and left some food for Old Man Coyoto and for Reddy Fox and Mrs. Fox. He left it right on their doorsteps. Of course he didn't forget the | dear Old Briar-patch. That was | one of the first places he visited. It seemer to little Mrs. Peter, who sel- dom leaves the dear Old Briar-patch that never had anything tasted ‘so good as the feast he left there. In the Old Orchard there was some- | thing in every tree. At least, it | seemed that way. Of course this | wasn’t quite true, but there was | something In a great many trees. | This was so that Happy Jack Squir- | rel, and Chatterer the Red Squirrel, | Rusty the Fox Squirrel, Sammy Jay, Tommy Tit the Chickadee, { Yank Yank the Nuthatch, | mer the Woodpecker, Dotty the Tree and all the other feathered eat withont | for others. Bob W forgotten, you may be sure. er were Mr. and Mrs. Grouse, for Mrs. Grouse had long since gone | back to join Mr. Grouse in the 1(‘.1‘6‘(“ Forest. | Such a happy, it was! The Christmas sp through the Green Forest and all | over the Green Meadows, for mot cnce did one try to catch any one | else. Not once that day was there | a single fright. You see, the on reason that any of Mother Naturs children hunt others is so that they may have food. On this day, When there was plenty for all, none even thought of harming another. And I am sure that if they could have | made him understand, all the little | people would have wished Farmer | Brown's Boy as Merry a Christmas as he had given them. | (Copyright, 1926, by T. W. Burgess) ing to wait ite was not it was all The next story: “The Robin Who Wasn't.” FASHIONS By Sally Milgrim The New Silhouette Shows a Grace- ful Widening of the Lines * Above the Waist The holiday season, with its round of teas and luncheons, its balls, parties and festivities of every des- cription, requires’a number of new and refreshing frocks. The evening wardrobe must be replenished and at least one new afternoon frock | will be found necessary. Well-dress- ed women also add a new hat or two, well-knowing the importance of thie accessory to the general en- semble effect. Designed expressly for the fes- tive holiday season, the afternoon frock sketched today is an admir- able example of the new elegance hope you had good hunting last |'self. he told Peter Rabbit about night.” and he told Jumper the Hare, | Spooky snapped his bill in a very | and some others. They didn’'t be- | unpleasant way two or three tims. |lieve it either. But Peter couldn’t An unpleasant little shiver ran over | get it out of his head all that day. | Sammy every time Spooky snapped | So when the darkness of night his bill. “Sammy Ja aid Spooky, | came Peter ampered over to| “they tell me you are a very clever | Farmer Brown's house. Very care- | fellow. They tell me that of all the | fully he made h y around the birds who fly by day there is none | house without more clever than my Jay. 1 usual, until at last he was opposite trees gro a window of the front room. The | room was lighted and the curtain | was up. Peter and stared. | All that Spooky ha id was true: | d he seen such a beautiful cmed to be growing right | room. It was covered with | and wonderfu things t every didn't even suspect the presence of Reddy Fox untill he little gasp right behind him Reddy also star- ing that he nearly fell off his perch. “Did you ever sce trecs growing in houses?” repeated Spooky. “I never replied Sammy, “and I don't believe they do.” “They do. Whoo-whoo, they replied Spooky. “I saw them night. Tt ere trecs Green Forest d they wer ing in houses, and they we most beautiful Ih seen. Thoy sy and and they wor red sorts of shining things. queerest part of it is, ther do,” last tr seen Peter d It Biding place ith rl in it in a see that | Of course, | leav know what ever heard « BnE TraE them and covered things? You know wouldn't dare go into how do you know?" “I looked in tho plied Spooky. “I looked shinir with ry 1 v you the LS things be- | ) to hap- Farmer Brown’s | his breakfast. | il things. They | ; with eating. You reater happiness people trees that taken away from the Green J % growing in those ho the most wonderful trees ever were. I know, for I|can have seen. Who dares doubt the| featl 8 of an owi?"” T do!” snappel Sa nd furs armer Bro Christ ey nmy Jay. what 1 s Boy did Spooky snapped his bill and | was his gift to his little hissed. “Who-0-0, who-0-0!" said | friends of the G Forcst and the be “Who dares say I have mnot|Green Al adows, the Old Orchard | Two in. both line and trimming. It fs a slender and at the same time fluttering model of georgette crepe in deep Burgundy color. The silhouette reveals the new widened line above the walst, in this instance achieved by means of a softly bloused bodice section. tiers of circular godets on the front of the skirt repeat the fluid line of the bodice. Gleaming gold stitching com- bined with pink beads and bugles trims the narrow bands outlining the V decolletage and the wide le. Decorative trimming continue an important feature of the winter mode. Gold stitching ornaments the bodice and girdle of this red crepe afternoon frock. Copyright, 1926 (EFS) Neith- | merry Christmas as | ‘lin from all over the United States Clifford LWebbe<Ernest Lynn BrokenggThreads WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE To the home of Prof and Mollie Elwell in Camdenville, Ind., one night in October of 1898, comes | Martha Dalton, a nurse, bearing a | woman who had fainted on the train lon which Martha had been travel- |ing. Elwell is an artist. He has a son, Jim, aged 5. Late that night |twin girls are born to the woman, who dies without revealing her iname. The Elwells adopt the girls. The story then moves forward 18 {years. The twins, now growing to beautiful womanhood, have been named Margaret and Elizabeth and “nicknamed Rusty and Betty. America enters the World War and Jim Elwell enlists. Two nights before he goes away he discovers that one of the twins loves him and he is in love with her.g He tells his mother but does notYell which one it is, because he wants her to love both of them equally in the event he does not return. | He departs for training camp and |shortly afterward gets travel orders. NOW BEGIN THE STORY Chapter XIII ! Excitement gripped Jim Elwell as he left the headquarters bulilding | and turned toward his own barracks. Back once more with his own out- t and packing his duffle bag, he s forced to answer a bombard- ment of questions “What's up, Elwell?” in’ to travel,” he answered. “Where to “Don’t know." “He's prob'ly goin’ to Camp Mer- ritt, th’ lucky stiff.” “I was near Camp Merritt once. When they took me they sent me to Fort Slocum, New York. An’ now I'm out here in Indiana. I suppose my next move is San Franciseo.” “Yeah, go to France by way of the Golden Gate. Sce the world!” Fort Slocum, Simmons observed, was the place where Uncle Sam sent you until he made up his mind about you. “Wish I was goin’ with you, Elwell,” he said. “Same here,” said Jim, you're not comin’ along.” That night Jim found himself on a train, along with perhaps a hun- dred others, all of them enthusiastic at the prospect of getting away— not knowing where they were going bhut hoping it was toward Hoboken— and France. Jim got off a letter to the family and gripped Simmons’ hand warm- ly as he left. Simmons, this quiet, well-mannered chap, was to die in a gallant but foolhardy attempt to disentangle a first lleutenant from a barbed wire and get him out of range of German bullets. The lieutenant lost a leg but lived, to call personally on the Simmons family In Chicago after the war and tell them of their herols son, an act | for which the elder Simmons was 8o grateful that he took the officer into his business and made him a rich | man. The fortunes of war .... | . s ! Someone had guessed correctly when he said Camp Merritt. To this | area in New Jersey, where men were | snatched from their bunks in the | early hours before dawn to be placed on board transports, Jim | Elwell and many others were as- | signed. It was here, where men came and went every day, where troops poured “Sorry and poured out again toward Eu- rope, that Jim was to form one of | the most peculiar friendships of his career. . Pecullar because Jim Elwell, brought up in a family where rigid honesty and unwavering morals vere accepted as a matter of course, became the bosom pal ‘of a product of New York's slums, an undersized youth who had been shifting for himself since he was a ragged ur- chin of ten and whose code was every man for himself. Joe Wren was his name. Jim took his part in an argument one | day and fought his fight for him when the wrath of Wren's enemy was diverted to himself. An act for which Wren was grateful. Food at Camp Merritt was “army grub,” and while filling and sustain- | ing it was lacking in some of the more polite fare to which most of them were accustomed. One afternoon, three days after his arrival at camp, Wren, com- plained that his stomach was yearn- ing for something sweet, hit Jim Elwell for a loan. “I'm busted an’ I'm hungry, Jim. Let me take a buck.” Jim was flat himself, he informed the other. “I've got four bits, Joe. That's all to my name till pay day.” “Well, got anything you can sell or borrow on? Cigaret case, watch, ring?" “No, nothin’ T'd care to hock.” “Well, how about this fountain pen?” pointing to Jim's shirt pocket. Jim smiled. “It's a good pen, but I don't think I'd want to sell it. It cost $8.50." “Eight-fitty? Gee, it must be solia gold!" Only the pen point was that, Jim assured him. Still, i was a good | pen. “Tell you what. We'll sell it an’ go an’ eat. What good's a fountain pen gonna do you when you get in th' trenches?” Jim couldn’t knock over his argu- ment. Very little, he admitted. Well, sell it, then. If you want it back again, I'll see that you get it sooner or later.”” Jim didn’t ask how. In fact, he »r thought again of ever getting “I'll pick out some guy who looks had some money and while ilkin’ to him you come up an' v to sell the pen. Leave the rest e left, and Jim followed at a dis- tance. Soon Joe Wren had collared a strange youth, just in with a field artillery unit. and engaged him in carnest conversation. | Jim stepped up. *“Say, buddy, T got cleancd out in a crap game, an’ | I'm willin’ to sell this fountain pen Wanta buy it?” The youth looked suspicious. He was a rosy-checked lad and most likely someone had told him to be careful of some of his army asso- clates. “I'm broke myself,” he informed Jim, but took the pen and eyed it | 6000 Jim Ewell, now on his way to France and—maybe—sudden death, decided he had been a fool. for it?” he inquired. Joe Wren spoke up. “Say, that's a great pen. I borrowed it myself yesterday to write a letter. This guy’s all right, brother,” indicating Jim Elwell. “The pen's O. K.”” “I'll take five dollars for it,” Jim announced after some hesitation. ‘A bargain. Snap it up, brother,” advised Wren. “Say, it I had five bucks I'd take it in a minute an’ then go an’ peddle it for six.” The rosy-cheeked soldier hesitat- ed. “I've only got five or six dol- lars. T'I1 give you four for it.” “Sold!" cried Joe Wren. Jim ac- cepted the money and walkedw off. A minute later he was followed by his partner in the deal. “Now,” said Joe, “we'll get our- selves a supply of candy and cliga- rets. Gangway for a coupla bud- dies!™ After Jim had divided the cash | with Joe Wren and the latter had announced he was going to make it grow in a game, they fell in for a formation. As he was turning in that night, Jim felt something hard thrust into his hand. He looked up and found Joe Wren. That worthy, with a huge grin, was proffering the fountain pen. Jim nearly fell over. you get it?” “Where do you s'pose? Say, that apple knocker wasn’t good enough for a pen like that. I took it out of his pocket. Take yoar pen back, brother, an' some day when we're busted again we'll sell it all over again.” Jim laughed, but shook his head. “No. T don’t want it now, Joe. I sold it. It you got it from the other guy, more power to you—and keep it Wren was astonished. appeared hurt, “What's the blg 1dea? I sald I'd get it back for you.” And it took Jim the better part of half an hour to sell Joe Wren on the idea that this was not an honest transaction. And so Joe kept the pen. Later on, when he got broke again, he found him another partner and the two of them worked their little skin game until they left Camp Merrittt. Joe confessed to Jim Elwell when they were on thelr way to I'rance, that he had sold that pen for $75. “And here's the pen.” Despite Jim Elwell's ditferent con- ception of things, the two remained fast fricnds. Nor did Joe Wren think his big buddy Was one of “these here sanctimonlous reform- ers.” “Where did Moze, he °« s . Back in Camdenville Prof and Mollie Elwell and the twins tried to keep gay, but every letter from him they opened with misgivings. But, Jim explained, “I'll probably be.over in France before you know I've sailed. They don't give you any notice around here. They can’t, I guess. The submarines have got 'em worrled and they're not trustin’ any- body.” Early one August morning, long before the sun had crept over the eastern horizon, Jim Elwell left Camp Merritt. An air of great secrecy prevailed, but none of the men were fooled. Thelir next stop, they knew, was Ho- boken, and then a transport for France. Faces were gay and hearts beat high when they left camp. And, later on, when they had boarded the boat for the perilous journcy across the Atlantic, they joked and laugh- ed and spoke lightly of death. But underneath it all was a sober mood. Would they ever return? Would they ever see the wives, mothers, sisters, brothers and sweet- hearts they had left behind? Jim Elwell asked himself this question. Prof and Mollie and Rusty and Betty, his two “kid pals.” One of whom was no longer a kid pal but The Girl—thoughts of whom filled his heart. Was she to be one of those who waited and waited ‘in vain? And Jim Elwell, now on his way to France and—maybe—death, sud- carefully, “How much do you want denly decided he had been a fool. (To Be Continued) Jim Elwell learns what war is like pretty soon. Read the mext install- ment. Menas for the Family Breakfast — Grape fruit sec- tions, cereal, thin cream, salt cod- fish hashed, toasted corn bread, I milk, coffee. | Luncheon — Cream of spinach soup, croutons, Boston baked beans, Boston brown bread, orange souffle, milk, tea. Dinner—Breaded veal cutlets, to- | mato sauce, baked sweet potatoes, | beet and cabbage salad, vanilla ice | cream with butterscotch sauce, crisp | nut cookies, whole wheat bread, | milk, coffee. The idea of serving a sauce over | plain ice cream is worth keeping in ! mind for an emergency dessert. We sometimes hesitate to serve guests with cream from the corner drug | store, feeling that it's a bit too ob- | vious. But if a home-made sauce is added, we've had our own “finger in the pie” and feel better about it. It the sauce is put on to cook as soon as dinner is started, it can be made and cooled slightly before wanted. Butterscotch Sauce | One cup light brown sugar, 1 | tablespoon molasses, ‘1 teaspoon cornstarch, 1-3 cup butter, 1-4 cup water. Mix sugar and cornstarch. Add molasses and water and bring to the boiling point. Boll over the fire until a few drops tested in cold water form a soft ball. Add butter and cook over boiling water, stirring frequently until the mixture is per- fectly smooth and the butter 18 thoroughly incorporated. Cool slightly before serving. | Globe Clothing House Luxite Silk Hose | | For Women Full Fashioned Silk Hose makes an acceptable and ap- propriate gift for any 'woman. $1.45 $1.95 3 pr. $4.25 3 pr. $5.50 Globe Clothing House Cor, Main and W. Main Sts. New Britain Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Iness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygecia, the Health Magazine In a great exhibition in Dussel- dorf, Germany, have been gathered charts, posters and moving exhibits relative to the human body and to health. The Dresden Museum of Hy- glene prepared a specfal section on the development of the human race and all of the facts known concerning the structure of man- kind. Two of these charts contain sta- tistical information of great in- terest relative to the food intake of a lusty citizen during 70 years and the composition of the man at the height of his growth. Measurnig Intake In 70 years a man eats 1400 times his body weight. His intake includes 2000 kilograms of fat, loaves of bread averaging kilograms each, 4000 Kkilo- of meat including three | oxen of 700 kilograms each, four! calves at 100 kilograms each, elght hogs at 150 kilograms each, four sheep at 75 kilograms each. 300 chickens, 75 geese and 100 pigeons. Also included in stretch of food are sardines, flounders 4500 kilograms of { two grams this lifetime | 2000 fish, 3000 | and herring, | potatoes and | body 6000 kilograms of other vegetables, 7000 kilograms of fruits, 6000 quarts of milk, 15,000 quarts of beer (if he is a German) 12,000 quarts of coffee, 500 kilogmams of salt, 5000 eggs, 4000 kilogr: ms of sugar, 1000 kilograms of cheese, 40,000 cigars, 10,000 quarts of water, and a lot of extra delicacies such as candies, cakes, bonbons, wines, liquors, and similar things. Imagine what a mass this would make if assembled at one time in one place! 66 Pounds of Muscle Considering the weight of the man at 154 pounds, there are 66 pounds of muscle, 29.2 pounds of viscira, 27.2 pounds of skin and subcutaneous fat, 26.8 pounds of bones and 3.3 pounds of brain. As distributed among the main constituents there are 99 pounds of water, 30.8 pounds of protein, 15.4 pounds of fat, 7.7 pounds of minerals and 1.5 pounds of carbohydrates. This should be an indication for the average man in choosing the proper portions of the varlous constituents in his diets. All of the exhibits in the Dus- seldorf exhibit are simple and striking. One reveals in a yard of gauze the distance that a cough can carry a germ and another in three yards of gauze the propulsive efforts of a sneeze. (CATAR Y —— Cree Tings A MERRY CHRISTMAS Is Our Wish to Everybody— For Everybody Comes to 500 MAIN ST. DOYLE 500 MAIN ST. FURNITURE CO., INC. Days of Cheer! May each day of this holiday season be filled with happiness and good cheer, and close with the as- surance of a bounteous year ahead. With that t hought in mind, we wish our good friends a Very Happy and Prosperous New Year! HOME WET WASH - LAUNDRY - - Biggest Busiest PecauseBest’ PHONE 282i " 123 SMALLEY ST. N Not in but wit] the pasf best wit { g our pleasant associations during and a New Year of happiness and prosperity. CARL LORENZEN CO. FLORISTS 59 CHURCH ST. EW BRITAIN, CONN. the sense of custom only, h a genuine appreciation of t year, we extend to you our shes for a Merry Christmas